Captured by the Yandere Space Pirates

Syn's breath came in sharp gasps, his chest heaving as he faced Pako across the evacuation bay's cold steel floor. Vera lay crumpled to his left, her purple hair fanning out like a spilled shadow, her body still tingling from the taser's bite, while Aster strained against the blanket binding her broad frame, her teal eyes glinting with fury.

Pako stood before him, naked and unashamed, her tanned skin glistening with sweat, her curves and perky breasts a distracting tableau that had already compromised his focus—his groin tightening, his agility faltering. She glared at him, her dark eyes blazing with a fire he hadn't anticipated, her fists clenched as she stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tense air like a blade.

"I won't go easy on you, Syn," she spat, her tone venomous, stripped of its usual playfulness. "You used me—played me—and I'm done holding back." She stayed true to her word, launching into an aggressive barrage of attacks with no mercy, her movements a whirlwind of raw, unfiltered rage. Syn ducked her first swing, a wild haymaker aimed at his jaw, but her speed caught him off-guard—faster than Aster, fiercer than he'd expected from the impulsive tease he'd tangled with all night. Her fist grazed his cheek, a stinging blow that snapped his head to the side, and before he could recover, her knee drove into his thigh, a solid thud that made him stagger.

He countered, his soldier instincts kicking in, landing a quick jab to her shoulder that forced her back a step, but Pako didn't flinch. She lunged again, her elbow cracking against his ribs, her breath hot and ragged as she pressed her assault. Syn grunted, his body protesting the fatigue of their earlier passion, but adrenaline surged, sharpening his edge. He caught her wrist mid-strike, twisting it to throw her off-balance, and she yelped, retaliating with a swift kick to his shin that sent a jolt of pain up his leg. They broke apart, panting, sweat beading on their brows, the air thick with the echo of their clash.

"Give up, Syn," Pako warned, her voice a low growl as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her dark eyes locked on his. "I won't let you past me—not after this." Her stance widened, her naked form a defiant wall between him and the hangar bay's promise of freedom.

Syn's chest heaved, his hazel eyes softening with a flicker of regret as he met her gaze. "I'm sorry, Pako," he said, his voice rough but earnest. "I didn't mean to hurt you—I tried to explain, but you wouldn't listen. I have to go—it's bigger than us." His words hung heavy, a plea she brushed aside with a scoff.

"You could've waited," she shot back, her tone sharp with betrayal. "Talked to us in the morning, all of us—but no, you were selfish, rash. Now I'll have to discipline you properly—on the bed, where you belong." Her lips twitched, a dark promise laced with her usual mischief, but the threat carried weight, her anger unshaken.

Syn let out a dull laugh, a wry sound that echoed faintly in the bay. "I am sorry but I can't take you seriously when you say shit like that," he muttered, shaking his head as he tensed, his muscles coiling for a leap. He lunged toward her, aiming to knock her down and bolt for the hangar, his boots scuffing the floor as he closed the gap.

But the moment his foot lifted, he caught it—a subtle grin curling Pako's lips, a glint of triumph in her eyes. Too late, he felt the tug—a vice-like grip clamping around his ankle, yanking him mid-stride. He crashed forward, his arms flailing as he hit the steel floor with a thud, pain radiating through his palms and knees. Vera—supposedly unconscious—loomed behind him, her purple eyes wild with a mad intensity, her face contorted with rage and willpower. Her body still tingled, her limbs trembling from the taser's aftershocks, but she'd crawled silently across the floor, her nails scraping the steel as she dragged herself to him, her grip on his ankle unrelenting. "Got you," she rasped, her voice a guttural snarl, her strength born of sheer defiance.

Pako pounced, seizing the opening with ruthless precision. She dropped onto Syn, her knees pinning his legs as she twisted his arm behind his back, locking him in a tight hold that made his shoulder scream. "Give up!" she barked, her breath hot against his ear, her naked body pressed against him as she tightened her grip. Syn thrashed, his free hand clawing at the floor, but her hold was iron, her fury unshakable.

A loud grunt tore through the air as Aster surged upright, her broad frame flexing with one massive heave. The blanket binding her ripped apart, splitting into two ragged halves that fluttered to the ground, her teal eyes blazing as she shook off the remnants.

