Von Drek turned the handle to open the door to his new quarters. Finally it was complete, his new airship. A Von Drek original he’d designed it from balloon to galley himself. The greatest achievement of his life now he could carry on with his shipping business from his new flagship. He’d outfitted it with 30 cannon on either side and he was to handpick the crew himself. He breathed in the deep moist air before turning back to view the crew.
	They stood, all 40 men shoulder to shoulder on the bridge. His first mate Smitty, he nicknamed him, stood before them all clipboard and quill in hand. “Ready for inspection sir.” “Good, are all the men in shape enough to be on my ship?” “They all come highly recommended sir.” Smitty replied, with his normal patsy tone. “Good, it’s time to shove off. Plot a course of New York. I wish to be in my office by noon next week. You are all dismissed to your posts.” The support crew filled out of the bridge and Drek turned back to his private room and closed the door. It’s time for his afternoon nap.
	A loud banging on the door woke him in the midst of a very satisfying dream. He let out a dull sigh and walked to the door. “What do you want? I hope this is important.” “Sir, we have word that one of our laborers in the furnace is actual well…sir…it’s a woman.” “A woman on my ship? I’ll be down in a moment.” Drek turned around; maybe his dream would be fulfilled. He smiled and chuckled as he put on his suit and hat. After grabbing his pistol he met Smitty on the bridge and they started off to the boiler room the sound of his boots clanging against the iron walkways like music to his ears.
	The door opened on a large room filled with the boilers furnaces and all other things needed to keep this engineering marvel in the sky. The room was currently filled with only a handful of workers. I guess they missed the lunch bells.  He walked toward a rather thin and feminine looking worker, they still had on a white work shirt covered in suit. “Odd.” He thought to himself quietly looking at the others who had long since removed most of their clothing. It was rather warm in her. They walked up to the working. “Worker, stand at attention please.” “Yes sir!” She said standing as straight as she could. It was the worst impersonation of a manly voice he’d ever heard. “I don't recall seeing you up with the rest of the crew during inspection.” Drek removed his sword from its ornate cane sheath.  He drought it slowly up to the top of her shirt and quickly drew it down cutting the shirt open revealing two small but very firm breasts. She looked up at him frightened. Smitty looked at her and started to salivate. Disgusting swine, he’d always been more trouble than he’s worth. “Smitty. Check the pressure in the boiler it looks like its leaking…” Smitty moved over to the gauges looking at them confused. Drek pulled his pistol and shot the name in the back of the head, the crack of the pistol echoing around the room. He walked over and kicked the body into the furnace. “You are coming with me.” He looked at the scared girl and smiled.
	He walked her through the ship, her breasts opened for all to see. They made it back up to his chamber and he shoved her in closing the door behind him. She stood by the back wall, the fear in her eyes making Drek almost shake with excitement. “You know I do not allow women on my ship. It’s a distraction and could cost me quite a lot. Now what am I to do with you?” “Sir, I'm just trying to make money to support my family…my father died only a few months ago and….” He interrupted. “I don't care about the plight of your family, you were not to be on my ship.” He said sternly. “I could be valuable sir…” She said shaking. “My father taught me a lot about these ships and the engines. I'm a good mechanic sir…” He stopped her again. “What have I told you about your family’s plight? I couldn’t care less about your worthless father or whatever he pretended to teach you. I’m well within my right to have you shot, as a matter of fact. “He drew his sword and placed it softly against her throat. She started to tear up but was trying to fain composure. “There is only one way you could prove valuable, strip. I want to inspect you.” She stood there in shock for a moment. He flicked his wrist and gave her a small cut on the collar. “I said, STRIP!” She started to cry. “But sir, its improper…It’s not right.” “STRIP OR I WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND!” He voice authoritative. She started slowly taking her clothes off, sobbing as she did. Her breasts coming into full view slightly blackened with soot. He pressed the sword into the wall next to her head. “Get on the bed.” She walked over hesitantly and sat down. “Take of the rest of your clothes.” “Sir there has to be another way!” She sobbed. He pulled his revolver and pointed it at her. “Take of the rest of your clothes” He said coldly. She started undressing calling to him to reconsider. He cared not what she wanted. She removed her pants and panties. Here beautiful shaved crotch that she tried to hide from him. “Good, now spread your legs.” She stopped about halfway crying out to him. He moved closer grabbing her knees and pulling her legs open. He inhaled the sweet scent from her. Surprisingly she was a little wet already. Was she enjoying this? He moved in and flicked his tongue over her clit and watched her shake a little. He started to trace her inner thigh with the muzzle of his revolver and slowly pushed it into her. He started to move the cold steel in and out of her vagina. He couldn’t wait to shove his penis inside her. It was so inviting, so innocent. A trickle of blood came with as he withdrew his pistol. Oh, it’s her first time… we better make this memorable. He stood and unbuttoned his pants pulling out his throbbing cock and pushed her to her knees infront of it. With the gun to her head he told her to suck it like she would a lollypop her dad would bring her from the store. She was naturally talented. He moaned. It was time. He needed to be inside her. He reached down and lifted her by her arm and pushed her to the bed. She lay there motionless and crying. He moved in and slipped his cock inside her, pushing deeply. She let out a low moan. He started to pump in and out of her with slow steady rhythm. He started to unbutton his shirt as he was fucking her. He pulled off his shirt and laid himself on top of her kissing her neck gently. She seemed to lean into it. She was liking this after all. He grabbed her hair pulling her head up and bit down on her neck. She moaned again. The crying had stopped. He could feel her pussy start to constrict around his cock. She was the best feeling pussy he’d ever had. He pulled her head into a kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She seemed to be reluctant but she started to kiss back. He started thrusting harder and faster, he was going to cum. His body tensed and the feeling of euphoria washed over him for the instance it was all he even dream about. This was the best fuck he’d had. She really was valuable. I think I'm going to keep her around.