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This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned.

Either you embrace Change and are destroyed by it, or you resist Change and are overwhelmed by it. What is your choice?

Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells.

There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize to Homer and the countless singers before him who carried the Iliad down through the dark centuries until the Greeks figured out how writing works.

Yet again, no sex.

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(Where we left off)

“Ooohhh…” I groaned. I hurt. Without my soul to sustain it, my body had begun to shut down and now it was trying to kick-start things back into action. Long drawn out pain…

I felt long strands of hair drape across my neck and lips gently touch my forehead…Dot. She was guiding me home. I still hurt.

My felt a crippling pain in my heart and my lungs were leaden. I was fighting back to normality. Complicating this process was the adrenaline secreted moments before ‘La La Land’. It felt like lava was trying to rev up my cramping muscles. My eyes flicked open.

[Romanian] “HE’S ALIVE!” someone shouted. It sounded like my loyal Menner.

Eyes crept open. Sure enough, it was Romanian Master Corporal Menner. I didn’t know his first name. Rachel was on one knee beside me and something was wrong.

“Rachel?” I croaked.

“Charlotte is dead,” she stated the fact, devoid of emotion. Charlotte had been her ‘family’ … more so than any person of similar birth. “Vincent is in a bad way. The rest are not going to die soon.”

This was not the time for saying ‘it was worth it’, ‘did she suffer’, or any of that crap. No words could possibly suffice. I forced my aching muscles to push off the ground until I was on my knees. I pulled her into a tight embrace, both arms, her chin resting on my shoulder.

“Don’t,” she ordered softly. “There are three of them still loose.” She needed to protect me.

I pushed back. We were both crying. My eyes were a mess. Rachel contained her pain, limited its expression to a small handful of tears. I looked past her to the body of Ajax. He was on his back, his eyes staring off to eternity until the worms took him. By the bloody mess of his clothing, that bastard had gone down hard and in fierce torment.

How the Romanians were going to explain his ruptured organs, shorn muscles and the toxic stew that was his bloodstream wasn’t my problem. He was dead. SzélAnya, the Dragon Goddess, had slain him for her own reasons and for mine.

[Romanian] “Your plan worked, Hercege Nyilas,” Menner congratulated me. “I’m not sure how. I didn’t kill him and I didn’t see you hurt him, but he’s as dead as they come.”

[Romanian] “How many?” I asked him. It took him a moment to send the question up the network and get back a reply.

[Romanian] “Col. Giurcă (commander of 61st Mountain Troops Brigade which was custodian of the Romanians I fought beside) wants to talk with you immediately,” Menner responded.

[Romanian] “Casualties?” I repeated.

[Romanian] “So far seventy-three KIA, 63 wounded; some will not survive,” he told me. That was one of the dark sides of ballistic armor mixed with high-velocity bullets and grenade launchers. With armor, you were more likely to survive getting hit; but if you were hit where the armor didn’t cover, you were more likely to die. “The ridge was very bad.”

The ridge…where Charlotte died. It turned that out of the fifteen Romanian Mountain Troops who swept up their side of the ridge, only four lived. The Mycenaeans had been hellishly fierce, shrugging of lethal wounds long enough to get off one more shot – fire off one more grenade. At those point blank ranges, it had been a bloody mess. Of those fifteen Greeks on the ridge, only one escaped and two were found wounded. The other twelve draped their bodies among the slain Romanians.

In the final analysis, the soldiers of the 24th Battalion, reinforced by Vincent, Saku, Rachel and Charlotte, had held that ridge and cut off the retreating enemy. The last handful of Ajax’s men chose to fight it out from the ravine. Most of them died with their pride. Only three more badly wounded Greeks had been captured there.

Ajax had brought fifty-one men and one traitorous Amazon to the Castle of the Seven Skulls. Three escaped, five were wounded and the other forty-four, plus Ajax, had perished. I stood up. Menner handed me my discarded P-90. Rachel hooked my dropped tomahawks to my harness. I climbed back up the ridge … because I didn’t know where else to go.

I didn’t like what I, Cael, had taken from all of this. Hate would have been a better descriptor. In the entire fight, I hadn’t killed a single soul. The one Greek I had wounded was killed by someone else. No, I had to feed Ajax to a Goddess to kill him. I felt…small. The troops, a mixture of the two battalions, saw me in a kütahya escort new light however.

From the force coming in from the west came tales of Ajax’s prowess. Too many men he aimed at died while he remained unscathed, despite his repeatedly risking his person. By the force of his personality alone, he slowed the advance of a 150 men. Had I not killed him, they wondered how many more of them would have ended the day in a grave as well?

Menner had avoided notoriety and laid Ajax’s corpse squarely on my shoulders. I had grappled with Ajax. The rocket fired by Menner clearly hadn’t killed the man, so the soldiers hefted his demise on me. How could I tell them I fed a monster to a monster…just one they could not see? Instead of blaming me for the rows of the dead…

[Romanian/Hungarian] “Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege,” they whispered, or gave me a nod.

Their story was straight forward. Like some nobleman of old, I had led my men into battle. I wasn’t seeking glory. I was seeking to save as many on my side as I could. It was tough for me to believe I’d accomplished that goal. For centuries, voivodes, boyars, knights, counts, dukes and princes had shed blood over these valleys, fields, hills and mountains for their own wealth and for the safety of their peoples.

To these people, I was first off the helicopter (though that was actually Rachel). I’d intuitively led the race to the ruins that placed those stone barriers in our hands as a fortification to fight from and denied those aged walls to our enemies (though that was mostly Grandpa and the Captain). I had led the charge to the beleaguered left flank, just in time to reverse our near loss there (though I knew I’d never swung a blow, or fired a round).

Finally, under the observation of over two dozen Romanians, I alone had slammed the door to the trap shut and then killed the enemy leader in hand-to-hand combat (though no one had actually witnessed me administering the death blow due to the fallout from the grenade Menner had launched). I knew I was a completely unworthy hero. Night was swiftly creeping upon us.

“Hercege,” the Captain called out. I could see the sadness in his eyes. His men lay dead around us both. “A helicopter will take you to the Brigade HQ. You need to go now.” I held up one finger. I had to do this. I found Charlotte’s lifeless body. One bullet had sheared off the right side of her neck. Another had shattered her right jaw. Her corpse, so beautiful in life, was ugly in death. She was mine now, forever. My memory.

[Old Kingdom Hittite] “Thank you, Sister,” I whispered as I kissed her forehead. “Wait for me in the Halls of our Ancestors, for I know you are welcome there. Thank you for all your care for me.”

[Romanian] “Take care of that leg, Master Corporal Menner,” I directed my accomplice in murder. “Never forget that you did something very special today. Together, we killed a monster and you saved my life. I promise I won’t forget it.”

Menner nodded to me, I nodded to the Captain and off we went. Rachel was always close by. Chaz and Pamela appeared out of nowhere.

[Romanian/Hungarian] “Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege,” the men said as they pointed me out to each other and the new arrivals. Had they been joking, I would have been far happier. But my existence wasn’t comedy to them. They were allowing me inside their fraternity, these men and women, because of things they thought I’d done – not things I’d done.

Later, Chaz would set me straight. How many men I killed was irrelevant to these Vânători de munte – Mountain Huntsmen. They were honoring my bravery, initiative and willingness to go forward without being reckless. I had a plan, I’d stuck to it and that had contributed to their victory. They were giving me respect because I mourned for their casualties in the same way I mourned for my own. Their fallen had not died in vain, because I cared for them and was wounded by their passing.

It hadn’t hurt my case that I ‘led’ people like Chaz, Pamela, Rachel and Charlotte into battle. Saku was…different. Mona tended to their grievously wounded with the same skills she’d lavished on me. She worked side by side with her Romanian counterparts flawlessly. I had little doubt that Katrina would be proud.

“Cáel,” a feeble female voice called out. It was Kwen (aka Molpadia / Kwenhamai / Death Song). I stopped by her side, but didn’t kneel. She’d been shot in the left bicep, right thigh and calf. Odd were good she’d live. “Ajax?”

“Dead,” I replied. “Very dead.”

[OKH] “Did he…restore…?” she mumbled.

[OKH] “No. He was never going to do that, and you knew better,” I said.

[OKH] “Kill me then and let me return to face Oblivion,” she sighed, utterly hopeless.

The Captain was impatient. He could wait.

[OKH] “Kwen, what you did was wrong and you will have to answer for your crimes. You betrayed us without cause. You murdered children and manisa escort captives,” I informed her. “There is no getting past that.”

[OKH] “I know,” she mumbled. I was missing something.

[OKH] “You let that girl escape, didn’t you?” I was feeling numb all over again. Kwen didn’t answer me, yet it made sense. In her heart, she knew she’d gone wrong and she knew Ajax would never pardon her mother. So she’d sent word to the one man who might grant her an Amazon warrior’s death.

[OKH] “The girl didn’t divulge your secret,” I gave off my own sigh. Why was my life so complicated? Kwen had wanted me to kill Ajax, so she sent that girl to the place I’d most likely be. Then she relied on my loyalty to the Amazons to bring me to this place with whatever forces I could muster. She’d probably expected me and a dozen Black Hand assassins, not an army.

[OKH] “I will inform the Council of your actions and let them decide,” I offered. I had to go. We picked up four fighters of the 24th as we jogged the 1.2 km down to the blood-soaked fields where the battle had begun. The blown up Eagles had blocked the unpaved road on our end and Combat Engineers were still sweeping the road for hastily laid booby-traps the rest of the way down.

The slaughter fields for the 22nd Mountain Troops Battalion were a chaotic mix of military medical staff and the Serviciul Mobil de Urgenţǎ, Reanimare şi Descarcerare (SMURD – the national emergency medical response unit) all over the place and it was clear they weren’t enough to handle the carnage. The eyes of the living and the dead were equally disturbing.

I knew I was on a schedule and I owned the Romanian Land Forces a good explanation, but I couldn’t just leave. I saw one lightly-wounded soldier, his palms resting on his forehead, sitting on the ground, bereft. I squatted beside him.

[Romanian] “Hang in there,” I said as I put a hand on his shoulder.

[Romanian] “Was it worth it?” he stared into my eyes.

[Romanian] “No,” I responded. “I lost a friend and she’ll never be replaced. I can tell you what we did today had to be done. Those men had to be stopped and we were the one’s close enough to respond in time.”

[Romanian] “Oh…” he looked back down to the trampled grass.

[Romanian] “Remember how you feel today,” I said to him from the depth of my spirit. “You are not the first man to hold your spot in your squad and you won’t be the last. Take everything from today and pass it on to the next man who may someday have to perform as you did. You carry on because we all must. Make something good out of this by not forgetting. Learn and teach,” was my empty advice.

I had his gaze once more. Against my wishes, I also had the attention of several of the soldiers around me.

[Romanian] “You are not wounded,” he noted as he touched my body armor. It was certainly beat all to hell. I didn’t believe he was condemning me.

[Romanian] “I am Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege,” I grinned. “While my people have heart, I cannot be killed. Together, we are invincible.” The insanity of that proclamation seemed to reach him. He gave a weak grin. Some of the men around us chuckled. “I have to go,” I patted his shoulder. “They want to blame someone for all of this and it looks like I’ve won the prize.”

More laughter. In that moment, we were all in this military community. I didn’t have their particular Esprit de corps, their training, or their heritage, yet we’d been in the same fight and killed the same enemy. They had a different view of me than I had of myself. Who was lying to who?

An IAR 330 Puma Helicopter was waiting for me, though the four troopers waiting for me were new …and somewhat peeved. They were from the Batalionul 610 Operaţii Speciale “Vulturi” (The ‘other’ Eagles). They were part of the Romanian Special Forces. They’d been too far away to get to the firefight in time, which seemed to be the major reason for their unhappiness.

