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Early morning light bathed the room. As usual, my back was to it. However, unlike most mornings, I woke to the warm feeling of being pressed against another. My memory was blank as I breathed in the scent of her and gently ground myself against her soft body. My left arm was wrapped around her front, across her chest, and lightly gripping her right shoulder. My left lay under my pillow and her soft auburn hair was spread across it.

Auburn? That thought slapped my half-awake mind into focus. It reminded me of the night before, lying with my sister, which brought me to the next uncomfortable thought: Not only was I hard this morning, but that hardness was also pressed tightly against her deliciously soft rear.

This brought me many unbrotherly thoughts about my older sister. I took a deep breath of her scent, the smell of her lavender shampoo and body soap. I closed my eyes and oh so gently thrust against her, the delicious feeling of rubbing myself against her soft warm body intoxicating my mind.

A sudden moan and shift from her had my eyes flying open to look upon her face in fearful wonder. Was she awake? She stirred and wiggled herself into me then started to lightly snore, something I was sure she would never admit to.

Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift. Something I did often in the early mornings when I wasn’t ready to get out of bed.

Apologies and Sisterly Affection

Daphne

Daphne woke up to her brother’s snoring. His face was buried against the side of her neck.

“Ugh, Bart, you’re drooling,” she laughed and elbowed him in the side.

“Huh what?” he mumbled out, still half-asleep.

“You were drooling all over my neck and hair,” she said giving him a mock glare that lasted about a second before a big smile spread across her face.

******

I couldn’t help but smile back at her. “So, sister Daph, how are you this morning?”

“Doing all right, brother Bart.”

“Ah Maverick, you know I own all the seasons of that show on Amazon.”

“Really, we have to binge watch that,” she said smiling.

When Daphne and I were younger, and before my dad decided his fatherly duties were at an end, we used to watch old western shows like Rawhide, Gunsmoke, Wanted Dead or Alive, Bat Masterson, and, of course, Maverick. I never knew who I was named after, Bat Masterson or Bart Maverick, though I’m pretty sure it’s the former, after all, Bart Maverick’s full name is Bartrum.

“You remember that Halloween when you dressed up as Calamity Jane and I as Masterson?” I asked her and she smiled nostalgically.

“I was Annie Oakley, not Calamity Jane.” I nodded with a smile, busily remembering chasing her around the house with a pop gun.

“Bart, I’m sorry,” she blurted out of the blue I looked at her in confusion. “For yelling and screaming, calling you names,” she started crying then.

I pulled her close whispering, “Shh, it’s ok; whatever it is, it’s ok.”

She shook her head. “No, it isn’t, I was just so angry at him, you, but mostly at myself and I took it out on you. I’m sorry,” she finished quietly sobbing into my chest.

I didn’t know how to handle this; emotions were not exactly my forte. Give me a problem to solve, whatever it is, and I’ll give you solutions. Not always easy, not always simple, but still solutions. However, that emotional crying where a person just needs to get it out? What the hell does the even mean. If it’s solvable solve it, if not, accept it and move on. Where does crying get involved in that.

So, I just lied there staring at the wall and running through the day’s activities in my head. I would need to shower. Luckily after having to have one too many cold showers because my grandfather was too cheap to buy a new one, I did a little mundane/magical tinkering and the water heater no longer failed to keep up. Good thing with how many guests stayed over last night.

Breakfast was probably already seen to, but I’d still need to fix a plate for myself. The burial would be around noon; the preacher will probably attempt to get a sermon in, it was Sunday after all. Then I’d have to see the guests off, courtesy demanded it. Finally, after all that, I might finally do something constructive with my time to make up for the wasted two days.

Daphne had stopped sobbing and was at the light crying phase with the occasional sniffle. “You alright now sis?”

“No, but I’m better. Sorry you’re all wet and snotty.” She smiled briefly. “Guess I paid you back for drooling on me,” she said.

“Ha, so, your dastardly plan was to play upon my sympathies so you could cover me in snot and crocodile tears,” I said staring at her with mock reproach. “Oof,” I grunted as she hit me and called me an ass. I sat halfway up, and with tuzla escort a huge smile said, “Oh ya?” Then I tickled her.

I trapped her under my body, my left leg between both of hers. Well, my larger bulk held her underneath me. My hands squirmed up and down her sides as she twisted and laughed underneath me. I grinned at her just desserts for calling me an ass. How dare she.

Her squirming, however, had a rather different effect on another part of me. Her hips moved against mine as I tickled her, grinding her into me. I noticed quickly and stopped and pulled back. She encircled my shoulders in her hands, not letting me off her.

I opened my mouth to speak, perhaps to apologize, I don’t know; my mind clouded with lust as desires tickled my brain just as I had tickled her. Then she kissed me. Her lips softly pressed against mine, and slowly her kiss grew harder more demanding. Her tongue slipped from her mouth to lick at my lips. I didn’t think for the first time, I simply did. I opened my mouth and met her tongue with mine. Music played in my head, “When marimba rhythms start to play dance with me make me sway.”

Our tongues danced, sometimes in my mouth, sometimes in hers. “Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you.” I turned, falling on my back, her lying on top of me. When one of us pulled back to breath, the other would lay soft kisses against the other’s skin. “Only you have the magic technique, when we sway I grow weak.” My hands moved to her back, and Slid against the soft skin there to catch her shirt to pull it up. We separated just long enough for her to remove it. I moved up to meet her and she fell to meet me. “I hear the sound of violins long before it begins.” Our lips were seconds from meeting with no desire to stop.

Knock Knock! “Hey Daph, you going to sleep all day? By the way, you know where Grinch is?” Elsie called out rudely, popping the private little world of ours that consisted of the bed and nothing else.

“Alright, hold your horses, Barts here with me,” she called out in answer. “Oh, well both of you get a move on, it’s almost ten. Aunt Jean said there won’t be any hot water left if you take too long.” Elsie said before leaving.

Daphne leaned down and whispered, “Now, how would she know that?” I dumbly responded “Who, what?”

She smiled and laughed. “Oh, look at that. I kissed my brainy little brother dumb. How would Aunt Jean know the water will get cold?”

“Ohh, her and grandpa occasionally knocked boots.”

She sat back, which conveniently placed her ass on my rather hard package. She looked at me in astonishment. “Really? Really? Her and Grandpa?”

“Yup, they’re both widowers, and occasionally they got together to do the horizontal mambo.”

She had been gently thrusting her hips as we spoke, not enough to get me off, but more than enough to have me completely in the moment. “So, I guess I better get up and find the shower.”

My eyes went wide. “What? Wait, what about-” I started to say but she was already off me. I watched her ass as she bent at the waist to grab her shirt. Straightening, she looked over her shoulder and with a wide shit-eating grin said two words: ‘cold shower’- then she was gone.

Goodbyes

I lied half considering using my hand, knowing that my evil sister would be sure to let someone know I was being slow this morning. So, embarrassment would surely follow if I did that. I finally pulled myself out. I looked down at my mast, trying to will it away, which proved to be futile, so I gave up with a sigh and made way for the bathroom.

I was pretty sure that no one would be using the shower that was in my grandfather’s bathroom which was located through his room. I was wrong. Distracted by what had just happened, my mind replaying every wonderful moment, I just opened the bedroom door.

“Dammit Bart! Don’t you know how to knock?” Sandra petered off, looking decidedly south of my face while I took in the sight off her naked form.

Her blonde hair was slightly damp and laying against her neck. She was turned toward me, her skirt held to her crotch which left a clear view of her rather impressive mammaries. I stood for a heartbeat, options running through my mind. It settled on simply saying “Hi” and heading for the open door of the bathroom.

I did not take a cold shower. I washed, and by the time I got out, things were a bit more manageable.

I dressed and headed for the main rooms. People were milling about here and there. I glanced into the kitchen, Evil was speaking to Aunt Maureen, but she gave me a wink mid-sentence. I just glared. Sandra was talking to Bethany. I couldn’t hear what was said, but from the many furtive glances I was receiving I had a guess. I had a bad feeling that my rep would be thoroughly tarnished by day’s end, and there was nothing Sandra liked better than gossip.

I stretched for a moment. “Still sleepy Otis?” Aunt Jean pendik escort called.

“Hey, I didn’t drink enough to earn that,” I whined. Yup, rep ruined.

“Just picking on you, Darling. Oh look, Bart, Jen; Jen, Bart,” she introduced, and I turned to see a girl standing there. She had an easy smile that lit up her face.

“So, hi, grandma Jean said we should meet. I’m a first year at Ferris. You planning on going to college? Wow, you’re really fit; work out? So, what do you like to do? Me? I like to read and…” Blah, blah, blah, she ran on and on. My eyes were wide. I stopped trying to keep up and just nodded my head as I ate my food.

Jen was 5’5, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She was a bit plump but not overly so. I’d call her more cute than beautiful. Like her grandmother, she was wild fey a bear to be precise. I could feel it in her soul, that slightly primal feeling that came from her.

The next two hours passed quickly. Everybody was in decent humor until an old grandfather clock in the living room struck noon. People slowly made their way outside. I went with the vets who were to be pallbearers. Closing the casket, I walked at the head as we moved outside. The honor guard followed beside us with their rifles. The rest of the guests trailed behind, with the immediate family taking the front. It was about twenty yards to the short stone wall that separated the family plot from the rest of the land.

We laid the coffin in the cradle to be lowered in the ground as people took their places. I laid one hand upon the coffin in final respect before taking my spot with my sisters, cousins, and Aunt. They cried freely. I watched the proceedings stone-faced. The honor guard fired their rifles. The preacher began his sermon. When he finished, the honor guard folded the flag and handed it to me before saluting.

It was strange, the pain in my chest I felt when taking that flag. It was like someone was squeezing my heart in their fist. I stared at the flag for a moment when suddenly arms surrounded me. The pain lessened.

As the others went back to the house, I stayed behind with several others who had volunteered to help place the dirt in the grave. George was there as well as Sheriff Tanner and a few others whose names I didn’t know right off the bat. I’m good with faces, but names always eluded me.

The Lord’s Hound

Maria laid her overnight bag down on the floor as she waited for the knock. She had smelt them before she saw them as she had walked into her apartment complex. Orcs, they smelt different than humans, earthier. Groch and Delcath were her Lord’s main enforcers and bodyguards mostly for his guests. As her Lord enjoyed saying, ‘the fear they inspired with a simple knock ferreted out traitors far more effectively than any trap’. It was true. There had been many who had heard their knock and ran.

She opened the door and watched the two imposing orcs. True, they both had glamours, but glamours were skin deep. They both stood an impressive seven feet tall, and Groch’s face and head were both clean shaven. Dark, twisting tattoos ran from the collar of his dark pinstripe suit over his head and down his face. Orcish tattoos told the story of their greatest successes and failures and were displayed proudly, which is why the glamour did not hide them.

Delcath wore a similar black suit; however, his hair was shaved on the sides and worn in a long braid that fell to the base of his spine. He also had the facial tattoos that started somewhere beneath his suit. His tattoos were different then Groch’s as they both came from different though allied clans.

Maria nodded to the two then walked with them out. They entered a black sedan with black double-tinted windows. She knew from experience that the car was also sound proof and the upholstery was easily removable and extremely flammable.

Still, the car was incredibly luxurious for a rolling torture chamber. She sipped at a glass of eighty-year-old Brandy as the car rolled into the large estate. The estate was a massive mansion that almost looked like a castle overlooking lake Michigan. Large decorated gates opened for the car.

The estate screamed opulence in the extreme. Maria and her escorts stopped in front of the large Victorian-style doors. A massive coat of arms was carved into depicting a shark eating a British flag while the jolly roger stood in the background.

The door was opened with only a moment’s notice. A butler quietly stood aside, waiting for them to enter. When they did, he spoke, “Lord Avery awaits you in the gym.” Maria merely nodded before heading for the gym. Before even opening the door, she could hear sounds of steel striking steel.

Opening the door, she saw a large room with an older man with cold dark eyes and silver hair training a young man. Neither wore protection, and the younger had several small cuts on his face, chest, arms, and hands. The older bore maltepe escort not a mark.

“Fool! Maintain your attention at all times!” He struck the boy and left a racking slash across his chest. “Your wards are pitiful. If I had not held back, you would be dead. How I worry for the legacy of our family with you as head. Our territory will be dragged out from under us in a month. Get out of my sight,” Lord Henry Avery XV said in disgust.

The Lord turned. “Ah, Maria. I have a matter for resolve. Leave us, that means you,” he ordered, giving a hard look at his son.

Damian Avery was twenty-years-old and lived in privilege his entire life. He was treated for the most part like a king, but his father treated him only as a disgrace.

“Maria, the task I have for you concerns the mistakes of emperors and kings,” Lord Avery stated, making sure his son heard.

The Prince

Damian stormed from the room. The many cuts covering his body burned as his sweat dripped into them. The pain from the lacerations took second to the rage burning inside him. Then his mother was there.

“Oh, my handsome son, I must remind your father not to be so tough. Still, it’s proof that he cares.” She crooned as she begun to use magic to close the wounds, her head shaking at both her husband and son. Her husband laced the cuts with curses to make them slow to heal and grow in pain with each passing hour. It standard in fights between mages to do such things, and therefore to check for them, but these were painfully obvious, pun intended.

Damian growled. “Bullshit. He thinks I’m weak. A fucking chi—” Whack!” Damian’s head flew forward. His mother’s hard eyes were upon him. Then her voice slithered out like a snake.

“Last one to use foul language in front of me lost his tongue. You, my wonderful son, will lose far more my respect.” With that, the woman turned on her heel and left.

Damian did not speak, but the words screamed in his mind. ‘Fucking bitch, how dare she hit me’. His hands twitched as he stormed through the estate. He entered his room and he looked at his “doll.” His doll was a human woman, twenty-years-old, with her mind completely destroyed, and all she could do was follow commands. He gripped her tight before raising one hand, and calling out his mother’s name, he smacked the doll.

Cinderella?

Catherine did not move. Her scent erased, her mind calm, and her form hidden completely, the magic was held to a minimum, but still active as she listened to her father speak.

“Maria, tell me of this Schultz boy. How capable is he?” he asked.

Maria spoke, “I know very little other than he’s observant. He spotted me as a killer, that is the most I know.”

“Yet his grandfather was incredibly capable, but he did not know magic?” Avery asked.

“His grandfather may not have used magic, but he quickly grasped the concepts and there were few better in his field,” Maria explained. Avery looked at her then his shark eyes studying her face even as his magic filled the room in preparation of attack and defense. The grandfather trained you in combat and was responsible for getting you and your family into The States. Do you feel loyalty for the boy?”

Maria spoke one word in response. “No.”

“Good. I have a task for you.”

******

Catherine slipped from the room as plans began to form. She was so lost in thought, she almost missed the attack. The knife flashed like lightening as Catherine moved away and dodged the strikes. Catherine’s assailant wore nothing special but a dress. Catherine moved her left hand and shifted the knife away as she struck with her right fingers held stiff as she jabbed for the throat. Her assailant moved back avoiding the blow, but their back hit the wall.

“Very good Catherine, very good.” Her mother laughed and clapped her hands. Catherine nodded but stayed on guard. Years of training taught her that attack came when you least expected it.

“Daughter, I need you to support your brother. Help him, please, with your father and excelling in his studies?” her mother asked with her face slightly strained.

“No, besides, father would never agree to this. An Avery succeeds or fails by their own merit. His words,” Catherine stated. Diane Avery nodded with a scowl. She knew her daughter did not care about the rules, she simply had no desire to help.

Diane’s mind fell back to the past as her daughter walked away. Her unclaimed daughter. There were traditions, more like rules, that the Avery family kept to. One of which was simple: women are tools, nothing more. Another was, the most deserving led two traditions that contradicted each other.

****

“Damn that boy!” Henry growled as he stormed into his wife’s room. “Dear, you know how I feel about foul language.” In public, Lord Avery differed to no one. In private, Henry differed to his wife more often than not. She was his most trusted advisor and confidant. “Sorry, my love, he’s just so aggravating. How I wish he were more like his sister. Had she been born a man, I would have given her my territory years ago and watched it expand two-fold. Instead, she is stuck killing her brother’s mistakes,” he lamented.

His wife nodded before going to him and wrapping him in her arms and saying, “Then my love, you must find a way to motivate him.”

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planetary time unit = day

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Sam was again reaching out, feeling the powerful Tetricon as it accelerated away. He wasn’t sure just who this was, he’d already met the four new minds.

He could tell it wasn’t the doctor, a small smile came to his lips. It also had a distinct antipathy for the doctor. It most definitely wasn’t the seven councilors they seemed to shit their pants when he was around. Hmmmm, this was getting interesting indeed.

A few moments later the new mind seemed to vanish, though Sam cold still feel a faint trail. Might be good to not actively try to scan or interfere with it. After all, he was strong, by far more than any others he’d met. This power might prove to be the deal breaker if it joined with the others.

A movement behind him, had him turning to see Thantas, dragging Triot along the ground. Sam only smirked at the look of pain on Triot’s face. Upon reaching him, Thantas, again lifted Triot then smashed him as hard as she could to the ground. “Stay!” She growled.

“Ah! I see that you are finally, fully awake. I can also see that you have some form of osmosis healing.” The startled look on Triot’s face confirmed what Sam had thought was true.” Reaching out Sam briefly touched the side of Triot’s head. “There I think that should keep you for a while.”

“You piece of garbage! What have you done to me? I am a Tetricon of the first house! What you have done isn’t possible unless…” An audible gasp came from Triot.

“Ah! I can see the first light of any intelligence in your eyes. No, we didn’t break the code of osmosis, I was born with it! Your kind tried to steal it from us, not knowing that it was unique to the individual with it. Yours was stolen when you tried to copy it, it hardly works as it should be.” Sam told a now worried Triot.

“You… you turned it off?” A startled Thantas asked.

Sam turned to see the look on Thantas’ face, “in the simplest sense, you might say that. It’s not gone, though, he will have a much harder time using it.”

“What!? You haven’t the right…” Triot started.

“HAVEN’T THE RIGHT! You, you thief, are the one who hasn’t the right! What you took was never meant to be integrated within your race’s geno. Honestly, I am surprised that it didn’t kill or consume you.” Sam almost shouted.

A sinister smile came to Triot’s face, “it is the spoils of war.” Here he looked at Thantas. “Besides the little bitch wasn’t really using it to…” Triot’s voice was cut off as Thantas’ foot met the side of his face.

With a growl, Thantas was about to lash out harder when Sam stopped her. “That’s enough Thantas, I had more questions though, it is nicer with him quiet.”

A quick smile came to her face, “we need to make it permanent, as soon as possible!” She looked at Sam then drew her foot back kicking Triot again. “What? Just making sure he stays out, longer!”

Sam could only shake his head at the extremely happy expression on Thantas’ face. I do believe, she is enjoying this far more than I at first thought.

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Inside the newly constructed dome building, Triann was hard at work preparing more tests. She had to find out what it was with Sam, that made him more unique than any other of their race.

The simple fact that, he had transferred the immunity to the gas to all of them, was an unfounded bonus. Her curiosity, was what had made her one of the greatest healers of her people. It also seemed to be a downfall of hers, her mate almost as busy with the government made them a perfect match.

They had been so much a match that her mate hadn’t made it for the birth of Sam. He was there though, when they launched Sam to earth. Poring over the massive data about Sam, Triann was still puzzled why Sam wasn’t activated ’til the present time.

Hmmm she thought, a few of the things she suspected were showing to be in fact, fact. The main mystery though, was why was it now, that the cubes the infants had been suspended in became active.

Movement behind her barely registered as her mate Fino, moved to a piece of equipment. Have you felt anything more from Thantas? Fino asked.

Not as of yet, she appears to have more than half her memory back. All the force training she had, has completely returned. It also appears that almost all the memories that we implanted in Sam are starting to come to the fore.

So, he has almost the same skills she has, just far more strength. I… I felt something I haven’t, for a very long time. We have a thought warrior among us, though as to who I am unsure. I am sure of the both of us, also of Mellos’s father. It is the other three I am unsure of.

A thought warrior! Triann’s thoughts returned with a gasp, I had thought they were outlawed after control was lost by one. I was part of the team that removed much of the power of those left.

I was surprised as well; this could göztepe escort make things very dangerous indeed. I am the last of our planet’s government, even I am unsure if they will listen to my orders. Without the others this could prove extremely difficult. Plus, when I felt them, they were just as powerful as then, no, we do have to tread carefully. Came Fino’s thoughts.

Don’t you believe that we should alert Sam? I know that he is far stronger than any Cliverstone physically, though mentally? That I am sorely unsure of. Replied Triann’s thoughts.

He is strong, far stronger than I ever thought he would be. I believe it’s something about this earth that he was on, that has something to do with it.

Hmmmm, Triann’s face screwed up into a look of profound thought. Something about this earth, searching her mind she felt something at the edge of her thoughts.

