One on One

Schwartzkopf 214 Station, 2296 (seven years ago)

Ophelia's eyes opened and her fingers stilled when she heard the hiss of the front door. She didn't bother moving, because she knew who it was.

So when her stepmother turned the corner into the den, it was to the sight of Ophelia lying upside down on the couch, pants around her knees, two fingers pumping her snatch.

"Oh, Jesus, Ophelia!" The older, but not too much older, blonde scowled in disgust, holding a hand up in front of her face to block the view. "Would it be so much to ask that you do that in your room?"

Ophelia didn't stop masturbating. She'd been close to coming, and besides, she reasoned, the twisted slut probably seceretly got off on watching her. "But mommy dear, if I did it in my room how would I smear my cunt cream all over your ugly fucking antiques?"

The older blonde's cheeks blazed red. "That's enough, young lady! Now I just came home for a few minutes of peace and quiet before I went to meet your father at the club. Is that too much to ask too?"

Ophelia scowled, flipping over and pulling up her pants. "This isn't your home, Candice. Hookers don't live in places like this, their johns do."

She let out an angry sigh. "Is this attractive, Ophelia? Yelling and swearing at everyone else? Dressing like," she waved her hand dismissively, "that?"

Ophelia hummed thoughtfully. "Well, I have had a lot of guys Daddy's age fuck me up the ass, so I must be at least as attractive as you."

Her stepmother's face was burning red. "When your father and I get back, we're going to have a very serious conversation. You do realize that, don't you?"

She was already headed for the door, and Ophelia followed. "What I realize is that Dad's gonna throw your cheap ass back out on the street as soon as he meets someone younger with bigger tits, just like you did with MOM!"

She slammed the door, taking pleasure in the sound of her stepmother shrieking as the impact sent her flailing to the cobblestone walkway. As soon as she heard the fancy red hovercar her father had bought his new whore warming up, she jumped in the narrow lift next to the stairs, riding it to the huge glass suite on the third floor of the house that she'd claimed as hers. She stripped out of her leather and put on boots, a pair of military pants so shredded they barely covered anything, and what had once been a promotional shirt for a Skaarj-metal band before she'd torn it down to something that barely qualified as a vest.

She put on her brightest green lipstick, knocked that stupid fucking ancient cat statue off its pedestal on her way out the door, and she was gone.

...

Her father's fucking cunt had talked him out of letting her have her own hovercar, but the station was small, little more than a dome containing a few hundred estates and acres of grounds for the super-rich sitting on top of the infratructure of dirt-poor suckers required to sustain them. Once Ophelia was on the lower levels, she finally let herself breathe.

Her friends always gathered in the same place, the storage lot behind one of the service-level housing blocks. Some were rebellious rich kids like her, some were the children of their servants, but they all preferred to spend their time fighting, fucking, and getting high rather than be trapped inside with their families.

They shouted when they saw her, slapping her hand or her ass. The tall, curvy redhead leaning against the far wall gave a nervous smile around the pipe gripped in her lips, and the rest of the crowd hooted when Ophelia leaned in to stick her tongue between those lips.

When Zynka moaned and reached for one of Ophelia's breasts, the blonde plucked the pipe from her lips and tossed it at the tall boy with the tattoos and the stringy black hair. "Hey Garth, I'm gonna fuck your girlfriend."

There was laughter, the loudest from Garth. "Fuck, man, long as I get to watch!"

Ophelia rolled her eyes. "Of course you get to watch, cunt, I'm gonna do it right here!"

There was laughter and hooting as the two girls started making out again, and it only got louder as Ophelia kissed her way down Zynka's chest and stomach, laid bare by her bikini top. When Ophelia started to suck on the crotch of her jeans, the hoots and growls of lust had started to turn into disbelief.

When she undid the clasp and revealed the puff of red hair for the split second before her mouth was on it, everyone went silent except for Faggy's lone "Holy shit, dude, holy shit!"

Ophelia didn't hold back, and neither did Zynka. The redhead moaned and writhed as the blonde's tongue sank into her furry cunt, all the eyes on them just making them both wetter. Ophelia glanced back to find that little dusky Kaz had one hand in Garth's pants and one in Buzzer's, jerking them both off as they all wathced, spellbound.

"Your boyfriend's watching me eat your fuckin' pussy, bitch," she rumbled against the hot, wet, sensitive skin. "How's that feel, huh? You think he's ever gonna eat your pussy this good, huh slut?"

Ophelia sucked on Zynka's clit, then pulled back. "Huh? He ever eat your pussy?"

Zynka groaned as Ophelia's tongue tunneled back inside her. "N...no, he never...he never eats my...oh fuck, ah..."

The redhead squealed as she came, Ophelia pulling back so the others could watch the wet patch spread across her barely-open jeans. Matching stains were on Garth and Buzzer's pants, and Kaz was casually licking spunk off her hands. Ophelia leaned over to suck on one of her sticky fingers before grabbing the pipe from Garth and taking a deep pull. She let the smoke out as her back hit the cold, comforting wall behind her.

