The Dead Zone chapter 01
Cait, a recently graduated astronavigator with a troubled past, embarks on her first long haul voyage.
Cait, a recently graduated astronavigator with a troubled past, embarks on her first long haul voyage.
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Elle takes her neighbor down a peg
You know the rules. 18 or get out. No exceptions.
This is Chapter 1b, a continuation of Chapter 1a. If that doesn’t make sense to you, then go back and read 1a, because ‘a’ comes before ‘b’, okay?
Brandon backed up in horror as the figure rose and spun around in surprise. He recognized her immediately; Keisha Scott, a fellow coworker and friend. They had met on Brandon’s first day and she had taken him under her wing. Since then, the twenty-nine year old single mother had regarded Brandon as the little brother she’d never had, a feeling that Brandon returned. They worked registers side by side, and more than a few customers had glanced between the two, mistaking them for twins due to the uncanny resemblance. A resemblance so unnatural, they had checked family histories, but found nothing linking the two in familial bonds. The duo had always laughed as they informed those mistaken people of their nine year difference in ages. But right now, laughter was the furthest thing from dancing in Keisha’s eyes.
âWhat the fuck is your problem Brandon?â
âSorry! I didn’t see you there!â
âReally? Because it didn’t feel like you didn’t see me there!â Brandon cringed. Of course today would be the day that the universe would just keep piling it on. â…Never mind the fact that you almost knocked me on my damn head and had my brain splattered all over the place…â Brandon was starting to get annoyed. Any other time, he would have been apologetic, but right now he was not in the mood for being sorry. He was in the mood for getting his rocks off, and he needed –
And then, like magic it clicked. Suddenly, Brandon wasn’t looking at his pissed-off big sister; he was staring at the angrily contorted but normally decently attractive face of his coworker. His female coworker. And to be completely honest, pressing his dick into her ass had felt good.
He knew he was being idiotic, but he had to act fast, for the good of his dick and before she got any louder and attracted any attention. Without warning, Brandon grabbed Keisha and pushed her against the wall. She instantly fell silent, eyes widening in fear that she had pushed Brandon too far. It only took a second for Brandon to lock eyes with her, and a moment later, he took a dive a kissed her. It was only a quick peck before he pulled back, watching and waiting for the inevitable smack. He saw the flames rise behind her eyes before she attacked, smashing her mouth against his in a sexually charged, tooth grinding, tongue battling kiss that threatened to melt his brain.
Brandon wasted no time, wrapping her leg around his waist and grinding his covered erection against her crotch. Keisha’s hands were clawing at his back and pulling him closer with her leg. He had one hand on her ass, bringing her closer. His other hand had been thrust under her shirt, forcing its way under her bra and molesting her teat, feeling the hot handful of flesh fill his hand and the erect nipple try to punch a hole through his palm. The heat radiating from her groin was great, soaking through her pants, panties, his pants and boxers and into his dick.
Footsteps in the hall interrupted them and they jumped apart in fear. Luckily, the steps continued without pause until they had died away. Brandon was horny, but he wasn’t stupid. He needed this job, and getting caught would not only momentarily kill his boner, but it would permanently kill his paycheck.
âBathroom?â His question was echoed simultaneously by Keisha. They grinned and nodded. Brandon left, taking the long way, Keisha right behind him taking the shorter route to the deli section.
Brandon was honestly shocked by how easy it had been. With her blazing fury, he had been expecting brick and mortar resistance and had punched with appropriate force. Instead, what he’d gotten was a rice paper facade that he’d practically fallen through. In his experience, only two things could cause a resistance against him to be almost completely nullified: either his victim already harbored an attraction for him, or someone had lit their fire and just left the motor running. He’d encountered both several times, but he would have thought that Keisha would have put up more resistance to him given their familial bond. Curious though he was about which category she fell into, Brandon was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He rounded the final corner, seeing the outer door still swinging slightly on its hinges. He pushed through and continued down the hall, slipping inside the single-occupancy employee bathroom unnoticed. Immediately, he was pushed against the door as a pair of soft lips attacked him. Through the sexual haze, he faintly heard the door being locked.
Their hands were everywhere all at once. One of Keisha’s hands had a firm grip on his skull, pulling his face against hers as her other hand stroked the steel-like rod pointing straight up in Brandon’s pants. He had immediately unhooked the clasp of her bra with a snap of his fingers and pushed the cups up, and now his hands were alternating between gliding up and down her silky smooth skin, cupping her moderately sized breasts and tweaking the nipples, and squeezing her firm, rounded butt. The decision was finally made for him when Keisha jumped, wrapping her strong thighs around his torso and dropping her ass right into his waiting palms. His fingers dug in to those cheeks, that ass that he had admired for so long against his will. She was a tease without even knowing it. Every time she dropped a pen or a dime, every time she reached under the counter for another roll of tape, he was treated to the spectacular view of those slacks stretching tight over her cheeks. Keisha broke away to speak, Brandon going to work on her neck.
âIts been… ten minutes… aren’t you gonna… go have lunch?â
âDon need foo,â Brandon mumbled, nipping at her collarbone.
âBut we have to… oh god… go back….â
Brandon growled and pushed Keisha against a wall. The shock of impact only added to the atmosphere or hot dirty sex. He dropped her legs and started pillaging her mouth again, as he expertly undid the button on her slacks and yanked the zipper down. She held onto his shirt and yanked it over his head as he dropped down, bringing her pants and lacy blue panties with him. Keisha was definitely wet. A strand of her fluid stretched from her panties to her pussy until it snapped. He pulled a leg out of her pants for easier access. She may have been a single mother, but Keisha was still young and cared about her appearance, as evidenced by the small and trimmed triangle of pubic curls and bald labia. Her lips were already engorged and glistening with her excitement.
Cocking her free leg over his shoulder, Brandon swiped his tongue across Keisha’s open slit, tasting the flavor of her flowing hole as the scent burned its way into his senses. Her prominent clit was already visible at nearly and inch long, poking out like a miniature cock. He wasted no time in sliding a long finger into her pink tunnel and started fucking it. Clearly, two kids didn’t leave a lot of time for sex. Brandon barely was able to fit a second finger into Keisha’s pussy. The second invasion was enough to send the young woman into the clouds, the walls of her pussy squeezing rhythmically around his fingers. She really needed this. Her fingers curled into his hair and held him in place while she ground her pussy all over Brandon’s face. Keisha’s pussy was flowing like a fountain as he locked his lips around her erect nub and started sucking. He had no way of telling if he had caused a second electrifying orgasm or if he had sent her higher into the first. What he did know is she loved it as her thighs clamped down over his ears and she nearly suffocated him with her flowing gash. Keisha’s spasming cunt continued to coat the invading digits with its creamy bath as she shuddered and bucked, supporting her weight on the wall and Brandon’s face.
Brandon couldn’t wait any longer. He’d been the gentleman, making sure she got off twice, and now it was time to take care of his needs. He dragged his body up against Keisha’s, sliding his hands under her work polo and against her warm sides before divesting her of her shirt. Her matching bra came off too and he pressed himself against her, feeling the diamond hard nipples capping her B-cups digging into his own pectorals. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her own cunt as his hands caressed her breasts. The chocolate mounds did have a very slight sag from breast feeding, but were still quite firm and perky, making a bra nearly unnecessary. Keisha’s hands had already unfastened his pants and were fondling the shaft jutting out from the opening in his pants.
âCondom,â she breathed into Brandon’s mouth. âNeed… condom. In my pants.â
She helpfully wrapped the leg her pants still dangled from around Brandon’s waist. Despite his dislike for the latex contraption, out of respect he searched furiously for the square foil. However, he was finding it difficult to search her pockets with Keisha’s slippery folds gliding over the lower half of his shaft. Debit cars, chap stick, keys, and various odds and ends clattered to the floor in his frenzied search, but somehow, the rubber could not be found. Realizing the search was fruitless, Brandon grasped her other thigh and hoisted the woman up.
âI’ll pull out, okay?â Keisha’s mind screamed no, but her overheated pussy was firmly in control and would not surrender to anything. Against her better judgment, she found herself nodding as her hand positioned the bell end of Brandon’s cock at the entrance to her slick opening. She felt the younger man gradually releasing her weight, allowing gravity to drag her hundred and thirty pound frame down. Both were thankful for her abundant juices because Keisha’s pussy was near-virginal right. The journey down to the base was deliciously slow before all eight inches were fully gripped by Keisha’s silken tunnel.
That was the end of gentle. After a brief moment for her to get used to his size, Brandon lifted Keisha and dropped her repeatedly on his erection. She was clinging to his neck, whimpering in pleasure at the violation and the sensation of him feeding on her breasts, even doing her best to shove her body down on his meat. Every time he bottomed out, he would grunt and she would squeal. They were rutting like animals, allowing their base instinct to fuck to overrule the social norms that condemned sex in public. The fact that someone â anyone â could be listening outside the door was getting them both off, Keisha more than Brandon since this was her first foray into exhibitionism. She had never done anything on this level of sexual depravity. Their boss could be listening to her fucking her ‘brother’ for all she knew.
That thought â the element of incest â brought Keisha to a hard climax. Her drawn out moan bounced off the walls before Brandon managed to cover her mouth with his own. He continued to bounce her up and down his thick length, watching her tits jiggle as her walls rippled and gripped his fleshy invader. He wouldn’t be stopped, and he wouldn’t slow down. He was covered in a mixture of their sweat, arms bulging as Keisha bucked on him like he was a wild pony, and he bucked back, nailing her slit with short, precise strokes accompanied by a deep grunt. He let her ride out her orgasm, pistoning in and out of her gash like machine.
At one point or another, many men consider the idea of having sex with their own sister, younger or older. Most removed the fantasy from their minds, considering the idea disgusting and perverted. A few held onto that fantasy, bringing themselves to powerful climaxes with the thought of that taboo act. But fewer still actually received that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to bury their stiff erections in their sister’s wet and willing (and sometimes unwilling) gashes. And even then, they would live out their days in silence, in fear of being labeled a sexual deviant by the public at large.
But Brandon was not like them. He would not be joining the ranks of their society, shrouded in silence and secrecy. His ‘big sister’ was bouncing on his dick and cumming like a freight train, and there were no blood ties. She could cream all over his dick as much as she wanted. He could fuck this woman until the day was done. They could enjoy the taboo of incest, and suffer none of the consequences.
âTurn around,â Brandon ordered, lifting her from his cock and lowering her to the floor. His pants had fallen to his ankles long ago, and he kicked out of them and his underpants, leaving the both of them completely naked. Keisha leaned against the wall on her forearms, bent at the waist with her ass thrust invitingly in the air. She instinctively spread her mocha legs shoulder-width apart, but was surprised when he pushed them back together. She understood why when she felt Brandon embrace her from behind, wedging his cock between her ass cheeks in a pantless mirror of their earlier position in the office.
âThat’s what you felt, isn’t it?â he breathed in her ear. âYou felt my big hard cock pushing into your ass, didn’t you?â
âYeah…â came the shaky reply.
âThat’s why you got all pissed like that, didn’t you? You felt your little brother’s big -â he accented the word with a thrust â- fucking cock rubbing against your ass, and you wanted it. You wanted every single inch buried in your tight little twat, but you were ashamed of the urge, weren’t you?â She nodded, too aroused to form words. âNo need to be ashamed. When it comes to fucking, every one of us is a dirty fucking bastard.
