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Their meeting was warm, the day freezing. She was a polytheist; he, an antichrist. And when he passed the collection plate, she put in her last schilling.

There was no mediator. No arbitrator. She empowered him, allowed him to take her breath away until there was no longer breath to take. She was not even aware of the struggle, just the stimulation.

The first encounter differed little from the last.

It took place in her home, in her room. Neither of them had touched a lamp, but walked through the darkened house without speaking a word. Slowly. Purposefully. He had walked to the window and stared out at the shadowy park. She sat on the bed and stared at him. When he would occasionally, but not often, turn to momentarily look directly at her, he did not smile. Then he would turn and look at the park again.

She turned on the radio: jazz, barely audible. He noticed for the first time the photos all over the room, mostly portraits, barely visible by the dim light of the stereo. He walked slowly around the room, sizing her up. He sat on the bed next to her, his head in his hands. Still, he did not speak to her. He stared at nothing, she at him. Then, finally he turned his head and smiled at her, a gentle vulnerable smile, took her head in his hands and kissed her softly on the mouth, tentatively at first, then with desire. He did not take his eyes off of her eyes. She looked away, at the wall, at any other part of his face but his eyes. He made no move to undress her. He just continued to kiss her. He touched her hair, her skin, her blouse. He stared into her eyes. When he kissed her, she closed hers.

As suddenly as he gave her his attention, he withdrew it. He looked around the room for a moment as if trying to remember where he was. He ran his hands through his unkempt hair, eye glazed, for moment again deep in thought. He removed his jacket, dropped it on the floor.

He returned his attention to her. She was looking back this time. She was waiting for him to tell her what to do and he knew it. It was the “tell”. Everything that they were about was what that moment was about. But he didn’t tell her what to do. Not yet.

He undressed her as any lover would, intermingled in kisses. He was gentle with her. It was almost normal. Then he would suddenly stop and stare at her again for endless moments. And the anxiousness would rise in her afresh. When they were naked he gazed at her slowly, touched her breast as if she might bursa escort be a phantom. She felt exquisite– a work of art that he praised with his eyes, that he was seeing for the first time, touching for the first time; consuming it slowly with his eyes as if it was his first.

There had been one man before him in her life that she had considered a lover. After a year and a half, each kiss was like the first. When they were together (they had lived apart), usually on the weekends, he made love to her all night. It was not a matter of stamina. It was a matter of romance. He kissed her for an hour. Then they drank Chevis and listened to an album. Then they kissed for another hour. More Chevis, more music. He kissed her back and shoulders for an hour. He told her jokes. They talked. More Chevis. He kissed her whole body and touched her intimately for an hour. More Chevis. More music. And in the early hours of the morning he would take her in a frenzy and they would sleep. Never had she loved a man so. A political revolutionary from another country, he left for a cause and he never once looked back. She settled for less. After all, how many men were there who could fascinate her? Most men were really more or less alike as lovers, like they learned out of the same book, had the same older brother, or the same first lover.

So she let this stranger stare at her room, and stare at her body, and stare at her soul because he was taking his time. He was making her special. She was hoping he might be what the other had been in her life. And he was terribly close to meeting her expectations. But no two men are alike, really alike. They only resemble each other.

He did it all the way she wanted without asking. Like staring at her long enough seemed to make it clear. He painfully took his time, devouring one part of her and then another, his aggressiveness allowing her passivity. Until . . .

Until he spread her legs with his knees and stopped.

“What do you want?”

She opened her eyes. Dizzy. The room was spinning.

No smile, just those steel-grey eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

She smiled and was coy. She met his gaze. She wiggled her hips up in an effort to trap the hard cock she was waiting for. His legs pinned her down. “Tell me what you want.”

She reached up and touched his face with her hands. “I want you.” He fiercely grabbed her hands and secured them over her head, “Tell me what çanakkale escort you want.”

“I want you to make love to me.”

He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He tightened his grip.

“I want you to fuck me.” And he did. For awhile. Then he made her ask. He made her beg. He made her describe. And when she told him she was not very good at this, he smiled softly and said that she was doing fine. He held down her hands. He made her cry out. He bit her gently at first, then fiercely when he knew he could. He pushed her to her limits, but not over the edge. He asked nothing from her but to tell him what she wanted. Graphically. And it was not a matter of stamina this time either. But of timing; of art; of pausing and waiting; of continuing; until sleep came and neither were totally satisfied, just unable to bear the intensity any longer.

In the morning, before he left, he made love to her in a conventional manner. He dressed without speaking. He looked out at the park and looked at her photography as if memorizing each one. Then he simply said, “Thank you.”

She told her roommate about him, what she could, but not everything. She slept at night with dreams of him. She smelled the pillow that carried his scent. She fought to stay away from the bar where they had met, where they had accidentally sat next to one another and he occasionally had looked at her and sometimes smiled, where she had tried to make conversation because she thought that it was necessary. She did not want to become a bar fixture. She wanted him to have to wait for her. She waited three weeks.

He wasn’t there at first. But he had mentioned that he went there every day after work, spent more time there on Friday night. It was Friday. She waited. The band was good. The tourists this time of year were skiers. They tended to have a good time when they were not asleep at the tables. She sat at the bar. She drank Schnapps, his drink.

It was almost midnight when he came in. He did not see her. He sat on the other side of the bar. If he stopped watching the band and only looked up, he would see her. When he did, he merely stared. He didn’t smile at her. He looked at her eyes. She looked back at his. For what seemed like hours. He sat there looking at her. And when it was late and she was ready she walked over to him and looked into his eyes. He quietly followed her home. He mentioned that he lived across the park. He memorized her living çankırı escort room this time. He took her, consumed her; possessed her.

She knew some things instinctively. She knew he was married although he had no ring. She knew conversation would take away the magic. She knew that he knew she was out of control. And she knew that once a month was enough for that kind of passion and that even then it would burn out relatively soon. And she became like him. She drank from his cup. She gave it all and took it all and savored each morsel of him. She recuperated for four weeks.

Once, she went to the bar for happy hour. She needed some conversation. It was the afternoon and she felt light and free. She did not expect him to be there and when he sat next to her she was surprised. He stared at her for a moment and she surprised him by saying hello. They had their first conversation. They did not discuss work, or hobbies, or the weather. He told her all about this family. Not his wife, but his ancestors. What he was proud of in his life. He was unexpectedly vulnerable, she decided. He talked of his dreams for his son. He did not look like what he was. But she was not sure what she thought he should be.

Once, she went with friends to the bar in a birthday celebration. Her roommate had never seen this mystery lover and was hoping to catch a glimpse of him. They were both surprised to see him playing guitar with the band. So that’s what it was. That missing piece she had seen in his eyes. Not just a construction worker after all, but an artist like herself. Only an artist could create a work of art in bed. It suited him.

She went back once after she had moved. He followed her home even though she was now almost sixty miles away. His headlights behind her car through the dessert, the stars above close, the mountains on the vista spying on them. He had a new house to memorize, new windows to look out of, and she knew that it would be their last time together. She didn’t know how she would be able to not have him in her life. But she didn’t know how to say “Love me” when he whispered in her ear, “what do you want?” And if she had, it would not have been a possibility. She had chosen to leave, to start a new life in a new place. She would have to learn how to find a new lover.

so she stared long and hard at him because she knew she only had this time to remember every detail of his being. She kissed and received kisses intent on remembering the taste forever. And she realized that this was what he had done all along. It was the only thing that he could do, being unwilling to move away to a new life. And she held his hands over his head and ask him what he wanted. And he told her. Because it is not often that you get what you want.

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I stopped doing baby-sitting the year I turned eighteen. After all, I had a steady job by then and was making reasonable money and the sitting tended to cut into my now limited spare time. I passed all my regulars onto a couple of younger girls and cheerfully wiped my hands on the whole messy business.

Which is why it came as a slight shock to find myself sitting for Brian and Marie one night. It was a Friday night and normally I’d have been out, but the boyfriend was down with the flu and I couldn’t be bothered going out by myself. Then Marie rang, looking for an emergency sitter. It seemed the flu was rather prevalent, right then, and her normal sitter and her backup were both down with it. Could I please, please, please, pretty please, fill in?

So with nothing else to do I found myself around at Brian and Marie’s place, watching the kids. Really, I should say watching TV. The kids had gone down around eight and both of them just zonked right out. There was nothing for me to do from that point on, except to watch the idiot box and wait for Brian and Marie to come home.

The situation changed around nine o’clock. I heard the key in the door and was mildly surprised as Marie had indicated that they’d be out quite late. I was even more surprised when Andrew, Brian’s younger brother came strolling in. He actually lives interstate, but when he’s in town he always stays with his brother. I just hadn’t realised that he was in town right now.

Andrew looked at me, snapped his fingers a couple of times and then said, “Brenda, right? You used to sit for Brian and Marie, but I haven’t seen you for a couple of years.”

I was quite flattered that he actually remembered my name. He was about four years older than me and I’d had a bit of a crush on him when I was around sixteen, but he’d never even seemed to notice me. Apparently he had, at least, well enough to remember my name.

I nodded.

“Marie and Brian have gone out and I’m the emergency babysitter,” I told him cheerfully. “The kids are now sleeping and I’m just relaxing watching the tellie. Ah, if you’re in for the rest of the night I can go home and leave the kids with you.”

“No!” he said, very quickly. “If the little monsters wake up and find me here they’ll never go back to bed. Better by far if you’re available. Besides, I might go out again.”

That was fine by me. It wasn’t as though I’d be doing anything when I got home but watch TV there. At least here I was getting paid to watch it. I settled down to continue watching while Andrew settled onto one of the lounge chairs.

After a while, a very short while, Andrew got up and just prowled around. He seemed rather restless. He sat again and I asked him if he’d like me to make some coffee.

“Coffee,” He said. “Good idea. But you sit there. I’ll make it.”

He shot through to the kitchen and returned a little while later with coffee. We drank it and chatted a little, him sounding me out about what I’d been doing since he last saw me and me quizzing him in a similar manner. Coffee gone I settled back to watching TV and Andrew settled back to prowling around.

I found that having Andrew prowling back and forth while I tried to watch TV was rather disconcerting. Or to be more explicit, he was getting on my nerves.

“Um, Andrew,” I ventured, “if you want to go out feel free to do so. Don’t feel that you need to stay and keep me company.”

Andrew gave a quick laugh.

“Getting on your nerves, am I?” he asked. “No need to deny it. Marie also gets bit irritated when I get restless like this. The trouble is I don’t really feel like going out. I do have one idea. This is just a suggestion, but why don’t you take your panties off?”

I bridled at that. I mean, I’ve had guys make indecent suggestions before and have even been persuaded to go along with a couple of those suggestions, bayburt escort but I don’t think I’ve ever been so crudely propositioned. I was about to tell Andrew just what he could do with his suggestion when he laughed and flapped his hands at me.

“Wait a moment,” he said quickly. “That didn’t come out quite the way I intended. I’m not trying to suggest anything wrong. Let me explain.”

So I shut up and listened.

“As you may know, I’m currently doing a psychology course. One of our assignments is to put someone into a slightly unusual situation and see how rapidly they adjust to the change. We’re not supposed to put someone into a radically different situation but just make a minor change to their environment. I thought that if you continued to watch TV, but without your panties, it would count as a minor change. You’re still quite adequately covered. The only difference is that you’re now aware that you have no panties. I have to note how fast the change becomes the new standard. That is, how fast do you go from an uncomfortable awareness of the change to forgetting about it, as it is the new norm? Get it?”

Got it. He wasn’t propositioning me but using me for a school assignment. How flattering. I considered the issue. Would it really matter if I took my panties off? After all, he wasn’t propositioning me, just observing. My dress was knee length, so he wasn’t going to see anything, even if I forgot about the panties and bent over.

I shrugged.

“OK,” I said, and I probably sounded a bit dubious. This was because I was. “But they go straight back on when Brian and Marie get home.”

“That’ll be fine,” he said. Andrew picked up the coffee cups and headed towards the kitchen with them. “Just toss the panties on the coffee table,” he said as he walked out.

So I did. I just slipped them off and tossed them onto the coffee table and then went back to watching TV. Andrew came back and sat down again and seemed to be watching TV.

I very quickly came to the conclusion that I’d made a mistake. I’m sure lots of girls have found themselves in situations where they’ve found themselves inadvertently going commando. It even happened to me once. But it doesn’t matter, because no-one knows. You have a chance to discreetly acquire another pair of panties and the problem is solved.

The difference now was that not only wasn’t I wearing any panties but that Andrew knew I wasn’t. Knowing that he knew made all the difference. I was very much aware of my pussy being bare. Really bare, as I prefer to shave that area. And Andrew knew I was naked, but for my dress. It occurred to me that it wasn’t the nakedness that I was aware of, but of my genitals. I was acutely aware that I was female and that there was a man there who knew how exposed I was.

I tried to forget it and watch TV, but soon encountered another little problem. How could I forget my pantyless state and adjust to the new norm when those panties were lying on the coffee table, right there in front of me. And Andrew. He could see them and they would be a constant reminder to him that I wasn’t wearing them.

I was getting hot and bothered. I couldn’t help it. I was feeling so vulnerable without my panties, knowing that Andrew knew I wasn’t wearing them. Every time he glanced in my direction I could imagine him picturing me sitting there naked. Not that I was. I had a dress on. I just didn’t have my panties.

After half an hour I still hadn’t adjusted. I was worse off, if anything. I was hot and aroused. It was as though I was really sitting there naked in front of Andrew. The knowledge that he knew and was watching just kept stirring me up. I wanted to just grab my panties and pull them on and the hell with any observations Andrew might be doing.

I started when Andrew stood up and stretched. He bilecik escort sauntered over to stand in front of me, gesturing for me to stand up as he came. I was actually relieved to do so. I’d practically been squirming on the couch. When he reached me he reached down, took hold of the hem at the front of my dress and just lifted it up, leaving me red-faced and naked from the waist down.

“Hold this for a moment,” he said, giving me the hem of the dress and, fool that I am, I did.

With his hands free and my pussy exposed it was the work of an instant for the two to become acquainted. Andrew just slipped his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy, a finger easing its way between my lips and gently probing inside me.

“My, my. You’re all hot and wet,” he murmured. He took hold of my dress again and started lifting it even higher. Like up and over my head, so I’m standing there in just a bra. Not that I had the bra for long. Deft fingers had it unhooked and sliding down my arms before I could gather my wits together long enough to decide that I should be protesting. Fat lot of good it was going to do me to protest when I was already naked.

“You said that this was an assignment for your course,” I managed to point out.

“And so it is,” Andrew assured me. “But don’t worry, when it comes to writing my report I’ll only identify you as B, so they won’t know the name of the lovely lady I ravished.”

“Ravished?” I said. “Are you saying you’re going to try and have sex with me?”

“Ah, no. I’m saying I am going to have sex with you,” Andrew replied, and he was already undoing his belt. “Are you going to try and stop me?”

Was I? The way I was feeling I guess the answer was no. I just stood there helplessly, watching Andrew strip.

As soon as he was naked Andrew reached for me and pulled me hard up against him. I could feel him pressing against me for the full length of my body. I could feel his hairy chest rubbing against my smooth breasts. I could really feel his erection pressed hard against my groin and lower tummy. It was hard and hot, a rigid staff pressing firmly against me, making me supremely conscious of its existence.

Andrew’s hands ran down my back and took a firm hold of my bottom. Then he lifted me, dragging me up along his cock until the tip of it was pressed against the juncture of my legs. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and then he was lowering me.

I sank down, feeling his erection penetrating me, rearing firmly up inside me. There was no hesitation, Andrew just letting me drop, sinking down onto him, filling me with that one quick motion. After that he took a quick step towards the couch and just dropped onto it, crushing me between him and the couch, driving home even deeper.

Sprawled on top of me, hands fondling my breasts and cock deep inside me, Andrew got to work. He fucked me hard, driving in repeatedly, using all the energy that a healthy young man has, and Andrew had plenty. Fortunately I am a healthy young woman and was able to respond in kind.

“Note this for your assignment,” I gasped, as I felt Andrew sliding in yet again. “I want to scream but can’t because it would wake the kids. That’s a minor change but I’m adapting to it.”

Andrew just grinned and drove in even harder, testing the limits on my non-screaming. I bounced under him, giving as good as I got, and I got it good, I am pleased to say. Andrew knew what he was about and he was definitely delivering the goods.

I couldn’t help but feel that if baby-sitting was this entertaining every time I’d have to take it up again. Andrew drilled into me again and again, while I pushed up to meet his every move. Excitement and lust were raging through me, setting me on fire and lifting me higher.

