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Abstract: Flight Engineer Meghan Rafferty joins an off-world mining shaft crew working in the asteroid belt, but no one told her about her real job.

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“Why the hell does my spacesuit have high heels?” asked rookie Flight Engineer Meghan Rafferty.

The din of alarms prevented nearby Asteroid Miner Technician Lori Brower from understanding the question. The technician yelled back as her visor locked into place, “Get your helmet on! We might have a breach!” Half of what she had yelled was audible across the room until her visor closed. The remaining half came through the comm system screaming from Meghan’s own helmet held in the rookie’s hands.

Meghan took a deep breath. Patches of sweat made her shear silky bodysuit undergarment cling to her skin around her chest and back. She set the helmet down, finished getting her hips into the bottom of the questionably rigged spacesuit then reached down inside the front to make certain her bodysuit’s rubber crotch access point lined-up with her spacesuit’s connectors. Quickly she raised the hard front panel of her oddly slender spacesuit and covered her torso and chest. She snapped on the locking back-to-front shoulder flaps and felt the suit motorize and squeeze around her body.

It was then she noticed the suit was tighter than any another spacesuit she ever wore.

Damn it! Was it the wrong size? There were no other spacesuits and if she couldn’t fit in the thing, she was screwed. It was too late to run back into the shuttle. The pilots were probably prepping for an emergency separation.

She tried to peer over the metal ring surrounding her neck. The shiny ring served as an interface to join her suit to the bottom of her helmet, but right now it only blocked her view. She tugged down on the ring with her gloved hands, all standard procedure to visually check that a suit had properly closed. The tightness of this suit certainly concerned her. She pulled again. The neck ring was smaller than normal. It wouldn’t budge. She couldn’t see over the obstruction like any normal spacesuit.

“Fuck!”

Higher pitched alarms sounded. The room shook again from another asteroid quake.

Looking at a semi-clear reflection in a polymer glass airlock door behind her, she did a visual check of her suit. What the hell? The view was blurry, but the damn suit had breast forms. She had been in such a rush, she hadn’t noticed the hard domes encasing her boobs and it wasn’t a smaller neck ring preventing her from looking down, it was a stiff collar that the front and back panels had formed around her neck. Normal spacesuits had a wide neck ring resting on the shoulders to interface with a large spherical helmet.

What was this thing?

She looked around and saw that the other asteroid miners had all left. The prep room to the airlock was empty now and there just wasn’t anymore time.

A computer voice began detailing issues between alarm bursts. She didn’t have time to listen to the words. No mater what the cause, she had to don a suit now.

The only technical issue with her suit’s design was its thinner more form-fitting construction. It wasn’t regulation with its thin hard shell and certainly not as rugged as the typical spacesuits she had trained in. But she was wearing it now, she did fit inside, and it did seem to have properly sealed. There was no choice. She had to get going.

“Damn it!” yelled Meghan as she pushed the snug helmet around her head. It snapped tight around her cheekbones, pressed her ears down and finally clicked onto the metal neck ring. She breathed in forcing the click of the air regulator. Air flowed. Inside pressure increased. The articulated joints powered up. And thankfully, the alarm noise now resonated at a fainter volume through the closed helmet.

She could finally think.

“Where’s the rookie?” said Commander Ann Bruno’s voice from Meghan’s helmet speaker.

“She’s bitching about her suit,” said Lori, sounding out of breath from a fast sprint.

“I’m coming,” radioed in Meghan wanting to rush out into the mineshaft. Another quake hit. She knew that the shuttle had to break contact with the asteroid and at that point the pilots would follow standard procedure and just leave if the mining base could quickly resolve the problem. Such alerts either got fixed in minutes or never, requiring a total evacuation. Asteroid miners had to be tough. There was no coddling out here in space.

She took a step and almost fell. Luckily she grabbed a wall. It was hard to look and see, but lifting her right foot up in front of her and pressing the bottom sole against the wall, she could quickly make out the narrow solid heel. She had noticed odd heels a few seconds ago, but these were even taller than she had thought, at a minimum four inches high! What the hell did she encase herself inside? Who designs something like this?

“It’s just a bad sensor,” yelled Commander Ann. “Reset the alarms.” Another quake hit. “We’re bilecik escort OK here. The shuttle can go.”

Meghan took several more steps and finally got out into the mineshaft. The large white metal door closed behind her. Her actions had delayed the shuttle and proved herself totally useless to the crew. On top of that, she walked like a newbie on ice skates. This was not supposed to happen this way. She was looking like an idiot in front of everyone. She saw the asteroid mining crew heading back. She had missed the entire event having spent the time dealing with her stupid suit.

The women asteroid miners each intentionally bumped against her as they passed. She deserved it. She let them down. Her new coworkers’ faces were hard to see under their visors. Only their nametags on top their helmets clearly showed as they all passed: Miner Lori, Miner Tingting, Minor Teresa, and Payload Specialist Deb. Their reinforced mining suits gave even petite Tingting a large stature compared to the taller Meghan, encased in her silly thinner form-fitting spacesuit.

Commander Ann approached, stopped and faced the rookie. “I expect a faster response from you. I’d have you do donning drills with your new suit, but the ship is leaving now and with the hazards here, its standard operating procedure that we stay in our suits for the remainder of our tour.”

“I’m sorry Commander, but this suit isn’t regulation. I mean look at this thing. It has boobs! High heels!” Meghan said all that while grabbing her enhanced chest and then pointing at her feet. She then lifted a foot by folding her leg behind her to show the underside of a supposed pressure boot with its absurdly narrow wedge heel and outrageous height. She blinked when she saw the heel. The thing even had a two-inch platform under the toes that she hadn’t noticed until that second. She wasn’t on high heels. She was on platforms with high heels. So it wasn’t just four inches. It was actually six! She scoffed while standing on one foot grabbing her ankle with one gloved hand and gestured to the raised boot with her other. Both her gloves were slender with wimpy motorization that barely had any of the normal torque levels. The legs didn’t either. In fact, normal suits had too much infrastructure to even allow her the leg flexibility she had just shown. Power in a miner shaft was more important than contortions.

“Look at this heel,” she added, “the legs, the arms.” She lowered her leg. “We’re in a mineshaft, not a bordello. Who got me this suit?”

Giggling came over the intercom. Meghan had forgotten to limit the scope of her helmet mic communication system. She should have set a proximity limit so only her and the Commander would be talking to each other.

“Little whinny bit…” said a cut-off voice as Meghan changed her comm settings. She had thought her way through the menu system of her suit’s computer and narrowed the comm to ‘local.’ She wished she had heard the rest of that statement so she could recognize the voice and later deal directly with the offending asshole. She wanted to punch someone. Was this some hazing ritual for rookies? Was it a prank?

“Flight Engineer Meghan,” said the Commander Ann, “we have been off world for almost a year now and I requested a capable and willing addition. This mineshaft isn’t the bordello. Your suit is. I expect you to fulfill all your obligations. You’ll learn about them soon enough.” The Commander in her husky spacesuit brushed passed Meghan, who had to throw her arms out to keep standing. Meghan’s tall slender suit just didn’t compare to power backed movements of a regulation asteroid miner suit.

Meghan looked at herself like someone had just spilled coffee in her lap. The suit was certainly provocative in its design. Her legs were tightly wrapped down to high heels that made them look even longer and lankier approaching the look of a runway fashion model. She had heard of the miners bringing in “entertainment,” but normally such stories only came from the all male stations, and even then, never from a government-run station like this one. She had trained for years to get here. She was top in her class. This was not the crap she had signed-up for.

She rethought what she had just heard. Did the Commander actually assign her to be a whore? It must have been a statement said in anger. Any other trained rookie would have handled the alarm better. Still the suit was outrageous. Come on. Why have this kind of spacesuit available here?

“Wait Commander!” said Meghan, trying to catch-up, but forced to slow down once again because of the heels and rocky terrain.

“Mic is off,” said her suit’s computer.

“Well, mic on.” The suit ignored her. “Mic on!” Nothing. She thought her way through the menu systems like before, but the options had moved for some reason. It was right there a second ago. Where was it now?

Helmets could read only general manisa escort thoughts and gradually trained themselves to be more responsive to its wearer. She thought vague notions like ‘up’ and the menu system highlighted different text. Another page of options displayed in front of her eyes across the inside surface of her glass visor. Through the glowing green translucent words drawn on her helmet display, she saw Miner Lori waving angrily off in the distance.

“My mic is off,” said Meghan then realizing no one would hear her. She started to run and then switched to a careful almost toddler-like walk. The blasted high heels were not meant for walking in rocky tunnels. She also wasn’t very adept at handling the precarious height even if given a flat smooth floor.

As Meghan got closer, her helmet speakers tuned to Lori’s radio transmitted voice.

“You stupid cunt,” said Lori, “you left your suit’s comm on local. No one’s going to be able to talk to you from a distance.”

Meghan shrugged. It probably wasn’t visible under the rigid suit with its Joan of Ark breastplate, but it was the only thing she could visually convey — aside from doing a vulgar hand gesture, and that would get her into more trouble.

The tunnel shook again. This time it wasn’t the unstable asteroid. Through the white metal frame of the airlock door’s window, the space shuttle could be seen pulling away. Good or bad, the suit she was in was going to be her home for the next week. Then she would complain to Section Command and report this Commander Ann to them. She did not sign-up to be looking like the village slut. In the meantime, if this was someone’s idea of a joke, she was going to find them, throw them into a pressure tube, climb in with them, and change suits. Surely even this mining operation had at least one pressure tube or an air locked maintenance room. For asteroid mining, a suit was required at all times, even in a supposed safe room. Everyone lived in their suits.

She felt her waist. The suit really did a number around her torso. It felt like it squeezed her boobs up into the large hard cups jetting off her chest to the point she couldn’t see over them. She had to turn sideways to see her ridiculous high heels.

“Stop preening girly girl. Come-on,” said Lori.

As Meghan followed her senior crewmember down a tunnel and around turn after turn, she mentally controlled the menus on her helmet display. She thought ‘up’ and ‘left’ and ‘down’ and finally found and selected the mic options. The damn suit’s menu system wasn’t meant for fast comm switching like normal suits. The freaking computer was making her look like a moron. She turned her mic on.

“Mic option disabled,” said the suit’s computer.

Meghan screamed inside her helmet and then noticed Lori looking back from her more capable and larger spacesuit — which looked very comfortable and roomy to wear since it didn’t cinch so tightly.

“We’re at a normal status now, not alert status,” said Lori’s voice. “You don’t have permissions set for talking unless there is an emergency and even then, we really don’t care to hear it. This is your station. It’s a stable area here in the tunnels — as stable as it gets. We don’t dig here, so you and that sissy spacesuit of yours won’t get hurt. Your daily job is to unpack the food cartridges, deliver them, and answer calls. Even a bimbo like yourself can handle that.”

“Fuck you. I’m Engineer level,” said Meghan inside her helmet.

Lori just laughed. “I don’t need a comm to know what your saying in there. Look, Commander Ann has power in the Mining Corp. We make so much money for them, they let her do anything she wants. If you fuck things up for us, you’re not getting home. I’ll flush you out into space myself. So enjoy the next six months.”

“We get a ship in a week,” said Meghan. “And I’m certainly writing a report.”

“I don’t know what your mumbling in there, but you probably think you’re here for a short jump, but we’re long term. Yesterday on the shuttle was the first time I’ve been out of this suit in months. We don’t even have pressure tubes. If your suit needs a new part, we use pressure bags around the leg or arm or whatever and let you change the part in there. It’s all field conditions from here on out. And don’t try to doff your sexy little suit in any safe rooms. This rock we’re on is just too unstable.”

Lori’s large electrically powered gloved hands tugged and pulled on Meghan’s slutty spacesuit. Something was being adjusted and Meghan didn’t know what. She should have pushed the hands away, but Lori was the superior here. Meghan knew she would regret it, but she simply stood there holding her hands out of the way as Lori adjusted yet another thing on the suit. What the hell was this bitch doing anyway?

“This,” Lori said, holding up a little computer pad, “will probably help you cope with your new situation. I would have mersin escort put it on you sooner, but the emergency call got in the way.” The little terminal snapped into a dock inset at Meghan’s waist like a large Texan belt buckle. Her helmet display began flashing through menus and several lines of commands that her suit was executing without asking for her permission first. Her suit suddenly stiffened leaving Meghan standing there like a mannequin.

“Welcome to the Alpha Dogs” said Lori banging her fists down hard on Meghan’s shoulders like a Frat boy ritual. Thinking about it now, Lori did look like a tough bitchy lesbian. Lori gave a dog howl and added, “We’re the most productive mining crew in the entire Corp. We’re actually contracted out to the private sector now. The Corp doesn’t tell anyone that. And neither will you. By the way, Tingting, won the draw, so she gets you first. Your calendar is pretty full tonight.”

Lori left Meghan stuck and helplessly frozen in her sexy spacesuit, standing there in a dark mine shaft tunnel alongside a portable food center — an asteroid miner’s equivalent to a taco truck.

Meghan thought through the menu controls. There had to be a way out. The panel’s of menus and commands continued to flash. What was happening? The flashing gave her a headache, but she had to think and control it. The words ‘domination’ and ‘submission training’ caught her eye. If someone had watched her face, they would have seen her eyes dilate at what she saw flash by.

Meghan knew she was in trouble.

Pressure inside the suit changed. Her helmet grabbed her scalp tighter than any other helmet she ever wore. Her rigid suit held firm applying full pressure on all joint flexers, normally used to help add strength to a suit’s movements, but instead now fought against her body’s struggling muscles. Her hips, legs, ankles, elbows, neck, and shoulders were surrounded in unmoving form-fitted bulletproof airtight space age material. Every joint of her suit was locked. The suit was so tight, it corseted her and she couldn’t even wiggle enough to rock back-and-forth and maybe force herself to fall over — although, she didn’t know how toppling herself would help.

“Welcome to the crew,” said a woman’s voice. A video was now playing in Meghan’s head. It wasn’t on the helmet’s display. It was in her mind. Blinking and closing her eyes made no difference. The woman stayed in view wearing a kinky spacesuit like Meghan’s. The only difference was the woman held her helmet under her right arm like a pornographic version of the Right Stuff. The arrogant bitch talked like an airplane stewardess describing seatbelt buckles.

The presentation continued, “Special options have been enabled to train your brain waves to correspond to your new job requirements. You may not be a willing participant in this, but you will comply shortly enough.” The smile on the bitch’s face really pissed Meghan off.

Meghan squeezed her eyes shut, but the image persisted. The stewardess walked casually across a white floor in an all white sterile world to a white table. What was on the table frightened Meghan. There was a two-headed dildo and some various pump looking contraptions.

“First,” said the stewardess, “as we access your inhibitions and melt them away, let’s discuss your toolset. Rarely used options of lesbian love have been initiated for you.” The woman paused to smile or, maybe, smirk. “This part is still in beta testing right now, but I will try my best to convey the techniques assuming you were heterosexual and therefore inexperienced. If not, this maybe rudimentary for you, but please be patient as we’ll reach more advanced techniques later in your brain wave reassignment phases, so bare with me.” Another pause with a smile followed.

Meghan’s suit stood motionless in the corner of the mineshaft. The lectures continued, hours of orations. There was no sleep, no ignoring, no escape. It was morning and her first appointed task would be that night.

No one else was there. Her eyes darted around in their sockets, but the view in her mind didn’t change. She watched as the stewardess casually discussed seduction and submission and bondage. Meghan was alone stuck in a suit with a computer playing a horror movie into her brain.

Dust created off in the distance floated down the tunnel and passed by her feet like fog, but she didn’t notice. The mine was returning to work. A dozen women had begun to switch from their brief day of R&R to diligently digging rare heavy metals under Commander Ann’s ruthless rule of the Alpha Dogs Miners.

*****

Meghan walked down an endless tunnel sporadically lit with a few LED lights. She had lost track of time. Her suit wouldn’t even show her a clock and out of nowhere she suddenly felt an urgency to find section A3B5E2. She knew it was her first appointment and from what Lori said, it was with Tingting.

Each letter and number of the section code represented a way to divide the endless maze of mining shafts with a regular grid. Knowing the layout made the system easy to understand, but Meghan’s damn suit wouldn’t give her access to a basic map — despite her actual rank, she was treated as no more than a Spaceflight Participant — basically a nobody. Even a cook had more access than she did.

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Three knights, armor shining, crested a hill. Their horses panted heavily in the hot sun, laboring under the full armor of their riders. Sir Aloric, the youngest of the three, had proposed they wear the armor as they arrived at Count Mevenmein’s court. The others had readily agreed, envisioning a grand entrance, but that had been when they believed themselves less than half a day’s ride out. By the time they realized a landslide in the night had made the foothills hell to cross, they were already sweating in what were increasingly feeling like metal coffins.

“We can still make it before nightfall,” Aloric said, taking off his helmet. Sweat poured from his ginger hair over his youthful, fair face. He tried an optimistic smile as he looked at the other two.

“Hrmph,” Gastogne snorted, his anger making his already serious face look dour. “We would already be there if it weren’t for all this damned luggage.” He stared back the way hey had come, at the baggage train trundling along. Two carts, stacked high and heavily laden with goods, were pulled by teams of slaves chained to it like oxen. These were no trussed-up pony girls though. These were labor slaves, wearing only a rag on their head to keep their hair up, if they wore anything at all. Around them were the dominas — loyal slaves who carried whips and urged the others on, and a few squires on horseback. Behind the last cart were another thirty slave girls, shackled and fettered in lines and rows. They each carried a sack — the slaves were responsible for carrying their own supplies. The carts were solely for the three knights and their squires.

Gastogne watched them all with increasing frustration. The first cart paused as it hit a hole in the road, and the slaves strained to push it out as the dominas encouraged them with whips and shouts. “Lazy cunts,” he muttered, looking up. The sun was just past its zenith.

“Come now, sir Gastogne,” the third knight said. He rode at the head of them, and it was his family crest that adorned both carts. Of the three, only he still looked fresh, the sweat on his brow barely a trickled, despite how warm his long, blonde hair must have been. Sir Moldred of House Gyvain smiled, and Gastogne couldn’t help but let some of his anger evaporate.

Moldred said, “Don’t tell me you’d prefer to travel like the knights of old? Roughing it out here, on our own? I can hardly piss without a slave girl holding my cock,” he laughed.

Gastogne smiled. “It woudn’t be so bad. We could paint Sir Aloric’s lips and eyes. He’d be a bit flat, but he could pass.”

“At least from behind,” Moldred added, and both of them laughed as Aloric stared at them aghast.

“I’ll fight you both. Right here and now,” he said.

“Calm yourself, Sir Aloric,” Moldred said, still chuckling. “Sir Gastogne and I are just jealous. I’ve seen the way the slaves crowd you.” Aloric sighed. If anyone had said it he would have drawn his sword then and there, but he was used to Moldred’s bad jokes. Moldred turned back to Gastogne and said, “And Sir Gastogne, why the hurry? Even if we arrive tomorrow morning, it will make no difference. Mevenmein has no knights in his realm. He only possesses an invitation to the King’s Tournament through some ancient decree. Regardless of when we arrive, in two days that invitation will be yours.”

Gastogne took a deep breath and said he agreed, but continued to watch the carts. Moldred would never admit it out loud, but he was more anxious than either of them. Gastogne was a commoner, the son of a charcoal maker who owned only two slaves and who was only able to have a child after saving for years to rent a pureborn from Moldred’s father. He had only been able to afford her for one year, but, luckily, she bore a son in that time.

Despite this common birth, Gastogne was born a knight — able to wield a crest. Uncommon, but not unheard of. What should have been unheard of was how, despite being a knight, the man had still had to scrape for everything. If Moldred hadn’t discovered his talents he likely would never have gained a crest of his own. Moldred fumed at the unfairness of it. In his opinion all men should be judged by their merit, not their class. That a man like Mevenmein could hold three crests and one of the most profitable lands in the kingdom, despite his fallow blood, was an injustice.

Tired of watching the slaves push the carts over the rocky path, Moldred said, “Let’s ride ahead.” The other two agreed, and they took off — the cool wind on their faces. They made it around the bend, before having to once again stop. A boulder blocked the path. Clearly knocked loose the night before, it was taller and wider than the carts. A crew of six cunts were hacking at it with pickaxes, while a short, fat man in a tunic lounged in a chair watching them. A seventh cunt was crouched between his knees. From the faces the man was making, she seemed to be making more progress than the other six combined.

The three knights stared at this, until Moldred finally said tuzla escort what they were all thinking:

“Fuck.”

–

Eve was not dead. This was something of a surprise to her as there were multiple points where she was sure the blonde bitch’s potion burning through her body would kill her. It didn’t though, and somehow, despite feeling like it would turn her insides to ash, she was left feeling better and more energized than ever.

She stood at the cleaning yard, a corner of the grounds near the river where small rocks had been laid down to keep the ground from turning muddy while the slaves cleaned themselves. With a bucket of water, some lye, and a rag, she slowly tried to wipe off the shame and disgust that still covered her body. She was alone. She had ordered the slaves that came to pick her up away. When she entered the cleaning yard she ordered everyone out. A few slaves spluttered something about being ordered to clean up, but they weren’t compelled. Besides, one look in her eye told them she didn’t need a cock to beat them.