âLike me.â Brandon continued to grind his pelvis into the soft ass. âI accidentally did today what I’ve wanted to do to you since day one. Every time you walked away, every time you bent over, all I wanted was to pull my dick out and hump your ass. Just pull down my big sister’s pants and blast my big fucking load on her fantastic ass cheeks. It wouldn’t have mattered who was watching. And now I’m actually doing it, rubbing my hard cock against your ass, and I’m realizing that reality is so much better than fantasy. Because your ass against my cock is everything I thought it was going to be, and more.â
Brandon’s growling confession, his stress on the incest factor, and his cock was driving Keisha insane. At this point, he wasn’t just fucking her body, he was fucking her mind too, and it sent her over the edge again with a strangled moan. Brandon pointed his cock downward and forced every inch into her cavern, sending her into another intense climax. Brandon clapped a hand over Keisha’s mouth as she howled like a banshee. Her gripping fuck box was threatening to be his undoing, but he managed to hold off. He had one more dirty trick up his sleeve.
When Keisha finally came back down, He pulled himself from her burning depths. Brandon ripped her pants, panties and remaining shoe from the leg they still dangled on. His focus was on those lacy boy shorts. Making sure he had them oriented properly, he kicked her legs apart and ran the crotch of her panties over her soaked slit, gathering up as much moisture as possible.
âOpen your mouth.â Keisha didn’t even think of refusing or questioning the order, and Brandon pushed the skimpy underpants into her mouth, making sure the creamy crotch was on her tongue. âSince you can’t be quiet, I have to gag you.â And without further words, Brandon bent over her buried his member back into Keisha’s passage and started ramming her again. His hands grabbed at her tits, almost using them like handles to pull himself deeper into her.
The only sounds echoing now were a quick fleshy smacks and a muffled squeal from Keisha. Brandon’s impact was sending her ass into rippling waves. Everything was combining together. This sexually charged atmosphere, all those perverted thoughts that had run through his head at work, every fantasy of penetrating her anal chute for the pure depravity, and all the nights Alex’s anus had taken the pleasurable punishment in Keisha’s stead. Absolutely everything came out as Brandon felt the sperm quickly rise up his shaft.
The glossy head barely cleared Keisha’s outer lips in time. The first jet of sperm landed wetly on her outer lips and ran down her clitoris, sending lightning running through her body as she came one last time. The next shot coated her crack and anus before Brandon had lined himself up properly and started grinding his exploding cock in her lubed crack. He would later be thankful that she was shirtless as stream after stream of spunk landed on his sister’s ebony back.
As their respective orgasms died down, Brandon took the opportunity to glance at his watch. He still had five minutes to help her clean up, dress, and clock back in. He swelled with pride. He’d gotten his one good nut in, given one of the women he’d lusted after for months four or five good orgasms, and still had time to scarf down a chocolate bar.
âDamn, that was good.â
âPreaching to the choir,â Keisha breathed after ungagging herself. She held up the saliva soaked panties. âYou know I can’t wear these now, right?â
âGood,â Brandon replied, wetting paper towels. âNow you’ll remember that you just got the shit fucked out of you. Its a naughty thrill not wearing underwear in public. Hell, I’ll do it too if you want.â
He helped her clean off as much of his seed as possible before Keisha shooed him out of the bathroom. She still had another twenty minutes before she needed to punch in, while he was down to two. Brandon turned away from the locked door only to find a surprise standing in the hall.
âYou heard.â The voyeur nodded sheepishly, her right hand crammed deep into her unbuttoned pants. âHow much?â
âMost,â she replied. âI heard her three times.â
âAnyone else Kim?â She shook her head no. âSo it was just you.â
Kim was another coworker Brandon had fucked several times, and with good reason. Her 5’5 statue, caramel complexion, full lips, and ample ass blended into an eye catching, dick raising package. She was a loud girl, in and out of the sack, and she too had been a victim of the panty gag. Her pink g-string had been less effective though, especially when Brandon forced himself into her asshole. It was the same g-string she happened to be wearing right then, visible through her unbuttoned pants.
âYou know, good girls don’t eavesdrop.â Brandon closed the distance between the two and slowly removed her frozen hand from her crotch. âBut you aren’t a good girl, now are you? You’re a dirty slut who likes to listen to people fuck and take dick in your poop chute. And dirty sluts get punished.
âOf course, you were standing out here, and I’ll assume that you kept people from disturbing us. And I think that merits a small reward.â Brandon sucked Kim’s fingers into his mouth as one of his hands slithered down the front of her pants to pick up where she had left off. His other hand snaked down the back of her pants and between her fleshy cheeks to support her and tease her brown anus. Kim knew what was coming and bit her cheek as she stared dead in Brandon’s eyes. That one big orgasm she had been chasing slammed into her as she felt her clit being pinched lightly and a long finger penetrated her ass. Kim breathed hard as she bathed Brandon’s fingers and her own panties in a generous helping of her pussy cream.
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A quick story inspired by the awesomest game of all time: Portal.
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The Star Council Starship Invincible is exploring the furthest reaches of the galaxy when it encounters a unique lifeform which takes over the bodies of the crew members. The female crew members are bound naked to various BDSM devices. The male crew members are then forced to do what many males would do normally when presented with bound, squirming, extremely turned on females.
Please enjoy; the adult action begins in Chapter 1, hopefully you will read the background so that things make sense for you later on.
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I now give you the next episode of Ticonderoga.
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We were drifting through a dark nebula. We could not use our drives here because the gravitational wake could cause the dense material around us to collapse unexpectedly. The way through was simple. Find a straight line path through the cloud. Get a running start. Cut the engines before you entered. Then you just coast until you come out the far side.
We had buckled down for the three day coast and then went for it.
Mighty Mouse was learning the navigation duties. This was a good time for her to do that. She could not hurt us if she made a mistake. I had the engine cut off routed through my chair. They could not be engaged until I unlocked them.
âSir, we have an incoming message from command.â Phonecall said softly from her communications console.
âRout it to main screen,â I said and waited for the admiral to appear.
A face I had never seen before swam into view. âGood day, Captain Graves. I am Admiral Westland. There have been a few changes in commands around here, mostly due to your newest crew member. I am currently in charge of the deep program.â
âI am please to meet you, Admiral. May I ask where Admiral Tigrat has been posted?â
âHe is currently in charge of a project to erect a power tower. We have a new group of psionic cadets passing through the academy now. The strongest of them will be stationed at the tower to take advantage of the ability to transport items through the wormhole.â
âI assume this unscheduled call is not just social?â
âNo, I have a mission adjustment for you. We have lost contact with the Sequoia. Our updates place your ship as the closest responder. I am marking their last reported location on your navigation screen. They should be just on the other side of the nebula from you.â
âGood fortune smiles admiral. We are currently on our second day of drift through. We should breakout in thirty-two hours. I just have one question. We all come out here knowing there is no rescue. Is there going to be a change in that policy?â
âPhillip, this is a special case. Captain Furllow is president Furllowâs son. His life is your first priority. His crew was on the last year of their tour. We will make arrangements to have a deep transport rendezvous with you to bring any survivorâs back. Phillip, if your crew pulls this off you will all be heroes. You will be the first ship to ever pull off a deep rescue.â
âWe will do our best, Admiral. Do we have any intel on events?â
âThe last report was they had found an earth-like planet and were sending down a landing party. That was during their last report, ten days ago.â
The communications was closed. I called a meeting of my senior staff in the primary conference room. When everyone had arrived and was seated, I started my briefing. âWe have been placed on a rescue mission. We have a last know position for the Sequoia, and a crew list. I would say letâs go by the book on this but, we have no book for rescue operations. When we get out of the nebula, I am going to need one hundred percent from ship and crew. You currently have thirty-one hours to get all diagnostic checks and maintenance completed. Are there any questions at this time?â
Jazz Handâs second engineer raised his hand.
âFumble, we are not in the academy any more, just ask your question.â
âSir, due to our lack of solvent the injector system is not getting as clean as it needs to. We are currently working at about ninety-eight and declining.â
âOkay, we need to synthesize the solvent we need to do the job and no more. Jazz Hands, are you going to be okay if we have solvent on hand?â
âSir, you know my wifeâs and my problem. It would be best if neither of us was around the stuff.â
âFumble, make the solvent and move into the nacelles with it. Jazz Hands, stay in main engineering during its use. We will keep it away from you.â I dismissed everyone to their tasks. The ship would be abuzz with maintenance for the next day. Unfortunately I would be pretty much useless during this time. I found my feet headed for the lounge. I wasnât really stressed but I needed to clear my head.
I sat down at the bar and ordered an iced tea. I knew I needed to keep my wits about me. Something just felt wrong. I couldnât help but feel I was flying into a trap. It had all the earmarks. I felt a hand touch my back and looked up into the eyes of Dolly. âWhatâs wrong, captain?â
âWe have been ordered on a rescue mission.â
âDeep rescue? That is a little odd; we all come out here knowing the risks.â
âThis one is special. The presidentâs son is the captain and we are in the area.â
âIt sounds to me like you need to relax. The rain garden is free.â
I turned to look fully at the redheaded bombshell that was offering her companionship to me. She was dressed in a stunning green corset, with garters and hose. She had come here to relax and had singled me out to help her.
Being the gentleman that I am I took her drink from her hand and motioned to the bartender to refill it. âJust what did you have in mind?â
âI was thinking maybe a little fun in a rain shower might help you to think things through.â
âThat it might,â I reached behind me to gather our drinks they now had lids. Then I stood and took her arm as we headed for the rain garden.
When the door slid open I could smell the rainstorm in the air. After handing her the drink in my hand I touched the control panel to set the rain temperature and force. It would start light and build to a tropical depression in strength. I then guided her to the grassy rise in the center of the room.
In the middle of the room I took our drinks and set them down on the lawn. Then I began to slowly caress and undress the woman in front of me. Her skin was a soft as silk as she began to flush with her excitement. By the time the corset fell to the ground at our feet she was already moaning softly. I leaned in and took one of her breasts into my mouth. As I nipped at the nipple she wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me tighter to her.
Her hands began to work my uniform off, as I continued to suckle and caress her breasts. She soon had me naked and was guiding me down onto the grass. The first drops of rain touched my skin as she worked her way down and took me into her mouth. As the rain splattered against our skin she began to hum with my cock in her throat. It did not take long for me to climb to the edge of bliss. âI am going to cum.â I said with a throaty growl.
She pushed me deep into her throat and began to swallow. The pressure on my cock drove me over the edge as my orgasm exploded into her. As she felt me release she pulled back and caught the rest of my flow in her mouth. I could feel her swallow greedily as I pumped burst after burst into her.
As I came down from my rush I looked down to see her lovingly cleaning me. I sat up and pushed her backwards. Before she could even relax back completely I buried my face in he soaking wet pussy. I was an animal as I took her flavor and consumed it. She began to moan with passion as I pushed a finger into her pussy. Her pleasure rose to the level of screams as I pushed a finger into her ass. She was grinding onto my hands as my tongue played with her clit. I saw her reach up and begin to pinch her own nipples. Then her legs slammed shut on my head like a trap. He fingers twined into my hair and tried to pull me away but I kept my face and hands locked into place.