When I first started this search, for worlds that possessed the same atmosphere that contained the gas, I almost skipped earth. The atmosphere had a combination of the gas, which was in far higher amounts than I had ever encountered. Triann thought to no one in particular.

If that is true then why send him there. Fino asked.

They were high but there were also high amounts of regular elements, they seemed to more than balance it out. Returned Triann’s thoughts. Hmmm, Triann thought a few minutes later. It appears that all the overabundance of both elements is what caused his absolute immunity.

Then we are good, well except for the other problem, I just hope he doesn’t hate the both of us. I could take that, though if he refuses to help further, then we as a race are also doomed.

Hate is a strong word, I am sure he will be displeased with us, not hate. Triann responded.

You forget Triann, he was raised on an alien world, with a completely different way of thinking. Remember he has no problem with cessation of life. A worried Fino thought.

I am sure that he will continue to help us, our people. Replied Triann.

You have the confidence of a female sire. Fino’s thoughts said as he shook his head. I hope that in this instance you are correct.

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The Lord Doctor chuckled as he watched the two young arachnids struggle to escape. He had to admit that the both of them were far stronger than he thought they’d be.

It had taken almost perfect timing and most of his power to capture them. Had he not gone as hard and fast as he did, they might have gotten away. That would have been disastrous as one he could handle though, two? It would have taxed him to the brink of even his power, now though he had the upper hand.

A smirk came to his face as he thought of the coming. They would probably threaten quite a bit, perhaps a frontal assault. This time though, he was sure that they would do exactly what he wanted. An evil laugh erupted from his throat; they would be his slaves by the end of the day he was sure of it.

The lord Doctor turned to look upward, ah good, his soon to be slaves were approaching. Two loud thuds outside the doctor’s domicile alerted him that they had arrived.

Both nearly ripped the door off of the domicile as they both charged in. The Lord Doctor just stood back as both the elites started to fire with increasing strength of fire power. The shield between them and the young Tetricons flared brighter and brighter ’til the young within it started to scream.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” the Lord Doctor started to evilly laugh. “In case you haven’t guessed it, the shield is tied to the planet’s inner energy core. Unless you can turn it off, or destroy the planet, then you have no chance.”

“Release them you putrid sack of garbage!” The male arachnid hissed. They both watched in shock as the female Arachnid threw herself against the shield. For a moment she breached the shield as she started to pull one of the young from the shield.

The doctor’s face showed worry as he shot an energy beam at the female, knocking her away. This of course afforded the male time to slam his own body into the doctor’s. Both landed in a heap though, the male moved away from the semi-conscious doctor at the scream of the female.

Again, the doctor started to laugh as he slowly stumbled to his feet, bleeding profusely from quite a few places.

“Try… try that again, it will be the last you ever see your offspring alive. If I remember correctly, this one of the last of your mating / offspring cycles.” The Lord Doctor panted out noticing that the blood wasn’t slowing at all. “I had thought that, the conditioning was no more with the two of you. Had I time I would reinitiate it.”

The male tending to the female smiled slightly when she whispered to him. Turning the male hissed, “the slave beam no longer effects any of us. We grew out of it many, many cycles ago.”

“Too bad, your kind were our strongest çorlu escort asset, now? You are just useless flotsam, though you will do as I say if you wish to ever see your offspring alive again. Don’t think you can do anything to defeat me, try and they will be no more.”

“What do you wish? Once we are done here, we will never answer a call from you again, leader of the council or not. You have broken more laws of the Elite than I wish to count. We owe you nothing nor will we ever again.” The male hissed and growled out.

“Quite simple actually, just destroy ALL the Cliverstones. I am sure that if you eliminate Sam, then Thantas, the rest should be quite easy.” The Lord Doctor said. With any luck they can destroy that thought warrior also.

“Fine!” The male stated as he and the female left, rapidly taking to the sky, then space.

A truly wicked smile crossed the Lord Doctor’s face as he laughed at the still struggling Tetricon young. “Not to worry, you sires will be joining you in death soon.” Laughing maniacally even harder than before, the doctor turned away, not seeing one of the offspring clutching something curling into a ball.

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Quite a long way from the first councilor’s area, a Tetricon landed with a slight thud on an isolated world. A short look around showed that no one had detected him, then again, he hadn’t felt much life from this dust ball.

Slowly running a tentacle like leg across his head, the Tetricon was thankful almost all the pain was gone.

A shake to try and clear the obvious fog that was clouding his thoughts, didn’t help either. He knew what he was, was almost certain where he was. The thing was that was about all he could remember.

Then there was the fact that he had been hidden, compressed, within another race’s form. It was right there on the edge of his memory, though the harder he tried to access the memory, the further it seemed to slip away.

Damn he thought, why in the world did that sound so familiar? A gnawing feeling suddenly struck his body, what in the world was this?

Taking a step toward what he sensed was water, he missed stepped, falling on his face. Crap he thought, the pain, oh! The delicious pain! This made more than half the gnawing feeling dissipate, odd why would I like pain?

Slowly standing the Tetricon started to make its way again to the water source. Upon reaching it, the Tetricon threw it’s self into the water feeling the cool water open briefly, a few memories.

He remembered the council, using him then throwing him away. He had helped them set up their seven areas, though there was one far worse than them leading them. Was that the one that had attacked him? He wasn’t sure, though he was going to find out as soon as he was stronger.

Now he thought, I just had to find something to ingest, before my insides start to eat themselves. A shake of his head helped to re-enforce this feeling, he needed something and soon as the water helped though not near enough.

A sudden thought came to his addled brain as he lay there in the water. He was a hunter, as many of his people were, were being the definitive word. If he was remembering right, not many did that sort of thing anymore.

He was struggling to keep conscious when, a small animal like thing approached the water. Not moving at all he let the animal approach him then sprang, wrapping his eight legs around it he drew it in then started to drain it.

A mere few minutes later he dropped the dried-out husk, feeling the drained life as it coursed through him. Ah! So good to be in my natural form again. That helped greatly though, I am going to need more if I am going to survive.

By the end of the planet’s day, there more than ten dried corpses floating a way off from the Tetricon. Much of the dull black color of the Tetricon was now a darker, glossier black.

The Tetricon stretched out it’s legs feeling renewed strength starting to flow through it. Ah good it thought, finally starting to feel normal again. Now then I have to set a plan, the one leading the council will be first. Then the council it’s self, not sure if I should destroy them or make them servants like they tried to do to me.

The Tetricon reached out tentatively, gently to not arouse suspicion. Ah there is the doctor and the council, strange, I am feeling other Tetricons. these feel so much different than the doctor and council.

Widening his scans, the Tetricon was amazed when he felt more powerful beings. Three in particular, who were as strong as the doctor, though one had passed the doctor’s power by almost double. A shudder went through the Tetricon when he felt the powerful being. These three feel, so different so…. The Tetricon retreated when he felt the strongest one right next to him.

So, came the unclear thoughts of the strong one. How can I help you? I can feel that — — ümraniye escort — is so unclear.

The Tetricon tried to push the strong mind away only to have it not move. I … can’t think… like you do.

The strong one smiled I can help if you wish, I can see that much of you mind is blocked. I can also see the abuse you suffered at the hands of the council. Your hatred of them mirrors my own.

If… you can… yes. Returned the hesitant thoughts of the Tetricon.

A few moments after Sam started on the Tetricon, he could feel it screaming as a floodgate of memories rushed into it’s brain. There I think that should help, as he felt the pain drop too almost nothing.

Yes, returned the thoughts of the Tetricon. I assume that you have had dealings with the council before?

I have, came Sam’s thoughts, none of it has been a pleasant experience.

Neither has been mine, I helped to establish the seven councilors and their areas. I was pushed out, punished while I was at my weakest. I am the last of the elite of my people. What they did, broke all the rules of the elite. Though at the moment, I am only at half my power. I will be whole in a planet’s rotation.

A smile came to Sam’s lips at the news that he received. I can assure you that you are not the last of the elite. This I know for a fact, rest then we can talk later. We need to arrange a place to meet to discuss this more.

I believe that would be acceptable. The Tetricon replied.

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We need to contact Sam, the male Tetricon that had left the IP home world thought.

I concur with your statement, though I am not sure how. here are lower wavelengths that we can use though we can’t be sure that Sam can even detect them. The female answered.

This I know, the male agreed, though we must try, if we are to have any hope of ending this. With his help I am sure that we could easily free our offspring. The male replied.

A moment later the male started to send out a much lower frequency thought wave. At first, he was afraid that Sam wasn’t getting any of it. Then was shocked a moment later when Sam answered.

So, I see that you can communicate at a lower band. What… Sam started then was cut off.

I am afraid that the doctor has captured our offspring, the two that were with us. He has ordered us to destroy you along with the female Cliverstone Thantas. We, cannot, in good conscience, even attempt this. This is about our offspring though, so we have not much choice. You, we are afraid, are the only chance we have.

Sam smiled a moment, we all may have help there. You see, I have been in contact with another elite. Sam waited a moment to let the two digest what he’d just thought to them.

Are they like us are they still under control of the council? The female asked.

He stated that he wanted nothing to do with the council, he stated much like you did that the council broke ALL the rules of the elite. So, I don’t think you will have a problem with him aiding you, against the doctor or the council. Came Sam’s thoughts.

That is good to know, I am shocked though, to find another of us out this far. We need to meet with him and you again as soon as possible. The male replied.

I am in agreement with you, though I am unsure as to how we can accomplish this, with the doctor watching your every move. Sam thought.

We have time for now, he won ‘t expect us to move to quickly with the bio-screen the triads have up. The male thought.

I’ll contact you soon, Sam thought as he cut the communication.

Sam took a deep breath then lifted, flying to the dome structure. He still had to talk to his father about what he’d felt ther other day.

At the door Sam set down, striding inside he looked around. It appeared the scientists and the engineer were hard at work.

Walking by the engineer, Sam thought he saw the male working on some type of shield. Hmm, Sam thought, that would come in very handy in a few cases he could think of.

He then saw that; his mother was working side by side with Mello’s mother. Nodding his head, he could only imagine what foul-tasting concoctions they might come up with. A small shudder went through him as a memory of one such concoction came to mind.

Sam walked further on where he saw that his father, was talking to Mello’s father. Taking a seat Sam decided to wait for the moment.

Fino, saw Sam almost the same time that Sam espied him. The look on Sam’s face let him know that Sam was upset about something, hopefully he doesn’t know yet Fino thought.

Finished with his conversation with Tynco, Fino walked over to Sam. “I can see by the look on your face that you are concerned about something.”

Sam nodded, I am I felt a very powerful mind the other day, I also saw you concentrating hard. I have to ask are you this mind?”

Fino drew a sigh as he shook his head no. “What you felt was a thought warrior. Powerful, also outlawed in the last days. One lost control, destroyed quite a few, I and the others in the government had to remove their power. I guess we missed one, though I know not who it is, yet.”

“Are we in trouble?” Sam asked.

“I’m not sure yet Sam.” Fino said.

Great Sam thought now got possible enemies here with us.

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Here we are again, hopefully until I take this one to the end.

I want to thank my followers for their support, and my haters… please stop wasting your time.

This is a work of fiction: any resemblance with actual entities or individuals is pure coincidence.

This is the first time I give this kind of warning: you may want to skip Alexander’s part in this chapter, as his words and behavior could hurt some sensibilities.

Credit and especial thanks to Red_Sky_Reader for her editing and her overall help in creating this chapter, I hope we can keep it going for a long time.

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“He is not one of us, the tests have made it clear”.

From the haze between slumber and vigil. Rich heard an unknown man’s voice.

“Then the tests must be wrong. I know what I felt coming from him, and you know as well as I do that no normal person could have saved us the way he did. He ripped off the damn seat belt with his bare hands, for God’s sake!” The answer came from an equally unknown voice, this one from a woman.

After a sigh, the man answered. “You know as well as I do that humans can achieve that level of strength during extreme situations, it’s not the first time.” While the woman have been speaking vehemently, the man just sounded tired… and sad?

Muffled steps sounded on the carpet, and the man’s voice sounded lower and softer: “I know he made you feel the pull, and I myself wish that the tests were wrong; after all I’m your father and I wish for your happiness over anything else, but if you stay close to him you will only feel pain and despair. Just to be sure, additional tests are being made to make sure he’s not another thing. You have to get away from him and hope that the pull will wear off with time.”

Richter felt a sudden and inexplicable fear grip at his heart, followed by an equally inexplicable anger. As he was trying to understand his own emotions, Rich heard the family conversation stop when the father suddenly hushed his daughter.

“Don’t say anything else, I can hear a change in his breathing and heartbeat, he’s waking up”. After walking up to his bed, the man spoke to Rich in a soft voice, but with confidence and a certain tone of authority. “Take it easy, boy. For now just try to open your eyes slowly”.

Richter opened his eyes slowly as he was commanded, and when his sight cleared up, he found a good looking middle-aged man standing by his bed. His dark black hair had a blueish shine to it, though it was starting to whiten at the temples, and his honey-colored eyes looked at him amiably from behind his black wellington glasses.

Rich tried to raise himself to a sitting position, but the man put a hand on his shoulder pushing him down kindly but firmly.

“You are suffering from malnutrition, and the exercise you did last night didn’t help. You’ve been out for more than eighteen hours due to exhaustion”.

The man moved a chair to sit by the bed before going on with a frown on his brow. “Don’t take this amiss, my daughter and I are thankful as you can’t imagine for saving us, but I hope you understand that precisely because of the state you were in when you found us, I need to know who you are and what were you doing there so late at night. If you are in a tough spot, or you need any kind of help, don’t doubt we will do anything we can to help you; we owe you or lives after all, but we need you to tell us the truth”.

Rich moved to stare at the ceiling instead of the man, his mind racing to find the right answer. Obviously, he could not tell anything about the incident with the fat pervert in the alley, given that even he couldn’t believe he had killed a man ripping his throat with his bare hands. All the while, his gaze was attracted to the blond woman in the corner.

After a few more seconds, Rich decided to go with the bare minimum and come up with something to cover the rest: “I turned eighteen years old a few days ago. When that happened, my foster family kicked me out of their house because the government no longer payed them for having me there. I’ve been thinking about what I could do since then, though I was almost convinced that my only choice was going to a recruitment office to join the army tomorrow… or today, I guess. Last night I was at the park waiting for the closing hour of the restaurants because an older homeless woman told me that if you’re lucky you can get scraps before they throw them into the trash”.

A loud bang was heard in the room, and Rich saw that the blond woman had beaten the table by her side. “They are inhuman! How can anyone do that kind of thing to another person and live with a clean conscience?”

She looked genuinely furious, and for some reason that pleased Rich, but he found it strange that her complexion seemed to have gotten pale instead of going red. He discarded it as a visual trick of the dim lighting in the room.

Her father intervened with a conciliatory tone, “Judd, I understand and şişli escort share your ire, but right now that doesn’t take us anywhere”.

He moved to look at Rich once more. “Now that I think about it, we haven’t even introduced ourselves, right? Please pardon my rudeness. My name is Benton Curwin, and the lovely lady by the door is my daughter Judecca”.

“You can call me Judd”. She added with a bright smile that made Rich’s heart skip a beat.

Rich nodded and answered, “I’m Richter Maynard, both of you can call me Rich”.

“Then, if we are going to treat each other by diminutives, you can call me Ben”. Added Judecca’s father with a warm smile, though it didn’t last long as he returned to the main topic. “Rich, as I’ve told you before, my daughter and I owe you our lives, so you can ask from us anything you need, within reason of course. If you still want to enter the military I’m not going to stop you, but know that I’m a high ranking civil officer, and my daughter is a university teacher. You have other choices”.

Richter raised himself to a sitting position, noticing for the first time that he had been bathed and dressed in expensive looking pajamas. This time Benton didn’t move to stop him.

Rich thought about the meaning of these words. If what had happened in the alley last night was real, he didn’t want to involve the Curwin family. It was the best for all, the logical thing to do, but for some reason he couldn’t say the words. No, he knew the reason: it was a feeling that grew stronger inside him by the minute, some kind of compulsion that pulled him to Judecca; a combination of protective and possessive feelings so strong that threatened to break his heart when he thought of parting ways with her.

Rich looked up at the ceiling again, sighed and gave an answer when the feelings won over the prudence. “The army has never really been my first option. I need a place to live and a honest way to pay for it. Beyond that, maybe I’ll improve my education one day, when I have settled down and can afford it by my own means”.

Benton frowned at that. “Are you sure? As I’ve already told you, while we are not rich by all means, we still are what is commonly known as a well-off family. For us it wouldn’t be a big sacrifice to get you into a university and pay you an education, which would give you a much better starting point when you want to become independent”.

The offer took Richter completely by surprise. For a few minutes he could just sit there, mouth agape, while he processed the meaning and the possibilities derived from such a generous offer.

Finally, Rich answered while lifting his head. “It’s a tremendously generous offer, but thinking on it, you are offering to spend thousands of dollars on my education. If that wasn’t enough, the offer includes economical support during at least four or five years… even if I left my pride aside, it’s a favor I couldn’t repay in my whole life”.

Benton placed a hand on Rich’s shoulder and gave him a friendly squeeze. With a smile, he said, “Sorry to repeat myself, but you saved my daughter and me, and that one is also a favor we couldn’t repay in our whole lives”.He stood from his chair and straightened his jacket before going to the door and ringing a bell. “In any case, you are going to need a few days of rest and good meals to get back to top condition, make use of that time to ponder your options”.

Someone knocked the door, followed by a female voice. “Excuse me”. The door opened and a brown-haired woman with Asiatic features dressed in black and white entered the room. After placing her hands at her belly, she bowed her head to Benton, and asked, “You called, Sir. What do you need of me?”

“Yurie-san, why don’t you help our guest refresh himself? After he has had a shower and gotten comfortable serve him dinner here in the bedroom, he can join us for meals starting tomorrow, when he’s more rested.” Then he turned to Richter. “If you need anything, don’t be shy and ring the bell, Yurie-san will take care of it”.

“Certainly”. She agreed with a wide, friendly smile. Rich was surprised to notice that she had blue eyes, despite being pretty obvious that she was Japanese.

A few minutes later, Judecca and her father were walking along a corridor when she suddenly asked her father with a smirk on her face. “What was that? You were talking about splitting us apart and now you offer to send him to university?”

Without turning around, Benton answered, “Who said I was going to send him to a university in this state? Even if he insists on just getting a job, I’ll make sure it’s one that takes him away from here”.

Benton finally turned around when he noticed that his daughter was no longer following behind his steps. The hurt look in her eyes broke Benton’s heart. “Honey, don’t look at me that way”. He pleaded. ” It breaks my heart to make you suffer like this, but I’m doing tuzla escort it for your own good. I’ve already told you that the tests are negative, a union between you two is impossible”.

Her face looked serious and her emotions under control, but when Judecca answered her voice sounded strangled for a second. “Have you made all the tests? He could be a recessive bloodline that hasn’t manifested yet”.

“You have a third grade, sixth step blood purity, a recessive bloodline could never awake a pull as strong as the one you are feeling right now. Your encounter with the young Doubon, together with the suspension bridge effect from the boy, Richter, saving you from the car wreck must have combined to trigger a false positive in you, that’s why you two need to stay apart until the effect wears off”.

Judecca balled her fists and gritted her teeth, but despite her efforts a tear rolled down her cheek. This alarmed Benton, as he knew that his daughter was a proud woman used to hiding the emotions that didn’t benefit her, except under extreme circumstances.

“He only had the clothes he was wearing when we found him. No matter if he chooses the university or a job, he’s going to need his personal documentation, I can offer to get it for him while he rests and take the chance to investigate him. Now that we know his name it shouldn’t be hard to find information about him, especially if he gives me a written permit to move matters in his name”.

Judecca answered by just nodding her head, and her father moved a step closer to embrace her. After a moment, Benton commented in a light tone, “With the trouble our young guest is bringing with him, it almost looks like you would have been better accepting Alexander’s proposal”, and he chuckled.

Judecca’s emotions weren’t quite under control yet, so she pushed her father away from her using more strength than she pretended, and her voice had more poison than she wanted when she answered her father. “I can’t believe you just suggested that, even as a joke”. She then turned around to return to her room.

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It had been more than twenty-four hours since he had met her, but Alex was still mad, very mad. He had a high social standing, his father worked directly under one of the ten members of the council, he had graduated from a good university, his blood purity was above hers, if only by a little, and to top it all off, he was one of the most beautiful males their race had to offer.

“Then why? Does she really think she’s above me? Any bitch in this world would cream her panties when I look at them, she should be thankful that I even talk to her”.

“Some people are too stupid to see the opportunity of their lives even if slapped them in the face. If it was me…”

The woman stopped talking when Alexander raised his left hand from her crotch to slap her in the face. “Who said I was talking to you, or that you could speak, you slut? Go back to your work!”