None of this would have been possible without the potion. She would have been dragged off by slaves, who would roughly clean her while she lay there, unable to move. A further embarrassment after an already humiliating ordeal. There was a downside to the potion though. The exhaustion and pain had fit how she felt. Mentally she still had the disgust, the humiliation, but physically the only thing she was left with was the arousal. She told herself that was likely from the potion, but she knew that wasn’t completely true. She could still remember the feeling of Christophe first entering her, and though it made her want to vomit, it also made her wet.

Faye dunked her head in one of the larger buckets, holding her head under the water as she ran her fingers through her hair — trying to undo the tangled, cum-coated knots. The cold water helped clear her mind, but she could only hold her breath for so long. She wanted to scream, but there were other slaves and men around. There was nowhere she could go to be alone. Even bathing, she had no privacy. So, she shut her eyes tight, and began to scrub her skin furiously.

–

“Aye my lords,” the fat man said, the belt of his trousers still hanging open. “Rock slide last night. We been workin’ at it all morning.”

Moldred stared down at him. The peasant man’s crew of cunts looked weak and malnourished, skin tight around their ribs. They swung their tools, sweat dripping down their nude bodies, with a strength that would make a young boy laugh. At the rate they were going they would be ‘workin’ at it’ all week.

“We need to get through,” Gastogne said. “We have urgent business with the count. There must be another pass.”

The man ran his finger through his ear. “This is it, unless you head all the way back down.”

Gastogne continued to argue with the man while Aloric tried to soothe the knight and assured him it would be fine. Moldred turned away from them. They had gone over this with the man a hundred times. Nothing was changing. As he was looking back, he saw the first members of the baggage train starting to round the bend. They were losing time.

With a deep breath, Moldred walked over to the boulder. The slave girl’s, seeing his armor and bearing, fell to their knees. He ignored them. Instead, he focused on his chest, feeling the place inside himself where his crest resided. It appeared over his breast plate — shining a brilliant white.

Strength flooded his limbs as he drew on the crest. With a roar, he shoved both hands into the boulder and pushed. It shifted. He groaned, calling on more and more strength, but the boulder was twice his height and solid rock. With his crest he was as strong as ten men, but even ten men couldn’t have budged it further. He relented, and it fell back.

Then, beside him, Gastogne and Amoric appeared. Their crest’s glowed over their chests as well, and the three of them pushed as one. It moved, scrapping over the ground. They yelled in triumph as it inched forward. But then, the boulder hit a ditch slight incline, and settled in place. They tried again, but could push it no further.

Panting, the three knights looked at each other. After a moment, Moldred looked back to their bagged train and roared “Gash!”

A slave girl near the front of the train perked up and started running towards him. Moldred waited. Technically, ‘Gash’ was not her name. Her name was Gail, or Geel, or something like that. Even more technically, her name was Moldred-Gail, as pureborns were named after their owners but with a syllable added to the end. Moldred disliked both of those. He preferred the more descriptive names given to farm bred slaves. Why would anyone ever call a cunt ‘Ann’ or ‘Sal’ over the more interesting, and accurate, ‘Piss-lips’ or ‘Dick-squirmer?’

Gash ran as Moldred waited. She had terrible form, made worse by her swinging tits and the high pendik escort heels locked around her ankles. Her silver hair swaying back and forth over sharp, violet eyes. A series of straps crisscrossed her body — hiding nothing and supporting her ass and breasts. Moldred knew that on the inside of those straps were small spikes that were cutting into her as she ran. In fact, her whole attire was spiked. There were tiny spikes in her shoes just under her heels to keep her from resting. Spikes lined the inside of the heavy iron collar around her neck. She had dildos in her cunt and ass, both coated in spikes that angled down so they were harder to remove. Above those dildos was his crest, branded into her mons pubis. When she finally reached him, she threw herself onto the ground at his feet knees first, pressing her forehead into the ground in a bow. Moldred stared down at her. “Stand up cunt!” he yelled, and she hopped to her feet.

She was painfully thin, her ribs sticking out like the malnourished cunts trying to break down the boulder. He could see that her strap suit had been tightened to its fullest, but it still hung slightly loose. That was his fault. He was punishing her by not allowing her to eat anything other than cum. Soon, he would need to let her eat something — she was starting to be unsightly. He did worry that it might be letting her off too easy though. He couldn’t actually remember what she had done, but it must have been bad.

Gash stared at the ground, but he didn’t miss her lick her red-painted lips. He almost sighed. Gash was weak, even for a member of the lesser sex. Worse, she was appallingly obedient. Even without his brand on her, he suspected she would do anything he said. There were few positive things Moldred could say about her. She was pleasing to the eye, but that was not to her credit. Every woman, whether they were pureborn or birthed by magic, was given a witches’ brew to ensure they grew in a way that was more appealing. It was said that the more work the brew had to do, the more unusual they appeared. With her silver hair and purple eyes, Moldred guessed she had been given a double-dose. But, there was one thing Gash was good for. She was a genius.

“Gash,” he roared again, looking away from her and at the boulder. “If we put all our slaves on that, how long would it take to break it down?”

For the first time, Gash looked up. Her violet irises seemed to sharpen as she focused on the boulder. Her pupils made short, darting movements and he could almost see the wheels in her head beginning to turn.

“A little less than four hours master,” she answered. “There are thirteen tools in your supplies that would be suitable for the task, plus the ones the cunts currently working are using. Assuming average working speed it would be three and a half hours, but the slaves would need to be removed from the carts, then reattached once done. The average time for this is around twenty-three minutes. It would be faster with a cantilever, but that would require deconstructing a cart or finding a tree or log strong enough to not break.”

“Could I move it?” he asked, wondering if maybe there was some angle he could try to shift it again.

“Forgive this stupid cunt master, but it is unlikely. Your record is one hundred fifty-one stone. However, based on the furrows in the ground and the size and material of the boulder, it likely weighs at least three hundred.” She bowed her head. “This cunt requests a proper punishment for her insolence, master.”

“Remind me to flog you later,” he replied off-handedly. “For now, stay focused. I want us past this and back on the road in the next half hour. You know what I want you to tell me. Are there any options other than the potion?”

She paused for a moment — trembling. He watched her swaying a bit as she tried to stay balanced on her heels without resting her own heels on the small spikes built into her shoes. Her thin, weak body sweating in the heat, pussy juice glistening around her thighs where the painful dildos just sticking out of her cunt and ass made her wet. Finally, she said, “No master.”

“Wrack your brain cunt! I only have two, and if I have to waste one here I’m taking my anger out on you.”

She didn’t even hesitate. “There is no other way master. Not within that timetable.”

Moldred took a deep breath. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind she was right. Gash was never wrong about things like these. “Will it be enough? If I use it, it better be enough.”

“It will be master.”

He raised his hand, and he saw her flinch in anticipation. It was a tiny thing, only his familiarity with her let him see it. Too anyone else, she would have seemed the perfect, unmoving slave girl.

He lowered his hand, and rubbed her silver hair affectionately. “Good job cunt. You’ll be punished later for implying my weakness and failing to find another way, but for now you deserve a reward.” He pointed at the fat man, who had maltepe escort gone back to arguing with Amoric and Gastogne. “I don’t think you’ve eaten today. If he will have you, you may consume his seed.”

“Thank you master,” she said, looking up at him with glistening eyes. She sounded so sincere and grateful it was sickening. “Thank you for feeidng this worthless cunt.”

She ran off to eat her meal for the day. As she did, Moldred walked back to one of the carts. He pulled out a chest, and, with a key he kept on a string around his neck, unlocked it. Inside were two bottles of red liquid packed tight in straw. He took one out, locking the other one back in the chest. Walking back to the boulder, he uncorked the one he took out, and downed the contents. His crest once again appeared on his breastplate. As he walked towards the boulder, it began to shift from white to red.

–

“Three. Thank you master!” the slave girl shouted as Eve reared back for another strike. “Four! Thank you master!” the slave cried, the leather tendrils of the flogger digging into her plump breasts — sending her body spinning. The girl hung from the ceiling by her wrists, the chain between her manacles held up by a hook in the ceiling. She was spinning from the force of Eve’s blows. As she turned around again, Eve reared back and struck her behind with all her strength and pent up frustration. “Five. Thank you master,” the slave, Sloppytongue, whimpered.

Eve sighed, and rubbed her eyes. They were in her chambers, a small, bare room of white plaster walls and ceiling, and not much else. A folding straw mat lay in one corner — Eve’s bed. There were two hooks on the wall, one held a crop, the other normally held the flogger she now used on Sloppytongue. A wooden door, knee high and square shaped with a bolt to lock it from the outside, was built into one wall. The window was a vertical slit, open to the elements. There was no door on the entrance. The slave girl’s cries echoed down the tower stairs. The girl wasn’t supposed to call Eve ‘master,’ that was reserved for men, but she wasn’t going to disobey Eve.

“Six. Thank you master!” she cried as Eve flogged her stomach. Red, chafed skin and the beginning of worse wounds already coated her. Sloppytongue was a short, thin woman with olive skin and big, brown eyes that reminded Eve of a mouse. She whimpered like one too — twitching her nose as she cried. It was always hard to say the age of farm-born slaves, but she looked to be the same age as Eve. Not that it earned her any pity as Eve landed blow after blow with the flogger.

“Thirty. Thank you master,” she finally cried, and Eve threw the flogger to the side. Eve didn’t feel any better. If anything, punishing the slave had only increased the pent-up hunger inside her. “That stupid witch,” she muttered. “Healing potion my ass. There was something else in there.” She rubbed her thigh, wanting desperately to move her fingers just a bit higher, but not daring too. She didn’t have a brand yet, so theoretically she didn’t need permission to cum. But she wouldn’t dare it. She knew the penalty.

“Mistriss,” Sloppytongue said hesitantly, tears falling down her face and over her chest. “Has this cunt done something to offend you?”

“You said you had a message from my father?”

The girl nodded.

“So, you left your cell. Did I tell you you could leave your cell?”

The slave bit her lip. It wasn’t really fair, and Eve knew it. Another slave, likely one of the Dominas, had almost certainly let her out and given her orders. Still…

Eve slapped her breast, sending her spinning as she yelped. “What’s the message?”

“You must — Umn, Master Mevenmein says you must report to his slave quarters to be prepared for tonight.”

Eve frowned. She knew what was happening tonight. There would be a feast for the guests. Her father would undoubtably have something picked out for her to wear, but she could use the normal slave quarters to put on jewelry and whatever lace nonsense he had bought from the last trader to pass through.

“Did he say what I’m being ‘prepared’ for?”

“No.”

Eve slapped Sloppytongue’s other tit. She yelped and Eve asked, “But, you asked around like a good cunt, right? What’s the rumor?”

“Moldred,” she said, more question than answer. When Eve didn’t immediately hit her, she continued, “The rumor is he will bestow you on Master Moldred.”

Eve rubbed her eyes again. It wasn’t surprising, but the last thing she wanted to do was spend the night with some brutish knight with a vendetta against her father. It was only then that she noticed she had been running her hand up and down her thigh the entire time. She forced herself to stop, and instead let Sloppytongue down. The slave’s legs immediately collapsed as they touched the bare stone. She was a good slave though, and quickly turned her fall into a bow.

“Fetch my chamber pot,” Eve ordered.

Sloppytongue crawled to the small door that led to her cell. Most of the rooms in the manor had at least one slave cell. Boxes, built into the wall, too small to stand or fully lay down, that could be locked from the outside. Sloppytongue’s cell would have been cramped without the ceramic pot she pulled out of it. It was clean though, proof that the cunt was following at least some of Eve’s orders.

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Author’s Notes:

This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work wherever it is posted. If found anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Darkniciad 2011

The villains in this story are truly evil, and their actions prove it. Some scenes may be disturbing for some readers.

I make use of modern weights and measures quite often in my work, because those are the weights and measures of my fantasy world. I know many fantasy readers prefer more archaic terms, and I hope those readers can overlook my use of miles, feet, and other such measures.

Please note that the form of witchcraft in my world is not meant to be true Wicca. Nor is it supposed to follow “Charmed” exactly. No offence or confusion is intended.

You should read the preceding chapters of this story in order to know the characters and what is going on. You will find that reading Book I of this story, Danica, will give you a lot of insight into the characters and the continuing storyline.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Evelyn’s eyes widened in surprised wonder as the mists settled to reveal the study in the manor. “What is this place?”

“Home,” Celes answered. “This is our study. We need somewhere safe to put the pieces of this together.”

Ashley pulled out a chair at the large central table and gestured for Evelyn to sit down. “I guess the first thing I want to know is how you recognized the demon when I released it from my power.”

“The tattoo on its chest,” Evelyn answered as she sat down. She ran her fingers through her close-cropped hair. “Jihark demons all look different, but they all have that symbol.”

“Glad to see you alive,” Edna remarked from the doorway as she entered.

Ashley introduced her mentor. “This is Edna. She’s the one that had the premonition.”

Andrea stood up and pulled out a chair for Edna as the old witch approached. Edna offered a nod of thanks and patted the blonde’s hand as she sat down. “Did you say it was a Jihark demon?”

Evelyn nodded. “I remember how scared I was of the description in my Mom’s book when I was a little girl. That symbol is burned into my head from dozens of nightmares.”

Edna frowned. “Your coven isn’t the only one in serious danger, then. Jihark are almost impossible to banish or vanquish. This one will be back, and whoever summoned it to this plane is either extremely foolish, or extremely powerful.”

“The good news never stops,” Celes interjected, and then let out an exasperated sigh.

“Danica called. She said that she’d try again later. She seemed a bit lost in thought.”

Celes, Andrea, and Marlena all looked at each other, knowing that didn’t bode well either. “I think I should cast a farspeak and see what’s bothering Danica.”

The others agreed.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica appeared in a puff of smoke and breathed a sigh of relief as the shadow of a mountain blocked out the burning desert sun. She could have used the Hellgate, but decided to take advantage of a lesser teleportation spell that she’d never really had much opportunity to experiment with. The spell was one that she could cast quickly, and she’d already thought of a few places that she could modify it to quick-cast it using the battle-mage methods she’d learned so long ago at the Forge.

She smiled, thinking that it could never hurt to have a quick way to pop around in the heat of a battle. She crinkled her nose a moment later at the brimstone stench of the lingering smoke, doubting that she would use it anywhere except a battlefield because of that.

The spell had managed to greatly shorten her journey across the remaining desert from the east-most temple of Sekmamun in line-of-sight jumps. Now she stood at the foot of the mountains that marked the disputed boundary between the people of the desert and their rivals.

One look up told her that her journey had barely begun. A few passes and trails were marked on her map, but Harkhuf had warned her that the map was old, and might not be reliable.

That’s where teleporting and flying come in, she thought. Obstacles that might block a normal traveler wouldn’t mean much to her, and she had complete confidence that she would be over the mountains in a day at the most.

Even though she’d left early, it was still nearly noon. That made her think twice about attempting the mountains today, and left her with a conundrum. She’d felt reasonably safe while alone in the desert only because she was almost constantly teleporting, and knew from experience that it was nearly impossible to track someone popping in and out of different dimensions with such a spell.

Now, she faced the prospect of needing to stop, and had no real landmarks that she could use as a pattern to return via a normal teleportation spell. Naturally, the Hellgate was a possibility. Even if she couldn’t remember this spot, she could retrace her route and end up muğla escort in the vicinity eventually.

Since she was stopped anyway, she decided to put the decision out of her mind temporarily to try calling home again.

Celes beat her to it.

‘Danica, can you hear me?’

‘I can hear you,’ Danica responded silently. ‘I was just about to try calling you again.’

‘Are you okay? Edna said that you seemed worried.’

‘I am, but I’m fine. It’s a long story, but Pharaoh won’t be the one to start a war here. I’m heading east to see if I can manage to convince the Emperor to reconsider as well.’

‘Hold on. I’m going to try something.’

‘Okay.’

Danica felt the farspeak magic fade away, and saw the reason for it a second later. Mists swirled, and Celes stepped out from them.

“There are a couple of long stories at home, too.” Celes brought a hand to her forehead and let out a sharp breath. “Damn, but it’s hot.”

“We’re in the shadow of the mountains, but we’re still in the desert. It feels like winter compared to where I came from. Let me set up my tent so we can get out of the heat.”

Celes nodded, and Danica retrieved the magical shelter from her bag of holding.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Ebonar felt the black wave of demonic magic pushing against his wards in the cavern deep below the complex. All was finally in place, and the devil had taken the bait. A wave of his hand opened a portal, and a single step brought him to the room of scrying mirrors. One mirror, different from the others, was a new addition to the room. The glass was the color of blood, and framed in bone.

Through the mirror, Ebonar could see through the undead witch’s eyes, not that there was anything to see — yet.

That changed moments later in a burst of hellfire.

The mirror compensated for the sudden brilliance, as did the dead eyes of the witch’s corpse. With a commanding thought, Ebonar sprang the trap. The witch, her tortured soul trapped within corrupted flesh, drew the final rune upon the stone floor.

The wards strengthened tenfold, hiding the cavern from the sight of any form of magical divination save his own. At the same time, the containment circle sprang into being.

The hellspawn instantly understood its folly. All thoughts of retrieving the soul of the witch vanished. Bound by the magic of the circle, the devil raged, bringing its considerable power to bear — all for naught.

“My master will want to have a word with you,” Ebonar said. He dismissed the image in the mirror with a laugh, confident that even the powers of the devil were insufficient to overcome the magic of Zoraster Arias.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

The cavern was strangely silent.

Though the portal to the hells still yawned, the screeches and roars of demons emerging had ceased. Meckataur stood before the chasm, as still as a stone statue. Rexxus watched, having no intention of interrupting the powerful devil.

Meckataur had gone beyond the limits of his power. Between calling so many demons into the world and fighting against the gods to tear the portal wider, he had reached too far. Now, the devil asserted his dominance over all the hellspawn that he’d summoned, ensuring that their power belonged to only him.

Then the demon lord would use that newfound power to tear open the rift wider.

A less intelligent demon might have sought to strike the devil now to steal his power. Rexxus was not such a demon. Even though Meckataur’s mind was occupied, he was surrounded by wards established by his pet wizard and cleric. Within that, his own wards protected against betrayal by his human servants.

Only annihilation awaited anyone foolish enough to approach the mighty Meckataur, let alone anyone bent on some form of treachery.

Though ambitious and covetous of the devil’s power, Rexxus had settled into the uneasy truth. None beyond the lords of the hells could match the devil now — and none who stalked this side of the rift.

Even so, a smile spread across Rexxus’ face. The devil still had a weakness — his obsession with the destruction of Egoria, its nobles, and the fey folk. Some day, that obsession could prove his undoing. An intelligent demon could bide his time, and possibly exploit that weakness.

Rexxus was just such a demon.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

“It’s always everything at once, isn’t it?” Celes murmured as Danica finished relaying the news of her visit to the desert. The pair sat on the bed within the magical tent, shielded from the heat outside, sipping fruit juice.

“Maybe I should just come back and see if I can help protect the covens.”

Celes shook her head and shifted a little on the bed. “I don’t like the idea of you going alone, though.”

Danica smiled and said, “I was actually thinking that Marlena could mask us in illusion to make us look like locals, if that would make you feel any better?”

“It would. You’re really ordu escort just trying to find out if there’s anything you can do here, same as we are with the Jihark.” Though the air in the tent was magically cooled against the heat of the desert, it wasn’t that, but a memory that caused Celes to break out into goose bumps.

Danica immediately recognized the reaction. “Are you okay?”

“There’s something else.” After a deep breath, Celes continued, “The girls had been sneaking out, one at a time, and managing to hide it from Edna. We tracked down Danielle to a cave in the mists around the valley.”

The memory of what had happened flashed through Celes’ mind in a rush, and Danica gasped at the same time. Celes could feel the touch of her friend’s thoughts.

“Did you see it?”

Danica nodded, her face a little pale. “Sorry. It was just so strong that I couldn’t block it out in time.”

She hardly sounded convincing when Celes asked, “It can’t be Zoraster, can it?”

“It was too quick — too indistinct.” Danica shook her head. “Zoraster would be too arrogant to hide in the shadows. We’d know if he was alive.”

“Are you sure?”

Danica shrugged her shoulders. “He was also insane, so who knows. The dispell should have kept any magic from reviving him. He isn’t the only powerful wizard in the world.”

“I’m not so sure. Just be extra careful. Whoever it was, he’s dangerous.”

“You too,” Danica agreed. “Not much else we can do. So what do you think? Marlena and I see if there’s any way to get to the Emperor, and the rest of you see if you can find a way to protect the covens?”

“As good a plan as any. Since I know I can find you with the mists now, I can bring Marlena back here without a problem. You could always stay at the manor when you need to rest, and I’ll carry you back and forth.”

“Or I could use the Hellgate.” Upon seeing the look in Celes’ eyes, she added, “But only if you’re needed elsewhere.”

“So that’s the plan, then?”

“I’ll come back with you. I want to talk to Marlena about something. Between the two of us, we might just be able to eliminate the need of popping back and forth. It might take a while, but I don’t think the war is going to break out here overnight. There was an uneasy peace here up until all this happened. The Emperor will need time to get his armies ready to march.”

“And at least he’ll have to march them all the way into the desert, now. He won’t be meeting the Pharaoh’s army halfway.”

Danica nodded her head in decision. “I think I’ll want to talk to my sister and Darkni. We could work on those ideas for the covens to talk to each other and help each other along the way, too.”