âPlease, you have me so sensitive.â
I flicked her clit with my tongue and she screamed out and her legs vibrated. With every touch she would convulse and try to pull away. Her own legs locked me in place so I continued to lick and nibble. I pushed a second finger into her pussy and her ass as she begged me to let her relax. The sudden scream was as loud as the peal of thunder that range through the room. Then she fell back and her legs flopped limply away from my head.
As she tried to recover I worked my way up her body. She wrapped her arms around me as she felt my cock bump against her entrance. With one savage plunge I pushed into her and listened to her moan out. Then I began to pump myself in and out of her with animal passion. She was jerking and thrusting with me as she rocked into another orgasm. I felt her body continue to vibrate as I pushed in and out of her. Soon she did not even have the strength to keep her arms around me. The force of the rain against our skin had increased until it felt like we were in a waterfall. The thunder echoed our cries of passion as I rose into those heights. She felt me began to get erratic and pulled her arms back up. Wrapping them around me she cried out as I felt her explode one last time. Our orgasms rushed through us as I filled her with everything I had.
We lay in the softening rain afterward. She was lazily cleaning me with her tongue and mouth as I thought through the mission we had ahead of us. I had to lay my suspicions to rest.
I was sitting in my chair on the bridge later that day. âMarijuana, I need to you to open the records on the Sequoia and look for anything odd in their reports over the last few weeks.â
âYes, Sir.â
âI donât care how small it is, I want to know anything out of the ordinary.â
âYes, Sir.â
I sat in the chair for the next hour bored out of my skull. I could not shake the feeling that we were flying into some kind of trap. Something just felt wrong. âPhonecall, try and raise the Sequoia. Maybe there long range is out.â
A few minutes later, phonecall reported back. âSir, I am showing that the signal is being received but they are not opening the channel so I cannot establish a stable wormhole.â
This news just made me feel more uneasy, what Marijuana said next made me even more nervous.
âSir I have established something a bit unusual for the Sequoia. One of the crew members received several private communications from earth over the last few weeks. I have not found a name yet.â
âMighty Mouse, I need you at the library console, I want a cross reference on the crew of the Sequoia. I need to know who could have gotten those calls.â
âYes, Sir,â Mighty Mouse replied as she stood from the navigation console and moved next to Marijuana.
I knew I was going to drive my crew crazy. I left the bridge and headed for engineering. I needed to find something to pass the time. Drifting through space even on a known course made me feel helpless. It reminded me of the results of our first planet fall. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I thought about the damage twenty Cock-Biter Rats had done to this ship.
I walked into engineering to see Jazz Hands talking with one of his men. âJazz Hands, progress report.â
âThe primary and back up injectors on nacelles two and three are complete and reassembled. We will have nacelles one and four completed by end of shift. The drift has made this easy we did not have to wait for cool down time.â
âHave second shift run a full system diagnostics on the drives. Letâs use the time as long as we have it.â
âWe have teams running diagnostics on every system on the ship. We should be in top shape by break out tomorrow night.â
I left engineering and headed for my quarters. My shift was over and night watch would be reporting. I caught Mountain in the hall as I passed his quarters. I exchanged reports with him and turned over the chair.
My night was restless, even my wife ended up kicking me out of the bed because I was keeping her awake. I could not shake the feeling and the longer it lingered the deeper the feeling became.
We made it through my next shift in the seat without anyone losing their head. I left orders that I was to be awoken when we made break out. Our ship was working at one hundred. I was awoken in the night by the com unit on the wall. âSir, we are twenty minutes from break out.â
âI will be there shortly.â
Mighty Mouse fell in step beside me as I headed towards the bridge. âCaptain, I found something that could be interesting. I was running the data on the crew of the Sequoia when I came across the personnel file for the second in command and his wife.â
âSpit it out, MM, I need either to confirm or break my suspicions.â
âThe second in command, William Kines, is married to Janet Kines. Sir, her maiden name is Tigrat.â
I froze in my tracks. When I turned to look at Mighty Mouse I already knew the answer to my question. I also did not need to ask.
âShe is admiral Tigratâs daughter by his first marriage. Her specialty is security, and tactical.â
We were in trouble. I knew without a doubt we where headed into a trap. âMighty Mouse, we need an edge. I think we are headed into a trap but have no way of proving it. Give me some kind of advantage.â
Mighty Mouse stepped in front of me stopping me from walking. She looked up into my eyes before she spoke. âPig, we already have an advantage, we know it is a trap.â
We continued onto the bridge, as I took the chair from Mountain I called out my orders. âLetâs get ready for our restart. I need all systems online and functioning five by five in twenty minutes.â I thumbed the com panel on my chair to life. âEngineering, are we a clean go for restart?â
âYes, Sir, we are five by five and on standby for injector initiation,â was the answer from the night chief.
I turned to see my wife join us on the bridge, and then looked over to our science and scanner stations. âMight Mouse, is your filter tuned and ready?â
âYes, Sir, I am fully ready for restart.â
âSlow Ride, give us a smooth comfortable start up.â
âYes, Sir,â Slow Ride answered as she initiated the restart sequence. I felt the slight vibration that always accompanied the start of our main gravity turbines. We all watched the main view screen as system statuses started to move towards the green.
âWrong Way, lay a course in for the last planet the Sequoia was investigating. Science and Tactical, initiate long range scans lets see if we can gather any information.â
As the bridge began to bustle with activity, I waited for the engines to finish the cold start cycle. When the engines showed green across the board I gave the order, âEngage the drives.â I felt the smooth transition into powered flight. It felt good to be commanding a starship again, instead of a drifting hulk.
Phone call interrupted my good mood with an announcement. âSir, I am receiving a short space distress beacon. It is coming from the surface of the planet we are on course for.â
âIs it a message?â
âNo, Sir, it is the auto beacon from a life pod.â
âSend out a hail to it and letâs see if we get a reply.â I looked up at the navigation display. It was about a light year and a half to the planet. That meant ten days to travel there. It also meant about ten minutes for a short space message to get through. Long range scans would only give us information on bodies of planetary size at this distance. We would have to be within a light day to detect something as small as a ship.
The twenty minutes for a message to make the round trip seamed to drag on into days. I received a shock when we actually received a reply.
âThis is Captain Furllow, of the UPS ship Sequoia. We have been stranded planet side after an altercation on board our ship. Itâs good to hear a friendly voice, Ticonderoga, is there any chance of a pickup, we have twenty crew members surface side.â
âPhonecall, fire up the wormhole generator, I need to talk to Captain Furllow and this wait will drive me nuts.â
âLink established, Sir, talk when ready.â
âCaptain Furllow, this is Captain Graves of the Ticonderoga. I am glad to hear you are alive and well. Can you give me a situation and status report?â
A moment later a distinguished looking gentlemen appeared on our main view screen. âYou have no idea how glad we are to hear from you. I am not really sure what happen. I turned my command over to my second in command at end of shift then my bridge crew and I retired to the lounge to relax for a bit. We were going to make planet fall the next morning. We had a couple of drinks and I suddenly got very tired. We woke up in an escape pod in mid planet fall. My ship and crew were not on sensors. It is my feeling we were drugged and abandoned.â
âI have reason to believe your second in command has taken control of your ship.â
âCaptain Graves, I need my ship back. My crew only had three hundred and fourteen days before our tour was over and we could head home.â
âWe are on our way to pick you up and we will discuss options at that time.â
After the communications was cut, I turned towards Mighty Mouse and Marijuana. âDo we have any information?â
âNothing out of the ordinary is showing up on scans,â my wife replied.
The waiting was driving me crazy. We were only a few hours away from the planet and still our scans had shown nothing. We had managed to verify the presence of the life pod on the planet. That was the only news we had received. We had maintained an open channel for Captain Furllow. His life pod did not have the communications upgrade.
I motioned to Phonecall to un-mute the channel, âTiconderoga to castaways.â
âThis is the castaways, Lieutenant Dotty speaking.â
âDotty, please let Captain Furllow know it is time to pack your bags, we will make planetfall in four hours.â
âI will tell him immediately, Sir.â
As I was getting ready to sign off there was a massive lurch throughout the ship. This was followed by the sound of an explosion. Reports started coming in from all around the ship. Our number three nacelle had taken a direct hit from a torpedo. We were now spinning out of control. As we came around I saw the Sequoia looming over us. She must have hidden behind the gas giant and attacked when we passed.
âTarget that ship and fire!â I barked out. We had come in with gunners in position. âShields on full! Helm, get us under control!â We had gone from rescue to fight for our lives in less than a second.
Our first volley of torpedoes caught the Sequoia broadside. I looked over to see Mighty Mouse plugging in her monitor wire. âMighty Mouse, wait until we establish communications.â She must have ignored me as I watched her slump forward against her console. âPhonecall, open a channel to the Sequoia and copy broadcasts to high command. Gunners, pound her shields until she signals her surrender.â
The ship that had attacked us was nearly twenty years older than ours. We had a good chance of crushing it completely. But I wanted the second in command and his wife alive. I also did not want to crush the ship if I could help it.
What happen next caught me completely by surprise. The impact of the torpedo on our opposite side rocked the ship. Our shields held but just barely. My tactical screen told the story. The Sequoia had three shuttles out and armed with torpedoes. The rigged launch tubes were slung under the craft. I watched a shuttle fire one of the torpedoes as Bumpy put us into a roll. I watched the screen as the torpedo skimmed along the bottom of my ship and headed straight for the Sequoia.
When my eye connected the path of the torpedo with its target I knew there was no other end. The torpedo went straight into the open shuttle bay of the Sequoia. The results were spectacular to say the least. The body of the craft was opened like a melon. How she remained intact enough to function at all was a miracle. She was no longer capable of any actions on her own.
My tactical station started barking maneuvers to deal with the shuttles. The fight had gone out of them. They were already signaling their surrender. Forty-five seconds into the fight and it was over.
Now, we had to clean up the mess. We had High Command and Captain Furllow both screaming for status reports. I watched on the screens as two of the shuttles started moving towards us and the third started to move away. My brain just managed to register the fact that something was wrong when my shipâs drives kicked in.
I spun to look at Mighty Mouseâs monitor. She had hijacked the computer and taken control of my ship. What was she doing? Then at the same time every monitor on the ship started flashing the words âHold onâ.
The snort drives suddenly powered to wide open. I could feel the ship protest as the drives were trying to rip her hull apart. Then my world turned inside out. The positions of the planets around us seemed to suddenly shift.
As I recovered my equilibrium, I looked up at the main screen. There was nothing but a wall of light back the way we had come from. I was watching the blast wave from a matter/anti-matter explosion. âTactical, Report! How long before that blast wave reaches the planet?â
âThirty-six minutes, Pig. I am also tracking the last of their shuttles. It is seven light seconds in front of the wave and running like its ass is on fire.â
âIts ass is on fire! Phone Call, send a sit rep and logs to High Command and open the channel to Captain Furllow. He has to lift off his people now. We have to scoop them up and run for our lives!â
âSir, they will achieve orbit in twenty-two minutes.â
I slapped my com panel and called out to engineering. âJazz Hands have the tow beams ready for an emergency grab. We are going to have one shot at this.â
âSir, this is Goodwrench. Jazz Hands is not available. We will have those beams ready.â
âWhere is Jazz Hands?â
âHe is in the generator room, Sir.â
âGet those beams ready.â
âYes, Sir.â
I closed the channel. If Jazz Hands has been nipping at the solvent again, I was going to strangle him. I fumed over that for a few minutes before I heard the report that the evac pods were lifting off from the surface of the planet. âBumpy, plot us an intercept course to the shuttle. Keep us in front of the blast wave. I want the occupants of that shuttle alive.â
The first of the evac pods reached orbit. I opened the channel to engineering again. âGet those pods on board as fast as possible.â
âYes, Sir.â
As I closed the channel I looked over at Mighty Mouse. She was still jacked into the console and out of body. I had no idea what she was doing but I hoped she knew.
