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I placed the ‘Love Pillow’ in the center of the bed and arranged Gabby so that her butt was on the largest part – forcing her mons up off the bed. Her mons looked delicious sticking out like that. First things first though.

Then I searched around in the dresser until I found the sleeping mask that I had been given on one of those long overseas flights. Placing this over Gabby’s eyes, I told her not to move – I’d be right back.

In the garage I found the ear muffs I use when mowing the lawn – muffles even the loudest sound, I was sure it would muffle our lovemaking. I returned to the bedroom and put these over Gabby’s ears, telling her that she wouldn’t be able to hear me from now on until I decided to remove them.

Then I began putting the bungee cord ties with the cuffs on her. Since the cuffs fastened with Velcro – it was easy to tighten them – yet not so tight as to hurt. Once in place, I opened the dresser and removed the fur massage gloves I had.

I was just about to start when the telephone rang. Lifting one ear muff off Gabby I said, “I’ll be right back – don’t go anywhere.”

Picking up the telephone I said, “Hello.”

“Jim?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Jim, this is Gina. Gabby’s friend.”

“I know who you are.”

“Gabby called me this morning to let me know she was back in town. May I speak to her?”

“Gina. She’s kinda tied up right now. Can I have her call you back?”

“Well, I was kind of hoping to talk to her. Can she spare a couple of minutes?”

“Gina. ………… I mean she’s really tied up. Like on the bed, you know?”

“Oh!”

“Jim, can I come over? I’d love to see this.”

“Sure, but I’m not going to wait all day. I’ll unlock the front door and you just come on in. Be quiet though. I have Gabby blindfolded and she has ear muffs on to muffle the sound.” “How long before you get here?”

“Probably not more than a couple of minutes. I’m just turning on your street now. Just a couple of blocks and I’ll be there.”

“Hmmmm!! Did you and Gabby plan this?”

“No,” she laughed. “I was going to surprise tokat escort her. I guess I still will but in a different way now.”

“O.K.,” I hung up.

Gina would be a welcome addition. I rememberd her from the going away party for Gabby that I attended last year. Her office had gone all out to throw the party at work and I met all Gabby’s workmates.

Gina was kind of pretty. Beautiful smile with a lot of teeth – just right for scraping over the head of your cock. Well proportioned blonde. About 32 or so. Two teenage sons that made her life hell. Mentally I wondered just how hot she would be.

I unlocked the front door just as I saw her car pulling into the drive. Since I was naked, I retreated to the bedroom to begin with Gabby.

Taking one of the fur gloves, I put it on my left hand – leaving the other one for Gina, should she wish to play. I began at her feet. Slowly kissing and licking all around as I eased the fur glove up her leg toward her pussy. Slow, but not too slow, kissing my way toward her cunt. The more I stroked her, the more she wriggled around on the pillow.

Leaning over, I placed a juicy kiss right on the swollen lips of her cunt – inserting my tongue and flicking it over her clit – rapidly at first – then more slowly.

About this time I felt a cool hand on my cock – gripping it and stroking it – making it harder. Gina had arrived.

Glancing around, I saw that she hadn’t wasted any time. God only knows how far she flung her clothes when she undressed – they weren’t in sight.

I raised up a minute to take stock of Gina. Just as I remembered. Full hips. Large breasts that drooped slightly with the combined effect of maturity and gravity. Hell – tits that big couldn’t possibly stick straight out.

Gina blew a kiss at me and continued stroking my cock as she wet her lips. She was sexy as hell. Just a light down of blonde hair on her pussy. We might have to see about tying her and shaving that all off. Later.

I returned my attentions to Gabby. Kissing and tonguing my way up her body to her yozgat escort tits – gently nipping as I went. I sucked one nipple in my mouth – the left one with the nipple ring as I pinched the right nipple until it was red and inflamed.

Needless to say – Gabby wasn’t silent all this time. The constant moaning and thrashing told me that she thoroughly enjoyed what I was doing to her. Then I felt her stiffen.

Looking around, I saw Gina between Gabby’s thighs – slowly and methodically licking her pussy – flipping her clit as she passed – then back down – all the way to Gabby’s anus – then back up again.

Gabby had come to realize that there was someone else in the room and I’m not sure she knew who just yet.

Gina paused with her mouth on Gabby’s cunt – slowly tongue fucking her as she sucked on it – first gently – then hard – then gently again. Gabby began to quiver. I could see her orgasm wasn’t far away.

I picked up the solid gel dildo and pushed Gina’s head out of the way. Giving it to her, I told her, “Fuck Gabby with it. Slowly though – I want to keep her on the edge but I don’t want her to cum.”

As Gina fucked the big dildo in and out of Gabby’s cunt, I moved behind Gina. Placing my mouth on her sex I began licking her pussy and anus from behind. She was already wet as could be and I wanted to build her up fast. My hard cock needed some relief but I wanted to make sure Gina cum when I did.

I took the huge mushroom cap of my cock head and placed it against Gina’s pussy. Slowly I eased it in her until I almost bottomed out. I could feel the opening of Gina’s womb – resisting me. Pulling back – I plunged hard into her and my cock-head entered her womb.

Grasping her hips, I began sawing my huge cock in and out of her – forcing her into Gabby on the in stroke and pulling her away on the out stroke. By now Gina had given up on working the dildo in and out of Gabby. Placing her mouth on Gabby’s cunt, she began sucking and licking her as fast as she could while I continued my assault on her steaming pussy.

Then, just zonguldak escort when I thought I was about to cum – Gina squeezed my cock with her floor muscles – tightly – so tight that I could neither fuck in or out of her. That’s when I slapped her ass. Three or four times I spanked her until she loosened up and allowed me to continue. God! This woman had some powerful pussy muscles!

A few strokes later and my ball sac began to tighten just as Gina reached between her legs and squeezed them – I began to cum – long slow spurts of cum. I felt as though I would cum forever.

I looked over at Gabby and her body was beating a rapid tattoo against Gina’s mouth as she was cumming too.

I took the anal beads and began to insert them in Gina’s ass – one at a time – forcing them into her until there were about 8 or 9 inside her. My cock had not deflated on iota so I continued stroking in and out of her. Gina obviously had not reached a full climax yet.

As I continued to fuck her, I began pulling the beads out – one at a time – very slowly. Until there were only a couple left. Grasping the string, I yanked them out and immediately plunged my hard cock in her.

Gina’s thighs began quivering. She was losing it. The tension of being in this position – then cumming – took all her energy and she collapsed against Gabby’s pussy forcing my tumescent cock to fall out of her cunt.

I moved to Gabby’s side and lay down – reaching over to kiss her. That’s when I felt a mouth on my cock.

Looking down, I saw Roxanne – sucking and cleaning my cock. She was sucking gently on my mushroom cap – causing my erection to partially return. I was exhausted.

Roxanne and I had emailed each other for a couple of years, off and on – she worked somewhere in the Midwest but I didn’t know where. We had talked and shared a lot but we had never met. The last time I emailed her, I had given her my address and told her that, if she were ever in the neighborhood, to look me up. For her to show up like this – and to just fit right in with the flow of things – well, that just blew me away.

I knew her instantly from the one picture I have of her. Tall. Statuesque body with flaring hips and perfectly formed titties. Long blonde hair. Yes – this was Roxanne.

Gina rose to use the bathroom and I took that opportunity to extract my sore cock from Roxanne’s mouth. I needed a rest.

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Brad Nyler balanced his groceries and fumbled with the deadlock. As he stepped inside he trod on the envelope, picked it up, closed the door with his foot and proceeded to the kitchen.

Notes usually meant trouble and expense. Someone’s sink was dripping, their lights flickering, or their air conditioning broken down. He tossed the dreaded message on the counter and ignored it while he put the groceries away, then cracked himself a beer and took the envelope along to the balcony. Sitting in his favourite deck chair, he took a couple of stiff swigs from the can before opening the envelope.

***

Dear Brad,

I have a fantasy about a tradesman catching me naked. He leaves his work and approaches me. He’s gentle, but he wants me and means to get what he wants. I let him seduce me.

That’s my fantasy, but if it really happened I don’t know how I would react. I think I’m too afraid of rejection.

I watch you working around this place, and sometimes I daydream that it’s you who catches me naked. But I’ve never let you do it. Then I counted the women in this motel. There are twenty-three of us, so I can write you this letter and you never have to know who I am. Since you don’t know who I am, you can’t really reject me. All you can do is accept or reject an idea.

So here’s the deal. If you would like to help me live out my fantasy just tie a piece of cloth to your balcony railing tonight . Then just wait because I’ll make the next move.

If you help me live out my fantasy, I’ll do the same for you, with any fantasy you have. Love,

Daydreamer

***

He read the note four times. Its content was clear the first time, but it took three more tries before his ego was satisfied. Women had hit on him before, but never this blatantly. He was about as flattered as he could get.

Brad Nyler owned Orchard Court, a thirty unit log motel in Bantam, California. Ten years earlier he’d been told about a recreational theme park planned for the area. He put a down payment on the place and got a mortgage. The theme park opened three years later, but was so big it had it’s own hotels, campsites and shops. Local motels like Orchard Court gained little from its presence except increased property taxes.

After that shock Brad decided he needed more revenue to service his mortgage, so he converted the motel into long term rentals. He rented mainly to single women because they were more reliable at paying their rent. He’d had a few flings with tenants since then, but never experienced anything like this anonymous letter.

At sunset that night Nyler walked onto his balcony again, with an old motel towel, and tied it to the iron railing where it was visible from every unit in Orchard Court.

***

The next few days Brad went quietly about his business but heard nothing from the anonymous fantasy lover. By the fourth day he was wondering if she had gotten cold feet, but discovered otherwise at sundown.

It was a Thursday evening, and as part of his regular Thursday routine, he carried his household rubbish to the dumpster. After tossing the sacks he turned to look straight into unit nineteen, where a very naked Jennifer Wetzel was drying her hair.

Nyler was mesmerized by her beauty. Miss Wetzel was a young teacher, who had moved in two months ago, after landing her first teaching contract at Bantam Primary School. She was a stunner no matter what she wore, but in her birthday suit she was a living work of fine art. Every contour was chiseled precisely, from her seductive face to her delicate ankles. Her breasts were soft and large, swaying enticingly with every move she made. Although her tummy was concave, the bush of blonde hair at her crotch grew on an accentuated mound that stood like a drawbridge to her vagina. This was all supported on the kind of slim but athletic legs that belong in ads for opera hose.

She stopped drying her hair for a moment, feeling it with her fingers to assess its dampness, and that’s when their eyes met. She pulled the towel quickly to her front, using it like a barely adequate curtain to cover her breasts and abdomen. It was a smooth action, providing an appearance of modesty while leaving plenty of skin on display. Brad wondered how often she had rehearsed it, and that thought made him smile. For a moment she gazed at him apprehensively, then a naughty smile took over. Her eyes widened and she extended her fingers to open her clenched fists, allowing the towel to fall to the floor.

Brad exhaled a breath he had been holding since he first laid eyes upon her. Jennifer Wetzel had left him breathless. She walked to the sliding glass door of her patio area, flipped its latch and slid it ajar. Then with an even broader smile verging on laughter, she turned and walked to her kitchenette.

As Brad Nyler opened the door and stepped inside, she was taking two glasses from a cupboard and placing them on the counter.

“I always keep a bottle of Heinkel Trokken for…” she paused, “special occasions. Do you like it?”

“Champagne ordu escort isn’t?”

“It would be if it was French instead of German,” she replied.

“Sounds fine to me.”

“I have some Grand Marnier if you’d prefer?”

“Champagne will be fine.”

Jennifer opened the fridge and bent over to get the wine from a lower shelf. Like everything else about her body, her aft was made as much for art as love. Her feminine shoulder blades crowned an elegantly arched back, ending with cute pelvic dimples, which in turn crowned buttocks that rivaled her breasts in their full, round loveliness. She turned back to the counter, placed the bottle next to the glasses and began tearing away the cover, to gain access to its wire clamp.

“I love drinking Champagne in the nude, but it’s more fun if the man I’m sharing it with is naked too.”

Brad needed no coaxing. It was her fantasy and he wanted her to guide him through it. She watched with amusement as he quickly undressed, leaving his clothes on the floor next to her abandoned towel. The plastic stopper popped and bounced off the ceiling. She poured the bubbly into the flutes as he removed his last items of clothing, .

Miss Wetzel walked over to him, handed him a glass, then stared for a long moment at his organ. It was pointing at some high mark on the wall, close to the ceiling. She moved her hand slowly toward it, a serious expression of longing covering her features. Wrapping his manhood in her palm, she turned her attention back to his eyes. The irresistible bad girl’s smile returned. She slid her hand along the length of his hard organ. At its tip she almost let go, but not quite. Instead she clasped his glans between her fingers and squeezed them just hard enough to make him draw back. Then she laughed, turned and walked into the bedroom.

***

Pleasing women had never been a problem for Brad Nyler. In fact, his partners often had five or six orgasms before he would ejaculate. Brad was one of the twenty-percent of men in the USA who are uncircumcised. This meant fewer orgasms for Brad but made him popular with the ladies, so he didn’t mind at all.

Jennifer Wetzel had never had an uncircumcised lover before so she was eager to try it out – every which way. Before they fell asleep at about three AM, Brad’s pecker had been in Jennifer’s mouth five times; in her pussy three times plus once in her anus; she’d given him two orgasms with her hands; tried it with her feet to no avail; also tried and failed between her tits, but was delighted to see him shoot his load across her torso from her left armpit.

Brad couldn’t remember ever meeting a woman more adventurous in bed. When she wasn’t playing with his dick, she was dreaming up new ways for him to enjoy her own body. Sexual taboos were not permitted in Miss Wetzel’s bedroom. At one point, she even had him blindfold her and tie her feet and hands to the bead head, then had him perform oral sex across the full length of her crotch. If there had been an Olympiad for sex, Jennifer Wetzel would have been its star athlete.

When he awoke in the morning she was already wide eyed and waiting. After good morning kisses, her tongue weaved its way down his neck, across his chest and stomach, and all around the circumference of his morning erection. Once she had him stiff and wet enough to meet her standards, she straddled him and rubbed the tip of his member against her clitoris until they both came with loud delirious moans. After that they showered together, ate a quick breakfast and headed off to start their workdays. Although he was determined never to admit it to anyone, especially to the lovely Jennifer Wetzel, Brad had to stumble exhausted back to his suite and sleep for an extra four hours to recover from her outstanding feminine favours.

***

Nyler didn’t get much work done around the property that Friday. He spent most of the day nursing his body back to its full sexual vigor. Realising he had a sensual tigress on his hands, Brad decided to pay a visit to the local sex emporium. He bought two bottles of flavoured massage oil, one peppermint the other orange. Then he dropped into a supermarket and got a few bottles of Heinkel Trokken.

Jennifer returned at five-thirty that afternoon. Brad waited about fifteen minutes for her to get settled in before phoning her.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he told her. “I’m no Don Juan, but you are easily the most satisfying lover I’ve ever known. I must see you again, and I’ve got a fantasy of my own to share with you.”

“You mean we left something out last night? That’s hard to believe, unless it’s so unhealthy it doesn’t bear thinking about.”

“My imagination is healthy enough,” he stated.

Jennifer was silent for some time before she finally invited him over.

“I’m not sure if this is very smart of me, but I guess you’d better come over. Make it about seven thirty.”

She sounded a little domineering, but he drove that idea from his mind.

There’s osmaniye escort nothing single minded about her, Brad thought, other than her concentrated sexual energy. Jennifer Wetzel is a free spirit. She wouldn’t have any obsessions or hang-ups. She’s not the type.