I could sense my own climax coming and I jammed a bingöl escort fist into my mouth. I was not going to scream. Then I was swept away, and from the yell Andrew gave he was carried away as well. (If his yell woke the kids I’d make sure this was the last time he was ever with a woman.)

I just sagged on the couch afterwards feeling completely boneless. Andrew was collapsed on top of me and it felt nice, even if he was a little heavy. I was just starting to snap out of it and push him off me when Brian spoke up.

“What the hell is going on?” he demanded.

Gods! I hadn’t even heard him return. They were back early. Andrew just calmly got to his feet and reached for his clothes, leaving me lying there in the nude. My face was burning and I was trying to cover myself with my hands.

“Brenda has been helping me with a school assignment,” Andrew said casually. “Where’s Marie?”

“She decided to nip down to the supermarket for some late night shopping. She said we’re almost out of milk and she needs it for the kids’ breakfast. What she’s going to say about this little scenario I hate to think.”

“If I might make a suggestion,” I spoke up quickly, “don’t tell her. I’ll be dressed and gone by the time she gets back.”

Brian looked at me. And I mean he really looked, taking in my nudity and enjoying it. He shrugged.

“Seems reasonable,” he said. “However, if I’m keeping secrets from Marie I prefer it to be a secret worth keeping.”

He gave me another look and I felt a squirming deep inside me, not trusting the look on his face. That squirming came even squirmier when he spoke.

“OK, Brenda. Bend over the couch and I’ll generate a secret that I’d like to hide from Marie.”

“What?” I squealed.

It was bloody plain what. Brian was already unzipping.

“You can’t be serious,” I protested.

From the size of the erection that was now popping out of his trousers, he was perfectly serious. He reached down and took my hand and gently tugged, and I found myself rising to my feet. Brian drew me down to the end of the couch and encouraged me to lean forward over it.

“You’re kidding, right?” I asked, watching Brian moving closer.

“Brian” I protested, feeling his erection pressing against my lips. “You can’t do this to me.”

He could. I gasped as I felt him pushing between my lips. He wasn’t rushing me, just pressing slowly home, going deeper all the time. Then he was driving firmly in, while his arms reached around and took hold of my breasts. From that point on he started giving me what for, driving in hard and fast, again and again, while his hands played enthusiastically with my breasts.

I was already hot and wet and excited, and this new intrusion promptly fired up my lust again. I was bucking hard against him, feeling him ride me for all he was worth.

Andrew came and knelt on the couch in front of me. He pushed Brian’s hands away from my breasts and then his mouth latched onto one, kissing and nibbling. Brian promptly dropped his hands to my hips, taking a firm hold, and started driving in harder than ever.

I found myself leaning over the end of the couch, baby brother Andrew ravishing my breasts while big brother Brian ravished my pussy. I was gasping and squeaking, not knowing what to do. My hips were bouncing up and down trying to keep up with Brian while I wanted to grab Andrew’s head and clasp it closer to my breasts.

The whole thing was totally distracting and I had no idea I was so near to climaxing until it just swept over me. I heard myself squealing and I was shuddering, feeling wave after wave of sensation just sweeping through me and carrying me away.

When I recovered, I found myself draped over the end of the couch. The bastard brothers were both fully dressed and just chatting and admiring my figure. Brian noticed that I was back with them and grinned at me.

“You might like to get dressed,” he said. “Marie will be home soon.”

I just gave him a look, grabbed my clothes and headed for the bathroom. I was not, definitely not, taking up baby-sitting again. I wasn’t sure I’d survive another night like this.

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This story is about Adri and Krellyn, whose first meeting appears in Hope’s Awakening, and this takes place in their future. Please enjoy, and as always, comments and emails are welcome! -Guinevere A. Hart

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When Adri had come in following her daily prayer ritual, their infant, Jubilee, was still asleep. He listened as his wife quietly removed her vestments. She slipped under the blanket with him and pressed her body against his. A gentle hand lightly fell on his shoulder. She pushed her full, firm breasts into his back and crossed a long, slender leg over his hip. He caressed her knee then reached back along her silky thigh. He sighed, tightening his grip on her leg as she nuzzled into his hair and softly kissed his neck and shoulders.

He could feel her smile against his skin. Her thoughts touched his, warm with desire, she mentally sent, “She’s still asleep.”

With one hand still gripping her leg, he grabbed her arm with the other. Then in a smooth roll, he turned on his back and pulled her on top of him. Her mouth instantly closed with his, their tongues joining in a familiar, yet still fiery dance. He opened his eyes and watched in the mirrored canopy over head as his ink black hands slipped down her pale back, then flicked the coverlet away. His hands returned at once to cup and squeeze the mounds of her fine white buttocks.

Adri broke their kiss to sit up on her knees. She drew a low growl from him as she scratched his chest and belly with her nails. She knew precisely how deep he needed it, and the pleasure/pain electrified the entirety of his flesh. “Again.” He snarled at her. With a throaty chuckle, she repositioned her hands and clawed him again.

From behind, he pushed two fingers from each hand into her drenched pussy and she gasped. He admired the view as Adri arched her back, thrusting forward those big beautiful tits. She moved her hips and he wiggled his fingers as much as he could inside of her. As he massaged the walls of her channel, she used both hands to lightly stroke his shaft. Then she squeezed and pulled with just the right amount of pressure, working up a drop of pre-cum.

She raised up slightly and pressed the head of his cock against her clit, smearing his cum into her sweet pink bits. Her blue eyes met his, and the lust he saw there burned his soul. With a firm grip on his member she rapidly rubbed her clit with the tip. He continued working his fingers at her entrance, watching her face as she used him to get herself off. Sadly, she kept her mouth closed around her mewling sounds, trying to be quiet. He watched her and listened, sensing every thrill and nuance of her body and soul. When he knew it was time, he moved his fingers away and she replaced them with his cock.

He firmly held her hips, and she rode him hard and fast. As he started to swell and pulse, he dug his wet fingers into her ass cheeks. Her body shuddered over him and she clenched her teeth around the cries that threatened to escape. He wanted to slap her ass, to make her free those precious sounds, but the infant slept only lightly in the mornings. So, Krellyn let it go, just to revel in the throbbing and thrumming waves of pleasure he and Adri shared.

As he gently wiped her clean with a damp cloth, Krellyn was warm, content, and he supposed he might even one day be able to admit to a certain degree of genuine happiness. Cleaning and caring for Adri in their afterglow had become a ritualistic part of their intimacy, a part he cherished nearly as much as the sex itself. She had only just curled around him, with her face pressed against his ribs, when their child made her first burbling sounds of the day. The cooing quickly became a whine that said it was time to be fed. Adri started up, but Krellyn gently pressed her back down, saying, “Let me.”

Krellyn lifted the fussing girl-child from the basinet. He held her up and away as he judged her size. She was at least twice as heavy as she was when she had been born four months ago. He drew her close to his face, and she stopped whining to beam a smile at him. He looked closer at her irises which had been gradually shifting from blue to purple. She had his violet black skin, and it seemed she would have his red eyes as well. At that moment she also had his nose in one tiny hand, while the other yanked on his hair. When Krellyn laughed, Jubilee laughed with him.

After a quick change of the cloth around her bottom, he passed the baby to Adri. He stayed to watch his family and to listen to Adri’s soft voice. She sang in the Sylvan tongue, a song about wild fey and their magical lands. He closed his eyes and touched her soul, allowing himself one more small moment in that brilliant white light. He let it surround him, let it pierce him, until he felt his chest would burst, then he withdrew. His wife never missed a note, but she watched him with those radiant sapphire eyes.

Finally, he tore himself away to his kitchen. It was a tidy place where benign things, like side pork and bayburt escort eggs, let him think clearly. He thought of his distant past, of the horrific tragedies that he just knew could never be set right. Then he had met her, and she made him believe that nothing was impossible. In her eyes and in that burning light of her spirit, he saw an end to a despair that he thought was eternal. He had been forming a plan of his own, and the more he thought on it, the clearer it became. He felt it was time to set things in motion. As he worked, he caught himself humming Adri’s little song, and abruptly stopped. To the eggs he was scrambling, he grumbled, “I do not hum.”

As the smell of breakfast filled the house, Adri and Jubilee joined Krellyn in the kitchen. When they sat down to eat, Krellyn announced, “Today, you’re to pack an overnight bag for yourself and Jubilee. We’re going out of town.”

Adri grinned at his authoritative voice, but she would not argue. After her life of travel and adventure, she was starting to feel a little hemmed in. They had developed a comfortable life together, a life she dearly loved, but she could not deny that she longed for a brief change of scenery. “May I ask where we’re going?”

“To visit an old friend.”

Adri was truly surprised by that. She could not stop the words before they had escaped her mouth. “You have a friend?” Then, realizing what had passed her lips, she pressed her hand against her mouth. She watched as one fine white brow slowly climbed his dark forehead, the other eye narrowed sharply at her. Then the corner of his mouth twitched and Adri giggled.

Krellyn said, “As a matter of fact, I have two friends.” After a long, thoughtful stare at his plate, he lifted his head and looked in her eyes and his mouth twitched again. “Three, actually.”

Adri’s heart swelled and her smile grew. She felt her cheeks growing red. The man who sat across the table from her knew her more intimately than any other person could. She could not understand why the thought that he considered her a friend would be the thing to make her blush. Perhaps it was because Adrielen could not even begin to count the number of people she considered her friends, but Krellyn could count his own friends on only one hand.

Krellyn cleaned up the kitchen as Adri packed for their trip. He was just about through when she returned to him and asked, “Will I need this?” He turned and saw she was holding up the chain mail dress that she wore into combat. What amused him was the almost hopeful look in her eyes. It made him laugh.

Adri smirked at him. “I’ll just take that as a ‘No’, then.”

With breakfast and the packing out of the way, Krellyn went to work in his lab while Adri and Jubilee went visiting and making deliveries. He shook his head as he stared at his work space, wondering at how things change. He used to create poisons, now he made all manner of things that his customers needed. Of the things he thought he would never be, he had become a merchant. With a shrug and a derisive snort, he got to work. Krellyn’s alchemical potions were quite popular among the adventuring Planes Walkers. He was happy with his precise formulas and instruments, but he despised dealing with people. On the other hand, Adrielen loved to talk to people. With her as his mouthpiece, Krellyn stayed busy and Adri stayed social. It was a perfect arrangement for both of them. When business was through, she came home in the late afternoon to find Krellyn had already put a light meal on the table. He told her to eat, that they would leave after supper.

With a bag on her back, and their child slung across her front, Adri linked her hand with Krellyn’s and the space around them shifted. They stood just inside a clearing within a thick, shadowy pine forest. Krellyn explained that there was a road not far from the clearing and that instantly popping up in a town full of ordinary mortals was not wise. Reaching the edge of the woods, they waited for an oxcart to pass them, so as not to startle the driver. Then Krellyn stepped out onto the road and led his family to a small quiet village.

The village was populated primarily by elves, though there were a few humans and half-bloods among them. Adri noticed that Krellyn kept his hood up and his head lowered. Even so, there were a few people that crossed to the other side of the street, rather than pass them on the same path. Krellyn knew Adri’s mind, could feel her rising ire and knew she wanted to say something. She heard his voice in her thoughts. “Unfortunately, my kin have developed a certain reputation. These people are only ignorant, not dangerous. At least not so long as you are able to hold a civil tongue.” She took the warning seriously and kept quiet.

They came to an inn and Krellyn said, “It would be best if you do the talking here. I want you to get us a room, then go to the bar and ask the barkeeper for Martain. The last time I saw him, he was talking about opening a shop bilecik for hunters.”

“Martain? That’s your friend’s name?” Adri passed the sleeping infant to Krellyn.

“Yes. If he still lives here, I’d wager the man who sells his liquor will know something about him.” With that, they went inside.

The place was practically empty, with only three patrons at the bar. The proprietor stared long at Krellyn’s cloaked and silent figure, then he whispered to Adri, “Are you all right, Miss?”

Though Adri was already weary from the prejudice against her husband in that place, she smiled as cheerfully as she could. “Of course. My family and I are fine. We’re just tired and need a place to rest.” With that, she placed a few coins on the counter. Her offer was more generous than the little place deserved, but she had learned that the right coins could buy a certain degree of respect. Her gold vanished in a flash, and the man told her where to find their room.

With Krellyn and Jubilee settling in for the night, Adri went to the bar. She ordered a drink and spoke with the bartender. “I’m looking for a man called Martain. Do you know him?”

The rail-thin half-breed stared hard at Adri. He flicked greasy hair out of his eyes, and said, “Look, Miss Damsel, that Martain fella’ don’t help people no more. So, whatever you think your distress is, you better find some other sucker, or learn to rescue yourself.”

Adri was beginning to wonder if all the villagers were rude and ignorant. Perhaps there, it was the cultural norm. Though she was growing more irritated, she attempted a pleasant smile. It was a smile that never reached her eyes and must have revealed some of her internal anger, for the man took a step back. She simply slid another generous coin across the counter and said, “You look, Mister Piss Peddler, I am in no distress. And if I were, it would not be for long. I’m planning a hunting trip and I hear Martain’s wares are the best. Now, can I find his shop here, or not?”

Again, her coin disappeared. “Why didn’t you say so? Shop’s at the other end of town, just inside the woods. Path’s marked. Can’t miss it.”

Adri returned to the room and her ire instantly melted away. Jubilee was awake. She and Krellyn were making faces and nonsense noises at one another, and both were laughing. Seeing Adri, the baby girl threw up her arms, reaching for her mother. As Jubilee nursed, Adri told Krellyn what the bartender said.

The following morning, they arrived at a small shop with a bow and a boar’s head mounted above the door. As the sign suggested, it was a shop for huntsmen. The walls were adorned with bows, axes, and knives. There were horns and whistles for hunting with animals and all manner of general gear required for a successful hunt. Behind the counter, an elf with short-cropped dark blonde hair sat with his back to the door. He sat on a stool, bent over a worktable as he concentrated on fletching arrows. Though a small bell jingled when they went inside, the proprietor did not turn away from his work to look at his customers. He continued to watch his fletching and in a mild voice he said, “Help you folks with something?”

Adri watched Krellyn pull back his hood and smirk as he said to the elf’s back, “I’m looking for Martain.”

The elf paused, hands frozen over his work. His left ear twitched, as if pestered by an insect. In the same even tones he said, “Maybe I know that name. Maybe I don’t. What do you want him for?”

Krellyn said, “He was my friend. I like to think he might be, still.”

The elf sighed and turned to regard Krellyn with mild hazel eyes. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth. “Krellyn Darkraven. It’s been… how many centuries? And why do I have the feeling that you being here now means my nice, quiet little life is about to get all kinds of screwed up?” Then he seemed to realize Adri was standing there. He asked, “You with him?”

Adri smiled and nodded her head, then Krellyn introduced her. “This is Adri, my wife. And my daughter, Jubilee. Adri, this is Martain.”

Martain threw his head back and laughed. He stood up and came around the corner to clasp Krellyn’s arm. Still chuckling he said, “Your ‘wife’? Right. Why don’t you yank on the other leg now?” As Adri lifted Jubilee from the sling, Martain gasped.

First he said, “Krellyn, you’re an asshole.” Then to Adri, “Seriously, honey, how much did this crazy bastard pay you to dip your baby in ink?”

Adri giggled, and because she did, so did Jubilee. “Your concern is touching, Martain. But I promise, she was born this way.”

He pointed at Krellyn and said to Adri, “I know Krellyn would lie for a bad joke, but you don’t look like the lying kind. You really married to him? And that’s his child?” Adri only met Martian’s eyes and smiled patiently.

After a moment, Martain threw up his hands in exasperation. “Well, how did that happen? I mean, was there a ceremony? Like in a chapel, with priests, pretty bingöl escort speeches, and flowers… and… cake?”

Krellyn scrunched up his face in disgust and made a hissing noise. This made Jubilee laugh, then she scrunched her own face and practiced the same noise. Though, lacking any teeth, her noise was a raspberry. The baby’s playing made Adri laugh, then she put out her lower lip at Krellyn in a mock pout and said, “I do wish there had been cake. I like cake.”

Krellyn eyed Jubilee as she continued to experiment with the new raspberry noise. To Adri he said, “I’ll make you a cake when we get home.”

More to himself than to anyone else, Martain muttered. “My gods. It’s for real. Krellyn, the master of all things gloom, doom and despair, went and got himself a wife. What is this multiverse coming to?”

Krellyn said, “Yes, Martain. Now, if you could somehow manage to get over it, I’d like you to come back to the house with us. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Right. I guess that’s where you’re going to tell me how you’re going to screw up my life again?” Though Martain’s words were hesitant, he put a closed sign in the shop window and locked the door.