"Candice is a fucking cunt. Thinks just cuz my dad's fucking her that makes her my fucking boss or some shit."

"Man, all women are fuckin' cunts," Buzzer huffed, and Kaz shoved him against the wall. Ophelia just laughed.

"No, he's right! I'm sure as hell a cunt. Zynka's a cunt. Kaz is...half a cunt."

"Fuck you, bitch!"

Ophelia rolled to the side, pinning the tiny girl to the wall and grinding their bodies together. "You mean right here? Cuz I think I already proved I'll do it!"

Kaz just giggled, pushing Ophelia off. The blonde rolled back on her feet with a sigh.

"Man, I want to fuckin' do something tonight! Something real, you know!"

Garth shrugged. "I could get my dad's gun, we could do some target practice."

Ophelia snorted. "Not unless we're going to the Supper Club to use Candice's fat cocksucking fucking head!"

Zynka winced. "Jesus, you can't keep saying stuff like that..."

"Why not? I'd totally do it." They thought she was kidding, but she wasn't. She'd been thinking more and more about how easy it would be to just slit the smug, stuck-up bitch's throat.

"Yeah, well maybe you should join those mercs!" Faggy cackled. Ophelia looked up.

"What mercs?"

"They docked tonight for fuel," Buzzer added. "Mercs or pirates or something, look totally fuckin' badass."

Ophelia grinned. "Fuck, let's go!"

Garth blinked. "What are you fucking crazy? They catch us in that hangar they'll blow our fucking heads off!"

"Yeah well then why the fuck would we get caught? Come on Z!"

Zynka winced. "I don't know, it...it sounds kinda dangerous."

Kaz nodded her agreement, and Ophelia rolled her eyes. "God, you're all a bunch of fucking pussies. Fag, Buzz, come on, you're with me, right?"

The two boys shrugged awkwardly, and Ophelia slid between them with a grin. "You go with me, you both get to fuck me."

...

Ophelia, Faggy, and Buzzer were piled up around the corner from the hangar bay. They didn't see anyone inside, which Ophelia took as a sign that it was the perfect moment to go.

There was only one ship docked on the platform, but it was fucking worth it. It was a big black and red gunship, shaped kind of like a shark and bristling with guns. But it was the symbol on the side that made Ophelia's eyes go wide. "Holy shit, guys, these aren't mercs! They're Hellions!"

Buzzer blinked lazily. "They're what?"

Ophelia rolled her eyes. "They're pirates, dickshit! They go around planets and they steal and rape and kill whatever the fuck they want!"

The blonde's mind was reeling. These were the ultimate badasses! If she were a Hellion, she'd just kick down the door to that stupid club, bend Candice over a table in front of all her cunt trophy wife friends, and rape her to death with the biggest fucking gun they had!

Her thoughts were interrupted by Buzzer's hand squeezing her ass. "Yeah, well I'm gonna be a fuckin' Hellion to this asshole later..."

Ophelia shoved him back and scoffed in disgust. Buzzer was such a cocksucker; she didn't know why they even hung out with him.

"Hey, the fuck?"

"Shit, run!"

Buzzer was the first one moving, Ophelia right behind him and Faggy bringing up the rear. Four people were blocking the entrance to the hangar, two men, two women, all dressed in leather, armor, and shredded clothes. Ophelia dove past one of the women, only for a well-placed clothesline to send her rolling to the hangar floor, gasping for breath. As the Hellions closed on them, Faggy grabbed something from his waistband.

"Stay back, I got a gun!"

Ophelia barely had time to think 'The fuck did Faggy get a gun' before half of his head disappeared in a spray of red and bone and brain. The gore hit both her and the scowling, spiky-haired woman who'd fired, and to Ophelia's giddy shock she realized she wasn't scared. Whether it was the shit that had been going through her head or the shit that had been in the pipe, her only response to watchin Faggy's head explode was:

That was fucking awesome.

One of the others cold-cocked Buzzer giving her just enough time to get the gun and swing it up. When she found all four of the Hellions pointing their own back at her, for the first time in her life she felt actually fucking alive.

"What do I have to do to be one of you?"

Whatever the Hellions were expecting her to say, that wasn't it. They traded skeptical looks with each other, then finally one of them talked. He was huge and pale, with a lumpy face and one fucked-up eye, and he was smirking. "Shit, I don't know. Why don't you shoot your boyfriend there?"

Ophelia didn't hesitate. When the Hellions jumped at the noise and she followed the line of her arm down to the hole in Buzzer's chest then up to the bug eyes in his colorless face, a shiver ran down her spine. Not like fear. Like an orgasm.

"He wasn't my boyfriend."

She turned back to find the Hellions gaping at her. "Shit, kid. It was a fucking joke."

One of the women, half naked with a shaved head pierced with red spikes, laughed. "This kid's a fuckin' psycho!"

The big one was looking thoughtful. "You got a name, kid?"