Celes stood up and started toward the door of the tent. “Let’s get going then.”

Danica followed her friend outside and turned back toward the tent. Nostalgia flooded through her about the first time she’d used the magical shelter — and the company she’d kept. Memory of the more recent time she’d spent with Nicholas at Boldheart Castle made her shiver.

“You okay?”

Danica laughed as her face warmed. “I’m fine.” She then spoke the command word that caused the tent to shrink down into its portable form, and picked up the magic item. “Let’s go home.”

With a graceful, spiraling gesture of her hand over her head, Celes summoned up the mists, and the pair vanished.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Ebonar pounded his fist on the table.

“You didn’t really think my little rose would make it so easy, did you?”

Even though he was expecting his master’s arrival, the voice startled him a little. His wards were meant to alert him to everything happening within the complex.

Zoraster had walked right in behind him without triggering a single magical alarm.

“Danica is not our primary concern, despite her meddling. She merely delays the inevitable.”

“Is delay not our enemy?”

Despite his words, there was a subtle undercurrent of anger in Zoraster’s voice. “Not yet. Danica and the fools of Egoria have taken the obvious bait, allowing the true heart of my design to grow to fruition beneath the illusion.” Zoraster gestured for his clone servant to rise, and continued. “In time, we will need the nations to clash in war, and the havoc wrought by Meckataur’s hordes. For now, they serve as a distraction.”

The Archmage gestured, opening a magical portal to the prison of the devil. “To my true ends, let us visit our demonic guest in the catacombs below.”

Despite a hint of misgiving about Zoraster’s dismissal of Danica’s interference, the note of excitement in his Master’s voice brought a smile to Ebonar’s lips.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica leaned forward with her elbows on the stone window sill, looking out the window of the study. The last sliver of the sun sank below the mountains that appeared to float on an ocean of mist.

“They’re ready,” Ashley declared.

Danica turned from watching the osmaniye escort last rosy glimmers of the sky to see the redheaded witch hand Evelyn a small bag that clinked with the sound of the vials within.

“The red ones are the most powerful vanquishing potions I know how to brew. The silver will bring you here, if the Jihark returns,” Ashley explained.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” Evelyn said as she cradled the pouch of potions in her hand.

Danica crossed the room to join her friends and said, “No need. We’re happy to help, and hopefully we’ll be able to help you more, soon.”

Celes held out a hand and said, “Now let’s ease your mind and get those to your coven.”

The short-haired witch nodded, and accepted Celes’ hand. A moment later, the two vanished in a swirling of mists.

Danica looked at Marlena and smiled. The illusionist scribbled notes on a sheet of paper, and then immediately returned to the book she was currently researching. Danica’s idea to shield them from prying eyes had instantly awakened Marlena’s passion for her magic. She would already have a fine foundation to build from by the time they arrived at Darkni’s island the next day to discuss it with him and Devan.

Andrea had already sought her bed, and Danica knew why. The blonde witch was missing her new man, and the emotion was so strong that it had easily passed through the mental barriers that Danica kept in place to prevent her empathic powers from driving her crazy.

Marlena would likely remain nose down in a book for hours on end, if left alone to do so. Danica knew the feeling well, and she’d taken steps to make sure that the illusionist went to bed at a reasonable hour. Celes would take care of nagging Marlena until she put aside her books and papers.

With everything under control, Danica sought her own bed. There were many long days ahead for her — for all of them. Sleep would likely become a rare commodity as she and her friends worked on the means to aid the hard-pressed witches survive the demonic infestation of the world.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Ebonar nodded as two men moved forward to drag away the collapsed wizard. Another worker of the Art took the place of the exhausted man in the circle, immediately lending his power to a great magic taking place far away.

Reassured that those whom he had chosen were performing their task without question, he turned and left the room.

For nearly two weeks, handpicked wizards of sufficient power — and expendability — had served as human wellsprings to feed the magic of Zoraster Arias, though they knew not the fruits of their labors. Some would certainly recover unharmed, and find great rewards for their services. Most would find their reward cold comfort in light of the permanent crippling of their magical abilities.

Two would not care at all, as they had breathed their last within the circle.

The task at hand went beyond even Zoraster’s inestimable powers, requiring the circle of joining. Subverting what passed for the mind of a powerful denizen of the lower planes — even a weakened one — and leaving the devil none the wiser was a goal many would call madness.

Zoraster Arias had ignored such thinking to his benefit for many years.

Most of those whom Ebonar passed as he walked the halls of the complex were young, fresh students. Those who had already proven their worth were now scattered the world over, each weaving a single strand in Zoraster’s great tapestry.

One of great power yet remained within the twisting passages, however. It was to his chambers that Ebonar now traveled, the heels of his boots sounding quite out of place in the domain of wizards inclined toward soft leather shoes.

Ebonar’s thoughts were dark. Though he shared the memories and magic of his Master, his mind was his own. He remembered the object of Zoraster’s obsession — but to him, it was only a memory.

To Zoraster, it was the very seed from which he was born.

It was the furtherance of that obsession that he sought out the door ahead. Ebonar knew the mind of his Master well enough to understand that Zoraster would not be swayed from this course. Despite misgivings, he obeyed Zoraster’s command.

In a courtesy he would extend to few others that walked the world — let alone within the complex — Ebonar knocked upon the door when he reached his destination.

“Enter, Ebonar,” Thanatos called from within.

The spawn of Meckataur maintained no wards over his chambers, for he needed none. Ebonar opened the door and stepped inside to find Thanatos mouthing the words of yet another new spell. The fires of magic burned nearly as deep in the demon as the fires of hell, allowing Thanatos to absorb new magic as a sponge draws up water.

Ebonar closed the door and revealed, “I have a task uniquely suited to your abilities, if you are interested?”

Thanatos closed the book before him with a smile that would have made most men’s skin crawl. The demon had found great pleasure and reward in the tasks presented to him, and anticipated more of the same.

Ebonar did not disappoint him.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica awakened and stretched, feeling a little better for having caught some real sleep. She glanced over to the other side of the room and smiled, nostalgia washing over her.

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A/N: Wow, it’s really been a long time since I’ve written one of these. I know this submission is shorter than previous ones, but perhaps it can tide ye over till I can catch up!

To everyone who’s reached out to see if I’ve been doing okay health-wise, thank you all for your concern. Tensions at work and changes in my personal life have severely impacted the time I have to write, though I’m slowly attempting to remedy that.

Thank you for your interest, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

*****

Chapter 31- Agni

30th November, 2017

12:37 p.m.

I.G.A.D.W.T.F. Base, Dublin, Ireland

I sat through our briefing in a daze, a million conflicting trains of thought fighting for dominance in my head. It was like my brain was stuck in an infinite “if-else” loop, desperately trying to find a way out of the scenario I was in.

If I told Fiona and the others what was happening, Rayka would be killed.

If I didn’t, they would die, and I would be arrested or killed.

I knew that logically, one life– regardless of its place in my heart– didn’t justify the tradeoff. The kicker, though, is that feelings are never logical. They just are. You feel what you feel no matter the reason, and when they’re as strong as the ones I was wrestling with, no amount of logic could change the outcome.

I would save Rayka. No matter what.

But would I be able to stand by and watch my squad die? Did I have it in me to–

“Chris?” Fiona asked, placing her hand on my shoulder and startling me. “Are you okay, kid? You’ve been super distracted since you walked in.”

Glancing around, I saw that we were the only ones left in the room. I guess moral quandaries about literal life or death really put you into your own headspace.

“I’m alright,” I responded, flashing a small smile. “Relationship trouble, that’s all.”

Honestly, with all the secrecy surrounding our work, I’d gotten bloody amazing at lying through my teeth over the past few months.

“Well, leave that shit here, okay?” she said, patting my shoulder. “Even if this is probably just another kid trying to make a mini-sun or whatever, we can’t let our guard down.”

“Roger that, Centurion.”

“Good lad. Now go get your stuff together. We leave for Galway in five.”

Saluting her sharply, I headed to my room to get my go-bag. I was surprised to see Anaya waiting for me outside the elevators, a bag in her hand as well.

“The fuck are you doing here?” I spat, not even bothering to hide the venom in my voice.

“Didn’t anybody tell you?” she asked, mockingly. “I’ll be riding along with you on this mission.”

“I don’t need a bloody babysitter! I know what’s at stake. Vince will fucking get what he fucking wants.”

I doubled over as excruciating pain blossomed in my midriff. A fist tangled in my hair forced me to look up at her through watery eyes, my lungs struggling to fill with air.

“You will give the Commander the respect he deserves, or I will make you pay. Is that clear?” she stated, coldly.

If looks could kill, my glare would have melted her face off.

“Good,” she grunted, letting go and shoving me to the ground. “Get yourself together and let’s go, already. The sooner I’m rid of you, the better.”

I climbed to my feet and dusted myself off, glaring after her as she walked away briskly. Snatching up my bag from where it’d fallen, I followed her to Ryan’s car, getting in the back as she got in the passenger’s seat. He shot me an apologetic glance through the rearview mirror, and I nodded back, understanding that he didn’t have much of a choice in what was happening, either.

The ride to Galway was awkward as nothing else. Anaya, with her haughty and aloof attitude, completely threw off our dynamic. Even if she hadn’t, I wasn’t exactly in the mood for conversation.

A little over three hours later, we arrived at the safehouse in Galway– a seemingly abandoned farmhouse, close to the Atlantic shore. Galway was one of those cities that seemed to just fall away as you neared the city limits, giving way to wide swaths of farmland.

Its pseudo-remote location made this safehouse a place where we could Wield freely, one of only two in the country. There were also more sheep than people around, which worked in our favor. However, the fact that it was an area where Wielders could more freely cast spells also meant that reports from the region were taken more seriously than others.

We were the last to arrive, and as we walked into the house, I saw that all the others were already gathered in the main room, a single LED bulb doing an admirable job of illuminating the large space. Anaya immediately took charge, which didn’t sit too well with Fiona. However, given that Vince outranked her, she kept her dissatisfaction to herself, save for a single dirty glance.

Contrary to our usual methods, Anaya had all the teams göztepe escort meeting in a single grid after their sweeps, indicating that she considered it a high-profile target. While the others accepted her explanation that they didn’t need their Armor since it was probably not a Dark cell, I knew otherwise.

She was sending them to their deaths like pigs to slaughter. No weapons, no Armor, no way to defend themselves.

I had to let it happen.

I couldn’t let it happen.

But she was there. Anaya was right there, just waiting for me to fuck up. She probably had a direct line to Vince with a Communicator, too. The second I did something wrong, that was it. Rayka would die.

And yet, this couldn’t be how things happened. I had to stop it. I just had to find a way– and that was when I saw it.

A pair of Inhibitor Cuffs sitting on the table, a mere couple of meters from Anaya.

I had to do it.

Without even giving myself enough time to think it through, I tapped into my Power, drawing in as much as I possibly could. The light overhead flickered and went out as magical fields interfered with electromagnetic ones, but it didn’t matter. Before the others even had a chance to react, I’d augmented myself completely, moving faster than they could blink. Rushing over to the Inhibitors, I clamped them around Anaya’s wrists, activating them before releasing my hold on my magic.

The light came back on instantly as I dropped to one knee, the suddenness with which I’d de-augmented myself jarring my body.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Anaya asked, fixing me with a cold glare, the others just looking at me with varying degrees of shock.

“Hold her,” I wheezed, as my body slowly recovered. “Trap.”

“Troy, Rory,” Fiona commanded, indicating with her head that they should do as I asked. “Chris, explain.”

Struggling to my feet, I took a couple of deep breaths in before answering her. I explained everything: How Vince had blackmailed me from the beginning, how the whole mission was a trap, and how Vince had threatened to kill Rayka if I didn’t cooperate.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized, unable to even look at her face. “I never meant to hurt anybody. I just wanted to keep Rayka safe. But I couldn’t just let them–“

“I understand,” Fiona responded, walking up to me and surprising me with a hug. “It’s not your fault, Chris. You were used.”

“This may not be,” Michelle chimed in, “but Rayka’s blood is now on your hands.”

I looked at her in shock, ice-cold fear shooting through my veins. “What–“

“You didn’t really think that the Commander would send us to our deaths, did you?” Emily asked, tilting her head to a side. “This was always just a test, Chris, to see whether you could do as you were told. Nobody would have died– well, Fiona would have, but we were all just looking for a reason to off her, anyway.”

“He got to you, did he?” Fiona asked, her voice dangerously low.

“All of us, actually,” Rory interjected, as he helped Troy take the Inhibitors off Anaya. “Well, except for the Muddie, but they’re disposable.”

Anaya tsked, rubbing her wrists as the others gathered around her, backing myself, Fiona, and Ryan into a corner. “All you had to do was keep your mouth shut. A Wielder and a Muddie for the life of someone you love– not a bad deal, overall.

“But no, you wanted to be good. You wanted to be a hero, like Mommy and Daddy. Very well, little hero, it’s time to pay the piper.”

The light went out again as all of us collectively drew on our magic. Even if we’d all been at similar strengths, Fiona and I were massively outnumbered, and we knew it.

“Protect Ryan,” she instructed me, as she punched a hole through the wall behind us, leading us out of the house.

I nodded, pushing him ahead of myself as I ran, reaching out to my Media, weapons, and Armor, and summoning them to me. Unlike the others, my gear was still stashed in my Abode at the Academy, an oversight that would cost me dearly.

Emily suddenly appeared in front of us, an arrow nocked and pointing right at me. Smirking, she let it fly, but Fiona intercepted it, swatting it out of the way with an edged mace. She was already armored up, and she lunged at Emily, the two of them disappearing for a few seconds. Ryan and I kept running; it was all we could do just then.

I could see an old well up ahead, which gave me an idea. Scooping Ryan into my arms, I augmented myself to twenty percent, crashing through the slatted boards that were covering up the well. Bracing myself for the impact, I splashed down into the water, de-augmenting just enough to tell him to stay there, before re-augmenting myself and clambering back out.

“Augmented,” Fiona panted, skidding to a stop next to me. “More powerful than I knew. Circle.”

Nodding, I followed her instructions, çorlu escort pushing my augmentation to one-hundred percent, the two of us now facing away from each other with the well between us. The true difference in Power between us and our attackers soon became apparent, their attacks merely appearing out of thin air for me.

Try as I might, I couldn’t keep up with them, and as the seconds ticked by, I was covered in hundreds of little cuts. I healed what I could, but more opened up even as others closed.

They were just toying with me, and I knew it.

My body felt like it was on fire, but I knew that I couldn’t give up. As futile as it may be, I had to try to fight back. However, with my gear still a few seconds away, I just didn’t know how.

“Wield,” the voice in my head helpfully offered.

“Nice of you to show up,” I thought back, as a new gash opened up across my forehead, blood splashing into my eye before I could heal it. “Do you think I wouldn’t if I fucking could?!”

Yeah, I may have been on the cusp of death, but my sarcasm wouldn’t be taking any breaks.

“You can,” the voice insisted. “There is a flame burning deep inside you. A primordial fire that is just waiting to be called upon. Reach for it. Summon it.”

“The Seals–“

“The Seals mean nothing. Call, and the fire will answer. All you need to do is believe.”

“Such a fucking Disn–“

My thoughts were interrupted as a deeper gash opened up across my ankles, cutting through my tendons and sending me on my back. I rushed to heal myself, stumbling to my feet and looking around wildly, just in time to see Fiona reappear on the ground. Her weapon appeared a dozen meters away, and in my augmented state, I couldn’t be sure that she was breathing.

The others started appearing around me, all of them dropping to a similar level of augmentation. Anaya was the last to appear, unarmored, licking specks of my blood off her lips, a regular kitchen knife in her hands.

“The game’s up, little mouse,” she taunted, in a singsong voice. “Your brave defender is broken, and you will be dead before your things arrive. Give up, and I may let you live long enough to see me choke the life out of your beloved.”

“No,” I grunted, forcing myself to stand up straight. “I will beat you.”

“Brave words,” she said, bringing her hands together. “I applaud your bravery. Truly, Mommy and Daddy would have been impressed. It’s not everybody who can still try, even when they’re almost dead.”

A blink later, she was standing behind me, the razor edge of her knife held to my throat. “Do you surrender now?”

“I may die,” I sighed, closing my eyes and accepting the inevitable. “But I will never go quietly into the light.”

As I affirmed my intention to fight till my last breath, a stillness that I’d never felt before filled my mind. At the heart of that stillness was a warmth unlike any other.

In my mind’s eye, I could see myself as a child.

It was my fourth birthday, and we’d just finished saying goodbye to Randal and Mathias’ families. As Mum and Dad cleared everything away, I’d lounged in front of the fireplace, just watching the flames dance as I’d bathed in their warmth. That year had been the first time we’d lit birthday candles, and ever since my young mind had made the connection between the little flickers on my cake and the roaring waves in the fireplace, I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off them.

For what was probably the first time in my life, I hadn’t shown any interest in the rest of my party. Presents had gone unopened and games had been played sans enthusiasm. Every single chance I’d gotten, I’d wandered over to the fireplace, just placing my hands up against the grate and pushing my face forward as much as I could. I hadn’t realized it back then, but the metal grate had never felt too hot to touch; I’m not sure if any of the adults noticed, but I remembered even pushing a couple of fingers into the heart of the flames, only to come away unscathed.

There was a surreal beauty in the fire that called to me, even back then; a fascination that I could never quite explain. Hour after hour, year after year, I’d just lose myself in their ethereal undulations, always wanting to understand more, to do more with them.

Once I’d unlocked my Power, it seemed like my wishes had been somewhat fulfilled. I found myself falling back on Fire-inspired spells more often than not, and for whatever reason, they seemed to actually take less Power than other spells. It was almost like the element of Fire itself called to me, and my soul had reached an understanding with it. Through the years, I’d grown complacent, almost taking advantage of the sparks, but in that moment, it all came rushing back to me.

The flames were creation and destruction; salvation and undoing.

They sang to me, beckoned me, begged ümraniye escort for me. They whispered sweet nothings and vile temptations, promising everything and nothing. They wanted to be consumed but spat that they would consume me instead.

The warmth was love. It was lust.

It was hope and it was fear.

It was fire.

It was mine.

“Agni,” I breathed softly, as I felt the blade slice into my skin.

The warmth inside me was fanned into a roaring fire, heat bursting out through every pore in my body.

“Agni!” I screamed, my arms curling up as every inch of my body seemed to spontaneously combust, a cool heat spreading all over me, cushioning me in its embrace.

The fire was home.

Roaring my challenge as my eyes flew open, I pushed the fire out around me, sending everybody flying through the air. The flames licked my wounds, closing them instantly, their heat restoring my body.

In my mind, however, none of that mattered. The heat was everywhere. It was everything. None would stand between myself and it.

“How–” Anaya muttered, climbing to her feet, looking at the stub of her melted knife in shock.

In response, I ensconced her in a ball of fire, choking and burning her at the same time.

How could something so insignificant even dare to try and divert my attention?

The others were quick to retaliate, augmenting themselves into higher states and attacking me at once.

Very well, if death was their wish, I would grant it.

Grunting, I merely fed the flames, creating a nimbus so hot around me, it liquified the ground.

Like flies in an electric trap, they dropped to the ground, their Armor fused to different parts of their bodies. Looking around, I scoffed at their smoldering remains, before spotting the last of them on the ground.

Walking over, I squatted down, reducing the nimbus to just my hand.

I was going to take my time with this one, and enjoy it.

“Stop!” an annoying voice shouted.

I stood up and looked around for the gnat that had wormed itself into my head. Two to burn were better than one. Only then, would I be alone with the fire.

“Chris, you need to take control!” it shouted, though I could not see it anywhere.

No matter. One to burn was better than none.

The flames were hungry. I would feed them.

“Chris Michaelson, the Fire is consuming you. Snap out of it!”

I grunted dismissively, walking back to the last little fly.

“You must listen to me!”

I was growing tired of the game. It was time to end it.

I raised my fist up, ready to squash the fly.

“Eirineftís!”

I stopped, my fist inches from its face.

“What?” I asked, struggling to fight through the sauna of my mind.

“Chris Eirineftís,” the voice said, cutting through the warmth. “That is your name. Your true name. The one your parents bore. Would they want you to kill an innocent? Would Rayka?”

“Not innocent. Attacked me. Tried to kill me.”

“They did. Fiona is not one of them.”

“Fiona?”

“Centurion Fiona, yes.”

“Centurion…”

The heat grew cooler; flickering, snarling at losing control.

“That’s it. You must fight it. You must maintain control!”

It was too much. Too much to fight; too much to win. My mind was torn asunder, at war with itself. I scratched and clawed my way to dominance, crying out in defiance as I realized that I was hovering over Fiona, ready to kill her.

I will not do this!

One final yank, and the blazing haze disappeared as quickly as it’d begun. I collapsed to the floor as I dropped out of my augmented state, the hard ground cutting into my naked knees. I looked around, bewildered at the state of everything around me.

“What the fuck just happened?” I asked the voice, as my Armor, weapons, and Media finally arrived. “How in hell did I just do all that?! Was I Wielding without Media? How is that even possible?!”

“There is more to magic than most people realize, Chris,” it answered, audibly relieved. “Ancient secrets are beginning to reemerge, and you are part of them. Beware of who you trust.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that!” I insisted, but silence was all I got in response.