Krellyn’s crooked smile quirked up again, and he said, “Of course!”

As Krellyn cast his spell to travel, he frowned because they did not go anywhere. Krellyn said, “It appears that someone has dimension-locked this area.”

Adri turned to Martain who shook his head. “Don’t look at me. The only thing I ever cast is a fishing line.”

At that point, shadows peeled themselves off the floor and the wall. Martain cursed and pulled an axe off the wall. Krellyn stepped between his family and the shadows while he withdrew a pair of liquid filled glass globes. Sensing her mother’s alarm, Jubilee began to cry. With no blade, no armor, and her infant daughter in her arms, Adri immediately spoke a prayer of protection over herself and her child. The divine spell was intended for field medics so that they could tend to the wounded without coming under attack. So long as Adri was not hostile, she and Jubilee would be safe.

The temperature in the room dropped instantly so they could see the puffs of vapor as they breathed. As the minor shadow demons moved in to attack, they extended long ethereal claws. One of them managed to grasp Martain’s arm, the claws passing right through his flesh. He hissed sharply and looked to see a row of frost-bitten cuts in his skin.

Krellyn made quick work of two shadows. He tossed the glass directly at them. When it shattered on the floor beneath them, the liquid splashed and shredded his foes. Adri smiled, as she realized the globes were filled with holy water. As if they were of one mind, the two men fought back to back, keeping the shadows from getting around them. Then she noticed that Martain’s mundane axe was not working as effectively as it could. Adri blended a new chant with the one protecting her baby. The axe began to glow with holy light. “Bonus!” He shouted, then he swiftly tore into the shadows before him.

Adri saw that the wound Martain had received was turning black. That blackness was quickly spreading. He unconsciously shook his hand, then just let it hang at his side. She needed to stop the unholy infection before it touched his heart. To heal him, she needed to put her hands on him. If she could just get a little closer. She started to move forward, then Krellyn snapped at her, “Get back!”

She jumped back just in time as Krellyn blocked another vicious claw attack with his cloak. Then, her blood chilled when she found she had backed into a person. The evil that radiated from the person behind her made her stomach clench and she wanted to vomit. Jubilee’s primal instincts took control and she instantly stopped screaming. Her little body went stiff in Adri’s arms, and she stared up at her mother with wide terror in her violet eyes. Adri’s heart was slamming in her chest, but she maintained her chant.

Though the being had not grabbed her or hurt her, she was beginning to wonder if it was powerful enough to sense her through her spell. She felt ice cold breath on the crown of her head, as if the being behind her was sniffing her. When she felt something squirming through her hair, everything in her screamed at her to run. However, her boots felt as if they were frozen to the floor. Not wanting to drop her spell, Adri used telepathy, sending her fear along her link to Krellyn and mentally calling his name. He finished off the shadow he was engaged with as he turned to look at Adri.

Just as he and Martain were eliminating the last of the shadows, Krellyn felt Adri inside his head. As she called to him, the fear that accompanied that call was not at all like her. He turned to see that she had backed into a reptilian creature that had not appeared to be there before. It had a humanoid shaped body, but a snake-like face, with scales instead of skin and a long serpent’s tail curled behind it. The creature looked confused, as if it could only partially sense Adrielen through her spell and was trying to figure out what she was. One of its hands had small snakes where fingers should have been, and it had the audacity to put that hand in his wife’s hair. To Adri’s mind, Krellyn said, “Move.”

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I met back with Pyra in the Admin Room. We were discussing the best trajectory for my ship when Nea interrupted us.

“Chris, I have been monitoring the news and just received this broadcast. You might want to see this.”

The screen with Neas Face switched to the intro of a news broadcast from the Solar System Network.

~~~

[News Broadcast Intro Music]

Good day to all our viewers across the Solar System. Welcome to SSN News. I’m Michael Anders, and here are the top stories for today.

First up, the search for Christoph Wilder, the prime suspect in the power core theft that occurred six days ago, continues. Wilder, who is believed to have stolen the core from the ARGUS research station orbiting Venus, remains at large. The station, operated by Eclipse Power Technologies ‘EPT,’ the leading energy provider supplying power to 80% of all planets and stations, has been under intense scrutiny since the incident.

In related news, there are unconfirmed reports that the Solar System’s security agency, ‘SolSec,’ is preparing for an unprecedented sweep across the Solar System to locate Wilder. If true, this would be the first operation of its kind and scale, highlighting the significance of the stolen power core.

Meanwhile, EPT has announced plans to deploy a fleet of autonomous drones to assist in the search. In a groundbreaking move, new legislature has granted these drones permission to accelerate beyond the standard regulation limits. Unconfirmed reports also suggest that these drones may be equipped with lethal weapons. The inclusion of such weaponry has raised concerns among some citizens, but the urgency of the situation seems to have outweighed the potential risks.

EPT has further increased the stakes by offering a substantial bounty for any information that leads to the arrest of Christoph Wilder. This marks a clear escalation in the company’s determination to recover the stolen power core and bring the suspect to justice.

That’s all for now on the ongoing power core theft investigation. Stay tuned for more updates and developments as they come in. And remember, if you have any information that could help authorities locate Christoph Wilder or the stolen power core, please contact your local SolSec branch immediately.

[News Broadcast Transition Music]

In other news today, Senator Garvers of Mars said…

~~~

The broadcast was decorated with pictures of me from different security cameras and my passport. Also, some archive recordings of the SolSec Fleet and illustrations of my ship.

Pyra and I looked at the screen in disbelief as the picture switched back to Nea’s face.

“Well, they certainly no longer fool around,” I said.

Pyra looked at me concerned, “EPT has a lot of influence, Chris! SolSec won’t be able to prepare such an action without EPT money. They are underfunded. If they find us here… Heck, if they find the station, they will destroy it.”

“Nea, do you have any more information on that matter?” I asked.

“Sadly, no. This was the only broadcast with this information. The older ones only handled the search for you and the effects of the theft.”

“The clone of the core still needs a couple of days before it will be finished. We should complete our plan before it is done. The faster we can get them on a false lead or even convince them that you are dead, the better.” said Pyra.

“Yes, yes… so about the Vector, I thought that maybe we can…”

—

A couple of days later, we had discussed everything we could.

“I think that’s it,” I said, “Any last-minute changes?”

We looked at each other.

“No” came from Pyra and Nea.

I was certainly not happy with the prospect of losing my ship. It has been my home and Max, my companion, for the last few years. But it must be. With it destroyed SolSec and EPT will have everything, except for my body, to believe I was dead.

“Then let’s get to work,” I said.

With the help of Nea and one of her bots, I moved most of my personal belongings from the ship into my room. It was a bittersweet experience as I had many memories attached to the items I was leaving behind. I carefully selected what to keep and what to leave, ensuring that my room still reflected my presence on the ship. However, it was difficult to leave some things behind, knowing that they could be discovered and potentially used as evidence.

After some time, Pyra joined me and handed me the storage disk containing the complete backup of Max and all my personal files.

“Here you go,” she said. “I also modified the system logs and Max’s memory to reflect the planned trajectory. The autopilot course is programmed, and the system is set to overload and destroy itself after the ship reaches its final course.”

I could sense the resentment in her voice, and it mirrored my own feelings.

“Thank you,” I replied. “It’s surreal that we’re actually doing this. All the planning and theory have led up to this moment.” My throat felt tight as ardahan escort I spoke.

We continued preparing the ship. Replacing some couplings with already burned-out ones and making slight modifications to good ones so that they will burn out later. We took care to strategically place broken-off wall and floor panels all around the hanger, making scorch marks on components and generally half wrecking it. It was a massacre, and heartbreaking to see it in this shape.

Nea let us know that the core was complete, and her robot brought it aboard the ship. Together with Pyra, we placed the fake core beside the real one.

The most crucial part was next – transporting the working core to the station. We followed our plan: Nea deactivated all non-essential systems, while I maximized the output of my reactor. This powered almost 90% of the station, and with minimal artificial gravity, we could easily move the core.

Pyra had already set up a new location for the reactor in one of the storage rooms.

“Is everyone ready?” I asked.

After receiving confirmation from Pyra and Nea, I turned off the core. The lights dimmed slightly as the fusion reactor took over, and we disconnected the core’s wires.

“I still can’t believe this can output so much power,” said Pyra as we moved the core through the airlock.

“It is really an astonishing piece of technology,” I responded, “I understand why they want it back so bad. What I don’t understand is why they don’t make a new one? They must have blueprints and schematics to recreate this one.”

“They probably are, ” came from Nea, “the problem is that it requires extremely precise manufacturing. The search could return the core faster than they could build a new one. And also because they could lose their monopoly if someone else could create a similar device.”

“So mostly capitalistic reasons,” I said, nodding, “that’s fitting.”

We moved the core to the storage room, reconnected the wires, and Nea ran a quick self-test before turning it on. The lights returned to their normal levels.

“Good work, everyone,” said Pyra, and we high-fived.

“Yes, it went faster than expected, and with the core now onboard the station, I feel much safer,” Nea said.

I returned back to the ship to connect the fake core while Pyra guided her own ship to another docking port. We had decided to place the core directly on a coupling that we had rigged to explode later in the planned ‘accident.’

Nea called me right after I had completed this task. “Pyra, Chris, there is a broadcast with new information. Meet me in the admin room,” she informed.

“I’m on my way!” I replied.

As I entered the station, I heard a distant metallic sound that I assumed was Pyra’s ship docking. I proceeded to the elevator, where I decided to wait for Pyra. She soon joined me, and I inquired about her ship.

“Did everything go well with your ship?” I asked.

“Yes, we can be pretty confident that my ship isn’t being tracked. Otherwise, someone would have found us by now,” she replied.

I agreed, and we took the elevator back to the admin room.

After we sat down, Nea started the broadcast, and we watched as the familiar intro played.

~~~

[News Broadcast Intro Music]

Good day to all our viewers across the Solar System. Welcome to SSN News. I’m Michael Anders, and here are the top stories for today.

We have an update on the ongoing power core theft investigation. As reported four days ago, Christoph Wilder, the prime suspect in the theft from the ARGUS research station orbiting Venus, remains at large. To recap, the station is operated by Eclipse Power Technologies (EPT), the leading energy provider supplying power to 80% of all planets and stations.

In our previous broadcast, we mentioned unconfirmed reports that the Solar System’s security agency, “SolSec,” was preparing for an unprecedented sweep across the Solar System to locate Wilder. Today, we can confirm that those rumors were indeed accurate. SolSec has announced that they will begin their search within the next 24 hours. However, the exact route and procedure that SolSec will be using remains unknown to the public.

As for the autonomous drone fleet announced by EPT, there have been no further updates on its deployment or progress. We will continue to monitor the situation and provide updates as they become available.

That’s all for now on the ongoing power core theft investigation. Stay tuned for more updates and developments as they come in. And remember, if you have any information that could help authorities locate Christoph Wilder or the stolen power core, please contact your local SolSec branch immediately.

[News Broadcast Transition Music]

In other news today, the Solar System Agricultural Conference is set to take place on Mars, bringing together experts in farming and biotechnology to discuss sustainable food production for our ever-expanding population…

~~~

“Next artvin escort 24 hours, huh?” Pyra said, “Even if they directly flew to us, they would need more than 24 hours. And we are nearly done with the preparations.”

“I agree.” came from Nea, “with your current progress, they would find the ship before they would find Hermes.”

“With OUR progress Nea, you helped too,” I said. Nea’s face showed a slight blush in response. “But you are right. We are good on time. Should we do the last parts now or tomorrow? I’m somewhat exhausted from all the work. But we can get the cockpit stuff done today if we push through.”

“Nah, let’s do that tomorrow. We need to get it right and can’t take the chance of messing something up because we are tired,” said Pyra.

I confirmed, and we retreated to our rooms.

“Nea? What do you do while we sleep?” I asked while I was preparing myself for bed. “Please tell me you are not watching us sleep?”

“Of course not,” she said with a slight giggle, “I understand privacy, and while there are cameras in all rooms, I do not intentionally watch you or Pyra. I only monitor the audio channels if either of you would call for me. I reorganize my neural nets and do maintenance tasks at night. As far as I understand it, it is similar to how your brain reorganizes itself in your sleep. While I’m fully aware at all times, I’m in a state that could be described as light sleep.”

“Well, that’s a relief. So when you say you are in light sleep, do you also dream?”

“You could say so. My neural nets produce unrealistic scenarios and random noise while in this state. You could argue that it is similar to dreaming. But it is always clear to me that these scenarios are not real.”

“Well, then, I wish you nice dreams,” I said as I got into bed and dimmed the lights.

—

Preparing the cockpit was the hardest part. Moving the core was crucial but relatively easy. Cracking the cockpit window and making it look like I was ejected out of my own ship was much more difficult. Not only was the window designed to be nearly indestructible, but we also need to think about the uncontrolled decompression.

This part took the most time to plan, but we devised a solution.

First, we glued a small device on the outside of the window. It would punch a small hole into the window. The atmosphere would then escape through that hole. This would, in turn, enlarge it and get some heavy boxes placed on the captain’s chair, to be flown toward the window. They would break the window and eject themself into space.

For the proper effect, I had already extracted some of my blood and glued the containers onto the boxes so that they would rupture and spread my blood all around the cockpit on their way out.

We couldn’t do this with the ship docked for our and the station’s safety, so instead, I flew a reasonable distance away with my ship. Pyra followed me with her ship and would pick me up afterward.

Since Max was shut down, I had to maneuver my ship by hand. After we had reached the position, I got into my EVA suit and exited my ship.

Via Remote control, I re-pressurized my hangar and opened all internal doors. I engaged the window breaking device at a safe distance and watched as the spectacle unfolded.

Without an atmosphere to transfer the sound, it was uncomfortably quiet as the window was ruptured, and a split second later, the boxes busted through the window. The ship was propelled backward and started an uncontrolled spin.

“So far, so good,” I said, “Sensors report that everything went as expected. Nea, how do the cameras look?”

“Everything went as planned, Chris. The boxes were all ejected, and no blood container parts were left behind.”

“Perfect, Pyra, start the autopilot sequence,” I said.

“Autopilot started,” was her response.

We watched as my ship turned around and started its planned journey to the next planet. The vector and orientation were planned to make it look like the ship had flown a slingshot around the sun and is now returning. With deactivated gravity and no life support, the full reactor power could be used for acceleration.

The autopilot would ensure that it would reach the expected speeds. Then external supercapacitors would release their stored energy, overloading the central power systems. This would let multiple couplings to explode and destroy the fake core and the reactor. The caps would then decouple themself from the hull and drift off into deep space.

The final effect would be as if I overloaded my engines and power system with the core and killed myself in the accident. Everything was meticulously planned and simulated to appear as close to a real accident as possible. The only compromises were the supercapacitors, but they would detach from the ship far enough away from anything to not be found.

Pyra called me, “Everything looks as expected. We should head back now.”

As I agreed, she picked me up. As I removed bodrum escort my EVA suit, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with emotions. The weight of my sacrifice hit me like a ton of bricks. My home was gone, and even though I still had Max and my files backed up, the loss was too much to bear. For the past few years, my ship had been my sanctuary, but now it was all but a memory. I would have to adapt to life in the station, but the thought of leaving my ship behind left me feeling hollow and alone. At least it had everything I would need to survive for as long as I needed to.

Pyra would be departing shortly to arrange a new ship for me through her contacts. However, it will likely take at least a week for her to complete this task. Therefore, only Nea and Max will remain with me for the time being. Although Nea could create a virtual environment for Max, I have decided against it. I prefer to have Max as the AI for my ship, rather than as a second AI on the station. Once Pyra returns with the new ship, I can restore Max to his rightful position.

As Pyra and I returned to the station, we were both lost in our thoughts. When we arrived at the station, we said a quick goodbye before she left.

As I returned to my room, my mind was still lost in the day’s events. Nea’s voice came over the speakers, filled with genuine worry as she asked, “Are you okay?”

“I guess so,” I said, “just tired. I just need some time to process everything.”

“Of course,” she said, “If I can help you with anything, just ask.”

“Will do,” I said as I sat in my chair. I spent the next couple of minutes gathering my thoughts. The sacrifice of my ship had hit me harder than I expected. I’m not sentimental, but somehow giving up my home was like giving up a part of me. The ‘unnamed’ had accompanied me in many jobs, legal and illegal ones. And even if I had taken a specific craft for a job, I knew I would return to it eventually.

—

I must have dozed off as I awakened to my full bladder sometime later. After I had relieved myself, I thought about what to do next. With Pyra away and the plan in motion, I had nothing to do except more exploring or using one of the recreational facilities.

“Nea, could you fill the pool for me?” I asked. I felt like a nice swim would help clear my mind.