The woman mumbled an apology and, with teary eyes, she got back to kiss and nip at Alexander’s neck, nape and shoulder while her hand caressed his chest and stimulated his nipples.

In the thirties-styled room, Alexander was sitting on a leather couch, dressed only with his usual jewelry: three chains around his neck, his watch, two bracelets and a few rings. His right hand held a glass of bourbon while his left hand fingered the blond woman by his side without really caring for making her feel good. Another girl, this one a brunette younger than the blonde, was sitting naked on the floor between Alexander’s legs, giving him fellatio.

He drank from his glass and kept thinking aloud. “I can find and conquer as many beautiful women as I want, what I want from her is the connections her family has: first and foremost her father works under another member of the council, that would give me second hand access to connections with two of the ten members. Also, Judecca is a teacher at a university that only our people is allowed to attend. Even if I force her to leave her job as a teacher after the wedding, her older sister is the vice principal, so I can use her to turn the university into a recruitment camp where I can brainwash the young ones into becoming my followers. I’ll expand my influence and overtaking the white seat in the council won’t be just wishful thinking”.

He drank again from his glass, and a thought made his rage rise again. “I’m such a genius schemer, why doesn’t that Curwin bitch bow down to my magnificence? She should just recognize that she’s dying to put down her pants in front of me, just like any other slut in this world”.

The girl that had been teasing his neck and chest raised her face and, after a moment of doubt, raised her voice. “I think you should consider everything carefully, Alex. No matter how much influence or power you have other those under you, you can’t use that to get a seat in the council, you pendik escort must have the power, knowledge and ability to defeat a member in actual combat”.

Alexander sent a hateful glare to the girl, who started shivering. “You had to go and burst my bubble, bitch!” He threw his glass into the hearth, breaking it. While the flames were still raising due to the alcohol, he used his now free hand to punch the girl in the face with enough strength to throw her out of the couch.

At that moment he winced, grabbed the girl that had been sucking him by the hair and lifted her. The brunette screamed and grabbed at Alexander’s wrist to try and steady herself. Alexander screamed at her face. “How many times do I have to tell you to watch your god-damn teeth? Do you want me to pull them out one by one?”

Trying not to cry, the girl answered, “I was being careful, but you started moving suddenly!”

Alexander slapped the right side of her face twice in rapid succession, not minding his strength. He screamed at her face again. “When did you become important enough to talk back to me, you sow?”

The girl didn’t answer and just stood there; hanging by her hair, with her right cheek swelling rapidly while tears rolled down her face and her broken lip dripped blood. Alexander, feeling disgusted, threw her back. She tripped with the low coffee table behind her, tumbling over it and falling to the floor.

Alexander kicked aside the toppled table, and grabbing at the girl’s hips he said, “Come here you little slut, I’m going to teach you a lesson”. He penetrated her without further warning and started ramming at her without any care in the world.

Alexander was slamming his hips into her at a fast pace, slapping the brunette’s butt from time to time. She could do nothing more than stay there on all fours, grabbing at the carpet with her nails, and try to endure.

She couldn’t suppress the moans of pain no matter how hard she greeted her teeth. “Please, Master, I beg you. Slow down for a moment, I can’t withstand this pace right at the beginning!” She pleaded. Alexander slapped her butt again, this time harder, and just like that he introduced a thumb in the girl’s anus. She screamed and squirmed trying to get away from her torturer. “Please, stop, you’re hurting me Master Alex!”

Without taking his finger out, Alexander used his other hand to grab the girl’s hair again and pull it with force. “Who the fuck cares? You’re my bitch. No, you’re lower than that, you’re a toy, a thing, a piece of furniture whose only purpose is to receive my cum and produce little bastards!”

The girl could only open her eyes in horror at the words she had just heard. She stopped trying not to scream, and in answer Alexander sped up his pace with a smile full of teeth. The smile of a mad person who found a dark pleasure in the pain of others.

Without stopping, Alexander looked around and screamed, “Where’s the other slut?!” She appeared, with her nose bleeding and her left eye almost closed due to inflammation. He made a face of displeasure when he saw the state of her face, but even with that, he ordered, “Clean your damn nose and come here to lick my ass hole while I fuck this little piggy”.

With tears in her eyes, the blond girl obeyed her master. Not long after she had joined in, he raised his speed to a frantic rhythm, from there it didn’t take long for him to cum without warning inside the brunette.

After panting for a few minutes, Alexander pushed both girls away from him and stood up. He walked to the door, stopped there for a second, and told the girls without turning around. “I’m gonna get a shower, you sluts clean up this mess”.

Alexander slammed the door shut behind him. Once alone in the now dark room, the blonde girl crawled up to the brunette, they held each other in their arms and they allowed themselves to finally break down, both of them sobbing and crying bitterly.

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Richter started to relax as days went by and nobody came to question him for murder. Perhaps the wound he inflicted on the man wasn’t as serious as he thought, or maybe the police couldn’t find any clue that linked him to the man’s death. Taking into account the injury he had received, maybe they discarded the case as an animal attack. Rich seriously hoped it was the first option.

Rich had spent most of the time cooped up in his room. The first morning, he had asked for a book to read, and he was surprised to know that Benton had ordered for a brand new tablet to be bought and configured for him. This kind of attention made him feel awkward, and he even felt guilty that they were making that kind of expenditures on him. The first thing he did was connect to several news sites. For now, there were no news about fat men with a ripped throat in a dirty alley.

Thanks to the tablet he couldn’t just read books, but also surf the net and play some games, so the mornings were not really tedious, however he soon started to look forward to the evenings, when Judd came back from work and went to his room to see how he was feeling and to chat with him.

When she was there, hours flew by without even noticing. Both of them had a similar opinion in many topics, and in those where they disagreed, they debated and stimulated each other.

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It was a very long and incredibly hot day and it was almost over. The sun as a giant red ball was going down but that was not helping at all — the air was still scorching and Natasha felt extremely tired after many hours of driving through that hostile rocky valley between high mountains somewhere at the end of the world. Her old good friend Jeep Wrangler had a soft top but no air-conditioning so she had to drive topless to stay cool and let the wind take the excessive heat from her nicely tanned body. After driving non stop the whole day Natasha was getting close to the edge of this seemingly endless desert and the landscape was slowly changing. The rocks were getting smaller yielding to hills covered with a dingy grass and real forests could be already seen on the horizon. According to the map there was a lake not far away from her current position. Stopping for a rest was probably a good idea. Natasha imagined how she could be taking off her clothes and running into cool refreshing water totally naked. It was so tempting! She got off the trail and struggled through the rocks towards the possible place of pleasure.

The lake was indeed a refreshing place. Concealed in a deep cavern it looked really charming in contrast to the dusty lifeless desert. The sand beach was closely guarded by palms and high tropical trees so she had to park her car and carve her way through the thicket on foot. The view inside was magnificent. The light blue water framed by the golden sands and the green trees instantly made her forget about the dirty long road. Inspired by the beauty of the place Natasha undressed quickly and rushed into the cool water. Everything was just as she imagined: maltepe escort a playful prelude with clouds of icy splashes followed by a heavenly tranquil pleasure that was taking all worries far far away. Her tired overheated body was revitalising and cooling off. It was a paradise. She was swimming, diving, laughing. Almost an hour passed by when saturated with pleasure Natasha went ashore and laid on the sand. Every muscle in her body was relaxed. In a few moments she fell asleep.

It was a deep night when she woke up. In the moonlight everything was different and mysterious but Natasha was not scared, she was enjoying herself being fully naked and free in this enigmatic world. She approached the water and to her surprise it was much warmer than before. For a moment it even appeared to her that these tiny wavelets on the surface had flocked around her feet and flirted, inviting into the water. She found that amusing and made a few steps into the water accepting this provocation. The next moment the floor disappeared, the overwhelmed girl submerged and begun to sink. Luckily she was a brave female so she quickly managed to pull herself together and with a considerable effort made it back to the surface just to realize that it was only the beginning of the adventure.

In a moment Natasha found herself on a great distance from the shore. Now it was scary. What kind of power was capable of doing such things? Well, that was irrelevant all she really wanted at that bloodcurdling moment was to get out of the water as soon as possible. Heading to the coast the fearful girl made a few strokes when something seized manavgat escort her legs. Natasha roared like a trapped animal. It felt like she was being attacked by stalks. They quickly ascended, winded around her hips and tried to get into the vagina. The whole thing was like an awful nightmare, she could not believe that it was happening for real. Scared to death she started rowing towards the shore as fast as she could, but it was really hard — now the girl had to fight not only the natural resistance of the water but also the unnatural power that already almost completely seized her. She realised that one of the stalks just made it right into her pussy. It was way too much for the poor girl. Natasha started writhing in hysterics and may be that had given her an extra power. Struggling to keep herself afloat she was moving chaotically desperately trying to tear up the fetters which were getting tighter and tighter with every second.

The desperate fight lasted for a good few minutes when she finally managed to break free. The girl made it just enough on shore and blacked out. When in a few minutes she regained conscience, everything around was calm and peaceful like nothing ever happened. A moon walk was shining over the perfectly still water and the girl started to think that it was nothing more then a bad dream. Relieved Natasha sat up, looked down and the very next second a bloodcurdling scream broke over the lake. It was not a dream. The persistent stalk that had managed to get into her vagina was still there. But that wasn’t the most terrifying thing. Coiled tightly around her left thigh it was making şişli escort movements that left not doubt about his intents. The stalk was raping her! It was the scariest moment of her life but same time the situation was so unusual that she felt like the fear yields to a complex yet unknown emotion. It was an unstable mixture of fear, curiosity and pleasure. With interest and growing excitement she was watching its movements. Everything was fucking real. The stalk started to move faster driving itself deeper and deeper in her wet and red-hot pussy. It was the strangest act of love in the world but the woman was totally enjoying it. She was moaning and screaming, her mouth was wide open, the nipples were firm, the whole body was shaking and tears were coming down over her cheeks. She totally lost control. The stalk was tireless. This incredibly sweet torture lasted for hours and during that time Natasha had been conscious absorbing pain and pleasure even though the attack on her senses was way beyond human capacity. Probably it was almost the morning when the exhausted girl finally passed out.

Natasha woke up late when the hot sun was shining bright in the sky above. She sat up and glanced down. The stalk was still in there, but it seemed to be lifeless now. Natasha slowly took it out and found that the plant was absolutely dry inside but on the surface there were traces of a sticky white liquid. The breath taking conjecture was immediately confirmed by plunging a finger into the pussy — the stalk had ejaculated. There was lots of that liquid inside her so it had been not enough time for it to dry out completely. Natasha took a sample and studied it. The scent was different from real sperm. It was a saturated mix of tropical fruits with some subtle shades. She cautiously liked it with top of the tongue. The taste was as nice as the scent. Same moment as she licked it her head begun to spin and then an extreme weakness swept over her body. She made a few convulsive attempts to breath and lost consciousness.

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Prologue: The story so far…the USA and almost every other country in the world has been subjected to a short nuclear war, destroying most civilised life. 19 year old Allie Cooke was a student nurse before the war, and in the shattered remains of Omaha has been tending to the wounded, the sick and the mad. On New Years Day she is kidnapped and brought to a place where she meets a mutant, and a half-naked female prisoner. Bound and gagged, Allie lies at the mercy of an evil she is yet to truly understand.

Chapter 4

As the fetid form of what could only be described as a deformed freak went to grab for Allie’s bra, obviously intending to tear it away from her perky breasts, the door swung open once more. Another shaft of the same incandescent light briefly illuminated the room before another person stormed in, the form of the second person merging with Allie’s tormentor to darken much of the space.

“Not now Jones! Stop…or else.” The voice that issued from the new presence in the room was masculine, fashioned along the lines of well-ingrained authority. Whoever this man was, his command had an instant effect. Jones, the misshapen molester withdrew his hand as if he had stuck it in boiling oil. He took a shuffling step back and cowered as the second man walked over to Allie. Betty, the other female prisoner sharing the room with Allie cried inconsolably, with despair in her voice deeper than before. All Allie could do was lie there and stare up at the ill-lit figure who loomed over her.

“I trust you weren’t hurt by Corporal Jones here Miss Cooke?” The voice seemed calm; solicitous, even. “He can be rather over-eager to make friends,” at which point the stranger softly laughed at his own joke “but please don’t hold it against him. The war…well it left Corporal Jones not just with physical scars.” With a wave of his hand the second man indicated the burnt, twisted and scabbed body of the corporal. He then reached down and removed the gag from Allie’s mouth, and as he izmir escort did this she took in a great breath and coughed for some seconds. Then she tried to focus on who it was that was addressing her. Questions flooded her mind, and it was difficult to coalesce them into any logical speech.

“Who…what am I…who…why am I here? Where am I? Why am I tied….”

The cool detached voice spoke again. “Please, don’t concern yourself with the where and who for now Miss Cooke..”

“How do you know my name?” Allie asked feeling somewhat pissed off that the voice refused to recognize her legitimate need for answers.

“Oh, well let’s just say we’ve been keeping tabs on you Miss Cooke. As one of the most eligible and healthy survivors left in this community, it was necessary to make sure we knew who you were and what you offered us.”

“What do you mean? And who the fuck is ‘we’?” Allie spat this question out with pent up anger. Her situation was driving her crazy, and it didn’t help that the bare breasted woman pinned down near her kept sobbing.

“Language Miss Cooke. Please…just because we are in somewhat unique circumstances doesn’t mean we should abandon all forms of civilized behaviour.” Allie almost gagged on this almost delusionary statement. She was being lectured by a complete stranger who had some part in her being tied up and lying only in her underwear on a mattress whilst a topless woman lay near, pinioned and weeping. All the while a leering, mutant soldier stared at her with obvious carnal intent. The thin veneer of civilization was a joke when the young nurse considered the situation.

“Now you must forgive the lack of refinement in our facilities here, but this is the best my organization could arrange at both short notice and in the general chaos Omaha has descended to. At this point you can call me Sir, and as your stay with us lengthens you’ll learn more about our policies and procedures. kahramanmaraş escort But in the interim…well let’s see what develops hmm?”

If Allie was petrified inside, she tried to retain some outer courage and dignity, as she demanded her release. “Let me go you bastards. Let me go…I have friends at the hospital, in the local council. I have patients that need my help…”

“Allie…you don’t mind me calling you Allie,” the voice asked rhetorically then spoke again “consider your former friends irrelevant, and your work at the hospital is unnecessary. I…or should I say we, have higher and greater plans for you now. They require sacrifice, devotion and dare I say pain…but believe me when I say you will come to understand why you are here and what good you will do. Maybe Lieutenant Hawkins’ example scares you, or discourages you?” The unnamed man standing over Allie nodded at the crying prisoner near Allie. “She was too headstrong, hence her punishment. Cooperate Allie and the likes of Corporal Jones will never make you submit like his ‘friend’ Betty.

When the man who styled himself as Sir said this, the deformed soldier dragged himself over to the pegged officer. His voice hissed as he drew nearer.

“Lieutenant Betty…you look upset.” The mutant bent down and stroked the tears away from her face. His cruelly twisted mouth dribbled a droplet of drool as his stump and finger traced a line under Betty’s chin. “I’m soooo sorry…let me kiss you all better.”

Allie roiled inside with disgust and couldn’t suppress an intake of breath as she watched the mutant Corporal Jones latch his deformed mouth on the right breast of her fellow captive. Lieutenant Betty Hawkins squealed with shock, but a look from the commanding presence of ‘Sir’ silenced her almost immediately. Allie saw this and whilst she wanted to protest at Betty’s molestation she decided that perhaps discretion was the better part manavgat escort of valor.

“Lieutenant Betty,” drawled Jones as he disengaged his lips from her nipple “I’m so glad you left the air force to come and join us here. Help us start a new life, a new society…just like He wants.” Jones twisted his bald and scarred head towards ‘Sir’ and nodded with respect. “Sir wants us to start a new America, a better world. You and your new friend Allie are going to help aren’t you.”

“What the fuck is this freak’s delusion?” Allie asked herself silently. She felt lost, vulnerable, and most of all scared. The pain of her bindings, the embarrassment of only being in her bra and panties, the cold air and the thin lumpy mattress underneath her all combined to exaggerate the weird terror bubbling up inside. Staring at Jones and the bare-breasted army officer, Allie shook her head and closed her eyes, trying to shut out the nightmare.

‘Sir’ walked over to where Betty was being again assaulted by the warped lips and mind of his minion Corporal Jones. “I think our new guest could do with an object lesson Corporal. Why don’t you show Miss Cooke what we have planned for her, and you can use the Lieutenant her as your ‘model’…so to speak.” Jones grunted his assent, and with a leering grin began to climb on top of his victim. Allie’s eyes opened when she heard Betty’s cry of alarm, and even though there was minimal light in the room she saw the monster slide between the legs of the female lieutenant.

‘Sir’ returned to a place closer to Allie and kneeled down so his mouth was near Allie’s right ear. “What you are about to see is something glorious…dare I say spiritual. Corporal Jones and the fair Lieutenant are already acquainted, and by my reckoning the mixture of their respective gene pools will bring forth a new generation of warriors. Even now our plans to repopulate have a solid beginning thanks to Corporal Jones and the willing sacrifice of Betty Hawkins. And you my dear young lady,” the strange commanding voice of ‘Sir’ paused as he licked his lips “will share in this glorious task.” A turn of his head, and the order was given.

“Jones…undo Lieutenant Betty’s pants and see if pleasuring her eases the pain of carrying your child in her womb.”

Allie’s jaw dropped; she was in a madhouse and she was very, very afraid.

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Radioactive City Journal is a a sci-fi story with nonhuman elements. It involves prostitution and a main character that may be a bit meaner than I’m used to writing. It’s going to be a short story.

In other news I am still writing my other story Good Girl. I just haven’t been pleased with how it is ending. I promise that is still on back burner.

Thanks for clicking onto the story I hope you get some enjoyment out of it.

*****

The radioactive city light shone down onto the water puddle. Lux’s footstep broke the straight lines of light and turned them into wavy circular lines that broke out from the center of his foot.

The next moment his foot was gone. Though his step continued to leave its mark until it eventually disappeared as all things do.

He stopped in front of the brothel window and stared at the Mongrol girls out front. They pushed their tits toward him. He smiled and took a step toward the door, but stopped just short.

I’ve got shit to be doing.” He said to himself.

He walked on past the Mongrol brothel. He thought about the sweet soft fur of the human-like doggy bitches. He had never been with a Mongrol before but he had heard stories. He wondered if they would be substantiated.

Lux shook his head. The mantra played in his head again, “I’ve got shit to be doing.”

He walked for another thirty minutes until he arrived at a pawn shop. Still, he looked past the front door and onto the side where a basement could be found. He knocked on the door and a slit opened.

“Who is it?”

“Lux Vanderbilt.”

“Josiah was expecting you an hour ago.”

“I got caught up.”

The door opened to reveal that the voice belonged to a Mongrol. He was large and furry. He was bulky and looked like he could tear you apart if he wanted to. Lux didn’t express this in words, or on his face as he entered the building.

The Mongrol led him inside to Josiah.

“So what is it you need erasing?” He asked simply.

“Not me.”

“Who?”

“You already erased her.”

“I can’t do refunds buddy. It doesn’t work like that.”

Lux removed a picture from his jacket and showed it to Josiah.

“Cute girl. Don’t know her.”

“Her name’s Trip. I heard she came through here.”

“So you got a thing for blondes?” He asked.

“Can you help me?”

“Truth be told?” Josiah said. “I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re wasting my time and time is money. I don’t know who this girl was, but she might have made me money. Now you’re wasting it. I don’t think I want to help you.”

“All you have to do is point me in the right direction.” Lux begged.

“I don’t want to do that either.”

“I’m asking. Please.”

“Larry!” Josiah called for his Mongrol.

“Sir.”

“Get this fuck out of here.”

“Yes Sir!” He lifted Lux by his shoulders and started to walk him towards the door.

“Give me something! Anything! I just need to find her!”

“Hold on,” Josiah said. “What is she? Your girlfriend?”

“No.”

“A wife?”

“No.”

“What? Your favorite whore?”

Lux looked down towards the ground ashamedly.

“Ah, you miss the pussy.” Josiah said. He contemplated. “I can’t help you. But Larry here might know a Mongrol or two who could. Ask him.”

“The Mongrol?” Lux said.

“The Mongrol.” Josiah clarified.

Larry placed Lux back outside.

“Can you help me?” Lux asked.

“With what?”

“Weren’t you listening?”

Larry shrugged.

“I need to find a girl.”

“You got a shirt?”

“A shirt?” Lux said.

“Smell.”

“You can smell it?”

“Me? No. Get a girl. Better smell. Check out Fast Mike’s Brothel. They got Mongrol girls there.”

“I know Fast Mikes.”

“You’ve been?” He asked incredulously.