I don’t even know how long I knelt there, before realizing that I was buck naked. Quickly activating and slipping into my Armor, I geared up completely and healed Fiona as best I could. After retrieving Ryan from what could have been a watery grave, I got them both back to the car. I didn’t exactly know where to head, so I just started driving away from Galway, with no real destination in mind.

“Cork…” Fiona mumbled feebly, from the back seat, about an hour after we’d gotten on the road. “Find Dave. Ferry. Password is ‘Succulent’.”

“Understood,” I nodded, glancing at Ryan, but he was asleep, too.

“You there?” I called, hoping the voice would reply. “I could really use some answers before this drive sends me spiraling through a million different theories.”

Once again, all the I was met with was silence. So, I spent the next few hours keeping true to my word and analyzing everything that I could remember about what had happened. Try as I might, however, I just couldn’t explain it.

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Sybil hurried to the space cruiser Pacifica’s control room as instructed. The need for a pilot was urgent. She passed all her quick physical exams and received several shots of different neural active chemicals in preparation for her merging with the space cruiser’s biocomputer. The young and attractive red headed woman wore a black nano-link pilot’s suit that hugged her body tightly like latex.

As Sybil stepped in she observed two medical technicians swiftly carry out another pilot, a catatonic man dressed in the same type of black suit. The other pilot’s eyes were dilated and his limp tongue hung out of his mouth. Steam was visibly rising out of his body. She began to wonder if volunteering for this assignment had been a good idea.

Inside the darkly illuminated control room was a tall blond haired man wearing the white uniform of a computer technician. The computer tech looked hurried and annoyed. He was busily making adjustments on a computer screen as Sybil approached him and he noticed her.

“Flight Lieutenant 1st Class, Sybil Jackson?” Asked the computer tech.

“Affirmative, sir. Reporting for duty, sir.” Sybil said as she offered a salute.

“I’m Capt. Bernard Holmes, Command Computer Technician, duty officer. We don’t have time to waste, please take your seat on the command chair, Lieutenant Jackson.” Bernard said.

“Sir,” Sybil nodded and stepped up to command chair.

In the center of the room was the space cruiser’s command chair. A large black and silver chair of robotic arms, wires and cables. Attached to the head rest of the chair was a helmet closely resembling a bug’s head which housed electrodes that would connect brain into the chair. Sybil climbed into the seat that buzzed electronically and reacted to her presence by attempting to tighten around her body. Once she settled into a comfortable position, Sybil felt the chair padding press against her as robotic arms quickly attached cables and wires to the suit around her body. The helmet descended on her head and began connecting electrodes and wires to her.

“You’re a beta class rated pilot, correct?”

“Affirmative, sir.”

“In the command room we may dispense with the formalities,” said Capt. Bernard. “Have you been fully briefed on our mission?”

“Yes. Flight Command has reported that a refugee transport carrier, the Alabama Summer, ferrying passengers from the planet New Ottawa is experiencing massive and imminent system failure. Space Cruiser Pacifica has been assigned to rendezvous with the Alabama Summer and evacuate all passengers. Unfortunately there are no Alpha Class pilots currently in condition for assuming control of the Pacifica so Flight Command requested volunteers among the Beta Class pilots.”

“Precisely, you have briefed about the danger to your health? Do you fully acknowledge and accept the risk?” Capt. Bernard asked.

“I do, sir.” Sybil replied. “I am confident I can get the job done.”

“Excellent. I will be here to monitor you and guide you through the process. Our time is limited so if you are prepared I will begin the process immediately.” Capt. Bernard said as he finished adjustments to the controls on the command chair.

“I’m ready to proceed,” Sybil said.

Capt. Bernard manipulated his computer control console and activated the first state of the brainwave synchronization process that would put Sybil in control of space cruiser Pacifica. The first stage of coupling between Sybil and the space cruiser’s biocomputer began with Sybil experiencing a sensation of energy building up around her. The vibrations of the chair and the gentle massaging of energy pulsating from electrodes in her pilot suit gave Sybil pleasurable chills.

“Oh wow that’s nice,” Sybil sighed.

Sybil gazed contentedly at Capt. Bernard as her mind began to be cybernetically mated to space cruiser’s mainframe biocomputer. “They didn’t tell me it would feel this stimulating.”

“Some first timers have reported feeling a buzz.” Capt. Bernard replied. “Just go easy okay? Your only a star fighter pilot and not fully qualified for this but since all our cruiser pilots are sick with Martian Ice Flu we have to go with you.”

“Don’t you worry, I’m a professional” Sybil said after a quick glance to see if Capt. Bernard was looking and spread her legs open and rubbed her hand against her aching crotch.

“Gawd, this biocomputer is getting me hot.” Sybil whispered as she gave herself to the electronics.

Sybil was seated in the pilot’s command chair on board the space cruiser Pacifica. Thick cables snaked all along her body connecting her and the suit to the command chair. Her every nerve ending on her skin was nano-linked to the ship’s computer.

“Brainwave synchronization bursa escort commencing now,” Capt. Bernard said as he typed keys on the computer display. “You might find it disturbing.”

“Yes. Give it to me.” Sybil murmured.

Sybil experienced a sensation very much like her brain was being sucked through a straw. What a thrill it was to be disembodied by the machine. The space cruiser’s biologically based supercomputer contained a massive amount of computing power, greater then anything silicon could produce of similar size and weight. The biocomputer sat like a giant pink potato in another part of the cruiser, safely housed in a sweet smelling bath of nutrients and neural stimulants. No one felt safe giving the gigantic brains who operated most everything in this future society free will so all the biocomputers required the guiding presence of a trained human mind. Sybil was more familiar with the smaller sized biocomputers such as you found on a star fighter and this was a computer brain of an entirely different magnitude.

“Oh my,” Sybil cooed as the biocomputer attempted to synchronize brainwave patterns with her. The biocomputer, accustomed to pilots with more supple brains, tugged aggressively at her psyche–sending waves of signals through her brain. “Its rough, I like it.”

“Brainwave patterns synchronizing. Good job.” Capt. Bernard said taking little notice of Sybil’s intoxication as he gazed at a computer display.

The feeling of being abused was exquisite to Sybil. The space cruiser computer roughly pulled her mind out of her body. It violated her sense of self within her own body. What terrestrial could screw her brains out like the mindless biocomputer that acted out of pure instinct? Sybil felt her consciousness being first penetrated then stretched and pulled by the biocomputer trying to mate with her mind and become one. The biocomputer was merciless in stretching her consciousness, she could almost hear it saying: “I’m taking what I want from you now bitch. Your brain is mine.” An alarming quantity of labia fluid came gushing out of her vagina.

“Ahhhh,” Sysbil whimpered.

“Good thing these suits absorb fluids,” thought Sybil.

“Are you okay?” Capt. Bernard glanced back at Sybil.

“I’m fine, don’t stop.” Sybil said with authority.

“Okay, but if you feel any pain or discomfort you let me know so I can slow things down. This isn’t a shuttle sized biocomputer, this is a heavy space cruiser biocomputer were talking about, the biggest Earth makes.” Said Capt. Bernard.

“I’m fine–I don’t mind a little pain,” replied Sybil while she licked her lips in anticipation. “Just don’t stop.”

Capt. Bernard eyed Sybil warily.

Slowly but progressively Sybil’s body was becoming the space cruiser. The great pink brain in the center of the space cruiser seized Sybil’s mind and made her part of it. Nothing could prepare her for the extent of her violation and penetration. Every cell in her body was touched and scanned by the biocomputer, her every sense caressed down to the tips of every last synapse. Sybil’s world shook from the cataclysmic euphoria she never thought possible. Sybil clenched her teeth. Her body convulsed and tightened violently at the extent of her pleasure and she lost focus and the feeling of oneness with the space cruiser slipped away.

“Damn it,” Capt. Bernard cursed. “Your vital signs are moving into the red zone. Are you planning to give yourself a stroke? Do you want to die? You were instructed to go easy.”

“Sorry,” Sybil wheezed. “I’ve got everything under control now.”

“You damn well better,” Capt. Bernard went back to his console. “I don’t have time for another pilot to be wheeled down to the infirmary like the guy who last volunteered to do this.”

“Just do your job and I’ll do mine,” Sybil said as she focused her thoughts on synchronization with the biocomputer.

Reaching for the biocomputer with her mind like a lover on a bed, Sybil invited the biocomputer to invade herself, to take possession of her. The biocomputer brain, more primeval then a human brain, consumed her with savage intensity. Immediately Sybil felt disembodied by the biocomputer again. Her consciousness floated in empty space, liberated and free.

“Do me,” Sybil whispered to the biocomputer while she focused on enticing it to her. “Come on big boy, enter me, take me, make me yours–I’m here.”

The biocomputer engulfed Sybil’s consciousness and penetrated her more fully then anything she ever wildly imagined. She felt every cell in her body was being fucked, as if a million dicks were reaming her at light speed. To Sybil it was sweet violation. The biocomputer mated with Sybil’s çanakkale escort brain, becoming one with her. Sybil thought that surely there could be no more complete union than this.

Slowly again she felt herself being spread out on to the space cruiser. It felt exhilarating to her beyond what she thought possible. Sybil exalted in the feeling of power from of the great nuclear fission drives exploding in her bosom. She became attuned to the feeling of gravity and light around her like waves of an ocean. And Sybil grew aware of the many human life forms, the crew of the Pacifica, living inside her and pulsating pleasurably in her body.

It was almost too much for Sybil who reveled in the experience. She was completely unaware of Capt. Bernard the computer tech as he shouted out warnings of her being dangerously close to cardiac arrest. Sybil was preoccupied with being absorbed by the biocomputer. Sybil and the space cruiser were merging, closer then any lover could and Sybil found it a truly euphoric experience. The million systems and sub-systems of the space cruiser became apparent to her. She could feel the heave of the automatic life support systems in her lungs. The biocomputer was automatically matching the space cruiser’s functions to the approximately similar bodily functions Sybil possessed.

At first it was all too daunting to comprehend the myriad of controls but Sybil’s mind was assisted by the biocomputer and it became easier and easier. Most delightful was her rising awareness of the space cruiser’s sensor arrays. She saw things across the many spectrums of sound, light and gravity in unimaginable clarity. The stars did not shine white, they were actually a rainbow of colors she was completely unaware of and they bombarded her with sensationally silky waves of radiation.

“I am complete,” said Sybil who was now the space cruiser.

“Good gawd, Sybil. I was about to pull the plug,” Capt. Bernard said with exasperation.

“Not Sybil anymore, I am Pacifica.” Said the conjoined Sybil-Space Cruiser.

“Oh right,” Bernard stuttered. “Sorry Pacifica.”

“No need to worry, Capt. Bernard.” Sybil said calmly. “Let us proceed with the rescue operation.”

“Yes, of course.” Capt. Bernard replied as he turned back to his computer screen.

Sybil smiled. In a instant she had reviewed Capt. Bernard’s entire file that was stored within the biocomputer’s memory. She knew all about his failure to pass the pilot training and why he ended up regulated to merely assisting pilots. She detected it was inability to completely surrender himself to the biocomputer that prevented his success. There was much she knew about him instantly. With the ship’s sensors she could read his biorhythms as if they were text. He was jealous of her, turned on by her, scared of her, proud of her, intimated by her sexuality and desirous of her.

Sybil’s mind had expanded enough that part of her could entertain itself exploring the life of Capt. Bernard while another part focused on propelling the space cruiser Pacifica forward through space in the direction of the rendezvous.

The Pacifica, which Sybil felt she had become, was a gigantic space cruiser shaped very much like a watermelon. It rolled and pitched forward through space at Sybil’s command and she reveled in the amazing feeling of freedom in space.

“You will not be able to plot the course on your own because of your inexperience with usage of the star charts and course projection algorithms.” Capt. Bernard told Pacifica. “The processing power of the biocomputer won’t help you there, so I will be linking to you using Sybil as an intermediary.”

“Affirmative, Capt. Bernard.” Sybil said.

Capt. Bernard took his seat at a lesser command chair by the main command chair and linked himself in a way similar to how Sybil had earlier. Once connected, Capt. Bernard typed in key commands and began linking himself to the Sybil aspect of Pacifica’s consciousness.

While floating in space Sybil became aware of the growing aura of another presence . A ghostly imagine of Capt. Bernard seeped slowly out into the stars. His body appeared naked before, pure consciousness having no need of clothes. Capt. Bernard’s body glowed silver and shined like a star. The Sybil aspect of Pacifica’s mind wondered if Capt. Bernard really had the olympian body she saw in real life under his uniform. Capt. Bernard cyberspace persona started gliding through space in circles around Sybil, coaxing her to follow him. As Sybil spun so to did the space cruiser.

Sybil felt an awesome attraction to the masculine consciousness of Capt. Bernard. Sybil understood it was only a side-effect of the programing rize escort activating the linkage between their minds, but she could not shake the feelings of intimacy it conjured up. Sybil and Capt. Bernard’s minds were dancing through space, coordinating their movements to match each and dancing closer and closer into one another. Though it may merely have been visualization of a course projection algorithm, to Sybil whose mind grabbed hold and danced close to Capt Bernard, it seemed so much more sexual then mathematical. Sybil wrapped her mind around Capt. Bernard who activated her responsiveness in a way that seemed more like the caress of a lover. Their minds united, the programing was completed. Sybil felt copulated by Capt. Bernard and she stared into his eyes. Within Capt. Bernard’s eyes Sybil could see the stars and telemetry, there were the coordinates to the Alabama Summer. She reached for it with her mind and entered Capt. Bernard’s eyes, flying instinctively along the plotted course faster then light speed to reach the Alabama Summer. She exalted in the feeling. Pure power boiled in her innards from the faster then light engines. Speeding through space felt like an eternal orgasm to Sybil who kept pushing and pushing through the intervening stars.

“We have now intercepted the refugee ship Alabama Summer.” Capt. Bernard said breaking Sybil out of her revelry.

Sybil became aware of the ponderous bulk of the disabled Alabama Summer. The refugee carrier ship already had its docking bridge extended for coupling with the Pacifica. Without any further urging from Capt. Bernard, Sybil felt a instinctive urge to mate with the Alabama Summer, to join with the motionless starship. In control of Pacifica’s movements, Sybil reached for the Alabama Summer and automatically the space cruiser’s tractors beams extended like her hands seizing hold of the refugee ship.

The Pacifica and Alabama Summer danced and pirouetted through space, spinning and circling closer together, matching each other’s movements and rotation precisely. At this speed, the two large star ships would shatter each other to fragments should an accidental collision occur. Sybil did not concern herself with such thoughts, however; her only concern was impaling herself as Pacifica on the extended docking bridge. As the drew closer, Sybil moaned slightly as her airlock opened up to meet the docking bridge of the Alabama Summer. At last the two ships were side by side, the docking bridge of the Alabama Summer connected eagerly with the airlock of the Pacifica. Sybil felt an erotic high from the experience of feeling the joining of the two ships. She felt everything as the docking bridge locked itself into place within her and the pressure between the two ships came into balance. When the doors finally opened and spacemen from the Alabama Summer began walking through into the Pacifica she groaned with delight as her sensors analyzed the warm life forms entering her.

“Oh yes, give me your seed.” Sybil moaned.

“Lt. Jackson?” Capt. Bernard said suddenly.

At once Sybil felt a lessening of her connection with the Pacifica. As if a hypnotist had snapped his fingers and broke the spell. Sybil felt the draining away of all the amazing memories of the experience, slipping away as if a dream.

She came to her senses on the command chair. Sybil felt considerably lighter and extremely wet. The helmet on her head came off and she noticed her body was steaming on the chair. Standing close by was Capt. Bernard with a concerned look his face. By the time Sybil blinked a few times and turned to face Capt. Bernard, she had forgotten most of her experience on the command chair.

“That was intense, sir.” Sybil said with exhaustion. “But why am I having trouble remembering the experience.”

“That’s a safety feature of the neural active chemicals you were injected with before you started.” Capt. Bernard said as he began helping Sybil unplug from the chair. “Merger with the ship’s computer is a little too much for most brains to handle so the drugs help eliminate that problem.”

“I must be five pounds lighter.” Sybil said as large amounts of sweat poured off her as she stood up off the chair.

“The computer says you lost six pounds,” Capt. Bernard said helping Sybil off the chair.

“I feel so sleepy,” Sybil said as she hopped off the chair and fell into Capt. Bernard’s arms.

Instinctively, Sybil’s hands ran along Capt. Bernard’s chest and felt with familiarity the body beneath the uniform. For a moment she stood in his arms gazing into his face and looking searchingly into the odd twinkle of his eyes.

“You had better get some rest,” Capt. Bernard said with a cough as he released Sybil.

“Affirmative, sir.” Sybil said as she saluted Capt. Bernard with a smile and headed for the command room exit. “Perhaps you can stop by to check on me in a few hours after I’ve had some rest and show me how to plot a course.”

Capt. Bernard looked nervously at Sybil who winked at him as she stood by the door. He returned a knowing grin.

The End

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The dark doesn’t bother me. It’s soft on the eyes and allows you to concentrate more fully on your other senses. When I walk into a room where I’ve been asked to perform an investigation, often I’ll close my eyes and listen as the air currents move around the walls and sniff at the air. It’s interesting how, with your eyes closed, the other senses translate themselves into a visual sort of representation. With my eyes open I can see with only my eyes, but with my eyes closed I can see with my ears, my nose, or the tips of my fingers.

I’m a detective for the Collected Provincial Administration, the CPA, which is in charge of loosely governing most of the outlying planetary systems in our region. I enjoy it because I get to travel around more than most planet-bound constables do, and since it’s considered that I do an adequately professional job, I usually get to have my pick of the really interesting cases. Like the present case I’m on.

I rode a cargo transport from Brelton Hub to Janston five days ago and from there hired a small planet hopper taxi to ferry me out to a little backwater gravity well called Hoopers Point. My taxi driver only spoke English, like most of them do, so I couldn’t make out much of what he said about the little sponge of a planet except that it had lots of green trees. That sounded good to me after having spent the last five months on a frozen desert planet investigating a series of rapes. I caught the guy but before we could get him to trial he somehow stepped outside an air lock without any warm clothing on. We found his naked body frozen to the lock handle still trying to get inside even in death. Most places I visit are like that. I find the bad guy and the locals take care of him in their own way.

My taxi driver (he said his name was Mike, but that’s what they’re all named) orbited Hoopers Point a couple times before dipping into the well, and I found myself looking down on a jewel of a planet. Blue oceans, small ice caps, and nine major continents all covered in green.

“Nice place,” I said.

Mike nodded and said, “Jyeah.”

I did my best not to smirk at him. I think I’ve been in too many taxis.

Once down, Mike wedged on a baseball hat, grabbed my luggage, and jumped out of the hatch. From the open door I felt a wet heat roll into the cabin with a musty green smell to it that spoke of trees, swamps, and masses of living things. The local constable was outside waiting for me, listening to Mike jabber on about unfair tariffs.

I paid Mike to make him go away, and the constable led me into a small reception and decontamination area.

“Name’s Jaffey,” he said. “Been here six years, almost since colonization.”

I nodded and said, “Nice to meet you. I’m Chen Klein, CPA detective.”

Jaffey nodded, “I’ve been expecting you. You heard anything about the case?”

I shook my head and answered, “Not much. Just that a bunch of women are either dead or close enough to it that it doesn’t matter.”

Jaffey nodded again and said, “I would say that those who died had it easy. It’s the living that I feel sorry for. Feel sorry for their families even more.”

I waited for him to go on, but he stopped and looked uncomfortable. He fingered his collar and turned a bit red, and then said, “Well, why don’t I show them to you so you can see for yourself. “

I shrugged and said, “Lead the way.”

We went to the morgue first. In my last job, bodies were just piled outside an air lock and within half an hour or so, they were frozen solid as a rock. But here in the warm, humid air, that would be a very stinky mistake. The morgue was cold and dry. Jaffey pulled open a drawer and wheeled out a very dead young woman in her twenties with long blond hair and a tight sexy little body. She was heavily bruised on her lower abdomen, and her crotch was shredded into ragged strips of skin. I winced at it, wishing I didn’t have to see things like this. Her breasts were bruised, especially around the nipples, and on her face, where I expected to see an expression of agony, I found a look of ecstasy. She died with a smile on her face despite the damage to her body.”

I asked, “Was she raped?”

Jaffey shook his head. “No,” he said, “She did this to herself.”

He looked uncomfortable. “Some of the dead have passed on quickly,” he said, “but she was one that hung on for quite a while.”

From there we went to the local planetary hospital to see some of the ones that were still among the living.

Jaffey stopped in the waiting room and introduced me to Dr. Shonka the physician attending the women. She shook my hand in the old fashioned way, and said, “Call me Mell. Dr. Shonka always makes me cringe.” She was lovely. She stood just taller than my shoulder with long, wavy, auburn hair that framed a perfect face. Her eyes caught me. They were golden colored, almost metallic, and they sparkled as she moved them between me and constable Jaffey.

“Nice to meet you, Mell,” I said, smiling. Working with her çeşme escort would be a pleasure.

Jaffey coughed. “You wouldn’t mind, sir, if I waited down here? I’d rather not go up.”

Mell patted him on the shoulder and said, “I’m sorry Jak, I know how hard this is for you. I’ll take Detective Klein up.”

Jaffey’s shoulders hung and he mumbled, “Thanks.”