She rushed forward, her boots pounding the steel, and took over from Pako with a seamless swap, her weight crashing onto Syn's back. She straddled him, her knees digging into his spine as she pinned him face-down, her hands wrenching his arms behind him with a grip that brooked no resistance. Pako rolled off, dusting her hands with a huff, her dark hair wild as she caught her breath, her nakedness a stark contrast to the violence of the moment.

Aster leaned down, her voice a low growl in his ear. "You're not going anywhere." Her grip tightened, her fingers digging into his wrists as she held him fast, her blonde hair brushing his cheek. Vera staggered to her feet, her body swaying as the tingling faded, her purple eyes burning with an intensity that could've melted steel. She loomed over Syn, her hands trembling but her stance resolute, her face a mask of fury and betrayal.

"Let's do 'it,'" Aster said aloud, her tone flat but heavy with intent. Vera and Pako nodded, their agreement a silent pact sealed in the heat of the moment.

Vera's voice cut through, sharp and angry as she glared at Aster. "We should've done it back then—when he slipped past the forcefield that day. I stopped because of you." Her purple hair clung to her sweat-damp forehead, her fists clenching as she spoke.

Aster's teal eyes flickered, her grip on Syn unrelenting as she replied, "I thought he'd changed—not as stubborn as before. Guess I was wrong—he's exactly the same." Her voice carried a bitter edge, a quiet admission of misjudgment.

Syn twisted beneath her, confusion threading through his pain as he rasped, "What the hell do you mean by 'it'?" His hazel eyes darted between them, searching for a clue, his breath ragged against the steel floor.

Pako squatted down in front of him, her naked form a full, uncensored display as she leaned close, her dark eyes glinting with an evil grin. Vera reached into a pocket on her belt, her movements jerky from the lingering taser effects, and tossed something small and glinting toward Pako, who caught it with a quick snatch. Pako turned back to Syn, her grin widening as she leaned in, her breath warm against his face. "It's our turn to say sorry, Syn," she purred, her voice a mocking lilt. "Starting with me—sorry." She paused, letting the word hang, then nodded to Aster.

"Sorry," Aster grunted, her grip tightening on his arms, her knees pressing harder into his back.

"Sorry," Vera echoed, her voice a low snarl as she stepped closer, her boots thudding beside his legs, her purple eyes locked on his with a fierce intensity.

Pako popped the object—a small, white pill—into her mouth, holding it between her teeth as she grabbed Syn's cheeks with a firm, unyielding grip. He jerked back, his eyes wide with panic, but her fingers dug into his skin, pinning him as she pressed her lips to his. Her tongue forced its way past his resistance, a hot, invasive push that shoved the pill into his mouth, her kiss rough and unrelenting. Syn gagged, his throat working as he swallowed involuntarily, the bitter taste coating his tongue as Pako pulled back, her grin triumphant.

His eyes widened, terror flashing through them as he rasped, "What—what did I swallow?" His voice trembled, his body straining against Aster's hold, his mind racing with dread.

Pako wiped her mouth, her dark eyes glinting as she waved a dismissive hand. "Don't worry—it's just something to help you," she said, her tone deceptively casual. "A painkiller."

"Painkiller?" Syn croaked, confusion swirling as his gaze darted to Vera, whose hands hovered over his legs. Before he could process her words, Vera's fingers clamped around his ankle, her grip iron despite her trembling frame. With a swift, brutal twist, she snapped it.

Crack

The crack of bone echoing through the bay. Syn's scream tore from his throat, a raw, guttural sound that bounced off the walls, pain exploding through his leg like a white-hot brand.

Pako lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his head, hugging his face to her chest as she murmured, "It'll pass, Syn—it's just to keep you safe, stop you from making rash mistakes." Her voice was soft, almost consoling, but it did little to dull the agony. Before the pain could ebb, Vera twisted his other ankle, another sickening crack splitting the air. Syn yelled again, his voice breaking, his body bucking beneath Aster as the twin shocks seared through him, his screams reverberating in the bay.

In a dimly lit room, Mia watched through a flickering screen, her white hair spilling over her face as tears streaked her pale cheeks. Syn's cries pierced her, each one a dagger twisting in her gut. She'd shut down the pod, trapped him here, and now this—his pain, his screams—were her fault.

Her hands flew to her ears, shutting out the sound as she curled into a ball, her knees drawn tight to her chest. The screen went dark, her fingers trembling as she killed the feed, but his echoes lingered, haunting her. She rocked faintly, whispering to herself, "It's to keep him safe—it's to keep him safe." She kept telling herself that it was all to keep him safe.