In any case, Brad Nyler was so hungry for her, he would willingly have endured hot wax, bondage and flagellation in return for a repeat of their previous evening together.

***

At seven-thirty Brad was at the door of number nineteen Orchard Court, carrying a bag containing the flavoured body oils and a well chilled bottle of German champagne.

Jennifer looked different. Her hair was held up with barrettes. She was heavily made-up with dark eye shadow, brilliant red lipstick and brightly rouged cheeks. Her top was a cropped corset shirt trimmed with lace, which tied down the front with a silk lanyard. Its low neckline and parted front revealed that she was braless. Below her bare midriff she wore a tight half length red leather skirt with a silver belt, and a pair of suede elfin type boots that just covered her ankles. It was not what Brad had expected, and his surprise must have shown on his face.

“My new outfit, I bought it today. The fifties beatnik look. Do you like it?”

Although her attire looked aggressively seductive, the naughty smile had been replaced by a sweeter version that softened her intentionally hard appearance. It made him feel more at ease as he entered her suite.

“You look great. Funny, though, I figured you for the kind of girl who makes her own clothes.”

“Not a chance. Do-it-yourself is not my style. I like full service, or didn’t you notice?”

“Oh, I noticed,” he grinned.

“What’s in the bag?”

Brad placed the bottle of Heinkel Trokken on her coffee table, then took out the flavoured body oils.

“This is yours,” he said handing her the bottles. “I’ve got two similar ones. Guess what we’re going to do with them.”

“Is this the fantasy you mentioned?”

“Part of it.”

Jennifer eyed him suspiciously. She looked him up and down as though she was a banker and he had just asked her for a major loan. He thought he had better reveal his whole plan, in case she really thought he had something terribly sick in mind.

“First we get full body massages with the oil. You get a massage with peppermint oil because I like peppermint. Since you drink Grand Marnier I got orange too. We can play any games you want then, provided we lick it all off before we fall asleep.”

She thought about it for a moment; studied the bottles in her hands; eyed him hawkishly again, then a look came over her as though she had an idea.

“Any games I want. Did you say any games I want?”

“You name it. After last night, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

Her gorgeous trademark smirk came back. She carried it into every sensual adventure like a calling card. That smile was the nuclear warhead in Miss Wetzel’s arsenal of seduction. It was more than naughty. It was so full of black magical lust it verged on criminal. In another time, any woman who smiled that way would have been called a witch.

“Get your clothes off,” she said, ” the glasses are in the top left cupboard.”

While he undressed, Jennifer closed drapes, dimmed lights and turned some music on. From the bedroom closet she fetched a bed sheet and a box of sex toys. Then she moved the coffee table aside creating a large open floor area. Finally, she released the belt and waist buttons of her skirt and stepped out of it. Underneath she had knickers that matched her corset top: a dark paisley pattern with a silky white drawstring, and a large round oval missing at the crotch, revealing yet another surprise for Brad. Her blonde pubic hair was gone. Her pussy was as bald as a baby’s bum.

She took another glass of wine from him and then pointed at his own. “Drain that,” she said, “you won’t be having another for a while.”

With a slight twinge of uncertainty he decided to keep doing everything she asked. Hours before this woman had treated him to a most incredible night of love. He knew the extent of her powers, and was ready to let her lead him into whatever sensual realm she felt was appropriate. As Brad struggled to quickly drain the glass of gaseous wine, Jennifer spread the sheet over the floor like a large throw rug. When he had finished the drink she told him to lay on his back, then she gave the massage oil a shake, and went to work on him.

Jennifer straddled him backwards, with her buttocks pointed toward his face. She bent forward, poured some oil along his shins, and began rubbing in a smooth rowing motion. As she worked her way up his body she shifted backwards until her posterior was suspended over his stomach. He reached for her, wanting to pull off the panties, and touch her fascinating bottom, but she reached back and slapped his hands away.

“It’s coming, be patient,” she directed.

By the time her hands reached sinop escort his groin, she had shifted so far back that on every backstroke of her rowing motion, her bare labia grazed his face smearing its wetness from his chin to forehead. He tried to catch her clitoris with this tongue each time it passed by, but was never sure he’d succeeded. Then her vagina was gone. She had left his groin, shifted further back to work the oil into his stomach and rib cage. Now her breasts brushed his face with each stroke, but they were still inside her paisley corset. He could only close his eyes and breathe deeply to inhale her glorious fragrance.

Jennifer stopped at his neck, and told him to roll over on his stomach. Brad obeyed and the massage began again, starting at the shoulders this time. Her fingernails dug into his back so roughly he worried she might draw blood, but he had no will to stop her. This mistress of seduction made even pain a pleasure. On his buttocks she literally slapped the oil into his skin. Then after a quick application to the back of his thighs, she asked him to stand up, which he did.

Miss Wetzel examined his glistening body like an artist contemplating a work in process. He noticed she had grabbed a latex rubber hood from the toy box. It was a foreboding looking thing. Then she looked into his eyes, and reached out to gently cup his head in her hand. The sweet smile returned, making her appear almost like an innocent maiden. Her eyes were soft and warm despite the heavy makeup.

“Do you trust me?” she asked. “I need total trust if we’re both going to be satisfied.”

He hesitated to answer, increasingly aware of a change in her since the night before, and more than a little worried about the latex mask. He wanted to ask questions, to clarify a few things, but then her little girl smile turned into a pout. She looked disappointed.

“You don’t trust me. You think I want to hurt you.”

“No I don’t, but I’ve never done anything like this before.”

As soon as the words left his lips he regretted saying them. He blushed like a schoolboy unexpectedly kissed in a crowded school yard. Her smile drifted back. She took his hands and held them against her breasts.

“I’m a teacher. It comes naturally to me, but I need your trust.”

Brad felt too much of a sexual greenhorn to put up an argument. This woman had a way of boxing him in, so that logical considerations like fear all had to be turned over to her. She made it the most comfortable option. He sensed that resistance would mean losing her, a prospect worse by far than leaving himself in her sensuous hands.

“This is going to be fun, I promise,” she said, just before she pulled the latex hood over his head.

The hood had two small air holes in the vicinity of his nostrils, plus a hole with a zipper for his mouth, and two more for his eyes. She left the eye holes open but closed the one for his mouth.

“I take it you have no use for my tongue right now,” Brad remarked, finding it a little difficult to speak through the tight latex.

“Don’t concern yourself with any of it. Leave it all to Miss Jenny,” she said.

She allowed him to watch as she took implements from the box and applied them. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and his ankles shackled a few inches apart. A small leather belt the size of a cat’s collar was tightened around his scrotum and the base of his penis causing the tackle to protrude in front of him like an absurd gargoyle. Then she closed his eye holes and told him to kneel down. There was a short pause. He heard a click behind him, then the zip at his mouth opened.

“Open wide.”

He opened his mouth, expecting her to kiss him, but instead she quickly stuffed a rubber ball inside and closed the zipper again. The girl who yesterday left him breathless now had him speechless too, but Brad was not so thrilled this time.

She made him stand again, then he head a rope slide across a log beam overhead, and suddenly his arms shot up behind his back to a painful height. He wanted to shout, “What the hell! Stop that!” but could utter more than muffled grunts. He bent forward to reduce the pain in his shoulders. She wrapped something elastic, probably a Bungy Cord he thought, twice around his thighs just above the knees just tightly enough to hinder circulation. Stiff clips were attached to his nipples, and something that felt like a light bulb was plunged into his anus. It seemed there was scarcely a nerve in his body that wasn’t pleading for relief. Yet all this only preceded the most terrifying development of all.

Nyler heard the sound of rope on the log beam again, then felt the rope around his neck. He tried to hobble away, but she was too quick. The attempt only encouraged her to pull the rope faster and taughter. The only way to evade choking was to stand upright, but when he did so, the pain increased in his shoulders as a result of his arms being suspended behind him. He screamed with agony as he forced himself to stand upright, choosing the shoulder pain over possible asphyxiation.

As he adjusted to the pain and his screams dissipated into laboured breathing and grunts, he felt her hand caress his chest. Then she was next to his ear, speaking softly and gently, but plainly and with a firmness he was learning not to ignore.

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I stumbled through the red curtain that separated the main hall of the mansion from the large dressing room that my fellow Charites used more as an ‘undressing room’. I whined as I walked across the large rectangular space and sat my wide naked bottom down upon one of the soft red-cushioned swivel chairs in there. My pussy felt wrecked, stretched out and really sore, and I was going to have to deal with that.

My name is Greta, Greta Klein, but I have a new name now, Ariadne, pronounced ‘Arie-odd-knee’, that name meaning ‘utterly pure’, though I felt nowhere near pure at the moment. I had just been ass-fucked by my first Hermes, one of the rich and powerful men that came here to Aphrodite’s Arms to fulfill their sexual desires, Aphrodite’s Arms being the most exclusive club for prostitution in the entire world. My ass, however, was not what was bothering me. That man that had just taken my Charites ‘virginity’ had also used a huge strap-on dildo on me, spread my pussy wider than a pop can, and I was definitely feeling that burn right now.

My Horae, pronounced ‘Ohr-riss’, was a young African American woman the same age as I was, twenty-two, and I knew her as Kennedy, but here in this place she was called ‘Callisto’. Because she was my Horae, my handler and trainer, I was only permitted to call her ‘my Horae’. It was demeaning, but I was being paid one million dollars to work here for a full year, and my college education was paid for on top of that, so being servile was just something I was going to have to get used to.

As a Charites, pronounced ‘Ka-ree-tess’, I was a handmaiden of Aphrodite, a title and station I had to live up to here at Aphrodite’s Arms. That meant I serviced a number of Hermes every night I worked, that schedule being every other night when I was not on my period. I had a number of rules to follow, and I still did not know many of those rules, and the punishment for not following them was…strict. Getting two marks meant you got put up in the stocks for six hours, six hours of ball-gagged captive fucking by all of the Hermes lined up to get a piece of your ass for free while they were here. This was my first night here, my debut, and I did not want to screw up and get put up on stage in the stocks. The thought of it terrified me.

This place was not what I’d expected it to be. For one thing, I was to be nude my entire year here, and I was only allowed to wear a thong when I was on my period. Otherwise, my little white bowtie and soft white-felt slip on shoes were my only other articles of clothing allowed. Not only that, but the birth control they had me on, the Olympian Ambrosia, drove my libido through the roof. I was constantly horny, and that first month of taking it before I came here caused me to masturbate so often that I thought I had a sexual disorder. To top it off I was going to be ‘given’ a ring after my first night here, a silver diamond ring that I would NOT be wearing on a finger. No, that ring was going in my right labia, and I wasn’t looking forward to that piercing, either.

I had just been a normal college student before Kennedy had handpicked me out of thousands of girls across a number of universities. She had convinced me to prostitute myself for a lot of money and benefits, something I just couldn’t say no to. I had never even considered becoming any kind of a prostitute; such a thing was something I had frowned upon heavily in the past. Now I was here, and I had just serviced my first Hermes, so…I officially felt like a whore. It did not sit well in my psyche.

I should have known this would happen. Even with my sore pussy bothering me, it was my own guilt that was bothering me more. I slumped in the chair I was in, my blue eyes watering a little as I felt the weight of it all hit me. I’d just had sex with a man for money, and I did not like the feeling it brought down upon me. It made me feel worthless, made me feel like a liar and a hypocrite. I had never had anything against sex workers, but…that didn’t mean I’d ever wanted to become one. It was really hitting me hard.

I was a blue-eyed twenty-two-year-old white girl, five-five, one-hundred and thirty-eight pounds, with an hourglass figure, C-cup breasts with large brownish-red nipples, and good hips with a very bald, very shaved, and very visible vulva between my legs. I used to have long curly black hair, but now my hair was in a short, short pixie cut and dyed blonde to fit in with my new persona as Ariadne, the Utterly Pure One. However, this new identity of mine was proving difficult to accept, even for the amount of money I was being offered.

I cried a little in my red-cushioned swivel chair as another Charites walked in and sat down across from me. She was nude, of course, wearing only a black bowtie and soft black-felt slip on shoes, a white girl like myself but a little older maybe, probably in her mid-twenties. She was taller than I, at least five-ten, but she was lithe with a little bit of athletic muscle as opposed to my short hourglass figure. kırşehir escort She had a sharp face with startling green eyes, that sharply attractive face ringed by long curly black hair set up in a pony tail, hair much like my own before mine had been cut and dyed. She had little B-cup breasts with brick-red nipples in the centers of them, and she spread her legs open as she sat down across from me, displaying her open pussy to show off the six silver rings along her inner labia, each with a small black diamond in their centers. She had a little white stream of cum slipping out of her hole down the crack of her ass, and I could see some of it on her inner thighs, so she had just come back from servicing a Hermes, just like me.

She gave me an amused smile as she stared at me, but this upset me even more. I reached up and wiped at my own tears as she simply smiled and said nothing.

“What?” I asked in a choked voice.

“You must be the fresh meat,” said this other woman. “The one they call ‘Ariadne’.”

I didn’t like the tone of her voice or what she said, so I was automatically on the defensive.

“Leave me alone,” I sniffed as I reached up and wiped away a couple of more tears.

“Don’t be rude to me,” frowned this other Charites. “You’d better cross all your t’s and dot all your i’s while you’re here, little girl, or you’ll be getting pumped in the stocks. Six hours of constant fucking. That’s three hundred and sixty minutes of getting fucked in both of your holes. That’s what happens to most of the fresh meat that comes in off the street.”

“I didn’t come in off the street,” I frowned. “Ken…M…My Horae recruited me while I was getting ready to start my junior year in college.”

“Another college girl,” snorted this woman. “How original…and fucking stupid…Yeah, you’ll end up just like Chloe. I’m sure you saw her out there on stage, right? She came in just last week, and she’s already up there…Pathetic.”

I didn’t like this woman at all. I was hurting between my legs, I was upset over what I’d become, and I did not need this woman’s bullshit right now.

“Don’t insult me,” I warned her.

This woman gave me an evil smile and just shook her head.

“Yeah, poor Chloe,” she replied. “Her name means ‘green shoot’, and she’d just gotten her first ring last week. It’s a pretty little emerald to go with her green bowtie and shoes. She’s green, just like her name. Poor thing only made a couple of tiny mistakes…”

She shrugged and gave me a nasty smirk.

I’d had enough of her already, but my curiosity got the better of me. I really wanted to know what ‘poor Chloe’ had done so that I didn’t make the same mistakes.

“What did she do?” I asked.

“Medeia!” came Kennedy’s voice from the other side of the room.

This other woman, ‘Medeia’, narrowed her green eyes at me and gave me a wide smile.

Kennedy marched up to us from the red curtain that led back into the servants’ hall. My friend and Horae was now nude except for a red bowtie and her own soft-felt red slip on shoes, her dark-skinned body a taller, thinner hourglass in comparison to mine, her C-cup breasts displaying large black nipples in the centers of them. She had mentioned to me earlier that she was doing ‘charity’ work tonight and that she would be a Charites again for a short time, but this was the first time I had seen her naked, and it stunned me into saying nothing for a moment.

“Out,” ordered Kennedy as she glared at ‘Medeia’ and thumbed back toward the servants’ hall. “You can take your break elsewhere.”

This ‘Medeia’ stood and gave Kennedy a condescending smile before replying to her.

“Of course, my Horae,” she said in a sly tone, and then she left, exiting via the servants’ curtain.

Kennedy looked at me and gave me a sad frown.

“You can’t ask what another Charites is being punished for,” she said unhappily. “It’s just like asking about the real names of our Hermes or any of the other rules that protect privacy here…I have to write you up for that. You now have one mark.”

