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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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Tesettürlü Karim Ve Alman KomsumBiz uzun yillardir Almanyada yasiyoruz.Kapi komsum olan hans karisini kaybetmis altmis,yetmis yaslarinda ama gencliginde spor yaptigindan atletik yapili ve karisiniuzun zaman önce kazada kaybetmis birisiydi.Ben ve karimda mütavazi insanlardik.Karim oldukca tutucu ve bir o kadarda güzeldir.Tesetürlü ve basi kapalı dolasir.otuz yasinda olan ince belli ve kalin kalcalara sahiptir.Komsum Hans . yalniz yasadigi icin devamli bize gelir sohbet ederdik.Bir günkonusurken konu sexse geldi dedimki hans yillardir kadinsiz nasil yasiyorsun? diye sakayla karisik soru sordum.Oda elimle idare ediyorum.Ya dedim elle nereye kadar gider olurmu hic.Oruspulara filan gitsene dedim.Hansda ben evli kadinlardan ve degisik olanlardan hoslanirim dedi.Bende nasil yani diye sorunca .kizmak . yok dedi.Mesala senin karini cok güzel ve seksi buluyorum ipek örtüyle basini örtüyor ve dar ve uzun etek giyor ve kalcalari bütün güzelligiyle ortaya cikiyor.Iste seni karin gibi bir kadinla beraber olmak isterdim.Bense icimden kizmistim fakat konuyu actigim icin seslenmedim.Hatta bizim Hansla dalga geciyim diye düsündüm nasilsa yas yetmis is bitmis.Dedimki Hans benim karimi sen yapamasinki seninki calismazemekliye ayrilmistir diye takildim.Oda eger karin verirse sende seyredirsin dedi nasil yaptigimi.Bende vermez diyince oda idaaya varmisin dedi bende varimdedim.O aksam karimla sevisirken Hansin anlattiklari aklima geldikce tahrik oldum.Neyse bir kac gün sonra karim dediki Hans bana hediye almis .diyince ne almis dedigimde pahali bir yüzsük verdi.Bende onu yemege davet ettim dedi.Sesli olarak eyvah dedim.Karim ne oldu diyince bende gecenki konusmalari anlattim.Karimda bana kizdi.Aksam eve döndügümde karimi asiri süslenmis buldum hayirdir dedim ne bu hal oda senin ihtiyari birazazdiralim demezmi Karima sakin ha yüz verme dedim.Sen baslattin bende bitireyyim van escort dalgamizi geceriz dedi.Karim makyaj yapmis topuklu siyah ayakkabi ve siyah ince coraplari dar ve dizine kadar olan siyah etegi ve beyaz hafif icini ve sütyenini belli eden gömlegiyle basindada altin renginde kapalı hazirdi eglenceye Hans geldiginde karimda gözlerini alamiyordu.Sanki yiyecek gibi bakiyordu.Karima bu daha bir güzelsiniz dedi.Karimda tessekkür ettikten sonra benle ilgili . düsüncelerinizi biliyorum ama kocamdan baska erkege vermedim dedi.Hansta güldü ve biz idayaa girdik sizi razi edersem kocanizda söz verdi kizmayacak hatta seyretmesinede izin verecegimki görsün benimki emekli olmusmu olmamismi.Nasilsa karimdan emindim fakat icimede korku girmisti fakatkarimi baska birisi sikerken görmenin hayali bile beni ucurmaya baslamisti.Hans karima senlede idayya girelim . istersen dedi.Karimda ne gibi mesala diye cevapladi. Kocanle ben siklerimizi yaristircagiz kiminki büyükse hemen burda ona verceksin tamammi dedi.Karimla ben sasirmistik bir birimize öylece bakakaldik.Karim ne diyorsun diye bana türkce sordu.Bende olabilir fakat sende istersen.Karimda ya bununki büyük cikarsa ne olacak bende o zaman .vereceksin dedim.Karim kizmayacakmisin dedi.Bende yavas,yavas zevklenmeye basladim dedim.Karimda tuhaf ama bende korkuyla karisik tuhaf oluyorum dedi.Tamam dedi karim kabul ediyorumfakat bu olay burda kalcak hansta söz verdi.Biz karimin karsisinda hansla soyunmaya basladik. Hansin vücudu oldukca diriydi bense biraz kiloluydum.Kilodlarimizidacikardik.benim sikim kalkmisti bile hans biraz oynadi karima bakarak oda kaldirdi.Cetvelle ölctük beniki 20cm hansink**e 22 cm ve birazda kalindi.benimki inceydi.Hans idayi kazandim fakat sen yinede zorla degil kendi gönlünce karar ver dedi. Karimsa hayir istiyorum diyince isler yoluna girmisti.Hanszaten soyunmustu yalova escort hazirdi karim baslayalim diyerek hansa yaklasti Hansta ona yaklasti ve elinden tutarak masanin üzerine oturttu yerdeki pntolunun cebindenbir inci kolya cikartti ve boynuna takti.Öpmeye basladi karimda karsilik veriyordu.Karim masanin üzerine uzanmis hansta etegi siyirdi ve karimin amina dogru yaladi karimin inlemeri artmisti Kildunu cikardi amini dahada derinden yalamaya basladi karim siyah jartiyer coraplari vardi ve gercekten cok seksiydi Basin da kapalı ve gözleri kapali inliyordu.Istiyorum haydi dedi .hans Iyice kalinlasmis ve büyümüs yaragini karimin aminin arasindan iceriyavasca soktu.Elleriylede gömlgini cart diye yirtti ve sütyenin üzerinden memelerini oksamaya basladi.Karim zevkten gözleri kapali etegi belinde inliyordu.Hansta belini saga,soladans edergibi yavas,yavas sikiyordu karimi yaklasik on dakika karimi amindan sikti. Hans karimin amini yavas,yavas sikiyordu bense zevkle diyordum. Gercekten hans bu isi biliyordu.Karim zevkten inliyordu aminin sulari zevk sulari olarak caglamis akiyordu.Hans yaklasik on dakika sonra geliyorum dedi.karimsa icime bosal lütfen diye inliyordu. hans karimin icine döllerini o güzel tirasli amina bosaldi.Ikiside soluk,soluga kalmislardi.hans yaragini cikardi ve bana .döndü hayatimda ilk defa bu kadar güzel am siktim cünkü tertemiz ve kilsizdi sizlere tesekkür ederim dedi.Karimsa hala yemek masasini üstünde yatiyordu karimda dogrularak bende sana tesekkür ederim beni mest ettin kocam erken geliyor her zaman beni tatmin edemiyordu yaragin ve sikilmenin tadina vardim.Kalkti ve hansa sarildi dudaklarina yapisti.Bense karimin sözleri karsisinda sok olmus vaziyette olan biteni seyrediyordum.Hans karimin dudaklarina .yumulmus adetta emiyordu.Karimin dügmeleri acilmis bir vaziyetteydi hansta asagi dogru indi çorlu escort sütyeni yari araladi.>Memelerinin ucunu yaliyor ve emiyordu.Hans yasindan umulmayanbir performansla karimla sevisiyordu.siki tekrar irilesmeye basladi.karimsa onun vücudunu öpüyordu. 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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Kat watched as Charlie groaned and rolled over onto his stomach. She had not been able to sleep since she had figured out that Charlie’s need had become more intense when the waters of Areseric had penetrated his skin. Despite the dilemma, she was still found peace in watching the stars brighten as the night grew deeper. She had been staring at the stars for hours when Charlie had started to thrash around and moan softly.