“Considered going.”

“It’s looked down on.” Larry said.

“Has that ever stopped anybody?”

Larry smiled. “Never stopped me or Cherry.”

“Cherry?”

“Small human girl. She was fun.”

Lux smiled at the thought of a Human with the Mongrol that size. It seemed almost impossible.

Lux thanked Larry and turned away from him. When he got back to the street he turned only to find Rat. His half-human half-rat companion.

“Any luck?” The high-pitched voice emanated from Rat.

Lux sighed. “Got kicked out.”

“So much for having a lead.”

“We got a lead for a lead. Maybe we can use Trip’s old shirt and a female Mongrol to track her down.”

“Do you know any female Mongrols?”

Lux shook his head. “But I know where to find them.”

“Fast Mikes?”

Lux walked into Fast Mikes with trepidation. His steps were slow and considered. Everybody inside the building was a Mongrol. They turned to him and Rat as he entered. He did a small friendly wave, an attempt to prove to himself he was welcomed.

The Mongrols didn’t respond.

He walked up to the front desk.

“You want a girl?” Said an old Mongrol.

“Sure,” Lux replied.

Out walked a line of Mongrol women. They were cute and slim. They had fur that covered their bodies. gümüşhane escort Their hands still looked like human hands, just covered in fur. Lux had heard that Mongrol girls were tighter than any human being, they were also nicer. The lineup stared at Lux impatiently. They were jumping around with smiles on their snouts. They wanted to jump Lux’s bones. Some of them may as well have been in heat.

Lux licked his lips at the anticipation. Nobody here seemed to be judging him, but he expected that their actual thoughts were different. They lived in a world of money. It ran everything and if Lux could pay, what did the rest of it matter?

Lux picked what he thought was the cutest Mongrol girl. Her fur was white with dots along it. Her figure was lithe. She had hips on her that were made for grabbing. He approached gently and put his hand on her hip. She smiled down at him, she was considerably taller.

“You like me?” She said gently.

Lux pulled himself into her fur and through it said, “I like you.”

The Mongrol girl smiled and jumped up. Her tits bounced along with her. She was completely naked, all that covered her was fur.

She guided Lux further into the brothel until they were alone in a room. She laid down on the bed and stared at him.

“You’re cute for a human.”

He approached the bed timidly. He touched her flat stomach and felt her soft fur. It ran under his hands as he left a momentary imprint on her body.

She pulled herself all the way back onto the bed. Lux started to remove his pants.

“Hold on,” She started. “What are we talking about on price and time?”

“Oh. Right.”

“Three hundred for the half-hour.”

Lux looked down toward his pants. His wallet was in his back pocket and he knew he had the money, but he didn’t know if he had wanted to spend it. It was different now that he was in the room with her. Inside of the brothel, with a naked Mongrol pussy ready for him to ravage her. He had heard so many things. That a Mongrol pussy was the tightest there ever was. That their soft fur and dog-like attitude made them the perfect lover. He’d heard it through the grapevine, and never from somebody who admitted to having visited a brothel, or fucked a Mongrol on their own. It was always a friend of a friend.

Still, he was here and tempted. He came for a specific reason, and now he needed to follow through. What was worse, Rat was waiting for him outside. He would question why a simple question would take so long.

Lux thought about this and responded, “Deal. Three hundred for the half-hour.”

The Mongrol girl clapped her hands. She looked genuinely happy to be here with Lux. She crawled over to him and put her fingers on his chest and went further down his torso until she grabbed his cock through his underwear.

“I’m excited to see this. I’ve never seen a human cock before.” It jumped in her hand. “Ooh. You like that don’t you?”

“Yes,” Lux replied. “What’s your name?”

“Gita. Yours?”

“Lux.”

“Lux…” She let it roll off of her tongue. “What a name for my first human.” She let her tongue roll out of her mouth and it hung to the side. She manipulated it to simulate as if she was sucking his cock. “You want this?”

Lux nodded happily.

“Get naked.” She told him.

Lux finished removing his pants and took down his boxers. Gita grabbed at his cock and stroked it gently. It was already hard. Her hand moved up and down the length of it. She put her other hand on his chest and started pulling his shirt upward. Lux took the hint and removed the shirt. Now her fingers were teasing at his naked chest. She leaned forward and licked his skin with her long tongue. He felt a chill go up his spine.

She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. At first it was just his lips and her snout mashed together, but she opened her mouth and her tongue started to explore his face. He opened wider and soon enough their tongues were playing off each other.

Lux pushed his groin closer to her. He was moaning and Gita could see the desperation in his face. He wanted to fuck his first Mongrol pussy more than anything.

She grabbed the back of his head and placed it on her tits. He started to suck through her fur. Her nipples were standing tall and ready for him. He sucked with his arms wrapped around her. He loved the warm feeling she left in him. He loved everything about the Mongrol in that moment.

They both fell back into the bed and Lux started to hump against her softness. His cock was hard and ready to find the inside of her, but he had never fucked a Mongrol and was worried he would miss, or it would be different. He waited for Gita’s guidance, though it didn’t seem to arrive fast enough for his liking. He was humping the air like a dog.

“Excited, aren’t we?” She said. Lux nodded through his desperate moans. He wanted to be inside of Gita more than anything. He wanted to feel the sweet release of her pussy on his cock. He needed it. “It’s exactly where you think it is, hatay escort big boy.”

He kissed her stomach and moved further down her body until he was at her entrance. He started trying to find the tight hole that awaited him, that was promised to him after all these years.

When he found it he let out a loud groan as he pushed in. They were right. A Mongrol pussy was tight. It wasn’t made for a human cock, and as such the different dimensions seemed to have made it perfect for them.

He pushed into her slowly, not wanting to shoot his load all at once. He had paid for thirty minutes and he intended to get it.

It was difficult not to speed up and fuck her quickly. She was tight. She was mewling at him with every thrust. Her hands were wrapped around him, and when he lowered himself to her fur he felt safe.

It was easy enough to cum, but he wanted to enjoy this.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He told her.

“I know.” She moved her pussy against him in countermotion.

“Fuck!” He yelled.

He started to speed up his pace, realizing no matter what he wouldn’t last long. The Mongrol pussy was designed to milk cock as fast as possible and it was doing the job admirably. He fucked her harder and he reached his hand up toward her face. His mouth was on her nipple and his thrusting was frantic. He pushed into and out for as long as possible until his cum started to leak into her fresh Mongrol pussy.

Lux pulled his cock out and stared at the mess he had created. She was leaking human cum.

“That’s a first.” She finished. She reached down and tasted his cum. “Taste’s good.”

“Yeah?” He laid his body on top of hers. Her larger figure held him in place. She wrapped her arms around him and kept him warm for a while.

They cuddled like this for the rest of their time. That was different from a human hooker too. The human would leave you once the fucking was over. A Mongrol couldn’t help themselves, they wanted to be close after fucking, even if it was just a job.

They both cleaned themselves up in the shower in the corner of the room. Gita shook the excess water off her body and Lux grabbed a towel.

Gita was at the door, counting her money, when Lux remembered his real reason for being here.

“Gita, I need a favor.”

“What is it?” She replied.

“Can you help me find somebody?”

Gita frowned in the adorable way that Mongrol women do.

“She’s a girl. She went missing a couple of weeks ago.”

“What do you need me for?”

“The only lead I have is an old T-shirt. A Mongrol, told me girls have a better sense of smell.”

“We do…” She replied.

“Help me find her, please.”

“How much?”

The group started with the Pawn Shop. Lux had Gita smell the area for Trip, but nothing came up. From there they explored the city hoping to catch some sort of scent. They ended at Trip’s old workplace, The HK Brothel.

That was the first ray of hope for Lux.

Gita picked up on the scent and started walking through the city. They went through some shops, a place to eat, to what Lux presumed would have been her apartment.

They had been close but he had never visited where she lived. There were parts of her life that were intended to remain a mystery. That was her role in his life as a whore. She was merely a means of displacing his emotions, but those emotions had displaced too much and now he was in a search for her. He longed for her.

Lux thought, it must be real. he had just fucked a Mongrol and he still wanted Trip. He still needed to see her and tell her–anything. He wasn’t sure what he would say, just that he missed her perhaps. It was that ragged innocence that kept him searching despite himself.

Girls went missing all the time, it was an underground economy that had existed since time immemorial. There was no sense to it. Just the reality some girls were luckier than others when it came to being taken.

The group continued on until they arrived at a nondescript building. Rat moved around the perimeter and climbed up so that he could see inside the windows.

He came back around, “Looks like some sort of drug den.”

“Trip is here?” Lux asked Gita.

She nodded.

“How are we supposed to get in?” Rat asked.

“The only way I know how.” Lux pulled out his plasma pistol.

“You want to invade somebody’s drug den?” Gita said.

“I’ve got to find Trip.”

“Why is this girl so important to you?”

“Because… We share something special.”

“I guess you’ll have to explain just what that is.” Rat said.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you.” Lux said.

“Then don’t, but are we really going to risk our lives for Trip?”

“Do you have a better way to find her?”

“I guess not.” Rat finished.

“Wait for us Gita.”

“This is not worth what you’re paying me.”

“I know,” Lux said.

They started to approach the front door of the building.

“You really should put the gun away.” Rat said. “What if they just let us in the front ısparta escort door?”

“Do you really think it’ll be that easy?”

“Eh… No.”

“So?” He replied.

He gripped his plasma pistol and pulled back the energy coil. He walked with Rat towards the front door and shot up the lock. The door gave way, and they rushed inside. The Mongrols waiting inside were armed. Counterfire started to move from within the building towards Lux. There were shouts and screams from other people.

Girls started running from room to room. Lux and Rat made sure to move slowly through the building. Taking the time to clear each of the rooms. They found naked men ready to fuck a variety of girls. Human, Mongrols, they even saw a Swine.

Lux had to hide his disgust as the human in the room hid his massive erection.

Lux wanted to shoot him out of a sense of disgust, but he held himself back.

He exited the room and found himself face to face with a Mongrol who grabbed him by the throat. He was lifted off the floor and thrown back. His plasma pistol scattered backward while Rat hopped onto the Mongrols back. He started to scratch him, piercing the skin and leaving blood fur where he attacked. The Mongrol tore at his back attempting to remove Rat.

From beyond him came more gunfire. Typical blaster rounds. Old-style weaponry. The sounds echoed through the building and lit up their origin point. They continued to fire in short bursts. One of the rounds missed Rat and obliterated the Mongrols head. He collapsed onto the floor as Lux shuffled for his pistol. He began to fire back against the blaster rounds. Rat moved quickly and avoided the gunfire, finding himself face to face with the men with guns. Lux took the opportunity to fire off a few rounds.

Rat punched the man in front of him, disarmed him, and blasted his face with his own weapon.

A Mongrol tried to come from behind Rat but his arm was obliterated by the plasma pistol.

“Enough!” Yelled one of the Mongrols from beyond their line of sight. “Why are you here?”

“I’m looking for a girl!”

“We got plenty!”

“Her name is Trip.”

“Don’t got her.”

“She’s here. A Mongrol sniffed her out… Rat, go get Gita.”

Lux kept his plasma pistol aimed down the hallway, expecting at any moment that the Mongrol behind the voice would have a change of hearts.

Both their heads peaked out and they locked eyes. Lux winked. The Mongrol shook his head.

Gita returned and started sniffing through the rooms. She walked past the sex rooms and through to where Lux stood. She pointed down the hall.

“She’s down there.”

Lux took a moment. He locked eyes with the Mongrol.

“You have what I want.”

“Ain’t nobody here named Trip, I promise you that.”

“Her shirts here.”

“That doesn’t mean shit!”

“I want her.”

“Man! This must be some bad bitch for you to go through all this trouble.”

“She’s my bitch.” Lux said.

The Mongrol could be seen rolling his eyes.

“These the kinds of people you roll with?” He asked Gita.

“I don’t roll with anybody. They paid me to be here.”

Lux shot the plasma pistol into the air. “This is all besides the point. Who do you have back there?”

“She’s just some whore!”

“What if she’s my whore?”

“Her name is Annabelle.”

“Annabelle,” Lux said. “Let me see her.”

“Come on in.” The Mongrol said sarcastically.

“Drop your weapons first.”

“Fine.”

The Mongrol tossed his weapons onto the ground. Rat moved to collect them and get them out of the way.

They entered the very back of the building. In the corner, cowering, was Annabelle. She was young and innocent looking. Her face had rounded features of youth.

Lux looked at her and recognized her.

“You know Trip.” He said.

“Who?” She replied.

“Trip. You worked with Trip.”

“I don’t know a Trip.” Annabelle replied.

“Why are you here?”

“They brought me here.”

“Do you know who you are?” Lux asked.

She shook her head.

Lux got down to her level and grasped her face. “They wiped you didn’t they?”

She nodded.

“You really have no idea who Trip is, because you don’t know who you are.”

“Fuck. I wish I knew your name. I really do. It probably isn’t Annabelle. We slept together once.”

“Was I a whore?” She asked.

Lux nodded. “A good one.”

“Let’s get you out of here.” He helped her off the ground and took her hand. “Somehow, you’re going to help me find Trip.”

The Mongrol stopped Lux. “You think you can just take my whore? I paid good money for her.”

“You paid to have her wiped?”

The Mongrol smiled. “What does it matter to you?”

“It matters quite a lot.” Lux aimed his plasma pistol at the Mongrol’s chest. “Who was it?”

“Uh…”

“I don’t have all day.”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know or you won’t say?”

“He’s from Jakoba. He’s a Human who’s mixed in with some Mongrols like us.”

Lux watched Gita’s hip walk their way out of the taxi. He imagined himself with her, inside of her. He imagined what else he would like to do with her. He wondered if he would ever see her again. There was no reason for them to cross paths again, no reason for him to return to a Mongrol brothel except for his own depraved needs. He knew that Humans and Mongrols shouldn’t be together, there was something unholy about it.

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I saw Aristos every day, but I never grew tired of watching them walk, the women anyway. They glided like swans over water, their clothing billowing and floating around them like a vision from Heaven. They looked like a different species compared to me and my kind.

The three who’d just entered the room were no exception, they were paragons of radiance and vitality and impossible wealth. They took no notice of me, obviously. They chatted continuously in their strange language, their voices clear and confident, but not overly loud, their decorum naturally flawless. They were so tall and slender and perfect they didn’t look real.

I positioned myself on the floor in the shadows where I could see them, but where I knew I wouldn’t intrude on their gazes. I watched as they settled themselves at a table by one of the windows. The colourful layers of their dresses swished and glittered as they arranged them around their elegant legs. They sat across from each other, each taking a side at the high, triangular table.

I knelt and studied them out of the corner of my eye, to look directly would be disrespectful. They were dressed in what I knew was the latest in Aristo fashion. They wore large, ostentatious hats that so were so complex they must have been designed by architects. Their dresses were made of multiple flowing layers of translucent material, each was gossamer thin, but they overlapped with enough density to give only a hint of the perfect bodies that lay beneath. The fabric of their dresses was animated too. As if by magic subtle patterns and shapes flowed across them, flowers bloomed, butterflies flitted, a stylised predator chased and caught its prey.

I stayed as still and quiet as I could. They’d signal when they were ready to be served, and they wouldn’t want to be kept waiting, I had to be invisible but attentive.

They chatted animatedly, although I couldn’t understand a word. Must be one of the Executive languages I decided, although Lord Director-knows which one. They projected hologram vids from their jewellery onto the table. Miniature people strode across the surface, talking and laughing and kissing. The figures looked like other Aristo women. Likely they were judging the fashion choices and assassinating the characters of ‘friends’ who weren’t present. There was plenty of laughter, it sounded cruel.

The woman with the orange flowers in her hat seemed to be leading the conversation. Likely she held the highest rank of the three, and likely it’d be her who’d initiate the proceedings. I watched closely.

Their conversation continued without slowing, but the Aristo with the orange flowers turned her body to the side away from the table. She opened her legs a touch. She didn’t move her upper body as she did so, she remained facing her two companions, no one would see she’d moved unless they were kneeling on the floor. Her hand dropped below the surface of the table as if she was adjusting her dress. She made the signal with her fingers.

I stayed low as I moved towards them, treading softly. I approached at an angle that would keep me hidden from the other two. Our client’s preferred not to see me, most liked to pretend I didn’t exist. Some would occasionally stroke me or acknowledge my presence in some other offhand way, but they never spoke to me. Worst would be if I accidentally make eye contact, the very idea made my blood run cold.

I dropped to my knees at the Aristo’s feet. My head was far below the level of the table, the other two wouldn’t be able to see me, I was hidden.

Now I’d have to wait on the floor until the Aristo made another signal. It might be seconds, or minutes, or sometimes it was even longer. Perhaps she’d even change her mind and I’d have to kneel here until she remembered me and gestured me away.

I didn’t have to wait long though. She didn’t stop talking, but I heard the rustle of silk as she began to part the layers between her legs. I looked up and saw a supple, golden thigh and my heart leapt into my throat. She continued to part the layers of her dress and I saw more and more of her until she was completely exposed to me. I wasn’t supposed to look, but I couldn’t help myself.

She lifted her hands away and up to the table, but she spread her legs further apart for me. She leaned back a touch and slid towards the edge of her chair. Above it would appear as if nothing was going on, the other two would suspect, of course, but it would be beyond rude to draw any kind of attention to it.

I leaned forwards and placed a small kiss on the inside of one of her knees. Her skin was smooth and flawless giresun escort and tasted of something sweet, of how I imagined nectar tasted. I started to kiss my way slowly up her inner thigh and she spread her legs wider for me. My lips met the soft skin at the top of her thigh and she very subtly shifted towards me, indicating I was allowed to move further. I kissed the crease where leg met body, then I moved across and kissed between her thighs.

I kissed her all over. I started light and soft at first, but my kisses became firmer. I sucked one outer lip gently into my mouth, then the other. I pressed my lips against her flesh and parted her with my mouth. I started licking her, I ran my tongue up and down the length of her in slow, languid laps.

I heard her talking above and it was like nothing was happening below. She made no sounds of pleasure, but I could feel her body reacting. She parted her legs even further and started to press herself against me. Her wetness spread over my nose and cheeks.

I ran my tongue all over her pussy, exploring her, stimulating each part of her, but as I licked I began to focus more of my attention on the nub of her clitoris. I ran my tongue alongside and then around it in circles. I pushed the hood back with my tongue and flicked the tip of it lightly across her clit. She pressed herself against me again, signalling for more.

I licked her in a steady rhythm dictated by the subtle movements of her hips. Still she talked, still she dominated the conversation above, but I could feel the tension building within her. She silently urged me on faster and she pressed herself against me harder.

I felt fingertips touch my head for the briefest of moments and I knew she was close. I dared to reach up and touch her with my hands. She didn’t stop me, so I made sure my thumbs were wet, then I began to stroke her slick outer lips as I lapped at her.

Her legs began to tremble and she stopped talking momentarily. She touched my head again and I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue over the end of it. Her thighs came together and pressed against my head. She locked me in place and pulled me against her so hard I couldn’t breathe, but I kept licking and sucking her as she came, I tried to prolong her orgasm for as long as I could.

Her thighs opened and released me when she was done. She was talking above me again. I kept kissing and licking her gently though until she pushed me away. I knelt at her feet as she adjusted her dress to cover herself again.

Now that the highest ranked of the Aristo women had been served the other two were free to proffer my services, if they so desired. I shuffled back into the shadows and waited.

The Aristo with the lightest hair moved first, she opened her legs and made the signal. I moved to kneel at her feet and she spread her dress apart for me. I began to kiss her thighs but she placed a hand on the back of my head and pulled me into her. I ran my tongue between her lips and she was slick already.

I tried to explore her with my tongue but she wriggled her hips and pressed her clit against me to show what she wanted. I licked her with firm, fast strokes and she came quickly. She made no noise, but she bucked against my face so hard I feared her actions would be visible to the other two.

The third Aristo summoned me to her feet shortly after. I knelt before her, but she made me wait an age before she eventually opened her legs and spread her dress. She had me lick her for such a long time, she kept moving her clitoris away from my tongue, she drew her pleasure out of me before she finally allowed me to bring her off. She didn’t make a sound, naturally, but I could feel the strength of her orgasm in the trembling of her legs and I was proud of myself.

I made sure the Aristos didn’t require my services again, then I shuffled back to my hiding place to watch over them. I was confident they hadn’t seen me, and that I’d brought them off with sufficient skill that they’d return again. I allowed myself a smile of contentment as I cleaned my face with a napkin.

The three Aristos departed shortly after. and then it became an unusually quiet day. Women sat at a few other tables, but not enough to keep all of us busy at one time. I sat in the shadows and waited until it was my turn to serve again.