As soon as the last pod was inside the shuttle bay, I gave the order. âBumpy, get us moving now!â
I watched the throttles pushed forward and there was a moment of hesitation from the engines. Then we were moving on course to intercept the shuttle. Why had the engines hesitated? They had never acted that way before. I opened the channel to engineering again. âWhat is going on down there?â
âSir, this is Goodwrench again. I need to report a casualty. Jazz Hands was in the core room when the engines engaged. I am registering no life signs.â
âWhat was he doing in the core room?â
âWhen the engines engaged at full power earlier without moving, it burned out the main transfer couplings. Jazz Hands was replacing them sir.â
My blood ran cold. I had lost one of my crew. I knew it would happen eventually but I was not ready to lose anyone. How can the captain of a ship ever be ready for that? âWhy wasnât I informed of the problem?â
âJazz Hands ordered us not to inform you. He knew it would take him ten minutes to climb out after the couplings were replaced. If we had waited we would have been there when the blast wave hit.â
I sat back as the ship moved to intercept the shuttle. My mind was recoiling at the thought of telling his wife. Then a voice cut through the fog in my head.
âCaptain Graves, I am pleased to meet you in person.â
I looked up to see Captain Furllow standing over me. I stood and took his hand. âI am glad we could be of assistance. Right now we are trying to catch that shuttle before the blast wave does. They are losing ground rapidly and are only a few seconds ahead of the wave.â
âCaptain, I want the people on that shuttle as much as you do, I would not risk my ship and crew for their capture. Let the blast have them.â
Behind us the planet was roasted as the wave swept over it. The atmosphere boiled away and every living thing on the surface experienced temperatures in excess of a million degrees. âThose people are the only mutineers still alive. Their mutiny cost you your ship and crew. It cost me a member of my crew I considered a friend and family. Now they have cost a planet its life. I will have them or I will die trying to bring them to justice.â The intensity in my eyes made him draw back.
Bumpy broke the tension with his announcement. âCaptain, we are pulling in front of the shuttle and will be in tow beam range in one minute.â
As soon as he finished speaking the ship seemed to lurch slightly and then the words âGo Now!â appeared on the main screen.
âBumpy, pour on the speed! Get us out of here as fast as you can!â
As the ship accelerated to maximum speed Mighty Mouse spoke from behind me. âCaptain, the prisoners are in the brig and Jazz Hands is in the medical lab.â
âThank you, Mighty Mouse.â I said, then as what she said sank in I turned to look at her. She was smiling.
âSorry, Captain, I did not have time to inform you. I teleported Jazz Hands out of the core room when the engines engaged. He has slight radiation burns and will need to be treated.â
âThank you.â I said softly, as it sank in that this young woman had saved the life of my crew and crew members several times during this encounter. I then turned to Captain Furllow. âCaptain, I believe we have some prisoners to interrogate. Would you care to join me?â
âI await the pleasure of this interview.â
A few minutes of time found a small group of us standing in front of the brig cell that contained the prisoners. It consisted of Captain Furllow, Mountain, Mighty Mouse, and myself. I looked into the cell to see William and Janet Kines sitting naked on the bench.
âCommander Kines, I am glad I get this chance to meet you. It seems we did not have a proper introduction when we first encountered each other. I am sure I do not have to inform you of the penalties attached to a charge of mutiny.â
William Kines looked up at me and smiled. âYou cannot make a charge of mutiny stick. I was acting under orders from high command.â
âIt seems your orders came through an unofficial channel. High command had no idea about your orders.â
âMy orders came straight from the mouth of Admiral Tigrat himself.â
âAdmiral Westland, did you get that last transmission?â
âYes, Captain Graves, several MPs and I heard it.â
âThen I guess this interview is over. Captain Furllow, would you and your wife care to join us for dinner?â
âIt would be an honor, Captain.â
Later we were all sitting around the Captainâs table in the dining area. âCaptain Furllow, what are your plans for now?â I asked as I we waited for our dinner to be brought.
âThat is an interesting question. I was looking forward to heading home. We only had a year left and then a long trip home. Now we either spend several years asleep in a short space pod or we stay as part of your crew and remain out here for fifteen more years. Captain, you will pardon me and my crew if we are a little down about this.â
âMighty Mouse, do you think you can do it?â
âYes, Sir, but we will have to have the couplings disconnected before I power up the engines.â
âCaptain Furllow, what would you say if I told you we could get you home very quickly?â
âWhat do you mean by quickly?â
âThat we will show you tomorrow.â
âThis is painful, my crew and I were going to be the first successful return from going deep. Now we get to return home in disgrace, just another failed mission.â
âYour mission did not fail, Captain, it was betrayed from within. I am sure High Command will take that into account on your return.â
I was sitting at my desk in our quarters. Mighty Mouse and I had a plan. Now we just had to clear it with Admiral Westland.
âCaptain, this is Nightwatch, your scrambled call to the admiral has gone through.â
âTransfer it to my quarters please.â It only took a second for the call to connect to my desktop monitor. âAdmiral, I am aware it is highly unusual for us to place a call directly to you at your home. I need to explain what we are going to try tomorrow.â After a lengthy conversation the Admiral agreed that it was the best solution. The twenty extra people would put too large a strain on my ships supplies. We had to get them home.
After the communications was terminated I moved over and put my arms around my wife. âBaby, I love you.â I said softly and felt her melt against my chest.
âI love you too, Phillip. Take me to bed.â
âWith all my heart.â I said as I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to our bed. I laid her gently in the bed and began to caress her through the silk nighty she wore. Her skin felt so smooth under my hands. I could hear the light sighs and moans that escaped her as she enjoyed my touch. I began to untie the bows that held her gown closed. With each small spreading of the silk I kissed the skin it revealed.
I could feel the heat of her skin rise as her passion began to burn. The aroma of her arousal began to fill my senses. I slid her nighty apart after untying the last bow. Then I caressed my hands down the skin of her sides and stomach. The light moan of passion that came from her built me higher. I began to kiss and lick her from head to foot. Every touch of my tongue would elicit a new sound of pleasure from her. In the weeks since we had admitted our love for each other our passion had grown. We were like newlyweds on our honeymoon. Every night we made love. That is what it was between us now. We both sought other companions for stress relief, but together we made love.
As my kisses and caresses intensified, she entwined her hands in my hair. I could feel her guiding me to what she wanted. I ran my tongue lightly along the lips of her pussy and listened to the inrush of breath into her lungs. No matter how hard she pulled my head towards her all I would give were fairy light touches and licks. I lifted her legs upward allowing me full access to her treasures. Then when her moans started turning into frustration I licked from her puckered rosebud to her clit.
âOh God, Phillip!â She moaned out as she began to shudder and quake. Her nectar came to me in a flowing stream of sweetness. Her taste was like the purest ambrosia. I sucked her clit into my mouth and nipped at it lightly. Her small orgasm skyrocketed into the clouds. Her moans became cries of passion. When she started to relax I pushed my tongue deeply into her entrance and curled it upward. Several flicks of my tongue started her up that hill again. Soon she was moaning out my name and begging me to push her over. When I heard these pleas, I pushed my tongue deeply into her ass and she once again fell over into bliss. I rode the waves of her climax until she was starting to slow down then I pinched her clit between my fingers and stroked it with my middle finger. I could feel her start to stiffen again. When the rush came on her again, I pushed my tongue into her entrance and a finger into her rosebud. She went over into a cataclysmic climax. Her legs tried to clamp onto my head as she began to buck and try to get me off of her sensitive pussy. I held on and forced her to keep orgasming. She began to plead for me to release her. I began to stroke my finger in and out of her ass, as I worked her clit with my fingers and her pussy with my tongue. Within seconds she was pulling my hair and crying out. Then with a force of will strong enough to move mountains she spread her legs and grasped my ears. She knew I could not stay locked while she pulled on them. I gave up my feast as she pulled me up her body. We locked into a kiss full of passion and power.
I was in the perfect position. I felt her sudden exhalation of breath into my lungs as I thrust fully into her. Then she pulled her head back and moaned out her pleasure. My thrusts became urgent as I pushed her again into orgasm. I could feel her nectar running over me as she rode the tidal wave of our love making. Our passion had us kissing and thundering towards our conclusion. She pulled back from my kisses, then began to cry out, âCum with me, Phillip! Give me your essence! Give me your passion!â I began to tense and my thrusts became erratic. We both were moaning out as we approached our climaxes. Then with one final thrust I buried my cock as deeply into her as I could. My cum flowed into her in spurts and waves as she cried out her orgasm.
In the afterglow of our lovemaking we snuggled and kissed. It felt so wonderful to be in her arms and to have hers around me. Somehow it made the place we were in so much more bearable. We talked through our days and relaxed. Then when we were both ready and cleaned up a little I walked over to the communications panel. After thumbing it to life I called the Med Lab. âMelons, is there any change in Jazz Handâs condition?â
âNo, Sir, he will finish radiation decontamination at zero-eight-twenty-three tomorrow.â
âContact me if there is any change.â I then switched the channel to Mighty Mouseâs room. âIt is clear for entrance.â
âThank you, Sir.â
I had barely climbed back in the bed when Mighty Mouse entered our room in her pajamas. She climbed in the bed between us and we all wrapped our arms around each other. Just before I drifted off to sleep I heard my little mouse whisper. âGood night, Dad. Good night, Mom.â
We both mumbled, âGood night, sweetheart.â
âAdmiral Westland, it is good to see you this morning. I see you have the command admiralty with you. May I speak freely?â
âWe are the only people in the room. Speak freely.â
âWhat we are about to attempt must remain a secret among the admiralty right now. I am sure they understand the reason for it. Captain Furllow has volunteered to be or first subject. He refuses to risk any other member of his crew. M.D. Roberts has successfully short range teleported our entire ship on two occasions. This will be the first time she has tried a person through the wormhole link.â
âHow sure is she that it will work?â
As admiral Westland spoke I heard the engines wind up. Then Captain Furllow disappeared from my office. It seemed like forever that we waited. Those two ticks of the old clock on the wall sounded like Thorâs hammer in my ears. Then just as suddenly the good captain was standing next to Admiral Westland. Everyone spoke at once. âPlease, one question at a time.â
âDo you realize just what this could mean for our exploration efforts?â Admiral Westland asked softly as the others just stared at me through the view screen.
âI am well aware of what this can mean. It will now be possible to re-crew ships in deep space as well as give them supplies. The problem I have is that a certain Admiral has a grudge against me personally. This same admiral is in charge of the effort to build a psychic transport station. If he finds out that he can send people through, he could well send a boarding party directly to my ship. I wish the admiraltyâs permission to blackmail him.â As I spoke the remaining crew members of the Sequoia began to disappear from the office and reappear one hundred and twenty six light years away in the command building.