Ophelia was too busy reveling in the fact that she'd just blown a hole through that cocksucker Buzzer's chest and fantasizing about doing the same to Candice to answer. The other woman moved fast, and before she knew it Ophelia was hanging a foot off the ground by her neck. "I think her name's Dumb-Fucking-Cunt-Who's-Gonna-Get-Her-Fucking-Skull-Caved-In-If-She-Doesn't-Stop-Staring-At-Me!"

The big one just rolled his eyes and jerked her back. "Yeah yeah, Kaela, you're a bitch who hates everything, we get it. Put her down."

She did, and the blonde coughed "Ophelia."

The big one leaned down to where she was kneeling, trying to regain her breath. "Garrett. You wanna be a Hellion, Ophelia?"

"Fuck yes," she said immediately. More than she'd ever wanted anything.

He laughed. "All right."

She'd barely started to stand when he slammed her against the side of the ship. Before she could even take a breath, he'd torn her shirt off and was doing the same to her pants. His idea of foreplay was slapping her cunt a few times, but it didn't matter; she was so wet from her first kill that pussy juice was dripping down her leg.

His cock was the biggest thing she'd ever had inside her, bigger by far than any of the dumbass teenage boys she'd fucked to piss off her dad and his cunt, and Garrett was fucking her like a machine, holding her up in the air by her ass and slamming his cock into her pussy until she wanted to scream. Just when she'd started to match his rhythm, she felt something else between her ass cheeks. The other man grabbing hold of her tits from behind was the only warning she got before his cock plowed into her asshole.

She'd been fucked up the ass before, but never by something this big, never this hard, and never this dry. There was nothing but pain, but pain was exactly what Ophelia wanted. "Oh, fuck yeah! Harder, fuck me harder! Pound my tight little pussy, slam it into my fucking asshole!"

"Someone needs to teach this bitch to shut up," Kaela growled, and the other woman laughed.

"Takes one to know one, Kaela." She hopped up on the wing of the ship, putting her hips level with Ophelia's face as she peeled down her jeans to reveal pierced lips and a strip of bright pink hair above them. "Bring her over here, I'll give her something to do with that mouth..."

The two men waddled their way toward the ship without stopping their ruthless fucking. When they were close enough, the woman grabbed a handful of Ophelia's hair and shoved the girl's head down between her legs.

"You know how to eat pussy, sweetness?"

Instead of answering, Ophelia elected to just show her.

The woman's cunt didn't taste nearly as good as Zynka's or the maid's, but Ophelia didn't care; all that mattered was the smell of pussy wrapped around her face and the relentless hammering in her cunt and asshole. She came before any of them, twice before her ravenous clit-sucking made the woman splash her face with cum. It wasn't long after that that she felt Garrett's spunk jet into her pussy, filling it even more, hips jamming it in deep and making cum spray out of the tight seal.

He pulled back without warning, and Ophelia had to throw her arms out to keep her face from smacking the floor. When she did, she was in the perfect position for Garrett's slimy cock to be slammed down her throat. She sucked and slurped, moaning at the taste of his cum mixed with hers, and she'd just about finished cleaning him when the other man made a final, triumphant thrust into her ruined asshole. When he pulled out, she could feel spunk dribbling out of the stretched and agonized hole before it could squeeze shut.

When Garrett's cock slid from her mouth, she collapsed to the hangar floor, aching, covered in cum, and wanting to giggle. Motion in her peripheral vision made her look up, just in time to see Kaela kneeling over her, pants off and legs spread wide. Her pussy was just a foot above Ophelia's head, and the blonde was trying to lift herself up to lick it when Kaela's fingers parted the glistening red lips and a powerful stream of salty golden piss soaked Ophelia's face.

The blonde sputtered, no idea what to make of the unfamiliar warmth, but Kaela's hand in her hair made the decision for her. "Drink up, bitch! Fucking drink it up!"

She squatted down lower and pulled Ophelia's head up higher, and suddenly Ophelia's lips were on her cunt and the hot golden stream was pouring right down her throat. Ophelia couldn't do anything but swallow, gulping until the flow of piss stopped, then immediately sticking out her tongue to lick. It wasn't long before the foul taste of piss was overcome by the delicious flavor of Kaela's cunt cream, and the woman started to moand grind her gushing pussy down against Ophelia's face. This time, when a stream of liquid shot down Ophelia's throat, she could taste that it wasn't piss.

And so Ophelia lay spent, fucked and aching and smelling like sex and blood and urine, with a psychotic grin on her face. The four Hellions were arrayed around her, sharing speculative glances. Finally, Garrett grabbed her elbow and pulled her to her feet.

"Come on. Ship's fueled. We're going."

Ophelia's eyes went wide. "I...I can come?"

Kaela snorted, but Garrett just nodded. "Yeah, kid, you can come."

"Do I get to choose who I want to kill?"

Garrett chuckled. "Whoa, slow down, kid. You earned the right to come with us in case we need a fuck. You want to fight with us, well..." He held out Faggy's pistol. "You gotta earn that too."

Ophelia took it with a grin.