Monday, December 5, 2011

Welcome to Naboo

His foot steps could be heard throughout the hallways. Slowly he walked towards his final destination. It had been a long time since he had last seen her. Almost to long, but he had seemed too occupy himself just fine with other matters. Although his pace was slow, he was not wasting any time making it to the chambers the data pad had listed.

She had helped to save his life, had helped him escape Mimban when the Jedi and Republic invaded. Barton had scanned her mind for anything he could get her for payment…and what he found was interesting, most interesting. He paused at the doorway, he didn’t know whether to knock or just go in. She had been his apprentice so surely he had the right to barge in…but even with his rank he didn’t dare.

He moved his hand forward and lightly knocked on the door, but it sounded as if someone was banging as hard as they could. He forgot how much strength he had sometimes. He waited patiently, even though one of the main things he lacked was just that. He could hear her moving about inside the room she had been assigned after her cloning.

It was a cold night out, not quite as cold as the deepest depths of space but one could say it was a cold to rival it. He turned to face the wall opposite the door he was in front of. It was a nicely crafted stone wall, one of the better ones in the temple. A soft light flowed outwards, casting a rather large shadow of him onto the stone wall. He turned to face the occupant of the room.

He glanced firstly at her hair, which was now died a purplish black. A very good color combination, it brought out her eyes a bit. She was still pale from lack of sun light, so that further brought out the color in her eyes and her hair. She didn’t have a smile on her face though. She glared at Barton, her eyes penetrating the Sith. His mouth lay agape as he looked onto her.

She did not speak but instead moved out of the door way, almost as if to motion him inwards. But instead the pulled him in violently with the force. He landed flat on his face a few feet from the edge of her bed. He could feel her roughly grab his sides and flip him over. He felt a sharp pain run up his side as her knee firmly connected with his lower chest.

“I know what you did Barton! You messed with my head, you altered it. All that power I had broke the hold you had and now I see clearly what you did to me. You will pay!” Her voice was full of venom and hate, the kind of animosity she had always had deep within her but never dare release.

All Trowa could do was look up at her and try to speak. He was at a loss for words, he didn’t know what to do or say now. His mind was racing with thoughts now about what she would do to him, she was a rank lower then him…he should be the one in charge. He could easily over power her but he couldn’t bring himself to it. The only words he could manage were “I’ve got him for you…I’ve got Darex for you…like you wanted.”

Shy froze in her position. She obviously had not known he had scanned her mind and found that thought. Her face burned with anger once more, he had taken some of her most hidden thoughts from her. She did not lash out at him though, for if she did she might not get to see Darex. Instead Shy-ree rose up to her feet, brushing herself off before looking done at the…thing before her.

“Get up, take me to him. Now.” Her voice was commanding to say the least; it was obvious she didn’t want to waste any time just sitting around in this boring temple. Much to her surprise Barton jumped at her command and began to move towards the door without a word, only a flick of his wrist in motion for her to follow him. She grabbed a spare set of robes and followed him quickly out to his ship. Once inside they lifted off, destination: Naboo.

The streaks of hyperspace rocketed past her eyes. She sat alone in the cockpit of Trowa’s ship. Something was wrong…but oddly felt right. He had changed since she last laid her violet eyes upon his cold unforgiving features. He had a certain aura about him…that aura of mystery is what drew her mind back to him. She couldn’t place what it was just yet…but she would keep trying.

Slowly she leaned back in her chair, a small smile on her face as she realized this was it, and she was going to see him again. It had felt like forever since they had last spoken…the last time she even caught a glace of him he was laid up in a hospital bed.

He mind slowly began to drift…to a thought that had nagged at the back of her mind for ages now. She had always liked Darex…he was nice and always there for her. He was a good master and quite dependable, but she liked him on a deeper level then that. One she had original had to block out because Jedi where not allowed attachments.

His face was soft as her hand lightly caressed it. She couldn’t believe he was here now…with her. A large variety of thoughts ran though her head at the sight of him. He quickly embraced her, hugging her tightly as it had been too long since his eyes last lay rest upon her beautiful features.

She was like butter in his arms; it felt so good for his muscular arms to hold her. Her mind raced with even more thoughts now. So badly she wanted him to kiss her…even if just for the briefest of seconds. She wanted to feel his soft tender lips upon hers. She looked up at him, as she had been resting her head upon his chest.

Just as she looked up he did that which she had most desired, he leaned in and kissed her passionately. His lips sent an electric shock through her body, never before had she felt as she did now. She probed his mouth, attempting to get it to open so that their tongues could dance together even if just for a little bit. But she was unsuccessful as he was beginning to…fade away.

“Hey, we are almost there…” Barton stood in the doorway as Shy came out of her dream like state. She glanced up at the man. His complexion almost seemed paler, as if that was even possible. She just looked at him; unsmiling as he was the reason Darex faded from her once more…

The streaks that symbolized hyperspace abruptly cut out as the ship entered real space once more. Barton had barely spoken the whole trip, but that was probably for the best as Shy-ree had her mind on other things. Like what she was going to do when she finally saw Darex…or what he would do. She knew what she wanted him to do, but doubted that would ever happen.

