Chapter 4: No more Sleeping Beauty

Shirlynn was the next to leave. No one really noticed as she got up and silently left the galley. Malu was the only one on the crew who was genuinely sorry that Shirlynn was having such insurmountable difficulties fitting into the crew. A low-status member of the crew herself, there was not much she could do about it.

Slowly making her way to the back-cabin, Shirlynn pondered the extraordinary happenings of the evening and marked Isidora down as a heroine. She did not really think about sharing her room with the sleeping giant. Far from being chaste, she was also not the sexual predator her mother had made her out to be, and she would have had no idea what to do with an unconscious man.

She entered the cabin silently, as if afraid to wake him up. The room was pitch-black and she had no choice but to turn on the light. Quickly making her way to her bunk, she turned on the highly focused, battery-operated spotlight by the bunk and killed the main light.

Having actually fallen asleep after searching the room (and finding nothing), Lomax was awakened by the gentle scraping of the door. He kept his eyes closed and heard somebody entering the room. Shortly the main light was on, and then there was just a faint light and the rustling of someone getting into the other bunk.

Given the size of the ship, Lomax had really expected to be left alone in the cabin. He wondered shortly what to do if he needed to take a piss, but realizing that the masquerade could not go on forever in any case, he decided not to worry.

Shirlynn quickly stripped down to T-shirt and panties, slipped under the covers and turned off the spotlight. At first it just felt great to be back in bed. It had gotten pretty late and she should really have been exhausted, but was still psyched from the eventful evening. Rest did not come easy.

It was not really under her conscious control: her fingers just crept down to her panties and under the rim. Slowly massaging the outer lips, she felt the fire returning and remembered how close she had been when Cathy disturbed her. Quickly she was back in the mood and had pushed the panties down and off, the slumbering giant in the next bunk long forgotten.

At first Lomax was sure that his strained nerves were playing a trick on him. Reacting to a distinct female odor that he could almost sense, he felt himself hardening significantly. Some time passed before he picked up on the rustling of her blanket. Even later he heard her breathing getting heavy and deliberate. Fully realizing that the woman was masturbating, Lomax jr. quickly hardened to full attention.

Opening his eyes, Lomax tested the darkness. It was not entirely black. The moon was still out and the porthole let in just enough light for him to see the silhouette of the woman. Sure enough, she was masturbating. Moving surprisingly quickly and silently for such a large man, Lomax removed his blanket and sat up on the bunk. The woman was now moaning continually and did not appear to hear him. There were less than three full steps to the other bunk; taking two, Lomax got as close as he dared and crouched on the floor.

At first he thought the light and his nerves were playing a trick on him: The woman masturbating on the bunk was no woman; she was a child. Her eyes closed, blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and shining white teeth biting her lover lip, she appeared 16, maybe 17 at the most. Lomax quickly decided that she probably just had one of those young faces. After all: what would make a teenage girl travel with a commercial freighter?

Even if he had known that she really was just 17 it is highly unlikely that anything would have gone differently. Lomax was a lot of things; picky was not one of them!

Given the circumstances another man might just have grabbed his dick, whacked off and gone back to bed, but Lomax had never gotten the hang of masturbation. Instead, acting on the spur of the moment as was his nature, the naked Lomax rose and yanked the blanket off the girl.

She was slim and beautiful. The T-shirt covered her upper body, but the tits seemed nice and firm. Her hips were kind of narrow and she had long, shapely legs. For almost a full second, time appeared frozen and Lomax just enjoyed the image of the exposed, flustered girl. Then she inhaled sharply, apparently preparing to scream.

Again moving with an impressive, almost impossible speed for such a large man, Lomax covered her mouth (actually her entire lower face) with his left hand and wagged his right index finger in her face. The hand on her face was so heavy and felt so powerful, that she could actually imagine him crushing her face in just by applying more force.

Lomax had that raw and keen instinct that drives most large predators. Looking down into her large frightened eyes his instincts told him that she was already broken and was his for the taking. He let his large right hand move slowly down her body, around her private parts and down her thigh in one long caressing movement like a lover would, sending the implicit message perhaps, that she could have it light or rough, but that she would get it either way. Holding her eyes with his, he said:

"I'll remove my hand. You won't scream, will you?" Feeling her trying to shake her head, he moved his right hand back up her body, and said, "We'll have a great time!" and let go of her face with his left hand just as the right hand reached her pussy.

She had never gotten around to closing her legs entirely and his hand reached the area above her sex finding it totally bare, though not smooth. There was a slight scraping that suggested that her last shaving was perhaps 3 or 4 days hence. Moving downward he heard her suddenly sucking in air and her hips buckled. There was the same slight roughness on her outer labia, but, reaching the opening of her pussy, he forgave all: she was entirely and totally soaked!

Shirlynn had been undeniably frightened when she suddenly found the giant man looming over her. Many simultaneous thoughts had occurred to her all at once:

The man had most likely been faking his unconsciousness, which could mean any number of things - most of them bad.

She was all-alone with him and had not a chance in hell of defending herself against him.

His cock was rock hard, long and slim. She had never had a cock that long, she was sure. She was just as sure that in a minute she would have.

Realizing that, she also realized that she would give it willingly, even eagerly. It was this that she was about to indicate, when he assumed that she was about to scream.

She had then been really frightened when she felt the immense power of the hand that covered her mouth. What if he was an insane killer and would not settle for straight sex? With his hand caressing her pussy with surprising softness they were rapidly getting on the same page and she reached out to caress his cock.

When her hand connected with his slim shaft, he looked down approvingly and got down on his knees to ease her access. With that he moved both hands to her neck and grabbed hold of the neck of her T-shirt as if he wanted to pull her somewhere. After a short bulging of his massive arms, the T-shirt ripped and he tore it all the way to the bottom where he ripped the rim too and released the sides exposing a pair of nice, round tits with large dark red areolas and small, but stiff nipples.

"I'd have taken it off, you know!?" she said smiling.

"Faster and more impressive" he said granting her one of his predatory smiles.

'And a reminder that I am all at his mercy' she tried not to think. The knot of fear from being alone with a total stranger returned. She studied his features as he fondled her newly exposed breasts lightly. In the half-darkness he had classical facial features that looked like something sculpted in marble. For an instant the kind face of a potential lover and the shadow of something immensely cold seemed superimposed on that face, then the illusion was gone and he smiled at her with wide even teeth and moved his hand back to her crotch.