She crawled over to him, concerned that he was in pain. As she lifted her hand to touch him, she hesitated. She longed to touch him but wasn’t sure if she should. Finally she placed a hand on his shoulder with the intention of waking him up.

“Oh….” she gasped as she was dragged under him She stared up in surprise at him before he lowered his head and attached his mouth to the side of her neck. She groaned as he started sucking on the tender skin at the base of her throat.

* * *

Charlie growled happily as he raised his head and saw the love mark that he had left on the little healer’s neck. He had always been a possessive lover. He loved leaving his mark on his mate. Maybe it was due to the Areseric blood that ran through his veins. Or maybe it was simply because he was a dominant male.

He growled when he saw the flush on her face. She was definitely aroused. Perfect, he thought as he thumbed one of the soft pink nipples. As it hardened for him, he rumbled as he captured it between his lips. Sucking it into his moist mouth, he ran his tongue over the tip of it. As he laved the end of it, he imagined that one day he would be doing the same thing and tasting the milk that she would have for their son. He groaned deeply at the thought of her carrying his child. It was one of the regrets that he had from his previous marriage. He had always longed for children.

He turned his head and treated the other nipple to the same treatment. He growled again when he felt her little hands tangle in his hair before pulling his head closer to her. He could hear her gasps and moans as she squirmed under him. He could feel her rubbing her pussy against his stomach and hips. He caught her hips and pressed her even more tightly against him.

“Charlie!”

“Patience, my Kitty-Kat. We’ll get there,” he whispered as he lifted his head and stared into her passion glazed eyes. He could feel her sharp little nails pressing against his shoulders in protest.

“I ache…” she panted as he held her pinned under him.

“As do I!” He said menacingly before pinning her hands above her head with his. With their height difference, he could easily restrain her. Lifting himself above her, he settled deep in the ‘vee’ of her splayed legs. They both groaned when he ground his aching cock against her pussy. When he slowly rocked against her, Kat wrapped her legs around his trim waist, urging him to quicken the pace. With a deep moan, he granted her wish and rocked urgently against her as he kept his upper body off hers.

* * *

Kat gasped in pleasure as Charlie pinned her to the rough ground. She had tried to resist the temptation. She knew that he had been in a deep sleep. She shouldn’t be enjoying this but she couldn’t resist the pleasure. Pinned as she was, she was helpless against the pleasure that his thrusting hips were giving her. He was rubbing against her aching mound and her sensitive clit was throbbing. She could feel her orgasm coming. She was breathing raggedly.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed as her body exploded.

* * *

Charlie awoke when he heard Kat’s scream. He opened his eyes and stared down at the moaning thrashing Kat. WHAT THE HELL? She was climaxing and she was UNDER him!

“Fuck!” He growled as his cock erupted inside of his pants. When the tremors of pleasure finally resided, he looked down at her flushed face.

“Hi…” she whispered.

“What the hell happened?” he spat arrogantly at her after he rolled off of her soft small body. Sitting up, he ran a hand through his hair.

“You were dreaming.” Kat sat up too. She gently reached out to touch his shoulder.

“Don’t!” he hissed.

“Charlie?” Kat whispered uneasily.

“Don’t touch me, Katrina. This should never have happened.” He stood and walked over to their bags.

“Why do you keep fighting this? It’s obvious that we want each other.”

“I was dreaming Kat. And it wasn’t about you.” He lied without turning to look at her. He couldn’t bear to watch the hurt that he knew was going to be in those beautiful brown eyes.

“Then who…” Kat asked softly

“My wife,” he said as he finally turned back to look at her.

“So I was….”

“Just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I told you before nothing will ever come of this. I am a man and I have needs…”

“I get it. You don’t want me other than as a brief fuck…..” Kat whispered as she scrambled to her feet and ran for the river.

“Kat!” Charles yelled. Concerned for her safety, he followed her. It was still dark out and she didn’t need to be wandering kahramanmaraş escort around. He heard the splash as she dove into the water.

“FUCK!” he grumbled as he stood at the edge of the water. The little witch knew that he wouldn’t follow her into the water. Not after his close call earlier. Even with the meager release he had just had, his hunger was still too close to the surface to attempt another dip into the water. Pacing at the edge of the water, he watched in the moonlight as she started swimming away from him. He kept pace with her on land. Even if he couldn’t go into the water, he was going to protect her.

He followed her on foot for the next hour until it looked she was finally tiring. As she crawled to the shore trembling with fatigue, he knelt down next to her. Reaching up he pushed a wet strand of her hair off her cheek.

“Don’t touch me!” she argued weakly as she collapsed, her body half in the water and half out of it.

“I thought that was my line…” he whispered as he watched her eyes drift shut. She was clearly exhausted from her long swim. He leaned over and picked her up with easy strength and cradled her in his arms.

“You’re a real bastard.” Kat mumbled sleepily.

“I know.” Charles winced as he turned and headed back towards their camp.

* * * Philip watched the pair intently from behind a kor. Since it was night, it too slumbered. He would have to make his move before morning came though. Once the kor awoke it would be hungry and he had no intentions of becoming it’s dinner.

He had been awakened by the same scream that had roused King Charles. He had watched from a distance as the two obviously had a disagreement and then the healer had headed into the river. He found this fact rather interesting. If they had just had an argument, why was she partaking of Areseric’s most well know aphrodisiac?

The king was obviously showing more restraint. He followed the woman but stayed on the bank. As Philip kept behind them but still within sight, he was surprised to see that the woman was traveling farther down stream. What kind of being was she? He had never seen any of the Aresericans stay in contact with the water for more than a few minutes. Even the more daring women and men had only gone in as far as their waists before coming back out and screwing themselves silly. The healer had obviously better control of her libido or she simply wasn’t affected the same way as they were. It was a rather intriguing thought.

He backed up quickly but silently as the couple came back into closer view. The king was carrying the limp healer in his arms. As he waited in the shadows, the king and healer passed mere feet from his hiding spot. It would be ideal to strike now but Aric had said nothing about hurting the healer. And it went against the grain for him to lift a hand against a healer. His dead mother had been a healer. He could no more strike a healer than he could his own mother.

He was patient. The king’s time would come. He would just have to wait for it. He would attack soon perhaps just as the sun rose.

* * *

Clara was awakened from a dead sleep by the pounding on her suite door. She glanced at the clock and groaned. It was three AM! And she knew exactly who was at her door. Sighing, she rolled out of her bed, and grabbed the white robe off the foot of the bed. Shrugging into it, she walked out to the sitting area of her suite. Opening the door a crack, she saw her enraged niece.

“This couldn’t wait until the morning, Gracie?” she asked as she pulled the door further open.

“No! I need to talk to you. Now!”, she added as she watched her aunt start to close the door.

“Fine – come in before you wake up half the household.” Clara said as she turned leaving the door part way open. “Please don’t slam the door.”