No matter though, she would make do with what she got. She glanced over lazily at Trowa as he brought the ship in for a landing. He still had those green tinted arms. They where so strange and emitted a dark side aura that would make one assume his power level was much higher…or maybe his power had reached that level.

Slowly her violet eyes drifted down his arms to where his hands laid at rest on the controls. His hands were smoother then one would think possible with all the deeds a man like him had done. His fingers were longer then they should have been…she hadn’t really taken note of it before, but somehow they had…grown?

She sub consciously shook her head before closing her eyes. She caught a few minutes of sleep before Barton was once more shaking her awake. “We are here, lets go.” She could feel something oddly strange about Barton’s force presence as she was shaken awake…it was almost neutral in power.

It was not good, nor bad. It was almost as his force ability had just up and left the dark side only to stop in between it and the light. It was strange…such a creature as Barton could surely not be anything but a must have been a new trick he had picked up since they had last met.

He led her outside of the ship, after letting the ramp down. The air of Naboo’s night hit her in the face. It was so refreshing after the old smelling temple she had been in. It was a cloudless night on the beautiful planet and as such Shy-ree could see ever star in the sky perfectly. But she did not linger on the sight, as she could feel him…he was just inside the house that Trowa had already entered.

A light flickered on upstairs as she approached the door. Her hand moved outwards to grasp the handle, but instead froze…what would she say to him? She had failed him…failed the light. She couldn’t face him after such a big failure. She had just turned on her heel to leave when a light coated her back, her shadow cast out onto the lawn now. She knew who was standing there and as much as she wanted to face him she couldn’t after failing him…she had never wanted to fail him.

He spoke; his voice was full of joy as he did. “Shy…” Those were the only words out of his mouth as she turned and lunged at him. He caught her in his arms and smiled as she held him tight. Nothing was said between the two as they stood there; neither of them noticing or caring that Barton was sitting in the living room with them in plan view.

Barton watched them quietly, not daring to interrupt the pair. After a little way the two of them walked inside, both with a rather large smile on their face, taking a seat on the couch across from him. Shy briefly glanced up at him with a curios look.

Barton twisted his neck to pop it as she looked up, a brief flash of light reflected off of something around his neck as she glanced up. She only allowed her mind to ponder on that for a few seconds before turning back to Darex.

Darex nodded his head towards Trowa; Shy was barely able to catch the movement but did none the less. Barton got up and made his way from the room and up the stairs slowly. It was an odd thing, but it didn’t matter to Shy right now really.

“How have you been Shy?” His voice was soft…soothing. One of the things she loved about him, he was able to calm her with just his words. His eyes were looking directly into hers…she felt almost as if he was looking into the depths of her soul…her tainted soul.

She opened her mouth to reply but she couldn’t get any words out. She had been through so much…but she was ashamed about it all. Her mind cycled through all of it in the blink of an eye it seemed. Then he spoke once more his voice still soothing.

“It is alright Shy, you did not fail me…it was not your fault.” Her smiled gently at her, his smile was that of an angels. She smiled weakly, not looking at him directly. She loved his smile, but she couldn’t take just sitting her with him. He stood up and stretched briefly.

“Well, it has been a rather long day for me. So I am going to catch some sleep, we can talk some more tomorrow.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly. “Get some sleep and if you need anything…just ask Trowa. I am sure he won’t hesitate to get it for you.”

She almost had not caught the last part, as her heart was frozen in her chest. Her lips left hanging open just a bit. She had leaned forward some when he had removed his lips from her forehead. She wanted so much for him to just kiss her…she wanted so much for him to just caress her. But instead he walked up stairs. But it was strange…the way Barton had been acting today.

She sat in the semi-darkness for a long while just thinking. She didn’t know what to do. She was over whelmed with happiness from seeing him again, but she didn’t know if she could resist her feelings for him. After a while she got up and moved up stairs.

Slowly she walked up the stairs, not knowing what she was going to do or if Trowa had told Darex about the thoughts she had on Mimban. Her mind kept drifting back to the two of them…both of them, she couldn’t help it. She absent mindedly walked down the hallway and by the time she wondered where she was going, it was too late.

She stood in front of Barton’s bed room, or at least the bed room he had used before. She stared at the door, a sliver of light escaping through the cracks around the door. She didn’t know whether she should open the door and question Barton on how he had acted throughout the day or just walk away.

Part of her wanted to know why he had been acting like that… and what exactly that was around his neck, but the other half of her knew that she shouldn’t pry. She decided to open the door and see what Barton was doing.

Slowly she turned the knob, trying to keep it so he didn’t know she was entering. She glanced in a bit at first, not able to see anyone in the room. She opened the door all the way now. She stood frozen; one eye brow cocked as she saw someone she hadn’t expected too. She didn’t know what to say…so she just stood there looking stupid because rather then seeing Barton in his own room, she saw Darex.