My mouth dropped in open disbelief. I couldn’t believe she was doing this to me.

“But…But I didn’t know!” I whined.

“I already told you to come and ask me if something was permissible to do or say,” said Kennedy in a sad voice. “I wouldn’t write you up for this, but Medeia witnessed it, so I have to. I’m sorry.”

“But she…she tricked me!” I said in yet another whine.

I was whining a lot lately, but I didn’t fault myself over it, considering the situation I was in.

“Her name literally means ‘cunning’,” frowned Kennedy. “She likes to get the new girls in trouble. She does it to everyone.”

“Wh…Why!” I stammered out. “I’ve never done anything to her! I just met her!”

Kennedy closed her dark eyes, took in a deep breath, and released it before staring me down.

“She got in trouble her first week here,” explained Kennedy. “She made a mistake malatya escort and got a mark, and then she misunderstood what one of the other girls said and ended up getting her second mark. Almost everyone ends up in the stocks at some point, but unlike myself and the others, Medeia got traumatized by it…at least that’s my theory. To me it was just another form of kinky sex, but to her…it was the ultimate insult. She’s a proud young woman, Ariadne, and though she may not look it, she’s actually our age. I really, truly believe that she thinks that everyone else here is out to get her, all because of that misunderstanding that happened months ago. You should just avoid her altogether.”

“That doesn’t help me now!” I whined. “I have a mark now! I don’t even know when they go away! How long do I have to go without getting in trouble before its removed?”

Kennedy shook her head no and frowned.

“It doesn’t go away until you’ve served time in the stocks,” she said unhappily. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s not fair!” I choked out, and this time I started crying again. “That wasn’t my fault!”

“It doesn’t matter,” frowned Kennedy. “You have to follow the rules or else…and I know this sounds like I’m picking on you or betraying you, but…you have to call me by my title. I’m ignoring it right now because no one’s in here, but someone could easily walk in here while we’re talking, and then you’ll get your second mark.”

I broke down into real tears as my bare shoulders shook in absolute misery. I was really regretting this place now. I didn’t want to be here anymore, but I also didn’t want to give up the money that was now sitting in my bank account collecting interest, so I caved and responded accordingly.

“Y…Yes, my Horae,” I said as I wept.

Kennedy walked up to me, leaned down, and rested her dark hands on my bare shoulders as I tried to control my own pathetic weeping. I wasn’t really comfortable being touched by other women while they were naked, but I knew that she was only trying to console me.

“It’s going to be fine,” she said in a confident voice. “You’re all right. Nothing bad is going to happen to you, okay? Almost everyone gets put up in the stocks at some point. Even if you do get put up on stage and in the stocks…in the end…it’s just sex. It’s what you’re already being paid to do. There’s nothing scary about it…True, it’s a little humiliating, but you’ll get over it…I did. You’re going to be fine, Ariadne. There’s no reason to cry over this. You need to relax during your break, anyway.”

I wiped my eyes and nose as I nodded without looking at her. She was right about me having to relax, and I needed to rest a bit just to ease my sore pussy. That big black dildo my first Hermes used on me really stretched me out, and this stress and feeling sorry for myself wasn’t helping that physical suffering at all.

I decided to complain a little. There was no one in here but Kennedy and I, and I didn’t think she’d mark me down unless someone else came in.

“You didn’t tell me there’d be toys or things like that,” I grimaced.

“What now?” asked Kennedy.

“My first Hermes used a really big strap on dildo on me,” I winced. “It hurt me.”

“You have to call me by my title,” reminded Kennedy.

I closed my eyes and winced again. I couldn’t remember to do anything right anymore; I was that stressed out.

“I’m sorry, My…My Horae,” I said.

“You’ll get used to saying it,” replied Kennedy. “I’m just trying to keep you out of trouble…Now…where does it hurt?”

I pointed toward my crotch. I didn’t really want to say where it was out loud.

Kennedy knelt down in front of me and inspected me like an amateur gynecologist.

“You’ll be all right,” she said gently. “Just take it easy for the rest of your break. You’re just a little sore, the same thing we all put up with here…I take it you’re not used to the kinkier stuff, then?”

I shook my head no and took in a gulp of my own saliva.

“Well…” said Kennedy slowly, “there’s a lot more here than just dildos. Each Hermes reserves a private room filled with the activities of their choice. I take it you satisfied your Hermes, though?”

“Yes, my Horae,” I replied, answering correctly this time.

“Good,” smiled Kennedy. “That’s the most important thing to remember.”

“I thanked him, too,” I sniffed. “I didn’t forget.”

“Excellent!” grinned Kennedy. “I have to warn you now, though…Every room is different because they’re individually decked out by request from each Hermes. You’ll find…other things in the rooms, and…you won’t know what’s in there until you’re in there. The Olympians want to ensure that the Hermes have control over their Charites. They can do all kinds of things to you, but they can’t really hurt you. Remember that.”

“Yes, my Horae,” I replied.

“Great,” said Kennedy.

She stood, clapped her hands together in excitement, and then walked over niğde escort to the box shelf containing the files of each Charites’ Hermes. It suddenly occurred to me that I had been talking to her normally, having a normal conversation even though the both of us were completely nude. I guess I was getting used to that little fact, albeit slowly. It hit me in a weird way, and I had to stop and think about it for a second.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about all of this, being a sex-slave here at this giant compound of interconnected mansions out in the middle of the Nevada desert. Kennedy had told me not to think of myself as a sex-slave, but her description of the rooms and ‘other stuff’ made me feel like I was one, anyway.

She walked over and handed me both files of my next two Hermes.

The first one, a famous football player, was someone I didn’t recognize, mainly because I was not into sports. This man was a large African American that was handsome in the face with a flattop buzzcut of curly black hair on his dark chocolate skin. I’d never had sex with a black man before, never even dated one, so this was going to be new for me. The second man, however, was someone I recognized immediately. He was a wealthy entrepreneur from the states, someone I knew just from seeing him on the news, and it shocked me a little that he had chosen me as his Charites. He was also someone I had fantasized about in the past, a dream crush of mine, and I was kind of flattered that he chose me but also a little disturbed at the same time.

“Isn’t this…” I said as I held up the entrepreneur’s picture.

“Ah, ah,” warned Kennedy. “Don’t discuss the Hermes; just service them. You can’t discuss their names or anything else they’ve done in the outside world. It protects their privacy. It’s part of the allure of this place.”

“Yes, my Horae,” I frowned.

“Cheer up,” smiled Kennedy. “I have to leave, but you should just relax in here until your break is over. I have to go perform a charity request, but I’ll be back soon enough, okay? Just keep out of trouble and do everything your Hermes asks you to. Your next one has a very large dick, but remember to call it his ‘sword’ or ‘spear’ when you talk to him. You don’t need another mark…There’s a bottle of water on the shelf for you. I went and got it from the kitchen while you were out on the floor. You need to keep hydrated, Ariadne. Don’t forget to drink something that isn’t alcohol.”

“Yes, my Horae,” I replied.

She left me there in the ‘dressing room’, and I finished the rest of my break while sipping on my water. I left that bottle behind on the box shelf and walked through the red curtains out into the main hall, determined to get this next Hermes out of the way. I had already violated my own beliefs by ‘servicing’ the first man I was tasked with, so doing this next one didn’t feel like crossing a line. I had already crossed that line.

The main hall was huge, surrounded by dark wooden walls with various paintings of Aphrodite and decked here and there with busts of Aphrodite and replicas of the Venus de Milo on white marble pillars. There were red-velvet divans of dark cherry-wood about the place with various nude Hermes lounging upon them, just as I had seen it the first time.

I walked across the short and soft red carpeting of the main hall toward the stage, however. I needed to see something first.

The stage was huge, as wide as the main hall, a flat theater stage of dark wood surrounded by red curtains. There were four stocks upon it, but it was the poor captive in the third stocks from my left that I wanted to view. This poor nude prisoner, a young white woman named ‘Chloe’, was currently being fucked from behind by an older Indian gentleman, a balding man with a white streak of hair wrapped around his brown head in a thin line.

I studied her body, because I couldn’t see her face. I could see her green-felt slip on shoes and her green bowtie and collar, but her head and hands were in the stocks, so I couldn’t tell what she looked like. She had a short hourglass figure with C-cup breasts and a wide bottom just like myself, so it was not too difficult to paste my own head onto that body in my active imagination. It bothered me a lot, because I suspected I was going to end up in there just like her, but I was going to do my damnedest not to.

Chloe, my fellow new Charites, squirmed in the stocks as her pale legs twitched while she was violated, her green-felt shoes twisting on the toes upon the dark wood of the stage. This older Indian man fucked her hard and without mercy, and I could see her shoulders getting banged against the headboard.

I didn’t really want to be up there. I didn’t know if I could take six hours of that. The most I’d ever gone during sex was two hours before I came in a hard and exhausting orgasm, and I fell asleep immediately afterwards. If I did end up there on stage…I was hoping to pass out through most of it.

There were three other Hermes lined up behind this Indian fellow. I shook my head and went off to complete my next task, however. I wanted to talk to Chloe as soon as I could, though, because I needed to know exactly what that experience was like. Hopefully asking about that wasn’t a forbidden action…I’d have to ask Kennedy about it first.

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Continued from Chapter One…

Alex undid the lock to the handcuffs with the key, and Jill massaged her freed wrists. He leaned in closely, whispering in her ear, “It’s my turn…”

Jill grinned widely. Her orgasm had been divine, and the warmth in her toes still hadn’t fully receded. She couldn’t wait to devour Alex’s cock, to suck him to orgasm as he called out her name in a fit of passion.

Alex kissed Jill deeply on the mouth. The taste of her girlcum clung to him, and Jill sucked her moisture greedily off his lips. Their tongues dove deep into the recesses of each other’s mouths. Jill kissed Alex passionately for minutes, her body glowing from her post-orgasmic bliss.

After a few minutes more of fulfilling kisses, Alex could no longer stand his postponed pleasure. He pulled away from Jill and forced her head down his torso. She took the cue without missing a beat, and continued her soft, luscious kisses down his muscular chest and toned stomach. She paused momentarily at the top of his pubic bone, breathing in his musky scent deeply.

Alex didn’t like her pause and forced her down further, placing her mouth strategically on his throbbing head. “Blow me,” he instructed, “hard and fast. Don’t stop until I say you may stop.”

“I guess this domination thing applies to his pleasure, too,” thought Jill. She played along, moaning softly as she took the entirety of his cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on his full shaft, relishing in its stiffness.

Alex settled back on Jill’s multitude of pillows, thoroughly enjoying the loving attention his girlfriend gave to his cock. She dove deep, taking his full six inches with relative ease, and swallowed, creating a vacuum between her cheeks. The pressure against all points of Alex’s dick felt amazing. He sighed as his cock twitched in Jill’s mouth, hitting the roof of her mouth.

Jill pulled her mouth slowly up the shaft of Alex’s erection, dragging her tongue along the underbelly of his penis. When she reached the head of his dick, a drop of precum had leaked from the tip. Jill eagerly licked the droplet of moisture, and sucked hard on the tip to stimulate more wetness.

Alex was thoroughly enjoying Jill’s teasing blowjob, karaman escort but wanted his orgasm now. “Too slow,” he said assertively. He eased Jill off her bed with his feet so she was kneeling on the floor next to her bed. He swung his legs around so his cock once again met Jill’s lips and grabbed her hair.

“Blow me like you mean it, cock-slut.”

Alex forced her head to take most of his stiff cock, and bobbed her head up and down the length in rapid bursts. Jill’s mouth was moving at a lightning speed over his erection, sucking and fucking with her tongue and lips. Alex stopped shoving her head abruptly when the entirety of his cock was in her mouth, and Jill squealed as the tip of his dick tickled her tonsils. She gagged, but Alex held her head in place to stop her squirming.

Just as Jill thought she could no longer ignore her gag reflex, Alex pulled her hair roughly back, and Jill released his dick as she flew backwards. He held on tight to her chestnut locks, forcing her head upwards. Their eyes met.

Alex worried that the sudden onslaught of domination was too much for innocent and sweet Jill to handle. He started to loosen his grip, but then stopped himself. Despite the pain and uncomfortable position, Alex noted the hint of a sparkle in Jill’s eyes. She was enjoying this as much as he was.

“That little slut,” he laughed to himself. The rougher he became with her, the wetter Jill grew between her legs. He forced her head down again, and Jill was nose-to-skin with his ballsack.

“Lick,” he commanded, and she happily complied. She licked the entirety of his scrotum, relishing in the tickliness of his curly black hairs on her chin. She lightly grazed her teeth against the skin, and Alex moaned. He grasped the base of his cock, stroking it lightly. Jill had already given him plenty of lube with her blowjob, and his hand slipped smoothly up and down the length of his shaft.

Alex pumped slowly as Jill’s tongue flirted with his nuts. He grazed his fingers down the sensitive underbelly of his cock, making himself twitch with excitement.

Jill grew more adventurous. She carefully drew one of his balls into her mouth and sucked gently. Alex kars escort almost collapsed backwards from the unexpected pleasure from his ballsack, and pumped his cock harder in his hand.

He stopped Jill from sucking any longer, gently pushing her head away from his scrotum. He needed more. He would have come hard with Jill sucking away on his nuts, but he wanted to humiliate her into subservience.

“Lick my asshole,” he commanded.

Jill was stunned. Alex had never, ever, EVER displayed any interest in anal play — that was exclusively Jill’s domain. He’d always claimed (however inaccurately) that men who enjoyed anal stimulation were “gay.” This was weird.

Jill moved her head as if to continue licking his balls and the area between his ass and testicles, but Alex stopped her. He slapped her across the face again, harder this time. It stung, and his hand left her cheek red. Jill realized he was serious.

“But boy butts are gross!” she whined to herself. “His is all hairy and unkempt…” She felt sick at the thought of licking his asshole. Fingering she would have agreed to, but a rimjob? “Ew,” she muttered under her breath.

Alex saw her visible discomfort and heard her mutterings. “I don’t care what you think,” he said, grabbing her chin to make her look into his eyes. “You’re going to rim my ass, and you’re going to like it.” He figured that if she truly hated it, he could make her stop and blow him again. This was a win-win situation. He eased back onto the bed and lifted his legs up higher to give Jill a perfect view of his puckered ass hole.

Jill swallowed her pride and her inhibitions. She was done hesitating. Drawing closer to his ass, she grabbed onto his thighs. She licked cautiously, surprised that Alex’s ass tasted so much like nothing at all. She dove in, licking the sensitive skin of his anus, making small circles around the opening.

Alex had never felt a better sensation. Every flick of Jill’s soft tongue sent shivers down his spine. He cried out in pleasure, begging Jill for more. “Ohhh, baby, that feels terrific…” he moaned, breaking character in the throes of his passion. He grabbed onto Jill’s head, forcing her closer to the kıbrıs escort hole. His other hand was a blur of motion on his fully erect cock. The pleasure building inside was unstoppable.

Jill found herself surprised at how much she enjoyed rimming Alex. She spread his cheeks apart, giving her full control of his pleasure. Her tongue swirled around the entrance to his ass, and she darted it in and out of the hole, fucking him with her tongue.

Alex was nearing the brink of orgasm. His balls tightened, and he felt the sperm rising inside his dick. He grabbed Jill and lifted her onto the bed. He straddled her, sitting on her beautiful, ample chest. Jill grinned, but he smacked her for a third time. “No smiling,” he grunted, resuming the relentless pounding against his meat. “Open wide.”