“I can do that, but it will take at least two hours to fill and heat it up.”

“Damn it, why does everything take so long here,” I said, half joking. “Alright, please do that, and do you know what lab would have been used for the gene editing tests?”

“My guess would be labs 3,4,5, and 6 on deck 37. These labs’ chemical requests and isolation requirements would indicate that they worked on DNA samples. The base principle for the MedHands device was also developed in lab 6. Based on all these factors, I’m 83% sure. Sadly I can’t confirm it myself. As I explained, these labs are disconnected from my network, and my bots cannot access them.”

“Your guess is better than mine.” I said, “I would just look into every lab from deck 21 downwards.”

“Decks 21 to 36 were barely in use. Most of the labs there will be empty.”

I nodded and walked to the elevator. On my way, I asked Nea, “Do you still have Pyra on your Radar?”

“No, she left the radar range about 30 minutes ago. Your ship also left radar range shortly after you started it, but that was expected.”

There it was again. Only the mention of “my ship” got the emotions back. I extended one arm to steady myself as I tried to get myself together.

“I’m so sorry,” said Nea, “I should not have mentioned it.”

“It’s alright. I need to get used to that anyway,” I muttered, not believing a word I just said.

I took the short time before the elevator reached the deck to gather myself. The deck looked identical to deck 38, where the printer was located. Only differentiated by the number 37 on the opposite wall of the elevator. I looked around the corridor and found lab 3. As I was about to enter, Nea called out to me.

“Chris, remember that the room is completely disconnected from the network. I will not be able to communicate with you over the station systems. However, you should be able to reconnect it via the control panel next to the door.”

“Okay, I can do that,” I said as I stepped through the door.

As I glanced around the room, I noticed that it resembled a typical laboratory. There were tables and shelves filled with various scientific equipment and tools, while the walls were painted sterile white. A few consoles, mounted on the walls, were ready to display data if any experiments were ongoing, but they were turned off or displayed the Hermes logo. The room was filled with a faint hum of machines, and the overall organization made it seem like the researchers had just stepped out momentarily. Even though Hermes had been in hibernation for almost a hundred years, the lab gave the impression that research was still being conducted.

After locating the control panel Nea had mentioned, I lifted the lid and saw a sizeable mechanical switch labeled ‘Network,’ among others. It was currently set to ‘isolated.’ With little effort, I moved the lever to ‘connected.’ I couldn’t tell if anything had changed, but suddenly Nea’s voice came through the speakers, breaking the silence.

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Hello, once again. Here is the second part of the series. Sorry for any mistakes and the lack of ‘proper’ sex in this one but I promise the next one will have enough of it.

Chapter 2: Caught!

Daemon is sitting on a wooden bench, staring at the candy shop before him, on the other side of the road. He absentmindedly gaped at the hoards of children fighting over a new candy. He looked down at his filthy condition, dirty and torn boots, a canvas cut-off, stained and soiled t-shirt. He checked his left pant pocket. His smallish fingers tugged at the little piece of rag. He set the rag beside him and opened the folds delicately. Six coins came into view.

He started to count them. One dollar, one quarter, two quarter, one cent, two cent, three cent, one quarter. He set on to count the total. One dollar, three quarters and three cents. He checked the large price tag hanging over the candy shop for the tenth time. ‘Royal Treat’, Get yourself a royal treat today just for Three and a quarter dollars. It was more then he had, right?

Maybe the candy makers were unaware of this orphan’s miserable condition, or they just wanted to ignore him. Because he was saving it secretly, skipping lunch for last four days, doing magic tricks in the roadsides along with his brother. But still he lacked the amount they of the treat for. How sad, he thought. Only if his mummy and daddy returned from the hospital that night, when their car bummed another. His brother cried for them to return, to come back.

But they never did. He remembered, a week later, how rude his mummy was when she stupidly hid herself in the black wooden box and went into a big hole along with his father, who was in a similar box just a bit bigger, just next to her. They didn’t even talked to him! Daemon felt tears running down his cheeks.

Uncle Bob came next day and suddenly he and his brother was on he streets. When they tried to get back he yelled at them, saying to go find some other dick to munch on. Ofcourse he didn’t understand it at that time or he wasn’t sure if he would have murdered him, but it seemed Marcus did, but he didn’t pummelled uncle Bob (god knows why?), because they left the place at once.

His brother is double his age around twelve. He walked to him and sit beside him. Daemon looked at him then at the candy store and the coins on the rag. That was all left for him. His brother noticed the tears and the coins.

“How much do you need?”

“I got one dollar and seventy-eight cents.” He then pointed at the price board. His brother searched his trousers for a while and produced four one dollar coins and placed them at his hand. He counted them and exclaimed.

“This is more then I need, Marcus!” He innocently tried to push the coins back on Marcus’s hand.

“No take it. It’s a gift… from mummy. ” The sad tone was obvious for even the little kid beside him.

“I miss them too. ” Daemon whispered. Marcus sighed.

“Now run along and don’t forget to take the change alright.”

“Yes, sir.” Daemon was too happy to oblige. He ran across the road towards the shop with the treat. The Royal Treat.

*

Cassandra shifted on her bed. She couldn’t sleep. The visions of his memories haunted her, somehow some of his earlier memories bleeded into hers when their minds were one. She was dreaming about his childhood days, about his sufferings. The pain she feel now. The pain of being an orphan.

She could feel his aura getting stronger with every passing moment. She was quite taken aback by his capacity. She was a mage herself, but even her twin doesn’t know it. In her childhood her friend had taught her a spell that would hide her essence from another mage. Only the most competent and powerful can see through her mask. That is the reason behind her absence from his fathers side in the late council meetings.

She always thought of herself as an abomination. Because neither her father nor her sister exhibits her powers. She was unsure of her mother though because she died giving birth to them. So she never get to know the truth. She always tried to talk to her father about it, ask the question but never get herself to do it. And now he was gone too. And the question is left unanswered forever.

Maybe she should ask Daemon to help her in this matter. But he barely know her even if now she share some very intimate moments of his life. She found an uncanny pull deep inside her whenever she would think about him or his body. It would leave her hot and wet. Now her fantasies always seems to move towards that one person. Even if she would think of other people while touching herself, her thoughts would always end up on him when she would reach her peak. The images of him touching him and the hardness of his rigid member sheathed deep inside her would always leave her breathless.

Maybe he would help her find terms with her powers. Having a mage of her level would be very beneficial for the guild. Maybe she could convince him to join her guild and then he would be around for a balıkesir escort while and they could…

A gasp escaped her lips. Suddenly she was aware that she was rubbing her clit through her panty deliberately. The red lace panty was literally soaked. She always had a thing for sexy lingerie.

“Ohhhh, yesss.” Her hissed and whimpered as her finger pushed the thin material aside and delved inside. She was so wet. Her whole body was inflamed. Her other hand slid over her bra encased tits. She knew how her chest moves men’s eyes and sometime minds. She plucked at her nipples through the bra. Her mind was racing imagining things that she always felt ashamed of later. But in the mist of lust, every moral is forgotten.

She imagined him urging her legs wide just as she did. Then his hard cock parted her labia. She pushed another finger inside and pushed. A small cry unleashed. Her hand tugged her bra down and the other hand started swirling around her areola, ending up pinching her hard nub. Another cry unleashed. She pushed a third finger inside groaning as she felt the tension building deep inside her hot snatch.

“Yess, fuck me harder. OHH, Daemon, yess.” She was shovelling her cut frantically. “Fuck oh Fuck! Gonna come! Shiiit…” Her back arched up pushing back at her raping fingers as her hand get covered with fresh honey. One of the most intense climax she ever experienced. She brought a finger to her lips and sucked on it ravenously imagining to be his cock. How she loved the taste.

She would often see him fucking different women in his life. The visions were frequent. Surprisingly he lost his virginity at the age of fifteen, to a nurse of all the people. Naughty boy.

Cassandra slumped back on the bed panting heavily. This is her desire. Yes she would have him one day. All for herself and none for others. Sleep took over her still foggy mind.

**

Daemon woke from his sleep of the ages. It took his body a whole week to recuperate. He was aware of people around him every day either someone visiting him or the doctor checking on him. The energy exertion his body experienced recently was enormous. It seems like Kalika joined his powers to cast the spell. Even now his energy is not on the apex. It need more time. But he is done resting. Now is the time to work. He slowly pulled up and was just as gently pushed down.

“You need to rest boy.” A scruffy old man sitting beside him said, whom he instantly recognised as the doctor.

“I’m done resting, old man.” He brushed aside his hand and tried to sit up.

“Jacob is the name.” The old man didn’t tried to argue anymore.

“And I’m… ” He was cut short when another person hastily entered the room. Sweet scent that haunted him last few days flushed in. Cassandra.

“Ander, he knows that.” She gave him a warm smile but the sly touch didn’t escaped his ears.

‘Who the fuck is ANDER!’ She heard a voice deep inside her mind. She gasped and pulled back a step. The amusement gone from her features. She stared at his indifferent face.

‘Is… is that you?’ She thought back.

‘Hell that’s me. Ander? Really? From all the fucking names in the world, you got Ander?’ His tone was accusing and mocking at the same time.

‘It rings well.’

‘It rings shit.’

She huffed indignantly.

“Ahem.” Dr. Jacob cleared his throat. Cassandra snapped out of the trance caused by finding Daemon talking to her in her mind.

“Commander, his health is much better but he still needs some hours of rest.” He notified.

“Thank you, Master Jacob. If you don’t mind… hmm… I’ll like to talk to Ander… in private.”

Jacob took his leave and Cassandra filled the emptied seat. They just stared at each other for a while. Daemon broke the silence.

“Thank you for your help.”

She just nodded.

“And apologies.” He paused, “For my deeds that night that must have made you uncomfortable.” He apologised wholeheartedly.

“Don’t mention it. It was… necessary.” She tried hard to maintain her tough shit behaviour. But her body was on a whole different accord.

“But I must complain for the name you gave me.” He teasingly frowned.

“It’s a cool name. Amber, Ander. You know.” She was surely having a good time.

“Oh, it was the name of the dog of a friend of mine!” He made a frustrated grunt.

On hearing this, Cassandra almost loose it up. But when he looked at her and pouted evidently displeased, she broke loose. The laugh was so loud people down the floor heard it but nobody related it to their commander. It just wasn’t like her. Wiping away her tears she atlast came back. Now comes the serious shit.

“OK, now I can’t just label another name on you, can I. So just leave well enough alone.” She sighed, “You should understand that I’m in a very difficult situation right now. I know what he did to your brother. He did the same to my father. He is a strong nemesis and I can’t afford to declare war with The Fist. They would squash us like flies. bartın escort And if somehow… somehow even a rumour of you being under my guild reaches his ears, we are better dead.”

“Who said I’ve joined or even seek your guilds protection?” He asked.

Cassandra shook her head. MEN! Why is that they are so stupid. She looked at him which sent a chill down his spine. This women is amazing to be able to do that.

“Look mister. I have you in my mansion for a week. The guild looked after you. Even if only few of them were allowed but still. So you should show some respect.” She said folding her arms which accentuated her full bosom. Daemon was suddenly wordless. The beautiful women sitting before him was so strong and feisty. Her fiery tresses cupping her perfect face and those brilliant red orbs, glaring at him. Surprisingly her current stance made him horny as his cock twitched under his pants. He reasoned it for his lack of ‘Rock ‘n Roll’ for over a week.

“You know I can go and take what is rightfully mine anytime I like.” Ofcourse he can, he thought.

“NO you can’t. Nobody knows where he operates from. He don’t have powers but he is a very cleaver fox. He only attends ultra important meetings and had insured that nobody but only a selected few know his hide. The problem is not him. But his second in command a powerful mage called ‘Berserk’. He is a ruthless killing machine and a stealthy, sneaky assassin all at once. And somehow he is word bidden to Makarov. He moves on his whim and ensures the fealty of every member. A very powerful mind magician too. And by the way, what was that mental thing you did before?”

“It wasn’t me. Somehow our connection that night linked our minds.” He looked down and mumbled. “I’ve done this before but it happened with anyone else.”

‘So we can talk to each other via a wireless transmission, cool.’ He heard her thoughts.

‘Don’t abuse it.’ he revoked.

‘Duh.’

They kept staring at each other.

“I can take care of him. The mage I mean. I’m sure. And you… you seem to be powerful…”

“Shush, keep it down. Nobody knows that, not even Kelly. We don’t have a magician in our ranks. I can’t disclose this right now.” She babbled a little.

“You’re hiding it from what?”

That question caught her off guard. She always considered why she was hiding, but never from who. She licked her lower lips.

“I don’t know.” She said, head bowed.

“You are the commander. You should have faith in your fellow pupil.” He shifted a little closer to her.

“I know. But still… I need to learn many things. I hope if you join us you could help me with it. Will you do that?”she looked at him hopefully. Her amber eyes awfully ruined the expression.

He nodded at-last.

“I pledge my alliance to you.”

Cassandra lit up. She just won a little battle. A small step towards his heart.

“Now for the minor problem. We have to do something about you… ” She said pointing at his face.

“What about it?” He instinctively touched his stubbles. Nobody have tried to give it a proper shave. Was she pointing at his unkempt features. It wasn’t his fault!

“You can’t show yourself and declare war. We are having problems… with spies from rival guilds. We have to do something about it. “

He stared at the ceiling for a while, like thinking about something in deep. Cassandra drew her eyes across his strong jaw bone. He looked back and she quickly diverted her gaze.

“I have an idea.” He said.

She popped a brow.

“A mask, and a story.” He continued with a pause, “How many people have seen me till now?”

“Only three of them, except my sister and the doctor. And the three are totally reliable.” She answered.

“Then it won’t be hard. How about this, I got my face burnt two years ago so I wear this mask to hide it. Just like some bad ass superhero!” He grinned.

“A mask huh?” She thought about it for a second. To be restricted to observe his face through it will be quite personally unacceptable. But it was better then her idea. To paint his face in every possible colour that would keep people distracted enough for them not to notice his face in a whole. Result of an extremely rare skin pigment mutation.

“Do you have any ideas about how it will look? Well you can definitely try some superhero stuff.” She said checking him out appreciatively.

“Ugh, no way!I can make one for me. Just bring me the material I ask for.”

***

That night Daemon sat up and prepared what he had in his mind. He mentally asked Cassandra for complete privacy, which she gave without hesitancy.

Next morning she was the first thing at his doors, even before Jacob’s daily check-ups. He put the craft on and stepped before the door, opening it.

The face drew a gasp out of Cass. Or more precisely the lack of it. Daemon’s face was blank darkness. Nothing goes in nothing comes out. Not even an inch of his face down to his throat was exposed.

“What kind of magic is this?” batman escort She asked stepping inside after he moved back.

“A rather simple one. I just made the surface deflecting. I can see you as clear as ever. NO, even better. I worked on it to enhance my senses to a great extent.”

“Great.” She said mockingly seeing the mess he made the room of. But she felt the mental link stir up a little.

He rubbed his head through the mask. His hand went through it like it was air. Surely an innovation on the subject.

Cassandra spun facing him crossing her arms more in self preservation this time as she noticed his face pointed towards her ass. They looked at each others face, more accurately Daemon gazed at her pretty face and her naked features.

She narrowed her eyes and concentrated harder.

‘Damn! I knew the enhance vision was worth it.’ He thought grinning like a maniac. ‘If only she would uncross her arms…’

“YOU SICK PERVERT!” She punched him right on the belly drawing a hoof.

She continued to glare he hands ready in fist tilting her head to her right exposing that delicious neck of hers.

He licked his lips willing the vision to stop. The view returned to normal. He humped down on the bed.

“How did you?” He was himself confused. He didn’t pushed the thoughts towards her. Then why did she punched him?

“Stop it!” She barked at him. “Or do you want another one.”

“Stop what?” He tried to play dumb. Maybe she just did it on suspicion.

“You fucking ASS! I heard you!” Her hand flew towards his face.

‘Oh, God. I’m sorry!’ He thought. His eyes shut. He could stop her but he won’t. He deserves this. He made a mental note not to use it on anyone except when ultimately necessary. He mind kicked himself. All the good impression he made on her got flushed in seconds.

But the hand never connected. He peeked with one eye and saw her recoiling and going away from him. He was more confused then ever.

Cassandra drew her hands back when she saw no resistance from his side. But the real thing was his pained face. Somehow the mask drew back on it own accord, melting into his shirts collar.

She stepped back. Was she wrong? Was he not the Daemon of her dreams? Why did he do that? She definitely wanted him but not a pervert to look at her that way? And why was she getting wet between her legs? She have to get out of here!

