The hulking, beastial form watched the monitors from his control dias. Around him various aliens bussied themselves with various subsystems, shutting down valves and venting the irradiated gases which gave the strangely shappen black ship its special qualities. In the middle was a large round raised area. In the middle, his oversized throne compleat with monitors built into it. Around the dias various chains shook, hanging from the cieling. Being very athletic and powerful, he could hang upside down easily and move impossibly quickly for such a huge being. He was easily eight feet tall, with a width almost as thick.
Steepling his hands before him, he watched his pet, his newest prize standing there, saying her final good byes to the life she'd had before. A beautiful young woman, just approaching the ripe marrying age of the Brightstar nobility. Still in her refinery, he allowed her a few moments to ponder as her precious yaught and all she knew of home slipped into the void of space.
Quietly, he reflected. He had lost a lot in this arrangment, such a valuable spaceship. So meny potential hostages to trade for military favors and vast sums of money, but when he saw her, he knew what he really wanted. He wanted a new pet. He wanted everything about her, when all the tittles and alduvian silk dresses were torn from her. With some chilling negotiations she had struck an accord with him. Releacing the nobility and thier luxurient vehicle, for her willing servitude of his every whim.
Still reflective, the hulking pirate lord awaited. Soon, she would be by his side, or in his lap. Soon, there would be nothing in the cosmos for this lovely pampered princess, but his wishes and perverse delights.
The crew worked around her. They were cruely held to galvanized levels of discipline, so the work that needed attending was getting done, but they were keenly aware of her standing there. Still looking regal and beautiful in her dress and nobil jewelry. She still presented the immage of a princess, head held up high. This wouldnt last long, the crew knew. The laughed at each other in passing, darkly eyeing thier newest addition to the quirky crew.
The Lord had promoted from within his own ranks the most vile and talented alien scum to serve faithfully by his side on his flagship and in his palace. Meny shared the dark perversions he enjoyed. This was a dangerous and cuthrout place, the darkest spot in this stellar cluster. A place where meny are swollowed up and never heard from again.
The princess said her final good bye’s to her family and friends. She and they knew she was sacrificing herself for their good and the good of the rebellion. She gave her sister any of her special jewelry, knowing some scum would probably steal it anyway. She watches as everyone she knows turns and walks away, wishing they could do something. She wiped a tear off her cheek and she turned from them and walked towards the pirate lord.
She was dressed in a dark blue silk dress with a waist length jacket and high heeled boots. She has on some simple gold jewelry earrings and several rings. Her hair is done in a french braid down her back to her waist.
She walks proudly up to him with her head held high. She bows slightly to him “My Lord, what is your wish” This disgusts her but she knows she has to do it. She wonders how long this hell will last.
From one control station, the ships cyborg unit, a special robot who was wirelessly connected to the ship at all times like a walking forklift/ship coordinator, stepped repetitively forward. Pausing, it spoke its words in metallic tones, "Princess Aurora's Brightstar nobility shuttle has cleared our sensory range. Projected course is taking it to her home world. We have sent the clear signal. No one will be inerupt thier return flight." Having said its piece it began painfully slowly making its way to its main control pannel, its hydrolicks whirrling with each jumpy step.
Looking her over, he paused, noting what the cyborg said before tawdling off. "You have already begun on the wrong note," he said menacingly. Suddenly he charged out. His speed and ferociousness immediately apparent. He leaped and grapped a chain, swinging easily to another one very close to where she stood. He was hanging, a huge beast with the humanoid body of a lion crossed with a eight foot ape hanging off the chain just above her. His face almost level with her, swinging lightly.
Dropping down suddenlly, like a cat instantly finding his footing, he stood up directly beside her. Taking her small head in his powerful maul, he forced her to her knees. "YOu will address me from now on from the floor. Not standing. Standing is a privaledge for myself and the crew, but not for you," his evil leer so close to her face. He could feel her breath. Moving just as fast, he drew his powerful jagged claw down her expensive silk dress and jacket, even her bra, his claws almost sliceing her skin as well. After doing this, he easily in two swings threw himself back into his throne. Posed possessively on it. Turning languidly, he grinned his evil smile. "....and remove those fineries. They are too good for you now. Since you are my slave, and my lowest ranking subject on this flag ship." He watched coldly from a good fifteen feet distance. He showed her, though, just how fast he could cover that area. She wasnt safe.... around him.