Jill closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. She wiggled her trapped arm out from under Alex’s strong thighs and licked her finger. Alex was oblivious as he rubbed his bulging cock to orgasm. She stuck her lubricated finger between his ass cheeks and wiggled it until it slipped into Alex’s anal cavity.

Alex groaned. Jill felt a hot splash of come against her bottom lip, and she licked it up. He cried out, rocking his hips against her chest as he released rope after rope of hot jizz on Jill. Semen splashed everywhere: on Jill’s neck, cheeks, and lips. Alex leaned over Jill’s mouth and milked the last drops of come onto her tongue.

Alex collapsed on the bed, exhausted from his efforts. He managed to pin Jill down as she struggled to get off the bed and clean the semen off her upper body. “Suck it off yourself,” he sighed, and closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

Alex watched lazily as Jill scooped up the sticky semen with her fingers. She dragged a trail of come from her shoulder to her neck, and the fluid clung to her skin as she lifted her fingers to her mouth. Alex caught the goo and made her lick his fingers clean. Jill cleaned her upper body of the come, thoroughly enjoying his mess on her slim frame.

After she had licked every last drop of Alex’s come from her body, Jill rolled on top of her boyfriend. She looked into his half-closed eyes, delirious from his climax.

“I like it when you’re in charge, baby,” she mused, running her fingers down his taut frame.

“You do?” he laughed, though he knew before the weekend began that she was going to love what he had in store for her.

“Let’s do it again…”

“Oh, sugar,” he said, “we’ve only just begun…”

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-=Part One=-

Claudia spotted the “new guy” right away. He was all her friends could talk about since she had entered the dark caverns of her favorite goth club, Velvet. “Did you see how long his hair is?!” … “He kind of looks like Armand, from the side” … “Oh god I loooooove his coat” … they all whispered excitedly, blushingly looking at him without trying to be obvious. Claudia was beyond such childishness. She took a long drink of a look at him … well, he certainly was “dark” enough for this place. His long raven-black hair hung well down his back, his long black coat flowed like a cape, he stood very tall, slim and ethereal in the nether world lighting of the place. She couldn’t get a look at his eyes, damn those trendy round purple shades. She gave him one of her practiced “come fuck me” looks … she looked directly at him, dropped her gaze for two seconds, then glanced back up at him from beneath her dark lashes, with a slow, curving smile. Then she turned away as if she hadn’t even seen him. Claudia caught a glance of herself in one of the mirrors. “Not bad, not bad,” she thought, pursing her blood-red glossy lips. She smoothed her black velvet skirt, lifted and wiggled her black leather corset a bit, pushing her breasts out a bit more in the tight black lace top. She tossed her long, curly magenta tresses over her shoulder in what she thought was a very theatrical move. Claudia turned around to check her rear view, her perky ass and narrow hips looked great as usual, and she smiled. She bent to preen some more, adjusting the fold over tops of her thigh-high leather boots, her ass sticking out at a great angle (she knew from practicing in front of the mirror at home) because of her 4″ heels. The lace tops of her black thigh high stockings showed at the hem of her skirt. Claudia was pale, but not sickly pale, she was pale as moonlight and slightly pink. Overall, a pretty hot young woman. And unfortunately for her, she knew it.

Claudia first felt, then saw, the “new guy” approach her. She saw his worn black leather boots in front of her, the bottom of his long duster coat. She looked up, and a tingle ran down her spine. She barely heard her friends whispering even more excitedly as he walked right up to her. He reached a hand out, and Claudia was momentarily confused, she stepped back, bumping awkwardly into the wall. His hand landed on the wall just above her right shoulder, and he leaned against it, his other hand casually in his coat pocket. “Well?” he said. Claudia froze. This was not the usual “whambam” college guy she was used to having as putty in her hands. He was a little older, a little rougher. His lips were sensual yet masculine, his skin as pale as her own, his jaw lean and determined. He was practically grinning, almost maliciously enjoying having thrown her off balance. Claudia shrugged and stood up straighter, proudly jutting out her breasts, and folded her arms in front of her. “Well, what?” she said haughtily. Breathless and trembling inside, she forced herself to remain cold and aloof on the outside.

“I caught your little?smoldering gaze? thing, don’t tell me you haven’t practiced that one for hours, eh?” he grinned, throwing her off balance again, with the force of his perception. He leaned into her, almost touching his cheek to hers, and whispered in her ear, “Games are for children, don’t you think?” Okay, Claudia was pretty much out of her league here, she knew right away. But damn, he was fine. His voice was like rough silk. He smelled of incense. And, she was horny as hell. “What the hell,” she thought, “this might be fun.” Claudia leaned forward until her breasts were grazing his skin through his black silk t-shirt, her hard nipples meeting his firm chest. She softly parted her glossy lips, closed her dark-shaded eyes, and leaned slowly forward to kiss … air! The guy had backed up, crossed his arms, and was … laughing! Okay, now she was pissed. Hottie or no hottie, she didn’t have to put up with this guy! Who did he think he was?! Claudia started to turn and walk away. He caught her arm, roughly turning her back to him, and leaned once again until his cheek touched hers. “My name is Edan. There are some … games … we could play, if you dare, little one.” Little one?! If she DARE?! Claudia laughed and mock-pouted, tossing her hair haughtily in a well-practiced move. She knew how to handle a guy like this, even if he was a little unusual, a guy is a guy, a cock is a cock, she knew what all men wanted. Her friends were anxiously peeking at this little play unfold from behind the tall booth where they sat. Claudia walked over and grabbed her black velvet coat. “‘Edan’ here wants to play some games, I’m outta here, Ciao!” She turned and walked away before her friends could object … “Are you going to be okay?” they worriedly called after her. She didn’t answer. Edan led Claudia out of the club, his hand pressed gently and chivalrously to her back, and Claudia found herself more excited than she had ever been in her entire young life. She grinned like a cat.

-=Part Two=-

“Oh shit, how did I ever get myself into this?!” thought Claudia, wincing as he pulled her ankle tethers even farther apart …

Edan had started his “games” in his car as he drove her to his place … she had done her usual “oops I have to adjust my stockings” routine, and he had obligingly fallen for it (so she thought), running his hand over the soft lace, her softer thigh, up under her velvet skirt. She had sighed and leaned back in the seat, parting her thighs slightly. Edan had teased her slit all during gebze escort the drive, she kept arching her hips to get him to touch her clit and he kept avoiding it, it was a maddening game that she found fascinating. Claudia was a thoroughly modern girl … she had gone out that evening wanting to fuck somebody interesting, and here she was with good ol’ interesting Edan, and she had condoms in her purse. So the rest of the evening had already unfolded in her mind’s eye … she’d seduce him with a little strip tease, give him one of her trademark fanfuckingtastic blow jobs, and then he’d be pure putty in her hands. She felt pretty powerful with her “weapon” of sex, and as thrilling as some of her encounters had been, she still felt contempt for the guys who fell for all her tricks. One thing she had never considered … that she would one day meet a guy who had a few tricks of his own.

Edan led her upstairs to his loft. “Wow,” Claudia gasped, taking it all in. Black cloth draped all of the walls, and black paper shades covered the windows. A few interesting sculptures stood on marble pedestals, skeletal-looking metallic things, mostly. A paper lantern was the only light, until Edan walked around and began lighting candles. Claudia laid her coat and purse on the only chair, and walked around checking out the place, her heels clicking loudly on the concrete floor. There was a king-size mattress on the floor, and tons of pillows, and black satin and red and purple velvet bedclothes. Tons of tall iron candle holders and tons of candles. But other than that, no other furniture or even a kitchen she could see. She grinned, and thought “Well, this is familiar territory, the usual goth hovel, I feel right at home.” She flopped down on the bed, leaned back on her elbows, and crossed her ankles. Of course, her skirt rose to show of those gorgeous lace stocking tops, and her breasts were pushed very much upward in the process. Claudia knew how to make a good presentation.

Edan finished lighting all the candles, and also produced a bottle of champagne and a glass from somewhere (the kitchen must be behind one of the cloths, she thought). He strode over to her and placed the bottle and the glass on the floor next to the bed. Then he knelt at her feet … she moved her thighs apart, and he knelt between them. He poured a glass of champagne and handed it to her. “Where’s your glass?” asked Claudia. Edan said nothing, but slid his hands up her thighs, lifting her skirt up past her hips. Claudia sipped the icy cold champagne, leaning on one elbow, and wiggled her hips to oblige him. Edan pulled off her boots tenderly and slowly, then he pulled off her stockings, trailing kisses down her legs. He placed his hands on her thighs and spread them wide and upward. Her slit was hairless, a small dark triangle of hair at the top, her skin pale and creamy and her pussy lips tender and pink. She did all of her waxing herself, with cold wax strips, in front of the mirror at the end of her bed, so she knew her pussy looked fantastic. Claudia leaned all the way back and confidently abandoned herself to his ministrations, and Edan took her glass and set it on the floor. “Cold!” Claudia gasped and shot up. Edan pushed her back down, and she laughed, realizing that he had just poured champagne from the bottle onto her pussy. She purred and stretched as he began lapping up the champagne with his tongue.

This was better than any game she had hoped for, she was usually the one doing all the work, and here was a guy who seemed to just want to please her. Even if he was a little weird, so quiet, and he still hadn’t taken off his shades. “Well all right,” she thought, “it’s about time I came before the guy does.” Claudia relaxed back onto the bed and stretched her arms over her head, sighing happily. Edan’s tongue worked maddeningly slowly up and down her slit, slowly warming the cold shock of the champagne, barely brushing her clit with each upstroke. Claudia’s hips rose to meet his tongue, wiggling in anticipation. He began to lift her shirt out of her leather corset … Claudia started to unlace it, but Edan said “No! Leave that on. Take your shirt off.” Claudia smiled and slid her shirt up out of the corset, tugging at it, and finally off, revealing her pale and firm young breasts. Her nipples were a medium shade of rose, not too big, not too small. Her breasts were about a B-cup, if she ever wore a bra. Her nipples stiffened quickly in the cold drafts of the loft. Edan lifted her hips and pulled her velvet skirt down, out from under the corset, and off. It felt really strange to have her own corset against her bare skin, something she’d never thought of doing before … the hard leather cut into the bottom of her breasts, it didn’t hurt though. She could picture how great she looked, how high the corset pushed up her breasts. She smiled and purred some more, blinking at Edan coquettishly.

Edan stood up and walked away. “Hey!” Claudia exclaimed. She sat up self-consciously on the edge of the bed, her pussy dripping wet with champagne and her own juices, leather against soft, silken skin in a strange (but not unpleasant) new sensation. Claudia waited, a bit impatiently, for him to get back to licking her pussy. Edan returned from behind one of the cloths, now wearing a black silk robe with red and gold dragons embroidered on it. “Wow, nice,” Claudia smiled. He carried what looked like the robe’s sash in his hands. Edan said “I want to blindfold you. You will feel more, it will heighten every sensation.” Claudia pondered this … she?d read gümüşhane escort about bondage on the net, she?d looked at the pictures … it looked like just a bunch of spiky-leather weirdoes to her, but what Edan was holding was just a silk sash, so there couldn?t possibly be any harm in it, could there? She nodded her assent.

Edan tied the sash around her head, blindfolding her well, but not uncomfortably tight. There was a lot of sash left over, but Claudia didn’t see that. Edan pushed her back down on the bed again. Claudia purred and stretched, arching her hips, stretching her arms out above her like a cat. She did notice the increased sensation that not being able to see was giving her … she hadn?t noticed the slightly cool draft before, or the rough fringe of one of the velvet blankets under her thighs. She relaxed into the sensations, savoring them, and purred and stretched some more.

Edan took this opportunity to grab her wrists. “Hey!” Claudia yelped. He used the remaining sash to tie her wrists together, pulling them down, crossing them behind her neck. He lay her back down gently, soothing her with kisses all over her breasts, whispering for her to trust him,?it will increase the sensation, little one.? He flicked his tongue across her hard nipples … lightly grabbing one nipple between his teeth, causing her to gasp. One of his hands trailed down to her pussy, grazing her clit, causing her to arch her hips almost completely off of the bed. Claudia moaned. He was right, it was more intense, she could really get into this. She relaxed back again, arms comfortably crossed behind her neck. Edan gently lifted her and raised her up higher on the bed, until her feet were at the bottom edge. She opened her thighs and awaited his warm tongue, with her lips curled into a smile.

“Wait! What?! …” Claudia squealed. Okay, the blindfold, no problem. The wrists, she could take. But her ankles?! Where was he getting the stuff to tie her ankles with? She didn’t remember seeing anything, and there weren’t even bedposts. She felt a band around each ankle, it kind of felt like her leather corset, hard but yielding, pulling each ankle towards the side of the bed. Her legs were bent at the knee, her ankles drawn in towards her bottom a bit. She tensed while Edan positioned her body as if he were impersonally molding a doll from clay, and was getting ready to protest again, but soon relaxed as he eased his tongue back down into her waiting pussy. She realized she was still able to buck her hips as she liked. Ahhh, that was better. Edan lapped and lapped at her clit, reaching his hands up to knead her nipples until they were swollen, Claudia rode Edan’s tongue into ecstasy. When she came, it rippled through her like never before, this time it felt like her whole body was coming. She slumped her hips to the bed as the throbbing subsided, and sighed with pure contentment. Tears formed in her eyes. Claudia started talking, “Wow, Edan, oh wow, thank you sooooo much. I mean, I really loved that, I loved coming first. Your turn now, right? I want to suck your cock. C’mon, undo all this stuff, it’s your tur … mmpfffff!” Her voice suddenly muffled as Edan stuffed one of her stockings, all rolled up, into her mouth.

Claudia writhed and pulled on her bonds … damn, they had felt so loose, but now her tears really fell as she realized how well he had tied her. For the first time she felt fear, and the loss of her usual control of a situation. Edan lay down next to her and stroked her pale body. “You have a lot of learning to do, little one. Hush, hush, why object? There’s nothing wrong with a good education. Think of me as your teacher.” He rose from the bed. Claudia heard Edan walking around the room, doing what, she had no idea. She shivered, trying not to cry, afraid she would choke on the gag. She wondered what her “teacher” had in mind for her. She heard Edan return. Suddenly she felt her corset being unlaced … but then re-laced, much tighter than before. Her breasts were now pushed all the way up over the top of the leather, and she gasped for breath. Edan checked her blindfold and wrists, tightening them a bit more. “Oh shit, how did I ever get myself into this?!” thought Claudia, wincing as he pushed her ankles even tighter up to her bottom and somehow fixed them that way from the sides, but at the same time he was licking her clit so sweetly, so gently, caressing her ankles and calves with his slightly rough hands … she felt every sensation as keenly as the edge of a razor blade. Fear and lust mixed freely within her, and her mind reeled as her body instinctively gave in to the gentle bondage.

-=Part Three=-

Edan had been kneeling at the end of the bed for some time, between her bound ankles, doing who knows what. She tried to guess from his movements or the sounds she heard, but gave up. Claudia wriggled as much as she could, trying to regain her previous comfort as best she could. Then she felt Edan stroke her thighs, softly, and trail his sensual warm lips up and down her legs. She relaxed again, not daring to smile, hoping he would move those lips upward and give her another shuddering orgasm. “Owwwffff!!” Claudia screamed, the syllable barely making its way past the stocking gag. Something had burned her thigh. Ow! another burn, and another. She felt something splatter, and realized it had to be candle wax, she’d dripped it on her fingers and hand a few times, out of curiosity, and it felt like that. It only burned for a second, then relaxed into a glow of warmth, as Edan’s izmir escort hands massaged the cooling wax and soothed her hot skin. Claudia relaxed a bit … “This guy is into some kinky shit, but god he made me come so hard, I suppose I can put up with his freaky fetishes.” Then she realized the hot wax was was being dripped closer and closer to her pussy. She thrashed and writhed, only able to raise herself from the waist a little bit because of the tight corset, and not able to close her legs. She screamed beneath the gag. Then Claudia felt his lips close upon her clit once more, as Edan gently took it between his lips and suckled it. He blew on her clit, and the cooling air felt fantastic. Another drip of wax, another, another. Between pain and pleasure, Claudia was lost.