As Clara settled into the armchair next to the fireplace, she watched Gracie waddle back and forth in front of her. Finally she stopped and looked at her aunt. Blue sparks lit up her eyes.

“Was it a diversion?”

“No.” Clara said already knowing what Gracie was referring to. “Your sister will come into her powers after she has her babies. You will be the best person to teach her how to control them. She will need YOU!”

“Did you know that my husband has left? Or where he is going?”

“Yes. I knew. You are in no condition to follow him, Gracie. You are seven months pregnant. If it weren’t for Kat’s touch you would have already had those three. Who knows if you or they would have lived?”

“What do you mean?” Gracie asked with a frown.

“Each time she had touched you, she has healed your body. There is a reason why Rand is only planning on only having these babies with you. Your body will not be able to handle having any more pregnancies. Once is all he gets and he knows it. So he made his one shot count.”

“Oh….”

“So you need to stay here and give those babies a chance. If you go traipsing kastamonu escort out into the desert after your husband, you could cause yourself great harm. But it could be even worse for those three babies!” She watched as Gracie turned away from her.

“But even as I tell you these facts, I know you are going to go after him. It is the way of Chosens.” Clara sighed as Gracie rushed out of the room.

* * *

As the sunlight finally touched Kat’s sleeping face, Charlie knew that he was a goner. That as surely as the Sun shone above – he was falling in love with the little healer. He was still fighting it as hard as he could but he had finally realized that even if he fell in love with her, he would never have her. He just couldn’t trust either of them that far.

Gently shaking her, he woke her up.

“Let’s go Katrina. It’s time to head out.” He spoke firmly as he crossed the fire and squatted down to start Kat’s precious coffee. He had finally figured out how to make a decent cup.

Kat grumbled and joined him by the fire. As she knelt down to take the coffee from him she was suddenly airborne. She landed on the far side of the fire headfirst and with a loud thump.

“KATRINA!” Charles jumped to his feet to only be hit from behind.

* * *

Rand cursed as he neared the campsite and saw the man attack Charles.

“Yah!” he yelled as he urged the zephti into a fast gallop. He had to reach the campfire before Kat watched dazed as a man and his attacker circled each other. She sat up and tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head. She had landed hard on the ground and had hit her head. Oh how it ached. She was trying to get to her feet when she was suddenly grabbed by the smaller of the two men. She struggled painfully against his strong arm as he twisted hers behind her back.

“Stay back,” he warned the others, “or she goes into the fire.”

“She’s a healer. They are protected by law. It’s a sure death sentence if you kill her.” The larger man tried to argue.

“Why should I care. I’ve already broken the law concerning the king. How much more dead can I get?”

Kat squeaked as she was lifted up and thrust towards the fire. She screamed as she felt him let go of her and the fire raced up to meet her.

* * *

The next few minutes were a blur for Kat. Just as she saw the flames leap up to engulf her, she was snatched out of the air by a pair of strong arms and the fire was snuffed instantly. She sobbed softly as she was cradled against a hard chest. She looked up to see a pair of green eyes surrounded by fiery red hair watching her.

“Are you okay, Katrina?” Charles asked her softly.

“Katrina? Is that my name?” she whispered as she clung to him.

“Katrina or Kat,” a somewhat familiar voice said from behind her. She turned and looked over to see another man. This man had dark hair instead of the red hair of the man holding her. He wasn’t nearly as tall or as muscular as the redhead. Who were these men?

“He’s gone.” Rand said to Charles as he crossed over to them.

“Damn.” Charles turned and sat down on his bedroll, still holding Kat. He gently ran his fingers over her head and neck – feeling for cuts and bumps. He winced as she moaned when he found the large knot on the base of her skull. “That’s quite the bump you’ve got there.”

“Do you know who I am?” Rand asked as he crouched down in front of her.

“Ah….I think I should know but I…” Kat frowned as she drew a blank.

“What is the last thing that you remember, Kat?” Charles held his breath as he waited for her answer.

“Ah….trying to sit up. I don’t remember anything before that.”

“Well, damn.” Rand muttered. “I think that you have a case of short- term amnesia.”

Play along with me, Charles. I know that you will want to resist but she’s not safe. She needs protection. I can’t offer her the protection of my name. You can.

* * *

Charles held his breath as he realized what Rand was going to do. And he wasn’t wrong. Rand straightened up and then took Kat’s hand.

“Then I believe that introductions are in order, Kat. I am Rand. I’m the Prince of Venus. I brought you back with me after I had been abandoned on your planet. You’ve been staying with me and my family. That was until one week ago when you tested with an advisor who said you needed more and specialized training. This man is Charles, though you usually call him Charlie. He’s the King of Areseric, one of the countries under my rule. Since the healer you are to train with is in Areseric, it only made sense to have him escort you. Plus it was suppose to give you time alone with each other. You and he are Chosens.” Charles erupted to his feet angrily! Charles couldn’t believe what Rand had just said. He had expected Rand to say that they were engaged. Never had he imagined that he would claim that they were Chosens. On Venus, ‘chosens’ were much more than just man and wife. They were bonded together kayseri escort body, heart, soul, and magically. They were true lifemates and once a member of the royal families declared that a chosen couple existed there was no way out for either person. Rand had just bonded him and Kat together. The bond wouldn’t be any stronger or more permanent even if he had glued them together with SuperGlue.

“Chosens? What does that mean?” Kat asked as her head began to throb even harder.

“Don’t worry about it, Kitty-Kat.” Charles soothed her hair off her face. “You just worry about getting better. I’ll take care of everything else.” Over her head, he glared at his friend.

* * *

Rand was helping Charlie pack up the campsite when he felt his wife’s anger.

I have a bone to pick with you, Your Highness.

Rand stopped. He smiled ironically. It seemed that more and more often these days she had a bone to pick with him.

Gracie, my love, where are you? Are you in our bathroom, taking a bubble bath? he teased.

No! I’m following your stubborn ass. Did you really think you could leave without me?

“Son of bitch!” Rand dropped Kat’s bedroll that he had been rolling up. Charlie looked over in surprise.

“Is everything okay?”

“No, it isn’t. Gracie’s following me.” Rand looked around quickly, assuming that his wife was in the immediate area. When he didn’t spot her, he groaned.

When did you leave the palace?

At dawn this morning, you jerk. You left me alone. You know I can’t sleep without you.

Guilt consumed Rand. He knew better than to leave his Chosen. Chosens could not tolerate long separations. And he had most deliberately not taken time to merge with her, because he had known she would realize that he was going away and why. He felt like an utter ass for treating his beloved wife that way.

“I’m coming to meet you, Gracie. Be careful. There is a wizard that has just attacked Charles and Kat in the area. He ran off and I am not sure which direction he took.”

“He doesn’t want to cross me in the mood I’m in!”

Her voice was showing the strain of anger and frustration. Rand hoped in a way that the wizard would cross his wife’s path. Maybe if she worked some of her anger out fighting one defeated wizard, she wouldn’t be as angry with him when he finally did show up.

“I have to head back to Trila, Charles. I’m sorry. Gracie is headed this way and she is alone! I need to join her.”

Charles could see the sincere apology in his friend’s eyes. The older wizard didn’t want to leave either of them there.

“I understand. Your first duty is to your wife.” Rand nodded and turned to leave, glad that his friend understood.