Playing couriers for my person didn’t please then either. My cohorts from the 24th handed me over. Two patted me on the back and called me ‘Prince’ before taking off. They had a battlefield to clear up and three Mycenaeans to hunt down. The ‘Eagles’ weren’t sure what to make of my other bodyguards, so I made it easy on them.

[Romanian] “They go where I go,” I gave them a grim grin. “They keep their weapons. In case there is any confusion, this is not a matter for discussion.” The Sergeant in charge responded with a curt nod. We boarded the helicopter and lifted off.

“You did well Cáel,” Chaz informed me. “Given two or three years, you’ll be a good soldier.”

“Thanks. That’s not what I wanted. I don’t like killing people, or getting people killed,” I replied.

“Exactly,” he nodded. “I don’t want a teammate who wants to kill the enemy. I want a guy who wants to keep me alive and is willing to kill others to do it,” he explained in a rather paternal pattern. “There is a mardin escort huge difference.”

[Hungarian] “What did you tell that young man?” Pamela asked me. I retold the conversation as best I could. It took me a second to notice that two of the Special Forces guys were listening intently.

(The Politics of ‘Not’ Being Dead)

The rest of the trip was made in silence. They dropped us off at the edge of Miercurea Ciuc – home base of the 61st Mountain Troops Brigade, of Professor Loma and from whence all this craziness had originated. The meeting was already awkward before I arrived. It only got worse. Where to begin? Well, Russia, the United States, the UK, Romania, Hungary and Ireland were now all interested parties. And I had gained two personal distinctions:

1.) Not only was I now heralded (and not really joking anymore) by some sources as Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege, I was thereby re-awakening old nationalistic and territorial fears. Hungary didn’t want a Prince, yet they did have an anemic Monarchist party. I might not be a Hapsburg (the last royal house of Hungary), but I could possibly be misconstrued as a long-lost Árpád scion (first King and founder of the Hungarian state), which would be even better.

A crisis was looming in my ancestral crucible. It seems I already had a webpage in Budapest and six hundred “friends” within 24 hours. Worse, they had some pictures of me. Besides being ‘of regal bearing’ in the descriptions, I was sexy-hot and a soldier of fortune – a modern day ‘Wild Geese … (Goose?)’ who was wanted for questioning in a, or perhaps multiple, murder(s) involving either a duel over a woman’s honor or killing a dozen armed gangsters who prayed on young innocents newly arrived to the big city.

I wasn’t alone. My trusty companion was A.) an ascetic Jedi Mistress (my own, personal Yoda), B.) an ancient witch schooled in the necromantic arts (apparently the reason I couldn’t die), or C.) a Cold-War Era SMERSH (too much James Bond) assassin repaying an old debt to the descendent of an anti-communist partisan she’d killed years ago – eerily close to the truth for once. That, plus the TEK investigation, were Hungary’s main points of concern involving me.

2.) I was now a person involved in significant events for half a dozen nations on the world scene.

Let’s start with Romania. Okay, foremost, I was responsible for the single deadliest day in modern (post-WWII) Romanian Land Forces history. There was no covering this up. Close to one hundred men and women had died in combat – and then you added the forty-some dead Amazons, many of them apparently tortured, and this was a political and public relations nightmare.

No one doubted their troops behaved heroically. That wasn’t the problem. The political conundrum was how could they explain Ajax and his fifty seasoned killers penetrating into central Romania with no one being aware of the danger? A few politicians wanted to blame Székely nationalists (by that, they meant the ethnic minority who ‘vaguely’ wanted Transylvania to rejoin Hungary) … except they had me, the Hungarian Prince, leading the charge.

Life would have been so much easier for them if I had died. Yes, I could read the minds of those politicians. Screw a girl, then her younger sister, and then his wife, who all say they love me, and you’ll recognized the emotional intent a father directs your way. (I’d only done that once, and once was enough.) I was getting that vibe again.

Unfortunately for them, I wasn’t dead and three big time foreign governments (and Ireland) seemed really curious about me, my performance and my mortality. So dragging me out back for a firing squad wasn’t going to happen. Riki Martin of the US State Department was there and she told me a representative of the US Military Mission was on his way up to debrief me. Russia’s sexy military attaché was still on site and looking happy for some reason. Flaviu, who had some experience with me, was soon to be gone; replaced by some person who had some serious lettuce before his actual name and didn’t know me from didly. Not good.

The UK had one of their diplomats coming up as well, just so I didn’t get lonely. They weren’t driving up with the Irishman, or the American. No one considers their carbon footprint in a crisis, I swear. But wait! It gets better. My Romanian Special Force dudes had brought the rest of their company (around a hundred new buddies) with them…they seriously didn’t want me to get homesick and wander off (because, you know, I liked living and freedom).

The Romanian army shouldn’t have worried. It seemed that there were some US Army Rangers with NATO in Kosovo, Albania, or Bosnia and Uncle Sam was expressing a desire for them to ‘stop by’. Maybe they could share their C-130 with the British paratroopers who were equally concerned about my well-being. I just hoped everyone was going to play nice when the Spetsnaz arrived. Putin was suddenly (and surprisingly to me, anyway) my new pal. I had a feeling I’d soon be discovering my secret Russian heritage if I wasn’t careful. I was thinking maybe I could squeeze an Order of Lenin, or a Hero of the Soviet Union out of him. I heard they both looked nice, were obsolete and came without an actual pension.

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My wife, Jane, and I fell into that pattern of infrequent little sex. Life and kids got in the way, and the spark had diminished. We gave each other the occasional finger or hand job but it was more mechanical to release tension. What hadn’t changed was the pure lust I had for her body. I fantasied about it every day and it drove me mad lying next to her body every night is not being able to fuck her brains out!

We decided something had to change, and we did the classic “date night” technique. We’d get a babysitter go out to dinner and come back relaxed, probably drunk and have some sex to release the tension we both needed. Just the thought of it made me horny.

We decided Saturday night would be best, and we asked our daughter’s nursery nurse Chloe to babysit. Chloe was 18 long jet black hair, a pair of lips like Angelina Jolie, average sized boobs but a superbly large butt for such a small frame. Needless to say, I repeatedly fantasied about fucking her while my sex life at home was going through its dry patch. I never made a move and never would although my cock was urging me otherwise. She was out of bounds.

Saturday evening came, and I could tell Jane was craving a good fuck. She wore a sexy red lace g string and matching bra. She knew how to turn me on and how it would drive me crazy. I couldn’t help my self and starting kissing her, sending my hands over her pert butt for a squeeze. My cock was hard in an instant; Jane could feel it. Suddenly she stopped and told me all good things come to those who wait. Every inch of me wanted to throw her on the bed and go straight to dessert. She’ll pay for that later, I thought. The door bell rang.

Chloe arrived, so I went down to open the door. She was dressed in a white shirt with the top buttons open, a grey cardigan over the top and tight black trousers. “Hi,” we both said. I realised my hard cock was still showing through my trousers and Chloe didn’t say a word but she saw, and responded with a smirk.

Jane came down the stairs wearing a little black strapless dress. She had great legs and medium sized boobs with hard nipples. I loved sucking her tits, and it made her pussy wet almost immediately.

We gave some instructions to Chloe grabbed our coats and headed to the restaurant. From the moment we reached the restaurant, Jane was doing everything in her power to drive me insane with tokat escort lust. I hated she knew how to tease me to the point of explosion. As we waited for the table, she wanted me to hug her from behind, but it was just a ploy so she could slowly rub her ass into my crotch. FUCK I wanted her so bad. This happened all night. She was rubbing her feet up my leg under the table and eating her food seductively sucking, slurping and licking. After dessert, she headed to the toilets. I received three picture messages; one of her finger in her hairy pussy, another of her pulling her nipple and a final of her tongue and mouth wide open. FUCK! I called the waiter and got the bill paid asap. I grabbed our coats, and we drove home.

By the time we got home the house was quiet with only the murmur of the TV while Chloe sat on the sofa. I completely forgot how sexy she was. To be honest I just wanted to pay Chloe and get Jane in bed and fuck her till I emptied every drop of cum in her. Jane was feeling tipsy and suggested Chloe stay for a drink. I couldn’t hide my disappointment but agreed. Chloe knew what was going on and what I wanted.

Jane gave me a bottle of wine while she went to check on our daughter. As I opened Chloe went to get the glasses but couldn’t’ reach the top of the cabinet. It exposed her fantastic butt in those tight black trousers. As she stretched up she asked “Could you help?” I came up behind her and accidently on purpose reached over her. She knew what she was doing and gently and slowly rubbed her big ass down my crotch. She knew I wanted her.

Jane came down while Chloe and I sat in silence drinking wine. Jane could sense my urgency to get her upstairs so began to make small talk with Chloe about her parents, uni and boyfriends. My interest in this talk was little and it was easy to see. All I could think about was Chloe’s ass and Jane’s pussy!

I went to the toilet upstairs and came down to some louder laughter then silence. I walked in and Chloe and Jane are cupping each other’s heads and kissing! I wasn’t sure what to think! Jane pulled away but wasn’t embarrassed or surprised to see me walk in. Chloe was waiting for a reaction from me which didn’t come. I froze. What was I supposed to say? Jane came over to me and began to kiss slowly and bite my lips and send her tongue inside my mouth. I didn’t care Chloe yozgat escort was watching I carried on with my hands on her ass giving it gentle gropes. I pulled her little dress up to her hips and exposed her ass in all its red lacy glory. Jane’s hand rubbed my hard cock. There was never any doubt I was hard. Jane finished the kiss and pulled her dress down. Chloe sat there like a good little girl not saying a word but not phased either. Jane asked Chloe to stand up and led both Chloe and me to the lounge.

Jane made Chloe and I face each other and guided my hand me to Chloe’s firm ass. She wanted me to squeeze that 18-year old’s ass. I didn’t need any persuading. Chloe looked at me and began kissing me. Her lips and ass felt better than I ever imagined. Jane then gently pushed Chloe and me onto the sofa and sat opposite on the armchair. Jane pulled her dress up and began fingering her pussy. I carried on kissing Chloe but Jane’s fingering was distracting me, and something was pulling me to her. Chloe began to get annoyed and started to kiss me more aggressively. She grabbed my hand and placed it over her tit and whispered in my ear “I want you to suck my tits”. I began kissing Chloe more and unbuttoned her shirt to expose her tits in a black bra. Her tits were a lot bigger than I expected. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I fantasized about doing this to her for months. I unclipped her bra to reveal a pair of magnificient breasts; big and pert with nice suckable nipples. I didn’t waste any time and began to flick and lick her nipples with my tongue. It felt so good. I forgot about Jane. As I sucked on one nipple I made sure the other nipple was being rubbed, squeezed and pulled. I could tell Chloe loved a little nipple pain.

I looked over to Jane and could see her spasm as she reached a finger induced orgasm! I pulled her to her feet and pushed her to the sofa. Next to Chloe. I spread Jane’s legs to reveal her hairy pussy glistening in her juices. She was limp in post orgasm endorphins but I wasn’t going to let her get away with it. She was going to cum some more tonight. I dived into her pussy licking the cum and juice with my tongue. It tasted amazing, I loved the taste of her pussy and began probing deeper into her pussy with my tongue. Occasionally I’d come up for air to slide two fingers deep in. She groaned as I did and zonguldak escort rocked with encouragement. The pussy eating and fingering were too much for Chloe, and she’d removed her trousers and panties to begin her fingering. Her pussy was different to Jane. She was trimmer and only had a little landing strip. It was the type of pussy I would imagine on an 18-year-old. I dived back onto Jane’s pussy but now gave Chloe the finger too. Tasting Jane while fingering Chloe was unreal.