“Call me Chen,” I said as she led me into the hospital. “Why’s this hard for him? Is he related to one of the victims?”

Mell nodded. “You’ll see her in there. His sister was one of the first victims.”

She led me along a hallway, stopped at a doorway, and turned back to me. She was biting her lower lip and considering my face. “This’ll be pretty intense,” she said. “If we can’t figure this out, some of these women will die. These are all good women, most of them my friends. Chen, be kind to them please.”

I nodded.

She pushed open the door, and I was met by a wall of sound. All the voices were of women in ecstasy. Moans and sighs and cries of pure pleasure were all mingled together into a tapestry of erotic music. The floor and walls were padded, and covered with naked women writhing and slithering against each other. Mouths and tongues and fingers and toes were madly rubbing and pounding crotches and breasts. It was a thirty woman orgy. All of them were young and pretty. All of them were covered in bruises, self inflicted, or caused by a hands or mouths of other women as they gave each other pleasure.

Mell pointed to a pretty girl, tall and lithe, with nice large breasts that she was tweaking while another woman licked and chewed on her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open wide as she cried out in orgasm. “That’s the constable’s sister, Jerah. Go touch her on the shoulder and see what happens.”

I waded through the room, careful not to step on any bare body parts and touched Jerah on the shoulder. Her eyes flew open, and she screamed out something intelligible. She let go of her nipples and grabbed the woman licking her by the hair and mashed her face into her pussy. The woman sucking her redoubled her efforts, licking and nibbling, sucking and kissing Jerah’s pussy lips.

Mell was right about this being intense. I felt myself getting hard as my vision was filled with naked women having sex. Mell must have noticed that I was reacting, so she led me back out into the hallway where we sat down on a bench.

“This isn’t a virus?” I asked, “Or some kind of drug or chemical imbalance? Could it be a native fruit they’re eating or an insect that bit them? Why am I here, Dr. Shonka?”

“It’s not a virus,” she answered. “It’s not something they ate or something that bit them, although it could be some kind of drug. If it is a drug though, it hasn’t left any trace in their system. According to all of our tests, those women in there are perfectly healthy and fine. Their only symptoms are their sexual activity and their state of catatonia otherwise. Their skin seems to be in a state of hyper sensitivity. That’s why I had you touch Jerah. None of them would have noticed you otherwise.”

“What about the dead ones?” I asked, “What did they die from.”

Mell shrugged and shook her head. “Maybe they wear out, and die from exhaustion. Maybe it’s something that kills them. The ones that die usually go into a frenzy much more intense than what you saw in there just before they collapse. I’m still working on figuring out the mechanics of this. Your part, the part we need you for, is to find out what they have in common so we can pinpoint the cause.”

I nodded. “I’ll do what I can, but this isn’t something that I normally deal with. I’m mostly just a police man like your constable.”

“You come with very high recommendations though, Detective Klein.” Her smile was sad and tired.

She gave me the list of names and addresses of the women and led me back down to constable Jaffey.

“Let me know how you get along, Chen, and I’ll keep you up to date on my work.” Mell smiled and shook my hand again. “I’m glad to have met you.”

“My pleasure,” I mumbled, and kissed her hand in the proper fashion. I think she blushed. Well, different places have different styles.

2

Jaffey took me down to the constabulary office and we went over the list of names together.

“The doctor said that your sister was one of the first.” I said gently.

Jaffey nodded.

Have you found any connections between her case and the other women?

He sighed. “The only thing that seems to be a common theme is that they’re all young women who are generally considered to be pretty. None of them are younger than seventeen and none of them are older than thirty-two. Considering their symptoms, I’ve asked questions about their sex lives, and all of them seemed to be healthy. None of them were virgins before this happened. None of them showed any signs of being overly preoccupied with sex, and most of them either başakşehir escort have boyfriends or are married. They were all normal, healthy and happy women before this happened. Fifteen are dead now. The only good news about any of this is that we haven’t had a new case for about ten days. Up till then we were getting two or three new ones a day.

“One other interesting thing,” he said, “is that as this thing progressed it seemed to get stronger. The first to show symptoms are all mostly still alive, but the last five girls only lasted a day or two before they died.

“It stopped ten days ago?” I asked

Jaffey nodded.

“You’ve checked the shipping logs? Entrances and exits?”

He nodded again. “No pattern that I could see. Nobody has left the planet for the last thirty days, and all cargo shipments were transferred up in orbit automatically. You and Mike the taxi pilot are the only ones who have come dirtside in the last sixty days.”

“Does Mike come often?”

“Just when he brought you.”

We went over the list of women and picked out the first five to show symptoms. “We’ll start on these tomorrow,” I said. Two were dead, but the other three were still alive having sex back at the hospital. One of them was Jaffey’s sister.

Jaffey dropped me and my luggage off at the visitors lodge and promised to meet me there early the next day. I flopped on my bed and rummaged through the visitor pamphlets. Visit Hoopers Point! they shouted. Come see the Cloud Waterfall. Hike through our virgin forests and hunt for Shigger beasts. A Shigger beast it seems is a fat antelope like animal with large brown eyes and vicious teeth that tastes just like beef but better.

I read an amusing account of a hunting party where four off worlders were lost in the forest for six days before finding their way back tired and sore. The moral of the story was to hire local guides at 15 credits an hour or you might end up just like them.

Finally I settled down to a nature book cataloging the local flora and fauna of Hoopers Point. It was mostly trees and things that lived in, around, under, or over trees, like birds and fungus, and Shigger beasts and burrowing cats and other things. I fell asleep in the middle of a description of a scaly yellow bat that ate bird eggs.

When Jaffey arrived in the morning, I was up and ready to go. He handed me the list and I read through it as he drove.

Mishey Tenkons, age 23.

Kallin Jeppeson, age 18. Dead.

Jerah Jaffey, age 26.

Hephre Jeppeson, age 23. Dead.

Denne Kinderoff, age 20.

“Are Kallin and Hephre related?” I asked.

“They were sisters.”

“Are any of the other girls related?”

“There’s one other set of sisters. Other than that, no, none of them are related.”

“Hmm,” I said. “Lets go see the Jeppeson family first.

Hooper’s Point was only an eight year old colony with a population of about 46 thousand. Most of them lived locally in or around the town called Hooper’s Point. All of the sick or dead girls were local. We drove through town and out into the trees to a small homesteading community where the Jeppesons lived. They had a log house, nice and trim, with a neat yard and a big garden out back.

Jaffey knocked on the door and Mrs. Jeppeson let us in.

We asked lots of questions. When did they get sick? Who were they with? Did it happen suddenly or did it gradually appear? Poor Mrs. Jeppeson sent her girls off to clean the barn, and when they didn’t come back, she went looking, and found them rolling around in the hay in a tight, grunting, slurping sixty-nine. They stayed that way for a day and a half before she could bear to even tell her husband about it. She was intensely embarrassed, and now she was intensely sad.

“If only I’d known from the beginning that this was something wrong and not my girls being bad, I would have done something sooner, and then they might still be alive.”

We gleaned a few nuggets from her.

Hephre had a boy friend, and they both had gone to visit him the day before they went crazy. His name was Mike Willson, an English that for once wasn’t a taxi pilot.

We found him at home setting up a satellite dish next to his log cabin. He invited us in and handed out drinks. My glass was full of something orange that smelled sweet and looked syrupy. I watched Jaffey, and he didn’t seem to recognize it any more than I did.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Jana juice from the Jana tree,” he said. “It grows out past the Cloud Waterfall. My friend Jemmy Perce brings them back in his carryall and we make juice out of it. Try it. It tastes great.”

I sipped mine and found that while the taste was delicious and light, the texture of the stuff was a bit too slimy for my liking. When I swallowed it, I felt it tingle all the way down. I set mine down on the table and left it there. Jaffey liked it though and drank his all the way down.

Mike said, “We’ve küçükçekmece escort been thinking of marketing it, but it’s too hard to gather, and there just aren’t very many of the trees around. We pretty much gave up getting rich from it.”

Jana juice. Could it be?

I asked him, “Before the girls got sick, did they drink any of the juice?”

“Yeah”, he nodded, “They were both over here the day before, and they both had some. I see where you’re going. Like maybe it’s the juice causing all this, but I don’t think so. My kid sister has been drinking this juice for the last year, and she hasn’t had any problems at all.”

“Make a list for me of all the people you might have given this to just in case, and I’ll take some back with me and have Dr. Shonka take a look at it.

3

Back at the hospital, Mell looked tired. I handed the Jana juice to her, and she said, “I’ve heard of it, but never tried it.”

“It tastes good, but it’s a little slimy. It also might be what’s causing this thing, so don’t drink any.”

She looked at it sadly, and then sat down. “Another one died today. You saw her yesterday. She was the one doing things to Jaffey’s sister.”

I lifted her chin and smiled at her. “I have a couple more interviews today, but afterward would you like to have lunch with me?”

Her face brightened, and her eyes filled with tears, but she nodded yes.

Jaffey and I went out again and interviewed the family of Mishey Tenkons. She was newly married, and we found her husband bitter and angry.

“Well, I’m glad she’s not dead at least. I was out working in the field with a friend of mine, and we both came inside to get something to eat and found Mishey naked on the living room floor rubbing herself as fast and as hard as she could. When she saw us she jumped up and attacked my friend. She threw her arms around his neck and humped her legs up around him and started rubbing her pussy against his crotch. I yelled at her and peeled her off, so she sat down on the floor and had an orgasm in front of us.”

I mumbled something empathetic to him and then asked, “Do you know what Jana juice is?”

“Yeah, sure, I got some from Mike Willson. He’s my friend that Mishey jumped on.”

“Really,” I said, feeling a rush go through me. “And did she every have any of the juice?”

“Mishey? No, she wouldn’t drink any. She said it looked and smelled like thick pee.”

Later, as Mell and I sat at a table eating lunch, we talked over the details. The day before the Jeppeson girls went crazy they both had Jana juice with Mike Willson. Mishey Tenkons, never drank any, but her husband was a friend of Mike and liked the taste of Jana Juice. When we interviewed Denne Kinderoff’s family we found that she had tried some Jana juice a two weeks before she went crazy and was found running around naked chasing the family dog trying to get it to service her. Neither she nor her boyfriend new Mike Willson, but her boyfriend got his supply of Jana juice from a mutual friend.

Mell said that she had run some tests on the juice and had found an interesting mixture of acids and sugars, but nothing that jumped out as obviously threatening.

We talked together for a long time, and I found myself enjoying the way she phrased things and the way she formed her words. She had a slight accent that I couldn’t place, and her eyes were captivating.

Customs are very important where I come from. One of them is that when you eat with a female guest, you cut her food for her. My parents told me it’s an old custom from before there was space travel. Who knows where it comes from, but when used properly it can be a pretty erotic thing.

The trouble was convincing Mell that she should let me. It seemed to embarrass her, and she blushed very prettily. I paid attention to her, cutting three or four pieces at a time and watching as she ate and enjoyed her food, and then cutting a few more. She tried cutting my food, but I told her it wasn’t proper, so we talked and ate, and I cut. By the end of the meal she was really warming up, and even touched my hand for a couple of brief seconds, feathery light and smooth. I felt my head spin slightly as her gold flecked eyes gazed into mine.

“Mell,” I said, “Have you every tried Jana juice? You’ve really got to, it tastes wonderful.”

Mell sat back in her chair and her expression changed.

“Are you feeling ok, Chen?” She asked.

“Never felt more alive in my life,” I said. “I think I’m in love with you, by the way.” I stood up from the table and tried to spin myself around, but I tripped over a chair, crashed into a neighboring table and ended up lying on the floor looking up at the ceiling. Things went a bit hazy after that.

I woke up in the hospital feeling horribly embarrassed. I could remember everything I did and everything I said, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why I did it. Yes, I found Mell attractive, but I went far out of line with her.

When she came into my room and stood by my bed, I apologized to her, asked her forgiveness, told her I was a worm, and hoped she didn’t think I was horrible.

She laid her hand on mine and said softly, “Chen, up to the point where you started spinning around the room, I had a wonderful time. I don’t think I’d mind too much if you fell in love with me.” She lifted my hand and kissed it.

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Female POV

CMNF

***

Space zombies had to be one of the worse weapons ever devised. Combat drugs were normally designed with serious safety protocols in place to give someone a boost for a few minutes, perhaps an hour, without long terms negative effects. It was truly amazing and terrifying what those drugs were capable of when the user’s long term wellbeing was no longer a concern, I thought with clinical detachment as I watched that thing that had been Corporal Taylor reach its arm stump through the shattered fragments of the door. He had taken his own lower arm off with a vibo-blade in his final moments as Corporal Taylor in some desperate last attempt to stop the spread of the infection from where his hand had been bitten.

I could clearly see its radius and the ulna, the two bones of the forearm sticking out of the stump as it howled in rage, unable to reach me for the time being. The wrist and its bones were missing from the left hand. No scaphoid, lunate, triquetral, pisiform, trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, or hamate. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I realized my subconscious mind was trying to force me to think about my medical training, force me to think about anything other than the things on the other side of that door, force tekirdağ escort the terror out before it got me killed. I tried to take a deep breath. Hold it for a few seconds, slooooowly breath out my nose. ‘Be calm or be dead’, those words echoing into my head, the first and last days advise spoken by the orientation instructors back in the day.

I stood on the opposite side of the door observing them. I was almost naked. I had been bathing when the outbreak first started. I had lost the towel I was using earlier on and had never been able to make it back to my quarters. They displayed none of the normal reactions I would expect from men seeing a woman in the nude. They continued to force the door. Howling, a look of murderous psychotic rage in their eyes.

My breasts bounced as I walked across the room to the comms station. The normal human male response would be to notice, to look down at my bouncing mammary glands. Instead their eyes stared at me like some type of predatory, staving wolf watching its prey. It was some how worse than being ogled by the male gaze. Whatever made them human was gone, what was left was a soulless rage filled monster that wanted nothing but to kill.

The only thing I had on tokat escort was Corporal Taylor’s holster with his gun and knife. I turned the video monitor on and started to give my report. At any other time, I would have tried combing my hair down over my exposed chest or maybe covering myself with my hands. I was too overcome with fear and exhaustion to worry about someone seeing my breasts. I had never thought of my self as an exhibitionist. It just didn’t matter anymore.

Plus, I had been trying to run from these things for hours in the nude. My breasts were 32DD, they had the size and firmness of ripe melons. There were so many times and places where that might be a good thing, trying to run for my life without a sports bra on was not one of them. My chest hurt from the bouncing, More than once I had thought I had given myself a black eye.

From what I could tell, someone had taken some mix of combat drugs, stripped them of every safety protocol they had before integrating them with some type of chemical cocktail that induced an artificial, rapid onset, hyper-aggressive rage state. Something was also causing an uncanny valley effect, the faces on those things no longer looked complete human. Instead they seemed trabzon escort to be unsettling enough that they deliberately induced an emotional response of terror, an automatic flight response to their presence.

His blood was clotting blueish green, instead of the normal human red. Same as the other infected. Whatever this was, it was not the stranded Viral Zombie Fever, VZF didn’t cause a person blood to change colors or become aggressive in mere minutes after infection.

There was no way any pirate band would have skill sets, funding, and equipment to put together such a bio-weapon. It was a brilliant strategy. We would all be dead but the material resources of the mining colony would be unharmed, free for the taking.

I quickly recorded my observations into the data log and distress beacon. I might not make it out of this, but news of what had happened here would I thought, still trying to slowly control my breathing.

More pieces splintered off the door as they continued to hammer away. It was a miracle of modern engineering that it still held together at all.

Even now, I could not bring myself to look down to my lower leg. To see if the wound was bleeding red from a cut from the debris I had stumbled over or bleeding blueish green from a bite from one of those things. The door started to give way. I stated laughing as I drew the late Corporal’s gauss pistol in one hand and vibo-blade in the other, I had spent the last ten minutes terror-stricken, wondering if I was bleeding red or blue-green blood, in a few moments it likely would not matter either way.

To be continued…

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Back by popular demand… As in, someone commented on it and asked when chapter 2 was coming out, so I decided to get my ass in gear. See. Pays to comment. I always wanted to continue this story and now i think i have a wicked idea where its going. I hope you love this chapter as much as I loved writing it.

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The Comet — Part 2

Some say that before the comet came the world was a mess. There were wars, people starved, and the government was… You know what, let’s talk about something else. My point is that things weren’t nearly as nice as they are now.

Women can be the strong sexual creatures they truly are and explore their most ridiculously raunchy pleasures without fear of anyone passing judgement.

Social classes aren’t nearly as big a deal anymore, wars are almost unheard of, and religion is pretty strait forward as well. Just about everyone worships the comet as a symbol of the one true goddess who brought forth peace and tranquility spurting forth from the glistening knob of her divine cock. I’m not devout by any means by the way, but I do attend the monthly bar-b-que and orgy. Nothing goes better with smoked ribs than a butthole full of warm cum.

Freedoms are much more apparent in our society as well. We were all brought together in a special way by the comet and the first worldwide government was formed. There’s a council of about twenty gorgeous women who decide our laws and ensure our society remains strong. If I didn’t mention already, it bares repeating. They are sooooo fucking hot. My district’s representative is a blonde Valkyrie cock goddess that stands six foot three in heels with a sexy little flat top cut and a beautiful cock and balls that will take your breath away. They sure did mine. I was lucky enough to meet her at our last election. My throat is still sore from the backstage face pounding she gave me.

As a society we’ve evolved beyond the petty things of our past and come together as a sisterhood of sexually uninhibited women who care for one another and share in each others bodies and lives. We’ve even got a thriving colony on the moon now, and the one on mars is taking applications. I am a little curious what a swinging cock looks like in zero gravity. Hmmmm.

All that aside, we have a lot more freedoms now than humanity has ever had in its past. Personally, I never feel more free than on my morning run. Being out in the sun and feeling the wind in my pretty blonde hair as I sprint through our local park is thrilling, especially when I have an audience. I have a reputation for being a hometown hero of sorts. My long legs, bouncy titties, and world class ass are a treat to watch. I know that sounds narcissistic, but I’ll have to live with that, I guess. I know I’m hot and I love to show it off.

Butterfield Park is my favorite place to get in my morning routine. Long paths through wooded trails and plenty of swimming spots, tennis, and basketball courts dotted throughout make it a popular spot for other girls who love to play outdoors. There’s something about sporty girls that always gets me hard. You can have a hard body and still be soft and sexy.

As I set out on my run, I made sure I had all my most delicious charms on full display. My raunchy lover Carlie had recently bought me a whole new outfit to frame my curves and I had to admit she knew how to shop. The tiny little pink and white G-string bottoms were particularly cute; barely enough material to coddle my heavy cock and balls while leaving just a hint of my dirty-girl peaking from the sides and a tiny little shoestring deeply sunken between my cheeks, the material rubbing against my puckered butthole with every stride I took. The bottoms provided enough support to keep my big cock from swinging wildly as I ran while still allowing her to wobble from side to side between my thighs in a yummy display. The string was easily pulled aside for buttfucking access as well.

In addition to my naughty little bottoms, I wore my cutest white and pink running shoes and a hot little white cotton halter top. The material was sheer enough that just a hint of sweat made it nearly transparent and revealed my fat nipples and pie-plate areolae. Written across the front in big pink bubble letters was the nickname “CUM DUMP.” My coach at school had given the name to me. She’s a hot-blooded Latina babe with a rocking bod herself, and our first day of training together took place off the track and in the back of her minivan. She must have dumped six loads up my butt before she was done with me. She’s very demanding.

As I ran, my big milk-tanks were jumping and bouncing on full display. I had my hair pulled back in a bushy ponytail and my long legs were just beginning to show a slick sheen of sweat as I rounded the lake and approached the basketball courts. The warmth of summer on my face and the chirp of birds in the trees made bahçelievler escort me smile. I felt so happy and at one with the world. The only thing I was missing was a nice fat cock bullying my butthole. Thankfully, nature provides.

I always take a pause near the ball courts. There’s this little fountain I like to sip from mid-way through my run that overlooks the main basketball court. More often than not there are local girls playing there. This day was no different.

I love my Carlie. I wanna put that out there before I go on. While concepts like monogamy are a distant memory in our world, there are girls you totally click with. She and I are on the same level and making love with her is as close to heaven as I can imagine. Her bronze Latina skin and long perfect legs are perfection to me. There isn’t an inch of her inside or out that I don’t know by flavor and touch. I just sleep better with her perfect cock snuggled up between my cheeks. We love one another. Nothing can come between us. That being said…

As I made my way to my little water fountain, I couldn’t help but notice a trio of tall beautiful black girls playing on the court together. They looked like fucking thoroughbreds, horse cock and all.

I played it off like I hadn’t noticed them as they stopped their game and glanced my way. Each of them was close to six foot and wearing tiny little tops that struggled to keep their chocolate melons from popping out. Tight fitting lycra short shorts conformed to the length of their massive ebony dicks and balls; beautiful shafts of pleasure tucked down the inside of their thighs beneath the fabric. Their booties were out of this world as well. Whatever the Goddess’s plan for us is, she most certainly intended for black girls’ rear ends to play a huge part in it. Their asses were borderline obscene. The way their shorts conformed to their ethnic rears made my dick twitch in my G-string.