After a time two young Aristos sauntered in. If the previous three had been powerful Executives, these two looked like their teenage daughters. They had the confidence that all Aristos seem to be born yalova escort with, but tinged with an edge of arrogance – the smiles on their faces looked like sneers and they talked more loudly than was polite, in fact, it looked like they were mildly intoxicated.

They scared me, they looked like trouble. I looked around in the desperate hope that someone else was free to serve them, but I knew it was no good, it was my turn.

I moved into position and watched them walk across the room. They wore no hats, and their dresses, whilst conceptually similar to the previous Aristo women’s, were made of coarser and darker material, they looked drab, almost industrial looking. They were more revealing too, the layers were shorted and the gaps between them wider.

They also chatted incessantly, but they spoke in a different sounding language to the previous clients. They were definitely high on something I decided, their eyes looked glazed and one of them stumbled as she walked. Her companion laughed at her so loud people turned to look.

They walked past the tables towards a wide, open window at the back of the chamber. They leant against the window ledge as they chatted and looked out at the hustle and bustle of the market below. I watched them warily. I assumed they’d eventually move away and settle at a table when they got bored, but then one of them reached behind her back and made the gesture with her hand.

I was astonished, I was sure I didn’t understand, she couldn’t possibly want to be served there, in full view, could she? That would be highly improper.

The other Aristo girl laughed and copied her friend, reaching back and making the same gesture.

Panic rose inside me. I couldn’t disobey them, that would be unimaginable, but they couldn’t want this, surely? It would be a scandal. I’d lose my job, or worse.

The first girl made the gesture again and they collapsed into fits of laughter.

My legs trembled as I shuffled towards them, I had to obey an Aristo, whatever they wanted, it was the law. I settled myself behind them and I prayed that they’d get up and move to a table.

To my horror the first Aristo girl reached back and began to part her dress. I couldn’t believe what she was doing, I felt sick with fear. I prayed to the Lord-Director that she’d stop, but she didn’t, she kept parting the layers of her dress until she’d revealed her chubby little bottom and her manicured cunt. She stayed leaning over the window sill, she stepped her legs apart for me. I’d never seen anything so ill mannered and brazen. And then she made the gesture behind herself again.

I had no choice. I shuffled forwards between her legs. I craned my face up and I began to kiss and lick her pussy. They continued to talk and laugh too loudly.

The young woman started to press herself back against me roughly as I licked her, she rubbed her wet cunt and her buttocks all over my face without any decorum. I heard the tone of the conversations in the room behind me changing, I knew the other clients were watching and voicing their shock and disapproval.

I was mortified, but what else could I do? I couldn’t stop and tell her no, so I did the opposite, I licked that young woman as best I could in the hope she’d come quickly and then this whole terrible affair would end. I pressed my face into her and flicked my tongue rapidly over her clitoris and I felt her begin to tremble and I relaxed somewhat. But then, to my absolute horror, she moaned.

I heard people gasp behind me. I froze in shock, but she pressed her cunt against my face to make me keep going. I closed my eyes and lapped at her clit hard and fast, but then she did it again, she moaned, louder this time. Her companion laughed at her.

This whole scene was becoming more disgraceful by the second. I was terrified, I was becoming desperate, I wasn’t thinking straight, I took a terrible risk and I behaved with astounding impudence myself. I reached up and placed my hands on the girl’s fleshy buttocks and pulled them apart so I could bury my face into her deeper and get my lips around her clit. I attacked her with gusto, sucking and licking her vigorously.

To my utter humiliation, and to hers, surely, she moaned louder and louder and started writhing lewdly all over my face. If she wasn’t careful the people in the market below would look up and see and they’d share in her disgrace too. There’d be outrage, the reputation of the whole establishment would be destroyed.

Despite my best efforts the young lady took her time over her yozgat escort pleasure, she repeatedly pulled away from my face to stop herself coming, before sitting back onto me again and squirming on my tongue.

Finally, thankfully, she eventually came, although she did so with heart-stopping noise, she made great groaning and gasping sounds the like of which I’d never heard in all my life. She reached back and grabbed my hair and pulled me into her roughly as she did so. I continued licking and sucking at her until she shoved me away with her foot.

It was over, finally. I prayed they’d step away from the window and leave and that maybe, just maybe, I’d be spared. But they didn’t move. They stayed there, leaning against the window ledge as they chatted and giggled.

And then it got so much worse. I watched with unbelieving dread as the first girl reached over to her friend and started parting her clothes to expose her bottom too. Then she made the gesture above her friend’s bare behind.

I was a dead man. They both laughed as I moved across and pushed my face between the other girl’s cheeks and started licking.

The second young lady was marginally more restrained than the first, although she behaved in much the same way. She made little effort to hide what was happening, she moaned openly and wriggled on my face. I guessed the first girl was the ringleader, and the second her accomplice, less rebellious but willing to follow. She still made a disgraceful scene of herself as she came though.

At last my humiliation was over. At last they’d leave and I could face the punishment I was due. But I was so wrong.

Unlike her companion, it turned out the second young lady wasn’t finished with me yet. She spread her legs further, then reached back and held my head and pulled me into her again. She dropped her hips though and her pussy was too low for me to lick. It took me long seconds to understand what she wanted. When I did I felt sick with shame. I leaned forwards and began to kiss the pucker of her anus.

Never in my life had I been subjected to, or even heard of, such atrocious behaviour, not from an Aristo. I had no choice though, I closed my eyes as I licked her arsehole.

At first I’d decided these two young ladies must be from the very lowest rungs of the Executive class, as clearly they didn’t know how to behave. But a much more chilling idea occurred to me as I licked that young woman’s bottom. What if it was the opposite? What if these two were from such powerful families that they were used to doing whatever they wanted, no matter how outrageous? What if they were so well connected they were beyond reproach? If that was the case they could easily have me executed if I didn’t obey them, if I didn’t make sure I satisfied them properly.

I summoned all my professional pride and began to lick her anus as best I could. I flicked the tip of my tongue over every wrinkle and crease. I pressed the flat of it against her sphincter. I began to slide it into her and fuck her with it as she grew wetter and looser.

She began to press herself back into me. She groaned loudly and deeply the first time I managed to push my tongue all the way into her. I tried to feel pride, but there was only the deepest shame, I’d never been treated like this, with such casual disdain. Her anus began to twitch around my tongue as I slid it in and out of her.

It got worse, of course it did. As I licked her arse the young woman reached between her legs and began touching herself, as if she were alone, and not in a respectable place of business.

Oh it was awful, she brought herself off to another loud orgasm as I fucked her bottom with my tongue, she gasped and moaned and behaved like she was a gutter animal rather than a member of our ruling elite.

When she pushed me away I looked up and saw the first girl had turned and was watching us closely. Our eyes met and I flinched away but I saw the glee and the malice on her face. She turned back to face the window and spread her dress again and of course she wanted me to service her in the same way too. I moved over. I reached up and pulled her cheeks apart and burried my tongue in her arse.

The room was empty when they finally left, all our other clients had fled in outrage and disgust. Likely they were desperate to begin spreading such delicious gossip too.

The business took a hit, obviously, we lost all our regular clients and our name was forever tarnished amongst the respectable clientele. But we found we became popular with the younger generation.

My superiors were outraged at me for the part I’d played, but I was spared, I had a new use now after all. It appeared that a trend had been born that dreadful day amongst the younger of the Aristo women. The daughters of our powerful rulers now stand at our tables and bare their bottoms from behind, and I’m always the first who kneels behind them to do what they require.

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LEVERIA

I walked to the dungeons, my footsteps echoing into the still night. The guard nodded to me and opened the iron door. He guided me by torchlight through the catacombs, the wails and shrieks of captured beasts echoing through the halls. I followed with one hand on his shoulder, carefully watching my footsteps as I navigated the uneven stairs. A familiar voice reached my ears. Mother’s sobs rang through the dark halls, each new lamentation punctuated by a whimper. Her cell was lit with torches, a courtesy reserved for imperial prisoners, no doubt. That was the only courtesy given. Her wrists were shackled loosely in her lap, and her ankles were clamped firmly to the floor. She had enough room to squat if she had the strength, and relieve herself in the bucket beside her. The state of her dress told me she wasn’t very accurate. I bit my hand to suppress the laugh. To see the proud, elegant and noble Trenaria Tiadoa lowered to such a state was positively delightful. I tried to imagine Yavara the same way, but couldn’t. Truth be told, I took after Mother much more than Yavara did. Yavara was all jawline, cheekbones and chin, while Mother and I were portraited much more delicately.

“Leave us.” I said to the guard, taking his keys.

Mother’s grief muted at the sound of my voice. She searched the darkness, her eyes squinting to discern what the torchlight had left behind. “Leveria? Is that you?”

“Yes, Mother.” I said as I stepped into the torchlight.

Her face twisted. “It’s so good to see you!”

“I needed to come.” I said, reaching the bars of her cell, “I couldn’t let you spend your last night alone.”

“This doesn’t have to be my last night!” Mother cried, “Leveria, you must go to your father and convince him that Glendian is lying! You always had a way with him. Please, go tell him that I never betrayed him!”

“Didn’t you say you laid with an incubus?”

“I did, and I’m ashamed,” Mother said, averting my gaze, “but I never knew about any of the other things Glendian spoke of.”

“I want to believe you.” I said, resting my head against the bars, “But how can I, Mother? My word might mean something to Father, but I won’t lie.” I gave her a somber look, “I think he’s been lied to enough on your behalf.”

Mother gulped, her eyes filled with shame. If only she’d known I wasn’t talking about her. “Glendian has a journal.” Mother finally said, “All the headmasters keep one. A meeting with the queen about cryptic census information would surely be noteworthy. Make him prove he met with me.”

“He would just say you made him strike it from the record.”

“He can’t strike it from the record. Those journals are spellbound; he said so himself.” Mother offered a rueful smile, “I wish I’d thought of it when I was up there, but I was never as quick-witted as you or your father.”

“Glendian’s journal…” I pondered. That had been an egregious oversite on my part, “If someone were to produce it to Father with just the right amount of conviction, it could blow Glendian’s entire account to the wind. It would at least force a stay of execution.”

“That’s all I need, just a week.” Mother insisted with a nod, her eyes filled with desperate hope, “Clartias hates me now, but it will cool with enough time.”

Oh Mother, I thought, You’ve been married to him for decades, and you don’t even know him. Father’s hatred is colder than ice. But I didn’t say anything, only stared at her, watching her equanimity crumble with every second of silence. Her gaze faltered, and she bowed her head.

“I was always so cruel to you, Leveria.” Mother whispered, “I’m so sorry. You’re such a good daughter, such a sweet girl.”

“You never loved me.” I said flatly.

“But I did!” Mother insisted, “I was just… I never wanted to be a mother, and it was only after I’d failed with you that I realized my error. I didn’t love Yavara more than you; I was just better practiced.”

“Or was it because you knew Yavara was not of Father’s blood?”

“No!” Mother said with such fervor that it couldn’t be a lie. She wasn’t that good a liar, “Clartias and I had our differences, but I loved him! How could I know Yavara wasn’t his?! Leveria, you must know in your heart of hearts that I speak the truth about Glendian! Someone in the Noble Court got to him! I never knew I carried the Dark Queen in my womb!”

“Who, Mother?” I demanded, “If it is a plot, then who laid it?” I grabbed the bars between us and glared down at her, “You know how this works, and I hate it as much as you do, but it’s how the world is. You need to point the finger at someone else!”

“Lord Xantian?” Mother climbed to her feet, “Everyone knows he’s had his ambitions set on Tundra silver. A war would increase his chances to claim them by conquest.”

“Xantian is a shrewd businessman, and not one to risk such a gamble.”

“Lady Jonias has always had eyes for Clartias.” Mother spat, “She’s a bold one.”

“Bold and stupid.” I sighed, “I’ve uncovered her ‘plots’ before, though she did very little to keep them zonguldak escort concealed.”

“Not Feractian, not Huntiata, and certainly not Straltaira…” Mother puzzled over it, “Droughtius? He’s the field marshal. He would have a lot to gain from war.”

“And his father killed Glendian’s in a duel.”

Mother let out long breath, then said, “Ternias.”

“Your own cousin?”

“You know how he is.” Mother sneered, “Always the smartest man in the room, always so careful. His plots have plots.”

“But what would he have to gain?”

“He’s third in line, though it wasn’t like I stood in his way. Yavara did, but he doesn’t have to worry about her anymore.” Mother snorted, resting her head against the wall, “Still, he’s the only one of them who could’ve pulled it off.”

“Is he?” I asked, “Think, Mother; who has the most to gain from your death?”

“I don’t know!” Mother cried, “I lost my worth the moment I married your father! Ever since then my only value has been my ability to make children!” Mother dropped her head, “And even that, I failed at. Oh, Yavara…” Mother sniffled, “I know I should hate her, but I can’t. You think it’s because I’m a traitor, but it’s just mother’s love. You’ll understand when you have a child.”

I placed a hand on my belly. “Then I’ll reach enlightenment in the winter.”

Mother’s gaze shot to mine, and her face broke into a wide smile. “You’re pregnant?”

I nodded.

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Mother’s joy was unfeigned and unfettered, “I’m so happy for you and Eric!”

“It’s a boy.”

“Well, you can’t know that yet.” Mother smiled crookedly at me, “Everyone always proclaims it’s a boy, and half are disappointed.”

“But I know.” I said, resting my other hand on my belly, “And I have decided to name him Clartias, after his father.”

“After your father.” Mother corrected with a small laugh.

“Yes, that too.” I chuckled back. Mother laughed with me for a second, then her smile slowly faded. A frown creased her lips when she looked at me, and I stared implacably back. Then her frown unhinged, and her eyes went wide, and I saw in their depths the pieces aligning. Every little suspicion she’d denied and discarded, every whisper she’d decided not to hear, every spot of red lipstick on Father’s collar she decided was the result of a shaving error. They clicked into perfect place behind her eyes, and the mosaic they made was of a horror worse than the gallows or the noose. For I’d taken her past, her very identity, and I’d shattered it. God, it was beautiful.

“No.” She whispered, unable to give voice to the words.

“Yes,” I smiled broadly, “for six years, Father has loved me. Not you, Mother, never you. You were only ever a means to an end for him, and that end was me. I made sure of it.”

“No.” She couldn’t believe it, “No.”

“The truth is always so painful.” I laughed at her, “Though in your case, I suspect the lie is quite excruciating as well. But don’t worry, Mother, I’m here for you.” I pulled the lever beside the door, and the chain that linked Mother’s wrists to the ceiling grew taut. She was forced upright with her hands overhead, and I made sure to crank the lever until her ankles and wrists were white with pressure. Then I opened the door, and dropped my bag of goodies on the floor before her. “You know, I’ve never tortured someone before. I’ve had people tortured, of course; it’s a necessary evil of spycraft, and while it can be gruesome, I’ve found at times that it can also be quite… exhilarating.” I pontificated as I searched my bag, “There’s a sexual aspect to it that people rarely talk about. Oh, people rarely talk about such a taboo subject as it is, but when they do it’s always about the victim. They never talk about the torturers.” I pulled out a knife, and turned to Mother with a broad smile on my face. She just gawked at me, her eyes so wide they seemed to pop from her skull. “The torturers love their victims,” I sauntered over to her, twirling the knife between my fingers, “for they give them unfettered truth.” I stopped before Mother, so close I could nearly taste her breath. “Isn’t that all sex is? A desire to make someone react to you with whole-hearted honesty? Even the most descriptive sonnet cannot translate as much truth as a single breathy moan.” I slid the knife’s blade slowly up her thigh, watching the terror rising in her eyes, “Or one ear-splitting shriek.” I stopped a hair’s breadth from her slit, her womanly heat radiating onto my hand, “Tonight, we are going to be very, very honest with each other, Mother.”

I slashed upward. Mother screamed, but it was only with the expectation of pain. The blade sliced her dress from skirt to bodice, and the sleeveless garment cascaded from her in two halves. Mother was beautiful. Her forty years were barely expressed in the lines on her neck and the subtle drooping of her large breasts, but nowhere else. Her flesh was so white it was nearly porcelain, contrasting beautifully the pink fethiye escort targets of her nipples, and the blush of her womanhood. The hole I’d come from.

“There are many forms of torture besides physical pain.” I said, setting the knife down, “A skilled torturer knows what best to employ for each victim.” I smiled coyly at Mother, “I’m afraid I’m a virgin at this, so please don’t judge my performance too harshly.” I reached behind myself, and undid the lacing on my gown. The garment fell from me in a cascade of silk, revealing a black leather corset that ended above my naval, fishnet stockings, and nothing else. I watched with growing excitement as Mother’s horror turned to revulsion.

“Don’t you think I’m beautiful?” I grinned at her, “I’ve been told by the highest authority in the kingdom that I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.” I reached between Mother’s legs, and gently ran my fingers through her petals. She hissed and tore her gaze away, blinking tears down her cheeks. “Father was my first experience with a man. He showed me so much of what it meant to be a lover. Desire, rage, jealousy, and most of all, power. It only makes sense that you should be my first experience with a woman. Thank you for giving me this.”

I pushed my fingers inside. Mother gasped, her neck striating with cords, her jaw twitching. I breathed excitedly onto her throat as I explored her insides with three digits, savoring the heat of her, the softness, and the wetness.

“I’ve never raped anyone before.” My words were punctuated with breath, “I never understood why such brutish pleasures would appeal to anyone, but now I see. There’s an art to it, isn’t there? You are an orchestra of emotion, and I am the conductor. I will make you play beautiful music.” I pressed myself to her, breast to breast, thigh to thigh, “How weak a woman you are, to lose your husband to your own daughter!” My thumb pressed into her clit, rubbing vigorously until it engorged on its own accord, “What kind of a wife so fails her spouse that he seeks the pleasure of his own child?”

Mother shut her eyes tight, the tears filming at their creases. The muscles in her jaw twitched, but she would not relent a sound.

“The things he did to me, Mother…” I moaned on her throat, “I never said ‘no’ to him. While you laid there like a corpse to take his cock, he was thinking about me consuming him with relish in any hole he so desired, in any way he so desired.” I chuckled lowly, “He even had me chained up like you once, only I wasn’t weeping like a bitch, but begging like a whore!”

Mother gritted her teeth and whined, the tears rolling freely down her cheeks. My fingers were thick with her nectar, coerced by a pleasure she didn’t want, but could not deny.

“And now here you are, trying not to moan as your own daughter rapes you, trying not to come to the idea of her fucking your husband, her father.” My thighs were wet with my arousal, “You’re going to die tomorrow, Mother, so why not enjoy tonight? Stop resisting what your body craves.” I licked her from collar to chin, drawing a wet line up her clenching neck, “Come on, show me the woman who opened her legs for a monster!”

I pushed every finger of my molesting hand into her heat, and felt her close gratefully around me, her moist walls fluttering with glee. Her clit was engorged and red, throbbing wildly under my thumb, but despite it all, she kept her pride. Even when her pelvis contracted, and her belly clenched with ecstasy, all she did was hiss through clenched teeth as she saturated my wrist and thighs with her release.

“I must commend you, Mother.” I said breathily, my vision hazed with my arousal, “You’re stronger than I thought.” I withdrew from her, her petals opening about my retreat, my fingers webbed with her viscous lust, “It’s strange,” I mused, bringing the hand to my face, “I don’t think I’ve ever been attracted to a woman before, but you,” I smelled what was on my hand, and shivered, “you’ve awoken something in me. I didn’t think you had anything worth teaching me, but how wrong I was.” I tested my fingers with a tentative lick, then grinned up at her, “You are teaching me so many things I didn’t know about myself.” I walked away, sucking my fingers clean.

I reached into my bag, and pulled out a long syringe. It was filled with purple fluid that bubbled when disturbed. “When I asked my head interrogator about the best ways to torture a woman, he eagerly gave me a list. Most involved inserting sharp hot objects into sensitive places. I told him I needed something more refined. He told me about this,” I turned around and presented the syringe, “succubus blood extract. The Sea Snakes use it on slave cargo bound for the orc empire across the sea. Frightened maidens are loaded in Ardeni, and mindless breed-mares are unloaded in Hektinar.”

I paced methodically toward Mother. “If you don’t open your eyes, I will cut your lids off.” I said quietly. Her eyes crept open, unleashing the flood of tears alanya escort she’d kept there. I wiped one away with my thumb, and tasted it. “Delicious.” I smirked, then grabbed one of her breasts, and angled the nipple toward myself. She shuddered, her hands clenching to fists above her shackles. “I am deathly curious to see the effects of this.” I said, rubbing my thumb over her nipple until it was hard and moist, “You’re a test run, you see.” I aimed the point of the needle, “If this works how I hope it will, I intend to use it for my espionage program.” I pushed the needle into her nipple, and smiled as she whimpered, “I figure that if a band of filthy pirates can break women with just a chemical, then imagine what I can do with it. What ideas could I plant into a broken mind before building her back up, and sending her on her way?” I depressed the plunger, and looked into Mother’s eyes as they bulged, “Unfortunately for us, I’m afraid there isn’t enough time to build you back up. We only have time for the breaking.”