I had Chloe completely naked and Jane with her dress pulled down and up so crumpled around her mid-drift, I was the only one fully clothed. My cock was aching from being so hard so I pulled off my trousers. As I did Jane closed her legs and stood up. Before I could take my boxers off Jane kissed me and slid her hand around my cock and squeezed hard. She bit down on my ear-lobe and dominantly said “Finger her, fuck her mouth and fuck her ass. Do NOT fuck her pussy! You only fuck my pussy tonight!” She dropped back lay on the sofa next to Chloe and spread her legs and gave me the look. She looked me straight in the eyes and didn’t blink and nodded. It was the look of approval, the look of you may enter now the teasing is over. Fuck my pussy! I didn’t hesitate. I wanted Jane more than ever I didn’t care about Chloe lying next to her.

I began kissing Jane and my cock was rubbing against her hairy pussy, I reached down to guide it through the hairiness into the soft pinkness. As the initial shaft penetrated and the rim of the cock disappeared she let out a sigh and approving moan. She moved her hips and wrapped her legs around my back. I thrusted her violently and she kept wanting more. I pounded another 10 or 15 times, each time trying to push deeper into her cunt. I could feel her body tensing as she reached orgasm and grabbed a sofa pillow and screamed loudly. I pulled out quickly, unbelievably not cumming! I was desperate to cum on Chloe’s face and in her butt. Chloe was sitting up gently rubbing her pussy and waiting her turn. I gave her a kiss and groped her soft tits. Jane lay exhausted on the sofa so I enjoyed Chloe’s tits. I then pulled them both to their feet and suggested we go to the bed room.

As they walked in front of me completely naked I had a fantastic view of their big butts bouncing side to side, I couldn’t help squeeze Chloe’s ass and spank Jane’s! As we got into the bed room, Jane fell to the bed and spread her legs encouraging me to give her another fuck. What was wrong with her?! She’d turned into a complete fuck machine. She wasn’t this filthy when we first met. But before I had a chance Chloe pushed me the wall and dropped to the knees.

TBC

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I really appreciate the predominantly positive feedback I’ve received so far and I’m really sorry this chapter took so long to post. The real world’s got a way of sucking up all my free time and I’m at a bit of a loss for where to take this story. I don’t want to give anything away before you read it, so instead of getting into it here, I’ll post a note at the end of the chapter explaining why. Maybe I can get some feedback to help me figure it out. Thanks to Lord Drako for suggestions, feedback and proofreading on an early draft of this chapter.

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My two days off at the club are Thursday and Sunday. A lot of the time that’s kind of a pain in the ass. A split weekend like that sometimes feels like almost no weekend at all. Larry ended up with Thursday and Friday off which he has always maintained is even worse because, while he does get two days off in a row, he always has to work Saturday and Sunday. I could see his point. Aside from the fact that most of our friends (and the rest of the world) have Saturday and Sunday off, those are the two busiest days of the week at the club.

Why does any of this matter? Why am I telling you this boring shit, right? It’s because the next day, the day after my fun and games with Amy, when I got her all worked up and ready to blow then left her hanging and sent her home, was Friday. That was good for me because it meant Larry wasn’t around and I didn’t have to deal with a million questions. After I charged up my new phone and flipped it open for the first time I saw that I’d received about half a dozen texts from Larry asking me about Amy and what happened. Apparently the bartender described who I left with and he realized who it was.

Aside from Larry’s game of twenty questions which I just ignored, the other thing I discovered when I turned on the new phone was that Amy had deleted every phone number on my sim chip with a female name except for “Mom” and “Amy”. In addition to being incredibly annoying, it seemed like a confoundingly possessive thing to do for a woman who claimed to hate my guts and want nothing to do with me.

I always got to the spa early so I could work out on the club’s fitness equipment and set things up for the day before the members started showing up. So I had already been there for a while and was busy messing with my new phone and grumbling to myself when Erin, my partner on Fridays, showed up.

“Morning, Stud! How you doing today?” She grinned at me and punched me on the shoulder as she walked behind the counter and set her things down. Erin is a pretty black girl with big tits. It would be hard to describe her body when she was around without insulting her. She was kind of on the chunky side, but not in a bad way. She was about my height, and curvy, with big hips and a round ass. She wasn’t fat, in fact she was in really good shape. She was just kind of, I don’t know, big. She kept her hair short and dyed it a kind of reddish brown. She and I were good friends, but nothing more. We were fuck buddies for a while after I broke up with Tonya. But by then we’d already been friends for so long that neither of us wanted anything more serious. She’d been seeing a guy for a while now and she and I were back to being just friends.

“Stud?”

“Ah… yeah, you’re covered in hickeys there, buddy,” she laughed.

“Oh shit!” I set my phone down and buttoned up the top button on my uniform shirt. I’d spend the day looking like a dork but it was better than catching flack from my boss.

Erin shook her head at me and laughed. She reached into a drawer and pulled out the first aid kit. Then she unbuttoned my collar and stuck two small Band-Aids over my matching set of love bites.

“Anybody asks, you cut yourself shaving. So who’s the lucky lady? Or did you and Larry finally share your true feelings?” She batted her eyes at me and made a cartoonish dreamy expression.

“Ah… so I got a new phone.”

“Real smooth. If you don’t want to tell me about this new girl just say so,” she said picking up my phone. “It’s nice. I heard Amy broke your other one. What happened?”

“That was day before yesterday and I haven’t seen you for nearly a week. How did you hear about it already?”

“Ben told me. He heard it from one of the caddies who overheard one of the members saying he heard her making a ruckus and yelling at you while he was taking a shower. Says he saw it happen.”

It hadn’t occurred to me how bad the rumor mill could be around here. I don’t know how Amy had managed to keep her thing with Charlie secret, or how I was going to keep my thing with her secret. This complicated everything, as if it wasn’t already complicated enough.

“Aw, you know how things get blown out of proportion. Amy was flipping out Wednesday but she didn’t do anything to my phone. I just wanted a new one.”

“So you know when it happened, but it didn’t happen?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“She’s still giving you a hard time, huh?”

“Yeah, always did.”

“I never understood ordu escort why the two of you never hooked up back when she worked here. Although I guess you wouldn’t have cheated on Tonya. You’re not the type.”

“Wha… huh?”

“Wha-huh?” She mocked me and laughed. “She always had the hots for you.”

I looked at Erin like she had a hole in her head. “Amy fucking hates my guts.”

“Sure she does.”

“Come on, what the hell are you talking about?”

Erin rolled her eyes at me and sighed. “What’s it matter Romeo? She’s married now, and you’re obviously not having trouble finding,” she waved her hand at my love-bitten neck, “whatever.”

“I just want to know what you mean. Come on.”

“She’s a bitch to everyone.”

“Yeah, and?”

“She saves the worst of it for you. Always did. Any time we went out she would start an argument with you. You and she would spend the entire night sniping at each other. You were like an old married couple. It was fucking embarrassing.”

“So you’re saying, what, she treated me like shit to… what? Get my attention?”

“Kind of, I guess. Some women are just like that.”

“What are we in first grade? That’s fucking kid’s stuff. What’d she expect me to do, tug on her pigtails and chase her around the jungle gym?”

“I didn’t say it was a rational thing to do. Hell, maybe I’m wrong. It’s just the impression I always got.”

“Crazy bitch man…”

“I’m getting a cup of coffee, you want one?”

“Yeah, yeah that would be great, thanks.”

Erin walked off toward the kitchens leaving me alone with my thoughts. This whole thing started Wednesday. Now it was Friday. I broke up with my long term college girlfriend just over a year ago. Erin and I fooled around for a little while but she started getting serious with her boyfriend about six months ago. Since then I’d spent the last six months in a long dry spell except for two or three fun but forgettable one-night stands. And now, in the space of two days, I’d gotten myself into the strangest, most complicated relationship I’d ever been in.

Maybe I was just making it complicated. Amy was doing whatever I wanted. I didn’t like the idea of holding that video over her head but she seemed pretty enthusiastically willing, and I probably didn’t really need to anymore. Maybe I should stop worrying about it and just enjoy it while it lasts, I told myself. There was no future of a possible real relationship with Amy. Aside from the fact she was married, she was nearly intolerable when she didn’t have my dick in her. I should just fuck her and enjoy it and not worry about it.

I smiled and told myself, “There’s no reason for it to be complicated at all.” No sooner had I thought that, when Tom, the day manager and my boss, walked up to me.

“Hey Dave, good morning! Listen, when Erin comes back, can you come to my office? I had a discussion with Mrs. Holcomb yesterday that I’d like to review with you. Okay? Thanks!” He smiled and walked away. Nope. No reason to complicate matters at all.

Erin could tell something was wrong when she got back. “Dave, you okay?”

“I guess. But Tom wants to talk to me.”

“Oh, that’s cool, he’s just doing employee reviews. You always do well.”

I stood there with a blank expression on my face, positive that Amy had said something to get me fired. What the hell was I supposed to say?

“DAVE!”

“Huh? What?”

“I said your name like three times, and you’re staring off into space and fiddling with your stupid phone. You’re really acting weird today.”

“Sorry, long night.”

“I can see that.” She gave me a searching look. She looked worried. “Go talk to Tom, it’s slow now, I got this.”

I turned to go but she grasped my shoulder to stop me. “You’re really acting funny. I can get someone to cover the desk for us later on, if you want to go to lunch together, if you want to talk or something.”

I did feel like I ought to talk to somebody about what was going on. As much fun as Larry was to hang out with I didn’t exactly go looking to him for a sympathetic ear or good advice. “That’s a good idea. Lemme go talk to Tom. We can catch up later.”

Erin nodded and smiled, but she still looked worried.

When I got to Tom’s office he ushered me in telling me to sit down and shut the door behind me.

“Okay, David,” he said, shuffling some papers around on his desk. “As you know, it’s employee review time. You’ve been fine since your last review.” He picked up and read a sheet of paper then set it back down, looked at me and smiled. “Better than fine actually. I’ve always liked working with you.” He smiled.

“Thanks,” I said, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“There is of course, the problem with Amy. The complaint she filed about you. She called me again yesterday afternoon.”

Here it comes.

“She asked if I would remove the complaint from your file.”

“Tom, I can explain… wait, what?”

“You heard right. She said she felt osmaniye escort bad about it. She gave it some thought, and had decided she overreacted. She asked me to remove the incident report. I felt odd about including it in your file in the first place, she being a former employee and all. If she weren’t married to Donald Holcomb I probably would have just thrown it away.”

“Wow.”

“Not what you expected?”

“Not at all. I thought she was… She doesn’t like me very much and I thought she had complained about me again.”

“I, ah, I was witness to one or two of your disagreements with her when she was still one of our massage therapists. Anyway I just need you to review and sign this revised incident report and you’re all set.”

I signed it and handed it back to him.

“Now as for your review. As I said you’ve been doing just fine. You’re one of the few employees here with a degree, and Bramble Ridge recognizes…”

I’m not going to bore you with the details. I had trouble keeping my eyes open through the HR jargon, until Tom got to the punch line, which was: I was getting a raise, my vacation time accrual had gone up, and they had an opening for assistant manager he wanted me to apply for. I thanked him, took my copy of the review, shook his hand and walked back to the front desk at the spa in a daze.

“Hey!” Erin greeted me. “You seem better. Told you it was nothing to worry about. You all good?”

“Yeah… yeah! All good.”

“You still need someone to talk to or you okay now?”

“Maybe we ought to go to lunch. I could use someone to talk to besides Larry.”

Erin laughed. “Larry! Yeah, okay.”

The day dragged on with the typical routine. I got so distracted with work that I didn’t even think about Amy at all. Erin was on break and I was busy checking members in and making appointments for the different services available at the spa. I was focused on my work and didn’t even notice Amy had walked into the spa.

Amy was wearing a short green tennis skirt, looking fine as ever. She was walking quickly through the spa toward the showers, and Charlie was right on her tail. I couldn’t help raising an eyebrow. I was helping an older woman at the time who must have thought I was reacting to something she said, because she shot me a dirty look. I gave her my plastic work smile and typed her info into the computer. “Sorry ma’am, just one more second and I’ll have you all set.”