“Just one question before you go, Your Highness.” Charles waited for the stiffening of his friend’s shoulders. He didn’t have long to wait. When titles were used between friends it meant “trouble”.

“What?” Rand growled as he slowly turned back to him.

“Can I expect you and Gracie at my upcoming wedding?” Charles made the question sound innocent but Rand could see the anger in his friend’s eyes. He was not hiding the fact that he was unhappy with Rand. Rand was glad that Kat couldn’t see the daggers that Charles was shooting his way.

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything, Charles. You and Katrina are well suited, Charles. I wouldn’t miss the chance to place the bindings on myself.” Rand then headed back to the zephti that he had ridden, his thoughts now focused on finding his most upset and wayward wife.

* * *

Charles watched as Rand disappeared. Behind him he could hear the rustle of Kat as she packed up her meager belongs. Rand had put him in a hell of spot. How was he going to explain to his people that he was bonded to an Earthling and worse – that he hadn’t even bothered to consult with them as tradition required. And more than that … that he was replacing Deanna with a woman who couldn’t even begin to control her healing abilities.

“Charlie?”

He turned back to Kat. It nearly broke his heart to see her so vulnerable. He didn’t know what to make of her — this new and almost withdrawn Katrina. He was used to a much more fiery version of Kat.

“Yes, Kitty-Kat.”

He smiled when he saw her back stiffen. He could recall the first time that he had called her that. If looks could have killed – he would have been dead. Even without her memory, it was obvious that she still objected to his pet name for her.

“Somehow, I don’t think I have ever liked being called that, Charlie.” Kat said as she approached him with her bedroll and bag.

“About as much as I like being called Charlie.”, he admitted as he took the bag from her.

* * *

Clara snuck into the king’s study. She needed a private line to make a call on. She didn’t need anyone overhearing her conversation. The king’s private line was the only one that security couldn’t listen in on. Walking briskly to the communications console, she dialed a number she knew by heart. She waited impatiently for it to ring. She smiled when she heard the grating voice on the other end of the phone.

“Winston, I need to talk to Arianna. And don’t give me any of your “my lady is busy” crap.” Clara said briskly as the butler sputtered. She loved harassing the poor man. He was much too uptight.

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Author’s note:

This is chapter ten of my series Lost Colony. Most readers should start with chapter one, but if you want to scroll down to the steamy parts, be my guest!

This is a work of (science) fiction. All characters are over age eighteen. Thanks for reading!

BTW, I recently published a summary of the first eight chapters, so if you’re just joining the story and want to catch up without reading those chapters, you can read the summary. Naturally it’s full of spoilers; I’d rather you read the entire thing!

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A man who has yet to choose his path.

Sparr drew in a deep breath, both recovering from his exertions climbing the little mountain, and trying to find calm. Below, Santi was indistinct, the dust thrown into the air by its occupants softening all but the most prominent landmarks. The docks were visible, the beneficiaries of sea breezes which kept them from the worst of the haze, but the ships moored at them were little more than dots.

He caught his breath, but Sparr’s mind still raced. Too many questions remained unanswered, and those already resolved had only deepened the perilous mystery that Kaybe had become. He could try to distract himself, but he always ended up at the same place, scratching away at the same dead ends.

“A man who has yet to choose his path,” was how Aine had referred to him that day in the Origin bathhouse. The brunette had been referring to the local custom of choosing between Stone or Wave, but the comment ate at him. He hadn’t chosen. Instead of using Santi as his home, he could have continued his search, going back to Horn Island if necessary to read the digital map once more. With just a few clues he might have found the location of the Odysseus camp on his own, and with the tokens he had collected, be well on his way.

Instead, he had lingered. The fabrication of the air car was more than just an impulsive tactical decision, it gave him an excuse to settle down. Helping Ost with his timber business, and designing the ship with Jance, had been good for his soul, giving him a purpose beyond his own immediate survival. Sparr’s friendships with the men and even his flirtatious encounters with Cee gave his life depth. But most of all, he lingered to bask in the easy companionship and intimacy he had with Aine.

Bogg snorted and scratched, the sound pulling Sparr from his reverie. The hike had cleared his head after all. He would allow himself another two weeks to complete the air car. After that, whether by sea or by air, he would head east. He didn’t relish the thought of the goodbyes, but he couldn’t stay much longer in Santi.

He had chosen his path.

***

Thresher agitator arm

The assassin that Sparr had wrestled with at the opening to the fabricator building had dropped a small pouch of tokens. One at a time, Sparr fed them into the slot.

Thresher agitator arm

Sparr stopped, struck by the coincidence. He had, over the past several months, encountered plenty of duplicate tokens. Parts for farming equipment were particularly common. But he couldn’t remember finding two of the same design at the same time. He fed in another token.

Thresher agitator arm

“The fuck?” He poured the remaining tokens into his palm, examining them. Although it was impossible to tell for sure, they did appear to be identical. Sparr hastily fed them into the slot, confirming his guess. The assassin had been carrying a pouch containing fifteen of the exact same token.

Either Calista or Kevin had paid the assassins. The four killers would have required hundreds of tokens, probably more than a thousand, to carry out their mission. How would Calista, or for that matter anyone else, on the Odysseus have acquired so many? It wasn’t out of the question that the crew had established contact with the locals and were engaging in trade. In fact, mission protocols identified commerce as a way of supporting a local population without creating a dependency. But thousands of tokens?

“Fuck!” Sparr swore aloud, struck by an idea. He retrieved the ingots he had recovered from the Horn Island mine, once again comparing them to the silver tokens. The two metals were identical. His mind raced.

There were five massive hoppers in the building. Sparr had peered over the edge of each of them weeks earlier, checking how full they were. The last hopper had been almost empty. Cautiously, Sparr climbed into it and began flinging out the few ingots wedged near the bottom. Once empty, he climbed back out again and reversed the process, tossing in the Horn Island ingots. He activated the fabricator and scrolled to the unique part he had discovered weeks earlier.

Fab blank: EMP resistant

He chose it.

Select from list

Just like the first time he had fed the fab blank into the fabricator, the system asked for a design to duplicate. Whatever part he chose, the fabricator would try to mint a token containing the associated design. He selected the same hatay escort air car chassis rail he had chosen the last time. Previously, the fabricator had claimed insufficient resources. This time, it began to hum. The panel opened, revealing a freshly-minted token. He fed it into the slot to confirm that he had in fact duplicated the token.

Air car chassis rail.

Sparr’s head practically swam. It wasn’t that duplicating tokens was inherently compelling. Of far greater interest was the fact that he was also producing tokens. If he had enough ore to do so, he could duplicate the chassis rail token a thousand times, in effect making himself one thousand tokens richer. Calista and Kevin must also have figured out how to produce the coins. That’s why they had sent drones to Horn Island, to extract and collect the ingots necessary. He had shut down the mine, but by then they had either already obtained as many ingots as they needed, or found another source. It didn’t matter. If they could produce tokens, so could he.

With a grin, Sparr got to work.

***

“You built it!” Sparr leaped from the dock to the deck of the raft, careful not to slip through the cracks of the roughly-hewn planks.

“Yeah,” Jance said, distracted by two of his crew installing the binding for the tiller. “It’ll be a nightmare to steer,” he said ruefully, “but it’ll get to Caibo all right.”