âWhat do you mean âBlackmailâ him?â
âThe two leaders of the mutiny aboard the Sequoia that survived and were captured are his oldest daughter and her husband. Under our current command and law system I am autonomous while deep. That means I am the law onboard my ship. These two people are guilty of treason and mutiny. Those crimes carry some pretty stiff penalties. I will offer to suspend these penalties for his early retirement.â
âIf we give you permission to do this we can have no knowledge of it.â
âThen we have an understanding. I will ask to speak to him alone. At the end of that conversation I will expect him to turn in his resignation letter.â
âWe have not agreed to this. We need to know why we would want him to retire.â
âI will forward the logs from the Sequoiaâs computer and some other communications between myself and the admiral. We can reconvene in two hours when you have had time to review the logs. If Admiral Tigrat is with you I will know your answer.â
The logs were sent and we closed the channel. After it was closed I contacted security and had them bring the prisoners to my bridge office. It only took a few minutes for them to be brought. Both were wearing shackle restraints. I watched as they were brought into the office and sat on the couch. I had them placed there so that they would be fully visible to the view screen. âAre you two both aware of the severity of the crimes you are guilty of?â
âAs I said before, you cannot convict us of anything. We were acting under the orders of an admiral from High Command.â William Kines said with more than a little bit of arrogance in his voice.
âYou seem to have forgotten something. We are deep, I am captain of this vessel, and therefore I am the law. I have more than enough evidence to have you both executed. Now all I need to do is decide the method of your punishment.â I watched as the fear suddenly set into Janetâs eyes. âI believe I will have Commander Kines executed via explosive decompression. Then as for Lieutenant Commander Kines, I will have her stripped of rank and used as a sex slave aboard the ship until we tire of her. Then I will use the matter recyclers reduce her to energy for our use.â
William tried to jump up from his seat on the couch. Before he could get fully to his feet, Mountain triggered his restraints. I watched as he fell and writhed on the floor as electricity arced along his body. When the device finished discharging I looked at Mountain. âPlease place him back on the couch.â
Mountain roughly jerked him up off of the floor and pushed him back down onto the couch. I walked over and stood in front of them. âYou abandoned the captain of your vessel on a planet with no hope of rescue. You attacked my ship without establishing communications or announcing any charges I was to be brought under. You also nearly cost a member of my crew his life. Give me one reason why I should be soft on you in any way?â
Janet was in tears. âPlease, canât you just put us in a short space pod, and send us back to Earth?â
âI would be better off abandoning you on a random planet with no communications! You almost killed a member of my crew! I should have you both thrown in the core room and the engines brought to power slowly! You expect mercy from me?â I stormed out of my office leaving the two of them there to think about what was going to happen. I had a crew member to be there for. Mountain and Everest would keep them in line.
My feet soon had me standing in front of the sickbay. Mighty Mouse had followed me and was only a step behind me. âPig, you wouldnât really do that to them, would you?â
âNo, I wouldnât do that to them, but they have to be afraid if this is going to work. You have a bad habit of eavesdropping.â
âI canât help it. I can hear everyone on the shipâs thoughts all the time.â
I turned to look at her slowly. âCan you hear what the prisoners are thinking?â
âYes, she is terrified and he is trying to plan how to kill you and escape.â
âWhat I am about to ask is very important. Can you talk to us with your mind?â
âI have never tried.â
âTry it with Mountain. Warn him about William.â She nodded and seemed to lose focus for a moment. Then she looked at me.
âI startled him a bit, but he knows now.â
âThank you.â I turned and we went into the Med Lab to find Melons and Jazz Hands. As I approached his bedside he looked up at me.
âCaptain, how did I get here? I expected to wake up in the last great unknown.â
âYou had a guardian angel looking out for you. She yanked you out at the last instant.â
âHow did she even know what I was doing? I gave all the engineering crew orders to keep you clueless until it was over.â
âYou donât want to know, and if you ever give that order again I am going to give you extra duties.â
âYes, Sir.â
âFor this infraction I am giving you three days off. You saved the ship, now go get some rest. When you get back your first duty is to redesign the main couplings. I want to be able to disengage them by remote from the bridge. We also need to be able to fire up the backup generators and leave them uncoupled. I want Mighty Mouse to have all the power she needs at command.â
âYes, sir.â
âGood, now as soon as the doctor releases you, you are to take a three day vacation with your wife. Yes she gets to share in your punishment.â
âYes, sir, and thank you.â
âI am not the one you should be thanking.â
Jazz Hands turned to look at Mighty Mouse. âThank you, I am truly grateful.â
âYou are more than welcome.â
I was sitting in my office again. William was lying on the floor with fresh bruises just starting to show. Mountain had reported that he had tried to attack them. I figured the bruises would look good for my little act. Then the call came in.
âCaptain, the admiralty is on channel and waiting.â
âThank you, Phone Call, please forward it to my office.â I waited the few seconds it took for the screen to become active. I almost jumped for joy when I say Admiral Tigrat among them. âGood Morning, Sirs. I have asked for this conference to inform you of my decision regarding the charges of Mutiny and High Treason against William and Janet Kines.â I watched as Admiral Tigrat paled in the background. âIt is my decision that William is to be executed in one hour in the method of explosive decompression. Janet will serve an indeterminate sentence as sex slave aboard this ship until we tire of her. Then she will be executed by total energy conversion.â
âYou canât!â Admiral Tigrat started to say but was cut off by Admiral Westland.
âI am afraid he can. He has autonomous power while deep. It is his right and power to uphold the laws as he sees fit. I assume you have evidence to support the charges?â
âYes, Sir, I have the logs from the Sequoia. They detail the contact between these two and one of the admiralty staff. They also detail the events of the mutiny and our own logs detail the events of the attack on this ship.â
âWe will expect a full report with your weekly check in.â
âIt will be forwarded, Sir.â
âIt is customary for the condemned to get a last visitation with family. May we ask this mercy from you?â
âI would not consider myself a captain if I was cruel about this sentence. Might I suggest you step out of the room so that Admiral Tigrat can say goodbye to he oldest daughter and her husband?â I watched as the admiralty stepped out of the room leaving Admiral Tigrat at my mercy. Once they were clear of the room I spoke openly. âIt seems, Admiral Tigrat, that you have misjudged me and my crew and now your daughter and son-in-law are going to pay the price.â
âPlease, Phillip?â
âPlease what? Please spare them from your attack? Please spare them from the crimes they committed in your name? Why would I do that?â
âPhillipâŠâ
âI am Captain Graves to you. You have no right to call me by my first name.â
I watched as he seemed to swallow and nearly choke on the words. âCaptain Graves, please put them in a pod and send them home to me.â
âWhat do I get out of that? Then you will just contact some other loyal clown and send them after me. I am tired of watching over my shoulder for your traps. As long as your daughter is on my ship we will be safe from your attacks. Besides, I have not had the pleasure of this daughter. I am sure she will be a most attentive slave. Imagine those lips wrapped around myâŠâ
âPlease, I will do anything.â
My mind jumped in elation. I had found his weakness. His family was his Achilles heel. âSo if I return your family to you then you will tender your resignation? I want to see you resign in disgrace.â
âI⊠IâŠ.â
âMountain please escort Mister Kines to airlock one. Everest please take Missus Kines down to the lounge and outfit her with her collar.â
âWait! I will do it.â
âSit down and type up the letter of resignation, now. Hold it up to the screen, when you are done, so I can read it. If it leaves the camera view after I have read it, I will terminate the call and proceed with the punishment.â I watched as he typed up his letter. In my mind I was dancing. I had Tigrat over a barrel. If he refused he would lose his family forever. I would let his daughter contact them and tell them he refused her safety for his career. If he did it his career was over.
The Admiral finished his letter in only a few minutes then held it up to the screen. I read through it and found it all in order. Then I invited him to ask the other admirals to return to the room. âOh and, Admiral, you might want to note that the recording station is off. So any claim of duress for your resignation will have no support.â
I watched the admiral growl as he called out to the others. Within seconds they were standing in front of the view screen again. âIt seems that Admiral Tigrat has offered his resignation to spare the lives of his Daughter and Son-in-law. I have graciously accepted. I am afraid Admiral Tigrat I will have to forgo my promise of being there at your retirement party.â
It was Admiral coffee that spoke first. âYou do realize Admiral Tigrat that if we accept this it is irrevocable. You also will only retire on half pension.â
âYes, Robert, I understand. I would do anything to ensure my familyâs lives.â
I interrupted the talk at the far end. âMay I make a request?â
âCertainly, Captain, What is your request?â
âI would like to have the admiralâs resignation refused, and he allowed to retire in the normal course of time with full pension. I do not believe his family should be made to suffer.â
All of the admirals looked at me in surprise.
âMaybe I should explain. I feel I owe my present position to the trust the admiral showed in me when he promoted me and gave me the command of this ship. As such I feel the admiral should be forgiven for any part in this and allowed to continue his duties. It is my understanding that the Liskian home world is in need of an ambassadorial presence. It is my belief that he will fit that position admirably.â
I waited as they all absorbed what I had said. Then Admiral Tigrat spoke softly. âWhy?â
âAdmiral, I am not a vengeful man. I just want you to let me do my job and explore. We had an agreement at one time. Please allow me to die my bloody death at my own hand.â
I looked upward and called out. âMighty Mouse, send them home.â Within seconds the engines had wound up and the two prisoners disappeared. I then turned to the view screen again. âAdmiral, I and my crew are in enough danger out here. Let us face it. I cannot speak for Captain Furllow, he may well still wish to press charges for the loss of his ship and crew.â As I spoke the two people appeared among the admiralty.
Admiral Tigrat looked at me through the view screen. âCaptain Graves, I believe we have an understanding.â He then turned to the other admirals. âI would accept the post as Liskian embassador, if it is offered.â
After Mountain and Everest had left my office, Mighty Mouse entered. âMay I ask a question about why you did not press your advantage on the Admiral?â
âYou can ask.â I said with a small smirk. She stood there waiting for my answer then she started to giggle.
âWhy didnât you press your advantage? You had him nailed to the wall and he knew it.â
âIf I had pressed it he could have called duress. Even without logs for evidence the facts would have been compelling. There is an aspect of this though you are forgetting.â
âI understand that Captain Furllow may press the issue.â
âYou went through the crew roster. Who is Captain Furllowâs father.â
âHe is the current president of the United Planets.â
âWhat exactly do you think is going to happen to Admiral Tigrat when the president gets word that the admiral tried to have his son abandoned on a planet?â
âOh my!â
âExactly, I do not believe that the Admiral is going to be an ambassador. It is a lot more likely he is going to be In charge of garbage disposal or sewage system maintenance.â I said as I headed for the door to my office.
I walked onto the bridge. âBumpy, what is our next target of opportunity?â
âThere is a habitable world around a star four light years away.â
âPoint and click, Bumpy.â
âYes. Sir.â
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A young fast food worker is seduced by his dream girl, a robot coworker.
A path is chosen. A girl is rescued. The Re-edit.
A man is always more than he thinks he is.
This story has a lot of build-up and only one erotic scene during the last half, and if it is well received I will write sequels. Keep moving if you’re looking for a quick orgasm. For those who like Star Trek, I’m sure you’ll love this.