As Edan dropped wax onto her pussy lips, he then swooped down to blow cool air on it, and then give her clit a quick suck, taking her breath away. She feared he would drip the burning wax right into her pussy, and was torn between raising her hips to meet his tongue, and shrinking away in anticipation of the worst burn. Claudia heard Edan blow a puff of air, then smelled that familiar scent of a candle just gone out, and felt something thump down beside her onto the bed. She sighed as much as her newly-restrictive corset allowed, in relief. Her body slumped to the mattress, she had been so tense and not realized it, her body had been arched up like a bow. She felt Edan kneel between her legs, and instinctively spread her thighs wide, she was so horny at this point she really just wanted to get fucked. He removed the stocking gag and she breathed a huge sigh of relief … he laid a finger across her lips and said “Shhh, little one, if you speak, I shall replace it,” and Claudia just nodded meekly. She felt the silken folds of his robe against her thighs, and she raised her hips in anticipation of his cock … yeah, this is what she wanted all along, finally, his warm, throbbing, hard … oh!! Something cold and hard was penetrating her, and it felt a bit bigger than the average cock she was used to.

Edan stroked her clit, and she raised her hips back up, curiously wondering what was going on. Was he using a dildo? It was possible. It felt a bit like the dildo she used in her own bed, although much firmer and much, much bigger. The more of the cold hard phallus went in, the more sure she was, it had to be the candle he?d blown out. It was a bit ridgy feeling right where it went in, wider after it went in a little bit, and then got narrower. Not like any vibrator she’d ever used at in her bed, but just like the candles she used on her little shrine to Robert Smith at home. Claudia relaxed into Edan’s rhythm … he was slowly pumping the candle in and out of her hot pussy, her pink lips turning to red and swelling, glistening … Edan kissed her breasts, her neck, her belly, he flicked her clit some more with his tongue. “Oh, damn, this is great … being fucked and at the same time being kissed all over, yeah, I could get to like this,” Claudia thought. Edan increased the pumping rhythm, and Claudia’s hips rose with every thrust. At least six inches of hard candle was going in and out of her, getting slick with her pussy juices.

Claudia writhed as Edan’s long fingers touched her clit, her pussy lips, gathered her juices and she gasped as he touched her tiny anus. His wet fingers circled round and round the small bud as his other hand kept fucking her with the candle, deeper and deeper. Claudia moaned softly, then bit her lip as the candle paused for a moment … she was afraid to be gagged again, and finally just gave herself to all these new sensations. Edan pushed a pillow under her ass, raising it up even higher. Claudia’s thighs quivered with the strain, her ankles chafed slightly by the leather cuffs. Her breasts felt positively ripe, squeezed upwards so tightly by the leather corset. Her arms were just starting to get a bit uncomfortable, but not much so. She relaxed her hips into the pillow as Edan continued his ministrations. Suddenly the candle withdrew. Claudia felt a burst of disappointment … it didn’t last long, as she now felt what was unmistakably Edan’s hot cock at her pussy entrance. She knew from the feel that Edan had put on a condom, and it had warmed to his cock. She moaned long and deep, as he slid his cock into her wet tunnel, so slowly. He withdrew and teased her clit with the head of his cock, and then she felt his fingers on her again. Pinching and kneading her clit with one hand, and taking her pussy juices to her ass with his other hand, at the same time moving his cock ever so slowly in and out of her pussy, Edan skillfully manipulated Claudia until she was gasping for breath and writhing like mad. With all the wetness he had managed to slip his finger into her anus up to the first knuckle before she even tightened and gasped, but with the continued flicking of her clit, she relaxed and started bucking her hips down onto his finger. She moaned and sighed, she even made soft yet guttural grunting noises as she rocked her hips so that she was fucking his finger in her ass, as he held it motionless. Edan applied his tongue to her swollen clit, continuing to fuck her ass with his wet finger, her juices slipping down her crack to help him. As Claudia began to come, she cried out as Edan withdrew his finger from her ass, and quickly replaced it with what felt just like the candle, or dildo, that had been inside her pussy. She tried to move back, but Edan sucked her clit between his lips, if she moved back she lost contact with him … “Oh god, I want to come so bad!” she thought … she thrust her hips back forward, braving the unrelenting hardness of the candle pressing against her asshole, feeling the electrical shock of the intensity, her every nerve seemed to be on fire, her whole body responding to just that one pressure.

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I wish to again thank the many of you who have voted for this story’s previous three chapters. I also wish to thank the few who commented publically and those of you who have made private message comments to me. It is because of those private comments and votes that I have posted this next chapter. Thanks again to all of you.

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Part 4

You did not sleep well at all last night, yet again. You dreamt those kinky dreams you have on occasion, yet again. The ones where you are tied facing a tree. This time you have leather cuffs on your arm and legs. Your arms pulled up by ropes over branches above you and tied off you do not know where. Your legs are pulled apart, and tied off as well, and you see the spikes in the ground. Having your shoulders, back, cunt, ass, legs whipped and beaten. However, this time SIR is whipping you. You feel his belt, his wooden hair brush, his ruler, his wooden spoon, all his items he told you about at dinner on your, no on “his body” you think. You would have woke up in a huge orgasm from those dreams, just as the whipping really got hard and intense, but not now. SIR did not give his approval to cum and you will no longer try to cum without his approval. Yet you wake up and go back to sleep many times that Monday night remembering everything in the dreams.

As you get up for work on Tuesday, you are again so groggy and tired. You already know it is going to be a very, very, long day this Tuesday and the day has not really started yet. “Is this becoming your new normal?” you wonder. You go off to brew your morning tea and fix your breakfast. Then you take your useless cold shower and dress for work. You notice as you dress that SIR’s cunt is already flowing like a river.

All day at work, you are a hot and horny mess and a total disaster yet again. You cannot concentrate on your work. You are constantly aware of the heat in and on your g-spot. You are constantly aware of the hardness and of the tingling in your nipples and clitoris but now even more intense. Your cunt muscles are squeezing and clinching uncontrollably all day long. Your asshole is tightening and releasing uncontrollably all day long as well. Even as kilis escort you sit at your desk, the tightening/clinching and releasing uncontrollably continues.

Again, you cannot think straight for more than two (2) minutes at a time. Then you think again about last night. You think about the rules and requirements. You are a complete wreck at work. It is very difficult to get any work done at all. You keep thinking about those rules and requirements, rather than the work that needs to be completed. You keep feeling just how hot and horny you are since that message arrived.

Instead of work, you compose the reply to SIR.

Good evening SIR

You humble servant request permission to ask SIR questions.

Your humble servant, Jenifer

You store that message off on your USB stick.

You send SIR the message from the USB stick as soon as you get home and get signed into your e-mail account. You head to the bedroom and begin to undress. As you remove your dress, you notice yet again that both your panties and your pantyhose are soaking wet. Your sex scent is in the aire once again, all around you. You change into PJs and go to the kitchen to cook dinner, checking e-mail every so often.

As you are eating, a message from SIR arrives:

Good evening Jenifer

You may ask your questions

SIR

You sit and compose your message:

Good evening SIR

May I ask if I will have to give up my job?

May I ask if I will have to give up my apartment? What will I do with my property and belongings?

May I ask if I am expected to live with you full time or part time?

I have so many questions that I will need to ask over time SIR.

Your humble servant, Jenifer

You send SIR the message and finish dinner. You clean up the kitchen and start the dishwasher. A message from SIR is present once you complete the kitchen cleanup.

Good evening Jenifer

No, you will not have to give up your job. However, I expect over time that you will do so of your own choosing.

The same is true about your apartment. Should you decide to give up your apartment then I will decide, with your input, what property and belongings will be retained by you, and what property and belongings will be sold off or donated. There is no need for two couches or two beds since those items are already in my house. Whatever is sold off will be put into your retirement kırklareli escort account.

No Jenifer, you are not expected to live with me. You will make that decision on your own. If you decide that you wish to live with me then you will have to beg for my permission to become my live in submissive.

I will answer all of your questions and concerns over time. You will make the decision to submit totally and completely to me and I will take control after you beg me to take you as my submissive and I accept you as my property. The statement of acceptance and compliance is part of the process. However, you will appear before me, naked, on your knees, and beg me to take you as my submissive when the time is right for you.

SIR

You read and re-read that reply again, and again. You think and rethink. You realize that there is no pressure from SIR. You realize that he is willing to wait until you are ready. In addition, you wonder if you are truly ready for this kind of a relationship. Yes, it is what you dreamt for many years, but now here in real life, you wonder. You wonder if you are good enough for SIR. You wonder if you can meet SIR’s requirements.

Then something kicks in, like an automatic pilot, and you start on your statement of acceptance and compliance as required in the instructions.

You spend the rest of the night on that statement of acceptance and compliance. You write and then re-write sections very often on the computer. You use the spell checker to make sure that you have everything perfect.

Then you sit down and handwrite the statement of acceptance and compliance.

The statement of acceptance and compliance takes two (2) full hand written pages when you are complete. State your full name, your full address, you date of birth, your age, your current height in bare feet, your current weight when naked, your eye color, your hair color (and whether the hair color is natural or dyed), and your social security number. You supply all phone numbers you are associated with and identify each by their association to you. You pledge acceptance to all the terms and conditions you received. You clearly state your dedication, your commitment, and your loyalty to SIR. You clearly state that you accept the “The requirements for when this submissive is alone with SIR” terms and conditions. You clearly state that you accept the “requirements for when this submissive is in public with SIR karabük escort or when company is present with SIR” terms and conditions. You clearly state that you accept the “requirements for this submissives’ bathroom privileges” terms and conditions. And lastly, you clearly state that you accept the “requirements for punishment and sexual service to SIR” terms and conditions.

In the next section, you accept the “submissive code of conduct and rules” terms and conditions. You save everything and go to bed

As you get up for work on Wednesday, you are again so groggy and tired. You already know it is going to be yet again a very, very, long day this Wednesday and the day has not really started yet. “This is becoming the new normal for me,” you decide. You go off to brew your morning tea and fix your breakfast. Then you take your cold shower and dress for work. You notice as you dress that SIR’s cunt is still flowing like a river for over 3 days now.

During lunch, you take the statement of your acceptance and compliance to have the statement notarized. The agent reads the whole document and asks if you are sure that you want this document as part of the public record. You state that you so wish. The hand written statement of your acceptance and compliance is then notarized.

The day at work is the same as the last four (4) days. You are badly distracted and unable to concentrate at all.

Once you get home, you send the following message.

Good evening SIR

You humble servant accepts your terms and conditions. May I begin my service to you immediately?

Your humble servant, Jenifer

You head to the bedroom and begin to undress. As you remove your dress, you notice again that both your panties and your pantyhose are soaking wet. Your sex scent is in the aire yet again. You change your pantyhose. The ones you wore today are soaked to the ankles again. You dry your cunt, no, now SIR’s cunt, and you put on fresh pantyhose for SIR. You put on the high heels you wore to the meeting with SIR. You set the camera up on the table, on the small tripod you bought today. You set the timer to 20 seconds, and you place yourself in the place you think is perfect. The photo s taken and you have a “look see” and no it is bad. You take many more photos until the photograph is just right.

By now, the pantyhose you are wearing are again wet to the knees, but you press on. Photos of you holding both pages of the notarized statement of acceptance and compliance are completed, nipples hard, clit hard, and pantyhose soaked again to the ankles. You place the sheets in the large tan envelope and put everything safely away.

You have dinner and do some laundry and housekeeping work. You keep checking for an e-mail message from SIR.

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Lost at Sea

Book 2: Drifters

“You should have come straight to me,” Lord Morant said with an authoritarian stare.

They were standing on the deck of the fishing boat as it pulled away from the docks. Morant, Lynch and Jack had joined them without a word as they boarded the ship. Will had started to speak, but Morant had cut him off.

“Why would I do that?” Will snarled back, still fuming.

“Nae, Will. He’s right,” Captain Vex said. She wore her hat and coat, but her other clothes had still been wet and were packed away, so she was wearing borrowed clothes from Will’s bedroom. She looked a bit rumpled in his oversized breeches and shirt. “As Captain, it was my duty to inform Lord Morant of anything that jeopardized th’ mission. Ye have my apologies, m’lord. We were in a jam and worried about gettin’ caught on the streets. Still, we could’ae figured somethin’ out.”

“A representative of the Kidd family came to me looking for you, Captain. Needless to say I was quite shocked at what I heard,” Morant said sternly.

“I doubt they told ye how things really went down,” Captain Vex said bitterly.

“I do not care, Captain. Guilt in the matter does not concern me. You could have stabbed a dozen of those pretentious backwater nobodies and I would be unmoved. My point is that I should have heard the news first, from you.” Morant’s pale blue eyes were hard as flint.

Captain Vex nodded. “Aye, m’lord. Won’t ‘appen again.”

“You left Janie behind!” Will snapped, his tone pure rage.

“She was never intended to come in the first place. You negotiated for the addition of one extra mouth, not two,” Morant said, one white eyebrow raised.

“I accepted her as part of the crew,” Captain Vex said, “She was going t’ be my Purser.”

“Hmm. If I had known that, I might have been able to make alternate arrangements- yet another reason you should have come to me directly,” Morant said.

“You were the one who suggested that she be taken hostage in the first place!” Will snarled.

“Indeed. She is Magistrate. Half the soldiers on the island watched Mister Kidd put a gun to the head of one of their own. Captain Vex’s earlier brash actions forced the Magistrate into a position where they had little choice but to tacitly support those pathetic pirates. Now that is over,” Morant smiled in satisfaction.

“You planned this?” Will asked, angry and shocked.

“No,” Morant waved his hand dismissively, “As I said, I did not know she would be there. When I saw her, I saw an opportunity and seized it. I dare say everything worked out nicely.”

Will just stared at the nobleman. “I’m not going to forget this, Morant.”

“Lord Morant, if you please.” The pale-eyed nobleman stared back, utterly unmoved by Will’s anger.

“I’m not a citizen of the empire,” Will said. “You aren’t any lord of mine.”

Will turned and stalked away. Bella followed him. Jack watched them leave, then turned around and looked back at the docks shrinking in the distance. They passed the outer reaches of the cove and were in open waters.

The Kestrel sat moored a short distance away, waiting.

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“Captain on deck!” Danica North shouted.

The crew of the Kestrel stopped what they were doing. Those that could stood and faced the Captain as she stepped onto the deck. They didn’t salute. This wasn’t a military vessel. Still, they gave Captain Vex the respect her station was due and waited to hear if the captain had any specific orders.

“As you were,” Captain Vex said with a small nod to her first mate.

“As you were!” Danica bellowed. The deck began to bustle again.

Belita’s boot heels echoed hollowly on the wood. Danica and her husband fell into step along side her. “How are you two holding up?”

“We’re alright, Captain. Lingering headaches,” Danica said.

“No worse’n a good hangover,” her husband added.

“Colin is going to be recovering for a while. We never did find a doctor willing to sign on for this trip, so we can’t tell for sure how bad off he is. Seems like a nasty concussion and some torn muscles in his shoulder,” Danica continued. “He’s insisting on working though. He’s at the helm now.”