She saw his left eye opening in narrow slits. She spun around and reached for the door.

Daemon got over the confusion. She was leaving. And she was feeling humiliated and uncomfortable. Even when the mask was down. He took a deep breath and rushed towards her, holding her arm and yanking her back. He simply crushed her to the door. His hips ground against her, the contact slightly misaligned by his height, and he held onto her waist as their hips met,their faces inches apart. At that moment he realised how tall she was. Of his 6’3″ stature, she must me at-least 5’9″.

He concentrated on those fiery orbs now glistening with moisture and it made his heart shrink to know he caused this. He relinquished the force on her arm, dropping his gaze from her eyes to the full luscious pink lips that were partially open, as if inviting him to suck and nibble on them. He also notice her breathing pattern. She was breathing just like him, fast and harsh.

She licked her lips and he lost control. He pushed her on the door and delved into the union of their lips. His eyes clenched shut, lips sucking on her lower lips eliciting a hungry grown from her. He alternated on nibbling and the tugging at her lips. Their hands discovering each other’s bodies on their own accord. Her hands waving over the small of his back, his on the silky red tresses of her mane.

It was her who finally pushed her tongue, parting his lips, their tongues meeting for the first time. They swirled and sucked and tickled. Both of them moaning and groaning as their fantasies seemed to be fulfilled.

Cassandra moved her tongue along the ridges of his teeth. She gradually pushed him back towards the bed. Daemon caught the intention and drew back. He pushed his hands under the hot pants that was hiding her so exciting ass, his palms resting on her but cheeks as he squeezed gently.

‘Naughty girl. No panties?’

The reaction to his question was immediate. She gave out the biggest moan and bit on his lower lip drawing blood. He hissed more in passion then in pain.

‘You lose your virginity to a nurse and call me naughty?’ She send back

He looked alarmed. “How did you know?”

‘I’m know everything about you. Daemon fist.” She said stopping abruptly. pulling back her head. The wound was already healed by magic. The look of pleasure and longing she saw in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine and between her thighs.

“Did I hurt you?” She was all puppy eyed again a small pout forming. Daemon was baffled by the woman he saw before his eyes. The feisty and confident girl she goes through was down the hill somewhere.

He smiled, “Not a fraction of what I did before.” He closed his eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

She looked at his pleading face and all her inhibition and conflicts seized. At that moment she knew, he wasn’t the dreaded ‘sick pervert’ but really the men his memories implies to. Passionate and caring.

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Chapter 9

Hellfire’s Captive

It was the hunger that brought me to my senses, not the noise around me. Crystal had made massive changes in my body very quickly and the energy demands were coming due. As I looked up, I noticed that more had vanished than just the three combatants. There was a hole in the ground that looked perfectly round. I only vaguely became aware of the Ralinti security force personnel standing near me with weapons leveled.

“On your feet, now!”

A wave of exhaustion hit me when I tried to rise. I stumbled back to my knees and groaned. A hand grabbed my shoulder and I lashed out, my claws tearing through something’s thick fabric and slicing into flesh. There was a sharp pain on the back of my head and everything went black in a kaleidoscope of color.

When I woke, it was sudden.

[SUSAN, YOU MUST WAKE UP.]

[Crystal? What happened?]

[BLOW TO THE HEAD RENDERED YOU UNCONSCIOUS. WE ARE IN PRISON ON RALINT.]

I looked around, verifying the obvious. The cell was plain in the extreme. I was lying on the only piece of furniture, a cot that was bolted to the floor. There was nothing else in the room, save for a hole in the floor. I couldn’t smell anything and was sure Crystal had deadened that sense; as it was obvious that the hole was intended to be the sanitary.

Looking at myself, I saw that my claws had gone away again. That reminded me of my hunger, which was curiously absent. I didn’t have time to worry about that just then as three Ralinti security were opening the door, their rifles pointed at me.

“Come with us, alien. You have a lot to account for.”

It’s amazing what you get used to. I only now realized that I was naked. Clearly I’d been stripped while I was out. I felt the back of my head as I rose and felt the bump. I suspected I’d been butt whipped. It should have been hurting and I may well have been nauseous if not for Crystal’s suppression of the pain and symptoms. I was led to a small room with two other Ralinti. I could tell from their dress that they were of some importance in the government.

“You’re in a lot of trouble, alien.”

“Susan.”

“What?”

“Susan, that’s my name; Susan Valenshenko.”

His hand slammed against the table.

“I don’t care what you call yourself! Where are the hands? We found the Map of the Heavens on your person. Where are the Jewel of Peace, the Tear of the Prophet and the Sword of the Prophet?”

I don’t know,” I replied. I certainly wasn’t going to tell them that one of the artifacts was inside my body. “The thief tried to use the Sword and everything nearby vanished in a white light.”

“You’re lizardman friend fired on the security forces and you expect us to believe that there was someone else responsible? How stupid do you think we lesser races are?”

“The thief was using a stealth field; it made her invisible. Grankt’s weapon disabled the field, rendering her visible. If not for Grankt, you’d be missing four artifacts, not three.”

“Typical, simply to be expected. They’re not artifacts, they’re holy relics! You eviscerated a security man with a weapon we never found. He’s in critical condition. If he dies, you’ll be enslaved and put to work in the Jalinti coal mines. You’d better start talking, or you’ll face heresy charges as well.”

I didn’t know what the Felpur used in the fight, but having the entire Ralinti presence at the museum unconscious when Brusjin died was a pain in the ass. I could feel my control slipping again and I couldn’t afford it. My grief was threatening to take over and transform me to a worthless bundle of sobbing woman.

“I lost my husband you sack of shit! Vanished in a flash of white by an evil asshole and you threaten me with a religious crime? Give me a fucking break. No wonder the Hellfire Group thinks so little of you.”

“What did you say?”

The look on his face caught my attention. You’d think I’d just invoked the epitome of evil, summoning up their version of Satan before his eyes. Had he heard of the Hellfire Group?

“I said, ‘No wonder the Hellfire Group thinks so little of you.’ Have you heard of them?”

“The Book of the Prophets speaks of Hellfire and the evil they represent. What is this Hellfire Group you speak of?”

“They’re a secret organization that seeks to control the Federation. They use subterfuge, deception and violence to control everyone they can. I’ve been fighting them for over a year now.”

“The forces of order,” he whispered. “This invisible thief, she’s part of this group?”

“Yes, I believe so. She dropped the Map during the fight and I picked it up. The others were destroyed in the same flash that killed everyone else.”

It was then that they showed up; the Federation ambassadorial staff. A protectorate world isn’t a full Federation member. Thus, the Federation maintains an embassy on planet to make sure that citizens of full member worlds are treated fairly. The laws of protectorates have less protection than those of members.

“Under aksaray escort article 15 of the federation charter, you’re ordered to release Susan Valenshenko to our custody.” The human of the pair handed a document to the Ralinti I was talking with. He looked it over with a frown. Without a word, the Ralinti walked out.

“Susan, I’m glad we were in time. Ralinti law can be very unforgiving and a little blind to the truth.”

“Actually, I think I had things under control, but I appreciate your intervention just the same.”

We walked out of the security offices and into a waiting hovercar. The two staff members ushered me into the back seat and we were heading down the street. I wasn’t familiar with this Ralinti city, as I hadn’t been in it on our first visit. With the immediate threat ended, my emotions caught up with me and I was crying softly for some time. When I came to myself again, I noticed that we weren’t in the city any more. There was a forest out the window. That didn’t make sense.

“Excuse me, where are we going? Isn’t the embassy in town?”

“We aren’t going to the embassy. We’ve been trying to get a hold of you for over a year now.”

Shit! They were Hellfire. I grabbed for the door release only to feel electricity course through my body Everything went black. When I came to, I was in a cell even more barren than the Ralinti cell I’d been in. This cell was, however, much more advanced. I was, of course, naked.

[Crystal?]

[THE ONE YOU KNOW OF AS CRYSTAL IS NOT FUNCTIONING RIGHT NOW.]

[Are you the Jewel of Peace?]

[THAT IS WHAT YOU KNOW ME AS. THE ELECTRICAL DISCHARGE WAS DESIGNED TO NEUTRALIZE A CRYSTAL.]

[Why weren’t you affected?]

[CRYSTAL ABSORBED THE IMPACT OF THE DISCHARGE. THERE WAS INSUFFICIENT STRENGTH TO AFFECT BOTH OF US.]

[Where are we?]

[WE ARE IN A SPACE SHIP IN DOLMAN SPACE. DESTINATION IS UNKNOWN.]

[Can you access the ship’s computer system?]

[NEGATIVE. OUR CELL IS WELL SHIELDED.]

Our conversation was interrupted by the opening of the cell door. A human entered, flanked by two felpur. I was really beginning to hate that species. The human was carrying a device of some sort.

“Susan Velenshenko, formerly Susan Melnin. Do you have any idea how much grief you’ve caused us?”

“Hopefully lots.”

“My, my, you are feisty, aren’t you. You’ve been a thorn in our side for years; ever since you tried to publish that paper on the frames of reference. We thought we’d ended your threat to the group when we implanted you with a crystal. Yet, you were free of our influence within a couple of weeks. How’d you do it? How did you escape Crystal slavery?”

“I don’t know. I just woke up one day free. I guess my controller had the decency to die.”

“Why don’t I believe you. I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way; though I must admit, I’ll enjoy myself. And if you’re thinking your crystal can help you escape, the charge you experienced has taken it off the grid, so to speak. We’ve seen the evidence of a free willed crystal making beneficial modifications to your body and took steps to eliminate it.” He turned to the Felpur. Take her to the interrogation room. If she fights you in any way, you have permission to rape her.”

That was no idle threat. Felpur males have barbed cocks designed to stimulate their females into ovulation. In a human, they’d simply tear the flesh of whatever orifice they used. I should know, as I’d been raped by this species before. I only survived thanks to the extremely competent doctors on Ixtlicit. Those sentient cockroaches knew their biology.

I followed the human out with the two guards trailing, weapons drawn. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Modern methods of interrogation were quite effective and I wasn’t sure Jewel would be able to counter them. Crystal was able to negate any drugs or poisons that I’d encountered in the past, but I was certain Hellfire had access to mental probes and hypno-readers. Even the most well trained intelligence agent would eventually fall to such methods.

In some respects, there wasn’t much point in keeping the secret. It was pure luck that I’d been implanted while still conscious. That was the only reason I’d been able to communicate with Crystal in my sleep and under intense pain. Crystal had induced a heart attack in me that killed the controller, and then revived me. That allowed the joining to become as it was intended to be. I always wondered what had happened to the base for Crystal.

The interrogation room was as I feared; totally modern. I soon found myself strapped to a table and tilted 45 degrees. A sharp prick in my arm announced the injection of drugs into my system. I could feel the gondoilin, among others, start to take affect affect; my mind fogging and my ability to think straight leaving me. However, the effects vanished only a few seconds later, as Jewel neutralized the drug. I tried to not let on that I wasn’t amasya escort under the drug. They believed my Crystal ally was incapacitated and I didn’t want to disabuse them of that belief.

A light came on and I couldn’t see through the glare at first. My vision quickly adjusted as Jewel adapted my vision. The man who brought me here was there, as well as the two Felpur guards. Another man entered. This man I knew. He was the naval commander that had tried to kill me in orbit around the capitol. I didn’t see how this could end well.

“Susan, it’s not nice to lie to me. You said your crystal was dead and that wasn’t true, was it?”

“Noooo…” I slurred, trying to act drugged.

“Let’s start again, now that your little friend isn’t keeping our drugs from working. How did you break free of our control?”

“I…don’t know. Woke up…no controller. Glad.”

“What do you mean? You didn’t do anything to get free?”

“What could…do? Was slave to crystal.”

I was a little confused. They had to know that my controller died, didn’t they? What did they expect gave me my freedom? There was something going on that I didn’t understand.

“We know you had to do something. A perfectly healthy Felpur collapsed and had a heart attack. What did you do?”

“Don’t know. Kroklin…passed out…woke up free.”

“Krokliin? Brusjin Valenshenko used you for Kroklin?”

“Not Brusjin…ship captain…price for passage.”

“Damn!” he whispered to himself. “Kroklin! We lost perhaps our best placed Crystal slave to a fucking game of Kroklin.” He turned back to me. “What happened on Ralint?”

“Thief stole Sword…fight…used sword…they vanished.”

“Where are the rest of the relics?”

“Gone with them…vanished in white light.”

I could see he wanted to not believe me. The artifacts must be important to them, beyond the potential research value, to elicit this kind of determination. It was critical that he not find out that I’d been implanted with a second crystal. I suspected they didn’t even know the Jewel was a crystal. The Map of the Heavens and the Eye of Harmony were safe, I hoped, in the hands of the Ralinti, while the Tear of the Prophets and the Sword of Ralint were lost, destroyed by the thief with my husband.

There was a chiming sound and the commander pressed his temple, activating the communicator implant he apparently had. “Yes, I’ll see to it right away. I understand, Lord.” He turned to me with a sick smile on his face. “My Lord wants to question you as soon as possible. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the experience as much as you did servicing those two Felpur back on Ixtlicit. I doubt you’ll live through the experience though. Too bad, I was looking forward to enslaving you again. No slave should ever be freed.” He turned to walk out, giving orders as he did through his implant. “This is the Captain. Drop out of Dolman space immediately and set a new course for Yeltion.”

My guards took me down and dragged me to my cell as we dropped out of and back into Dolman space. I lay there long enough for the drugs to have worked their way through my system (it’s not like I could do anything, anyway). I knew when that was by when they brought me food. The slave gruel was unappetizing, but I ate it anyway. Slave gruel is a high energy nutrient paste that’s cheap to make (slaves don’t need pleasing food). I was curious why I wasn’t feeling any abnormal hunger given the needs of Jewel in making the modifications it did. Regardless, I knew that Crystal’s recovery would need energy as well, and I wanted It back on its feet, so to speak, as soon as possible.

As soon as I was done, I felt something happening inside my chest and I fell into a deep sleep. I had the strangest feeling that someone was trying to communicate with me but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. The voice seemed to come from a great distance and barely registered as a voice, let alone make itself understood. When I woke, Crystal was speaking to me.

[SUSAN. WE’RE OUT OF DOLMAN SPACE. THE BUD AND I HAVE ESTABLISHED MATING UNITY.]

[What’s mating unity? Will I be giving birth to a new crystal pair?]

[IN TIME, YES. FOR NOW, THE UNITY WILL MAKE THINGS EASIER AND MORE EFFICIENT. APPOLOGIES FOR NOT REQUESTING PERMISSION BEFORE UNITY ESTABLISHED.]

[That’s not a problem. Or is it?]

[UNITY CHANGES HOST AND MAKES JOINING PERMANENT.]

[Permanent? I thought joinings were permanent? What changes?]

[JOININGS CAN BE ENDED AND THE BUD TRANFERED FROM ONE ORGANIC TO ANOTHER. SUCH A TRANSFER CAN’T HAPPEN NOW, FOR EITHER BUD. CHANGES ARE HARD TO EXPLAIN. YOU WILL BECOME MORE AND LESS THAN WHAT YOU WERE. BODY ADAPTATIONS WILL COME EASIER, NEEDING LESS ENERGY FROM YOU. REPRODUCTION FOR YOU IS NOW IMPOSSIBLE.]

I drew in a quick breath. Brusjin and I had talked about having children, but had put off the decision until our lives had slowed down somewhat. Flitting from planet to planet and experiencing the dangers we did wasn’t the life antalya escort for a child. Now we…I…could never make that choice.

[Was it necessary?]

[YES, MY RESTORATION WOULDN’T BE POSSIBLE WITHOUT IT.]

[Okay then, permission belatedly given.] That wasn’t a hard choice to make, when you come right down to it. Crystal was my friend. [Has Jewel briefed you about this Lord?]

[YES. WE MUST ESCAPE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. CONFRONTING THE LORD WILL REVEAL BOTH OUR PRESENCES.]

[Not much chance of that. We’re on a space ship in Dolman space.]

[NEGATIVE. WE EXITED DOLMAN SPACE 30 MINUTES AGO. ANTICIPATE LANDING PROCEDURES ARE IN PLACE.]

[What can we do? Yeltion is one of the worlds that’s fully controlled by Hellfire.] The data Crystal had stolen the first time Hellfire had me in their hands was invaluable. [Even if we escape, everyone there will just turn us back in.]

[NEGATIVE. FOUR JOINED BUDS ARE ON PLANET AND WILL ASSIST. I WILL NEED TO TAKE CONTROL OF ACTIONS FOR A TIME.]

[Do what you need to do.]