I tried entering the booking and watching Charlie and Amy at the same time. They had stopped at the end of the hallway leading to the showers and appeared to be having a heated discussion. He raised his voice but I couldn’t make out the words. He reached out for her hand which she pulled away. She glared at him for an instant then turned and sashayed down toward the showers. He stood there looking lost for a few seconds, then turned and walked the other way. My smile was much more genuine when I looked back up at my customer and told her she was all set in the time slot she wanted.

That had been the last customer in line so I went back behind the divider to get a box of appointment reminder cards. When I came back out Amy was standing at the counter. I’d just watched her go back to the showers and didn’t expect to see her there. I looked up at her in surprise and she caught me in her clear crystalline green-eyed stare. I did a quick double take, then cursed myself for showing any reaction at all. This game we’d been playing was all about control, I couldn’t let her think she had any effect on me, you know?

“Hello Mrs. Holcomb, how can I help you today?”

“I missed you last night, Sir,” she whispered, turning her head down as if looking at the floor, but looking up at me, fluttering her long eyelashes at me. I didn’t reply, just held her gaze.

“Did you miss me?”

I looked around to confirm no one could hear us. “What do you want, Amy?”

She reached across the counter and put her hand lightly on my forearm. “I just got done playing tennis with some friends and I need to take a shower.” She licked her lips.

“I’m not going to do this with you Amy, not here, not now.”

She pulled her hand back as if burned, crossed her arms and stared daggers at me.

There’s that old fire, I thought.

“I could get someone else to come with me,” she growled under her breath.

“Try it,” I dared her, then looked at the screen in front of me, pulling up member accounts at random to appear busy. She spun on her heel and stormed off toward the corridor of private shower rooms.

She had only taken a few steps when I called after her, “I have your appointment set for this evening Mrs. Holcomb.”

Amy froze and started to turn, but stopped. She dropped her shoulders in defeat and walked down the hall.

When Erin came back from break she was followed by Brendan, one of the caddies who’d been training to work the spa.

“Brendan’s gonna cover for us while we go to lunch.”

“Great, thanks buddy.”

“No sinop escort problem man, I owe you anyway.”

Brendan was only nineteen and I bought him beer whenever he needed it. We weren’t friends outside work but he was a good guy and we helped each other out whenever we could.

Erin and I drove into town to a little sandwich place with outdoor seating. I started telling her what was going on in the car on the way over. By the time we got there I had gotten from the time Amy filed the complaint on me, up to the night I met her in the bar. Erin was looking at me with an incredulous bug eyed expression. We stopped talking until we had ordered our food and were seated outside. We took a table on the edge of the patio where no one else was seated, and I told her the rest of the story, from Wednesday night when we slept together for the first time, through Thursday when she smashed my computer and I decided to take charge, up until this morning when I thought I was going to lose my job because Amy had complained about me again.

Erin looked at me and silently chewed her sandwich. She swallowed, took a sip of her diet soda, and said, “Okay first of all, Amy was right, you ARE a fucking pervert. Second, tell it to me again, only slower and sexier. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever FUCKING heard!” She slapped me on the shoulder and bit into her sandwich with a grin. A few people were staring at us now. I smiled sheepishly and waved at them. They looked away.

“So why are you letting this get you bent out of shape?”

“I don’t know. It’s weird. That stuff you were saying about her this morning threw me. I’ve been feeling like maybe she was more into me than she was letting on, and I’m not sure I’m okay with that. I mean, that thing with the phone numbers, she deleted all the female names from my phonebook. Why the fuck would she do that?”

“Uh… to piss you off? She obviously gets off on the shit you do when you’re pissed. And not for nothing, seems like you do to.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Well she’s clearly not getting what she needs from her husband, or she wouldn’t have been doing Charlie. And from what you told me about the video… Can I see it?”

“I don’ t have it here, but yeah, sure, of course.”

“Cool. Well, the shit she was doing with you, she wasn’t getting from Charlie. So maybe… maybe she’s just buying what you’re selling.”

“Honestly, I don’t know who’s selling and who’s buying. The freaky shit she had me doing, I never did that with anybody. And didn’t do it with her until she asked me to.”

“I got news for you buddy, a little spanking and some playful biting ain’t all that freaky.”

“What do you mean?”

Erin rolled her eyes at me and sighed. “I mean maybe you need to broaden your horizons a little. I’d bet she’d be into even kinkier stuff than what the two of you have been doing.”

“Like what?”

Erin looked at me and kept eating her lunch.

“You wanna hang out after work?”

“Can’t, I’m supposed to see Amy.”

“Gimme your phone.”

“Why?”

She reached out her hand and made a grabbing motion, “Come on,” she said wiping her other hand off on the table cloth, “just gimme the fucking phone.”

I handed her my phone and started eating my as yet untouched lunch. Erin pushed buttons madly and paused. I ate my sandwich in silence and looked on. A minute later, maybe less, the phone vibrated. Erin looked at the screen and tapped away at the keypad some more. Again, after a longer pause this time, the phone vibrated. Erin read the screen, pushed a couple keys and handed me the phone. It was open to the text message history where I could see a series of exchanges between Erin (as me) and Amy.

=> David: busy tonight. come saturday instead

=> Amy: really need 2 c u

=> David: you really need to figure out who’s in charge

=> David: do what i say or i’ll make you wait longer

=> Amy: im sorry sir. what time saturday?

Erin had a shit eating grin on her face. “So it’s ‘Sir’ now, is it? She’s got it bad. If I were you I wouldn’t tell her what time until tomorrow. It’ll drive her nuts.”

“That’s great Erin, but after last night I’m as hard up as she is. I REALLY wanted her to come over tonight.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to try and show you a good time myself.”

It had been months since Erin and I last hooked up. She made it pretty clear when things started to get serious with her boyfriend that she and I were back to “just friends”. I cocked an eyebrow at Erin, an expression she knew me well enough to know translated to “What the fuck are you talking about?” Her only response was a sly smile. She gathered up the remains of our lunch and tossed it into the trash behind our table. “We gotta get back or we’ll be late. Come on.”

I got up to follow her back to my car. On the way I asked, “What do you mean show me a good time, Erin?”

She put a little extra swagger in her walk, shook her ass at me. Then she looked over her shoulder at me and winked. Any doubts I might have had about what she meant were gone.

In the car on the way back to work, even though it was against my better judgment, I had to ask, “Erin, what about your boyfriend?” Always gotta look a gift horse in the mouth. I was gonna fuck this up, I could feel it.

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Chapter 2: Punishment

You helped me to my feet and began to lead me, shuffling, to another room. “Where are we going?” I asked.

“Is your memory so short?” You snapped. “I told you just minutes ago what the second rule is. Don’t you remember?”

I hesitated, confused.

“You must obey me exactly and fully, without any hesitation, at all times. That’s what I said, didn’t I? That means jump to it! No questions, no explanations required. I can see that you need a lesson that will make sure you don’t forget.”

“Please don’t spank me again,” I blurted out “My ass is killing me. I didn’t know you meant no questions.”

“Listen carefully, boy” you said gently, “I’m being patient with you because you are new, and you are very sweet, but I won’t tolerate this a second time. You want to be a good slave to me, don’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

“You want to surrender completely to my will, don’t you?” I paused, considering. “I guess so.”

“Then you need to learn that a slave has no will of his own, does he?”

“No, Mistress,” I conceded.

“Right now you are still thinking and speaking like a free man, and that won’t do, will it?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Then I’m sure you can see what I must do to help you learn.” I nodded, reluctantly.

“Tell me, boy.”

“You need to p-punish me, Mistress” I stuttered in a low voice.

“And it needs to be a punishment that will make sure you don’t dare to repeat that mistake again” you spat. My fear must have shown in my face despite the blindfold, because you moved closer and said, “I know you are afraid of punishment. We all are. But you will thank me for making you fit to be my slave, won’t you, boy?”

“Yes, Mistress”, I said, my voice hardly above a whisper.

“Good, then this is your punishment; ten strokes for hesitation to obey; ten strokes for your insolence in objecting to my punishing you; ten strokes for failing to address me as Mistress, offence repeated four times. That makes a total of sixty strokes.” I gasped. 7 strokes on my red bottom had felt like agony. How could I possibly take sixty? But, I didn’t dare to object. That would only earn me a harsher punishment.

“Come here, boy!” you ordered, and I stumbled toward you, the bar that was still forcing my feet apart preventing me from walking normally. “I don’t think I can give 60 strokes with my hand” you reflected, “It would hurt me too much…It’s a good thing I bought this.” I shuddered kırşehir escort to think what ‘this’ might be. “Bend over my knee” you commanded. As I moved closer to the sound of your voice you suddenly seized me by the hair and pulled me across your lap. You were seated in a high back chair without arms. My head was hanging down on your left-hand side, my muscular abdomen across your warm lap, and my ass conveniently located under your right hand. For a moment you fondled my ass, feeling each cheek and running a fingertip down the crack as you spoke. “You know this is for your own good, boy. Don’t worry, I will take good care of you.”

“I think I had better put your gag back in, hadn’t I” you reflected, with a smile in your voice “We can’t have you disturbing the neighbors.” I felt the ball of the gag being pushed against my lips and I opened my mouth wide in submission as you forced it in and buckled the straps tightly behind my head. “But I would like you to see what I am going to use for your education. Perhaps it will help you remember to be a good boy.” Deftly you removed my blindfold, and my eyes focused on the object that you were holding just below my face for me to see. It was a heavy-looking wooden paddle with a rounded profile, about eighteen inches long and maybe six inches wide at the broadest point. “I got this specially when I knew you were flying over to me. I’ve never used one before, but I thought that you might need it. Looks like I was right.”

The paddle disappeared from my field of vision, presumably into your right hand. Then you swiftly seized my handcuffs in your left and pulled them high into the air, preventing me from defending my rear, which was now even more exposed and still glowing from your previous attentions. Suddenly I felt a flash of blue-white pain as the paddle in your right hand hit home. The scream that it forced from me died as a high pitched bubbling in my throat. The gag was certainly effective, and very necessary. The police would have been round in an instant if they could have heard me. You alternated the strokes, one cheek and then the other, one thigh and then the other. The blows on my still-tender ass were the worst, but spanking my thighs as well spread the flames of pain still wider. I desperately tried to keep count so I would know when the ordeal would end but soon I lost control and began to weep openly.

You must have seen my tears splashing onto the floor because you paused malatya escort for breath and said in a triumphant-sounding voice, “Yes, it hurts doesn’t it, boy? Now you know what happens to disobedient, disrespectful boys.” Then the thrashing resumed and I screamed against my gag once more. As the pain built up I felt more and more helpless and humiliated. No one had ever inflicted pain like this on me. I was powerless and totally unable to control myself as I wept and tried to scream. I struggled for release but your grip on me was strong and expert. Gradually I became aware too that you were moving beneath me, squirming in your seat as you beat me again and again.

“Sixty!” I heard you say, as if from very far way, and your voice sounded exultant and curiously excited. I felt my gag being released and the moment that it was out of my mouth I let out a moan of agony. “That hurt a lot, didn’t it boy?” you demanded.

“Yes… Mistress” I whimpered.

“You don’t want me to have to punish you like that again, do you?”

“No, Mistress” I said, and I meant it.

“So has this helped you to learn to be a better slave?”

“Yes it has, Mistress”

“You had better thank me for the lesson, then. ”

“Thank you, Mistress” I stammered, hoping you wouldn’t find any excuse to punish me again.