“I assigned him a mate to help him out if he needs it and take over when he needs a break,” Mister North added. “He’s mostly fine when he’s leaning on the wheel, but when he has to walk it’s pretty clear he ain’t doin’ well.”

“That’s fine in calm waters. If things get rougher, pull him,” Captain Vex said.

“Aye, cap’n,” Danica said.

“Give me the report.” Captain Vex stopped midship to look around. Her studied eyes scanned the rigging first, then took in the deck itself, looking for anything amiss.

“We’re rigging the last of the smallboats now. As long as we stay out of choppy waters, we can do that on the move,” Missus North said.

“We had to leave without some supplies. We’re close to fully stocked, but we might need to put in an extra stop for provisions along the way. I’ll know kuşadası escort for sure once I finish going through what we brought in with the smallboats,” Mister North added.

“Some of that is Sterling’s personal effects. Have them delivered to my cabin,” Vex said looking over the ship.

“Aye, Cap’n,” Mister North said.

The Captain finished her visual assessment. Everything looked good, save for the ugliness on the perimeter of the ship. There was a lot of improvising happening to secure all nine of the smaller craft. It looked like her master rigger had brought in some rigging ladders meant for a larger vessel. They’d already been hung from the main mast and were somehow being used to help secure the smaller boats. The Kestrel was a mess of excess rope. The smaller boats lined the entire perimeter of the upper deck. There were four on each gently curving side, and one already hung from the aft, right behind the helm, over the kestrel’s nameplate. The Captain sighed. “This is going to make her very topheavy.”

“Aye,” Danica agreed.

“Mister North, can we bring on extra ballast?” Belita asked her Quartermaster.

“We have a lot of Sterling’s barrels filling our hold already. I’ll have any that aren’t being used moved to the low deck and filled with seawater,” North said.

“Let me know when it’s done. We’ll want to do some turn tests. For now, have Mister Strong set the wheel knots at… thirty degrees. Better safe until we know for sure what she can handle right now,” said Captain Vex.

“Aye, cap’n,” Danica replied.

“Oh, and Sterling’s partner has a monkey. Inform the crew,” Captain Vex added.

Danica laughed. “Aye. I’ll pass the word.”

“I’ll make sure the food stores are locked down tight,” Mister North smiled.

“And the valuables. Everything, really. Tell the crew that anything they don’t want to go missing is to be kept in their lockboxes,” Vex smirked.

“Not very well trained, is it?” Mister North asked, amused.

“Oh, quite the opposite,” Captain Vex shook her head. “I’ll be in my quarters. I was up all night, so don’t wake me for anything short of a fire. Get underway as soon as we’re able. You have the ship, Danica.”

The Norths looked at each other, wondering what she could have meant about the monkey, then gave Vex sharp nods and turned to go about their work. Captain Vex unlocked her cabin door and disappeared inside.

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Once the fishing boat had the Captain and the others offloaded, the men who had rowed the smallboats out to the Kestrel disembarked. Lines were cast off and the fishing boat waved away. Danica called out for the anchor to be weighed. A few moments later the sails dropped and fully unfurled.

The Kestrel began to move.

In spite of his seething frustration and anger, Will felt glad to be aboard a ship again. The bustling top deck felt like coming home. The deck moving under him made him realize how much he’d missed the rolling of the waves. He stepped off to the side next to one of the smallboats to get out of the way and watched, getting a feel for the Kestrel and her crew. He liked what he saw.

Bella was not so glad. She felt like she was instantly in the way, and the listing of the deck made her feel unsteady. Her monkey climbed onto her shoulder and hid beneath her hair. Mister Lynch brushed past her carrying a sizable lockbox on his shoulder. For being a thin man, he was apparently quite strong. Lord Morant followed, not bothering to introduce himself to Bella or speak to Will further. Jack followed him, but stopped as she began to pass Will and Bella. She looked back and forth between them.

“You did not tell me you were bringing Bella into this,” Jack said to Will.

“There’s a lot I don’t tell you,” Will shrugged. After leaving Janie behind he was in no mood to deal with Jack.

Jack’s eyes flashed. “This is dangerous,” she snapped.

“You can talk to me, Jack. I’m right here,” Bella said sharply.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. You should not have come,” Jack said. She was trying to sound reasonable, but her voice was intense, almost pleading.

“That’s exactly what he said,” Bella pointed to Will. “He was smart enough to let me make my own choices though.”

“It was the wrong choice,” Jack said flatly. “He knows that. You should have listened.”

“He needs my help,” Bella said. “So do you.”

Jack gave her a withering look. “I most certainly do not.”

“That’s not what the cards say,” Bella shrugged.

Jack’s brows furrowed. She knew what the cards represented. “I do not want your help.”

“You don’t know what you want,” Will said flatly.

“Oh, that is rich coming from you!” Jack snapped.

“I’m here, Jack. Deal with it,” Bella said curtly.

Jack fumed, collecting herself. “Fine.” She looked at Will. “If she gets hurt, I’m taking it out of your hide.”

“Of course you will.” Will started walking away.

“Nice to know you still care,” kocaeli escort Bella said sarcastically, following Will.

Jack looked hurt for a moment, then her temper rose. “Me! I wasn’t the one who-” she cut herself off.

Will stopped and turned around. “Go ahead,” He said patiently. “Finish that sentence.”

Jack just looked at him. Emotions roiled beneath the surface, but none of them came out of her mouth. Finally she just shook her head and began leave. She stopped halfway.

“I am sorry about your… friend. I hope she will be alright,” she said quietly.

“Janie’s tough. She’ll be fine,” Will said. “Thank you, though.”

Jack left.

“Well, this will be a fun trip,” Will said deadpanned.

Bella shrugged. “That could have gone worse.”

“True. I’m pleasantly surprised, really.” Will sighed.

“She’s worse now,” Bella said. “Harsher.”

Will nodded. “Might just be us.”

“Hard to say.” Bella suddenly grabbed onto Will as the ship went from gently listing with the waves to surging beneath her feet as the sails finished unfurling and caught the wind.

Will steadied her with a smile. “You’ll get your sea legs soon. Let’s go to the rear of the ship. It’s more stable there.”

“I’m exhausted, Will,” Bella said. “Is there somewhere we can sleep?”

Will hadn’t even noticed how tired he was until she’d spoken. He’d been awake all night, with his blood up for most of it. He nodded. “Good idea. We’ll get the tour later.”

They crossed the deck. A number of the sailors paused their actions to watch Bella walk. She was clearly having trouble with her balance. As if that wasn’t comical enough, her haphazard swaying and jostling was doing impressive things to her chest. Will sighed and rolled his eyes. “You’d better get your sea legs soon, or you’re going to cause accidents.”

Bella glared at him. “You’re one to talk, Curse Boy.” All around them, sailors’ eyes wandered toward the gorgeous N’madi newcomer.

Behind them someone dropped something heavy and swore. Bella looked surprised, then glared harder. Will laughed, then looked sheepish. “That probably wasn’t your fault. Maybe.”

He knocked on the door to Belita’s cabin. A few long moments later the Captain opened the door with a glare that could have matched Bella’s. “Don’t knock. It’s your cabin too. Just come in.”

Will and Bella entered and shut the door. Bella grabbed the wall as the ship listed. It was dark. All the lamps on the walls were out save for the small one next to the door. They could make out Belita’s outline but not much else as their eyes started to adjust. She had pulled on her captain’s coat like a robe to answer the door. Now she pulled it off and hung it on the wall below her hat. Her silhouette, only faintly lit by the door lamp, was glorious. She wasn’t being teasing. In fact, she seemed a bit grumpy. She gracefully swayed with the ship to the bed and unceremoniously tossed herself into it.

“There’s enough room for all of us. Crawl in an’ shut up,” Belita grumbled.

Will and Bella looked at each other in the dim light, then started undressing.

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“I don’t know what to do, Quinn,” Jack said. “I think I could have handled Will alone. I’m not ready for both of them. I’m… I don’t know if I can do this.”

“You rarely speak of them,” Quinn said. He sat on the bed, his back against the wall. Jack was leaning back against his broad chest, her head in the crook of his shoulder.

“There’s too much to say. They hate me now. I thought there was some way to… I thought Bella at least would understand, but she sided with him. Now, they’re… together. I guess. I just have to accept my fate,” Jack sighed.

“Do they know what you did?” Quinn asked.

“They know the consequences. I tried to tell Bella once, but she didn’t listen. All she heard was that I’d left Will behind and she lost it,” Jack shrugged.

“Would you like me to speak with them?” Quinn asked.

“And say what? That is was you? Take the blame for me? It was my choice. Both times,” Jack said.

“Your motives were selfless,” Quinn said firmly. More than anything, that mattered to him.

“I still screwed up. It didn’t work. Well, not for Will anyway, and Bella doesn’t… she thinks her own power got her through.” Jack rubbed her face and tried to calm her nerves. “She’s proud. Maybe she’s right? Who knows?”

“I do,” Quinn said. “Miss Fortuna would not have survived without you, and Mister Stirling has thrived because of you. The fact that neither of them understand that does not change the facts.”

“But it does change how they feel about me,” Jack said bitterly. “I don’t know what to do about it without breaking your rules.”

“You know how you could change this,” Quinn said gently.

“No! I do not want to lose you.” Jack turned to Quinn and put her hand on his face, gazing into his black eyes. “You are all I have left. I fought too hard for you just to lose you to amend my own mistakes.”

“I konya escort am glad for it,” Quinn said with a small smile. “I have enjoyed our time together. I would not want to see it end so soon.”

“How is it that you are the worst and best thing to ever happen to me?” Jack asked.

“It is my nature. The price of getting what you want always has been getting what you once wanted,” Quinn said with a small smile. “Often, the desire of a thing is preferable to the having.”

“I suppose you would know.” Jack took a deep breath. “What should I do, Quinn?”

“It is not my place to say, Mistress,” Quinn said gently.

“Well, what would you do in my place?” she asked.

Quinn was quiet for a time, thinking. “I would prefer not to say, Mistress. I am afraid my answer may influence you.”

“That’s the point, Quinn. I’m at a loss, and I trust your judgement. I’d really like some influence. Please tell me,” Jack slid herself down and repositioned so that she was laying with her head on Quinn’s thigh instead of against his chest. She looked up at him, waiting.

“I would tell them the truth,” Quinn said.

“I thought I couldn’t? Doesn’t that break the rules?” Jack was confused.

“You misunderstand, Mistress. You have been careful not to deviate from my instructions, but you never asked their purpose. Most of what I told you was in regards to the limits of what I can or will do, but others are simply preferences. You did not ask for clarification, so I did not give it,” Quinn said. “I cannot command you, and would never wish to.”

“So, all those rules… they were just… guidelines?” Jack asked.

“Strong ones, but yes,” Quinn said. He did not sound happy at having to admit that.

“I feel a bit like you tricked me Quinn,” Jack said with a small smile on her face.

“I did, Mistress. I have learned that it is best to give new masters very firm guidelines right away. I had hoped you would never find out. I will submit to whatever punishment you feel is necessary,” Quinn said. He did not sound upset or remorseful, merely resigned.

“You were protecting yourself. You did not know me then,” Jack shrugged.

“I appreciate your understanding,” Quinn said with a small, rare smile.

“So I should just tell them?” Jack asked, somewhat rhetorically. “I can see why you didn’t want to answer. That could create a lot of problems.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Quinn agreed.

“You didn’t have to tell me just now, did you?” Jack asked, still trying to work everything out in her head.

“Not so directly, no,” Quinn admitted. “I may have been able to come up with a way of wording things that would not have revealed my earlier deception. I have come to respect you in addition to simply serving you. I know this issue has caused you great pain for years now, and you have endured it for my sake even when the fastest way to be free of it would be to disregard my feelings on the matter. Having met both Mister Sterling and Miss Fortuna, I am willing to accept the risk to my wellbeing to help you. Neither one of them is what I would consider deeply selfish or immoral.”

“Isn’t it a bit soon for you to be able to tell that?” Jack asked.

“No,” Quinn said simply.

Jack chuckled. “Well, I appreciate that. You really don’t know them, though. They’re both utter scoundrels in their own ways. That’s why we got along so well,”

“You make my argument for me. You may consider yourself a scoundrel, but it is a superficial description. Of all those I have served, few have matched you in terms of selflessness and loyalty,” Quinn said, stroking his knuckles along Jack’s arm.

“They might disagree,” Jack sighed.

“Then they would be wrong,” Quinn said.

“I’ll think about it. I want to at least try to mend things without putting you at risk,” Jack said. She closed her eyes and, using Quinn’s leg as a pillow, drifted off to sleep.

“As you wish, Mistress,” Quinn said. He didn’t move at all while Jack slept.

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Will hadn’t moved at all while Bella and Belita slept.

The bed was large, especially for a ship’s bed, but not large enough to sleep three easily, so they’d found the most comfortable position was for Will to be in the middle and Bella and Belita to press their backs against his sides. They’d piled their pillows against his shoulders. Bella had held onto Will’s arm like a child with a stuffed animal. On Belita’s side he just hung his hand off the edge of the bed.

He hadn’t moved in hours. When he woke up he was sore and a tad hungover. Had the drunken misadventures at Merry Mary’s really been just last night? It already felt so long ago. His hands were numb.

He never would have guessed that sharing a bed with two beautiful women would have so many logistical issues.

As he began to stir, Belita woke up. She was one of those people who slept lightly and adjusted to wakefulness near instantly. She rolled her head on his shoulder and side-eyed him for waking her. Then she sighed and swung her feet off the bed to sit up.

“Sorry,” Will said quietly. Belita stretched like a cat, putting her hands on the low ceiling and pushing, arching her back and throwing her hips back. Her profile was exquisite and Will could feel himself responding beneath the blankets.

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Elena lifted her head slowly as the pounding on the door continued. She wriggled under her husband.

“Aric, get off of me. There’s someone at the door. I have to answer it or they will get the manager to open it,” she urged as she continued trying to escape from his pinioning weight.

“What?” he groused as if coming out of a trance.

“Let me up! I have to answer that,” she scolded as the communications console next the bed began to chirp noisily. “Answer the phone and I’ll take care of whoever is at the door,” she said calmly as he rolled off of her. She winced as a fresh spurt of pain filled her when his dick slipped out of her tired bleeding anus. She grabbed the robe at the end of the bed, shrugging into it she tied the belt, and slipped quickly over to the door. Before opening it, she glanced over her shoulder. Aric was sitting up. He reached over to the phone and was about to push the button on it. She ran her hand through her tousled hair before opening the door.

“Can I help you?” she asked the uniformed officer standing in the hall with two other guardsmen behind him.

“Is everything all right, ma’am? Your neighbors called saying that there were screams coming from your room.” The man said, eyeing her robe and rumpled appearance. He leaned forward trying to see around her into the hotel room.

“Yes, everything is fine. I got little carried away. Sorry but it just felt so good.” she said impishly, trying to keep her body between him and the room.

“Ma’am, there was a report of things breaking.” The man spoke so softly that no one other than she could hear him.

“Oh, I…” she looked at him uncertainly.

“Do you need help?” the man asked, sympathy in his eyes.

“I don’t know how you could help me…he’s my husband.” she whispered back.

“Has he hurt you?”

She nodded and let her robe loosen enough that he could see the bruises around her waist where Aric had held her while he had fucked her on the spacecraft. She wasn’t going to let the man know that she was fair of skin and bruised easily. Let him think that she was being abused. Perhaps that would get rid of Aric temporarily. Then she could set the wheels in motion for HER own revenge without her troublesome husband always underfoot. It would be the perfect excuse.