Jeannette picks her first person
A couple recap their favourite love making sessions
The continuaton of the sotry of my teacher,myself and our little affair
Experimentation Volume 3
Happiness filled my life in a way it never had before. No one had ever thought to treat me the way Mistress did every day. I was her slave; she owned me, yet Mistress often brought me breakfast in bed! She continued with my reading lessons, and I continued with her sex lessons. It was probably a result of the circumstances, but for the first time in my life, I realized that I was falling in love. Love was something that Iâd never known, and I didnât really know how to respond to it. The strange thing was that the situation was mutual; Mistress began to fall for me, and she didnât really know what to do about it either. Mistress began to give me an allowance, in the fashion parents did with their offspring. I got fifty dollars a week, in cash; fifty dollars that I could spend on little luxuries for myself.
When Mistress took me home, on the first day, she told me that there was one wardrobe in the bedroom that was out of bounds for me. I wondered what was in it; in fact I was desperately curious to find out its contents, but I left it alone. It was two months until Mistress gave me permission to open the wardrobe, and I was quite surprised to see the contents. They werenât exactly things a young lady was expected to keep in her bedroom. That wardrobe contained almost two dozen swords from around the world. I was immediately fascinated with the collection, and asked Mistress to teach me all about swords, and the cultures that created them.
After almost four months of mutual sexual pleasure with Mistressâ, it was my thirty-third birthday, and on the morning of that day, Mistress gave me the first birthday card Iâd ever received. The wording from Mistress was, âFor my Princess; my companion and my friend. All my love, Mistress.â Inside the card was a smaller envelope with no markings. I opened the envelope to find hundred dollar bills; ten of them, and I found myself speechless. No one had ever given me a noticeable amount of money before, and told me I spend it on whatever I liked. My first thought was to save my present and hope that Mistress gave me many more such presents. That way, I was sure I would be able to buy my sisterâs freedom. Perhaps I could even buy my own eventually. Of course, being a slave meant that I couldnât have a bank account to save the money in, so I asked Mistress if she would open an account for me, so that I could save my money easily. Naturally, she agreed, and I got my savings account in Mistressâ name. Then, whatever out of my allowance I didnât spend, I saved for the future.
My first problem, of course, was that I had to find my sister. I didnât know where she was, so I was obviously going to have considerable work ahead of me. However, she was my sister, and I wanted to help her.
My first thought was to ask my parents if they knew where my sister was. If I was lucky, she would still be where they were, and hopefully would stay there until I could save up enough money and try to convince her owner to sell her to Mistress. Again, being a slave meant that I could not have property, but if I gave Mistress the money, she could buy my sister, and free her for me. I would pay every dollar of her asking price, and more, if Mistress would do what I wanted. I knew that my father was able to read and write, so I typed a letter on Mistressâ computer, bought a book of stamps the next time Mistress asked me to go shopping, and sent it to my father, along with a supply of envelopes, paper, stamps and pens; just hoping heâd get the package. My luck was in, and my father received it. He replied to me, in considerable surprise at my literacy, and gave me some bad news. My sister had been sold a couple of years earlier, but he could give me the address of her owner, and he confirmed that she also could read and write, so would be able to reply to any letters she received, if she received them.
When I got the reply from my father, Mistress handed me the envelope with a smile on her face. âNever had post before, Princess?â she asked. I almost took Mistressâ fingers off, when I snatched the envelope from her hand and ripped it open. It was a fabulous feeling, reading my first ever letter, although the feeling didnât last when I read the news it contained. It was clear to Mistress that I was upset, so she put an arm around my waist, and kissed me. âNeed a new letter pack then, Princess?â she asked.
âYes Mistress; I just hope sheâll be able to answer,â I replied.
Mistress supplied me with my pack of stationary and stamps and I wrote to my sister. She was every bit as surprised as my father at my newfound ability to write. She was an administrator, which required her to be literate, and she asked me what I did for my owner. What did I tell her? I asked Mistress for her opinion and she said that I should describe myself as a âdomestic.â All of what I did for Mistress would be classified as âdomesticâ work, in as much as it was done inside her apartment. As long as my sister remained in her position, she was safe, and I could be content with knowing that, until the time arrived that I could try to free her from her life of slavery.
She and I traded letters intensively for months, and I kept her well supplied with letter writing materials, at Mistressâ expense. In that time, Christmas came and went, and the contents of my savings account tripled to more than three thousand dollars, and my bra increased by one cup size. I took Mistress by surprise by giving her a Christmas present bought from my allowance. I told my sister the story of my first trip to the fetish store with Mistress, and included the story of our second visit.
That was every bit as entertaining as the first time, and I could even read the writing on the products. Mistress had decided that she required a larger dildo for me to make love to her with. I knew we were going shopping, the way we usually did, but she didnât have to tell me where we were going. The spiked collar around Mistressâ neck indicated that we were going to the fetish shop, and that I was again going to have to pretend to be Mistressâ owner.
As instructed by Mistress, I clipped on her leash just after we got out of the car, and I led her by it into the store. The response was much as predicted. âHey, look whoâs come back. Itâs the lucky bitch with the fantastic bit of pussy! Are your tits bigger than the last time you were here?â
âYes, Iâve been under the knife.â
âThought so. You broke the little bit of pussy in properly, after you took her home, last time?â
âGiven the price I paid for her, youâre damn straight I did! Sheâs a wonderful fuck, with such a lovely tight pussy. There are times I wonder how it might feel to be a man, and whenever Iâd got my double-ended rubber prick buried clit-deep in her pussy, I do think like that. What would it feel like to be able to spunk in her cunt daily, I wonder? With tits like those to squeeze, I fuck her several times a day when I have the energy!â I had to laugh dirtily, like a letch, as I spoke; it was expected of me.
You gonna tell me what you paid for her, yet?â
âDue to favourable circumstances, I got her for the bargain price of thirty five grand!â I replied; even managing to sound as if I was gloating over my purchase. I suppose that if I had been in that position, I may well have gloated over what Iâd gotten, at the price I supposedly got it for.
âThirty five? Lucky cow! How did you achieve that feat?â I could sense the jealousy in her voice, and I was sure I could see it all over her face.
I pulled Mistress closer to me, and put my arms around her waist. âSheâd been bought as a gift to her previous ownerâs son, but for reasons unknown, he was still unable to get his prick solid enough to stick it in her. She was kept intact until he was going to be capable of fucking his present; he never got the chance. Financial trouble hit the family, and they needed money, fast. Coincidentally, I happened to hear about their troubles, and remembered the girl theyâd bought for their son for when he overcame his limp prick problem, and made an offer for her. They needed a quick sale, and thirty five thousand in cash, was sufficient incentive for me to take ownership. I realize how lucky I was to get her so cheap, and I intend to take maximum advantage of that as often as I can.â
âIâd ask if you were willing to sell her to me, but in your place, I wouldnât let that go any time soon either.â
âNot a chance, and you know it!â
âI can dream, canât I?â She produced a business card, which she handed me, âIn case you change your mind, or, however unlikely it is, eventually get bored with Miss. Tits, there. Iâll pay top dollar for her in either of those situations.â
I took the card, but I knew it wasnât relevant; after all, I couldnât sell what I didnât own. Even if did own Mistress, I could never have sold her to the sort of pervert that room was full of; they wouldnât have treated her the way I would have, and the way I already did. She treated me better than most, if not all, of the women in that room would have treated her. Some men didnât treat their wives as well as Mistress treated her obedient, horny, blonde sex slave.
(For example, there was the time Iâd come down with food poisoning. At the time, we didnât know the cause of the condition, but I was ill; very much so. Mistress summoned a doctor to attend to me, and with the experiences Iâd had, that was something I had not been expecting. No other owner had summoned a doctor for me, or for any other slave Iâd ever known, yet Mistress didnât bat an eyelid at the expense of the doctor, or the hospital visit she recommended. Mistress took me to A & E, and paid my bills. She even got all combative with the doctors who didnât originally want to treat me because I had no medical history. It was beautifully done, and in a way I wouldnât have dreamt of. Mistress told them that they had a responsibility to treat any sick person with the money to pay, and seeing as Mistress could pay for my treatment, they were obliged to treat me. She also threatened to sue the asses off them all if I didnât survive the treatment. I was an expensive piece of property and she wanted me back in first class condition, âor fucking else!â Mistress also commented that at home, she never restrained me, and if I complained about being chained up, or otherwise mistreated, thereâd be absolute bloody hell to pay! She left me in hospital for three days, visiting twice a day on each of them, with flowers, chocolates and kisses. The bill for my treatment was half as much as my purchase price, yet Mistress paid it without hesitation because I was worth it! âItâs only money,â Mistress commented, when she signed the forms.)
During that visit, I was asked how I got such fine service from my girl. At first, no one there would believe that Iâd never had to beat Mistress. I explained it very simply. âWhen I got her, sheâd seen other slaves facing their punishments for infractions, and she knew what she could expect if she misbehaved. She didnât misbehave, and at the end of the first week, I rewarded her with a shopping trip. That was before you first saw her, and before I first fucked her. I mastered treating a beautiful young woman, as what she was, and not mistreating her. I trained this one, with the carrot, rather than the stick, and it works. I get what I want, and I treat her like a lover! I give her fine clothes, and good food; and I make love her, making the experience as enjoyable for her as it is for me. And that, my new friends, is the way to get such service from a slave; it gives her an incentive to do what you want her to do. Give her treats and presents, and lots and lots of orgasms. She drives, too; sheâs my chauffeur!â
******
When my reading and writing skills had reached high school standards, and after year and a bit, Mistress handed me an A4 envelope with the instruction to fill in the forms it contained. It was my application for a driving license. Everyone knew that slaves didnât get to drive cars; it would just make it easier for them to escape from their owners. However, it wasnât illegal to teach a slave to drive; it was just assumed that no owner would ever bother. I hadnât expected that I would learn that skill either.
It took me a while, but I actually learned to drive, and was added to Mistressâ insurance policy. I had trouble with the local police on a couple of occasions, but Mistress got me out of trouble, and then, to avoid that sort of trouble, she bought me my own car. I got the car delivered on Mistressâ and my second anniversary. It had my name on its registration document. Mistressâ lawyer found a loophole in the property law, in that in the case of cars, the registered keeper isnât necessarily the legal owner, which was why we got away with it. I knew nothing about the car until it got delivered, and I was asked to put my signature on the paperwork to confirm that it was mine. When Mistress told me that my car had arrived, I was stunned. When I saw it, I was even more stunned! Iâd expected a little family compact, and when I laid eyes on a mint condition nineteen fifty seven Cadillac Eldorado convertible; all gleaming black pain, fins and chrome, I didnât know what to do, or what to say. I didnât even move to catch the keys, as Mistress threw them to me. She had to pick the keys up, put them in my right hand and wrap my fingers around them, before I seemed able to keep hold of them. Even then, I didnât make any move towards the car until Mistress stood behind me and began to literally push me towards it. I saw the irony though; Mistress had given a five thousand dollar slave a car worth ten times her value; maybe more! I didnât ask Mistress what she paid for the car; I just promised her that that I would be careful when I drove it.