Mother’s pupils contracted to dots, then expanded to consume her sapphire irises. She convulsed violently in her binds, the chains rattling, her wrists rubbing raw. Her muscles clenched under her silken skin, and she growled and shook as though trying to expel the poison that battled her body. Then she gasped, a sound like a drowning woman’s last breath, and her head fell to her chest, her white-blonde hair curtaining her face. From the hunch of her shoulders, I saw her diaphragm ease to steady, heavy breathing. She relaxed in her binds, her clenched fists opening to splayed fingers. She tilted her face toward me, and upon it was an expression so ravenous and lecherous that it almost took me aback. “What did you do to me?” She whispered.

“Ah, so she does speak.” I giggled, “I was worried that I’d heard your last words. How do you feel?”

“You’ll pay for this, Leveria.” Mother hissed, her voice heavy, “You’re not as clever as you think you are.”

“I believe I asked you a question, Mother.” I said, grabbing a nipple, and twisting, “How do you feel?”

Mother screamed, a sound filled with such primal joy that tears welled in her eyes. She shifted in a desperate dance, her body moving in a way I never would have thought possible. Mother was elegant, statuesque and stoic, but within her was the carnal nature every woman possessed, the baser instincts of a bitch in heat to proffer herself for use. Her belly stretched below her presented breasts, her back arched to enhance the bulge of her ass, and her thighs rubbed, desperately trying to quell the craving between them. I twisted her nipple until her eyes were rolling back, then I released.

Mother heaved in desperate breaths, whimpering and moaning in turn. Then, she began to laugh. “All you’ve done is created a vacuum on the throne.” She turned her face upward, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glistening, “Do you think Clartias will stay a bachelor until your coronation? He’ll have to remarry, and whichever wife he chooses will do everything in her power to make sure you never live to see the crown!”

I laughed with her, and pinched her other nipple. “Well whoever the lucky bachelorette is, she’d better hurry; she only has ten hours.” I savored the realization dawning in her eyes, then I twisted with both hands. She shrieked this time, her head whipping back, her hair flailing in an arc behind her. I torqued until her breasts were spiraled with shadows of fat, and the more I tortured her, the more her body bent to me. She pressed her breasts until my knuckles were consumed in the succulence, wanting me to do worse, begging me with everything but her words. I released her, then trailed my fingers down her belly, watching in fascination as her skin prickled beneath my touch, the muscles relaxing in anticipation of the pleasure I might bring. I stroked her abdomen until her cries waned, and she became lax in her binds.

“I am queen of the Highlands in all but name.” I said, “Father abdicated this morning. After you hang, they will put a crown on my head.” I lowered my face to hers, staring into those beautiful dilated eyes, “There is no solace for you, Mother. I am going to get away with everything. All my dreams, all my carefully laid plans, they will all come to fruition tomorrow. My only regret is that you won’t get to see it. But my first act as queen shouldn’t be killing my own mother; the optics would be poor. No, I will be too busy plotting the death of my sister.” I smiled, “When I get my hands on her, I won’t be as gentle as I’m being with you. You, I desire to see humiliated and broken, but her…” I sighed, “I’m afraid I’ll have to build a whole new wing of the dungeon just to service the Dark Queen. I plan to keep her alive for a very, very long time. I’ll tell the nobles that such cruelty is only to dissuade Alkandi from ever coming back, but you and I know the truth of it, don’t we, Mother?”

Mother’s eyes were unfocused, but with a distant voice, she managed to say, “Yes, you will hurt Yavara greatly, Leveria.” Her head flopped forward, and her voice rasped from her, “And she will kill you for it. It’s been so long since Alkandi reigned that we’ve dismissed her legend as myth. We’ve forgotten why we fear the Dark Queen so.” A string of drool hung from the corner of Mother’s mouth, “Your arrogance and hatred will destroy us all in the end. Bentius will burn.”

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Waking up was hard to do. Griffin Folklore realized his cell alarm hadn’t gone off for some reason, perhaps in his tired state he hadn’t set it correctly. Sun bright and shiny through the semi tractor’s windshield he at least knew he was off to a blue-sky day. Too bad there were no birds to sing to him. Yawning he crawled from his cabin bunk and stretched the kinks out. Smelling his arm pits he caught an agonizing whiff. At first, he cringed at the bedding he had slept on, knowing full well the driver likely didn’t do laundry that much on the road. While yes, that nagged at him, he also knew his own scent well, “I need a shower bad. I’ll drop these parts off at mom’s then grab one in her room.” Putting his boots on he moved to the driver’s seat of the tractor and rolled his window down to grab a wake-up breeze. It felt incredible.

Peering over at the HiMa Facility he saw his trucks reflection in the mirrored exterior walls. Only him, the congregation of lost souls that were there in the moonlight were long gone under the brightness of day, yet most likely still nearby. “I wonder if they’re all still standing there. Mirrors usually show me where folks are but with the harsh sunlight maybe the spectrum is too broad to reveal them. Sucks but what can I do? If I touched them all, it would be chaos. I’d be offering explanations for hours. Better to just get back to mom and…” He opted to call her just to see if she were around. No answer had him worried. “Great! Mom must have blinked back to her holographic state and can’t touch her cell. Strange how Sune Yi could touch things, but like she said, it probably attributed to her ninja training. “Crazy! I know a real ninja!” He grinned with pride, “So cool!”

Firing the truck up he let it idle then jumped down to load up his parts which he left outside covered by a tarp that the driver had under his bunk. Carefully placing his plastic totes of parts up on the bunk through a side door he shut it and climbed back in. “I could have put them in the trailer, but chances are they’d shift around and get damaged. Safer up here with me.” Looking up Sune Yi’s Hotel on GPS he realized it was closer than his mom’s lab. “With mom ghosted for the moment I guess I could go after Sune Yi’s sister Bao and bring her back here first. Get down to it we have all the time in my world. Mom would understand.”

Slapping his face to wake up better, he set the tractor in motion and headed for the highway. Even that would take forever in reaching the hotel Bao was staying at. He had one way cleared but the other way was quite the cluster fuck. What should have taken twenty minutes at best took Griffin three hours. It got to the point he even disengaged his trailer alongside the road and proceeded without the burden of length, telling himself he would just find another way to haul his bike home, wherever he chose home to be. The one thing he did do right was check the interior of the trailer and found breakfast and lunch together in the form of canned ravioli with pull tab easy access. Even unheated it tasted darn good. The owner of the rig had plastic forks and spoons, so it was a meal fit for a king. Three cans down, a case in the cab for lunch, dinner and tomorrows repeat.

One final push through the abandoned traffic he reached the hotel and searched for parking. Laughing he simply pulled up on the front lawn and left the keys in the ignition. Who was going to steal his ride? Hopping down he took his jacket off. Now that the temperature was rising, he was getting sweaty which added to his stench. Chuckling over his aroma he just took his t-shirt off and left it in the rig. Who was going to complain over his semi nudity and pit stank other than him. Of course, he considered Bao’s thoughts on stench should he find her and bring her back into current existence.

“Shit! I guess I could take a shower in Bao’s room before I bring her back. She won’t know. Maybe I can confiscate a shirt from a resident even.” Thinking on this as he walked toward the hotel entrance, he worried that if he borrowed any clothing, he’d likely be followed wherever he went like a magnet. “I’ll just have to live with swiping other people’s things. I know I sound selfish but dang it I own this planet now.” A maniacal laugh made even he feel badly for acting the way he was. He wasn’t raised this way.

“Get over it, Folklore.” He sighed dramatically, “Nobody can use their clothing or personal effects anymore unless I find a way to save humanity. So, I need to get over feeling bad about it. Just get up there find Bao for Sune Yi and reunite them the best way I can then haul my ass back to mom. She could be my only solution to this worldwide dilemma. If I can move mom over to HiMa’s labs maybe she and Sune Yi can work together to figure out a way to stabilize people. It sucks that it’s only short term but it’s better than nothing, right? Bad part is babysitting them to piece shit together when they can’t touch it.”

In erzurum escort passing through the front door, he used his compact mirror to guide him away from any wayward ghosts that might be up close. He had been fortunate as to not go running into anyone on the outside world, that or maybe in the severe ultraviolet radiation outside he was actually stepping into people and not knowing it. Not even Grif knew much concerning how he was able to bring people back, only that his DNA was key. Anyone that he had brought back was inside out of direct sunlight. Now moonlight or dusk it seemed possible, like the truck driver and that girl at the truck stops pimp. Of course, he had merely guided those assholes together not technically bringing them back. Luring ghosts seemed easy enough to navigate using personal items to lead them. Everything he did was a learning experience. If he accidently brought someone back at even brushing up against them, he’d simply hurry away and let them fade off again. While inhumane to a degree, he simply didn’t want to explain everything, especially when he didn’t know it all himself.

“Experiment time! Let’s just put the mirror away and risk it. I feel guilty but I need to move past it. Let’s just see what happens.” Compact closed and pocketed in his jeans he located a universal hotel room key and found the code for the penthouse. Easy enough, it was just like he had done at the other hotel he called home that first night. Even though Bao was not in the penthouse but rather a lower room, he intended to enjoy the privacy to shower first and make a good first impression on the girl.

Heading upstairs with a managerial key he discovered a secondary elevator just like his own. Code punched in and key card swiped he found the elevator cooperative. Once inside he felt closed in for some reason. So uneasy that he had to utilize his compact to understand why. Slyly he clicked the lid open and scanned the mirror about toward the floor and found multiple feet around him. “Oh, crap!” Six sets of feet stood around his. Why would there be six sets in a private elevator? He was almost too afraid to find facial reflections. What seemed odd was there was no clothing in the elevator as any warning sign. Just… bodies!

With the elevator already in motion it reached the penthouse and once the door opened, he found the clothing they had obviously left behind. Clothing that suspiciously appeared as robes. “Hooboy! Did I just stumble into a temple of warriors? I see swords and other weapons laying around the penthouse living area. No way! This wasn’t mentioned by Sune Yi. Did she not know about these guys? I mean, I don’t really know Sune Yi, she could be blowing shit up my ass. God, I hope not Sune Yi seemed cool.”

Fear held him back from stepping off the elevator. Delicately avoiding his passengers had him worried. One wrong touch might bring one or more back. Not knowing him it was a safe bet he might not survive this adventure. He wasn’t any Ninja or whatever type of warriors they were, so being here would be signing a death warrant. No good could come from this. Yep, that compact was going to be used every step of the way going forward.

Able to touch the down button he moved to the floor below and stepped out in slow motion. Avoiding the inhabitants completely, he froze until the door sealed shut. Shaking like a leaf he puffed his cheeks and calmed his nerves. Before another step was taken, he scanned his mirror about for safety. Not a soul in sight he went to the stairwell rather than the elevator. Playing it safe he took those stairs down four floors to locate Bao’s room.

Mirror in use constantly now after spotting multiple sets of clothing in the hall, he stepped around the images of adult males. Only one was near Bao’s door and he did not look friendly. His hovering there lost and confused concerned Griffin, he was looking at someone not so nice. Spotting a gun with a silencer on the carpet only added to the tension.

“What the hell am I walking into here? Do I risk saving Bao and reuniting sisters? Or do I back off and leave well enough alone? Mom is… the whole world is counting on me.” He began to turn around and walk away then paused to roll his eyes. “I can’t just leave her. If that guy is here to hurt her, then the moment he’s human she dies anyway. That or the Ninja posse upstairs starts a war. Why would there be Ninja’s up in the penthouse anyway? Are they here to protect Bao, or harm her? Ugggh! I just know I’m setting myself up for failure.”

Universal room key in his possession he stepped wide around the gunman and unlocked Bao’s door. The inside chain lock bolted he had no choice but to put his weight into it until he realized he simply wasn’t strong enough to break through. Sighing he stopped to breath and heard water running. “Is Bao already alive?” He listened more intently. Nothing but water running eskişehir escort he mulled over the possibility, “Maybe she was in the shower when the world went creepy. I mean how can she still be alive?” He frowned over his boggled instincts. “How am I still alive? If mom’s shielding saved me what’s to say someone couldn’t save someone else. I better tread carefully here.”

With no clear options on entry Griffin looked down in defeat and again noticed the gun. “Hmmm? I can shoot the chain lock off. If Bao is alive, I’ll hear a scream, right?” Cautiously kneeling he plucked up the silencer and got a feel of its power. Not used to handguns, anything felt powerful to him. Taking a deep breath, he pointed the gun at the chain and pulled the trigger. Instantly the chain splintered, and the door flew wide. “Whoa! That was rad.” Kicking the door further open he paused just in case Bao did somehow survive and was waiting with a knife or something. Ninjas in the family it would be logical.

“BAO?” He called out loud enough to be heard even in the shower. “Nothing! God, I need to take a piss, all of this tension has my kidney’s shaking. Looks like the bathroom is where I’ll find Bao so let’s just relieve my bladder then save the girl.” Entering, he looked behind the entry door first out of stress. Not a soul, even in his compact mirror. Closing the door behind him just so he wasn’t spooked by the gunman outside, he felt safer. He had the gun at least. For all the good that might do.

Looking around he chose to search the entire room before the bathroom itself. That door was shut as well, so he felt safe at the moment. Kitchen empty outside of a juice bottle on the counter and a rinsed plate in the sink, he for some odd reason put her juice back in the mini fridge. It was just him to pick up after himself, now her. Shuffling cautiously to the bedroom he found her bed made neatly but with lingerie laying on top of the bedding. Alongside it a mini kimono style robe with cherry blossoms on it. “Silky!” He pinched it for texture. In her closet were dozens of dresses. “It looks like she has expensive taste.”

A closer insight into who she was he snooped at picture frames on a dresser. In none of them did he find Sune Yi. “Now that’s not good, is it? This must be her mom and dad.” Bao was gorgeous posing with her family. A small ornate scrapbook in the top drawer he found more photographs of she and what he presumed was a teacher. Wooden swords in their hands he had a hunch she was in training. Of course, Bao looked 10 years old in the picture. In another photo he did locate Sune Yi but she looked bitter and not happy with the smiling Bao and an old, really old man. “Grampa, maybe?”

All family portraits, he closed it and set the book back inside the drawer where he found them. “Perfumes smell good.” He sniffed the dabbers. “Okay, I really need to stop snooping and go piss before I’m wearing soggy britches.” He smirked and went to the bathroom door. Knocking out of respect even if she was likely a ghost, he turned the knob and entered. A definite chill overtook his flesh. “Cold water must have been spraying for a few days now.” Entering slowly, he saw through a clear shower door at water running but no body. Mirror used he found his target. “Holy fuck! Her body is insane.” She simply stood under the cascade lifeless but proud.

“Poor kid.” He knew he was safe so ventured to the toilet, resting his gun on the sink before taking a leak. While standing with his back arched and feeling relief, eyes closed, the silence was interrupted by what seemed like a faint distant singing. Shaking off his pecker he zipped up and followed the song back to the shower. “How am I hearing you sing?” He slid the door open and whistled under his breath at the most amazing petite ass he had ever seen. Mirror handy let him in on her true beauty. With the lights still on she was invisible, so he opted to experiment again and shut the bathroom door and turn out the light. Sure enough, Bao’s body found its way to a physical perception. What weirded him out was the water moving through her body without making contact.

“Do I just touch her and freak her out as much as I am right now? I mean how would I react if some stranger walked into my shower and touched me? She knows martial arts, so I’d get my ass handed to me.” Pondering his best move he knew one thing; the ghosts would follow something they had moved around from its current location. “She had a locket on the dresser. Maybe if I dangle it on the doorknob, she will step out of the shower and… what’s it matter? She’s going to come back nude and I’m still an intruder.” Groaning he went ahead and left the bathroom and brought her necklace in. Lights out again he did notice as he held the necklace aloft that she did look his way. “That’s it, Princess. Follow the bling.”

With the shower door open he watched her step gaziantep escort out and follow the necklace. “Fuck even her nipples are hard as a ghost. Cold water effect? Probably had those when she faded out.” He chuckled then felt shitty over it just as fast. “Man, this is going to suck. I… need a shower still. Cold or not I can at least freshen up. Of course, I don’t have a shirt to wear afterwards so that’s going to look bad too.” Turning her water off as she hovered near the bathroom door, he tried it again and found it warm. “I guess this hotel has good water heaters.” Unable to resist he undressed himself and hopped into the shower. Soaping up using her scented soap he cleaned himself thoroughly, even washing his hair. A second assault of soap he washed his privates good and decided to peer toward her glow. She was not at her door by the necklace any longer.

“OH, FUCK!” Turning around in the shower there she was. Somehow, she had literally stepped through the shower door and stood behind him as if a statue. “Man, if I had backed up into her that would have been a mess.” He hugged the shower wall afraid of her suddenly. She was harmless in this form but still. “How did she walk through glass?” He then realized one important fact. He was wearing her soap so that obviously drew her back into the shower. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” He trembled unable to move. Yep! Griffin Folklore palmed his erection. This was not going to go well but he couldn’t resist jerking off. His secret he thought to himself. “Just don’t jizz on her.” The closer he got the temptation led to a last-minute turn to face the shower glass and pepper his nut all across it. Peering at her as he did it he almost sensed disappointment in her demeanor. No way!

Panic rising, he shut the water off again and opened the door. Stepping out he dried off. Oddly her eyes followed him, turning to face him as if sensing his moves. Curiosity led her to walk back through the glass and stand in front of him. This time he had witnessed her incredible travel through the pane, and it was disturbing, her ghostly body was sparkling now as if tiny shards of glass within her. “Fuck! What if I touch her and she shatters into a million pieces? How is this happening? Is it her own ninja training like Sune Yi’s? Wait! Sune Yi couldn’t walk through those lab doors back at HiMa. Although she was able to hit things as a sign. When she merged with that hologram it affected her aura and she lived through it. Maybe… this is evolution at work?” There was no clear explanation.

“You’re making this more difficult Bao. I don’t want to hurt you.” Putting his underwear, socks, and jeans on, he sat on the toilet seat and tied his boots. She observed him but without a solid lock of recognition, it was more like searching for an invisible breeze that wasn’t there. Once ready Griffin stood up and palmed her necklace swaying it in front of her face like a hypnotist. “You are getting horny. Very, very horny.” His jest made him groan. “Stop being so stupid.” Talking to himself was getting more common these days.

“I need you to step aside so I can get by you. Until I can figure out how best to deal with you without harm, I need to think. I’m going to raid your fridge. Hope you don’t mind.” He was forced to step back into the shower then back around behind her to evade body contact. She followed him every step of the way as long as he held her necklace. Opening the bathroom door light filtered through and he figured he would lose sight of her so retrieved his mom’s compact. To his shock Bao stepped from the bathroom and followed him into the kitchen. In her glass like complexion the light from her windows made her show up on his visual spectrum. “Whoa! Peekaboo, I see you.” He kept a close eye on her putting his compact away. Going to the fridge he found her juice bottle and polished it off. Still warm, only the glass was chilled.

“Papaya juice! Tangy!” In a food container he found white rice and pork. Devouring it after a sample taste for taint and nuking it in her microwave he was good to go. Garbage can the Styrofoam container went, accompanied by a belch. “Damn that hit the spot. Better than canned ravioli that’s for sure.”

Sighing, he considered his next move. Her nudity as shiny as she was made it hard to think. “I’m wasting time here when I should be helping mom. What do I do with you Bao? You look so freaking innocent and lost.” Setting her necklace on the counter she followed its placement giving him just enough room to step around her. What caught him off guard was she resisted the lure of the necklace and followed him instead. “Gotta be the cherry blossom shampoo.” Moving to her bedroom he opted to pluck up a picture frame. Showing her he pointed at the picture.

“Family?” He hoped for a reaction. Her eyes did lower to follow his finger. Emotion somehow began showing as if heartbreak. Using the frame, he swept it through her intangible body as if striving for more recognition, she had held this frame before, so it was intimate. Inexplicably he found a ghost able to cry. Dropping to her knees before Griffin furthered the shock. “I struck a memory, I think. How, I have no idea.” Choosing to sit on the floor beside Bao, he found himself getting teary eyed. “Don’t make me cry, Babe.” Empathy was evident!

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Chapter 2 – Ulrise

“Call me Mistress,” my ass!” Ulrise grumbled while breaking through the thick forest undergrowth.

“Every client I met made up some dumb generic nickname. How many Masters have I met so far? Nine? I lost count already.”

As she stepped out of the forest, the Karth river meandered in front of her. According to the map, the location of the cave was a couple of miles away.

Ulrise adjusted her travel pack and moved forward. She was making good progress since she left the Forsworn lands. So many days lost carefully creeping forward and avoiding the attention of the savages at all costs. The illusion magic served her well, so she managed to invisibly slip through without disturbing the tribes.