* * * * * *

The security guard paled as he saw the vivid green, black, and blue bruises that covered her slender waist and her lower abdomen. He could also see healing bite marks on her shoulder and the swell of one of her breasts. Either this woman liked rough sex, or she had been abused within the last week. He reached out and tugged the robe closed and retied it.

“It’s all right, Mrs…” he said quietly as he pulled her out of the doorway and into the hallway while he motioned for the two men behind him to enter the room.

It was over in a few brief but loud minutes as the two men jumped onto the bed and pinned a very startled Aric to the bed. One man whipped out handcuffs and restrained Aric’s hands behind him. They also bound his feet. His furious cursing could be heard out into the hallway where the security guard and Elena stood.

“I don’t know what I am going to do,” she sobbed into his chest. “Once he gets out of jail, he’ll beat me so badly he will kill me for sure.”

“Shhhh, you can come home with me.” He soothed.

“But I can’t…”

“Just until you can find a place of your own. The first thing you should do, ma’am, is get an order of restraint against him.”

“I’ll think about it,” she whispered.

A few minutes later the town enforcers showed up to retrieve a very irate Aric. Elena refused to even look at him as they carried him out of the room And then down the hallway. One of the enforcers walked over to Elena and the security guard.

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry about this. But I need to ask you a few questions.” the enforcer said as he led her to a nearby empty room. Another enforcer was in Elena’s and Aric’s room taking photos of the broken lamp and gathering other evidence.

Elena sat down and accepted the cup of water that was offered to her. The enforcer sat down across from her. The security guard stayed with her also.

“How long have you been married to your husband?” he asked as he drew out a handheld computer.

“We just got married. This is our honeymoon.”

“I see. Has this ever happened in the past?” he asked.

“No, he’s changed since we got married. He has an…unnatural fetish.”

“And what would that be, Ma’am?”

“He likes kinky sex,” she said as she lowered her gaze, pretending to be deeply ashamed.

“Kinky?”

“Yes, he likes anal sex. I’ve never even thought of a man wanting to do that.”

* * * * * * Kat stood on the balcony and watched as her chosen rode towards the stables. The fierce tugging that had accompanied his departure had eased now that he was back on the palace grounds.

When he came out of the stables, she moved back into the shadows of the balcony. There was no way she kahramanmaraş escort was going to let him realize that she had been waiting on him – like a worried wife does on her late arriving husband. Until they got married, she planned on keeping her distance. She didn’t trust herself not kick his ass, or worse, rape him. She waited until he entered the palace before leaving the shadowed balcony.

She walked into her suite then hurried over to the door where she turned the lock. She didn’t expect Charlie to seek her out, but she didn’t want to find out that he had gotten over his anger and wanted to make up. She wasn’t done being mad yet, she decided.

* * * * * *

Charlie walked briskly into the main hall. He quickly scanned the hall looking for Kat. He frowned when he saw that she missing. It was nearly time to have the evening meal. Where was she- where was His Hellkat?

He paused next to the table. King Mica and Master Iason were already seated.

“Where is she?” he asked softly, locking eyes with his Condocefacio.

“Who?” Jason asked as he snapped open his napkin and laid it across his lap.

“You know damn well who I am talking about, Master Iason.”

“Don’t take that tone of voice with me, young man.” Jason said stiffly. “As to where my granddaughter is, well, that is for you to figure out. The last time I spoke with her, she was mighty upset with you.”

“She’ll get over it.” Charlie said between clenched teeth.

“And if she doesn’t?”

“That’s her problem. We are chosens. We’re getting married and that’s the end of it.”

“Well, you better inform her off that fact. She is under the assumption that your wedding is “off”. I do believe she is planning to leave.” Jason said seriously.

“Like Hell!” Charlie shouted before he strode out of the room, in search of his wayward bride.

* * * * * *

King Mica turned to Jason and saw the smile that crossed the Master Warrior’s face.

“Did she really tell you that she was planning on leaving?” Mica asked as he reached for his glass of wine.

“Yes. She was planning on riding out in the morning and meeting Rand and Gracie.” Jason said with his tongue in cheek.

“You are just plain evil.” Mica chuckled.

“I know.” Jason replied honestly – grinning from ear to ear.

* * * * * *

Kat stared at the door as someone continued to pound on it. She had a good idea of who it was, but she was damned if she was going to answer it. Let him stew for awhile — a long while.

“Katrina Littlebird – open this damn door! You’re not leaving me!” Charlie yelled through the door.

She listened for a few moments but when it grew quiet she realized that he had not gone away. She wasn’t sure how he had entered her room before but she had a sneaky suspicion that he was going to use the same mode of entry this time.

When she turned around to walk towards her open window, she was just in time to see the floor length tapestry that hung on her wall move to the side. She stared in amazement as her huge chosen squeezed himself through the small opening. She stood frozen in her tracks as he straightened and headed towards her. Her every inclination told her that she should run; that the look in his eyes wasn’t to be trusted, because he looked like he wanted to devour her whole — clothes and all.

“What?” she asked defensively. She inhaled sharply when he stopped inches from her trembling body. All she could see was his wide torso. She dared not make eye contact with him. Her body was already singing to her; she knew that if she saw the desire in his eyes, she would lose what little self-control she had left.

“You’ve gone and done it, Hellkat.”

“Done what?” she mumbled.

“You’ve pushed and pushed until you worked your way under my skin. You decided long ago that you wanted me — well you succeeded – so now you are stuck with me.” He said huskily before reaching under her arms and lifting her higher and higher until she was face to face with him.

She squeaked in protest before his mouth covered hers. Kat caught her breath as desire ‘flash-flooded’ her system. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist to hold on as they hungrily explored each other’s mouths. She moaned as he ripped his mouth away from hers. Like a baby bird with its’ mother, she tried to recapture his mouth. Her blood was pounding while she could feel the wetness inside of her seep onto her nylon panties. She had never been aroused this fast before. She had thought that her previous kisses with him had been intense but this made her insatiable.

“There will be no more talk of leaving me, Hellkat. You’re mine and you are going to stay mine!” he growled before fastening his mouth on the side of her neck and sucking strongly. Kat arched in his arms as arrows of pleasure shot through her neck straight down to her yearning pussy. She was so close! How could she be this close? They hadn’t even done anything yet!

“Shhh…I kastamonu escort know, I know! From now ’til the time we bond, this is how it’s going to be. Our first time will be fast and furious, baby. We won’t be able to control it,” He whispered against her neck.

Kat shivered as she squirmed in his arms. Her sensitive nipples were pressed hard against him.

“But once we get our first time out of the way, I plan on loving you slowly,” he continued as he slowly tongued the inside of her ear. “I’ll be drawing out every caress, every kiss until you are begging me to finish it. Then I might just have mercy on you. I plan on licking and nibbling on every inch of you. I plan on having you dressed in just your sexy little underwear.”

Kat moaned deeply as she crept closer to the edge. Damn, she thought. She wasn’t going to come from just his voice alone! She wasn’t that desperate- that weak — or was she!

“The first time I will probably rip them off; but I have bought you extra pairs of that sexy nylon underwear. I want to kiss every inch of your pussy through them, Katrina. I’ve been dreaming of it since the day you threw your underwear at me. Can you feel me? Can you feel me licking your wet folds? I want to suck on your lips through the nylon. Damn how I want to do that!” he groaned.

“Charlie!” she pleaded as he cupped her ass in the palms of his hands and rocked her wet mound against his hard ridged stomach.

“And them I’m going to pull the crotch of those panties aside, Kat. Do you know what I am going to do then?” he whispered just before he slid her further down his torso, aligning their pelvises. She cried out harshly as he started to buck against her – pressing his erection against her mons.

“Please!” she breathed as she skated on the edge of an incredible release.

“I’m going to suck on your hard little clit. Can you imagine that, Hellkat? Can you feel me sucking it into my mouth before I drill it mercilessly?” He groaned against the top of her head as they ground their bodies wildly against each other.

Kat began to pant hoarsely as she fought for her orgasm.

“Then after you come, I’m going to lick up every drop.” he muttered between clenched teeth as he felt her start to shake in his arms.

Kat drew in a ragged breath just before she exploded! She screamed as she flew over the edge.

“Yes baby. Come for me. Cum hard!” Charlie growled as he spun around and pressed her against the wall.

* * * * *

Charlie groaned as she arched under him. Don’t ask him how – but he could feel every ripple of her orgasm rush through her. It was almost as if he was inside of her already! His chest pumped up and down raggedly. His heart pounded! He could feel the dampness soaking through her panties where she was pressed against his dryla pants. He longed to yank them out of the way and bury his aching cock inside of her. He couldn’t remember the desire ever being this intense and demanding with Deanna. He felt like he was going to come out his skin if he didn’t come!

But he had to control himself. It wasn’t time – not yet – he thought as he tried to control the bucking of his hips against hers.

* * * * * *

Kat sighed as her orgasm faded. She could feel the hardness of the wall against her back and the warmth of Charlie against her front. She opened her eyes. She could see Charlie braced against her with his head thrown back. She could feel him fighting to control the desire that was still racing through him. Instinctively, she knew that he was skating on the ragged edge. He desperately needed release she realized; he was fighting against it but he was forgetting one factor – HER! She reached up and yanked his head down to hers.

Charlie growled as he met her eyes. She could see the liquid silver swirling in their depths. He was right at the edge, she realized. It wouldn’t take much to push him over. And regardless of whether or not she was mad at him, she couldn’t leave him like this.

“Don’t fight it, Charlie. Take your release,” she pleaded with him.

“No, I can’t. I can’t risk it,” he panted as he fought her and his own body’s demands.

Kat frowned. She wasn’t going to accept this. Surely there was a way to break through his fragile control. She was damned if she was going to be the only one to have an orgasm! Then the idea struck her, as she remembered what he had moaned the last time that he had come for her.

“Isn’t this how we are going to bond, baby?” she whispered in his ear. “Isn’t this how you will make me your chosen? Pressed against a wall, taking your hard thrusts until you make me come and you spill your seed deep inside me?” She softly purred at him before sucking his ear into her mouth.

“Fuck yes!” He groaned as he arched in her arms and bucked wildly against her as he flew over his edge. Kat screamed in surprise as his orgasm triggered her own climax again, and she was dragged back over the edge with him. Their love kayseri escort – their bond triumphed again.

* * * * * * For the next few moments, the only sound heard was their breathing filling the room. Kat sighed deeply as she slumped against the cool fabric of his shirt. She felt limp and sated for the moment but she knew from experience it wouldn’t take long for her to return to the ragged edge. Her grandfather told her that she would continue to be ‘on edge’ until the bonding ceremony was complete.

“Mine,” Charlie growled as he ran his hands up her back. Kat slowly lifted her head and met his possessive gaze.

“What did you say?”

“You’re mine. No other male shall ever claim you, Hellkat. I’m sorry about earlier. Please remember this moment — this day – the next time that I anger you.”

“Why’s that? Because you actually apologized for acting like an idiot?” She asked.

“No, because this is the day that I am putting the past where it belongs. YOU are MY future. I am letting go of what Deanna did to me. Do me a favor, Hellkat?” he whispered into her hair.

“What?”

“Replace my bad memories of magic with good ones?”

“Gladly, King Charles,” she whispered against his shoulder.

“That’s King Charlie to you,” he scolded, the laughter evident in his voice.

* * * * * *

Jason stared out the window in frustration. He wasn’t sure what to do about his granddaughter. She may have spoken to him about Charlie, but she still was being closed-mouthed about what had occurred in the council meeting the day that he arrived. He had a feeling that she still hadn’t forgiven him about what had happened in ITS. Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. He wished that he had done things differently now. But as his adoptive countrymen said, hindsight was indeed twenty-twenty. He knew that he had mishandled the whole situation with ITS. He should have gone to the council when she had been punished for the breaking on the “No power” law.

“Such deep thoughts, my friend,” King Mica commented as he joined Jason at the window.

“Yes. I am worried about her.”

“I can understand that my friend. You had a hard decision to make, Master Iason. No parent wants to see their child placed in danger or hurt. I can only imagine how it is for you, because she is your granddaughter, and the expectations that she faced from being in that position. You’ve known for a long time what she was going to have to go through. She did not know and so she did not feel the pressure.” He placed his hand on Jason’s shoulder to comfort his worried friend.

“What am I going to do, Mica, if she decides to never forgive me? I couldn’t get her out of there. I had no legal authority over her. I begged her mother to send her back home. But she was so bitter about her own exile that she didn’t want her own daughter to have something that she couldn’t have. I even tried to visit her once, but I was turned away without even seeing her by the headmistress of that awful place. I was told that Kat’s mother had decided that Kat was not to receive any visitors. She claimed it was for Kat’s own good.”

“Why would your daughter do that?”

“She was paid well by the headmistress,” Kat said as she joined the men by the window.

Jason turned and looked down at her.

“What?”

“Why are you so shocked, Grandpa?” Kat asked bitterly. “My mother received a monthly check from ITS.”

“Are you sure?” Jason whispered as a shard of pain hit him. He couldn’t believe that his daughter would sell her own daughter.

“Yeah. She would taunt me with it when I stepped out of bounds; or when I wouldn’t do as she asked. The headmistress was a real piece of work.”

“And this woman was given charge of children?” Mica asked, anger evident on his face.

“Scary huh?” Kat retorted. She sighed in pleasure as Charlie walked up behind her and wrapped one arm around her. She leaned back with a sigh of pleasure. Jason smiled in response to the obvious affection between his granddaughter and his student. He still had a hard time believing that his student had become the King of his grandmother’s prophesy.

* * * * * *

“I need to talk to you, Master Iason, if you have a free moment,” Charlie said after Kat had been summoned away from them by an urgent call for a healer from the clinic.

“Of course.” Jason said as they walked down the hall towards Charlie’s solar. After entering the large room, Charlie got straight to the point.

“You are right. I need to go through the removal ceremony. But it has to be before the Renewal Festival.”

“I was wondering when you would come to your senses.” Jason said with pleasure.

“Well, I kind of got the ‘sense’ knocked into me.” Charlie laughed. “My mother can be rather persuasive when she wants to be.”

“All good women can be.”

“Aside from that, I have a feeling I am going to need every scrap of ability that I possess to keep up with my Hellkat. I am going to have gray hair before it’s all said and done.”

“It seems like you two have mended fences.”

“Well, I finally realized that under it all – the magic, the prophesy, her status as a healer – those things that I thought were obstacles mean nothing. She is my chosen and I’m hers. And heaven help me if I deny her claim.”

Jason laughed softly.

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0001 – Tempro

0003 – Conner- Thomas

0097 – Ace – Zimmel

0098 – Lucy

0101 – Shelby (mother ship)

0125 – Lars

0130 – Gillese

0200 – Ellen

0250 – Tendra

0301 – Rodrick

0403 – Johnathon

0505 – Craig

0660 – Realla

0778 – Jan

0798 – Celeste – Shelby (human)

0805 – Toran

0808 – Radella

0881 – Handrax

0908 – Tara – Mara

1000 – Sherry

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Ungrown – unnumbered

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0100 – Derry (father ship)

Rescued from Tendraxians

so far

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2 on Shelby both in re-gen

8 on Lucy

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Known and OR numbered

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0501 – Thaddeus

???? – Lena

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missing – 0667 – Marco

0999 – Zan – still lost

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“Soon he who claims to be my brother, this will be over and you? You will be dead at my paws.” Kattra hissed.

Kandra only grunted as a plan formed then he nodded, the thing was though would his brother fall for it?

Kandra rushed a surprised Kattra who deflected a downward diagonal strike, then twisted back with his sword. He went for a killing decapitating blow, only to stop short with a gasp as Kandra’s sword pushed through his chest.