Ost’s eepay raft sat just as deep in the water as Jance had predicted, the incredibly dense wood barely buoyant. A heavy sea could swamp the deck, and the stubby mast and sails would catch barely enough wind to move. But under Jance’s direction, the raft had been built to be sturdy and safe. Whether it took two weeks or two months to reach Caibo was irrelevant. Once it arrived, the exotic wood raft would be worth a small fortune just from the value of the eepay logs.

“I hope he paid you well,” Sparr said, admiring the compact but elevated crew quarters and galley. Whoever crewed the ungainly craft would at least be kept dry and fed.

“Enough,” Jance said. “She’s like nothing else I ever built. I liked the challenge, and yes, Ost paid me enough to start another project. Here.”

Jance led them back to the dock, then along the shoreline farther than Sparr had realized shipbuilding activity took place. Here, a series of stout pylons had been driven into the sand. Between them, the unmistakable outline of a deep-keeled ship was taking shape.

Sparr was stunned. “You’re going to kill me if this thing sinks, aren’t you?”

“Oh, it’ll float,” Jance said. Sparr followed the aging captain as he walked the length of the hull, slipping his fingers along the dense eepay timbers that made up the spine of the ship. “The models say so, but more than that…” Jance’s voice trailed off, then returned, stronger than before, “it just feels right.”

“I can see her beauty already,” Sparr said.

For several minutes the two circled the ship’s skeleton. Jance excitedly showed Sparr where the keel ended and the tiller began, where he had added extra bracing for the mast, and the line where he would transition from eepay to the lighter timber for the rest of the ship’s construction. Sparr envied the man. For Jance, ships and the sea were everything. No doubt as a young man he had been tugged by the twin threads of lust and ambition. Now, exploring the outline of a new ship seemed to stoke within him the same intensity as exploring a new lover’s body.

At last, the spell broke. Jance shot Sparr a contented smile and asked, “Tea?”

Back at the cluttered office, Sparr unwrapped a small box, presenting it to Jance. “I don’t know much about tea,” he admitted, “but the woman at the shop said this is the finest. Seven leaves from seven lands, or something like that.”

Jance grinned. “I know that shop. And I know the woman who works there. Slim, red hair, green eyes?”

“Yes,” Sparr admitted, flushing slightly.

“Yeah, she could have put a rock in that box and you would have given her twenty tokens.”

“She did. I threw out the rock and picked some grass on the way over.”

Jance snorted. “No, this is lovely.” He inhaled deeply, eyes sliding shut. “Really lovely. I’ll put the kettle on.” He fussed over the fire. “I take it your life of daring and adventure paid off?”

Sparr wasn’t sure what to say. “Maybe. Either way, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, giving me a place to build my vehicle.”

“I confess,” Jance said, joining Sparr at the little table. “I pulled back the tarp the other day. I have no idea what it is you’re building in there.”

“Wonder myself, sometimes.” Sparr hated the idea of deceiving Jance, but could hardly tell the full truth.

“Are you having trouble finding wheels for it?”

“Some of the parts are hard to find. I promise, if it’s not finished in two weeks I’ll break it back down again and get it out of your way.”

Jance shrugged. “It’s okay. Everything else in there is easier ığdır escort to find now anyway, since you tidied the place up.”

They sat for a moment, the popping of the tea kettle the only sound. Sparr remembered something he wanted to ask.

“Hey, you heard about the commotion in the plaza last week?”

“Sure. Foreigners, everyone’s saying. One woman dead, two men fell into the water, fighting. Maybe another guy dead in town. A mess.”

“Foreigners from where, Neeva?” From what the first assassin had told him, the Odysseus camp was near a town of that name.

“Mmm?” Jance rose to tend to the kettle. “Who knows. Just heard they arrived from across the sea.”

“We don’t see many of those ships, right?”

“Right. One or two ships a month from Seille. The journey isn’t easy.”

“You’ve taken it?”

“Twice, as a mate. Or was it three times? That was many years ago.”

“Do you have a chart?”

Jance raised an eyebrow but fetched a chart from the stack stuffed at one end of his desk. He unrolled it. “The captains from Seille have better charts these days, but this will give you an idea.”

The chart was significantly wider than it was tall, intended to cover only the east-west route between Santi and Seille. The top half was unadorned except for a row of wide but lightly drawn arrows pointing west. Sparr gave Jance an inquisitive look.

“There are two halves to the crossing,” he explained. “These arrows show the westerlies. Ships coming from Seille steer north until they catch the winds to cross the sea. Once they near land, they turn south for Santi.”

“And the east-bound ships?”

“Here,” Jance said, drawing his finger from left to right near the bottom of the chart. The talk of ships, winds, and seas energized the aging captain. “Currents, west to east. It can be a trick to avoid the ice, but the currents are reliable. You just need enough wind to steer by.”

Sparr gestured toward what looked like a ragged coastline at the very bottom of the chart. “And this is the ice?”

Jance nodded. “Yes, though the entire southern coast isn’t frozen. There are a few fjords, islands, and prominences where the ice doesn’t have a hold.”

The difficulty of what he was considering began to settle into Sparr like a chill. The air car, should he ever complete it, was designed for short flights, not a trans-continental journey. The glimpse at Jance’s chart was helpful, but the scale was impossible to determine. Would it take two days of flight? Ten? Any bare patch of land would work for a place to pass an evening, but would he be safe?

A crossing by ship would be safer. When he had begun construction on the air car Sparr had been picturing a destination somewhere over land, not sea. But over time he had fallen in love with the car, with the idea of it. A hundred justifications jostled for prominence. It would be faster than a ship crossing and would keep him away from spying eyes aboard a ship or in port. Once in Yurr, he could safely survey the Odysseus camp, or possibly track Calista herself. He could quickly escape a dangerous situation. Sparr couldn’t bring himself to abandon the plan.

“You still with us?” Jance was peering at him, head turned sideways. “Your tea is getting cold.”

“Ah, sorry,” Sparr muttered. “I was daydreaming.” He took a sip.

“Daydreaming about sailing to Seille, perhaps? Getting a glimpse of the Portal? Setting foot on Yurr?”

“The Portal?” The mention of the Precipice’s sacred site got his attention.

“Well, yes. I mean, you can’t go in but for many travelers it’s a highlight.”

“Where is it?”

Jance pointed to a black dot at the eastern edge of the ice, close to Seille. “It’s visible from ship, especially if the captain is hugging the coastline. And of course, they’ll stop in if they’re carrying Precipice passengers, which is common.”

When Sparr had pictured the Portal in his mind, he had envisioned a peaceful woodland setting. In the center would be a cathedral-like temple, circled with smaller common buildings, studios, kitchens, and accommodations for visiting priests. To learn that instead it was nestled in a remote fjord only deepened the mystery. He shook his head, trying to chase away the temptation to inquire further about the secretive religion. Sparr had spent enough time pursuing Kaybe’s mysteries. It was time to pursue his own.

***

“Cee of Shitty Booze Stand!”

It was their shared joke. When Sparr had first met the liquor vendor he had impulsively introduced himself as Alain of Maryland. She had reciprocated by adding ‘of Shitty Booze Stand’ to her name.