“God, I enjoyed that so much!” you said, and I could hear the exhilaration in your voice. ” I never paddled a guy before. It makes me so fucking hot when you cry. I can feel my power over you. I’m going to beat you again now. There is no count this time because this isn’t a punishment; this is purely for my own gratification. I just love seeing you writhe in pain!” As you raised my arms and slammed the paddle into me again I could feel this was going to be worse than ever. My ass and thighs already felt red raw. You were really excited now and enjoying every minute. The blows were even heavier. Worse still, I didn’t know when you might stop. I wondered whether to use my safeword, but didn’t want to flunk out on my first day. I bit my gag and tried not to scream. Soon I couldn’t even try any more. Strange animal noises gurgled in my throat.

As stroke after stroke landed in a steady rhythm I felt a strange warmth building inside me. Curiously the pain seemed to be getting more distant, although tears were still pouring from my eyes. The warm feeling flooded through me and I felt totally compliant to your will. It niğde escort no longer mattered whether I was in pain, or how long it would last, only that I pleased you. I could feel you moving under me and against me too, the muscles of your thighs and midriff clenching again and again. Suddenly you let out a grunt and fell forward onto my back as if someone had punched you in the stomach.

I lay on your lap, floating, feeling nothing, wondering what was happening. All I could hear was your voice behind me moaning “My sweet boy. You are so good. You are so, so fucking good. I never believed it was possible to come like that.” Somehow you shifted me off your lap and lowered me onto a soft rug. I lay on my stomach, completely limp, still gagged and with my legs wide apart. I felt you lie down beside me, put an arm around my shoulders and hug me tenderly. Carefully you removed the gag from my mouth.

I think we both fell asleep for a while. When I came to we were still there on the floor. I could hear you whispering in my ear. “Good boy, sweet boy. You really are trying so hard, aren’t you? I know you’ve never been paddled before and yet you were so brave. I am so pleased that you let me beat you. You can’t believe how much I enjoyed that.” Even without my gag I could say nothing. I shifted slightly and flames of fire seemed to flash across my backside. I tried to keep as still as I could. “My poor boy. I have hurt you a lot, haven’t I? Let me put you to bed.”

You released my ankles so that it would be easier for me to walk, and helped me get painfully to my feet. Every movement was agony. You led me into the bedroom and placed me face down on the bed. I lay there sore and exhausted; my mind a blank. Sitting next to me, you stroked my hair and ears soothingly. “I want you to know that you were very, very good. I didn’t know whether you would cope with a good spanking or not. When we chatted on NetMeeting you said you wanted to try it, but the real thing is very different, huh? I did hit you hard…maybe harder than I meant to. The funny thing is I kind of knew that you were getting something very special out of it too.”

I couldn’t answer you, but I wondered how you could tell. I hardly dared admit it to myself, but that warm flying, floating sensation at the moment of complete surrender had been unlike anything I had ever felt before. I wondered if it was normal, whether it would happen every time. Were you going to beat me like that again? The thought filled me with fear and longing simultaneously. The total submission of my body to your will felt wonderful, but how far was I able to go? I would have to rely on you completely… to put my life in your hands.

“Just trust me” you whispered, and my eyes filled with tears again.

To Be Continued…

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It is early in the morning and I have been awake for 30 minutes kneeling at your side of the bed, watching you emerge from your sleep. You roll to one side and then the other and recognize my presence. You run your fingers over your face and then stretch your arms and smile gently at me, extending and running your hands through my hair whispering, “Did you sleep well my dear? I hope so, I was gone so late and that cage is uncomfortable.”

You prop yourself up on an elbow, hair a seet tangle going everywhere at once, your smile, your eyes seem to shine with a fresh anticipation I haven’t seen in weeks. You roll your legs over the side of the bed and stand, headed to the bathroom, but stop and kiss me on the top of the head. There’s an easy acceptance. “I adore how you have stayed with me my dear one.”

You bring your lips to mine and kiss me deeply your tongue slipping between mine opening my lips and my mouth to yours…we are suddenly kissing as lovers might who had just returned from weeks apart.

“I know it has not been easy…you don’t always pick things up, but, you know I love you and think the world of your devotion and tenderness, your lovely words keep me entranced.”

You look down and cock your head. “Would you like to taste me this morning…I know it has been a while?”

I nod affirmatively looking up at you…watching you turn your back to me, your full well rounded bottom such a perfect resting place for my eyes….moving my spirit even years now since we have shared our unusual life together. Your panty, on one side has risen into your bottom crack, I watch you pull it out and then turn and wag your finger at me for me to follow. I stand and walk quickly and then kneel again inside the door to the bathroom.

You turn your karaman escort bottom to the toilet and push your panties to your ankles and then sit quickly, with an urgency and release, your pee splashing loudly and strongly into the bowel. There is something pedestrian about your task that I want inflated with meaning- to feel I’ve entered an intimate space. I hear your stream cease and you beckon me with your finger, opening your legs and pushing up your pelvis and wet dripping pussy towards my face…”lick me up,” you say, “I have all kinds of little tastes for you my boy…”

I move my face between your red and slightly swollen sex lips. I know they’ve been recently battered by your new friend. I see the small droplets of wetness around your opening and feel your fingers lightly entangle themselves in my hair. Caressing me while I swab my tongue over your waste.

“You are mine you know and I so like having you here with me …did I say that before my dear one? That I love you my sweet boy.”

“But you must also know your place. And I need more, I need more length, I need that powerful masculinity…I need to feel him pumping into me, filling me, taking me, my hands pulling his ass down into me, thrusting.”

“I know you understand.”

I nod quietly masking a torrent of jealousy that tears through me …touching my pain and my joy.

My cock thickens despite the strange wire cage it is encased in. Your hand presses my mouth to clean the drops of urine that drip from your sex. I open my lips, my tongue comes out and I lick and lick, taste and swallow and lick …and lick some more swabbing your opening with my tongue, drinking drops of your salty golden fluid, …I taste a deeper pungency…the saltiness of kars escort sex residue from last night and I press my tongue further into your opening…as far as it will go…licking at the walls, tasting, drinking in this sweet strong intimacy…I close my eyes, embrace the darkness against the smell of your sex, your words are muffed by your thighs, a spasm in your hips, gripping me……it feels as though I am in you…”can you taste him?”

I hear your words and know what you are implying. It doesn’t matter. I love you. I am determined. I feel your finger trying to jab into my mouth …

“Here …taste this …taste this…taste him.” you have scrapped some dried semen from your thigh and pushed it into my mouth …I cant taste much…but I have withdrawn…the spell broken, a new one settling over us. You do this too me. You ride me emotionally Intensity is your trump card, you knows it is all in the mind and the heart…my eyes come up to yours.

“You do love me boy don’t you? You haven’t because of this new direction have you?” I look up at your eyes and meet them steadily, there’s a wetness , a sparkle,…an honest appreciation. I choke back my own tears, my throat feeling stuck …this moment is filled suddenly with an overwhelming sense of understanding. I pull back, the river of words starts flowing in me, they come quickly.”

“I love you beyond the word, “love,” beyond the feeling Miss…I love you where nothing can touch my love for you …not you, not another man, not your intercourse with him, not your tongue on his lips or his semen in your cunt or his baby in your belly.”

“I love you wholly Miss, beyond how weak I am, beyond how I have failed you, beyond how darkly I have driven myself, and beyond, well kıbrıs escort beyond, how you make me tremble when I am alone in my cage, surrounded by darkness, your image swelling in me. It is not the ordinary way Miss…I don’t want to love you that way…I can not. It is beyond love…the place I wish to love you.”

I see your face break into a smile. “My silly boy…your words float around the room like small clouds of rain…you know tonight is a special night.”

Yes Miss…I know …the image of the event causing me to tremble again. You’ll need to clean the house and make sure dinner has been ordered and pick it up.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Tonight will be the first time you will witness your cuckoldry. Eric has agreed to come over. We’ve talked about it several times. He is a good guy. I like him and I hope you will as well. He’s agreed to let you watch and then to step aside so that you may taste the result of our coupling. He is dear to me. Full of power and strength, you will see a genuine tenderness between us … I want you to observe and take pleasure in it …feel your jealousy and let it pass. After you clean me…he and I will be going out for the evening. I may have him lock you in the cage, as a sign of your place and his place. I have told him he has my permission to use your mouth as a receptacle. You are to obey him if he attempts.”

I shudder and gasp at these last words causing your face to curl into a wicked but unfazed smile. “We plan to go to the Jazz House to dance afterwards, and will probably return to his place for the remainder of the evening. I won’t see you again until the morning most likely.”

She looks at me sharply. “My boy…you haven’t ever gone this far… If you can truly endure this… then I will know you are Mine…and we’ll will begin discussing the collar you have asked about.”

But this morning I believe you need a distraction to keep your mind focused. Go get the leather paddle and lay over the edge of the bed…it will be appropriate for Eric to see your bottom a nice deep red.

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So here I was, on the flight to Portland, Oregon coming to see Rosie. She had seen some of the stories I had written on the ‘net and it had developed from there. She had invited me to stay for a while so here I was.

The flight was uneventful other than a perusal of her letters. They were enough to get me hard as I began to think of all the ways I could humiliate and control this woman. I took a taxi to her address and arrived at a pretty suburban house. It was the sort where you would expect prim and proper housewives to tend lovingly to their homes waiting for their well-paid husbands to return from a hard day at the office. You know: Perfectly maintained lawns surrounded by white picket fences.

I rang the doorbell and it was answered by an auburn haired, heavily busted woman. She had a broad smile and was about to say something (presumably “hi” or “welcome”) when I raised my hands and pushed her back with my hands around her throat. Her eyes opened wide in horror as I closed the door with a swift kick and pushed her up against a wall.

She was choking: Her eyes looked like they could pop out of kilis escort her head at any time. She raised her hands to mine, initially to try to stop my actions, but I was much stronger. After a short while of choking, I could see a hint of a smile. Her eyes were closed and it was almost a look of pleasure or contentment she was giving.

She dropped her hands and reached for her tits, through her blouse. She really was beginning to enjoy this. She rubbed them and squeezed her huge mammaries. They must have been at least a DDD. She undid several buttons on her blouse before her hands moved away and dropped to my crotch. Even in her distressed state, she was turned on sufficiently for her hard nipples to show through her bra and blouse. She rubbed me through the material of my trousers. I began to get hard over her physical distress. It was deeply gratifying to see this woman so turned on whilst being choked an strangled. I wished I could feel her cunt, I just knew she must be almost leaking pussy fluid.

Her knees collapsed slightly and she began to rub her crotch against my leg. kırklareli escort God she was horny! I stopped strangling her abruptly and her eyes flicked open in disappointment.

“Get down on your knees, bitch and suck me,” I commanded. She quickly undid my trousers and dropped my boxers to the floor. Without a word she complied with my instructions and enveloped my tool with her luscious lips. She began sucking for all she was worth. Taking it all in; lips right down to my pubic hair, cupping my balls with one hand and reaching round to my arse with the other to better enable her to swallow me.

“Look at me whilst you are sucking me, whore.”

Her eyes flicked up and she continued to look at me as she sucked me furiously. She then removed my dick from her mouth up to the head. She swirled her tongue around my dickhead and then ran it up and down the sensitive underside, before returning to suck the tip. She then followed this by taking me wholly once more, sucking like a vacuum cleaner. I was getting close, I could tell: My balls started to tighten. She could karabük escort tell as well and took my dick out of her mouth and sucked a ball into her mouth, first the left and then the right. She then ran her tongue up the underside once more before taking me deep throat just as I blasted a jet of cum into her throat. Then another. And then another. She eagerly sucked my dick trying to take as much as possible, but it was too much and some started to flow out of the corners of her mouth.

I withdrew and told her to open her mouth, with the cum still inside. I grabbed my camera phone and took several pictures of her contented, happy face with a mouth full of my cum. I slapped her.

“You really are a cum dump aren’t you! Now get up.”

She got up wondering what I was going to do with he next. At no point did she take her wondrous eyes off mine.