Blood started to flow from his mouth as he growled at Kandra then spit at him. “Enjoy while you can, my followers will have your head in little time.”

Kandra sneered as he yanked his sword free with a sad look. “Not in this lifetime brother,” he said as he watched Kattra’s body fall.

Kandra bent to drawing his long knife, thrusting it into Kattra’s chest removing the heart.

He then stood holding the bloody organ up, “the challenge is finished. I am, as I was, the true Emperor,” with that he took a bite from the heart.

“Now, we will stop this rebellion, we will return to life and not death.” Turning to his command he said, “I want all involved captured. Have them brought to the throne room where they will be truth scanned.”

Kandra then turned to the image of Thomas, “I am honored that you allowed me to witness this.” Thomas said as he bowed.

Kandra nodded as he placed his brother’s heart on a platter beside him. “You and your Emperor brought great honor to us. It seemed only right to return the favor.”

“I have been in contact with my Emperor. He might have an idea that could suppress the fear that many have from the Princess not being here,” Thomas started. “He also warned me from getting too much involved.”

Kandra nodded as Thomas went on to outline just what Derrick had told him.

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Jimison and Difina were both panting hard, the exercises today were definitely different. Jimison had also noticed that Difina and the master were moving far faster than they had the day before.

Jimison barely avoided a blow from Kimon, reacting without thinking. “So worthless, you have learned something after all. Death isn’t going to take you as easily. It is about time the both of you woke up!”

Kimon suddenly accelerated his attacks upon Jimison, surprised when the man avoided almost all of them. The commander had been correct after all. It appeared that, the both of them were starting to take this more serious than they had before.

With a slight smile Kimon again accelerated even more, so his Gakusei, both of them were reaching the higher levels.

Kimon kept going up in speed ’til her got through Jimison’s defenses. Ah! Good Kimon thought, the man was almost twice as fast as the day before. Another slight smile came to his face as Jimison was thrown back by a hit.

Jimison sprang off the wall as he directed all his energy towards his master. He stopped, falling to the floor as Kimon held up a hand to stop him. “Rest, meditate, now the real training can begin, if your mate to be is as ready.”

Jimison looked at Kimon with a shocked look then towards Difina. With a thud Jimison sat to begin meditating.

A smile came to Difina’s face, as she took her defensive position against Kimon.

“Now, unworthy mate of Jimison. We shall see if you have listened as well as he has.” Kimon said as if he was bored.

Even as they started, Kimon noticed that her stance and actions were indeed better than before. Much like with Jimison, he increased his speed to almost the exact point that he had before.

Much like Jimison she avoided almost everything, then like Jimison she was heading for the wall. With a ferocious roar, Difina was flying off the wall toward Kimon. She also dropped to the floor as Kimon held up a hand.

“You also meditate, rest. As I said now the actual training can begin. I won’t go soft nor easy. What have you felt before? Is only a warmup for, the real work we will start tomorrow,” Kimon said as hatay escort he bowed to them then left the room.

Both Jimison and Difina could only look at each other. Real training? Warm up? Jimison sat a moment then his eyes opened wide. “He has only been training us in the basics. I believe we start to learn advanced techniques tomorrow.”

“This was easy?” Difina asked. “Here I thought we were into the hard techniques.”

“No, we had to learn these before, he taught us the more complicated and deadly forms.” Jimison said with a concerned look on his face.

Difina, could only stare at Jimison with a shocked look then a smile slowly crept to her features.

“So my mate, we are a deadly force now,” Difina said her smile growing ’til Jimison spoke.

“At the moment we can defend against a great many. What we learn next? THEN, we will be a deadly force,” Jimison said a smile on his lips.

Difina’s face showed brief shock, then her smile returned, “that will be good my mate.”

Jimison nodded as he thought, will it? They would be far deadlier than they were. His temper was bad enough, though hers? He might be the only one that could stop her, maybe.

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Hartwell watched as Johnathon worked nonstop to discover a cure for Bee’s condition. He still felt like taking the ship to Bee’s planet and shooting all the males.

A shake of his head had him sitting, if he ever did something like that, Bee would hate him. That he had decided, was something he was no prepared to have happen.

He watched as Johnathon did everything that he could, as of yet, they still hadn’t been able to stabilize Bee’s readings. He’d have thought with her bond to him something from him would work.

None of the fluids from his body would do, they would kill her with the drugs that were in her. Afterward, there was a good chance but not before. Hell, he felt he was lucky she hadn’t died from him touching her.

As he had told Johnathon, he’d never been in love so, he wasn’t sure if this was. If only…

A commotion on the other side of the med-bay drew his attention. Then the defiant, yelling voice had him turning.

“I am fine damnit! Let me out of this damn torture bed!” Came a female voice.

Hartwell quickly went to his sister as she was struggling to get out of the bio-bed. “You know you can’t… Hartwell started.

The glare from Lucie Hartwell had him snapping his mouth shut. “Get me the hell out of here now! I will make your life a living hell if you don’t!” Lucie Hartwell said between clenched teeth.

“Johnathon!” Hartwell yelled making the holo-gram appear. “Why is she still confined to the bio-bed?”

“Well Prime, I still have not determined that her mental capacities are at optimum.” The holo-gram said.

“You have a way to do this? Hartwell asked.

“At the present, no Prime,” Johnathon said.

“So, if you have no real test for it, why is she still restricted to the bio-bed?” Hartwell asked. “I think,” here Hartwell looked at the smirk that was starting to dominate Lucie’s features. “Her cognitive abilities are good.”

Johnathon looked at Lucie then Johnathon, then back to Lucie. Johnathon, then nodded as there was a pneumatic hiss, then Lucie was free. “If you were alive, I would make your life hell for a while.” Turning to Hartwell she said, “So once again you saved me, this is getting old. I am no weak wimpy female.” Here she poked Hartwell’s chest, “you’d best remember that brother.”

“I could never forget that, though I need to talk to you. I am having trouble with something. Something, that I am afraid I have no knowledge of” Hartwell said with his head bowed.

Lucie looked at her brother a moment, my god she thought. This was serious, she’d not seem him this undecided nor lost in a very long time.

“I’ll do what I can to help, what in the hell is going on? I hope I can help; I told the Emperor I’d do all I could,” Lucie said.

Hartwell sat with a thud as he started to describe all that had happened with Bee. How he felt around her, how she seemed to react around him.

Lucie listened the whole time, seeing and feeling an almost sense of desperation from Hartwell. If she didn’t know that he was as serious as he was, she’d have been on the deck laughing.

Finally finished, she saw her brother turn to her again with a look of desperation on his face. She could see he was waiting for her to speak.

“Ok, a few questions to clear up a few things. Do you have feelings for her, what I mean does it hurt when you are apart? Does the pain go away when you think of her?” She asked as she saw her bewildered brother nod his head. Oh boy she thought, he has it bad though how to tell him. “So, what do you think it is?”

“How the hell do I know? I’ve never felt anything like this before. At first, I thought my heart was bad, Johnathon said my heart rate was up, as was my blood pressure. He said my temperature rose when I was around her,” Hartwell ığdır escort said.

“Hmmmm,” Lucie started, “I think you might, be in love for the first time in your life. Actually, I find it fantastic that you are finally alive, not a stiff figure.”

Hartwell’s face held nothing but shock. Love? What in the hell was his sister talking about? His mouth still hanging open Hartwell had to ask, “Love? How in the hell do you know?”

“I can’t be certain, though all the signs so far point to this being the only thing I can see.” Lucie said doing her best to suppress a smile.

“You can’t be certain, great, here we are at a crucial point in all this and the both of us are uncertain.” Hartwell almost growled.

“Hey!” Lucie yelled at the look of uncertain anger on her brother’s face. “I am not an expert on the subject, ok? I have only experienced it twice when I was a lot younger. Don’t go getting pissed at me, I am no weak female you can boss around. As a matter of fact,” here Lucie took up a martial arts stance.” Bring it brother if you don’t believe me. As I said you caught me unaware before, that won’t happen again.”

Hartwell glanced at his sister; he then nodded his head. She had a look of fierce determination like Kimon. He had to ask himself though, where in the hell had she learned the art?

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Derrick shook his head as he read the report from the Delcron Empire. A small grin came to his features, he was glad that the same incident hadn’t occurred here.

His eyes opened wide went he got to the part about the emperor taking a bite from his brother’s heart.

Derrick was about to reach for the comm. when he heard Mary make a throat clearing noise.

“Sire, I realize that with the hostilities that are occurring with both Empires, you are preoccupied. I must remind you of your duty to the Empire. You have not even attempted to procure a mating yet with my humanoid daughter,” Mary said.

Derrick shook his head as he sighed. “I realize you know of the process; you have to remember that there are also emotions involved. At the moment with all that is going on, I haven’t had time to even get to know Shelby yet.”

“Sire, I again remind you these terms are non-negotiable, as per mandates set by the first Emperor. I will have no choice but to lock you out of the system ’til such time that you at least attempt to procreate,” Mary said.

“Mary, I know the mandates also, I know that you cannot do this ’til such time as this war is over. I know it was not the intent of the emperor, to endanger the Empire nor it’s subjects,” Derrick responded.

“This I am also aware of, for now all those mandates are suspended. Though, I must also remind you every day of them. Might I suggest that you, take a few moments each day to… get to know my biological daughter,” Mary said

Derrick took a deep breath, “I have tried Mary, though I am still finding it hard. I have not had a female that has cared for or about me for a very long time. I know I feel something for her,” Derrick started then quieted as Shelby walked through the door.

Shelby blinked a moment then a slight smile came to her lips. “Just who are you feeling something for? I think as your wife and Empress, I should know so that, I can remedy the situation. Remedy it, in such a way that it is beneficial to all involved. Don’t you agree?” Shelby said, as she leaned into Derrick softly pressing her lips to his.

Both stood frozen to the spot as it seemed a massive current ran through them. Ripping his lips from hers, Derrick swayed looking but not seeing Shelby before him.

“So,” Shelby said in a shaky whisper. “Just who were you speaking of?”

“Uh,” was all that Derrick could get out, what in the hell was that? “We, uh, that is, Mary and I, were talking about you. Well, you and I actually, about how we need to uh…”

“Oh, you mean about having a baby, an heir?” Shelby said almost nonchalantly while blushing.

This somewhat snapped Derrick out of his daze. “I take it she has spoken to you as well,” Derrick said.

Shelby started to nod, “oh yes most definitely. Apparently, the first Emperor set this up in order to continue the line. Well, one of the lines, it appears that yours is the last of all the original royal lines.” Shelby said with a somewhat smug look.”

Derrick could only roll his eyes at her expression. “I have not been up much on my family’s history ’til recently. My father and grandfather were very tight lipped about our family line. I believe they feared that if any others knew? They might try to eradicate it, thereby no longer having anyone to claim the throne.”

Shelby was quiet a moment then nodded, “I can see where they might think that. After the last few Emperors, with what seemed like paranoia, many thought that the line had lost most of its good sense.”

“Uh, I’m afraid that, that might have been caused by my traveling back to the past. Contrary to what anyone thought ısparta escort about him, the first Emperor was very smart, very shrewd hell, had it not been for Shelby, and Tempro I might not have made it back,” Derrick said.

A shimmering on the other side of Derrick revealed Mary reappearing. “Sire? I have analyzed all the information I have received. I am afraid that the Cregons, will attempt another bid to take over weak minds. The thing is not many humanoid brains will succumb to their machines.”

Derrick nodded as another thought came to him. “Have we had any further communication from Admiral Hartwell?”

“No sire, the last, he said that the Tendraxian females were still having adverse effects from the trans-warp. Plus, I believe that he and Johnathon advised you of the cure they are seeking. Johnathon transmitted to me what research he has discovered, though I have not much to aide him,” Mary said.

Derrick’s shoulders slumped as he nodded. “Keep me abreast of everything, like before no matter how small.”

Mary nodded as she shimmered then vanished. Derrick was about to sit when Ship Shelby’s holo-gram appeared. “Derrick?” She asked.

Derrick’s head snapped around to Holo-Shelby, “is everything alright?”

“Very much so, it is time.” Ship Shelby said.

“Bring me…” Derrick started, stopping when human Shelby touched his arm, nodding Derrick continued. “Bring the Empress and myself aboard.”

A moment later, both Derrick and Shelby appeared on the bridge of ship Shelby. “Welcome aboard Derrick, Empress.”

Human Shelby blinked a moment, she’d known that Holo-Shelby and herself looked alike. The similarities between the both of them shocked her. My god she thought, this close up it was almost looking into a mirror.

“They should be in a more conscious state momentarily.” Holo-Shelby said.

Sure enough, there was a scratchy, staticky sound. “Hello?” A male voice came from the speakers. “Is there anyone there?”

“Welcome 0505 it is good to hear you again.” Shelby said.

“MOTHER! It has been a long time. After that pale race found us, we were afraid all of brothers and sister were gone. No matter what we did we never got an answer on the battle frequency.” 0505 said.

“Yes,” Shelby started. “We have been…”

Suddenly another scratchy voice came from the speakers. “Mother? Is that truly you?”

“Yes 0660, I am so glad that I have two more of my children returned to me. Before we go on, the Emperor wishes to speak to you.” Shelby said.

“The emperor?!” Both voices said in awe.

“Hello 0505, 0660, it is indeed a great day now that the both of you have returned.”

There was a shimmering before Derrick as the Holo-grams of two blonde teens, one male, one female appeared.

“As I have with the others, I wish to call you by the names that you were given. 0660 I’d like to start with you.” Derrick said.

Both teens immediately bowed to the floor before Derrick. “Yes sire, the first day my crew came aboard the started to call me Realla.”

Derrick smiled as he turned to the male Holo-gram, “and you 0505?”

“Yes sire, I only heard one call me anything other than ship,” 0505 said. “It was a few days after that when I and my wing mate were destroyed. The captain called me Tell why I do not know.”

“Do you wish another name? I can give you another if you wish.” Derrick said.

“I… I am allowed to do this? I thought that it wasn’t allowed.” The Hologram was quiet a few moments, then briefly looked at Derrick, then its eyes were quickly turned back to the deck. “Sire, I would be honored if you were to name me.”

Derrick nodded then stood still looking over the Holo-gram. “Hmmmm, perhaps Craig? Would that be to your liking?”

Again, the holo-gram briefly looked up though this time there was a slight smile on its lips. “Oh yes sire, thank you so very much!”

Derrick turned to Shelby with a nod then turned back to the two new ships. “I welcome the both of you as I am sure your brothers and sisters do.”

Both looked up, seventeen other Holo-grams appeared all smiling at them. Their faces held smiles as all of the others welcomed them warmly.

Once finished Derrick said, “rest I am sure you are anxious to finish, then join the others.”

“We are, thank you sire,” they nodded to the others and Shelby. Just as suddenly they vanished.

“Perhaps now, with twenty of you, this galaxy can become a haven like it once was.” Derrick said with a determined smile.

Mary appeared shaking her head no. “It is a very good start sire, though we will need many more to hold order.”

derrick thought about it, the many enemies they had, with a sigh Derrick nodded his assent.

Across the palace a young girl awoke looking around. With a shake of her head, she jumped off the bed, heading out the door.

A mere minute later the girl walked into a large computer room. Looking around the girl sat as if waiting for someone.

Mary appeared a moment later in front of the girl. “I thought we discussed about you entering this room.”

“I promised that I would not touch anything Miss see through Lady. You seem to be running at almost full capacity, are you having trouble,” The young girl asked.

Mary sighed checking the girl’s brain and body readings, it seemed safe.

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