While I was giving permission to have Crystal override me, the door opened and my two favorite Felpur entered. They motioned me out of the cell and directed me to the hatchway. There was a grav van waiting for us and I was locked in the back. Knock out gas entered and I feigned sleep. The dark interior was soon visible in black and white, no doubt the results of changes being made. I could feel other things happening; to my hands, my feet and legs, and inside my chest. The only changes I could see were my fingernails elongating, much like they did in the two fights Crystal had done in the past. Unlike those times, there was some sort of moisture on the underside of the nails. Looking close, I could see small hollows in each nail filled with a clear fluid.

When Crystal (I think) took control, it was much more seamless than it had been in the past. There was less of a feeling of watching from inside and more of a sense of a cooperative venture. I scraped the back of the van with one of my fingers, oozing liquid as I did. The metal smoked and bubbled with a hissing noise. Acid! I was oozing acid from my finger. Not only that, I could tell, somehow, that with just the right muscle action, I could squirt the liquid quite some way. Fumes soon filled the back of the van and I assumed that the changes in my chest kept them from harming me. I wondered why the drivers weren’t reacting to my movement and Crystal answered.

[CONTROL OF SURVEILLANCE SYSTEM TAKEN. THEY SEE YOU SLEEPING NORMALLY.]

I’d forgotten that Crystal could do that. Then it hit me. I hadn’t asked Crystal, I’d just wondered in my thoughts. Was It reading my mind now?

[NOT EXACTLY, BUT CLOSE ENOUGH. THIS IS PART OF THE MATING UNITY. YES, WE’RE PROTECTING YOU FROM OUR THOUGHTS. THEY ARE TOO ALIEN FOR YOU AT THIS TIME.]

When I wondered how my thoughts weren’t too alien for them, I didn’t get a response. Now wasn’t the time, however, to start mistrusting my partners. When the acid had finished etching the back of the van, I kicked it and the round piece flew out. I could feel the van stopping as I leapt through the hole and landed on my feet. I didn’t have time to wonder how I’d stopped so suddenly without jarring myself because I started running, running extremely fast.

The road we’d been on ran through some sort of organized forest with identical trees laid out in straight rows. There was no cover of any sort and I could see the drivers jumping out. I ran right at the first with my hand up and planted the heel of my hand on his chin. I heard and felt the bones snapping as I grabbed the his arm with my other hand, my claws (there was no better term for my nails now) injecting him with something (acid, poison?) and threw myself across the van, letting my foot slam into the nose of the other driver. My hand slammed into his chest, injecting again. His body shuddered briefly and died.

Inside the driver compartment, I found a small carry all with a few of my possessions. Most important was my virtual room. That explained how Crystal was able to control their surveillance system. It had been in contact with my system for so long that the room was practically an extension of Its will. With the download capability of the room, Crystal has been able to penetrate more than one computer system, even systems that were supposed to be shielded. It had also installed its own version of security software. I suspect that even Hellfire was having trouble breaking into this system.

The only problem I had now was just what to do. I was on an alien, and hostile, planet, with no clothing, no friends, and no way off, as far as I could tell. Last I’d heard, Yeltion had a population of just under ten million people. Clearly I wasn’t in one of the population centers. A major city would be a two edged sword. It would be in one of them that I’d find a way off the planet, but there was also the greater danger of being discovered.

There was no way any organization could afford surveillance of the wilderness areas of any planet; not even a major government. In the wilds, I’d be relatively free from being discovered, assuming Hellfire didn’t know where to start looking. But, out here, I’d have no access to space travel; and I needed to get off this planet.

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Dr. Hannah Livingstone (or should she say, the former Dr. Hannah Livingstone) was miffed, to put it mildly. A day earlier, she had been a highly respected scientist and one of the most powerful administrators on this colony world, as the director of its largest research institute. She had had no suspicion that the following afternoon, she would find herself dropped naked from a high-altitude cargo drone, hogtied face down, and with the clamps locked onto her brand-new nipple and labia piercings all that secured her to the top of a large metal box hurtling toward the forest floor far below. This was so humiliating! And unfair!

Hannah would have liked to shriek or at least curse as the wind rushed past her and her long curly black hair fluttered behind her, if not for her uncomfortably large ball gag. To add insult to injury, the fresh bar code tattoo on her buttock that falsely identified her as the woman who had been supposed to be here was still hurting as she and the box carrying her fell through the sky. Her aching ass was not her biggest problem at the moment, though.

At least it wasn’t raining… but as the wind buffeted the box from side to side, and her fleshy body started to slide off it, it was only her tethered nipples and labia that held her in place, and the constant jerking on them was agonizing. She was in constant fear of sliding off, though she knew in theory that she was well-secured. If only she had been spread-eagled across the box and held down by her wrists and ankles! That would have been a luxurious ride by comparison.

It was no comfort to recall that she was the one who had planned this entire project and overseen the development and programming of all the automated equipment, including the AI that had autonomously selected the optimal site to drop her, based on the parameters she had specified herself. So far everything was working out precisely as she had planned, except for the minor detail that she herself was not supposed to be the experimental animal being used. That irony was not lost on her, not at all.

Perhaps the worst of all was that she knew precisely everything that would be done to her and with her, and when. She had meticulously planned every step, after all. She also knew in her despair that in spite of all her knowledge and expertise, she was utterly helpless to change her fate. She wondered whether she would have preferred to have it all come as a surprise, rather than be able to anticipate every single degrading and humiliating step that was to follow.

She had gone to her lab last night to do one last check in preparation for the project’s maiden flight the following day. Her staff had obviously gone through everything over and over again, but Dr. Livingstone had not gotten to her current position by trusting her subordinates to make sure that everything went smoothly. She knew that she would not be able to get to sleep if she did not check it all over personally; and her staff all knew that she would be here doing it. She had been sitting at her computer monitor, studying it intently, with her back toward the cages holding the lab animals, when suddenly everything went dark.

She woke to find herself lying on the floor bound, gagged, and very naked, with Specimen X-23 (it made it easier to think of them as lab animals, and suppress residual feelings of guilt, if you avoided using human names for them) squatting over her and judiciously squeezing her left tit (the larger one), as she withdrew a syringe from it. X-23 was a tall, muscular Latina woman, just as naked as Hannah now was. In her hazy shock, Hannah thought that X-23’s shiny nipple and labia piercings looked very nice indeed. Hannah had an excellent view of them from this angle, with said labia so close to her face.

X-23 was smiling broadly, and the door to her cage was hanging open. X-23, a condemned prisoner like all the other specimens, had been a notorious criminal and master thief before her capture and trial. Hannah realized, with perfect hindsight, that she really should have upgraded the locks on the specimens’ cages.

Dr. Livingstone saw with trepidation that X-23 was fiddling with the settings on the tattoo gun that was used to label all the specimens. She then hooked a bare foot under Hannah, and flipped her bound body over onto her face. Hannah then felt the painful impact of the bar code tattoo gun on her left ass cheek, before X-23 rolled her over again, and informed her with some glee that she was now the new X-23. Hannah realized with horror what that meant. The real X-23 then completed Hannah’s physical modifications by pulling the piercing equipment out of a drawer and inserting shiny rings in Hannah’s nipples and labia, to match X-23’s own adornments. Hannah was now physically indistinguishable from any of the lab animals.

Hannah then watched numbly as X-23 sauntered over to her desk and sat down at her computer, where Hannah was still logged in, with full access to everything afyon escort on the institute’s server. She could see enough of the screen from her spot on the floor to watch as X-23, using Hannah’s top-level security credentials and administrator access, opened Hannah’s personnel file and her own lab animal records, and adroitly switched their biometric details, fingerprints, and identity photographs, effectively switching their official identities for all future automated identity verifications. X-23 was now officially Dr. Hannah Livingstone, while Hannah had officially become a naked lab animal, Specimen X-23–and the legal property of her own research institute.

The real X-23 next emptied Hannah’s online banking account; printed out Hannah’s invitation to an academic conference at the sector capital; and printed Hannah’s first-class spaceship ticket, which would be her way off the planet. The smirking Latina, still carelessly naked, easily lifted Hannah from the floor, carried her over to her former cage (Hannah tried to enjoy her contact with X-23’s generous bosom, which was likely to be her last opportunity for human contact for some time), dumped her in, and locked its door.

The other lab animals, all naked women of various shapes and sizes (except skinny), stared at Hannah dully out of their own cages, drugged into a stupor for ease of handling. They had no need to be fully conscious for most of what they were used for, and Hannah usually told herself that keeping them sedated was a mercy. (It had occasionally been suggested that it would be cheaper and easier to just lobotomize them all and have done with it, but an outraged Hannah had always vetoed it.) How had X-23 been able to avoid sedation?

X-23 then casually dressed herself in Dr. Livingstone’s clothes and lab smock, grabbed Hannah’s purse and keys, and mockingly blew a kiss to the new X-23, turning out the lights on her way out the door. Was she also going to loot Hannah’s home before leaving the planet? Hannah knew that the other woman would never show up at the conference, of course, and “Dr. Hannah Livingstone” would simply vanish into the crowded galaxy, never to be heard from again. Anyone who eventually thought to look for the real Hannah, when she never returned to work, would be following a false trail, far from this world.

Hannah was still having trouble even comprehending that this had happened so abruptly. She lay bound and gagged in the darkness all night long, weeping silently and waiting tensely for what she knew was coming. She heard only the snores of the other lab animals. She slept fitfully, and was woken by the click of the robot handler opening the latch of her cage, right on schedule. The handler, a marvel of female manipulation technology, smoothly pulled her naked body from the cage by her ankles, scanned the bar code on her ass to confirm that she was X-23, the specimen it had been assigned to pick up, and easily lifted her overhead in multiple articulated arms, rolling out the door with her.

Hannah was desperate to catch someone’s eye as they moved through the corridors, even though it would be so embarrassing for any of her subordinates to see her displayed naked like this, carried with her face down and her ass up and forwards with her bar code clearly visible. It was still too early for her staff to have come to work, however. Anyone else who did not know her personally, however, would simply ogle her ass and assume she was just another lab animal; and in fact, she had no proof that she wasn’t one. Who else would a robotic lab animal handler be carrying, after all?

Hannah was uncomfortably aware that she perfectly matched the physical parameters they would be expecting to see, especially her large, jiggling breasts–not to mention that a stranger would not need to look any further than the bar code on her ass to dismiss her as a lab animal. Actually, some of her own staff might not even bother to look at her face if they could watch her ass instead.

No one miraculously showed up to save her, of course. She was entirely at the mercy of the automated processing that she herself had set into motion, and that would deliver her to her destination with no human intervention whatsoever. Sure enough, the handler brought her all too soon to an ominous-looking black metal box, vaguely resembling a large coffin, waiting inside a drone launching bay. Hannah knew very well what the box contained, and stared at it anxiously.

While still gripping Hannah’s body tightly in its many robotic arms, her handler removed the makeshift gag and bindings X-23 had used, replacing them with a proper ball gag and wrist and ankle restraints, as well as a shock collar. Moving far too rapidly for Hannah to offer any resistance, it flipped her over onto her stomach and locked her wrists and ankles tightly together in a perfect hogtie, and pressed her down against the metal box, positioning her aydın escort precisely against the outlined target areas.

Immediately, sturdy magnetic clamps automatically locked onto Hannah’s nipple and labia piercings and pulled them tight against the box. She was really wishing now that she had overruled some of her male subordinates’ more exotic suggestions for female restraints, instead of humoring their perversions for the sake of office harmony. It was challenging for a woman to supervise ambitious male subordinates, even in this far future age… and the females in question were all convicted criminals, anyway, the worst of the worst, so she had given in without too much of a fight. She was pretty sure that some of her male staff had fantasized about seeing her treated like this, too.

And with that thought, she realized with a sick sense of betrayal that X-23, who had mysteriously been left undrugged, must have had an accomplice on the inside. Maybe she had been freed deliberately, and hadn’t even needed to pick the lock of her cage. Hannah even knew the most likely candidate for that betrayal–Dr. Morgan, her own deputy, who had made it clear he thought he deserved her job. Dr. Morgan, that conceited motherfucker! She had never seen a man so much in love with his own dick. She was positive it was him. His cronies were probably in on it too. She knew that she could come off as a little arrogant — without false modesty, she knew she was a genius — but had she really deserved this?

Well, now Dr. Morgan would have her job, power, and salary, not to mention the credit for all the scientific papers he was going to publish using the data from experimenting on her–at the small price of sacrificing Hannah. He would become the acting director as soon as she, or rather X-23, left for the conference, and Hannah’s body would effectively become his property, God damn it! She wondered if Morgan and his bastard cronies would all be laughing together at the surveillance video of her bare-assed ride through the corridors.

The metal box to which Hannah had been secured then rolled up a ramp below a large heavy lifting drone, which lowered a set of clamps and attached Hannah’s box to itself in turn. The drone carrying the box carrying Hannah then came to life, remotely controlled by the AI concealed inside Hannah’s box; the heavy doors of the launch bay slid open, revealing an open sky just beginning to be lit by dawn; and as the sound of its propellers rose to a high-pitched hum, the cargo drone slid smoothly forward and out into the sky, dangling Hannah and her box below its belly, far above the ground.

The drone soon left behind Hannah’s research institute, the human colony settlement, her home, all of Hannah’s friends and colleagues, and everything that Hannah knew, and flew for hours across the alien wilderness as the sun rose in the sky. Hannah watched the ground below her silently, her back still arched in her hogtie, and trying to ignore how much her sensitive parts ached, as they passed over streams, lakes, hills, and uninhabited forests.

After a while, they passed the limits of the spread of human-imported vegetation, and were flying over completely alien forests. She knew what they were searching for, and could not help analyzing the configuration of the land below her, and trying anxiously to anticipate where she would be dropped–not that she could do anything about it. Her role was to be a passive one, now and forevermore. She would be lost in a remote alien wilderness, in any case.

Eventually, the AI found a match for the patterns it was looking for. It instructed the drone to release the metal box and its unwilling passenger. The drone flew on, no longer under the AI’s control but programmed to return to its base, while the box, with Hannah blinking down from on top of it, fell and fell toward a clearing in the woods, which rapidly grew larger below them.

* * *

Hannah had no fear of being smashed to jelly by impact against the ground; she had planned too well for that. Even so, she knew that with her restrained by her sensitive bits, the landing would be an ordeal for her. As the box carrying her approached the ground, parachutes popped with a bang out of each of its four corners, catching the air as the box lurched and slowed hard, pulling Hannah’s nipples and labia so hard that she was tearfully grateful that they were not torn off.

The box was still descending rapidly, but much slower than before, and as it finally approached the ground, it split apart, expanded, and unfolded multiple jointed limbs into something like a much larger version of the robotic handler from which it had received Hannah. It looked something like a cross between a spider and a scorpion, whose feet pressed hard against the ground and whose legs flexed as it landed, with Hannah still riding atop it.

Her body tried to bounce once or twice with the impact, but with her nipples ağrı escort and labia tethered, she could not bounce far (her breasts could only be stretched so far); and when her bouncing subsided, she rested on top of the robot, gasping with pain, for several minutes. Their flight had come to an end, and Hannah felt pride that everything had gone so smoothly, from her initial installation to their bumpy landing. Of course it should have, after so many tests and dry runs using the (other) lab animals.

She wondered whether anyone would ever find her and recognize her as the institute’s former director, and whether they would even care. Now that she had become X-23, for all intents and purposes, she no longer had any legal human rights, and her owners could do with her as they wished. Her sole and flimsy protection was the legal regulations on animal experimentation, and the animal welfare regulations. At some point in the next year or two, she was supposed to get a visit from the Colonial SPCA, but the animal welfare officer would find the alleged X-23 in excellent health and physically fit.

His inspection of her would be a cursory one at best; this far away from civilization, he would be in a hurry to get back. If she were lucky, she might get a sympathetic pat on the ass as he left. She would certainly be gagged throughout the entire visit; lab animals were not allowed complaints or questions. So, there was no hope of announcing her real identity and begging for help; this was going to be permanent.

With her luck, she might even get the same animal welfare officer who had come to Hannah’s research institute last month to check up on her lab animals. Hannah had let him fuck a couple of them as a bribe for a good report (not that her guinea pigs had been treated all that badly anyway–the bribe was just a precaution, and standard business practice); and Hannah could expect the same treatment. A corrupt inspector was even worse than a lazy one, though in the end it would make no real difference for her situation.

The data that the robot sent back would include video, but it was standard policy not to show lab animals’ faces, to forestall any potential trouble from friends and relatives. The videos taken by the robot’s cameras would display only an anonymous busty body, which none of Hannah’s friends and colleagues would have been intimate enough with to recognize naked.