I grabbed her nipples and twisted them painfully. She let out a cry of pain, her knees buckled and her hands reached out for the wall behind her to steady herself. The cry of pain was replaced by moaning and her breathing was getting laboured. I didn’t loosen my grip — her face and neck were getting flushed, I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm. With this I eased the pressure and then twisted hard once more eliciting a further cry of pain followed by one all together different as she came with a squirting orgasm.

“Oh thank You, Master.”

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“Look at me,” Roger softly ordered as Clarissa squirmed on the exam table. She was naked, except for the cum that had dried on her breasts during the car ride to the doctor’s office. Her legs spread in stirrups as Dr. Franklin gently examined her.

“Look at me, Clarissa,” Roger said once more, and this time her eyes found his.

Still she shook nervously, her eyes full of fear.

“That’s better,” Roger smiled down at her. “Dr. Franklin’s almost done.”

Clarissa could only breathe as she looked into Roger’s eyes. She hated how difficult a simple exam had become for her, and it embarrassed her. Just an hour ago she had been sucking the cock of the man she hoped would be her master. Now he had to comfort her as a doctor made sure she was still in good enough condition to serve.

“All done!” Dr. Franklin exclaimed as he slid the speculum out of Clarissa. His nurse began to undo the restraints that had kept her in place. Clarissa could still hear her heart pounding as Roger kissed her forehead.

“It’s all over, Clarissa.” Roger helped the slave sit up as the nurse brought them her blue dress.

“Roger,” Dr. Franklin hesitantly interrupted the moment. “Perhaps Nurse Gia can help Clarissa dress while you and I talk in my office?”

Roger looked at Clarissa.

“She’ll be in good hands, Sir,” Nurse Gia smiled, keeping a professional demeanor despite the revealing uniform and platform heels she wore.

“Alright,” Roger consented, kissing Clarissa’s forehead once more before following the doctor down the hall.

Dr. Franklin offered Roger a seat as he sat himself down behind his cluttered desk, making the final notes and adding the final signatures to Clarissa’s papers. Roger sat quietly, waiting.

The doctor sighed before he spoke.

“She’s not the worse I’ve ever seen, but she’s pretty bad.”

Roger nodded.

“Still,” Dr. Franklin continued, “she’ll be fine. Keep taking it easy with her. Don’t rush her.”

“I know,” Roger agreed.

“Roger, that girl is certain she wants to stay a slave?”?

“She tells me she’s certain she could never survive without a dominant to take care of her,” Roger explained. “And just an hour or so ago, she was eagerly sucking my cock after submitting to my office slave.”

Dr. Franklin chuckled as someone knocked on the office door. “Come in!”

Nurse Gia opened the door, escorting Clarissa back to Roger. The doctor watched as the dominant stood up and wrapped an arm around the slave girl.

“Is there anything else, Bill?” Roger asked. “We need to get to our meeting at the Ministry.”

“No,” the doctor shook his head. “That’s all. I’ll have Gia fax over all her information right away for you.”

“Thank gebze escort you,” Roger rubbed Clarissa’s shoulder as he guided her out of the office.

Once in the car, Clarissa spoke.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Sorry?”

“For panicking.”

“Clarissa,” Roger sighed softly, “never apologize for how something makes you feel.”

He glanced over at her as he waited for traffic to clear.

“That’s an order,” he added.

“Yes, Sir,” Clarissa nodded, showing her understanding as Roger began to drive toward the Ministry.

“When we get to the Ministry, you’re going to have to say what happened to you.”

Clarissa didn’t speak, not sure if she was supposed to agree or question what would happen once she told her story.

“Clarissa,” Roger said her name yet again. Clarissa couldn’t tell if he liked saying it or not, but she thought she rather liked hearing him say it nonetheless.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Do you understand what’s going to happen at the Ministry?”

The question worried Clarissa.

“I have to tell them what happened to me, and there’s paperwork,” the slave girl looked up at Roger nervously. “Is there anything else, Sir?”

“That’s about it. The woman I spoke to on the phone said that you might qualify for an rehabilitation program, if you wanted.”

Clarissa was silent.

“They would help you overcome your submissive tendencies enough to pass the exam so you could be free.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Roger looked at Clarissa as she gazed out the window.

“You really don’t want to be free, do you, darling?”

Clarissa looked back at Roger, tears stinging her eyes.

“No, Sir,” she whispered softly.

“Alright,” Roger took her hand. “I won’t press it anymore. I just want you to know that if you ever decide that you want your freedom, I will do everything I can to give it to you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Roger kept his hand clasped with Clarissa’s until they parked at the Ministry building. Without speaking a word to each other, they made their way into the building where an enslaved woman greeted them and offered an enslaved man to escort them to their appointment. The man was younger than Roger, and was dressed in a leather harness, g-string and boots which echoed down the hallway as he lead them to a small office.

“Mistress Patty, this is Master Roger Davis and the slave Clarissa for your two o’clock,” the leather clad slave bowed as he introduced them.

“Thank you, Lyle,” Mistress Patty smiled at her guests. “Please, both of you, sit down. May I have Lyle bring you anything?”

“Some water, perhaps,” Roger suggested, noticing how pale Clarissa had become since the gümüşhane escort car ride.

Lyle bowed again and left, closing the door.

Patty was an older woman, though still attractive, who seemed to wear a smile as easily as a necklace or watch.

“Clarissa,” she focused her gaze on the weak girl sitting beside Roger. “Do you understand why Master Roger brought you in today?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Clarissa nodded, as Roger gently took her hand once more. “I have to tell you what happened to me, and then he, Master Roger, has to do some paperwork.”

“Yes,” Patty nodded, “that’s about it. Now, according to the file we found for you, you came into enslavement voluntarily about two years ago. Is that correct, Clarissa?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“And you were purchased by Master Paul Smith?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“That’s all the Ministry knows right now, Clarissa. Was Master Paul the one who gave you those bruises?”

“No, Ma’am.” Clarissa looked at Roger, who nodded, encouraging her to speak. “Master Paul sold me a month after he bought me. Master….Harry….. I can’t remember his last name, Ma’am.”

“It’s alright,” Patty’s smile had faded, though still there as encouragement. “Just tell me whatever you can remember, however you can tell it.”

“Master Harry was a friend of Master Paul’s, and he owned me until…” Clarissa’s voice trailed off as Lyle returned, bottles of water in hand. She waited until he had been dismissed and the door closed again to continue.

“Master Harry lost his job, and his wife sold me to Master…. to the Master who hurt me.”

“Do you remember his name, Clarissa?” Patty asked gently, yet without hesitation.

She shook her head, squeezing Roger’s hand.

“I don’t know if he ever told me…. he made me wear a hood a lot, so I couldn’t hear when he spoke to other people.”

“Did he hurt you from the beginning?”

“He said that slaves like me weren’t good for much else.”

Roger leaned over and kissed Clarissa’s cheek.

Patty paused, watching him, before asking another question.

“Clarissa, how did you end up at the dumpster?”

“He would rent me sometimes, and I remember going to the party. I was caged in the back of a van without windows, and hooded, so I couldn’t see where I was. But the party was at a house with college students. And at first it was good, because they just wanted me to make out with girls who were there, or suck cocks. And then they started to fuck me, which my Master never did… And then all of a sudden it was only five guys left, and my Master was back. He started telling me how he was going to use me as a punching bag when we got home, to punish izmir escort me for being such a dirty filthy slut. And one of the guys said he would help. And then…”

“Your Master taught them how to use a slave girl like a punching bag, didn’t he, Clarissa?” Roger helped her finish.

“Yes, Sir,” Clarissa whimpered.

“What happened next?” Patty looked from Roger to Clarissa.

“Clarissa,” Roger rubbed her back, “do you remember what happened next?”

“I just wanted to go to sleep,” Clarissa forced herself to continue. “But when they let me down, they were all hard.”

“Your master, too?” Patty needed clarification for her report.

Clarissa nodded.

“I remember him getting me in position. And I remember him telling the boys things to do.. And then I was sucking someone’s cock, and someone was fucking me, and then someone plugged my nose, and I couldn’t breathe. I don’t remember anything else. Until Maggie woke me up at the dumpster.”

“Oh, darling,” Roger breathed, letting Clarissa cry into his chest. He looked over at Patty who had lost her smile, but was not distracted from her job. She was jotting down notes, and looking up occasionally to see when she could ask her follow up questions.

“Clarissa,” Patty gently coaxed the slave girl to look up from Roger’s shirt. “Can you tell me what your Master looked like?”

“He was shorter than Master Roger, by a few inches, and blonde,” Clarissa tried to stop crying. “And he was skinny. Really skinny.”

“How old do you think he was?”

“He didn’t look very old, but he looked older than me.”

Patty wrote down some more.

“Can we take a break?” Roger asked.

“Oh, yes,” Patty looked up from her work with an ounce of surprise. “I’ll finish up this report and get our paperwork ready. Why don’t you take Clarissa out into the hall to walk around a little?”

Roger nodded as he helped Clarissa rise and lead her into the hallway, his arm wrapped around her waist.

“How much did that bastard ever give you to eat?” He asked in a soft voice as soon as they were outside of Patty’s office.

“More than he said I deserved, Sir.”

“You know all that stuff he said to you is bullshit,” Roger stopped walking and looked into Clarissa’s eyes. There were still plenty of tears in them, he could tell.

“I know, Sir.” Clarissa looked around the empty hallway nervously. “If he had let me leave, Sir, I would have. I’m not that much of a masochist, I promise.”

“Patty’s going to ask you about the rehabilitation center when we go back in. Let her go through her spiel, and then you can decline, okay?” Roger kissed her lips ever so gently and took her hand to start leading her back into the office.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And then I’m going to sign some papers that will make me your official Master, and make you my official slave, and then I’m going to take you home, is that what you want?”

“Yes, Sir,” Clarissa smiled a little, which made Roger smile a little more.

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Hans bana döndü iznin olursa bir daha karinin tatli amini sikmek istiyorum dedi.Karimsa geldedi elinden tutugu gibi yatak odasina gectiler bende arkalarindan yürüdüm.Hans yataga sirt üstü uzandi ve yaragini havaya dikti.Karimsa etgini yukari beline kadar siyrdi ve hansin yaraginin üstüne yavasca oturdu.Karim yavastan basladigi ise hizlanarak devam etti.Hansin akintisi oldukcagec geldi bu sefer onbes,yirmi dakika sürdü.ikisde bitmis bir sekilde yataga uzandilar.Karim hayatindan memmundu. 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Journey to the Year 1,000,000,000

Chapter 14

[Note: This is a Science Fiction story with some erotic scenes. It is not a story with erotic scenes in every chapter. Some chapters have incredible sex scenes, but many others have none. ]

“Finally,” said Pam.

She was gorgeous. She was wearing her special white dress that Taylor had loved so much. Her beautiful blonde hair was perfectly combed. Her breasts were large and firm. Her smile was wide. Only her eyes were different, her green eyes vaguely blank.

“I have searched so long for you, my love,” said Pam, giving him a kiss.

The kiss felt real. But Taylor looked at the blackness around them. He knew this was another dream.

“How long have you searched for me?” Taylor asked, playing along.

“For 500 million years,” said Pam. “That’s why it’s taken me so long to find you. I had to go back in time quite a bit, my sweet.” And she kissed him again.

“You mean forward in time, don’t you?” said Taylor.

Pam smiled. “I meant what I said, my sweetest love.” She ran a hand through his hair. “I have not seen you… in so long. I missed you so much.”

Taylor looked confused. “Pam, if this were really you, you’ve been dead for at least 500 million years.”

“No, you’re the one who’s long dead and gone, my sweet,” she said, crinkling her nose in that irresistible way she did.

“You’re not real,” Taylor insisted.

“I am real,” said Pam. “Because of your love for me, I am real. Or rather, I will be. It is you who are not real, from my perspective.”