“It’s not so shitty anymore,” Cee countered.

She wasn’t wrong. After purchasing his third consecutive case of liquor from her, Sparr had confessed that he was selling it at a loss, trying to lure new customers to his little shop. The easy cash helped Cee diversify by adding a greater variety of liquors to her stall, including some finer spirits ısparta escort that drew new customers from the town’s wealthier patrons.

“Anything new?” Sparr asked. “They say I have a discerning palate.”

“They say you’re a thirsty moocher, but yeah, try this.” She opened an elaborate green bottle almost half a meter tall, pouring two tastings. Like her shop, Cee was looking good lately. Today she was wearing a pair of billowy trousers tied at the knee in the local style, and a simple, half-sheer white blouse which did nothing to hide her enticingly deep cleavage. Her untamed brown hair was everywhere at once.

“Hooo, that’s strong!” Sparr gasped, then, as the liquor lingered on his tongue, added, “Oh. Oh, nice. What is it?”

“It’s either distilled from figs or infused with them.” Cee shook her head. “I’m not sure. My supplier is always at least half drunk.”

The native fruit that Sparr’s implant translated as ‘figs’ must have been surprisingly close to an Earth fig. Not only the cloyingly sweet taste, but the musky scent said as much. Such similarities were common enough to intrigue him but were also sources of frustration. To be stranded on an alien world teeming with new species, but unable to properly analyze them, was agonizing to the biologist.

Cee took a small sip, too, then made a show of licking a drop from her finger. She had flirted brazenly with Sparr from their first meeting, and showed no signs of letting up. “By the way,” she said, “when do I get my reward for saving your life from those assassins?”

“Funny you should ask,” Sparr said, unable to keep a smile from his face. “Can you close up early?”

Cee gaped at him, her expression shifting between skepticism and hope. She made up her mind. “Help me with these!” she said, shoving a crate of bottles at Sparr before lifting one of her own. She led him to her cottage where the two stashed the crates under the bed. Almost before Sparr had set his case down, Cee’s hands were on him, running from his neck to chest, and abs.

“Wait, wait,” Sparr said, laughing, but also trying to fight back his body’s natural response to Cee’s touch. “Not here. Can you come with me?”

“Alain, please!” she said, clearly exasperated. “How long have we-“

“Hey, it’s not too far, I swear!” He was grinning, enjoying the game more than Cee, and feeling a touch guilty for it.

“Uhhh,” she groaned. Cee snagged the bottle of liquor they had sampled earlier. “You’re going to drive a liquor vendor to drink.” She took a sip, but let Sparr lead her back through the door and into the plaza.

Santi swirled and pressed around them, currents of porters, sailors, merchants, craftsmen, and thieves. A pair of Origin princes loped past, each carrying boxes of provisions.

“You should sell to the temple,” Sparr suggested. “Party there every night.”

“I’ve tried, but they buy directly from the same vendors I do. Anyway, I’m content. I got to meet you, didn’t I?”

“Aw, you’re sweet!” Sparr gestured for the bottle.

“I’d like to find out how sweet you are,” Cee said, her flirtatious smile back. “Where are you taking me, by the way?”

He took a sip. “We’re almost there.” The house he sought wasn’t far from the docks, but the terrain was steep. Cee and Sparr stopped more than once, letting Bogg catch up, and regaining their own breath. At last, Sparr stopped before the modestly sized, but well-appointed, home. He knocked.

Cee and Aine regarded each other, both ignoring Sparr. They were more alike than not. Aine was a touch taller, had hair a shade darker, and was several years younger than the liquor vendor. Cee’s eyes were a lighter brown, her hair untamed, and her skin was considerably paler than Aine’s caramel tone. But both were full-breasted, had playful eyes, a touch of womanly softness, and more than their share of confident sexuality. Sparr found them both beautiful.

“I take it you’re friends with Alain?” Cee asked. The meeting with Aine wasn’t what she had expected. For a moment she held back, trying to read the situation, to recalibrate her expectations of what the afternoon would hold.

“I’m Aine, yes. Please, come in.”

Aine had readied the room for her guests, with a decanter of wine, glassware, and a snack of fried root vegetable slices. Enough light came in through the salvaged glass windows, but Aine nonetheless had set out a pair of squat candles. Their scent reminded Sparr of the afternoon of bliss the couple had spent at the temple of the Origin bathhouse and theater.

“Your home is lovely.” Cee took a seat between Aine and Sparr, allowing the former to pour her a glass of wine.

“Mmm, thank you.” Aine poured a glass of wine for Sparr, then herself. “But,” she added, taking a sip, “I understand I owe you thanks for much more than that.”

“Oh?” Cee’s eyes flicked to Sparr before snapping back to Aine. “You do?”

“Yes, yes,” Aine said. She reached out a hand to rest it on Cee’s knee. “I understand from Alain that you were the one who warned him about the assassins.”

“Warned me about them, gave me a place to hide, pointed them out to me…” Sparr slid closer to Cee, resting a hand on her thigh.

Again, Cee’s eyes moved uncertainly from Aine to Sparr. “Oh, yes. You’re, uhhh, welcome.”

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Angelika – Like an angel

Truda – Fighting woman

Varick – Protecting Ruler

Harman – Man of the army

—————–

{Varick?} Alan thought to the man, {I think that you and Angelika need to come here as soon as possible.}

Alan could feel the confusion in Varick’s thoughts. {Alright we’ll be there as soon as possible.} Varick replied.

Emory was watching Alan as he was having a conversation with Varick. “Is everything alright?” Emory asked.

Shocked out of his thoughts Alan told him, “Yes sir, they should be along in a few minutes. It appears that the women are still shopping.” Alan said with a sigh. Emory started to laugh, then nod he could remember giving up after trying to stop his wife from shopping years ago; especially when she was as in to it as the two young ladies appeared to be.

A few minutes later the two doors of the shops that all of them had gone into opened.

Varick and Harman swiftly moved to Alan’s side concern apparent on both of their faces. “I thought you said that we’d have no further problems after the talk you had with their leader.” Varick told Alan on guard for any sudden movement toward them.

“For the moment we have no problems, though what this man here has to say might lead to some.” Alan told a confused Varick and Harman. “Let’s just wait ’til the women are here ok?”

Varick and Harman both nodded looking around at the amount of people, there were more than a few there that didn’t feel like the villagers.

A moment later they were joined by Angelika and Truda, both also with a look of concern on their faces. “We heard,” Angelika said. “I thought everything was good?”

Alan smirked a moment then replied, “As far as I can tell everything is. Apparently, the young woman’s father was impressed, as she said ‘Father was impressed when you brought me back and wished to talk to you. You are the first that have been here as long as you have and haven’t made a move, threatened or attacked. Father wished to ask you what your intentions are and if you would consider joining with us?’ I told them we all had to be here for something as big as the nature of this.”

Varick was nodding then scanned the crowd. Varick’s eyes coming to rest on the older man in the center of all those present. Then he did a double take, “I am sorry for staring but you appear to be familiar.” Varick told the man.

The older man stepped forward his shining, keen eyes wide as he took in Varick then Angelika. “I have to say sir,” the man started, “you also appear to seem familiar.”

