KRAKEN by Vivian Vixen

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    Aydra was crammed up in the sub-engine, body folded like a fetus deep in the massive recesses of the Kraken. Somewhere inside the grime and mess of wires was a loose bolt and a belt that needed tightening, but right at that moment her hand was pressed between her legs, vigorously sliding against her work pants, driving herself to the edge of ecstasy. She glanced down at her watch.  A little less than two minutes until they’d be accelerating again and she’d have to get out before it was hot enough to kill. It’s hard to cum under that sort of pressure.
    She had just enough time to finish the job she’d actually been sent in there to do. Sweating hard, she took the towel dangling out of her back pocket and dabbed at her forehead and around the patch over her left eye.
    It was stupid idea to masturbate in there, but she hadn’t gotten any privacy in days and she needed it. She couldn’t risk jilling herself even in her bunk.  Ever since she’d survived her first few days with the crew, she’d been perfectly cautious about arousing any of them.
    It wasn’t a comfortable area to work, but she liked it well enough—it was the only place on the ship where she felt alone.  Anywhere else—the mess, the bridge, the holding bay, even the sleeping quarters—you could hear someone shouting orders, or the faint buzz of voices speaking softly over the broken intercom which never quite shut off all the way.
    And, though the men knew better, there was always the unclear threat from any one of the sex starved pirates. She knew very well what they were capable of. Battle chiseled masses of steel-like muscle and grit, the men onboard were a virile force to be reckoned with.  No one touched her nowadays, even though she was the only female with them. She’d had to work incredibly hard, and risk everything, to prove herself to them.  She still remembered her first day and night on board. Brutal pain—savage pleasure.
    Down here she had her back to warm steel and all she could hear was the sometimes gentle, sometimes violent rumble coming from inside the behemoth of an engine.  Anywhere else in the ship she was confined to a gravity that reminded her of her childhood on Spersta—a planet with a gravity about half the standard—and she didn’t like to be reminded.  In the sub-engine maintenance room, at least where she was laying right then, there was almost no gravity.  Just enough to keep her planted on her back.
    Less than two minutes.  Up to her shoulders in wiring, hands deep inside, her fingers nimbly inventoried rows of bolts until she felt the loose one.  Passing the wrench over the head, she cranked it down.  Bolt tight in place, she pulled her hands out and punched an update into her handheld which followed with directions to the loose belt, about fourteen degrees above the spot she’d just been working on.
    Aydra took a deep breath and dove back into the grease and steel.  The watch beeped at her.  One minute.  She felt for the line of bolts and then lunged into the machine enough to curve her elbows uncomfortably further inside.  She grabbed the belt and unclipped it, removed a link, and tried to wrap it back around.  It gave her some resistance, but finally relented, slipping into position with a piece of the tip of her finger.
    Aydra’s shout of pain was drowned out by the sound of the main re-booster starting up. She yanked her arms out and looked down at her left pointer finger, the nail cracked down the middle and the tip of flesh torn off and pouring blood. She slipped the finger in her the corner of her mouth as she lifted the handheld to her face.
    “Patch me in to the Captain.”
    There was confirming beep and then brief static as the line was connected.
    “I need to fire this thing,” came the hoarse bark from the other end.
    “You’re all set to fire, captain,” said Aydra, eyes closed.
    The line went dead and she gathered her tools as she heard the belt she’d just been working on