Ravaged

Exhibition

You walked into the main deck on Yondu's arm, like his precious little trophy. Instantly, all the eyes in the room were on you. The captain's all-male crew stared hungrily as you sauntered to the center of the bridge, where the high-tech glow from the computer screens beautifully illuminated your features.

"Show 'em what you can do, sweetie," Yondu commanded roughly, while giving you a shove. His initial sweetness had turned into something much more primal.

With your heart pounding and your pussy already damp, you started by removing your top. The frilly, lacy piece of fabric was so small that it could barely be considered a shirt. You tossed it to the floor. Quill gave you a sly smile from the back of the room. Almost instinctively, you cupped your breasts.

Seeing that there was nothing underneath, a particularly lustful ravager shouted, "Oh yes! Wow, Yondu! Can I have her?"

"No ... she's all mine," the captain responded. Jealousy burned in his red eyes, "Just look."

You continued to pose and show off for the crew, even dancing to the classics on Quill's mixtape. As the night went on, you received even more attention from Yondu; he gave you exotic food and drinks, and told you a little about his long past. The thing he made sure to mention most often was your attractive appearance. "Come a Little Bit Closer", a familiar Earth tune, bounced from the boombox.

As you danced closer to him, you noticed the old man's bulge hardening in his pants. He needed to have you soon. You were about to suggest that he take you to his bedroom, but he was already ten steps ahead. Yondu grabbed you by the arm and whispered in your ear.

"Come with me girl," he said softly, "Now," he added with a sense of playful urgency.

You happily agreed, because how could one resist? The night was fun and young. And with your consent, the two of you traveled to his room.