Alan was nodding a wide smile breaking out on his face. “I think that all of you will be, to each other. Please sir,” Alan said looking at the older man, “please tell my uncle your name.”

The older man looked at Alan with a look of disbelief, “Uncle? You are joking; you both appear to be the same age. There is no…” The man stopped mid sentence staring even harder at Varick and the other three. “What is your last name?”

Varick sadly shook his head, “None of us know, much of our past is gone. I am Varick, this is my sister Angelika. These are our friends Harman and his sister Truda.”

“Varick… ,” the old man was whispering as he slowly stepped toward Varick. Touching the side of Varick’s face the old man drew back as if he were shocked. “Brother is it really you?” Turning toward Angelika, tears now streaming freely down his face. “Sister? My god you are still as beautiful as you were then!”

Angelika pulled back from the man as if she’d been burned, “Sister!? Just who the hell are you? What kind of sick and twisted joke is this?” She spit at the older man.

The old man retreated back as if he’d been punched. “I guess it has been far too long for either of you to remember me.” The older man whispered. Looking at Alan the man’s eyes were almost pleading with him to help.

Sighing Alan stood up between the old man and the siblings. “Maybe this will help?” Alan asked passing a hand over the older man.

There were more than a half a dozen gasps heard as the older man was suddenly regressing in age. In place of the older man was now a teen of eighteen or nineteen. “H … h … how?” The teen was stuttering.

“Ok, that’s a new trick we haven’t seen you do before,” A smirking Truda said. Looking Alan over closely she said, “What other things are you hiding?”

“Emory? My god! Is that you? We all saw you gunned down! They carried you out and threw your body away like trash!” They heard Harman’s voice.

It was the teen’s turn to smirk, “All of you forgot the game we used to play? Stop the stick? Come on I know you all remember it!”

Tears now streaming down her face, Angelika bowed her head and whispered, “We just got our memories of you back an hour ago. Please forgive me brother, I was so afraid, so terrified when I saw you go down. I thought they had killed you and were about to start on us!”

Varick and Emory both moved to comfort Angelika who was a mass of crying flesh eskişehir escort at their feet. Gasping a moment when both males put their arms around her, then she sighed and relaxed.

Several of the shocked men had taken a step forward, but were stopped when the teen put up a hand and they all stopped dead in their tracks.

Madde walked over to Alan with a questioning look. “I thought father’s brother and sister were killed during the war. By the way what in the hell did you do to him?”

“Oh that?” Alan said sounding as if it were an everyday thing. “I just reversed the aging process on the rest of him. His insides are already that of a young man, I just matched the outside with the inside.”

“So,” Madde started again trying to let everything sink in. Father called the woman on the ground his sister, the man next to him his brother. You said that the same man was your uncle? Wait, then that makes that young beautiful woman your mother?” Shaking her head she was still having a hard time getting her head around it. “I saw what you did; I know you can do a lot of things but…” Even as she watched Alan started to grow older ’til he was the same outward age that her father had been.

“It’s not that hard once you can grasp the concept,” Alan said matter of factly.

From behind them they heard Angelika giggle, “Ok Alan now you’re just showing off!”

Alan and Madde turned to see Angelika hugging and kissing both of her brothers. “You are the one who put me onto this mother.” Alan said with a smirk of his own. “You’re as much to blame as I am!”

“Me!? You are of course joking Alan, I never told you to show off like this!” Angelika said as Truda joined in on the giggling.

Alan shook his head and was quickly the age he was again. “Crap, never try to win an argument against your mother!” This of course started another round of giggling from Angelika, Truda, and now Madde. “Honestly! I don’t see the humor in any of this!”

Varick walked over to Alan, “Don’t argue that’s what you said, just let it go ’til later then you can get back at them.” All this was whispered though Alan was sure that Truda was detecting what had been whispered between them.

Alan nodded toward Truda and Varick nodded as he clamped his mouth shut.

Emory turned toward Alan, “I appreciate what you have done for me but really Alan! A teenager?”

Alan nodded then waved a hand over Emory who aged for a moment then looked about thirty. “There that any better?”

“Yes thank you, I guess I should call you nephew now, no?” Emory said with a huge smile on his face. “So you weren’t engineered like they were?”

“No, as far as I can tell, I came by all of mine by birth. As far as I know the doctor…” There were several gasps then more than a few angry shouts from those that came with Emory.

Emory held up a hand quieting all of them. “I am more than familiar with that monster. When we received word that the bunker had exploded, we were also told that all were killed in it. Hence, my shock at seeing my family. Wait! You mean to tell me that the animal survived also!?” Emory’s face was now twisted into a mask of rage.

“I am afraid so though strangely enough, no one has actually seen him in over forty years.” Alan told the man.

“Forty years? All of our memories go back almost that far except for what you have opened in the last few weeks. I still can’t remember your birth, or who the father is Alan. I fear I may never remember.” Angelika said a fresh set of tears in her eyes.

Madde ran to Angelika and held her close crying with her. “This beast of a doctor did this to you?!” Madde looked at Emory, “Father, I want to be stronger, I want to help them destroy this monster you have told us about!”

Emory looked at Alan feeling the almost overwhelming amount of power the younger man possessed. Rubbing his chin he thought yes, he did feel many times more powerful than the doctor. “Alright I agree; that is if you can do it. I also want you to help those here also. If worst comes to worst we might need the added power to fight him. Especially if he tries to hurt you through us.”

“I can, though as strong as he is right now you are the only one that would stand a chance. I’m sure you know that to go against him takes a lot of power.” Alan told all that were present.

Emory patted Alan on the shoulder, “We have a lot more than power, and we have a full bag of tricks that have kept us hidden from him for all this time.”

Alan nodded as the man opened his mind and showed Alan all of the many tricks that they had used over the years. Interesting Alan thought some of these ideas might actually come in handy.

A sudden thought accrued to Alan, “I was thinking Varick. With the way the assistant is coming after us you think he might try to come here?”

Varick and Harman were suddenly attentive, “Wait you really think he’d risk trying to attack here,” Varick asked.

“I wouldn’t put it past him with gaziantep escort the rise in the frequency of the attacks.” Harman said after thinking a moment. “You might want to put something in their minds to actually deter the assistant’s men.”

Emory and Madde were watching this exchange with great interest. “You mean to tell us there is another out there? Anything you can do Alan, to keep all of these people safe would be welcome.”

Alan nodded and started on the weaker of the men with abilities within twenty minutes they were all at twice the power they had been. Shaking his head Alan knew they could stop a few of the hoard the assistant had but they would need to be stronger if they were going to be of any use.

Looking at Madde’s son Alan saw that the young man was already as strong as he’d just made the twenty men. I have to be careful Alan thought as he started to raise the young man’s power. Finally the man was far more powerful than any but his grandfather. Starting on his cousin he found that she was far easier than any he’d done. Finally finished with her a mere ten minutes later Alan felt a slight drain and sat with a thud.

Angelika, Truda, and Madde ran to him as he started to topple over on the bench. “Crap I think I did it agai…” then the darkness took Alan into its embrace.

This time Alan was in the doctor’s bunker in a few seconds. Looking around he could feel himself there so kept out of the way. Then he felt another presence, huh? Truda? {What are you doing here? How did you get in?} Alan asked.