She was looking forward to finding this cave. This would be the first step in doing the contract that will earn enough money to finally quit the world of backstabbing and treachery. Also, having a roof over her head would be nice after many nights of sleeping in the wilderness.

Finding the cave took some time. Without knowing the place, it could be missed easily, entrance hidden in an inconspicuous crevice.

When the white-haired assassin entered the wide opening of the cave, the first thing she noticed were skeletons. Lots of skeletons. Carefully walking between them she quickly realized none of them were human. A bunch of wolves, a couple of humanoid-looking ones but with canine skulls, which she figured were werewolves. Most of the skeletons had signs of violent death – bones broken, skulls crushed.

She stopped in front of a hulking bone colossus three feet taller than herself. Three eye sockets indicated this was a troll, and its massive form utterly dwarfed the short woman. She reached with her hand and touched the bones. Not a shred left of flesh or sinew.

“No scavenger can pick bones that clean. And what is this pink crap?” Her glove was covered by a thin layer of pink dust. She traced her finger over a bone again and confirmed the suspicion – the skeleton was covered in it.

She quickly checked it – not poisonous, but surely somehow enhanced.

“I should gather some as a sample and check it with an alchemist.” She produced a vial and carefully gathered some dust from the bones. Looking back, Ulrise noticed her footprints on the floor. It also was covered in a thin layer of this pink crap!

“I wonder if it is safe to breathe here. I better move forward.” She fetched a piece of clothing from the backpack and made an improvised breathing mask, just in case.

As she advanced, signs of battle became more obvious: furniture was thrashed, and doors forced open. She also found a lot of empty cages, some quite spacious. Ulrise was not one to be intimidated easily, but this cave definitely had a sinister feeling to it.

The cave ended in a massive circle room where most cages stood. There were very few skeletons though. Ulrise figured that someone was using animals in the cages to make experiments, probably magical. This would explain the pink dust and absence of flesh on the bones. But then a hostile force showed and the cave owner released the monsters on them.

Judging by the number of skeletons, it did not help. She spotted a peculiar one and approached, genuinely curious. It was a husk of an enormous charus exoskeleton, its legs broken off. Ulrise encountered these creatures before, but never had an opportunity to study one’s corpse.

“This is one ugly fucker.” The words rang in the cave, echoing and jumping around. She retrieved one of the vials given by Mistress and gulped it down. The taste was as good as she remembered, rich and sweet.

Now fully convinced there were no enemies in the cave, the assassin sat and tried to detect this particular source of magicka from the potion around her.

It was everywhere, but something was off. Not as pure as it was in the potion, as if diluted somehow. She took a bunch of pink crap from the charus husk and it felt like holding a handful of warm and dirty sand, contrary to the pure radiance from the Mistress.

“So my target somehow got affected by this magic. Were they in this cave, one of the people who fought the monsters? I doubt it. By the traces of combat, it looks like there was a squad of fighters, they all would be affected if this was the case. And I know for sure that I am looking for a single person.”

Ulrise slowly circled the room when she suddenly felt the same magic emanating from behind the wall. Another room, perhaps?

After some finagling around, she discovered a hidden switch. A good chunk of the wall slid to the side and revealed what looked like a working cabinet.

She walked noticing stacks of papers perched on a table, soul gems lying everywhere, and a collection of magic books on a shelf.

“This room does not appear to be thrashed. Someone gathered their stuff and retreated in an orderly manner.” She checked an alchemist cupboard to discover a bunch of reagents lined up in good order. tekirdağ escort “Yes, whoever marauded the upper levels did not reach here. This is good. This is my chance to figure out what this magic is and maybe find some clues. And stuff my pockets,” – she thought, spotting a big glowing soul gem.

All books on the shelf were related to the sources of magicka. Ulrise was not educated properly, mostly stealing books and figuring out her talent by experimenting. But she got the impression that it is common knowledge among mages that the source of all magicka is Aetherius, which is another world or plane of Oblivion or something. She was not interested in the dry theory of the Art, mostly content with Illusion magic to hide her and Destruction spells to annihilate enemies.

She quickly skimmed the books – lots of speculation on what alternative sources of power could be out there. Some gruesome stuff, like extracting it from blood or enslaving Daedra. “A cave full of bones and books about bloody sacrifices and how to summon demons. Lovely. I still do not see how this pink crap fits into this.

“I guess I have to dig through these,” she sighed, looking at randomly scattered sheets of paper.

The researcher who lived here sure loved to write down everything. She flipped through sheet after sheet, diving deeper and deeper. It looked like she was about to get some answers.

The mage believed it is possible to harness the life force of a living being and turn it into pure magicka. Similar to blood sacrifices, but actually working. She carefully read the numbers – extremely low values of magicka after draining a wolf, more from a troll. No way to store it, and if not ingested by a mage immediately it just disappears. The ritual involved drugging the animals with some serum. Within the list of ingredients of this concoction, one was highlighted as “the secret one.”

More and more intrigued, Ulrise reached for the next sheet. In a rush, she slid a finger over it, sending the sheet flying to the floor. Cursing, she caught it awkwardly. The assassin hissed from sudden pain when she cut a finger with the thick paper edge. A long red scratch immediately started oozing blood.

“Damn! I do not want to stain the paper with blood.” Without thinking, she put the finger in her mouth, licking the blood away. Something was off with the taste though. Blood is supposed to be salty, but there was an unexpected sweet undertone. The mystery was resolved instantly when she licked her lips in confusion.

“Fuck, my mask did not work! This pink shit is on my face! I have to clean it off. The more I read these research notes, the less I like this dust.”

She wiped her face and then used her limited knowledge of Restoration magic to stop the bleeding. This will have to do for now.

The story of morally dubious experiments continued in the papers. The mage tried to develop a solution to store the extracted magicka, but the best he was able to achieve was converting it into physical form. The pink dust. It was what their flesh and blood turned to.

She leaned on the back of the chair, feeling sick. So, the stuff she just scrubbed from her face was what is left of some wolf? Or the charus?

Not without some hesitation she continued reading. The author theorized on how to distill the dust in an alchemical potion for future usage. There were also speculations of using other life force-carrying components of a living being to achieve more ‘sustainable’ harvesting that did not kill the host. The papers ended with a note saying that the mage is about to use a new formula on the ‘pets’.

The white-haired assassin reached the end of the research notes and contemplated what she read. This source of magic sounded like a poor deal. Even if it worked, the magician would need to drug the victim with alchemy, and then somehow consume their life force immediately. Generic magicka potions were cheap to produce and easy to carry and use. The method they developed here felt overcomplicated.

“Still, someone became affected by this stuff and they did not dissolve into dust like trolls. I can still feel them, somewhere to the north from here.

“It is highly doubtful that one of the monster killers picked up this condition. Either someone discovered this cave before me or one of the monsters escaped and did Gods know what to pass this to a human.”

She searched the entrance of the cave and has not found any traces of anyone entering it recently. This left her with one option – some of the monsters escaped and spread this magic.

“I hoped I would not have to track a beast in the woods. Damn it. Okay, it is getting dark. I will spend the night in the study room, it looks safe enough and clean of this pink crap. Tomorrow morning, I will look at the tracks. Good gods, it is a huge mess, warriors’ and animals’ footprints mixed wildly.”

And so she did. Ulrise returned to the cramped room and found tokat escort accommodations there. She closed the stone door and put several defensive runes around herself, as well as some physical traps in case the owner of the cave returned.

She opened her eyes in her hometown, Riften, instantly recognizing the central market square where she used to steal food two decades ago. Even though everything was covered in a dense purple mist, the narrow streets and bridges over the channel were unmistakable.

Ulrise walked around, mist swirling around her. After a moment she realized what was wrong in this dream – there was not a single person on the market square. Normally it was bursting with activity 24 hours a day, but in this dream, it was eerily quiet and still. Silhouettes of buildings rose above her, and not a single light or sound disturbed the solemn silence. The mist contorted them, made them rise to the sky one moment and collapse to the ground the next.

“There is some beauty in this.” She was strangely self-aware in this dream, fully understanding that she is asleep right now.

“Yep, definitely asleep,” she watched a sudden rush of flowers blossoming around the square, consuming the booths and leaving only a small circle around her unaffected. She idly prodded one with a boot, making it disintegrate into purple dust.

“This dust looks awfully familiar. This job fucks with my head. Hopefully, I will find my target soon.”

Flowers continued blossoming around her, tightening the circle. They crept up her boots and leather pants to her jacket. The woman jumped on the place, making the flowers explode in the cloud of dust. She was mesmerized by the shimmering beauty around, standing there and allowing flowers to cover her clothes.

“I am a fucking spriggan now. This is fun and all, but it is starting to freak me out. Being a tree is not something I aspire to.”

As if by command, she woke up. In the pitch darkness of the cave, she rose from the bed, suddenly feeling weirdly off balance. The blonde stumbled, failing to find good footing. Failing because her pants were uncomfortably tight.

Cussing, she cast a ball of magic light. There was something in her pants. She reached into her pocket, feeling something hard and warm through the fabric.

“Did something crawl there?”

She got the answer soon enough. Ulrise dropped her pants and stood wide-eyed, staring at the meaty shaft protruding from her crotch. It twitched slightly, with a glistening drop on the tip.

With legs failing her, the woman sat on the bed, still bare-assed. But she hardly registered it, trying to wrap her mind around what she was looking at right now.

She closed her eyes, shook her head, and looked down again. Nothing changed. She did it one more time with the same result. Pinching the skin only produced a painful hiss but did not wake her from this fever dream. She carefully touched the erect dick with one finger and swiftly pulled it away.

“So this is not an illusion either.” Ulrise pulled up her pants and rushed to the exit. It was early in the morning, in the murky sunlight her newly grown appendage cast a long shadow.

“Fuck me, so it is real. I bet it is somehow connected to this weird magic and the fucking dust!” She wanted to kick the nearest skeleton but restrained herself.

“I knew there was something fishy with this job! Should have asked more about what I drank and what sort of magic that is. Not curses or poisons, fuck this shit. No fucking known curses!

“Okay, what exactly I am dealing with here?” She traced her cock with a finger, groaning from the intense sensation. It was around eight inches long, more than any she ever took in her life. Thick and completely hairless, with a set of bloated testicles hanging below. Not without relief she found that her woman parts were still with her, right behind the balls.

The dick itself looked weird. She had a fair share of fun with men in her life, including different races, but none of them looked exactly like her new organ. The shaft was pretty similar to a human one, though traced with thick veins. But the glans was more like a stump, a flat piece of meat with a circular fleshy ridge. A peehole was exactly in the middle.

Her legs got weak so she slumped down again. Ulrise saw truly gruesome body mauling in her life but this looked even worse. Unnatural. Gods know how much time passed before she finally rose up and dragged herself back to the cave.

“Okay, I better come to terms with my condition if I ever stand a chance of curing it. It is obviously connected to this pink dust, and maybe to the alchemic substance that Mistress gave me. This fucking bitch! She is behind it somehow; I can feel it.”

Ulrise gathered her belongings as thoughts rushed through her head, “The dick did not grow up when I first tasted the magicka potion, so I am guessing the pink dust served as a catalyst of sorts.” Looking trabzon escort at other vials of white stuff sitting in her traveling backpack, Ulrise was overpowered with a desire to drink it, contact Mistress, and demand answers. She almost popped a cork of one vial but hesitantly pulled her hand back.

“If I just tell her that I grew a dick overnight she will think I am insane and will never speak to me again. No, I should think this through.”

The thinking was not easy in her case since she still had a throbbing erection. At first, she hoped it will go down by itself, but this simply did not happen.

“Why none of the men I slept with were able to stay hard for an hour straight?” she grimly chuckled. Jokes aside, it was getting really uncomfortable. She had to drag the pants up to the waist to button up and now it was chafing on her dick. Also, the erect outline was clearly visible through the fabric.

At first, she was afraid that touching it might affect her even more somehow, but with time the sensations became unbearable. Ulrise let a sigh of relief freeing her flesh monster from the clothing confines.

“Do I have ideas on how to relieve this, apart from the obvious one?” she asked rhetorically while looking at the tip. The glistening drop of precum rolled down, creating a sticky strand hanging from the tip. It looked disgusting and fascinating at the same time. No ideas came to mind.

She tentatively reached and grabbed her fleshy rod. The feeling sent goosebumps through the entire body. The veins pulsated under her hand, pumping blood into the dick. Her blood.

“Do I like it or not, this is part of me now. I should deal with this and be on my way, I spent too much time running around in this fucking cave.”

She grabbed it firmly and stroked, making sure to have as much grip and skin contact as possible. Ulrise knew her way around cocks and how to please them but doing it to herself still felt surreal. But she quickly got the hang of it.

Her body shivered, as the stroking sent waves of pleasure through it, especially when she dragged the skin over the meaty glans. Precum now flew in a steady trickle, so soon her strokes became well lubricated, fleshy sounds of it filling the room.

“No wonder men like it when I touch their dicks, it is so sensitive.” She accelerated her hand, invoking the first moan. The tip and veins along the shaft became angry purple, infused with blood. The shaft twitched, promising the impending release.

She changed the hand and stroked with renewed vigor. It quickly paid off and the boiling hot cum rushed from her swollen balls. As her mind plunged into the blissful abyss, the first spurt hit the wall, making an audible splash. Ulrise did not have time to wonder at the amount, the next volley added more gooey glazing on the wall.

She spewed it for almost a minute, each load smaller than the previous one until it diminished to a weak dribble. Every spurt sent an explosion of pleasure to her brain, so she stood for some time, mouth open, eyes closed, trying to gather her wits again.

Eventually, the blond returned to her senses. “Damn, it was intense. I do not remember cumming like this in my whole life! This wall looks like sloppy paintwork.”

She shook her dick to clean it from remaining cum and admired the view. Even though Ulrise was not exactly ecstatic to have this extra appendage, the orgasm was undeniably great. And there was something immensely arousing about looking at the wall covered with streaks of jizz. Thick wads of it were still sliding down slowly, making the sight even more perverted. The air was rich with smell, almost intoxicating. Maybe it was the light of the room, but one moment Ulrise could swear she saw her cum glowing. As if it was beckoning her.

With an effort of willpower she turned away, put on the backpack, and exited the cave. Her head clearing on the fresh air, Ulrise regretted giving in to the temptation. Who knows how this cursed cock interferes with the rest of her body? What if she just worsened her condition?

She felt great though. Rejuvenated even. Ulrise created an illusion over the cave entrance to prevent anyone from falling into the same trap she did. The illusion won’t hold forever, but this was better than nothing.

Sitting on a stone, she considered her options. The Mistress probably knows what kind of curse it is, and maybe even how to cure it. Ulrise still had nine vials of these tasty white ‘magicka detection’ potions that can help her contact the redguard woman but was hesitant to use them. How can she get any credible information?

Ulrise needed leverage over Mistress. The woman hired the assassin to find whoever was affected by this magic and paid a ton of gold, which meant it was important to her. The blond smirked, a plan forming in her head. She will find whoever her target is and take them hostage. Then she will contact Mistress and demand answers under the threat of killing the hostage.

But where to head? The nearest village was Dragon Bridge, so if anyone was affected by this purple crap they are probably from there. She moved on, using the sun for orienting.

Slowly she traversed the forest, moving not in a straight line but making left and right zig-zag turns and searching for possible tracks of humans or monsters from the cave.

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Chapter 1

Reaching moon-fall

Year 20 R (Republic, Imperial date 7961 E)

It took longer than I estimated to reach moon-fall. I planned it out at just over 14 terranhours from start to finish with five fairly cautious jumps through what was clearly a complicated planetary system — never good to leap into uncharted space without knowing exactly what you are aiming at and I hadn’t been to this system for about a fifth of a century — but my zulon nav com called Mylon put less trust in my methods and, without even bothering to inform me, changed two of my plot points and added four of her own so the very last leap would be line of sight.

Prior to these stages we had first been holed up for a fortnight in primary prep before travelling for a further two weeks, disguising our journey and destination from the numerous patrols and system scans which sought to deny us our goal, which we hoped would enrich us beyond our wildest dreams.

Hell, as soon as we entered our dest-sys I donned my radsuit, a rather old-fashioned jacket and trouser article made of a blend of clunky polyfoil and vegiglass, but nowadays they don’t grow many of these my size. When you are built like an orbiting bogbox you can’t afford to be choosy when you clearly can’t afford to credit-buy custo. The nametag on the suit showed that before recycling through the charity megstore on Egius Tertio, the original owner was a guy named ‘Joe’ and my name was ‘Ivan’ but with just a bare crew of five desperados on board there was really no need to rename it. Three of the crew had the slightly more comfortable but also clearly second-user radsmocks and the names on those also didn’t match the people I knew as Kevlin, Skeech and Selene either.

This far into the centre of the Milky Way galaxy means the stars virtually fill the cosmos and this was an uncharted and unnamed triple-sun system to boot, so when I say it was bright, it was actually blinding. I swear you could feel the radiation pickling your skin through the triple hull. But the radiation wasn’t our only danger, what concerned me was what filled the voids between the planets. The trouble with triple-sun systems, is that the planetary orbits are so confusing that planets don’t last long but the resultant debris, made up of various sized jagged lumps of rock and ice from long-dead worlds, can be lethal forever.

Our first leap had taken us to the edge of the first asteroid belt, but before we could leap into the space between this and the outer gas giant, it would take at least half a terranhour for our tiny vessel to generate another small wormhole for the next leap.

It is hard for non-space-travellers to understand the principles of space travel. They look at all the 3D feely movies and think the process is instantaneous and that the few tense seconds of time before a leap is added by the movie director for dramatic effect, such as I saw recently in Star Trek 1497, when the stricken Starship Enterprise escapes destruction by an instantaneous leap into hyperspace. But it is nothing like that. To move a vessel like the Enterprise containing over 600 people into warp mode, would take five or six terranhours to build an entrance and they would have to have another zulon at the destination end to simultaneously set up an exit hole. We only had the one zulon, within our own vessel, there was no other presence in this uncharted and therefore unpopulated system, so it all had to be done from one end. This close to the asteroid belt, there was bound to be stray debris, so we used the vegpulse engines to follow the direction of the orbit and travel slightly faster than the orbital speed to avoid any surprises coming at us from behind and steer past slower objects ahead. That was the theory, but with three suns floating around, this system was seeded with unpredictability. It is what kept its contents secret, or only known to men too dead to beat their way back out again. We still experienced some bumping however, but nothing that the hull couldn’t cope with. It would get worse though as we penetrated further into the system towards our destination.

This system had four main planets that had still managed to avoid direct impact with one another during the lifespan of the Milky Way, just two gas giants and two rock planets. Those latter tortured spheres weaved their orbits far too close to the suns and were beyond any human use, their bare rock surfaces alternating between frozen and molten every two or three hours, their atmospheres long since boiled away and the streaming clouds of frozen dust and gases had long added to the system’s barely navigable debris; landfall on the gas giants was also impossible, our hull, even our brilliantly pressure-resistant interstellar pods, would cave in before we hit the outermost clouds made up of a deadly cosmic soup of poisonous and corrosive gases; we would land on what serves as a planet surface in the form of droplets of liquid acid rain or, more likely, hail.

Our destination was one of the moons around the inner gas giant, and Mylon the onboard zulon prepared bursa escort herself for the last leap to moon orbit, waiting for 20 terranminutes or so for the moon to rise above the horizon so there could be no mistake in navigation. We had to leap through a wormhole, conventional vegpulse engines would take about seven terralunars to reach that moonfall but we wouldn’t last a day out there once we got past the outer gas giant and into the first of several icy rock asteroid belts.

As you can imagine, the rest of the crew were less than impressed by this exhausting near-21 hour shift, which didn’t auger well when your fellow travellers are cut-throat pirates and outlaws or worse, and your position as pilot-master of the vessel depends on the most tenuous of mental melds with the on-board zulon.

The skipper Kevlin directed a scowl in my direction, his one gold tooth in a row of mainly black ones glinting in the starlight, matched by the reflections from the heavy, deeply engraved gold ring dangling pirate-fashion from his right ear lobe and protruding between the lank black and silver strands of his shoulder-length hair. His scowl was mirrored by the mate’s sneer, an unavoidable expression on his part since his past participation in a blade fight had frozen his face that way. They were both chinocauk, the second most common human race after chinoasian, and these two were as common and villainous as they come.

Even their skivvy, the galley hand Selene, at around 20 terranyears the youngest member of the crew, gave me a rolling of her deep warm brown eyes in plain embarrassment at being acquainted with such demonstrative ineptitude — and she was being kind as we had recently shared, well, shall we say intimate history together? Selene was a rather fetching moon-faced mongol, a rare breed nowadays after the racial cleansing of the 7872 E civil war; cheerfully plump and a willing, almost too willing and certainly indiscriminating, distributor of her sexual favours. So she was popular with, well just about all the crew.