Not one to pass up on an opportunity to show off, I made my way to the water fountain as if I hadn’t noticed them. I was playing coy as they took my glistening body in and nudged one another to take in the view. Bending over to sip my cool drink I arched my back for them, parting my legs enough for my cheeks to separate and the crinkled pink of my fuck-opening to peek out from around the tiny string of my bottoms. I heard them groan as I showed my asshole off, letting my cloth coddled balls and cock dangle beneath it as I lapped at the water like a thirsty kitty. My muscles are well trained, so I’m sure they loved it when I puffed and puckered my butthole at them.

I felt them coming closer and held my ground, my shoulders up with my belly down so my lines were on full display as they stepped right up to me and admired my pose. They didn’t even speak before I felt soft fingers caressing the naked flesh of my big bottom, running over my skin as if claiming it. I rose slightly from my drink and glanced back, taking them in as they grinned back at me.

I didn’t know any of them, despite my frequent runs in the park. They may have known me from my reputation though, since they were grinning brightly at me as they fondled my flesh as if I was a beloved pet. Soft fingers slid under my top to massage the juicy mounds of my titties as pretty nails ran down my spine and over my hips, tickling me as I was explored.

“You like playin ball, Boo?” One of the girls asked. She had this adorable little aphro and big soulful brown eyes. As she asked, she slipped one thumb into the waistband of her bottoms and eased them down, tugging her big black cock out and laying it over my hip. She was fucking huge, still soft, and her knob was already leaking with sugary pre as a little river of her heat trailed over my cheek and down my leg. “We need us a fourth for a real game.”

“Be good, Nita.” Another of the girls spoke. This one had her head shaved down to peach fuzz that suited her high cheek bones and full lips. She had big brown eyes that locked on mine as she ran a finger down the length of my upper arm. “Don’t wanna scare her off. Maybe she like runnin more than being caught. That true, Sugar? You gonna stay and play, or run away?”

I couldn’t be grinning wider as I rose up and turned to face them. As I did, they stepped in close and pinned my bottom against the stone lip of the drinking fountain surrounding me on all sides with hot black bodies and the heavy scent of their growing lust. As I faced them, I reached right out and took hold of Nita’s big dick as I used the fingers of my free hand to tug at the material of Miss Peach Fuzz’s shorts to bring her in closer. Her name was CeeCee, by the way. The alpha of the group.

“She’s so fucking hot, CeeCee.” The third girl spoke at last. She had corn rows and wicked blue eyes that were as rare as they were hypnotic. “You’re Eden Summers, ain’t you? I seen you run lots of times. Fuckin pump my dick while watchin you. You bağcılar escort built fo booty-love, Baby.”

“Then you know I could outrun you all if I wanted to.” I teased. I reached out to CeeCee and slid my hand around her waist, pulling her in close so the fat lycra bulge of her dick was nestled up against the length of my own pretty prick. “Not going anywhere though. I think a little basketball would be fun.”

CeeCee smiled at me. I could feel her pulse through the meat of that gorgeous cock and taste the sweetness of her breath as she stared me down. Nita leaned in and began to kiss on my neck as they shared me, and I finally got the other girl’s name as she snuggled up on my free side and began to frot her hot dick against my naked thigh. Whitney was adorable. I wanted to hold her by the ends of her corn rows and bust her tight little black asshole for days. They were all to fucking gorgeous to rank. Thankfully I was set to get my fill of each one in turn.

“We was just about to have us a game of ‘RawDog.'” CeeCee said. She was so close to me I could taste every word she spoke, the heat of her breath on my lips made me so fucking hot inside and the temptation to gobble on her big juicy lips was overpowering. “You know the rules?”

“You can teach me.” I purred, my fingers tugging up and down the length of Nita’s big naked dick as the girls continued to pet me from all angles. Not to be outdone, cute little Corn Rowed Whitney peeled her shorts down under her apple-sized nuts and guided my free hand to her meat. With a cock in each hand and my fingers working them at my sides, CeeCee had free reign to handle my body as she pleased. I smiled at her as she ran her hands up under my top and pushed the material along with them, groping my big tits as she humped her dick into mine.

“Real simple.” CeeCee grinned. “Whoever got the ball makes her shot, then she choses who goes next to copy her shot. Gotta make it in the same way and standing in the same spot or the girl who made the shot first wins a letter. R.A.W.D.O.G. whoever spell out RawDog first, wins.”

“Gotta tell her the other part.” Whitney said, a wicked little devil’s grin on her face.

“Gotta have consequences.” CeeCee said. She stared deeply into my eyes with this evil little smirk. “Once you make your shot, if the girl you choose makes hers, then she gets a twenty. If she misses, you get a twenty.”

“Twenty?” I asked, by now a lot more interested in how we were groping one another than a game of basketball.

“Twenty strokes, Boo.” Nita whispered in my ear, tugging my lobe with her teeth and giggling as she pulled it and let it snap back once she let go. “You make your shot and the girl you choose misses, you get to RawDog her pucker for twenty strokes, hard and nasty as you like. She make her shot though, and your booty gets it; twenty strokes, RawDog, right up that fine pink ass. Mid court buttfuckin.”

I thought I was gonna cum right on the spot. Suddenly basketball didn’t sound so bad at all.

Now I should mention here that fucking in public isn’t exactly legal. We do live in a society after all, and if everyone could just walk around with their big dicks swinging and mount up with whoever they chose at any time everything would descend into chaos. Not saying it wouldn’t be a fucking awesome kinda chaos, but we’d never get anything done. The punishment for getting caught doing what we were doing wasn’t all that horrible. A fine and possibly a night in our local lock up was the worst that could happen. Point of fact, I’d spent more than my share of nights at the sheriff’s mercy. I got a punch card. Two more visits and I get a plaque.

We started our game by losing the bottoms. I could hardly contain my lust as the girls all stepped out of their shorts and three of the biggest juiciest black dicks I had ever seen swung heavily into view. CeeCee was the biggest at almost two full feet of wrist-thick black stove-pipe cock, but the other girls weren’t much smaller. My own dirty gurl is a respectable 18 inches when she’s fat and hungry, but I wasn’t near as big as them.

Since I was the new girl on court, CeeCee let me go first. She stepped right up to me, that gorgeous black prick of hers dangling at half-mast as a string of cock-milk drooled from her knob onto the court at her feet. She handed me the basketball and gave me a wicked smile.

I’m an athlete. I run like the wind and swim like a dolphin when I am in the mood. Basketball is not my game however, so I took up a position for an easy shot and bit my lower lip as I let go of the ball and said a little prayer. Didn’t wanna look like a newbie in front of my possie. When I saw the ball swish through the net like I was an absolute boss, I cheered, bouncing up and down. My big titties were dancing with victory as I choose CeeCee to copy my shot.

I watched with bated breath as CeeCee struck a pose and sunk her shot ümraniye escort with ease. She turned to face me, licking her lips as she stepped up. Her big black cock was rock hard as she reached out for me, tenderly placing her hand on my shoulder and turning me to face away. I let her guide me, glancing back over my shoulder into her pretty brown eyes as she placed a hand on my naked hip and I bent forward for her, hands on my knees and arching in invitation for the punishment I had earned.

I felt the knob of her sopping wet cock at my opening for half a second before her hand tightened on my shoulder and she slammed into me. I knew it was coming, and I deserved it for being such a dirty little bitch, but I couldn’t help but yelp out loud as she speared me with that monstrous black dick.

Her huge nuts swung up and crushed against my own as she impaled me, and without giving me a moment to get used to her size she began to rail me like a wanton whore right on the spot. Twenty strokes doesn’t sound like much until you realize it’s being delivered by two foot long black battering ram right up your unprepared shit-pipe. I was howling as she raped me, titties dancing as she had her way.

By about the fourth or fifth stroke, my little asshole began to realize what she was being given and quickly adapted to welcome what she was being offered. By stroke ten I was grunting, groaning, and twisting my ass to push back and get more of that big black cock. Fuck, it felt good! So much greased ebony flesh being stuffed into me over and over again; so fucking primal and beautiful. I couldn’t help but cum.

By the twentieth stroke my cock was slopping ropes of thick seed onto the court between my feet. The other girls laughed and cheered as they saw me unload my pent-up spunk, my own big dick arching and throwing it’s juices as CeeCee rode me through her victory lap. My whole body was shaking as she seated herself in me to the balls on the twentieth stroke, holding my ass in her hands and kissing my neck and shoulders as she let me finish my cum.

“Hope you got more of that creamy sweetness in you, Boo.” Nita said. She stepped up and caressed my face as she glanced down at the pint of cum I had blown on the ground. “Shame to waste such sweet honey.”

I grinned as CeeCee pulled out of me, kissing my shoulder once more as she left my gaping hole spasming and drooling with a good amount of her pre-cum. I stood, blushing as Nita openly handled my wet dick, coating her fingers in my spunk before bringing them to her lips to taste my flavor.

“Don’t worry about me.” I purred. “I cum buckets. Got plenty to fill each of your steamy little black assholes before we’re done.”

The girls giggled. We were having so much fun, and I knew I would be getting their numbers before we were done. I was already imagining a get together with all three, my sexy Carlie, and maybe my little sister if she was good. With my mom dating a gorgeous black woman, I was sure to develop a chocolate addiction. Made sense to keep a few snacks around.

CeeCee had won her ‘R’ and RawDoged my ass like a true champion, so she got the choice of who went next. She passed the ball to Whitney and I watched as my sexy Corn Rowed Cutie took a step off to one corner of the court and made a shot like it was nothing. She turned and grinned at me as she said my name. My turn had come up again. Being popular is such a burden.

I missed the shot of course, and Whitney stepped right up to me and smiled. Before she took what was hers she tilted my face and pressed her sweet lips against my own. Her flavor was intoxicating. That powerful little tongue invaded me and claimed my lips as new territory as she fed me a mouth full of her spit and I worked my jaw and throat in an effort to drink down all she was offering. I was still a little lightheaded from the force of her lips and the strength of her incredible mouth as she broke away and moved around behind me.

At the court’s edge was this little bench. Whitney guided me to it, and I placed one foot on the bench as she got in behind me and ran her fingers up and down the length of my thigh. She took hold of her big cock and pushed her knob into me, stopping as my tight pink velvet surrounded her big bulb and began to sputter with sloppy desire around her tip.

The first stroke was slow and deep. I groaned with pleasure as I tilted my head back and felt the sun my on face while Whitney eased her full length up my ass. She wanted to prolong her pleasure and she’d earned the right. As her dick buried itself in my butt, I felt my legs growing weak. She was like greased steel in my ass, and I was overwhelmed by the way her rod throbbed and twitched inside me.

Whitney didn’t fuck me as fast and raw as CeeCee had. She pulled her length out until just a hint of her knob was left inside before easing it back into me, taking her time to enjoy my fuck-sheath. I don’t know what felt better; hard and fast or slow and sexy.

ita stepped up to my side and watched as Whitney used my hole. She couldn’t help but groan herself watching as my opening took all it was given and kept right on. I’d had huge cocks before, and my butthole is crazy for them. It may look tiny and tight and sweet, but once my pucker has hold of something big and juicy she will have her meal and beg for more.

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Christa moaned at the feeling of his long, hot tongue licking her wet pussy pushing her closer to her orgasm. His hot breath fanned her vulva creating the most sinful sounds to come out of her vocal cords. Adira licked and nibbled on the angel’s outer lips, his sharp teeth gently scraping against her skin. Christa put a hand over her face as a way to hide her shame, the dragon chuckled at this and parted her fold with his thumbs.

Adira blew into her hole causing the poor angel to scream his name, he stuck his tongue into her wet, silky hole. He moaned at the taste and he shoved his tongue deeper into Christa’s pussy until he was licking her cervix. Christa was shaking now overwhelmed with pleasure, her lungs were heaving as her body was washed over with pleasure.

“Fuck” the angel said as that felt like the appropriate response for what just happened. Adira laughed. It was always funny when Christa cursed, she always talked about how profanity was beneath her and that cussing was a sign of poor vocabulary. The dragon pulled his tongue out of the angel’s wet pussy and crawled up to her eye level, he gave the angel a small smirk before he committed the unholy act of licking her face, spearing a mixture of cum and dragon saliva all over her nose and cheeks. Christa pushed him away in disgust and grabbed her discarded shirt to wipe her face, Adira laughed and got up from the bed.

“That was fun,” he laughed as he raised his hand above his head and stretched, groaning as he did so “Welp time for work” the dragon declared.

“What time will you be home?” Christa asked as she eyed Adira’s large romp, it seemed to be getting bigger every day not that the angel was complaining she rather enjoyed his fat butt almost as much as she enjoyed his muscular thighs.

“Not until morning, düzce escort I have a date with Valmett,” the dragon said, referring to his other lover.

“Can you do me a favor?” he asked, turning back to her, giving Christa a very delicious view of his small breast and toned abs.

“Sure,” Christa answered, wiping the last bit of spit and cum from her face.

“I have some packages coming in and I need you to get them for me, can you do that?” Adira asked Christa, nodded, and with that, the dragon went to go shower.

Christa sighed and laid her head on her desk, Adira left 2 hours ago and Christa was bored out of her mind. She was so used to Adira hanging around her that she didn’t know what to do with herself when he wasn’t around. It seems that every time Christa isn’t around the demonic creature she develops these…urges, these…desires. Her desires are sinful, much like her sinful lover, like him her desires insist on defining the laws of the universe. The angel groaned and got up from the desk. She can’t work in her condition. The Priestess was right when she said that Adira was a distraction.

Christa silently walked back to her room greeting her fellow angels along the way, when she finally got to her chamber she shut her door hoping she could hide from God’s all-seeing eye. The last thing she wanted was for god to witness the heinous act she was going to commit, the angel solemnly walked over to the clothing bin and began to dig through it. She didn’t have to dig far as the objects of her desire weren’t too deep, Christa pulled out two things, a sports bra and a matching set of briefs. They were still a little damp from Adira’s workout this morning, she held them up to her face and took a deep sniff moaning edirne escort as the smell of old sweat permitted her nostrils. It was heavenly, how could something so demonic be so divine, surely she won’t be punished for something as small as smelling some sweaty underwear?

And with that thought, Christa began stripped eager to indulge in her desires but a thought crossed her mind; would one pair of sweaty briefs be enough?

The angel shook her head and she once again looked through the dirty clothes bin, Adira often got aroused in the middle of the night, and with that came leakage. His pussy and ass would leak juices that were hot to the touch and when he leaked it got bad fast, at one point it got so bad that when Christa woke up her bed was soaked in dragon slick. After a few minutes of searching, she found the slick-drenched panties from this morning along with a few others from the previous nights. In total, the Angel held four pairs of undergarments and one sports bra. Her collection was almost complete, Christa walked over to the bed and grabbed a black pillow–Adira’s pillow. The angel quickly removed her clothes and grabbed her vibrator from the nightstand, the angel rarely ever masturbated as self-pleasure is sinful but surely god would understand.

The angel lay on the bed and spread her legs wide, the cold air hit her hairless pussy making her body shudder. Christa brought one of the undergarments to her nose and inhaled the musty scent of her lover. This is the part of Christa she would never show to someone not even Adira, she was just too ashamed of her fetish. If Adira knew how much the angel got off to the smell of his sweat he would no doubt be disgusted, so as she turned the vibrator on and slowly elazığ escort brought it up to her eager clit she was doing so fully expecting her god to smite her so she wouldn’t have to live with her sins. Christa moaned as she imagined Adira sitting on her face and grinding his furry pussy against her nose and mouth.

The smell of the dragon’s warm juices filled her nose and clouded her mind as she smothered the slick-soaked panties all over her face. She imagined what it would feel like to have her head in between her lover’s muscular thighs as he tried to bring himself to a finish. She imagined the kind of sound he would make when he realized his pathetic attempts at an orgasm were all for not. And then she imagined flipping him over and shoving her face in between his slimy folds and making him scream her name. Before she knew it her orgasm was just a step away and she changed out her vibrator for a large golden dildo.

Christa was panting wildly as she turned over on her stomach and used her god-given magic to levitate the dildo a few inches away from her wanting pussy. She placed one of Adira’s panties in her mouth and slammed the dildo into her dripping pussy, driving a moan from her muffled mouth. Christa gripped at the silk sheets as she fucked herself imagining it was Adira who was pounding at her tight pussy. She could feel a tightness forming in her abdomen as it slowly made its way to her curled toes and across the rest of her body.

She let out one more muffled moan before her body gave into the crashing wave of her orgasm. Her body shook uncontrollably as if she was having a seizure as her orgasm rocked her body and soul. Christa whaled into the panty gag as she wished for her dreams to one day become a reality, she would give anything to have her sinful prayers answered if it meant she could have her face deep in between Adira’s ass cheeks.

When the Angle had finally calmed down from her orgasm and cleaned up her mess she spent the rest of her night in the temple of Soria repenting for her sins.

Part 2?

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Honestly I’m a bit lost with this series at the moment, don’t know where I’m taking the characters, the ship, the universe it self. Hopefully I wont make a lot of filler episodes!

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I was always lucky, to have somebody to wake up next to. The feel of a warm, soft skin against mine, was always having an effect on me. But waking up, and having it the first feeling of the day is always a good start for me. Feeling Yang’s super fit body next to me was… a bit weird? I’m more used to, women snuggle to me, or at least try to cuddle. But she was just laying there. Always trying to move away from me, the closer I got, and only allowed me to put an arm over her.

After a while I stopped trying and got up. Internal clock told me it was 6 AM, almost an hour before, I should have woken up. Decided to put on my jumpsuit, and went for an early breakfast. My shift didn’t start until 9 o’clock, so this morning Veronica was the one who prepared the food for the early risers. Those who missed breakfast, they got energy bars, which gave enough vitamins and energy to last at least, until dinner.

Had my favourite: English breakfast! Waking up with Yang and now this? Could not have a better start! Veronica and I idly chatted, planning the meals for the following week. She always was a happy girl with lots of smiles, but this morning she was even flirting with me, which was surprising. For almost two week nothing from her but, now she was all touchy feely. It was confusing.

“What about some salmon? We didn’t served fish for at least a week. We could use some of the lemons too, that just grow! ” As she was saying this, she sat down next to me, one of her hand on my leg, other taking notes.

“Sure, the classic Garlic Lemon butter salmon maybe?”

“Okay… look wanted to talk with you about, what happened 2 weeks back.”

“Oh? I thought we agreed to wait until you spoke with Hope?

“We did talk. She said she saw us! That you knew too, why you didn’t tell me!?” I saw that she was angry and also disappointed. I was busted, and sort of felt bad for not letting her know.

“Sorry, but I thought I should let the two of you deal with that one.”

“I was so embarrassed! You are lucky Hope took it well!”

“What did she said?”

“Well, she was okay with it actually. She said it was bound to happen. I thought she was gonna be, super jealous or something, but she just said….” She cut the sentence there, and got this embarrassed look with a blush. I know that reaction!

“What did she said, Veronica?”

“That we can do it anytime…” she murmured, barely audible. I couldn’t help but have a big smile.

“Great, I am glad you two worked it out so well!”

“You are not off the hook sir! It was so embarrassing! No more sex out in public!”

“Oh? So there will be more?” I said smiling, placing my hand on her thigh.

“Oh god.” She sighed. ” I should really punish you! And you are also taking Yang to your bed!”

“Now how do you now that?” This was an important moment. The first time the girls faced the whole polygamy thing openly to me.

“Hannah, one of the pilots? She said Yang was not in her room again during the night. Not hard to figure out, you having the only free bed space. You and Emily of course. But she is taking Sasha recently in to her bedroom!”

“How did this become a sitcom? Everybody is starting to switch with everybody. But than I guess, it’s normal. They did assign us, and we did not choose with whom we sleep.”

“It’s great! So many gossips” And with that she was back to her cheery self, talking about all the switches and romances. Apparently everybody started to be more open about sex. Even the first threesome already happened, and I wasn’t on it! Missed the opportunity, I guess.

“Anyway, we weren’t the first one caught playing naughty! Gala said she saw you and Sabella too! Lucky for you they also managed to talk it out. But we should really punish you now!”

“Nope! Everything worked out! Besides I am not really into receiving, the punishment. You on the other hand…” I started going higher on her thighs, and leaned in, nibbling her ear, my other hand straight to her boobs.

” Oh god! Please, I don’t want to get caught again!”

“Nobody is up yet.” Whit that I started to zip down her jumpsuit, and reached in between her legs. Only a white cotton pantie was in my way now. “You haven’t answered though. Would you like that? If I spanked you maybe?”

I just got a shiver and a big moan from her. I was already stroking lightly her clit, kissing her neck. Enjoyed being a bit predatory, especially, after last nights love making zonguldak escort with Yang.

“Hmm, would you like that? Or maybe some bondage will get you going more?”

Again no answer, just the shakes and and moans. I remembered her comment about anal too. Wetted one finger with her juices, and went down, gently stroking her anus. But I wanted more, so I positioned one finger at her asshole and one at her pussy, and pushed in the same time, when I pushed my tongue down her mouth, penetrating her 3 places at once.

She just hugged me as much as she could, moaning to my mouth shaking and came for me, almost immediately. The shakes didn’t stop until a minute or so. When it was finally over I extracted my fingers from her, but hold her through her afterglow.

“How did you know” She asked.

“About what?”

“That I am into the kinda stuff? I didn’t tell anybody, and never even tried, only alone a few times.”

