By Pen Penguin
Copyright 2012 Pen Penguin
"Coda, I'm sensing a distress signal from sector AZ."
"Alright Nate, take us there."
"Roger that. Computer, set a course."
Our spaceship lurched, changing directions to head towards our new destination. My name's Coda, and I'm a space pirate alongside my partner, Nate. We spend our days and nights scouring the vast reaches of space in search of loot, food and hapless captives to tie up and molest for our pleasure. Sounds cruel? Maybe, but being in space for so long, with so little company tends to do some twisted things to your psyche. Once boredom sets in, you'll really understand how twisted human sexuality can be, and just what kinds of devious sexual acts you'll make someone perform just for the thrill of it. It's funny, because we actually used to be pretty good people. Nate was once a renowned scientist, and I, an upstanding psychologist. Strange how life always takes you where you least expect to go. I certainly hadn't studied psychology with the expectation that several years later, I'd be scouring space as a perverted sex-starved space pirate.
You might ask, why don't Nate and I just have sex with each other? Well, we've agreed that it's in both our professional interests, that we keep our filthy hands off of one another. It's way more fun to make someone do something they don't want to anyways. Besides, our victims often get off on it just as much as we do. It doesn't matter how much they protest at first. By the time we're done with them, they're begging us for more. That's the best part. The looks in their eyes when they realize they've been corrupted, and that they'll never again be satisfied with tame vanilla sex. Man, we really are the worst.