“Oh, I’m not, am I?” Taylor was beginning to find this dream amusing.

“No. But you soon will be. That’s why I’m here. You have to fight on just a bit longer, my sweet. Your travails are almost over. 500 million years of time cannot separate us, my love. Not 500 million years, not a billion, and not infinity.” And then she kissed him again. He felt the warmth of her lips against his.

“I came to you because you taught me to love,” said Pam. “You taught me to love, and I could not bear the thought of what was being done to you here. But be strong, my sweet. It is almost over. Soon, we shall be together again. Look for me… look for me, Michael… I will be there for you, waiting for you, at the end of time….”

********

Taylor sat up with a jerk. His body was sweaty. His heart was beating rapidly.

It had been Pam, and yet, not Pam. The real Pam never talked like that. It had been another dream. His desire for Pam had fused together with his desire for escape, and this is what it had produced.

And yet… something about Pam had been so… compelling. Even though he knew it had to be a dream, it had to be a product of his feverish unconscious.

Didn’t it?

He got up, and abruptly looked around.

“Michael, are you all right?” Victor asked.

Taylor looked around, and saw the despondent remainder of his crew. More than half of them had been taken.

“What are you looking for?” Victor asked. “What are you doing, Michael?”

“What am I doing? What am I doing?” Taylor repeated, as he worked to clear the sleep inertia from his mind. “I’m getting us out of here. That’s what I’m doing, Victor.”

He strode up to the bed in the center of the room, which was unoccupied, at the moment. “Suki!” he yelled.

“Suki!” he yelled again.

The others looked at him like he was insane.

Taylor climbed on the bed, and stood on it. “Suki!” he cried again.

“He’s gone mad,” said Bill Carey.

“It’s the stress,” said Victor. “It could happen to any of us.”

Suddenly Jennifer appeared. “Captain Taylor?”

“I called for Suki,” said Taylor.

Jennifer changed into Suki.

“No, I want Suki,” said Taylor, as if he were talking to a small child.

Suki disappeared.

Suki reappeared.

Once again, Taylor had no way of knowing for sure who he was speaking to. All he could do was-

“Take us somewhere private.”

********

They watched Suki standing in front of the graduating class at the Survey Service Academy in Perth.

“Who was sitting in the front row, watching you?”

“My parents,” said Suki.

They watched Suki receive her formal rank of ensign. That Suki smiled and looked emotionally overwhelmed as the audience clapped wildly while she was decorated with her new shoulder bars.

“How did it make you feel to be awarded the rank and responsibilities of the rank of Ensign in the United Survey Service?”

“Proud,” said Suki, her face a mask.

“And to have your parents there to see it?”

“Proud,” Suki said again. “Very proud.”

The scene changed. Suki was riding on Taylor’s penis, on the soft grass on the banks of the hot spring.

“I’m your Captain’s girl. I’m your Captain’s girl,” said Suki, smiling as she worked herself up and down on his shaft.

“How did you feel when you said elazığ escort that?” Taylor asked.

Suki watched herself work her body up and down on Taylor. She saw the feeling of pure pleasure written on her face as her younger self worked to elicit the same feelings from Taylor beneath her. She watched as her young body rocked under the sun, making love in the great outdoors, enjoying the sexual pleasure of taking a man and being taken by him in the arms of nature.

“I felt happy. Very happy,” said Suki woodenly.

Taylor looked at her face and frowned. It wasn’t working. She remembered all these things, but she didn’t feel them. He stared at her blank face, straining to come up with another idea, an idea which would save them all. “All right,” he said finally.

The scene shifted again.

Taylor was making love to Jennifer. He was plowing between her legs, his eyes shut, his face a mask of concentration. Jennifer was looking up at him, her eyes gleaming, with just the faintest hint of satisfaction on her face.

But then the scene moved outwards, and there was Suki, some twenty feet away, with the fingers of her right hand in her mouth, and her left hand clamped on her thigh. Her face was full of concern as she watched Taylor performing the ritual of reproduction with Jennifer, or whatever Jennifer had become.

“What were you feeling then?” Taylor asked.

“Jealousy,” said Suki.

“Is that all?”

Suki was silent.

“Is that all you felt?” Taylor asked again, walking around her.

“No,” said Suki. “I also felt fear.”

“Fear of what?”

“Fear that you would be given the isotope,” said Suki.

“Why?”

“Because a second dose of the isotope would likely be fatal.”

“And why would you care about that?” said Taylor.

“Because… because I love you,” she said, looking into his eyes.

And then he saw it. He had broken through.

Jennifer hadn’t loved him. Not like that. Not in the way that Suki did. Suki’s DNA had been twisted, altered, and her consciousness had been made to serve the United. But somewhere in the portion of her that had been swallowed up, was the memory of who she was, and the feelings that came with it.

Suki put her hands on Taylor’s face. She stared at him wordlessly, but her eyes widened, ever so slightly.

“Help us,” Taylor said.

Her hands roamed over his cheeks, and neck, and chest.

“Save us,” Taylor pleaded.

Suki bit her lips, and her eyes turned ablaze.

*********

He was back on the Judicator. All the survivors were. Even though Taylor didn’t see everyone on the bridge, he somehow knew everyone was aboard. Bill Carey and Ensign Collins and Elizabeth and Victor were there, as was… Suki.

“You don’t have much time,” said Suki. “Set a course for the anomaly, fast.”

Taylor sprinted to the navigation console. In seconds, the mighty engines of the Judicator were fired up. They were in orbit around Corta; it would take about four minutes to reach the Black Box.

“Suki?” said Elizabeth, with a confused look on her face.

“Suki, can’t they just teleport us back to Corta?” Taylor asked.

“I have set up a dispersion sublayer. They will have to work their way through it. But it will not hold them for long,” said Suki. “Once you get into the Black Box, you should be safe.”

“But the Black Box only goes forward in time,” said Taylor.

“I will help you use it to go back,” said Suki. She glanced at the viewscreen, and saw the distant shape of the Black Box move closer.

“But what about our mission?” Taylor asked. “Have we accomplished it? Is the Earth safe?”

“Yes, but-“

Suddenly, United appeared all over the Judicator, including the bridge. One of them reached out and touched Ensign Kevin Garrovick. Both the United and Garrovick disappeared.

“Don’t let them touch you!” Suki shouted.

Another United appeared, and lunged for Elizabeth. Taylor instinctively reached for his compression pistol, but he was unarmed. Elizabeth retreated, but was cornered in one part of the bridge. The United approached her.

But then Bill Carey came up from behind and grabbed the United, throwing it to the ground. Both of them vanished. Elizabeth screamed.

The Black Box loomed large in the screen. Crew all over the ship fled as they were pursued by the United. Those in corridors were more fortunate as they had more space to run away then those on the bridge, but as the seconds ticked by more and more of them were apprehended and returned to Corta.

On the bridge, Taylor ducked a tentacle from one of the United. He saw out of the corner of his eye the Black Box loomed large on the viewscreen. Just a few more seconds!

“Hello, Captain.”

Taylor turned to see Jennifer, smiling at him. “We’re not done yet, Captain Taylor,” she said, reaching out.

Taylor fell backwards, stumbling, and fell on the ground.

Jennifer reached down-

And a blast erzincan escort sent her sprawling.

“Get away from him, you bitch!” Suki yelled.

Jennifer looked at Suki with eyes as hard as flint. She launched an energy blast at Suki. Suki responded with one of their own. They blasted each other, each trying to overcome the other’s energy bursts-

And then the USS Judicator entered the Black box.

All the United on the ship vanished. All except Jennifer and Suki.

Taylor watched with mixed emotions as he saw the large hole in Jennifer’s chest. She lay lifelessly on the ground. She looked so much like Jennifer… on the outside. The smoky hole, however, held silvery flesh on the inside.

“Cap…tain,” said a familiar voice.

Taylor ran over to Suki. She had a large smoking hole in her belly. She had partially transformed; her bottom half was squid, the top half still her original self.

Taylor held the human half in his arms. “Suki-“

“I’m glad,” she said softly.

“Glad?”

“Experiment,” said Suki, and her voice dropped in volume, to a whisper. “Experiment… a…. ahhhhh…. success.” She started to lift her hand, faltered, and Taylor lifted it to his face. She looked into his eyes. “I… I feel.” She actually smiled, for a fraction of a moment, and then she collapsed, and her body reverted entirely, and he found himself holding a creature with one giant eye.

Taylor raised his head, still holding Suki in his arms, with horror, surprise, and shock competing for primacy on his face. Elizabeth looked at him, and her face melted in sympathy as their eyes met.

********

Sixteen.

Out of a crew of 54 Survey Service officers and 14 scientists, there were only 16 of them left.

It wasn’t precisely clear how many of them were dead, or still captive on Corta. At the time they escaped, Taylor had the impression that approximately 28 of his crew hadn’t yet been given the isotope. That meant that the United had recaptured about a dozen of them.

Taylor’s back grew taut. The Survey Service never left its own behind, not ever. But he had no choice. They were flying out of control in the Black Box. There was no way to go back. The guilt of this experience, of leaving crewmembers behind, would be with him for the rest of his life.

“There was nothing you could have done, Michael,” said Victor. “It was amazing that you saved any of us. No Survey Service Captain could have done any better.”

Taylor looked down. He felt incredibly conflicted.

“Hey,” said Elizabeth.

Taylor lifted his head.

“You did well,” she said, giving him a quick kiss.

********

Taylor set up a three shift rotating watch schedule with the skeleton crew he had left. He headed one watch; Ensign Collins headed the second; and Elizabeth headed the third. Taylor recalled that technically speaking, Elizabeth outranked them all, as a full Commander in the Survey Service Reserves. The day they had argued about her rank in Admiral Von Windhoek’s office had seemed so long ago.

500,000,000 years ago, give or take a few million.

Taylor left crewman Mayweather in charge of the bridge for a brief period while he met with Elizabeth, Victor, and Doctor McCrae, virtually all that were left of the senior staff.

“It seems our mission is complete,” said Taylor.

“And how do we know that?” McCrae asked.

“The United claimed that the Black Box is gone from Earth, that it didn’t cause any further harm,” said Taylor. “And Suki basically confirmed that.”

“Basically?” said Elizabeth.

“When I asked her if the Earth was safe, she said, ‘Yes, but’.”

“Yes… but what?” said Elizabeth.

“We were attacked,” said Taylor. “She never got a chance to say more.”

“It’s that ‘but’ part that concerns me,” said McCrae, raising an eyebrow.

“Me too,” said Taylor. “But I don’t see that we can do anything about it. If Suki were here, she could have guided us back to Earth…. But she’s not here, and we’re flying out of control, into the future.”

“I’m confused,” said Elizabeth. “The time we just left, the year 500,000,000-“

“Plus or minus a few million years,” said Victor.

Elizabeth gave him a dirty look. “The time period we just left. That’s where the time tunnel was started from, correct?”

“That’s where it was controlled from,” said Taylor. “So we were told,” he hastened to add. Could they really know anything with a certainty, under these circumstances?

“And their goal was to get people from the past, like us, to come to their time so they could use them in experiments,” said Elizabeth.

“So we were told,” said Taylor.

“So… why wasn’t this the last stop in the time tunnel?” said Elizabeth.

“A good question,” said Victor. “Perhaps they were also sending explorers into their own future.”

“How far into the future?” said Elizabeth. “What if this time tunnel is… endless? Infinite? Like a chimney with erzurum escort no ending?”

“Let’s not dwell on things we can’t control,” said Victor. “Let’s try to look at the bright side. Suki said the Earth is safe. She said ‘Yes, but’, I’m an eternal optimist. I prefer to dwell on the ‘yes’ part. I think our mission is accomplished.”

“Yes,” said Taylor, looking out the window at the blackness of space. “But where are we? And when?”