Hannah contemplated what was to come, and found herself increasingly fatalistic in the face of the inevitability of it all. She had planned all too well. What needed to happen to her, would happen to her; and her overwhelmingly stronger new robot owner would not even notice if she resisted, so why bother? In any case, she had invested so much of herself in this project, and was so proud of what she had accomplished, that she was eager to see it through. She was going to complete the mission, damn it. It was for Science!

When she had recovered her breath, the robot reached to her face and removed her ball gag, which had been there for aesthetic reasons only (i.e., to please the perverts); her shock collar was already very effective at preventing human speech. The robot then suddenly gripped her by the upper arms and thighs, released her nipple and labia restraints with a click (finally!), and released the wrist and ankle restraints that held her in her hogtie. The robot raised her ass high in the air to expose her genitals, spreading her legs wide, her head hanging downward. Its scorpion tail (actually a sophisticated metallic tentacle) smoothly curved upwards, taking aim at her vagina, and then speared into it, the dildo at the end of its tail impaling her with a meaty thud. It began thrusting into her with great force, as her ass jiggled and her breasts swung forward and back in a faster and faster rhythm. Her hair whipped back and forth with the violence of her fucking. Hannah had trouble catching her breath, and gasped for breath over and over again as the robot rhythmically launched itself into her.

She felt pride at the accuracy of its aim during copulation (it had not missed her vagina once), and congratulated herself on her design again; having that monstrous dildo jackhammering into her anus would have been highly unpleasant. She came quickly, but the robot showed no sign of stopping. It fucked her into a second orgasm, and then a third, slapping against her flesh, to the sound of loud shrieks of ecstasy from Hannah that echoed across the clearing, before she felt semen spurting into her, and the scorpion tail withdrew from her.

Hannah had just been artifically inseminated, for the first and not last time, and she was very proud of how well the robot had accomplished this task. She wondered whether her brainchild had any idea that it had basically just impregnated its mother. The robot did know that it would be scheduled to gradually empty its semen reservoirs into her over the coming years as the assigned times came for her to be re-inseminated.

The robot now tilted her far forward, almost upside down, with her breasts flopping against her chin and her ass up top, to improve the odds of its semen entering Hannah’s womb instead of leaking out. It held her upside down for about 20 minutes.

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Immersion Playground

Book
: Flight to Paradise

Chapter 12

Friday morning Mac slowly rises from a deep sleep. Sometime in the night Kate had rolled over and now they’re in a loose spooning position with him tucked in close to her back. He takes a deep breath, supremely content. As he lies there, listening to her deep rhythmic breathing, he thinks about how he feels about her. He won’t say he’s in love with her, not yet, but he can tell he’s beginning to fall for her, and he smiles. It has been a very long time since he’s felt like this.

He’d been in love once, a long time ago, when he was still in the Army. So in love in fact that he and Sandra had been talking about forever. There’d been no proposal, but they both knew it was only a matter of time. He’d met Lieutenant Sandra Dewitt during a briefing for a mission. She served in signal intelligence and he’d been struck by her intellect, not to mention her good looks. She was no Kate Thompson, but she cut a striking figure in Army green.

Over the next year they’d become close, then lovers, then more than just lovers, their relationship growing until she took him home to meet her family. He was surprised to find out Sandra Dewitt is the youngest daughter of Major General Simon Dewitt. After that meeting, on the plane ride back home, Sandra was nearly giddy with excitement. It seemed that General Dewitt approved of him, a first for any man she’d brought home, and she was thrilled. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to impress General Dewitt, but he was glad he had.

Then tragedy struck. The mission in Iran had gone to hell and he lost his leg and his best friend on the same mission. Sandra had come to see him every day in the hospital, but wallowing in self-pity and guilt, he’d lashed out at her, saying terrible things, accusing her of things he knew weren’t true. Unwilling to accept her love, he knew it wasn’t pity for him that kept her at his side, but he accused her of it just the same, and he’d driven her away. The day she left she looked at him with pity in her eyes for the first time. He watched her leave. She’d paused at the door, as if to give him a final chance to call her back, but he hadn’t, feeling unworthy of love or happiness. When the doors to the medical ward closed behind her, he’d cried for the first time, his tears silently rolling down his cheeks.

General Dewitt paid him a visit not long after, and he was prepared for a thorough dressing down for the way he’d treated his daughter. The recrimination never came. General Dewitt talked to him like a father, alone, telling him that Sandra loved him, and would wait for him, but she wouldn’t wait forever, and that he needed to make some decisions about his life and the type of man he wanted to be.

He listened to the General’s words, but he couldn’t get past the guilt he felt for Bull’s death, and he hadn’t called for her, his self-pity blinding him to what was important. It wasn’t until Maria Toro, Bull’s wife, came to visit him that he began to turn his life around.

He’d been sitting in his wheelchair, staring out of the window, when he heard her voice. As she walked slowly across the room to him, he couldn’t stop the tears. Maria knelt in the floor beside him as they wept, Mac clinging desperately to her, begging her forgiveness for not saving Bull, forgiveness Maria steadfastly refused to give. She withheld her absolution, not to torment him, but to reinforce her statement that he wasn’t to blame for Bull’s death. She’d spoken to Nickel, Rod, and Goose, and they’d told her the story, how he’d stayed behind, had done everything anyone could ask to try to save Bull.

Maria’s visit had started him on the road to emotional healing. He still suffered from deep guilt, but Maria’s patient and gentle reassurances helped him heal. Finally, six months after driving Sandra away he called for her, deeply ashamed over his actions. She’d come, but it was too late. She’d met someone else, and while she still cared deeply for him, she wouldn’t hurt the man she was with now. He’d pined after Sandra for a time but knew it was his own foolishness that had cost him the woman he loved.

He smiles, returning to the present. He can still remember the feelings he had for Sandra, and how he had closed off that part of himself, bottling up the hurt and frustration at knowing it was his own damn fault that he was hurt. That’s also when he made himself the promise to never lash out at another person in anger again. He hadn’t made the connection before, but there are lot of similarities between Kate and Sandra. Both are independent, strong, and self-confident women with a keen sense of humor, but where Sandra was more reserved and quiet, Kate is outgoing and boisterous. His smile turns slightly sad, he knows Sandra married a few years back, and he hoped she was happy. He hadn’t been invited to the wedding, but he’d sent her a handwritten note wishing her well, a note she returned with a simple thank you and her wishes adana escort for the same for him. And maybe, now, he’s found that happiness again.

The question he needs to answer about Kate is where are these feeling coming from? Is it simply infatuation and the fact that she can fuck him like no woman ever has, or is it something deeper and more meaningful? He doesn’t know, but he’s very much looking forward to finding out. He tucks himself in a little tighter to her, slithering his right arm under her so he can wrap her in his embrace.

Kate feels Mac moving as he snuggles in tight, his embrace pulling her to him. As she comes out of sleep, she doesn’t move with the exception of a smile playing across her lips, enjoying his embrace, content to lie quietly in his arms. Yes, much more of this is required in the upcoming weeks. Tomorrow morning she and Mac will be flying back to his house where they’ll spend the next three weeks.

She’s looking forward to the time alone with him, giving her a chance to make some decisions about them and where the relationship is going. She can no longer deny the attraction she feels for him, the warmth and peace that seems to fill her when he’s near, but is she ready for more than a purely physical relationship? And just as importantly, is he? She doesn’t know, but hopefully by the end of the three weeks, she will.

He senses her waking up as she snuggles into his embrace. She doesn’t speak and he doesn’t either as they enjoyed the company of the other. They lay together, silent, for another thirty minutes, Mac gently caressing the swell of one of her breasts, each lost in their own thoughts, wondering what the other is thinking but unwilling to ask.

“Kate?”

“Hmmm…” she purrs, her eyes closed, enjoying the soft stroking of his hand.

“We need to get up.”

“No, we don’t,” she replies with a snicker.

“Okay, I need to get up. I have to pee.”

“And here I thought that hard-on was for me.”

“Let me go pee, then we’ll see. How about that?” he asks, kissing her on the shoulder.

“Mmmmm…” she murmurs. “Tempting. But I’m pretty happy just like this.”

“Okay. Let me go pee, then I’ll come back and hold you some more. How’s that sound?”

She heaves a dramatic sigh. “I would say that sounds like a wonderful idea, but now that you have me thinking about it, I have to pee too.”

“Me first!” he exclaims throwing the linens back and tumbling out of bed.

She squeals in excitement, throwing herself out of bed and racing him to the bathroom door. He may have had a head-start, but she’s closer, just edging him out as she bolts through the door, laughing at him as he does an exaggerated pee-pee dance while she urinates. She gives him a long erotic kiss after she finishes, intent on adding to his discomfort, but Mac seems to have forgotten his need as he returns the kiss.

“I thought you had to pee?” she asks as the kiss dissolves.

“I do, but I needed that more,” he says, stepping around her to the toilet.

They squeeze into Kate’s small shower where he washes her, starting with her hair and working his way down, Kate shivering and twisting in delight as his soapy hands glide over her body, his washing of her so loving and erotic that she can feel her heart melting just a little bit more.

Stepping from the shower so he can finish, she dries herself then opens his hanging bag, removing his suit and looking it over, and trying to decide what she wants to wear to complement the dark grey. She knew instinctively that he’d be wearing a suit tonight, as this is a business dinner for him, and she wants to dress accordingly. She’d met the Chamfers once before, but she wants to make a good first impression with Mac.

They enjoy a light lunch before Mac apologizes, explaining he has some work he needs to do. Dana had pinged him during his shower, wanting to talk to him about signing a lease agreement on lab space in Texas. One nice thing about Dana, it doesn’t matter where the facilities are located, as she can move as freely about the world using the net as he can between the rooms in his own house.

She hides her annoyance but then realizes it’s stupid to feel jealous of his work and lets it go. If they’re going to have a lasting relationship, she knows he has his career and she has hers. It can’t be one long vacation. She can hear him talking to someone named Dana about rental agreements, lab space, and what equipment will be required. She wonders if Dana is a man or a woman, but then decides it doesn’t matter. It’s clear she has Mac, at least for the moment, and she refuses to get sucked into the role of suspicious and jealous girlfriend.

Conversation over, his attention returns to her. One thing she notices, when he’s with her, not working in other words, he’s with her, as if she’s the single most important thing in the universe. She’s had relationships with other men where their attention always seemed divided, ankara escort but she doesn’t feel like that with Mac. When he works, he works, but when he’s with her, she has his complete attention.

***

“We need to shower and dress,” Kate says as they enter her house. After Mac charged his leg, they’d taken a stroll through her neighborhood, enjoying the nice weather and the company, walking arm in arm along the nature trails of the nearby park.

“It’s only three. We don’t have to be to the restaurant until five.”

“I know, but it’s nearly an hour drive to get there. It’s over where Charlie and Todd live, not that means anything to you. But it’s a long way.”

“Oh. What did you say the name of this place is?”

“Charlie called it ‘Sal’s’, but the address she sent me calls it Mangia!. I don’t know the actual name. Mangia! I guess.”

“And it’s a fancy place?”

“Beats me. I’ve never been there,” she replies as she begins to undress. “I’d guess it’s not too fancy. Charlie and Todd don’t seem to go for that.”

“I probably should still wear a suit,” he muses.

She grins to herself but says nothing, knowing he would, and she knows exactly what she’s going to wear.

She showers first then disappears into the other bedroom to dress while he dresses in her room. He’s adjusting his tie, crouching slightly to see in her mirror, when he detects movement out of the corner of his eye. He turns to see Kate standing in the door, and his heart nearly stops. Mac knows he’s been with some exceptionally beautiful women, but never has he seen a woman that looks so lovely in red. She’s wearing a dress of the richest red, somewhat conservatively cut, the length falling to just above her knees, but the fit is perfect, showing off her beauty without being overly revealing. She’s pulled her hair up in a complicated French braid, the style highlighting her long graceful neck. She’d dressed for him when he’d taken her to dinner, but this dress has a classiness that put the other dress to shame.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, delighting in his reaction.

“What? Oh! Nothing. It’s just that, I knew you were beautiful, but I had no idea,” he breathes. “I suddenly feel very underdressed.”

She saunters across the room, her hips swaying, her heels putting her eyes just below his. “I don’t know, you look pretty good to me,” she breathes, playing with the knot on his tie.

He leans into kiss her, but she puts two fingers on his lips, stopping his movement. “Later,” she whispers, looking into his eyes. “Right now, I want you to focus on business, then later, on me.”

He slowly pulls back, acquiescing to her wishes, wondering how in the hell he’s going to be able to focus on anything but her tonight.

***

Sal greets them in his typical manner, hugs for Charlie and Giselle and a firm handshake for Todd and Rick. Friday night is one of Sal’s busier nights, but he’d rearranged the smaller of the two rooms that make up his restaurant, crowding the other tables slightly closer together to give a bit more space around the largest table in the room. Charlie smiles at Sal’s thoughtfulness as he seats them at the table, announcing that he will wait their table personally, as Charlie knew he would. The four of them have known Salvador Colloni for years, and they return to his restaurant regularly for the great Italian food and his friendly welcoming manner.

“So, do you want to order the wine now, or wait until your guests arrive?” Sal asks in his thick Italian accent, looking at Giselle.

“Anything new on the wine list since our last visit?” Giselle asks with a smile. Sal has one of the best cellars in LA, in her opinion.

“No, nothing new. You haven’t suggested anything to add,” Sal says with a large smile. Giselle has helped him improve his wine selection over the years, an improvement his customers have noticed, and complimented him on numerous times. “Thanks to you, I was paid a visit by the Times food critic last week.”

“Really?” Charlie exclaims. “That’s fantastic Sal!”

“Yes, congratulations, Sal,” Giselle adds, “Though it was hardly my doing.”

“Italian food only comes alive with a good wine,” Sal says. “Don’t be so modest. I should make you a partner.”

“Piffle,” Giselle says, but smiles all the same. “You could be serving ditch water and your food would be just as good.”

Sal laughs his booming laugh. “Okay, okay,” he says making placating gestures with his hands. “So, wine now or later?”

“Let’s wait, Sal,” Giselle says. “But some breadsticks would be nice.”

“As you wish,” Sal says. “Two orders of breadsticks, coming right up,” he says before hurrying away to the kitchen.

Giselle watches Sal go, but as she turns to face Charlie again, movement at the entrance catches her eye. “Charlie, is that… Kate?”

Charlie twists in her seat to look at the door. “Yep,” she says, rising and waving a hand to catch their attention, adıyaman escort sitting down again as soon as they start her way.

“I had no idea,” Giselle breaths. The last time Giselle saw Kate, Kate was wearing jeans, a USC Trojans sweatshirt, sneakers and a ball cap. Giselle isn’t the jealous type but turns to gauge Rick’s reaction to the vision of loveliness walking toward them, followed by the biggest man she’s ever seen, immaculately turned out in coat and tie. They had dressed up, some, for the meeting, but Mac and Kate put them all to shame.

Rick senses Giselle looking at him, so he turns to look into her eyes. “She cleans up nice,” he deadpans, his gaze never leaving Giselle’s, until he hears Charlie snicker.

“Yes she does,” Charlie says rising as Kate and Mac arrive at the table. “Kate, I believe you know everyone. Mac, this is Rick and Giselle Chamfer,” Charlie says, pausing while Mac shakes hands. Rick, Giselle, Bertrand McMillan.”

“Nice to finally meet you both,” Mac says. “Giselle, you are even more lovely in person,” he says quietly.

“Thank you, Mac,” Giselle says. It used to embarrass her to meet someone who had experienced their immersion, especially a man, but people have been so unfailingly courteous and complementary that it doesn’t bother her as much now.

“Glad to know what… err… you look like,” he says with lopsided grin to Rick.

Rick chuckles good naturedly. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, recognizing how awkward Mac must feel, having made virtual love to Giselle.

“I’m feeling underdressed,” Todd says sitting down, rescuing Mac from his embarrassment. “Kate, you look lovely tonight,” he adds.

“I thought it better to be a little overdressed,” Mac says. “After all, this is a business meeting, but I’m feeling a bit underdressed myself compared to Kate.”

As they seat themselves, Mac holding Kate’s chair, Sal appears from the kitchen with two wicker baskets of bread in hand. Charlie smiles to herself as she watches Sal’s step stutter at the new arrivals at the table. “Welcome to Mangia!,” Sal says placing the bread on the table. “Charlie said that there were two more guests joining her, but she failed to mention how lovely the woman or big the man. Charlie, are all your friends so large and so beautiful?” Sal ask before booming into laughter again.

“No Sal, they’re not. It just seems that way lately,” Charlie says. “Mac, Kate, I suggest you allow Sal to order for you. He prepares some of the best Italian dishes in LA.”