When I finally got in the car, and Mistress had encouraged me to go out and burn some rubber, she also opened her purse and put her hand in it. I was surprised when she handed me a tazer and said, âJust in case some cunt tries to steal your nice new car.â Being a slave, I wasnât allowed a gun, but the old laws had been written before the invention of the current generation of non-lethal defensive weapons, and the majority of them werenât on the list of prohibited weapons for a slave. For example, Mace was a prohibited weapon for a slave, so Mistress gave me a can of corrosive oven cleaner instead. Nastier than Mace it might have been, but it was a domestic item, and therefore not illegal for a slave to have in her purse. Mistressâ lawyer eventually found a loophole in the law which allowed me to have a gun on my person, and not get arrested, and put to death for it. Laughable though it sounds to everyone, including myself and Mistress, I am legally Mistressâ personal bodyguard! We both know that a medal winning kick-boxing champion such as Mistress, would very easily, and very quickly kick seven shades of shit out of yours truly in a fair fight, but that single piece of paper showing me to be a licensed bodyguard, permits me to legally carry even a fully automatic firearm in a public place; just like Mistress.
******
After three years of service to Mistress, Iâd almost forgotten that sheâd bought me from my previous owner, for cash, and took me home, rather than met me in a gay club, charmed me, and made me want to go home with her at the end of the night for the obvious reason. I like to think that in that situation, I would have gone home with Mistress from that club.
In those three years I had been able to save almost eight thousand dollars towards my goal of freeing my sister from her bondage. I knew that a trained administrator wouldnât be cheap to buy, and that the paltry eight thousand I had saved up, was going to be nowhere near enough. Iâd need three or four times what I had, but figured that I had plenty of time to save up, because I didnât see it likely that my sisterâs owner would sell her any time soon, if she was any good at what she did.
In those three years, I had taught Mistress to make love like an old fashion courtesan, and she became very good at it. I think that over the same period, my own pleasure skills improved, too. At least Mistress thought that they did! It was on our third anniversary that Mistress gave me her third, and final, cherry. Iâd thought that her pussy was tight, but when I first tried to push the smaller of our double-ended pricks up her ass, I realized that it was even tighter.
Mistress offered me her ass, and instructed me to fuck it. I had always given Mistress anything she wanted; in or out of the bedroom, and what she had just asked for would be no exception, but it would be different. While Mistress would get what she wanted, it would not be the way she wanted; well, not the first time anyway. Even the smallest of our toys would be too big for an orifice so tight. She got on all fours, sticking her ass in the air, and repeated the demand for what she wanted.
I settled down, off to one side of Mistressâ thighs, caressing, stroking and cupping those lovely firm young buttocks in my hands, while making sure that Mistress could hear my voice quietly. As my fingers explored the crevice in between her buttocks, she lifted her hips up off the bed, and I quickly pushed all six of our pillows underneath her belly to support her shapely body. As I lowered my head and began to run my tongue over her buttocks, she responded by reaching around with her hands and parting them to make it easier for me.
Mistress had the most delectable little asshole imaginable, and I couldnât resist the urge to kiss it. Nor could I resist the urge to rim that lovely little anus, while slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy at the same time.
When I did that, she let out a little, low groan, of pure pleasure, and that just encouraged me to go a little further. I put my mouth to that tight ring and started to probe it with my tongue. After a couple of minutes, I reached into the drawer in the bedside cabinet, for my tube of KY and for the only item in my little collection of toys that I used on my own asshole on rare occasions back in Marseilles.
I applied the lubricant to her ring, smiling in pleasure at the low moan that the sensation elicited. She cried out as my fingertip slipped into her rear entrance, and she gave little gasps as I moved that finger around, probing and stretching her ringpiece, quickly adding a second finger, and then a third. Once the third finger was sliding in and out without a problem, it was time to go a step further. I lifted our one and only anal dildo from where I had put it on the pillow next to Mistressâ head, and very gently, I eased the tip of it into her asshole.
Mistress moaned as I moved the dildo in and out of her rectum, clearly enjoying what I was doing. I started to move it faster, in and out, and she thrust her hips up in time to my thrusts. After a while I stopped using the anal dildo, pulled it out of Mistressâ ass, and reached back into the bedside drawer for a conventional, vaginal, vibrator. I squeezed lube onto that, rubbed it in, and switched it on, before seeing if it would fit up Mistressâ ass. I didnât force it in; I didnât dare try to do that. It had to go in without too much pressure.
As I was gently trying to insert the large vibrator into Mistressâ tight little asshole, I asked her to, âTry and relax your little botty Mistress; this is quite large, but Iâll be gentle, I promise I will.â
âIâll try,â she whispered back, and slowly the vibrator disappeared into her bum. Mistress groaned loudly as I started to push the vibrator up her adorable little bum. I began pushing it in harder, and she started gasping and panting, fingering her pussy as I did so. Mistress moved in time with my thrusts, pushing backwards and upwards with her pelvis, as I pushed down with the big vibrator, moaning, as the obscenely large piece of vibrating plastic disappeared within her slender little body, and the sight was just so beautiful.
I could tell that Mistress was just about ready to climax as I reached underneath her, pushing her hand away from her pussy, to tickle her clit. The resulting climax was just wonderful to behold. Iâd heard her squeal in orgasm before, but that time, she simply screamed, as the climax overtook her, and seemed to go on for an inordinate amount of time.
Gasping for breath, those lovely tits still heaving, she rolled over to look up at me, face flushed red with her exertions, and looked up into my eyes. She said just three words to me, âFucking wonderful babe,â and those simple words made my entire day. Mistress took me by surprise, yet again that night, by pointing at the double-ender we normally used and saying, âUse that on me next time, Princess, that way youâll get some pleasure as well.â
âWhenâs ânext timeâ,â I asked, hoping it wouldnât be too long; the next night perhaps, or at least that same week.
âRight about now, babes,â was the answer, before Mistress rolled back over and positioned herself on all fours, pointing that delectable little bottom right at me; both of her holes still glistening with different types of lubricant. What could a woman do at a moment like that, except what her Mistress asked?
I knelt there for a few seconds, just looking at her bottom, before she began to get impatient. She took me by surprise by turning very serious and looking right into my eyes. âPrincessâ, she said, in her most stern voice, âwhen I tell you to vigorously nail me up the ass like a proper little cheap whore, I donât mean kneel there and drool like a baby at the prospect. You and I both know that youâve wanted to bugger me witless since the first time you pushed a large piece of latex rubber up my pussy, and now is your chance. I mean, grab the dildo and do what I demand; and I am demanding to be buggered witless.
Iâve done it to you so many times, and Iâll admit that I enjoy buggering you, so tonight, Iâll take it the same way if youâd like me to. Youâve earned it so many times over by now, and itâs overdue that I repay the pleasure. How could I love you so much, and not give you the odd little thing that I know would make you so happy? You will be gentle with me though, wonât you?â Despite the words, it wasnât a question! I had wanted to do my Mistress in the ass, for a considerable while, but I hadnât realized just how transparent I was with my wants. I hadnât mentioned it to Mistress, and never would have, but once the offer was made, I was going to take it.
âIâll be as gentle as you like, Mistress, I swear I will be. You already know that I will, or you wouldnât have offered me this gorgeous little peach.â
âIn that case my big Princess, nowâs your one chance to convert me to your way of thinking; on the all-important subject of ass fucking, anyway. I feel brave enough to let you shove your rubber cock up mine, tonight; the way youâve wanted to do for a while; but if you donât do it now, you may not get another chance. If I donât get my pleasure now, I may not find the nerve to ask again, and youâll have blown your chance.â She changed her position ever so slightly, pointed at her bum with one finger and said, âAss⊠fuck⊠right nowâŠyou beautiful, dirty blonde cow!â
I grabbed our double-ended dildo and said, âYes Mistress, whatever you demand!â
I did what she demanded of me, and I was still a little nervous as I knelt behind her and placed the tip of the double-ender at her rectum before very slowly, and very gently, pushing it in, all the way to where my pubes would have been, as Mistress encouraged me. âThatâs it Princess, shove it in nice and deep. Bugger your randy little Mistress rigid, the way youâve been dreaming about since the first day you pulled my knickers down to my ankles and I watched as I stepped out of them. I can take it all the way, just like you can.â
The feeling of pushing the double-ender up Mistressâ ass was wonderful; her ass was even tighter than her pussy, and when I had the toy as deep as it would go, and was pressing the front of my thighs against the back of her own, I held still, and reached forward to gently cup Mistressâ big tits in both of my hands. Then I asked her if she felt ok with what was happening. She nodded, and said, âContinue with the big rubber cock, Princess, and make me squeal!â
Following the very clear instruction I had received, I began working the dildo back and forth slowly, in short thrusts, and gradually extending the length of the thrusts, while keeping them soft and gentle. I knew, right from the start, that Mistress was enjoying anal sex, and I was quite proud of myself for giving the woman I loved the pleasure she wanted. I was gentle with her, as I should be; only becoming vigorous when asked to be, or more accurately when it was demanded of me that I be more vigorous, and that I thrust a little harder. That was the moment when I realized just how tight Mistressâ asshole really was. I donât suppose that my own was any less tight, the first time I got fucked up it, but my memory of that instance was of the pain I endured from it, and the way I cried and begged for my Master to stop hurting me. Needless to say, the bastard did no such thing; he simply pulled my hair harder, and told me to shut up.
As I held my position with my legs pressed up against Mistressâ legs, and felt her wiggle her hips, I knew it was time to do what she wanted, and slowly pulled the rubber prick out of her asshole, in preparation to push it back in again. I knew I was going to have to be very gentle with my Mistress, and her virgin ass. She was right when she asserted that Iâd wanted to do that for a long time, although not as long as she thought. The day I first pulled her lace panties down and got a good look at her considerable bush, I was more concerned about making sure that she was willing to keep it out where I could get at it. Doing her up her lovely peachy ass didnât enter my mind. It was an idea that I didnât have until much later, and we were watching one of her newest porn films. I had Mistress on all fours on the living room floor; skirt up around her waist, panties around her ankles, and three fingers knuckle deep in her pussy as I stroked her clit and talked dirty to her. We were watching a particular scene where one woman was vigorously doing another woman in the ass with a big double-ended dildo, and I was sure that Mistressâ pussy was getting wetter and literally pulsating around my invading fingers as she watched the big rubber prick being pushed into a greased-up ass in front of the camera, while the owner of the ass moaned loudly.
******
Then there was Mistressâ third trip to the fetish shop, in her spiked collar. She wanted to take her role-playing in that store to the next stage, presumably in one of the rooms on the upper floor. I wasnât quite sure how it would work out, but, as was always the case, what Mistress wanted, Mistress got! She dressed herself like a fifty dollar whore, put on the collar and gave me the leash. Mistress chose to return to the store on the same day, and at roughly the same time as the previous two occasions, hoping that the same women would be in the store, as the last two occasions.
Theyâd been green-eyed before, and she wanted to make them even worse. There were ways of doing that, as long as she had the nerve to go through with a performance on a bed in one of the rooms, and I wasnât entirely sure if she would, or not. After all, I was the only woman sheâd shown herself to, and I doubted her willingness to take her clothes off in front of many other women. Of course, everything depended on one of the other women creating a situation where Mistress could get her wish without being seen to be offering herself on a plate. She couldnât offer, and being the jealous owner type, I wouldnât either. Weâd have to be seen to have been maneuvered into having Mistress perform on another woman.
My part was going to be quite difficult to get exactly right; I had to get Mistress the sort of woman she wanted to play with, while making it all appear to be completely unplanned. A lot of it was going to have to come from my instinct once things began. I knew Mistressâ taste in women; Iâd had plenty of time to judge what got her nipples to stand to attention and her pussy to get wet. Her taste in women tended to run, mainly, to those like herself; small-boned and petite, with a large, round ass and big, firm tits. Facial features werenât so important, though; big tits were far more important than a pretty face. Now, I knew she wouldnât want to be made to service another Mistress; sheâd want to give a little pleasure to a slave who may not have had a great deal of it recently.