********

Taylor and Elizabeth both had emotional scars to tend to. Taylor had been forced to watch helplessly as his crew get killed or converted, one by one. He had lost more than half his crew. He felt the weight of it heavily.

Elizabeth tried to console him. “Michael, if it had been anyone else, anyone at all, we would all be dead.”

Taylor said nothing.

“Captain Margaret Astor, USS Aurora. Entire crew, lost.”

Taylor remembered how the Ascended had tortured the Aurora’s crew, until nothing was left of them.

“Captain Robert Andrews, USS Judicator. Entire crew, lost.””

Taylor remembered how the physical bodies of the Judicator crew had withered away, leaving them trapped in the virtual layer.

“Captain Audrey Spaulding, USS Exeter. Entire crew, lost.””

The Exeter crew had been killed or converted by the United. For a moment Taylor thought about Captain Spaulding. Had she really come to him in a dream, to try and help him? Or had that been Taylor’s own wishful thinking?

“You saved us,” said Elizabeth, interrupting his train of thought. “You saved all of us that could be saved. You were the only Survey Service Captain who could.” She leaned over and kissed him. He felt her reassuring lips.

I love you, I love you.

Elizabeth still believed it. She believed that he was in love with her.

Taylor’s thoughts naturally turned to Jennifer, and Suki. He hadn’t been able to turn Jennifer.

But that was because Jennifer never loved him, not like Suki did.

Jennifer… for the rest of his life Taylor would not know what to think about his first officer. On one level she had been his loyal, dependable friend. But on another… she had been a temptress, one who delighted in leading men on, one who enjoyed the feeling of being wanted, and denying pleasure to those who responded.

In a way, Jennifer was a lot like the United. She had to go to extremes to feel anything. Thinking about it, Taylor wasn’t sure how much Jennifer had actually changed when she became a member of the United. There had been some troubling continuity.

But at least Suki had come back to him, in the end. It was not her love for the Survey Service which had turned her, but her love for him, even though her love was unrequited, even though he had repeatedly spurned and rejected her.

And then, at the last, when she looked up at him… she had seemed happy, satisfied even. He wondered how much of her had been Suki, and how much the United. He would never know.

Taylor was suddenly aware that Elizabeth was sobbing softly.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he said, taking her in his arms.

“I… I was just thinking of Bill Carey,” said Elizabeth. “When he tackled that United… he gave his life to save mine.” She swallowed. Her face was sweaty. “When I ask myself, would I have done the same for him, would I have sacrificed my life to save his, I have to say… the answer would be… no. And yet, he did it for me, without a second thought. Why?” She looked at him with pain in her eyes.

“He was a Survey Service officer,” said Taylor, holding her closely. “That’s his job.”

“But… I’m a Survey Service officer too,” said Elizabeth.

“In the Scientific Branch,” said Taylor. “It’s no disrespect to your work, but I wouldn’t expect Doctor McCrae to lead a squad into battle. Nor you.”

She looked at him tearfully. “Will you… will give them commendations in your log?”

“I will. All of them.” Especially Suki.

The Year 1,000,000,000

The Judicator was a ghost ship.

The ship had a normal complement of 234. With only 16 crewmembers aboard, it felt… empty.

Even more so as Taylor looked at all the empty positions on the bridge. Bridge watches were held by only a single watch officer and two crewers, crewers who were technically not qualified to even be on the bridge.

That left for a lot of empty chairs.

There was an empty chair for Bill Carey. They had started out very adversarially towards each other. Then they had bonded while both being interrogated by the Ascended in the year 8,000,000. But that had been nearly 500,000,000 years ago.

And now Bill was gone. Taylor hoped they would get home if only so he could tell Bill’s family how brave he had been.

There was a seat for Jennifer, of course. Taylor had very mixed feelings about his former first officer. He couldn’t blame her for what she had become. Despite the things she had done to him, both before and after becoming a member of the United, he still found that he missed her, to his surprise. He would never see that little smile again. He would never see the wonderful profile she cut in a Survey Service uniform, never be on the receiving end of a little flirtatious-

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Author’s Note: Because this story takes place in a fantasy analogue of the Age of Sail, I am using the Imperial measurement system in all it’s outdated glory. For most of you, that will mean it’s hard to figure out what the weights mean. It’s a way to give a rough idea of how much someone weighs without being locked down to a particular number. The ambiguity is purposeful. As for the bust sizes, well, those are modern. You’ll just have to deal with the anachronism. Because this story is an analogue, I’m going to include real-world accent descriptions here for the characters who have them, just in case it isn’t obvious.

Second Author’s Note: I’ve tried to keep this cast list as spoiler free as possible, but some small revelations are inevitable with the descriptions of who people are. If you are still working through the first 10 chapters or so, skip this for now.

Main Cast:

Will Sterling: Former professional adventurer turned cartographer. Cursed with strange bad luck. 6 foot 3 inches tall. Weighs about 14 Stone. 33 years old. Lanky, with broad shoulders. Straight, light brown hair that hangs just past his jawline. Usually keeps clean shaven. Blue eyes. Tends to dress in a white shirt, black breeches and vest, and a black tricorn hat. Carries a rapier at his side.

Belladonna Fortuna: Professional fortune teller and fairly skilled witch specializing in divinations and sex-based magic. Hails from the N’madi people, a nomadic people who are often not trusted by other cultures. 5 foot 7 inches tall. Weighs a little less than 11 Stone. 26 years old. 36 E bust. Very curvaceous. Long, black, curly hair, nearly always pouring out from beneath a headscarf. Dark brown eyes. Tends to wear multi-colored, patchwork skirts, a white, off the shoulder peasant blouse, and a vest-like underbust corset. Has a red and white monkey as a familiar.

Jaine Castilian: Will’s office assistant and bookkeeper. Born on the Mainland. Formerly an Acolyte of the Magistrate trained to sense people’s motivations and whether they are being honest. Apprentice level at the engraving of Sigils, kuşadası escort with a knack for a small number of more powerful rituals, such as the Truthtelling compulsion and a few other protective wards. “Received British” accent. 5 foot 7 inches tall. Weighs slightly less than 9 Stone. 22 years old. 34 C bust. Slender, with long, graceful limbs. Long, straight honey brown hair usually kept up in a neat bun on the back of her head and held in place with a silver stick. Large, bright blue eyes. Tends to dress conservatively in simple high necked, long sleeved blouses that button up the front, and dark floor length skirts.

Jaqueline Hunter: Professional adventurer. Born on the mainland to a wealthy minor noble family. Highly educated. “Received british” accent. 5 foot 8 inches tall. 26 years old. 36 D bust. Weighs 10 and a half stone. Looks like she weighs less due to having a deceptive amount of muscle. Long, straight, dark brown hair usually pulled back into a single braid. Brown eyes. Wears sensible, well worn but cared for boots, dark brown trousers with large pockets on the thighs, a man’s button up beige shirt, and a black hat with curved-up sides and a small silver skull on the brim. She carries a large, custom firearm with three barrels slung at her right hip and a machete sheathed horizontally at the small of her back.

Quinn: Jaqueline’s manservant. Obviously non-human. Has green skin and upswept ears. 6 feet tall. Age unknown (appears to be in his 30s). Possesses supernatural powers related to water. Light “Persian” (Farsi) accent. Weighs a bit more than 16 stone. Stocky and very muscular. Covered in swirling filigree-like tattoos. Has many rings in his ears, and one in each nipple. His head is shaved save for a long, braided topknot of thick, dark green hair. Besides the topknot he has no other bodyhair. Black, almond shaped eyes. Wears heavy, armor plated boots and greaves, bracers, and a wide, armored belt that protects the lower half of his torso. A sarong completes his outfit. Carries two curved swords on his back.

Belita kocaeli escort Vex: Captain of the Kestrel. Her heritage is Mainlander, but she was born and raised in the free islands. “Seafarer’s Brogue” accent (a blended combination of irish, cockney, and caribbean accents) 5 foot 4 inches. Weighs around 8 and a half Stone. 28 years old. 36 D bust (which looks bigger on her short frame). Thick, wavy, sun bleached blond hair that hangs to her mid-back, usually pulled back into a ponytail. Blue eyes. Very tanned skin. Two silver teeth on the upper right side of her smile. Two thin braids come from her temple, capped in silver beads. Usually she wears a loose, blousy white shirt, close fitting dark grey breeches, a belt and red sash around her waist, a knee length dark blue frock coat, and a tricorn hat with a blue band. She carries a cutlass on her hip and two pistols opposite the sword.

Supporting Cast:

Lord Hallister Morant: Minor nobility. Quite wealthy. Speaks with a “Received British” accent. 5 foot 11 inches. Weighs a bit more than 12 Stone. 49 years old. Short, well groomed white hair. Pale blue eyes. Dresses impeccably in a black suit and pale grey undershirt, with a diamond cravat pin and a top hat with a grey band. Carries a polished black cane.

Tolliver Lynch: Lord Morant’s manservant. Tall and slender. Always neatly dressed and unfailingly polite. Also quite ruthless.

Greyson Caine: Head of security at Merry Mary’s. Has a reputation for being the toughest guy on the island, but doesn’t look it. Mainlander heritage. 6 foot 1 inches tall. Weighs a bit more than 13 and a half stone. 35 years old, but looks closer to 50. Keeps his head and face shaved close, but doesn’t do it often, so he always has a short stubble on his whole head. Dark blue eyes. Wears a simple grey doublet and loose trousers. Carries no weapons, but almost always has a dented metal tankard in his hand.

Tonya: Belladonna’s apprentice. Working girl at Merry Mary’s. 5 foot 1 inches tall. Weighs about 7 stone. 19 years old. 30C bust. Straight brown hair, konya escort usually worn in intricate braid styles that show off her round, attractive face. Green eyes. Wears the fanciest dresses she can borrow from the wardrobe at Mary’s. Carries a small knife, mostly for utility purposes.

Prelate Alexandra: Highest ranking Magistrate official on the island. Leader of the Magistrate forces in Prince’s Cove and overseer of Fort Deliverance. Master diviner. 5 foot 6 inches tall. Weighs a little more than 12 stone. 44 years old. 38D bust. Wavy light brown hair that is going grey at the temples, usually kept up in a neat bun at the back of her head, and often covered by religious headwear. Grey-blue eyes. Wears the robes of her office in public. Carries no weapons.

Coleman North: Quartermaster aboard the Kestrel. Stocky bearded mainlander. 5 foot 10 inches tall. Weighs 14 stone. 41 years old. Wiry black hair cropped close to his head, streaked through with grey, and a bristly grey beard streaked through with black. Hazel eyes. Tends to wear simple brown breeches with suspenders and a sleeveless tunic. Keeps a “panama” style hat folded and rolled in his pocket in case it rains. A few tools and pouches dot his suspenders, as well as a large knife sheathed upside down near his left shoulder.

Danica North: First Mate aboard the Kestrel. Short, stocky manilander. 5 foot 3 inches. Weights 11 stone. 36 years old. 36D bust. Light brown hair just beginning to grey at her temples, pulled back into a shoulder length braid. Dark brown eyes. Usually wears sturdy boots and grey men’s trousers, but a brightly colored women’s blouse. Usually wears a bowler hat on her head. A wicked looking hatchet with a curved back-spike hangs from a ring on her belt.

Colin Strong: Helmsman aboard the Kestrel. Tall and broad, and powerfully muscled. Darker skin than most mainlanders. Unplaceable, mixed heritage. 6 foot 3 inches tall. Weighs 17 stone. 19 years old. Curly black hair kept shorn close. Keeps clean shaven because he can’t grow much of a beard. Light brown eyes. Usually wears simple boots and brown trousers, and a paisley vest. He rarely wears a shirt under it, but when he does it’s usually plain brown like his pants. Doesn’t own a hat. Keeps a belaying pin tucked behind his belt and a folding knife in his pocket.

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