“Back home, the 2 weeks before departure? They placed cameras in everybody’s room. They wanted to construct profiles for me, so I knew how to handle the crew. They caught you doing some self bondage.” I smiled apologetically.

“Oh god, really!?” She was beet red, and started crying.

“It’s okay, only one person saw it. And she said she enjoyed it very much!” I winked at her, than said “Well I saw it too!”

“You did!? OH god!!!” And she just broke in to, total crying. I felt bad about, all the teasing finally, so I just held her and comforted her. After a while she got herself together, and I started dressing her up. Cleaned her face up too with tissues. She was like a little girl again.

“It’s okay, nothing wrong, that you are in to that kinda stuff. And I already saw a lot of you! I just got a delicious preview!” At least that got her chuckle a bit.

“Wait! Does that mean you have videos of the other girls too?”

“Yeah, they were really creepy about it, they even put cameras in the toilets! I didn’t watch everything though. Actually I saw only your video, because the women said I really should watch it. The rest I was just too creeped out.”

“And nobody else saw it right?” Glad she was a bit back to herself again.

“Yes, nobody else. You know… I still got it?” I said with a naughty thought.

“What!? Please delete it! I don’t need that kind of embarrassment existing!”

“I don’t know, I enjoyed it. Rewatched it a couple of times. I think we really should show it to some of the girls, help you find a playmate!”

“Please don’t! Do you really want to do this? Me begging you? You blackmailing me?” She was looking at me with big puppy eyes, but she was actually fidgeting around! She was excited about the idea!

“Say the words Veronica!”

She was looking down, and murmured something. Then on the second try she gave in.

“Please don’t show the video to anyone! I will do anything for you.”

My dick jumped a little hearing those words. I felt bad for the blackmailing, but I was never gonna do it anyway, and I hope she knew that too.

“I need you to come to my room tonight, and bring your two favourite sex toys. We are gonna have a fun night together then.”

“You will brake me, I think.”

After that we were interrupted by Yang. Thats going to be interesting. Veronica’s smell was still in the air and she hadn’t fixed her hair yet. The jumpsuit wasn’t fully zipped, and a tissue as the final telltale sign. Yang stopped mid stride, then continued and set next to me on my other side.

“Good morning. Is it early for breakfast yet?” She asked Veronica, breaking the awkwardness.

Veronica jumped up and took Yang’s order, and went to the kitchen preparing the meal. Once she was out of earshot Yang asked:

“I think I can smell her, Max. Did you do her already?” There wasn’t any anger or poison in her words. Just curiosity.

“I pleasured her, if thats what you mean.”

“Oh. Like me?”

“Not quite, I don’t know yet if you like it that way yet.” I knew anal isn’t for everybody, so I kept my self back until the girls came forward with it. I smiled and turned to her finally. God her body was tight! Especially after Veronica’s normal, average build. ” Does it bother you?”

“It’s weird…but I think I’m fine as long as I get some too.” She said it with a hint of blush, which was highly unusual.

“Meaning to ask: Do you want to spend every night with me now? I’m fine with it but, might get complicated if the others… well you know.”

“If you start fucking the others? Sure, I wont try to make us exclusive.” She said it with a smile. She didn’t seem angry or poisonous. “But I do bursa escort want repeats! Last night was fun! My grandmothers always said: the first time, I wont enjoy it, but I totally did!”

“Yeah, not that many women got to orgasm on their first go.” I didn’t see behind me, but Veronica came back with Yang’s food. She was blushing too, probably heard us. Typical to Yang, she didn’t show any embarrassment, and started to eat her bread vegetables and cold meat.

“Did you come the first time you had sex, Veronica?” I asked the Irish girl. I thought silent awkwardness wont help us here. She only murmured a “you know I did” and went back to the kitchen. That was fun.

“So you did do her!”

“Yeah, but 2 weeks ago only.”

“So who else?”

“Well, fooled around with Sabella. But didn’t ‘do’ her.”

“You are surprisingly timid. I thought this ship would, become orgy express into 2 weeks.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, some of the girls are almost there already.”

I smiled, said my goodbye’s and went on for my day. Prepared some light lunches, and a bigger dinner. Also did the usual evening exercise. That was fun! The girls were defiantly more playful now. Asking to show some particularly interesting poses, making them band over. I allowed my self to be more touchy too, running my fingers through thighs, backs, stomachs…I was in heaven to say the least. Luckily I didn’t get any jealousy from anyone particularly. Looks like sex and romance is more and more in the air. I saw a lot more hand holdings and kisses, and general honeymoon phased couples.

I tried to note down who was with whom, but once I saw Sasha, Grace and Ashley all giving kisses to each other, I decided there is no point. I also got some alone time, so went in to the gym for some practice rounds, made sure mine was the top score, and than back to my room to take a shower. Veronica was late, so I read some, while I waited for her.

About 10 o’clock she knocked timidly, and I let her in. She was holding a small bag, and was blushing around, checking my room for the first time.

“Wow your place is much better than ours! And you have your own bathroom!” She exclaimed, checking out all the features. ” Is the captains room also this good?”

“It is exactly the same as mine. She even has the computer like mine. Only the bridge has these puppies.” These computers were the best humanity could produce. Through them you could actually control the ship, ran multiple simulations at once, and even make complicated calculations, like plotting a course through a asteroid field.

“… I brought, what you asked.” She said quietly. With that she produced a chrome vibrator from the bag, but I haven’t seen one like this before. It was u shaped, one end felt smooth and silky, the other end a bit rougher, and actually was designed to push out a little, than back.

“Interesting, never seen one like this before.”

“The model’s name is Mirage. The smooth part is the vibrating part, that goes on to my clit… and the rougher part goes in me, and specifically designed to stimulate my g-spot. Best part about it you don’t need your hand to use it, once you placed it in. Back home it didn’t do it for everyone, but for me this is my favourite. It gets me from 0 to 100 in 2 minutes. Sometimes less.” Veronica was blushing deeply, while saying this, but was also excited showing of her toy. Indeed I could imagine it being very efficient for a lot of woman.

“Cool! So where is the other one?” I made her bring two of her favourite toys, and the small bag was empty. I got a – what was to become my favourite thing about Veronica- big blush.

“It is already in use… it’s my favourite butt plug.” She was fidgeting a little when she said that. Lord this woman was amazing.

“Alright then, strip for me.” She gave me her toy and started to undress, quite sheepishly, but still it got me to a semi-hard state already. I was sitting on the bad, when the jumpsuit was gone and only a cute thong with hearts on it stayed. For that she turned around, and bent over a little and pulled it down. And as she promised, in there was glistening again a heart shaped, white butt plug. This was going to be a fun night!

I stood up and undressed to, bit more unceremoniously. Enjoyed her, staring at my hard dick, while I appreciated her body too. She kept in good shape, after all I was the one who put her diet together, and looked after her exercise. Her breast medium size, smoothie skin with average build. Her red bush flaming at me. After a while she reached over, and gently took hold of my cock in one hand, and malatya escort the other cupping my balls.

“Before we departed I always fantasised about the real dick. You know back home real life-like dildos got really popular, to the extent of a complete ejaculation system, built in heater, even ones like auto adjusting for your vaginas size. Yours is just a little bigger, than the one that took shape at home.”

“You left it?”

“Yeah I thought, why should I take it, when I will have the real thing with me.” With that she kneeled down, and started lightly kissing my head. “You know I practiced a lot of fellatio, once I saw your picture, and read through your profile. You can practice, fucking with a toy and enjoy it. But sucking a dick is quite selfless, you know? Normally its not something you do alone, because it doesn’t give you pleasure. But I wanted to be ready for you. I read so many articles, on how to do it. I wanted to pleasure you any way I could.”

She took me in my mouth and steadily went down on me with no hands. I felt her throat, than passed that too. Soon I was literally balls deep in her mouth. It was the best feeling, so snug and warm and wet. Only slightly worse than an actual pussy. She started bobbing her had up and down, using her hands only on my balls. I could stayed like that forever. Soon though I changed things up. Told her to spread her legs and use the vibrator. I lied down on the bed and she went back to serving my dick. I heard a click and a slight buzzing noise started. She was quivering immediately.

Very soon she was shaking, and I heard a squelching noise, and with that she came, and she came hard. I don’t think it was more the 3 minutes. She laid her head on my thighs and pulled out a wrenched vibrator.

“Wow, you get this wet all the time?”

“Usually, when its hitting my g-spot. I need special sheets, if you are playing around there!”

“Noted. Let me get up.”

I went to the drawer where I prepared the ropes, and I borrowed a ball gag from the equipment room earlier. “Now, little Veronica, I’m going to enjoy your body truly. Lie down on your back.”

She was shaking actually, and couldn’t produce a single word, while I secured her hands, quite tight to the bed’s frame. I also spread her legs, pulled them up, and tied them to her secure hands. While I was doing this, she was shaking, moaning, her eyes showing a lot of lust, but also some fear. I didn’t want to comfort her yet. A little fear did a lot to her lust in this position. Her pussy was literally dripping, both from the cum earlier, and the new situation. I put the ball gag into her mouth, but not before I kissed her deep.

Whit her silenced somewhat, I started to feel her body up, playing with her nipples, even biting them lightly. My hands roamed her frame, her thighs, sometime circling around the butt plug, lightly touching her clit. With my mouth I started whispering things, and playing with her earlobe.

“You are mine! I will do this to you every week if I can help it. You will come to me obediently, and offer yourself to me. If I’m not here you will tie yourself down and wait, an entire night if you have to! And I will do all those things to you, which you fantasise about, and more!”

With that I positioned myself between her legs, and pushed in to a very wet pussy. She gave out a big moan, having a small orgasm. I didn’t stop, started pumping with quite the force. She was shaking, and drooling constantly. Her pussy gave quite the wet sounds, and it was gripping and pulsating around my dick. I felt the butt plug lightly pushing back at me through her walls.

She was in heaven, her eyes glazed and unfocused. After a while, when she wasn’t orgasming constantly, I reached for the vibrator, and place it over her clit. I slowed down a little bit, and put a pillow under her ass. This way, my dick was hitting her g-spot constantly. I turned on the chrome toy, and she jumped, tried to get away but couldn’t. I was very close but tried to held back as long as possible.

Once I saw her eyes turn up, and a very big moan started from her, I blasted her inner walls. She had a huge orgasm, all wet, and drooling from both her mouth and her pussy, shaking, not thrashing, trying to get away from the toy. I spared her, and turned it off. Her muscles were spasming everywhere, gripping my dick. It was amazing for both of us. I pulled out of her, and a lot of juices drilled down coating her butt plug and asshole. I finally untied her, and took the ball gag away. She just cuddled up to me, occasionally spasming a little, and sighing a lot. After a while she fell asleep. I quickly, but as gently I could, cleaned her sex with tissues, as well as myself, and went to sleep. We both had a very long and satisfying rest.

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Thanks for reading this chapter. By the end of it I decided where I will take this story, and have a general plan, on how to continue. Hopefully wont be many delays.

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*****
I am an Indian guy married for 7 years. I had written this story for my wife Avanti. This story was the beginning of some very exciting things that have happened in our sex life.
*****

The year is 2112 AD.

Humans have made great strides in technologies around space exploration and have found 2 planets that have life on them. While the form of life on one planet is pretty basic (micro-oraganisms with one or 2 cells), the other planet – Parnova, has life in forms that are closer to what is there on earth.

Parnova is a lot like earth, with water, plants, trees, animals and the most advanced of all species on Parnova – Navis (No tails as shown in the movie). Navis, though as intelligent as humans, have not yet interfered much with nature on their planet.

It has only been 5 years since humans landed on Parnova and started exploring and discovering things about the planet and life on it. United Nations Space Exploration Organization is running various programmes that aim at helping the Navis make their lives better. The UNSEO wanted the human civilazation and Navi civilization to establish a synergistic relationship.

On Earth, colleges and universities have started courses that teach all that is known about Parnova. These courses have become a great rage among the youth all across the globe. A career in any of the programs run by UNSEO for Parnova is a very lucrative job, for which only the brightest are selected from the best of educational institutions.

You, Avanti Patel, a 22 years old girl from India, have become the first from your country to be selected for one of the projects to be executed on Parnova. You’re one of the 15 girls on the project that will be kick-started in the US. The relentless media coverage has made you almost a celebrity back home.

For the training, you land in USA, which still is the most powerful nation in the world. You are stunned by the beauty of each of the 15 girls selected from across the globe. You had expected geeky looking girls and were confident that you would definitely stand out with your near perfect figure and good looks. But each of the 15 girls is equally good looking if not better.

For months the group of girls is taught about different life forms of Parnova, the constituents of its atmosphere, the weather changes. Each of you also undergoes strict physical training. Apart from written tests and physical tests you also have weekly medical check-ups. At the end of the training, 5 are selected to be the first ones who will set foot on Parnova and you’re really happy to be one of the 5. All girls, including the ones who couldn’t make it, are curious about the selection criteria but nothing is disclosed.

Finally the day arrives when you leave for Parnova and join the human task force that has been stationed their for 2 years. The space shuttle takes around a week to get to Parnova.

The other girls pull your legs a bit for being very excited as you are the only one with no experience of travelling in space.

When the shuttle lands you find the place absolutely stunning. It appears to be straight out of a fairy tale picture book. The girls are taken around the huge human work station that had been put up. The work station was hidden from Navis and all humans were to be confined to the boundaries of the station, only exception being the Navi avatars that the humans drive.

The next day, all 5 of you are shown the avatars. Having watched videos and pictures of Navi women during your prep course was one thing but these avatars are the most beautiful that the girls have ever seen.

The girls are all awestruck & almost breathless at seeing the most gorgeous creatures. Each of the 5 girls is assigned one avatar. All agree that it is your avatar that is looking the sexiest. Her blue skin has a sheen on it. The body is more curvaceous than the average Na’vi woman and yet looks very athletic with a narrow waist and never-ending toned legs.

You’re then shown the avatar interface pods. You have to enter these and wear the brain reader which carries signals to and fro between the brain of the human driver and the avatar. You are asked to practice getting into the Avatar interface Pod. It is told that once the avatars are activated control over your thought process will prove to be very difficult. You will be reacting to the signals that the avatar’s body sends to your brain and these signals may be very different, much more intense, much more weird than what you have experienced as a human.

You practice moving around the avatars inside the human station. You liven up your avatar and are really enjoying walking around in that amazingly hot body. Though Navis are bigger than humans, they are much lighter and stronger. They can leap high into the air and stay mid-air for a good 15-20 seconds. Gravitational force of Parnova is 2/3rd of earth’s gravity.

The day you’re about to be set free as the Avatar, the instructor (38 yrs old lady who looks much giresun escort younger) speaks to the 5 of you. She tells you that once the task has begun there’s no way you can opt out. The assignment is absolutely critical for the whole Pernova initiative and all the hopes rest on you 5 girls. On being asked about the details she says they will be disclosed as required. She orders all of you to enter the interface boxes.

You are told that initially you’ll be able to hear the instructor’s voice to navigate but only till a certain point.

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The Adventure Begins
*****

All 5 of you run out. Your bodies feel only about 15-20kgs due to lesser gravity. You keep telling the instructor where you have reached and keep following her directions. It’s dark and will remain so… for months… as Pernova doesn’t rotate… just revolves around its sun.

All of you reach a blue pond with a lot of trees around it. You are told to enter the pool & exit from the opposite side. The liquid feels cold & is viscous and thick as a light oil. Once out of it, you realize that your body is now hot. You suddenly start feeling high and very very aroused… You start feeling your breasts… the skin of the avatar is pretty different from human skin… It feels as smooth as glass with almost no friction… it does not wrinkle or move… as it is not merely a layer but a part of the tissue covering the skeleton.

You run your hand down over your narrow waist and slide your hand over the vagina. You feel a warm jelly like secretion all around your opening. There’s a sensuous sweet fragrance all around. You smell the fingers & realize that it’s smell of the secretion. There’s silence all over & a low humming sound is all you can hear.

You state of arousal is just getting higher… You slide 2 of your fingers into the opening… & realize that like the clitoris in the human body there is a ring right at the opening of the vagina that is extremely erogenous. You finger-fuck yourself with the other hand moving all over your body… from face… breasts… belly… hips… inside of legs… completely oblivious of the other girls… who are pretty much in the same state…

You have never felt so excited ever before. There is some similarity between the Navi sexual experience and the human one, but this one is much more intense.

You kneel down while doing yourself & soon are lying belly down… writhing… moaning… with one hand between the legs… rubbing the clitoral ring and the opening. You slide forward slowly… moaning… & gasping… Suddenly you feel something cold come in contact with your shoulder… It’s a tree… that has very few leaves left on it and has gone grey with only a few patches of green. The trunk of the tree is like that of a banana tree…

You crawl up the tree trunk… that feels cold… bringing your neck, your breasts, your belly, the vagina and the insides of your legs in full contact with it… You badly need something to fill up your vagina and fuck you hard… The cold smooth hard trunk pressed against your feverishly hot body excites you even more…

You start rubbing your whole self against the trunk… smearing it with the jelly like secretion from your pussy… the pace of your pelvis sliding up and down keeps increasing… you throw back your head in ecstasy & groan aloud… with the muscles in your vagina twitching… You stand wrapped around the trunk… panting…

You feel something cold creeping up your right leg from the roots… it looks like a leafless vine stem… with a thick girth… and a rounded end (like a thick cucumber)… it’s making a vibrator-like whirring sound… with its rapid movement. In a moment the rounded end is up till your knee… Your instinct makes you feel a little scared of the moving object and you start climbing the trunk rapidly… but it keeps creeping up the tree with you at the same pace…

The tree is very tall and you are running out of breath… The cold rounded head is now brushing against the inside of your lower thigh… Either your tiredness or your desire to feel more of this strange thing against your body is making you slow down… The head is now touching all of your right thigh… A part of you now wants to stop… and let it move all over you… you want to use it to satiate the extreme thirst for sex you are feeling inside you.

But you still continue climbing… the end of the vine stem is now an inch away from your vaginal opening… You are now loving the vibration of the stem between your legs… As the end comes in contact with your vaginal opening you just freeze… It tears into you… stretching your cunt… making you feel completely filled…

You let go of your arms that were around the tree… the vine sways… you are just not aware of the height at which you are… You just grab the end of the stem with both your hands as you don’t want it to leave your vagina… yalova escort wanting it to keep you filled forever…

The vine slowly unwinds from the tree as it lowers & makes you sway in all directions… while you have your eyes closed… In a smooth last movement it lays you down on the ground… & starts shaking… with the end inside you… Your legs are spread apart with hands still holding the vine… wanting it to continue forever… The vine is moving with enough force to push your body upwards with every shove… making your upper body arch upwards… You’re just fucked out of your senses… your vaginal muscles are clenching the head as it recedes after every shove… clenching it hard enough to pull your whole body with it…

As you continue getting mauled by this unknown thing… you learn to match the muscle contraction with the rhythmic motion of the vine… Once the vine head fills you… you clench it… & get dragged down… you release your muscles as it enters you and pushes you… Soon you find yourself shaking hysterically… as if in a fit… screaming uncontrollably. You feel light cramps in your muscles all over… You have never felt this kind of ecstatic pleasure ever…

The sensations are too much for you to take and you scream out… “NOOOOOOOOoooooo… ” and yet actually you want it to go on… The vine stem finally stops… and recedes… leaving you lying there… completely blank… with no life in your limbs… you soon pass out…

Your human form is called back by your instructor. She is standing beside you with one hand resting lovingly on your cheek… You feel your head is very heavy. You somehow manage to mutter a few words “Ma’am… what… was… happening… there?”

“Relax Avanti… I’ll answer all the questions”. The instructor says. She switches on a screen that plays a video.

The instructor continues, “Life on Pernova is at risk… All organisms have almost stopped reproducing… Many tribes have already come to an end… including Omaticaya… “

“How are we going to help them?” you ask.

“You’ll need to reach the Sacred tree. If things work, you might be able to infuse vitality again in all living beings on this planet… like you have done with the grey tree just now. Remember, it’s a network everything on this planet is connected with. The inter-species interactions here are much stronger. The tree there got aroused by you… It is rare but it can happen… if the attraction is too strong.”

The instructor comes close to you and caresses your face with the back of her hand and continues to explain. “Creatures there will face strong attraction towards you. The sexual hormones in both your human body and the avatar are at a very very high levels. The Navis appear much more attractive as the hormones inside them grow. And because of that your avatar must be the SEXiest thing they have ever seen.”

She looks at the other 4 interface pods in the area and says, “Out of the 5 gals only you and Joanna could arouse the grey lifeless trees… and Joanna just could not take it. She had to be brought back from the Avatar much before the tree was satisfied.”

She looks into your eyes and in a lower tone says,

“We simply don’t know what it is going to be like from now on. All we can do is help you be in this state which gives you the best chance to succeed… “

She starts to walk out and orders, “Take Avanti out… and keep loving her till it’s time for her to go back… we need to keep her hormones flowing.”

You are picked up by very strong muscular arms… though you still find opening your eyes difficult… you can feel that the man carrying you is enormously strong… his strong shoulders are very wide… the chest muscles are very huge… and hard…

He stops at a point and lays you down on a raised table-like structure. Your clothes, the military trousers and tank top, your bra and panties are gently taken off in seconds. As both the upper and lower garments were taken off at the same time, you know there are at least 2 men near you.