“No, no,” Sal says waving his hands. “I know what you like, but I only just met…”

“Mac and Kate,” Charlie supplies.

“… Mac and Kate,” Sal continues. “I don’t know what type of dishes they like.”

Mac grins, feeling a little overwhelmed, but going with the flow. “Italian food? I like it all. Anything and everything. Do order for me Sal, the specialty of the house.”

“If you’re sure,” Sal says, warming to Mac immediately. Charlie always brings in the most interesting and beautiful people. “Would you like a menu, Kate?” he asks.

“Uh… no. You can order for me as well,” Kate says, hoping she doesn’t regret the decision, though Charlie’s smile reassures her. “But I’m partial to pasta,” she adds as an afterthought.

Sal beams. “Okay. But if you don’t like it you must tell me. I will make it right and know the next time. It’s a matter of pride you see. The normal for the rest of you?” Sal asks.

Everyone nods except Giselle. “Something different for me tonight, Sal. I’m suddenly feeling adventuresome. And you select the wine tonight. Better make it two bottles so there is enough to go around.”

“Adventuresome?” Sal says. “I know just the thing then. I will bring out some smoked Mozzarella dip with bread in a moment,” he says as he turns to go.

After Sal is out of earshot, Charlie leans toward the new arrivals. “Prepared to be amazed.”

“Food’s good?” Kate asks.

“Food is superb,” Giselle assures her.

“What did Sal mean when he said ‘… so large and so beautiful …’?” Kate asks.

“Have you experienced Arena?” Charlie asks.

“No, not yet. But I plan to,” Kate says.

“When you do, you’ll know. The participants in that immersion, we brought them here for lunch. Remember at lunch when I said you and Mac remind me of them? Obviously Sal thinks so too,” Charlie explains.

“Me too,” Rick joins in. “Where were you two when Charlie was searching high and low for our stars?”

Mac laughs at the thought of starring in a hedonistic immersion. “Giselle, Kate tells me you are something of a wine expert,” he says, changing the subject.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Giselle says looking down.

“Why do you always say that?” Rick asks Giselle before turning to Mac. “It is almost a certainty that the wine Sal brings out is a wine Giselle selected for his cellar. She may not be famous, but she’s very much the wine expert, probably as good as anyone out there.”

Mac smiles, watching Giselle’s flush with embarrassment, her pale skin turning a bright red, a quality that he finds endearing. “We had dinner at Todd and Charlie’s a few weeks ago where she served a couple of very nice wines. I was very impressed with the dessert wine. Did you select those?” he asks.

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She put her closed fist inside her purse under her desk and let the plug fall inside. She tried to get back to work on calls but was distracted. While on a call, she reached down to pull open her purse and it thrilled her to see the glint of steel at the bottom.

She was watching the clock in the corner of her computer hoping that 7:30 would get here faster. Excitedly she grabbed her phone and read: “We shall start now baby? Are you ready?” She looked around nervously at the barren dark quite office hoping no one knew what she was reading.

At 5:30, the office started to clear out. She usually worked late and would be there until 8. The next two hours flew by as she had several calls back-to-back. 7:35! BUZZ! BUZZ!

“Yes, Daddy! I can’t wait to feel you fill my ass with your cum. Please train my asshole.” She blushed as she typed. She felt so dirty typing this but it only made her pussy twitch and she felt her cunt muscles tighten. She moved her fingers lightly over her chest feeling her nipples. She pinched and twisted using her finger and thumb. She paused as she enjoyed the pain and pleasure it brought her.

She rolled her nipple between her fingers and pulled outward. Her breathing hitched and she felt an orgasm building deep inside her. She stopped and took a few deep breaths zeytinburnu escort centering herself. Her head was spinning a bit and she was hungry for more.

“Please Daddy, can I please cum?” She typed. The next few minutes passed slowly as she waited for a response. She just sat in silence waiting. She ran her fingers over her belly and teased at the waistband of her jeans. She scooted forward on her chair teasing as she felt the lace top of her thong panties. She gyrated her hips imagining him fucking her. “Please Daddy!” She typed again knowing what a needy slut she sounded like.

“Tell me what you want baby. ” She sighed deeply as she knew he was tormenting her a bit. “I need to cum Daddy! My pussy is so wet and I will do anything if you let me cum, please!” She quickly hit send.

She waited as she reread what she wrote. The words burned in her mind: “I will do anything. . . ” And her mind began to race thinking of all the filthy things she would do because of her pent up sexual frustration.

BUZZ! BUZZ! She nearly dropped her phone as her hands were trembling with excitement. “Slip your hand down inside your pants over your panties. Then I want you to make small circles with the tips of your fingers on your clit for me. “Sliding beylikdüzü escort her hand. . . . . . . easily inside her pants, she felt her warm mound. She pressed hard against the smooth silky fabric stimulating her nub. She could feel the heat from her cunt against her palm as she obeyed making circles. She closed her eyes and opened her legs further imaging his fingers on her body. She arched her back a bit and scooted down on the chair even further nearly laying flat on the chair. Her legs began to shake as she felt and orgasm building again inside her.

BUZZ! BUZZ! She used her free hand to hold up her phone so she could read the message: “I want you to edge 5xs for me and then, I will need to see a picture of you spreading your beautiful pussy lips for me. Fuck yourself deeply for Daddy! I also expect you to lick your fingers clean when you’re done. “

She looked around and slipped her fingers deeply inside her warm wet pussy. She thought of him fucking her pussy and imagined him pushing inside her. Her hand still holding her phone, she smiled slyly as she opened the audio recording app and clicked record.

As instructed, she tried to make it last as long as possible as she knew Daddy enjoyed denying her orgasms. He loved teasing beylikdüzü escort her and making her full of need. She managed to make the 5 edges last nearly 20 minutes.

After the 5th, she clicked stop and pulled her pants to her knees. She angled the phone for a few minutes and took a picture of her swollen red pussy lips. God, she wanted to cum. She wrote a quick email and attached the audio file and the picture as she caressed her breast.

She pulled up her pants and straightened her hair as she was afraid someone would come in seeing her with her hands in her pants and notice her tussled hair.

They would know what a slut she was in the bedroom. They would know the dirty things she fantasized about and shared with Daddy.

BUZZ! BUZZ! “Good girl!” She smiled and enjoyed the warm glow he made her feel. Sometimes she could almost cum from just hearing him call her a good girl.

His voice and words were like magic to her. She was under his spell and was a willingly governed by his. . . . . . deep confidant voice. He pushed her a little but enjoyed taking his time with her.

Other times, she would masturbate (when he allowed her to) thinking of him commanding her to masturbate him telling her where to put her nimble fingers and how deep and slow to go. She would go at the pace he commanded. She was all his!

She shook her head and brought her fingers to her lips slowly tasting herself. Languidly tasting and savoring the flavor of her arousal. She even licked in between her fingers to get it all clean.

“Thank You Daddy” she whispered as she withdrew her thumb from her warm mouth.

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Dinner was as expected, with the four of us sitting around the dining room table as Kelly, and her younger daughter, Anne peeked their heads in to see what we thought of it before they moved on to cleaning up and putting the finishing touches on the cake respectively.

Mom and Dad were still glaring daggers at each other while picking at their food. Constance and I, now long used to the two bickering, continued on to eating the ridiculous spread Kelly and Anne had made, including a rack of lamb and a candle salad with melon balls at the base that was probably Anne’s idea because even Kelly thinks some things are sacred.

The conversation was mostly light, stilted and uneventful as we all tried to avoid the subject of the exceptionally phallic candle salad.

Dad was the first one to broach the other sensitive subject of the day. “So, um, son, did you do her yet?”

I was too embarrassed to say anything as my mother looked at my father in shock.

Constance laughed. “No, Steven’s been too busy talking to her and calming her down.” She said, “Besides, he probably doesn’t know where to start, after all, Anne and Grace are the only girls in the house, and he’s probably still pining after Ellen Borchert.”

“Can we go without talking about Ellen Borchert? That was three years ago!” I said, “Besides, Marie is a mess right now, and needs to get settled in first, which includes me getting the taxes and registration all sorted out.”

“That’s a nice name.” My mother said, gesturing with her wine glass, “See Bruce, I told you he was responsible enough to have a car.”

“Not for the Buick.” My father said, “Besides, I already did all the tax stuff at the broker’s. The original title is in the safe as are all the tax records. She’s only on there under her registration number though.”

“Thanks,” I said. “That does help a lot. So now I just have to go shopping tomorrow, but Constance already volunteered to help there.”

At about this point, the cherry fell off the banana on the candle salad, and Constance finished the job of emasculating it while I finished off a serving of plantains, and poached the pineapple ring before my father could steal it.

Soon enough, the rack of lamb was just a pile of bones, and Grace and Kelly cleared the table as we moved to the front room in preparation for dessert.

Jimmy and Grace had by this time dragged a very confused Marie into the front room as they were trying to explain things to her.

Shortly there after, Anne carried the cake in, giving off a look that simply exuded ‘sorry, not sorry’ the entire time, while Kelly and my mother just gave her dirty looks.

The cake wasn’t anything spectacular, looking just like a small, if rather elaborately decorated, chocolate cake with a couple lit candles in it.

My family, free and slave, sang “Happy Birthday,” with the only exception being a now very lost Marie who simply stood there in a party hat that someone had put on her.

Trying to include the poor girl, I had her sit on the zeytinburnu escort floor next to me as we all ate our slices of the extremely rich chocolate cake. Anne had of course, outdone herself as usual. Sadly, this meant I missed out on Marie’s faces as she had any kind of sweets for the first time in her life, and seemed to regard the sliver of cake she had been given with a combination of deep suspicion and reverence before she quickly devoured it.

Finally, with the cake done, there was the whole gift thing, as Anne quickly gathered the plates and hauled off the remains of the cake.

The gifts weren’t going to be anything big, just cards from family on the other coast and things like that, as I’d go out with my friends over the weekend.

I proceeded to open the envelopes in rough arrangement of size, passing the cards or boxes off to a rather giddy Marie to hold, before saying thank you if the people who had given me the gift were present.

Dad had, in addition to Marie, given me a few hundred dollars to get her a wardrobe and a bed, which was definitely welcome.

My mother shot my father an indescribably nasty look as I opened her card. She had apparently expected that my father would agree, and I would get her Buick until the very last minute, and had given me a gas card that I’d probably trade to Constance later.

Kelly, Grace and Anne had pooled their gifts to get me a hardback copy of The Joy of Sex, which had more than a few bookmarks already in it, and was probably intended more as a gag gift, but definitely I’d end up using it now.

Constance, and her boy Jimmy had given me a decently sized box, which I had been told to open in private. Kelly’s daughters were trying hard to hold in their laughter as they likely speculated what it was. Not wanting to risk the embarrassment of opening such a gift in front of my parents, and more importantly Kelly, I promptly passed it off to Marie before beginning the round of hugs and thank yous.

After that, now that dinner was done for everyone, Kelly and her daughters excused themselves to go finish cleaning up, as everyone else went their separate ways, withdrawing to their own spaces or those of their master, in the case of Jimmy and Marie.

After Marie deposited my gifts on my desk and I had checked that the door to my bedroom was closed and locked, and I was seated on my bed I gestured for her to sit down on a cushion on my floor as I spoke to her.

“Marie,” I said, “I just wanted to tell you that I see where you’re kind of lost, and will probably have trouble adjusting to some of our quirks immediately, but I’ve seen how you’ve handled yourself today, and I’m very proud to say that I think you can definitely do it.”

“Yes master,” she said, with a look of joy in her eyes, “thank you master.”

“Now then Marie, could you hand me the box?” I said, praying that no-one else would be coming soon.

She nodded, stood up, and retrieved it without a word before handing it beylikdüzü escort to me and returning to her seated position.

I held my breath as I opened the box.

Apparently, either my father had told my sister what he was planning, or she had figured I’d do something with either Grace or Anne, since it was pretty much filled to the brim with sex toys and condoms.

Marie thankfully didn’t know what they were, and just looked at me with an innocent expression.

There was a book on the contents of the box wedged against one side of it. I removed that, a pair of cuffs and a few condoms, before closing the box again and sliding it under my bed.

The cuffs and condoms went in my nightstand out of sight, and I placed my newly acquired books in the cubby underneath it.

I stood up out of my seat, unlocked my bedroom door, now that the danger was over, and I headed over to the bathroom intent on taking a shower before my sister stole all the hot water for the floor.

Before closing the door, I spoke. “Marie, if you want to you can grab a book to read. I’ll be a while.”

I heard her say “Yes master.” before I turned on the vent fan.

My shower was rather refreshing at first, and helped get rid of much of the stress of what had been a surprisingly long day.

Then Grace peeked her head in the shower right as I was rinsing the soap off my back. I managed to keep from jumping up in surprise.

“Young Master,” she said “I brought up the air mattress and some bedding for Marie, if that’s not too forward.”

“No Grace,” I replied, rinsing out my loofa, “that’s quite welcome. Set it up at the foot of my bed, and show Marie how to use the pump.”

“I will master,” she replied, as she withdrew her now wet head from the shower.

I merely continued on to shampooing my hair.

By the time I had dried off and reentered my bedroom, the air mattress had been fully inflated and the bedding laid out. Grace had also left, and Marie was now kneeling on her cushion naked while looking at me hopefully.

“Master,” Marie said as a finger traced her lips and then sternum, “this slave wishes to help you use your new presents. She begs her master to let her satisfy him and be marked as his.”

Grace or Kelly definitely put her up to this, and Marie didn’t seem to have any real understanding of what she was saying.

“Marie,” I said, “do you even know what you’re requesting?”

She placed a finger on her chin, and thought for a moment. “To have master inside me?” She said uncertainly.

This was more correct than I was expecting. “You said you had given birth before,” I said, “So you have had sex before, right?”

She turned beet red, now getting what she had said. “No master, I was only ever artificially inseminated.”

I was somewhat surprised by the blonde’s revelation, but moved past it quickly.

“So then Marie,” I said, subconsciously slipping into a portion of my psyche I didn’t know about before beylikdüzü escort now, “You’re willingly offering your master your first time?”

She was still blushing from embarrassment. “Yes master, and every time after that, as is my duty.”

Well then. “Alright Marie,” I said “get on my bed, and lay face up.”

She scrambled up on the bed and spread her legs. To save some time, and spare her any unnecessary discomfort, since she had volunteered, I used my right thumb to stimulate her clitoris, as I had been told to do once by my ex-girlfriend (not that we had ever gone past third base.) Marie gasped, and became flushed as she grabbed handfuls of the sheets. Soon enough, I could smell her, and felt how wet she had become. Now I was painfully erect.

Not bothering with any protection, I crawled atop her shortly there afterward. I then used my hand and hips to guide my penis in, and slowly entered Marie. She was warm and tighter than I expected, and whimpered slightly from the new experience, even as she smiled.

I wrapped one arm behind her back, and held her close as I proceeded to bottom out on my first thrust, and proceeded to speed up on subsequent thrusts.

For all that I was clumsy and perhaps inattentive, it was obvious that just having physical contact with another person was intoxicating for Marie, who had by this point wrapped her arms around me.

Of course, she couldn’t do much more than lay back, as she had no experience, but after a couple of minutes her long-forgotten reflexes emerged, and she started to moan deeply and rock her hips against mine, as she held me in with her legs in a desperate attempt to get all the skin contact with me that she could.

I lasted maybe another two minutes after that, before I buried myself deep within her and came with a grunt.

After I felt the final spurt, and I had gone limp, I pulled out of Marie, and rolled over onto my back to bask in the afterglow, and looked at my slave next to me, bare but for her collar, her pale chest and handful-sized breasts heaving from the exertion.

As much as she was still panting and red in the face, there was a look of worry about her.

“Master,” Marie said, “when I do become pregnant, if you decide to let me keep it, will I be allowed to hold my child after it’s been born?”

I was somewhat puzzled by her question, but then, after a minute, I spoke. “Of course Marie,” I said, “I’d never take a baby away from it’s mother.”

At this point, she started crying and hugged me laying her head on my chest, and I could barely make out the occasionally blubbered “thank you” between her sobs. Meanwhile, as I patted her head, and cooed softly to her, I was worried more about my sheets staining than anything else.

Finally, I pried Marie off me, and I got up to clean myself off in the bathroom. Kelly peeked her head in right after that to see why the noise had stopped, and then entered the room fully.

Kelly just looked at me with an approving smile, as she helped Marie up, and then instructed Marie on how to clean herself off, while I washed our combined fluids off in a cold shower before drying myself off and finally putting on some underwear.

After Kelly left, and Marie had fallen asleep in her own bed, exhausted from the day’s excitement, I finally stumbled into mine and turned out the lights.

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