The last member of our not-so-happy band was Lilian and she stood to the left of me by the vegpulse engine console looking cool and elegant in her stunning made-to-measure i-radshift, a modern nebulous vegsilk cloak with hood, the body part of which static-clung to her tall slim form which accentuated her heavy, but buoyant and thrillingly-pointed breasts. Only the weighty double-bladed dagger, the weapon of choice for the sophisticated lady-about-space, strapped to her waist outside her cloak, disturbed the classic line of her fabulous form, her set of slim throwing knives, I recall, being strapped to her left forearm. She didn’t need a name badge, even the discrete designer label of ‘Lamani’ at the base of the hood was unnecessary — clearly she was accustomed to the best, ‘making do’ didn’t even figure in her vocabulary.

Normally she wore tight-fitting dark clothes, where her shape blended into the background of the dark green inner hull, but in this yellow-sun-coloured i-radshift, her splendid form was a magnet for gawping at by all the crew. The Skip Kevlin was clearly aroused, but as far as I could tell from a recent knifepoint nick in his left cheek, that Lil had successfully rebuffed the grizzled pirate’s risky sexual advances on the woman who had financed this expedition and was determined to call the shots.

The vessel’s mate, Skeech, always drooled from his crooked mouth, but any doubts about his present state of arousal were dispelled by his hand jerking up and down inside his dull grey radsmock. And as for the second female member of the crew, Selene, despite her evident proclivity for regular buttwinkling, she also made no secret of her latent sapphist tendencies and had to my knowledge at least once sought to add Lil to her sleeppod notches without actually dulling her whittling blade.

Me? Well I wasn’t even in the running for Lil’s attentions. No, Lil was clearly in a class of her own and had known comfort and wealth in an earlier life before recently descending by necessity into dealing with the likes of present company.

As far as I knew, it was Lilian that funded this operation, seeking to exchange her life of comparative comfort, guaranteed by sexually befriending a series of rapidly bored planetary potentates, to an independent life of limitless wealth and power.

When my homeworld, the former Dukes of Merciant-owned Como Prime, was taken over by the Great Rebellion and my father, the last survivor of my family was put to the sword, the rebel general assigned to rule in his place found the treasury coffers empty and me unable to tell him anything no matter how much he tortured me physically or through drugs. Then he fruitlessly tore my homeworld apart, whilst burying me deep into the penal system, where I should have been lost forever. It was this hidden secret treasure house that these villains believed I could access that brought this venture thus far to this forbidding place, a killing ground more fearsome than çanakkale escort anything mankind or zulon-kind could imagine.

Lil merely looked down her nose at me as if she had expected little more than I was able to deliver from my pathetic piloting efforts. With the hood restricting my view of her oval face to just her brown almond eyes, aquiline nose and full red lips, which parted slightly to show a glimpse of her twin rows of perfectly straight teeth, glacial white against her darker skin, her expressionless face spoke volumes of what she expected of me.

Lil, and she had continually corrected me for shortening her name from Lilian (which only encouraged me to use my favoured contraction at every subsequent opportunity), had made no effort to disguise how much she despised me from the start. She was a product of and a supporter of the Revolution and to her I was Imperial Scum, a relic, an anachronism of a bygone age of master and slave.

She was clearly too perfect to be true: ferociously intelligent, elegant both in movement or repose, and unbelievably attractive, to be living under the radar in the criminal underclass to which my companions, which now also included myself, were forced to endure.

To me it had long been obvious that Lil must be an F3 hybrid, one of the turkoblack models that I had only ever encountered once before, and that brought back painful memories. The F3s only revealed their existence towards the end of the long drawn out civil war and brought about a sudden collapse in the imperial system. They were indistinguishable from the humans they were modelled on. Cloned from farmed cells a grown by the rebels in large numbers many years earlier, they were used with devastating effect to infiltrate Imperial bases, often as sleepers filled with false surface memories. They were unaware of the time bombs they were designed to become, until triggered at the moment of attack, to murder and sabotage, heralding inevitable victory for the Rebels. This was a pattern that had spread across the galaxy in a few short terranlunars, ending what seemed an unending unresolvable war and led to today’s status quo, the so-called Galactic Association of People’s Republics of Humanity.

Yes, I had certainly come across an F3 hybrid before and only few of us survived because they took prisoners in those early days, until the penal colonies were filled to overflowing. Lil sensed I was ex-Imperial, not just because I was caukoturk, which I disguised as much as possible by complete defoliation and carboblacking my fair eyelashes. I had even resorted to squinting my naturally round eyes for so long that I forgot I was even doing it. She must have picked up the traces of serial number tattoos which separated politicos from ordinary prison stock, that I had sought to disguise as old star-burn.

Like old enemies, Lil and I kept ourselves at a respectful distance but always held each other in view with a wall behind our backs and a sharp blade ready to hand. My own dagger of choice was of bone, long-ago fashioned from some unnameable hybrid creature which they fed to us when on rare occasion near-rancid meat was offered for prisoners to fight over for the guards’ amusement. That blade had faithfully preserved the integrity of my ancient arse up to this point for about nineteen of the last twenty years.

Come the thieves’ unequal share-out of the spoil from our present venture, would herald the inevitable reckoning, we both knew that, Lil and I.

OK, Kevlin and Skeech would naturally work together once we hit civstateside, and I was certain that even Selene’s sharing of her favours between the pair wouldn’t preserve her minority share of any treasure for very long.

I had met Kevlin in the slammer, of course, where I was a forgotten political prisoner of war and he was a first-offender criminal briefly incarcerated for possession of stolen goods, hence escaping the usual capital solution for piracy. He carried a token within a body cavity that he showed me that I had been discovered at last. His greasy brief got him out before me but not until I made sure that he was aware of what I knew about hidden treasure beyond his wildest dreams: the total wealth of my family that could count its forebears and its accumulate power and influence to build a vast treasury through several millennia.

In order to obtain my own release, about a terranlunar later, I had to kill and assume the identity of a prisoner due for release in defiance of the system, helped by bribes from Kevlin on the outside, going past guards who didn’t check my forged papers as closely as the Republic State paid them a pittance to do.

On the outside I sought out Kevlin as the person I needed to find a crew and, following recovery of the treasure, assured Lil and I that he had the contacts to launder the treasury into usable state credits. He used Lilian, for whom he had smuggled illegal luxuries, to identify, finance and prepare the right vessel. Lilian was looking to build a retirement rize escort fund to replace the favours she presently lived on from rich patrons. We were both certain that this venture would give her that.

Kevlin was a necessary evil in this venture and I knew he would target me first, once my unique knowledge of our destination and access beyond the security system of the Treasury expired, I would be of little further use beyond that. We may have been setting out as a band of thieves but there would be no inference of honour among our temporary band of convenience once the promised glint of treasure became a reality.

However, I knew they would underestimate the gorgeous hybrid, their kind always did. I also knew that a trained F3 hybrid assassin would choose to take me out first before carving up the inept pair of buckos, so at least I knew exactly where I stood – right at the end of a dead end called Shit Street.

OK, I had the reputation of killing an F3 hybrid once, but that was over 20 years ago, when I was in my prime. I had few illusions of the outcome of any one-on-one with one of these assassins now. But for the present we all needed each other. As for Selene, well she could shag any one of us to death if she wanted to but she was without any of the skills to control or dock the ship or dispose of any of the anticipated cargo or riches. Poor Selene was alway a candidate for victim rather than victor. You never know, though, the killing machine that I knew as Lil might even let Selene off with enough loot for her own modest means. These hybrids were bred without bottom line compassion but in my experience of them, expediency didn’t always mean total slaughter.

I smiled at the concept of a partly-dehumanized assassin having more humanity than most humans of my recent acquaintance, which was not beyond the realms of possibility.

Like my brief previous experience with Kevlin, I had recently seen Lil before too. She was part of a ‘do-gooding’ group that visit prisons ensuring inmates’ fair treatment. I spotted her straight off because mostly they are crabby old spinsters and widows, with too much wealth and pleasure-leisure time on their hands for their own good, usually with guilty consciences of planet-wide population abuse, in need of assuaging. Either that or they were seeking their next tame ‘house boy’ to take home with them to relieve the boredom for a while.

Lil was bright and fashionable and sensationally gorgeous. She stood out from the crowd all right and, although at the time she visited the penal colony I held hopes to, I had no real expectations of ever seeing her again. If she had recognised me as more than just a face in the crowd, well so far in this trip she hadn’t acknowledged it. Since my release I had filled out a bit, after being hungry for almost half my life. As for deprivation during incarceration of the caring touch of a woman? Well, the homely Selene had recently seen to the baser of my bodily needs.

My brief reverie is interrupted as I feel the tug of the inner gas giant on the hull as we enter the elliptical orbit that heralds the penultimate stage of our journey. Through my mind-meld connection to Mylon, a flood of information comes into my consciousness, the distance from the planet, speed of orbit, forecast projections of different scenarios. Even though my link to Mylon is pretty tenuous, she only let me into her edited grudging version of consciousness so far, and I only let her into where I want her to go. I learned from my old zulon long ago how to hide my thoughts and memories by flooding my brain with other memories, such as those consisting of 20 long years of penal servitude in the most savage period known to human civilisation; just a few moments of that is enough to put any mind reader off her appetite!

I still felt at ease with Mylon though and, well, safe. Mylon may hate me, but she is wired to protect me, when push came to shove, if only to preserve my arse long enough to face an enquiry by her peers when the opportunity arose and returned to what registers in the New Republic as “civilization”.

I suppose now is the time and place to reflect on where we had come this far into my unedifying life cycle, particular as it was likely to come to a swift inglorious end very soon, now.

I may never get a better chance.

***

The F1s were cloned simply to follow direct orders as fighters and as only the hitherto heavily outnumbered Rebels had them initially. They initially tipped the balance of the civil war their way following their introduction. But the imperial houses were soon on the case and used their version of the technology to good effect to restore the civil war stalemate for several more decades. These first manifestations of androids were identical soldier drones and had none of the ‘bits’ that the F3s needed so they could infiltrate without suspicion. It was the F3s, basically born human but genetically-enhanced during childhood, which had a devastating effect to end the resistance of individual worlds, which they did by taking out the leadership of each with minimal effort. Hell, the F3s came in many forms, although the vast majority were female, and were raised from genetically-altered human children, they could even procreate with humans, their offspring indistinguishable, which is why the powers that be decided they don’t make them anymore since the war was won.

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The Compromise

Over the next week, I was with Queen Helena at one function after another. She was working with me to help me know what would be expected of me when I became the new queen. I still heard the cruel gossip when Oliver wasn’t around, yet the Queen said nothing, as if she didn’t hear them. Her training was valuable and I was very grateful for it, but it restricted the amount of time I got to see Oliver so we haven’t had any time to plan our own wedding, even though I kept getting asked about the when and what about it. The whole schedule was beginning to wear me down, and my nightmares returned, so I was not sleeping well either. Then Oliver sent me a message to meet him in the garden after the next dinner party so we could plan our wedding. This was the first highlight I’ve had since we had arrived. Lara and I planned how she would get me there without raising suspicion, and my excitement almost gave our plan away.

Lara led me to the garden entrance and I quietly walked in. I saw Oliver standing by what looked like a fountain with colored water, and his back to me. He must have heard me walking as he turned around and said, “You look so beautiful tonight.”

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s so wonderful to finally see you without a crowd of people in the room.”

“I know,” he said taking my hand and led me deeper into the garden. “I see Gamaley’s visit was successful.”

“Yes, thank you,” I said. I wanted to tell him how this gift allowed me to hear the cruel things his people were saying about me, but I chose to keep quiet.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “But tonight is about planning our wedding, not your beautiful ears.”

“I’ve wanted to do that since we arrived,” I said.

“If we don’t plan something soon, my mother will do it for us,” he said.

“Do you think she’ll be okay with the dresses I brought back from Earth for Lara and me?”

“I don’t see why she wouldn’t,” he said. “But she has been so pleased that you’ve been wearing clothes of our world she may want you to wear her wedding clothes.”

“It’s a nice thought, but I’ll wear my dress,” I said.

“Then it’s settled my love,” he said kissing my hand, “you and Lara will wear the Earth dresses you’ve brought back with you.”

I smiled. ‘That was easy,’ I thought. ‘Too easy.’ “What aren’t you telling me Oliver?”

Oliver stopped and looked deep into my eyes. “Part of me wishes we had gotten married on Earth so we wouldn’t still be separated. I mean, I know the marriage wouldn’t be totally recognized here, but at least I’d be able to see you on a daily basis, and not just in a public forum. My mother is pushing for a huge ceremony where you’re crowned queen immediately after. I’m not ready to take my father’s position yet, and I’m sure you’d like some more time not being queen. I like the idea of having you as my people’s princess. You’re already my princess.”

I smiled at this thought. “So how are we going to do this?”

“I’ll see if I can get her to compromise, tell me about Earth weddings,” he said.

I describe the ceremonies and receptions as best as I remember. I’ve only attended a few weddings, and was never actually a part of one until now so my experience düzce escort was limited. He seemed to be more interested in the reception than the ceremony, so we spent more time talking about it than anything else, as we continued our walk in the garden. Soon we found ourselves back at the garden entrance with some plans in the works. I knew the bulk of this ceremony will be more of his culture than mine, but my only regret was my father couldn’t give me away. However, this would have been the case if we’d gotten married on Earth so I don’t dwell on it too much. We kissed goodnight and Lara escorted me back to my room. The entire way back, I kicked myself mentally for not telling him about the gossip, but I didn’t wish to anger him so I just stayed quiet.

We walked in and I was ready for my nightly ritual of scrubbing, stripping, and bed when I realized that Lara had become quite rigid. It took me a moment to realize why, we weren’t alone.

“My Queen,” Lara said.

I looked up and there was Queen Helena sitting in a chair waiting. “Good evening Lara. Good evening Alexis. Did you have a nice visit with my son?”

At this point, I wasn’t sure if I was in serious trouble, or what. Knowing I was busted, I sighed, “Yes My Queen, I did.”

She smiled big and said, “Lara, could you take Ibarra and Lilja and give me a few minutes alone with Alexis?”

“Yes My Queen,” she said.

Ibarra and Lilja quickly walked out of the room and Lara closed the door as she left. I knew she was standing just outside, but now I was standing here alone with my future mother-in-law and I didn’t know if she was angry with me or what. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit My Queen?”

She smiled big and said, “Please, call me Helena, and sit down.”

I sat in the other chair facing her and said, “Helena, if I’ve done something to offend you or broke a rule, I didn’t mean to-“

She raised her hand and I stopped talking. “I’m surprised you and Oliver haven’t tried to see each other more since your arrival. It just proves how much you love each other and how much you’re trying to respect our ways. As far as how I knew, that’s my little secret. I do know that you two need to be wed soon or my people will start to wonder if he’s serious about you. I’ve heard the gossip, and the cruel things my people have said about you. I also know that you’re not ready to be queen yet.”

“But how-“

“Actions speak louder than words,” she said. “I can see how hard you are trying, and maybe I’ve been pushing you too much. I’m sure the gossip and the whispers have fed your doubts about being our new Queen. It’s just, I was just so excited to see my son so happy, and I knew you were the one when you were willing to kill for him.”

I swallowed hard, “It wasn’t something I really thought about as a symbol of love.”

“But if you think about it, it was,” she said. “He came to rescue you at risk of his own life, and then when his life was in jeopardy, you rescued him.”

“By killing Wyman?” I asked.

“Lara told me that shortly after you operated your weapon, you collapsed into her arms. She said it was as if you were edirne escort a woman possessed by an unseen force the way you operated that weapon. Iman told me the damage to your arms was so great, you shouldn’t have been able to work that weapon successfully, and yet you did. I was also told of your bravery at how you resisted the trackers attack on you, including how the one you called Fleck tried to kill you then have unwelcome sexual relations.”

“We call that rape where I come from,” I said. “I wasn’t going to give that monster what he wanted, especially after the way he treated me the first time we met.”

“Have you ever protected another male like you did for my son before?” she asked.

At first, I found this to be an odd question, but then I thought for a moment and said, “No, ma’am.”

“As I thought,” she said.

“So is this what you wanted to know, if I truly love your son?” I asked.

“No, I know you love my son. You have demonstrated that over and over again. Just like I know you haven’t told him about the hurtful words his people say about you. You don’t wish to bring him any pain. Only a woman who truly loved a man would keep such a painful secret. I’ll bet you didn’t even tell him tonight, did you?

“No, I didn’t.”

“As I thought. What I’d like to discuss with you is when you are going to marry my son.”

“Soon,” I said. “Time was the only thing we didn’t discuss.”

“In a week, it will be our annual Harvest Celebration. Even though the harvest isn’t as critical as it was when the celebration was established, it is a tradition we kept. It’s a common time for young couples to wed as it’s seen as a blessing to wed on such a day. It’s believed that if a couple that can wed on the day of harvest celebration, will bear strong, healthy children.”

‘CHILDREN! Oh no!’ I hadn’t even thought about if Oliver and I can even have children. “Um, Helena, I’m not-“

“Alexis,” she interrupted, “we have medical knowledge that your people haven’t even thought of yet and trust me, if you can’t bear his children now, you will be able too soon. I’m willing to wait a while before you give him daughters.”

‘Daughters? Oh right.’ “What if all I can give him is sons?” I asked.

“Then they will be fine young men and you will be a great mother, and an even better queen.”

I smiled and said, “Thank you Helena.”

“Now, tell me about what a wedding on Earth is like,” she said.

Just as I did with Oliver, I explained what I could remember from the few weddings I had attended. I explained the ceremony, including: the roles of the best man, the maid of honor, and how the bride’s father escorts her down the aisle and presents her to the groom. I explained about the tradition of ‘something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.’ Lara was going to cover my borrowed item, my grandmother’s bracelet is my old, and my dress is new. I joked that my blue eyes should cover the ‘something blue’ item. Then I talk about the reception, including the food, dancing, throwing the bouquet, the garter toss, and everything else I could remember from what I’d seen in person, elazığ escort and on television. When I told her about the dresses I brought with me from Earth for Lara and me to wear, she asked if she could see them, and I agreed. It required my getting Lara, as she had them hidden so Oliver wouldn’t see them before the wedding.

Lara escorted us to her room and showed us the hidden small closet where our dresses had been stored since my arrival. My dress was a full-length strapless white gown, with silver trim around the pattern in the skirt and bodice, and a short train. I had a sheer veil and a jeweled comb that would decorate the veil and my hair. The shoes were white wedge heels and I had a garter belt that Oliver could throw if we were to include that. Lara’s gown was silver and strapless, with a small white jacket to cover her shoulders, and silver wedge heels. Lara rested her hand on my shoulder as Helena looked carefully at our dresses. I feared she won’t like the dresses and would make us wear something else. When Helena looked at us, I felt Lara’s hand slide down to my back, and out of sight.

“These are magnificent. Many women of our world would be honored to wear such fine gowns for such a special occasion. Don’t be surprised if others try to duplicate your dresses after your ceremony. Do you have clothes for Oliver as well?”

I looked at Lara and we realized the same thing, she didn’t hate our dresses and we didn’t think of his attire. “No, I don’t. I just assumed he’d be required to wear the clothes of his world for this.”

Helena smiled big and said, “And you would be accurate. Now that I know what your gown looks like, I can have his clothes made to match, somewhat. We will plan your wedding, and then after you and Oliver have had your time together, we will resume your training. When the time is right, you will become our new queen. You will silence the naysayers and prove to them you are the perfect choice, and the right women to lead us all.”

I smiled big and hugged Helena without thinking about if it was proper or not. She hesitated for a moment then put her arms around me and hugged me back. “I always wanted a daughter,” she whispered in my ear. “My son could not have chosen a better woman than you.”

I fought back my tears as Lara escorted us back to my room then started to leave when Helena said, “I think this will be a ceremony that will be remember for eons. I’m sure you’re rather tired and I have much work to do. That is, if you don’t mind my setting this all in motion.”

“I don’t,” I said. “As long as Oliver is happy with everything as well.”

“You are like no one I’ve ever met before Alexis,” said Helena. “You are still concerned with my son’s happiness when all he needs to make him happy is you. Good night my dear. We have a lot of work to do to get this ceremony ready by Harvest Celebration, and I need to see my son.”

Queen Helena left and Lara quickly returned smiling and said, “She likes our dresses.”

“She’s willing to work with me on the wedding,” I said shocked.

“You’re getting married at Harvest Celebration in a week,” she said.

I collapsed into a chair and said, “I’m really getting married, to Oliver.”

“Yes, and soon you will be Princess Alexis,” she said.

‘Whoa, Princess Alexis, am I really ready for this?’ I thought. Ibarra and Lilja returned and helped me get ready for bed. That night, I was unable to sleep as I was so excited at the thought of the wedding, and so scared that I was about to become a princess.

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