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What do you get when Star Wars meets Sherwood Forest? Mix in a little Pirates of the Caribbean, Fanny Hill and Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and you get Brandi Whyne... And Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures with Robin Manhood and His Totally Sexed-Out Space Pirates.
In Chapter One: Captured by Space Pirates! we meet our heroine, the strong-willed, hot-blooded Brandi Whyne. Brandi is a comely lass orphaned at a young age. Now twenty-two and working as a barmaid in hellhole spaceport, Brandi finds her virginity threaten. That is, until a tall, mysterious stranger waltzes into the bar and rescues her. To Brandi’s delight her rescuer turns out to be none other than the wickedly handsome Robin Manhood, wanted space pirate and captain of the Pulsating Purple Parsnip. Brandi decides to join Robin’s crew of sexual deviants and freedom fighters in their quest to provide the galaxy with a endless supply of cheap adult toys and even cheaper laughter.
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Brandi Whyne 1 - Celine Chatillon
Chapter One
Captured by Space Pirates!
It’s difficult to know where to begin my tale—so fantastic an adventure it is, and oh, so incredibly erotic. I suppose the best place to start would be at the very beginning.
Not at my beginning. To go that far back would simply bore you to tears. I know it would bore me, so let’s not go there at all. Agreed? I really should have phrased that first sentence better. Allow me to start again.
The best place to start is when I first met the space pirates. Or to put it even more accurately, Robin Manhood and his totally sexed-out space pirates.
I know what you’re thinking now. What does she mean by totally sexed-out space pirates?
It’s a valid question. But if I told you everything at the start of this saga, it would take away from the suspense now, wouldn’t it? Besides, it will become obvious in a few pages what I mean about the space pirates and their sexual appetites. Can you hang on until then? You can? Thanks.
Okay, now that we’ve settled that point, I’ll start my story on the day I, Brandi Whyne, met Captain Robin Manhood and his so-called band of Merry Men, Women, and Aliens-Whose-Genders-Are-Still-Under-Consideration.
Got that? Good—because I’m not repeating it.
I was twenty-two years old and working that day—strike that, slaving is a more accurate term for what I did—at the Black Whole, a smoky, seedy spaceport bar owned and operated by my aunt, Cruilla DeVino on the planet Proxima Centauri Five.
I use the term aunt somewhat loosely to describe dear Cruilla, since I was never certain of our family relationship. With her toothless grin, greasy, matted gray hair, two-meter height, one-hundred-kilogram weight and her constant chuma leaf chewing and spitting, she bore little resemblance to me—a petite yet curvy, auburn-haired, freckled-face girl with all my teeth.
All I really knew about Cruilla was that after both my parents died in a crash landing of a top secret, experimental spacecraft on the other side of the planet when I was a mere twelve years old, I was sent off to slave alongside Cruilla at the Black Whole. And I can honestly say that there has never been a more educational apprenticeship experienced by an impressionable young girl in the known history of the universe.
Bring us more ale,
the old space dogs would bark at me from their sticky barstools from sundown to sun up. And bring us another bowl of those little salty peanuts so we can eat them and get even more dehydrated than we do while consuming large quantities of alcohol so we can consume even more alcohol…
or some similar nonsense. I ignore them. The Black Whole wasn’t famous for its intelligent clientele by any means.
Fetching mugs of space ale, delivering bowls of peanuts, and wiping off sticky barstools was the bane of my existence until about my sixteenth birthday. Then our patrons’ jeering took on a more lascivious tone. But I soon discovered a way to keep the lusty louts’ hands off my curves. By the time Robin Manhood arrived on the scene several years later, I had polished my comeback lines so well they had become true performance art.
Hey, sweet cheeks…you’ve got a lovely arse,
one of our drunken guests shouted at me that fateful night when I met Robin. Bring us some of those extra-salty pretzel sticks so we can slowly suck on them, therefore showing you what we want you to do with our dehydrated, shriveled-up old dicks.
Well, okay, not really, but it amounts to the same thing.
Fuck off,
I said with a smile, replenishing their drinks and dumping their Plutonian cigar ashes from the ashtrays into their snack bowl just to see if they’d notice.
Now Cruilla had warned me repeatedly not to curse at the customers and not to pollute the snack bowls. It was bad for business, she said—and for her shares of stock in the Super Salty Snack Company of Ceti Alpha Prime. But what did I care? She barely paid me minimum wage and even with scraping and scrimping, I still hadn’t manage to come up with enough credits to buy passage off this Godforsaken rock.
Yeah, fuck, that’s what we’re going on about, Brandi,
one particularly thickheaded gentleman missing half his teeth and all of his wits, charm, and pocket change replied to my challenge. His drinking buddies laughed and punched him on the arm.
Fuck, fuck, heh, heh, heh…that’s all we wanna do,
came the chorus of seriously sloshed sociopaths. Pull down that blouse of yours and let us see those great titties, Brandi. Flip up that skirt and show us that curvy arse of yours up close and personal, sweetheart.
What can I say? Their manners were appalling. That’s the Black Whole’s clientele for you. It was time to teach these royal screw-ups a lesson.
Dramatically sighing, I slapped my bar towel on the counter, tossed my long, lustrous red-brandy colored hair over my bare shoulders and fixed my