Mistressâ idea worked out quite well. When I led her through the doorway, on her leash, in her sexy outfit, we got a round of applause. There were several familiar faces; all women who seemed to spend a considerable amount of time in the store, along with their girls. While a couple of them had men on leashes, most had young women in tow. Running on my instinct, despite my initial surprise, it only took me about five seconds to guess which set of panties Mistress was going to want to get into. The girl was of mixed race; uncommon in the day. She was in her early teens, standing about four feet ten inches tall, with an ass like a peach and tits like watermelons; just Mistressâ type! Her skin color didnât matter too much, or at least I didnât think it would. To look at her, I was a little curious about her parentage. If sheâd been born in America, then the black half of her parentage would have to have been slave stock, but what about the white half? Was the other half also slave stock, unable to find a white slave to marry, or a member of the Masterâs family; probably one of his sons.
Master himself probably wouldnât have bothered with a Negro woman, but a horny son with no girlfriend just might have. For a teenage boy, pussy was pussy, and waiting until she reached eighteen often wouldnât feature in his plans! Sons of rich families often forced themselves onto young, often pre-teen, slave girls, because they were too young to have sex with free women. While it was technically illegal to have sex with any underage girl, even a slave, the cops tended not to give a damn. Usually the illegitimate child would end up in the slave compound because its father didnât give a damn. After all, heâd already gotten what he wanted, and the kid was often just an embarrassing reminder of how desperate he had been to get himself some pussy. Iâd seen it happen with my own eyes. In some households, slaves could do what they liked to one another, as long as it didnât interfere with the duties they had to carry out for their owners, and if that included the big slave raping any and all of the cute female slaves, strictly according to rota, then who gave a flying fuck? In other households, slaves were required to treat each other the way the owning family treated each other. In my household, if a slave man wanted to fuck a slave woman, he had to get her permission first. Just as a child, I saw the effects of not doing so. He was in his late twenties, stood about two meters twenty, and was built like an ox. The young woman didnât stand a chance of fighting him off. He was a new purchase and didnât understand the rules of his new household. A hundred strokes of the lash, and eight hours staked out in the burning sun, taught him the error of his ways, and he never did anything like it again.
I had heard stories whilst in the slave compound of other ways a mixed race child could be conceived. One woman told us all her horror story. Her owner liked live sex shows that he could watch along with his guests. Those shows usually had but one theme, her, and often one or two other white women, being repeatedly raped by several male black slaves, to the cheers of the audience. Sheâd had three babies to the other slaves, and as soon as those children had been weaned off milk, they were sold off. That was the one thing a slave owner could get into huge amounts of trouble for doing! Whipping an adult slave to death was quite acceptable; yet selling a child of under thirteen could get an owner five to ten years in a jail cell, maybe more, depending on the age of the slave! No slave could be legally sold until he or she had reached thirteen years of age. That was to prevent babies being sold to pedophiles, as had happened in the past. Slaves or not, no baby should be subjected to that, and her owner had been caught breaking that law. All his slaves were confiscated by the state, and auctioned off, and he had been banned from ever buying any more. One of the other young women in the compound with us had been one of those babies and she added her horror story to the others. I realized, as I was listening to them, that my life could have been far worse than it actually was.
Anyway, it was time to manipulate the women in that room, so that Mistress got what she wanted. The outfit was to begin the conversation, and I was to steer it in the direction Mistress wished. Her plan was fine. âWell then, lucky bitchâŠyouâre still hanging on to Miss. Tits, I see. Donât suppose youâve changed your mind on parting with her yet?â The same woman who had asked to buy Mistress the first time, was clearly still intending to buy her from me.
I didnât even see fit to answer the question; mainly because I thought that silence would serve me better than any choice of words. âDidnât think so. What does she do for you that no other girl could do?â
âShe serves me well in the bedroom, like no one else I ever owned. She knew nothing when I bought her, and I taught her personally. Could I buy better? Could your girl do better than mineâ I challenged.
âSeems like we need a comparison here! Would you permit your bitch to give a demonstration on one of us?â she asked. Bait taken then!!!
âWell, Princess?â I asked Mistress. âWould you care to demonstrate your talents on one of the women in this room?â
âCan I pick my own partner Mistress, please?â Mistress asked me.
âAnyone have an objection to my girl picking her own demonstration partner?â I asked the room in general.
âNo,â was the standard answer from those who voiced an answer. âBingo, Mistress; youâve just got your girl,â I thought to myself. âTime to see if I read you as well as I think I can.â
Mistress looked around the room and walked towards the girl I expected she would go for. Seeing as she was still on her leash, I had to follow her. âIâd like this girl, Mistress, if thatâs ok,â she said. I looked at the girlâs owner, and she nodded her head. Mistress had got her busty piece of teenage pussy!
âIâll allow a basic demonstration down here, but any more than that, and she,â I pointed to the woman who had requested the demo, âcan pay for the necessary room upstairs.â
âAgreed, just as long as I get a bedside seat,â she replied. âOh, Mistressâ I thought, âthis is going to be fun.â
Mistress took the girlâs hands in her own and asked, âWhat is your name, young lady, mine is Jennie.â I knew that Mistressâ first name was Erika, and I just ignored the lie.
âAbigail,â replied a young woman with a smile on her face at being addressed in such a pleasant manner.
âWell then Abigail, will you allow me to make love to you?â
âYes, Jennie; if Mistress wants me to.â She turned to her owner and asked for permission. That permission, of course, was immediately forthcoming. Everyone wanted that demoâ, and allowing her girl to be fucked by another girl was a small price to pay while I put my money where my mouth was.
âMistress,â asked âJennieâ, âWhere should I make love to Abigail; behind the empty counter?â
âItâs as good a place as any,â I replied, seeing as it was as good a place as any.
Mistress unclipped the leash from her collar, and did the same for Abigail. Then she led her behind the empty counter, as many of us leaned over to watch what was going to occur. âLie down, sweetie,â instructed Mistress. Abigail lay down on her back and Mistress parted her legs, before kneeling between them. We all watched as Mistress open Abigailâs sexy little top and began to tease her little nipples. The music had already been shut off, and we could all listen to the soft sounds of pleasure that Abigail was making. The expression on Abigailâs face told a complete story. I donât think that her Mistress was a tenth as gentle with her as mine was with me. Abigail was smiling, whimpering and writhing, as Mistress fondled her nipples. After a few minutes, Mistress knelt upright and scooted backwards. She then lifted Abigailâs skirt and pulled down her panties. Poking out her tongue, she began to gently suck on Abigailâs clit and probe the inside of her pussy, at the same time as sticking her ass out. She was giving the body language equivalent of the words, âHere are my dildo holes ladies; does anyone want to play with them for me while I eat this under-age pussy?â
As Mistress munched on Abigailâs pussy, one of the audience members knelt down behind her, and looked up at me; clearly sheâd recognized the gesture, and was the first one to work up the nerve to interfere. She raised her eyebrows in a questioning gesture, and I nodded my head. She quickly lifted Mistressâ short skirt to reveal the surprising fact that she hadnât bothered to put panties on before we came out. I didnât even know that she hadnât put any on. âSheâs got no panties on!â she announced very loudly. Running a hand under Mistressâ crotch, she brought it out and showed everyone that it was wet. She licked Mistressâ juice off her hand, and put it back where it had come from. After which she began to softly finger Mistressâ tight pussy. I was surprised when she released her grip on her girlâs leash and told her to, âGo and please Miss. Titsâs owner, and keep her sweet!â For the first time in my life, I was going to have a slave girl treating me like a genuine Mistress. I could get her to do anything I reasonably wanted, in order to be pleasured! She walked up to me and asked, âWhat can I do for you, to give you pleasure, Mistress?â
What indeed? âI want what your Mistress is doing to my girl,â I replied, as I leaned over the counter and stuck my ass out. The girl reached up my skirt and pulled down my panties, allowing me to step out of them. What surprised me most was the fact that I recognized feeling within myself; feelings of jealousy! Despite the fact that I had a teenage girl with her hands up my skirt, I was jealous of the woman who was crouching behind my Mistress and had fingers in her pussy. She was my owner, so what right did I have to be jealous of anything she did, or anything she got? While I wanted to keep that young, fit, body all to myself, I shouldnât have expected Mistress to be faithful to her slave. The funny thing was that I did expect Mistress to be faithful to me, even though I knew I shouldnât. After all, Mistress had told me that she loved me, and everyone knew that lovers should be faithful to each other. I suppose, however, that the teenage hands wandering around my ass and pussy were indications that I also was in the process of being unfaithful to the woman I loved, and I wondered if Mistress would feel as jealous of me, as I was of her. However, to judge by what Mistress was doing, I doubted that sheâd even see what I was doing, let alone be feeling anything but the pussy on her tongue and the fingers in her own pussy. Hopefully, I also wouldnât be feeling much more than the fingers in my pussy quite soon.
I felt the touch of the slave girlâs fingers around my crotch, and the unmistakable sensation of the application of artificial lubrication being applied to my pussy lips. Then she slipped the first finger inside me, and as I hoped, my jealousy began to fade as my pleasure began to take over. In a way it was a strange feeling, as the girl giving me pleasure wanted none in return. She didnât expect to gain anything out of what was happening, and concentrated purely on my pleasure. Despite merely being in her teens, the so far unnamed girl was pretty good at what she did. Her fingers were stimulating my sensitive spots like a professional; as I did for my Mistress. My first thought, after that one, was to offer the girl the same in return, but that probably wouldnât suit my role.
Anyway, as I enjoyed the sensation in my loins, and listened to Mistress vocalizing her pleasure through Abigailâs pussy, I noticed that everyone in the room was looking down at the three women on the floor. Mentally, I compared the shy, reserved and innocent young woman I had to encourage to show me her pussy, in order to show her what my fingers and tongue could do to it, to the dirty little lesbo slut on the sex shop floor, being fingered by a complete stranger, and eating out another complete stranger. How my beautiful, shy, little Mistress had changed since that first night! I wondered how far Mistress was prepared to go, that day, but I figured that after sheâd worked up the courage, sheâd go all the way with the woman kneeling behind her. In a way, she was going to discover how the other half lived, because the woman was not going to treat her in quite the same way I did. Mistress wouldnât be hurt, because that was property damage, and the penalties could be severe if the other woman willfully damaged my property. Injuring another ownerâs slave was equal to damaging her car, or breaking the windows of her house. In America, a slave was a valuable piece of property, and prison sentences had been known to be handed out to people who intentionally injured them. Another question I asked myself was âdid I want to watch Mistress be fucked?â I decided that I did. I had a gun in my purse, and I thought it likely that Iâd be the only person in the room, apart from Mistress, who did. (Getting a permit to buy a gun wasnât exactly easy, and getting one to allow you to carry it concealed was much more difficult. The articles of Confederation originally allowed a citizen to carry whatever the hell he damn-well pleased. Times, of course, had changed considerably. The much revised articles from the nineteen twenties put very strict limits on what a citizen could own, and that hadnât changed much in the following hundred years. While you could own a rifle, it had to be manual operation. Machine pistols were only allowed by special permit, and Mistress and I both had those permits.) I intended to make sure that Mistress was not mistreated, with force if need be.
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