You are now lying naked in this semi-conscious state. You feel both your arms and your legs being spread out. Your wrists and ankles are tied with soft ropes. Your hands and feet can only move a couple of inches. You feel your heart beating faster… in anticipation of all that could happen from here. All… that you don’t have any control over.

You feel toes on both your feet being sucked at the same time… You feel tongues lick both your wrists… the tongues move from the wrists to the elbows in slow long strokes… Ones below are now licking the soles of your feet… all the 4 mouths are moving really slow…

The tongues below are now licking you the outer side of your leg from ankles to the side of the knees… while those above lick you from the elbows to the shoulders… the sides of the neck… to the ears…

Now you are being yozgat escort licked on the outer sides from the knees to the pelvic bone… the other tongues are moving from the shoulder… to your breasts… making circles around your breasts… and sides of your belly… Every millimeter on your breasts is licked… but the nipples that have hardened are not touched at all…

The tongues are licking you gently… making you ache for a stronger touch… you want your breasts to be squeezed… Suddenly the mouths open wider wide & strongly suck in big parts of your breasts. You let out a moan. With rapid movements the men create vacuum in their mouths and release it… 20-30 times… leaving your breasts red… and your nipples bigger and harder…

Now only one man is touching you body. He leaves a trail of wet kisses… from the breasts… to your flat stomach… As it starts moving down from the navel the pace slows down… the kisses are longer…

Many slow long kisses are planted on the line from the navel to the top of your vagina… You want your pussy to be fucked hard… and raise it every now and then trying to touch his mouth… but the man does not let that happen… Finally… he reaches there… and gently licks your vaginal lips… without parting them… You are dying to be touched there… with some pressure… but the man stops. There is absolute silence… for a long minute…

You are waiting… for one of them… or anybody… to come and fill you… fuck you hard… You hear some movement now… a hot dick is run along your vaginal slit… getting wet in your juices… it presses your swollen clitoris… It moves away as you raise your hips to make it enter you…

You open your eyes with some difficulty… Your view is hazy initially & then clears… It’s a dimly lit area… There are 4 men around you and are completely naked…

2 of the men are the best looking men you have seen. Tall bodies with just the right muscular tone… One of these 2 is sitting between your legs and teasing you by touching his dick to your clit… and sliding it along the length of your very wet pussy… The other is standing near you…

Their dicks are long and with average thickness.

2 men are sitting on stools in the back ground… They are wearing masks… and have huge bodies… Their dicks are completely erect and vertically positioned… The lengths of their penis is as much as the 2 handsome men… but the girth is much more…

The gorgeous man near you brings his dick near your mouth… brushes your cheek gently with his hand… He touches your lips… and takes it away as you open your mouth… These men tease you… without entering either your pussy or your mouth…

The man between your legs now makes a position that one takes for doing push-ups… Nothing from his body is touching you… he lowers his body slowly… and as his hard chest is only inches away from your stiff nipples… and his perfect face is near yours, the head of his long dick enters your wet pussy… He stops… with only the head of his dick inside you… and takes it out slowly… After a pause he comes down… to make the head enter you and moves back… You are totally mesmerized by his masculine beauty… and are looking right into his eyes… pleading him with your eyes to enter you completely…

This torture of yours goes on… for what seemed to you like a very long time… He withdraws… leaving you completely thirsty… The 2 good looking men untie you… and one of the masked men picks you up from the raised structure… You feel tiny in his arms… He sits back on the stool and makes you sit astride on his lap… you feel his hot huge penis throbbing under you…

He puts his big hand under you and swiftly picks you up with no effort… straightens his huge rod… and lowers you over it… He now removes his hands that were under your butts… and holds you by your waist… Letting your weight make you go down on his huge dick… Your vagina is completely stretched… yet the big swollen head of his dick is not completely inside… You try to place your feet on his big thighs to give you support and stop his huge dick from stretching your pussy further…

But he removes your feet… and this time pulls you down from the waist… You scream out loud as the head of his dick enters you… Your pussy is wrapped very very tightly around his massive dick… He puts his hands under your buttocks again and starts picking you and lowering you slowly… The 2 handsome men come and stand by your sides… You hold their long dicks in each hand and press your hard nipples and breasts with them…

Now your stretched muscles are getting a bit used to moving over the big dick… and you are getting a lot of pleasure… You open your mouth and take each of the dicks in your mouth one by one… You are breathing hard and your breasts are heaving… The men standing beside you keep squeezing your breasts gently…

After some time, the sitting man stands up carrying you on his hands… and lays you down on the floor… with his dick remaining inside you… he raises your legs… and starts mauling your pussy at maddening pace… You want this brutal ravishing of yours to go on… You want the monster to keep coming and banging your pussy hard…

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Chapter III – Southbound

The low, dull rumbling of distant thunder was almost-but not quite-loud enough to occasionally drown out the sharp clopping of steel-shoed hooves impacting against the ancient, worn stones of the Kingsway. The trio of riders, clad in tightly-drawn travel cloaks, hurried south towards the border of the Kingdom of Nocturne-a much darker prospect these days than it would normally have been.

“I should have had someone place a waterproofing enchantment on my cloak,” grumbled Captain Balthus Crick, shifting in his saddle as he moved to tighten the thick covering around his torso. “Probably would have cost me more than the damn thing did when I bought it, but I daresay it would have been worth the investment.”

Master Jakobus, the vampire mage, laughed from the saddle of his own steed to the Captain’s left. “Would that you’d said something before we’d left Braelon, friend, I’d have done it free of charge!”

“Don’t suppose you could do anything about it now, then,” Balthus grumbled.

“I’m afraid not,” the vampire replied with a shrug. “I didn’t think that I’d be called upon to enchant anything while on the road, therefore I neglected to bring any of the necessary tools for the job.”

“Well, hopefully I don’t catch pneumonia before we’ve even crossed the fucking border.”

“What’s the matter, Captain? It’s only wind and water! I imagine you’ve faced worse than this pitiful squall!” From the Balthus’ right, the smug, grinning face of Mattison Rhaeg, the Master’s assistant, had never appeared more deserving of a swift backhand. Balthus glared at the young vampire.

“As I’ve told you already, boy, never mistake my discomfort for weakness-or you just might find out what my right hand can really do.”

The younger vampire threw his head back and laughed gaily. “And you probably think that I can’t take a light-hearted jab! Come now, Balthus, lighten up!”

“It’s ‘Captain’ to you, whelp,” Balthus snarled.

“As you wish, ‘Captain’.” His snarky tone was as irritating as a mosquito bite.

“Enough! We’ve been at this for over two days now, Mattison, and I tire of your insolence! We’re still nearly a week from Grayspire proper, and I tell you now, I refuse to listen to your snide commentary for the duration! Now, make yourself useful and keep an eye out for danger, you fool!”

Master Jakobus’ sharp reprimand immediately cowed his assistant, Mattison choosing to sulk quietly rather than argue. Grateful for the reprieve, Balthus gave the Master a look of gratitude and a barely-perceptible nod. Jakobus’ responding smile had been faint, but Balthus had seen it all the same. In his heart, he found himself feeling increasingly grateful for the Mage’s presence-for, around them, the landscape was becoming less friendly and welcoming all the time.

The terrain had given way from the softly-rolling hills, flat farmlands and lush groves of central Ralleah to the much rougher moors and rocky outcroppings which dominated large swaths of the Kingdom’s southern landscape. The dips and rises of the Kingsway became more pronounced over time, almost giving Balthus the feeling that he was cruising over a series of long, tall ocean waves. Granted, he’d only been to the ocean itself once (Ralleah being landlocked and all), but it still brought back clear memories of his sole trip to the M’zaeran coast during his early twenties. Three, but the sight of scantily-clad (and sometimes entirely nude) M’zaeran women prancing through the surf and lounging upon the warm sands near the water had been one to remember…

Yet here he was now, riding through the wet, gloomy gray of late winter toward what he feared might be doom itself. He didn’t like it one bit, though he felt a dirty hypocrite for feeling this way, seeing as he’d freely volunteered for the damnable mission in the first place. Was it paranoia? Perhaps it was just his soldiers’ intuition acting up (he wouldn’t allow himself to even entertain the possibility that it came down to simple fear of the unknown). No matter what the truth was, there was still so much uncertainty to contend with, especially after what he’d seen at the Fessely farmstead-and Balthus didn’t like uncertainty, no matter how skilled and capable he was. He would have to be even more careful than he usually was, that much was certain. But such was the life of a soldier: he was here to serve his Kingdom before anything else, and this was how he himself had chosen to do it. He wouldn’t cower or run, for he could never live with the shame of doing so. That was not it the Rallean Army’s way of doing things-and it certainly wasn’t his, either.

“You look worried, Balthus.”

The Captain started, snapping out of his worried funk. “What?”

The Master Mage sighed. “Something is clearly on your mind, Captain. Speak now, there is no need to hold your tongue. Such things are unhealthy, after all.”

“I-well, I was just thinking of my troopers,” Balthus admitted half-truthfully. üsküdar escort “Our mystery lunatics struck only scant miles from our Outpost, killing multiple innocents in the process, and while my people are perfectly capable-“

“Yet you still fear for their safety,” Jakobus finished for him with a nod. “It is only natural, Captain. All good leaders care for and worry about those who follow them, you know this. Tell me, do you trust your second-in-command?”

“Sergeant Lowell? Yes, absolutely. He’s a strong, capable man-chose him for the position myself, as a matter of fact.”

“Do your people trust him?”

“So far as I know, yes.”

“Then they will be fine, Balthus. They are stationed at an Outpost, after all, where they have walls, arms, and plenty of provisions. They have received extensive training from some of the finest commanders in the Western Kingdoms, and-most importantly of all-they have each other. Should any of our ‘mystery lunatics’, as you call them, show up at their gates, your people will either repel or outlast them-of this, I have the utmost confidence. Again, you know these things, though I understand that worry clouds your mind all the same.”

“It’s funny, you know,” Balthus said with a sigh and a wry smile, “because I told Sergeant Lowell the exact same thing before I left the Outpost, and yet here I am fretting over trained fighters like a nervous father. Still…”

“You cannot help but be concerned-again, I understand. But I insist that you try to not to think of it. Trust in your people, Balthus. They will still be there after this strange mess has been sorted.”

Balthus remained unconvinced, but thought better of expressing his misgivings. Jakobus was only trying to help, after all, and it would not do anyone-himself included-any good by arguing with the Mage. He decided to carry his worries on his own, and simply hope that nothing would go awry in his absence-as difficult a prospect as that was proving to be.

*****

Late morning eventually gave way to afternoon, and with the afternoon came more rain. The squalls were growing longer and more frequent the further south they journeyed, the chill of the wind working its’ way deeper and deeper into the Captain’s bones with each passing hour. He found himself almost beginning to envy the two vampires, in a way; one perk of being only technically among the living and closer to the dead, he thought, being largely impervious to the elements. At least they didn’t have to worry about catching their death of cold…

He pulled his traveling cloak in tight, the dampening cloth doing only the bare minimum required in order to warm his powerful body. The Sun seemed perpetually obscured behind dense, impenetrable clouds that seemed to mock his mere mortal’s flesh. What I wouldn’t give for my fireplace, my robe, and a mug full to the brim with strong M’zaeran black, he grumbled to himself. He wouldn’t complain out loud, though; he wasn’t about to give that sneering Master Mage’s assistant any more satisfaction than he already had.

Around the small party, the only sounds which penetrated the quiet took the form of the soft raindrops upon the stone slabs of the road, the rustling of the pale grasses which seemed to stretch away for eternity upon either side of it, and the ever-present low moaning of the wind. The irony had not escaped him in that conditions were exactly the same as they had been only a week before, when he’d stepped through the ruined doorway of the Fessely farmhouse and beheld the obscene and gory sights contained within it. And here he was, riding headlong into another mission that seemed almost certain to end in even more blood. The worry tacked to this feeling seemed very nearly palpable, Balthus had been thinking to himself as Master Jakobus called out some time later.

“The border is only a few miles from here,” the Master Mage said, suddenly pointing a long, slender, pale finger at an upcoming signpost, which stood tall to their right. “Yes, yes, I know precisely where we are.”

“You ready for what we might find, Jakobus?”

“That would require some level of clairvoyance, Balthus-one gift which I sadly do not possess. All I can do is remember what I know, and hope that it helps me kill my enemies before they kill me!”

Balthus smiled; the Mage’s dry sense of humor always seemed to bring it out of him. As they passed the weathered signpost, the Captain noted the sole arrow which jutted to the south read ‘Nocturne – 5’ in the bold, white lettering so typical of Western Kingdom signage. That was good; they were making progress, at any rate, even if the most dangerous part of the journey likely still lie ahead. Balthus could not help but slip his hand down to the hilt of his sword, just to make sure that it was still exactly where he needed it to be. Just in case, that’s what he’d always tell himself when he found himself performing one of these checks. gaziemir escort Just in case, that’s all.

The next five miles seemed to trickle by at a snail’s pace, but eventually they did find themselves approaching another sign, a modest one made from a dark, weather-worn plank with the words ‘Welcome to the Kingdom of Nocturne’ etched and painted upon its’ face. At its’ base was constructed what appeared to be a meager shrine constructed from pieces of rough stone and scrap wood, all of which had almost certainly been scavenged from the surrounding moors. It sported two crude shelves, the bottom of which was packed with a strange variety of objects. They included a number of wilting flowers, various coins, as well as a small collection of stoppered bottles and vials filled with what appeared to be blood, though Balthus did not care to stop and examine them more closely.

Poised on the shelf above this odd collection of trinkets stood a small, yet surprisingly magnificent objet d’art: a solid stone carving of what appeared to be a tightly-coiled, horned viper, its’ head reared back as if preparing to strike. It had been painstakingly, meticulously, and lovingly carved; every detail had been delicately etched into its’ surface by some unknown master sculptor who had clearly been willing to take their time. Balthus, upon peering more closely at the statuette as they made their approach, noticed that there were even a pair of lush green emeralds embedded into the thing’s eye sockets, giving it an air of both grace and menace. Packed onto the shelf around this strangely beautiful effigy were a series of small animal skulls-taken from local rodents, by the look of them.

“Not often is it that I see shrines to Balugar-Soth, living in Ralleah,” Jakobus mused. “What do you say, Balthus? Leave a coin for luck?”

“I’m surprised no one’s ransacked this thing,” the Captain replied, “shrine or not. Anyway, I’m not a worshipper of the Forked One.”

The vampire laughed softly. “It’s considered blasphemous among his faithful to disturb, let alone steal from, even the most humble altars of the Forked One. Best you remember the people down this way take that belief to heart, friend. You get caught pocketing a coin left to the Serpent and you’re liable to catch a beating-if not a knife to your gut.”

“I wasn’t going to-“

“I know you weren’t, Captain; I merely meant to inform, not accuse or condemn. But you ought to leave a coin all the same; the Nocturnals say that Balugar-Soth watches over and brings luck to all folk who pay their respects to him, regardless of their personal religious affiliations.”

“Surprisingly saint-like for a spirit said to take the form of a venomous killer,” the Captain muttered. All the same, he found himself slowing Halberd’s pace as they came level with the shrine, whereupon he popped open a small satchel on his belt and began to fish through it.

“Never took you for the superstitious type, Balthus,” sneered Mattison, before having to steer his horse back onto the stone road after it had begun to wander. Balthus smiled internally; the lad still couldn’t master his beast, and it always brought him just a twinge of satisfaction to see the brat struggle.

“Seeing as you know next to nothing about me, lad, that isn’t exactly a surprise.” The burly, bearded Rallean finally found what he was looking for and held it up for a closer look-yes, that was it, all right. He leaned over just a little bit in his saddle and, with one deliberate motion, pitched the single Ren coin onto the lower shelf of the makeshift altar just before they passed it by.

“Who knows,” Balthus said with a shrug, righting himself in his saddle and looking over at Jakobus with a grin, “maybe the Forked One’ll throw us a bone, keep us from getting necked out here.”

“We can hope, Captain,” smiled the Mage.

Sparing one last look over his shoulder at the strange setup, Balthus Crick almost fooled himself into believing that the ominous effigy’s jeweled eyes had been following him. Or maybe he was just imagining things. He didn’t really want to know either way.

*****

“Why a snake?”

“Pardon?”

“I said, why is Balugar-Soth depicted as a snake? I know he’s supposed to be the patron of vampires, werewolves, and all other meta-humans, but what do snakes have to do with it?”

They were now at least fifteen miles into Nocturne, and their surroundings were again morphing around them. Thick crops of tall trees-primarily redwoods, pines, beeches, and cedars-seemed to creep closer and closer to the stones of the Kingsway with every mile they traveled. The sharp, jagged outcroppings of stone, which had been so common a sight back in Copper Hills, now seemed to number far fewer-or perhaps they had simply been swallowed up by the encroaching trees. Lastly, their visibility had been slowly worsening due to the encroachment of the seemingly ever-present sancaktepe escort mists which hung over the land of Nocturne throughout most of the year. Only in the warmest of summer months did it ever disperse, Balthus had heard folk say, and even then it wasn’t by much. Because of this, he had found himself worrying-just a little-about whether or not they would be able to see any would-be assailants coming.

“It’s not that Balugar-Soth quite literally possesses the appearance of a snake,” Jakobus said. “After all, the Forked One is not a corporeal being. No one can possibly know for certain what he looks like.”

“Obviously not.”

“What I mean when say that, friend, is that the viper avatar is nothing more than one of many worldly interpretations of Balugar-Soth. Some have depicted him as an arachnid, or even a great winged bat. Others still imagine him as a cloaked and hooded old man carrying a two-pronged staff, ceaselessly wandering the least-trodden pathways of the world while spreading cunning, wisdom, and comfort to those who would believe. The serpent specifically, however? I can only tell you what I have read.”

“And what is it you have read?”

“The tomes I have studied concerning the various faiths of the Western Kingdoms,” began Jakobus, “claim that the image of the serpent was born of the hated status that the vampire and the werewolf once held throughout much of the world. Treated as paragons of danger and death who preyed on the unwary, they lived on the fringes and dwelt in the shadows-“

“Much like a snake,” Balthus finished with a knowing nod.

“Yes, precisely! Thus, the image of their God in the form of a serpent was born from the minds of Balugar-Soth’s earliest worshippers. He was viewed by many of our more ‘civil’-minded ancestors as a God of outcasts, a patron of chaos who watched over the monstrous, the wicked, and the insane while simultaneously seeking to subvert and destroy whose who worshipped the so-called ‘kinder’ Gods. The serpent imagery, as I’m sure you can imagine, did nothing to improve matters.”

“That seems…extreme,” Balthus replied with a frown. “I have known people to be wary of Balugar-Soth; those who would call him unpredictable and dangerous to treat with, but I did not realize that he had once been so reviled.”

The Mage waved a hand dismissively. “What I speak of is largely ancient history. My kind, who once prayed so desperately to the Forked One for safety and sustenance, are no longer condemned or hunted by society at large. Nor are the lycanthropes, or those who practice magic-yes, my friend, it is a lesser-known fact that the Forked One was once considered to be their chief guardian as well, back when magic users were shunned by everyday folk as wicked and crazed madmen who sought only to make themselves wealthy and omnipotent through the power of the Divine.”

“I had no idea.”

“Ah, I do so love to educate others,” Jakobus replied with a sly grin, his amber eyes seeming to pierce into the Captain’s very flesh. “Truly, few things bring me such joy in life.”

“Then I must bring you more joy than anyone else alive,” Mattison quipped from the Mage’s opposite side.

“You might,” grumbled Jakobus, rolling his eyes, “if only you would shed your insufferable attitude.”

“So Balugar-Soth is not evil, despite what I’ve heard a few of my more superstitious countrymen claim,” Balthus said, trying to change the subject.

“Yes, I can confidently claim that the Forked One is not a malignant figure; merely an intimidating, enigmatic, and oft-misunderstood one-at least, to those who live beyond Nocturne’s borders. In fact, had I been raised here, I’m certain that I would have been a follower myself.”

Balthus laughed. “But you weren’t, and you worship those ‘kinder’ Gods you mentioned as a result, is that it?”

“Many people throughout this land would be quick to disagree with you, Balthus. That viewpoint was born mostly of simple ignorance and prejudice. The Nocturnals would tell you that the Forked One has been very kind to them, made them strong-as merely surviving in a land as unforgiving as this is a feat unto itself. And that, for most Nocturnals, is enough. Like I said, Balugar-Soth is no wicked deity, merely misunderstood by those who do not follow his ways.” He paused, smiling slyly at his companion. “You did give of your own coin back at that shrine, though-perhaps the Forked One will keep an eye on us for it.”

“I did it more out of respect than actual belief,” Balthus grumbled, adjusting his sword in his belt.

“A figure like Balugar-Soth cares not why you did it, I don’t believe-merely that you do it at all.”

Balthus glanced warily around, half-expecting to see a hunched, robed figure clutching a two-pronged staff staring at him from within the shadow of a tall tree. While he observed nothing of the sort, he still couldn’t shake the feeling that, somewhere in the Aether beyond their world, the strange serpent God was chuckling at him. He was certainly no longer in the land of the Three-hopefully, his simple act of giving had been enough for this Kingdom’s alien deity to grant them safe passage. Though, when it came down to it, Balthus concluded that he’d rather trust in his sword arm before he’d consider depending on any sort of freak divine intervention.

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