{Alan really after all you did for me, this was the least I could do. It was easy really once you were unconscious I could get into your dreams or in this case travel. Oh my god! You are really here!}

Alan felt her reach out to the doctor feeling for his heart then stopped as thousands of choices came up. {I told you choose the right one, since it will now interact with all I have done.}

{Here I hadn’t believed you! Damn it Alan! You could have come to me with help for this!} Truda said.

{No I couldn’t, you have to retreat before it starts.} Alan warned.

{What starts?} Truda asked.

{Just retreat I’ll explain.} Alan felt her withdraw when the doctor spoke.

{You again? I am ready for you this time!} He heard the doctor’s evil laugh then the doctor touched a machine. Alan just shrugged as power flowed to him then through him. {What!? You aren’t here? I can feel you I know you are real!}

Alan laughed then the assistant appeared and Alan leapt to his mind. As quickly as he could Alan started to leave far more in him than he had in the doctor. {You are going to suffer a most horrible death you son of a bitch!}

{Who are you? You can’t hurt me; I am one of the Führer’s finest agents. I will… } The assistant started then stopped suddenly as he was screaming in his head.

{You are a pathetic excuse for a living organism. Though I hesitate to call you that as I might insult organisms. Here I want you to remember this!} Alan screamed as the assistant was again screaming in his mind.

{Who are you? I will find out and destroy you!} The assistant yelled.

{Oh yeah? Really. Good luck with that!} Alan said as he started to withdraw, the assistant screaming at him to know his identity.

Alan awoke with a major headache; looking over at Truda he saw that she had one also. “I warned you it isn’t as easy as you thought it was, is it?” Alan told Truda as she tried to rise off the mattress. Huh? They were in beds? Inside? What in the hell was going on?

Madde, Emory, Angelika, and Harman entered the room a moment later. “I … I didn’t know that you actually saw and felt all that we went through. Not just one of us but all of us! With all the control you have why can’t you block out all of us?”

Alan tried to speak but found that his throat was as dry as could be. Angelika handed him a glass of water which he drained in record time. “I can’t block all of you; if I did I wouldn’t be able to do what I did. Besides I am sure that the son of a bitch assistant will be terrified of the both of us now!”

“Both of us?” Truda said as she sat up and tried to stand on wobbly legs. Almost falling she was caught by her brother.

“Careful, you don’t want to fall on your face,” Harman said looking back and forth between his sister and Alan.

“That’s not important, what do you mean he’s afraid of me also?” Truda pushed for an answer.

“Truda really you were there, I know he could feel the both of us. He was scared at first but I felt you look out and felt him shake in terror. So I’d say, he’s is terrified we both are going to attack him again. Especially since I put as much in him as I did.” Alan was also trying to stand finding he was still weak from all he’d done before but could quickly feel his strength returning.

“What have you done now?” Varick said a moment later as he came through the door.

“I went with him so it wasn’t giresun escort all him Varick. My god Varick, we really were there! I saw the doctor and the assistant, Alan planted more in the doctor and then put quite a few in the assistant.” Truda told the man.

“You what!? Have you lost your mind Truda? What if they had put something in you that had you killing Alan when you were in there? I can’t believ…” Varick was saying then was flying across the room but stopped well short of the wall a surprised look on his face.

Truda’s eyes were glowing as a harsh growl came from her lips, “I AM NOT CRAZY! Never say that to me again Varick! NEVER! I am a lot more powerful than I was; don’t make me try to punish you Varick! Like you, I have several of my memories linked to gain strength against all they did to us. You forget, Alan has healed more in me than the rest of you!”

Harman had already backed away from his sister not wanting to be what she centered on. Truda looked over at her brother and the look on her face softened, “It is good to see you are getting smarter brother, yes very encouraging indeed.” With that Truda started to wobble on her legs again as Harman rushed to catch her as she passed out.

Angelika was shaking her head at her brother, “Really Varick she’d just started to finally feel more normal. Then you say that! I’d say she’s worked harder than all of us to get where she is.” Varick nodded then mumbled, “What was that brother? I couldn’t quite hear it.”

“I said, I will have to apologize to her when she wakes up.” Varick said though it seemed hard for him.

“Yes I think that would be wise brother.” Angelika said with a small laugh.

Alan could only shake his head as he began to feel far more normal. “I need to check all that I have worked on. Then I want to start on you Uncle.”

Emory Verlorenen nodded then started to smile, uncle! Something he thought he’d never hear. Angelika stepped close a moment later, “I forgot in all the excitement and reunion Emory. What is our last name? In all the years we have yet to discover it.”

Looking at Varick and Angelika with shock Emory stated, “He took your name from you? If I have the chance I will kill the bastard myself! It is Verlorenen it means the lost ones.”

“Emory,” Harman said as he and Truda had been listening. “Do you recall ours?”

Giving a huge sigh Emory nodded and said, “Yes, it was Mächtig. It means mighty.” Both Harman and Truda were shocked but smiled in delight. “Again I say I will personally kill the bastard if given the chance. You can do a lot of things but to take the very name of a person’s family, that is unforgiveable!”

Alan was nodding feeling the rage growing in Emory; really he couldn’t blame the man. To lose your family not once but twice? Yes, Alan knew all too well the feeling of not knowing who he truly was.

Alan shook his head as he started to go over all twenty of those he had increased. Ah! Good they were holding steady though they were stronger he hoped they would be effective. Even armed with all the tricks that Emory had shown him he knew that the assistant’s goons wouldn’t be so easily fooled.

Next Aldrich, Madde’s son came in hmmm, yes, the young man’s abilities were holding strong indeed. Though not hugely powerful he’d be more than a match for all the men that the assistant could send. Then he touched Madde and received a shock. She’d obviously been practicing, as they weren’t where he’d left them compared to where her abilities were now.

Sighing Alan knew it would be a few days ’til he could increase the twenty. Though they had abilities their bodies still needed to adjust some before they went up more. Aldrich could in another two days, as well as Madde perhaps even one for her. She was already almost as high as her father was right now.

Turning at last to Emory Alan told him, “I have gone over all of those I did the improvements to. The twenty will take at least a week. I just hope we have that long. Aldrich is very high and could hold his own for a while, it will be at least two days for him. Madde is a different story.”

Emory’s eyes went wide, “Is she that weak? I thought she was by far more powerful than most.”

“What!? Weak? No, it’s not that. I just improved her hours ago and already she has slightly increased where I left her. I’d say another day for her.” Alan said a little shocked.

Emory nodded then told Alan, “Alright son I’m ready when you are. Though I have to ask, just how much is this going to hurt?”

“Hurt? Who told you there would be pain?” Thinking back a moment, Alan smiled. “The reason he felt pain was he tried to resist. It seems he changed his mind AFTER I had started. It’s a little hard to stop once one starts this, had I stopped where I was, he would have been dead a few hours later.”

“Ah! I see now, I will have to speak to him after we are done. Sorry to be so questioning but one more?” Alan nodded as his uncle continued. “Is it possible to unlock the abilities in others? We have been told for decades that everyone has these abilities.”

Alan thought about it for a few moments then said, “I’d have to see the one that you would want me to open up. Also it could be dangerous as they wouldn’t have the control that someone born with it would have.”

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