The light that had been coming out of the room was from a small lamp on the bed side table. Darex was lying with his hands behind his head; half his body under the midnight silk sheets and the other half were bare. He smiled softly at her, his eyes seeming to dive into her once more.

The room had changed quite a bit since her last…visit. It was darker then before. It had been almost pure white the last time, everything done out in silk it seemed. Now it was decorated in dark purples, vibrant crimson’s, and an odd shade of midnight. The colors blended together perfectly, but Trowa’s interior design did not bother Shy right now. What bothered her was…why was Darex in here?

She quickly glanced around the room in an attempt to locate Barton, but she failed. Instead she reached out with her senses and located him…about ten feet away in the refresher. The door was closed, but the light was on so she wasn’t mistaken.

“Did you need something?” Darex spoke up from his seated position in the bed. That question, coupled with her previous thoughts did nothing to help her mind set. She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, as she was sure Darex would never do the things she was thinking of…

A slight shiver ran down her spine, her arms covered in goose bumps…all from just being around him in this room, him with his shirt off and in that bed. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know why she had walked to this room…or why he was even in this room to start with.

Just as she opened her mouth to reply, the refresher room door opened up. Both Darex and Shy-ree glanced over. Trowa stood in the door way, with nothing but the color in his cheeks on him. This was the only time Shy had ever seen him blush in any way, but not the first time she had seen him without any clothes. She struggled to keep her eyes focusing at, at least chest level but she allowed her self to slip downwards only once…and she noticed something new now, a piercing Barton had. It was at the base of his manly hood, one of the better spots by far for such a thing, as it actually could serve a purpose in there.

She looked over to Darex, whose facial expression had not changed much. “I…uh…I…” She couldn’t get the words out, she was now blushing and standing there like a complete idiot. Trowa looked over to Darex, who nodded his head at him.

As Darex nodded his head, Trowa moved from his position, a small piece of metal glinting in the light once more, she knew something was there now…but with the way his head was tilted and his hair drifting down around his head she could not tell what it was.

She shifted on her feet uncomfortably looking between the two of them then resting her gaze on her feet. She didn’t know what to think now, her mind was racing, her heart was beating faster then it ever had. Then she looked back up…Trowa was standing in front of her now. She looked upwards at his face, now able to see just what it was around his neck.

It was a collar of sorts, with a metal tag on it. She did not get a chance to read the tag though, as at the moment she tried too…he leaned inwards towards her. He stopped just inches from her lips…His hair was lightly brushing her forehead as his eyes met hers.

She could feel a deep yearning for him; she had not easily forgotten their last encounter. But she didn’t think she should…after all what would Darex be thinking right now? She pulled back slightly away from Barton. She looked up at him once more before slipping away out of his side, leaving him standing there by himself.

She now stood in between the bed and Barton, not knowing what to do. “I…I…” She wasn’t able to gather enough thought process to say anything but she didn’t need to, she could feel a new presence…a soothing one flowing into her. Darex was using the force to calm her down just a bit and relax her. She looked over to him as he got up out of the bed. He had on a nice pair of black silk boxers. She couldn’t help but glance down at them.

He moved his hand up, towards her face lightly taking hold of it by the side and turning it up and to the right some to face him. His smile was so nice…so tender…his lips were right there…so good looking. She closed her eyes as the soothing effects of the light washed over her. It had seemed like an eternity that she had her eyes closed, but in reality it was only a few seconds before his lips lightly brushed hers.

The feeling of his lips on hers was amazing, it was everything she had wanted…he rested his hands lightly in the small of her back as he pulled away from her lips…pulling her lip outwards with his teeth. He let go of her lip only to begin kissing her neck, as she leaned her head upwards to allow him easier access she felt a second pair of lips on her, Barton’s. His lip’s had a slight cold tinge to them, but it felt good. He moved around front, switching spots with Darex briefly. As Darex continued what he had started Barton moved forward, his lush lips now meeting Shy’s. His tongue flickered out of his mouth and began to dance and twirl with Shy’s. The piercing in his tongue moving along with it, making it all that much better as his hands searched her body.

Barton backed away briefly now, watching as Darex slipped the top of Shy’s robes off. As he moved back towards her, Darex stopped him. He nodded over to the chair and Barton moved over to it and sat down. Watching as Darex moved towards the bed.

“Well, do you?” Shy came out of the dream like state that she had been in and looked up at Darex still in the bed half covered. “It was only a day dream…” She looked up to him, franticly searching her mind for something…anything to tell him. She looked over at the bathroom light, which was still on. She grinned a bit at the thought of Barton actually being in there…

“Is someone in there?” She motioned towards the bathroom door as she spoke. A quiet excitement within her, as what if he really was in there? She watched as Darex looked over to the room then smiled.

“Oh, I just forgot to turn it off when I was in there a little while ago.” With the flick of his wrist the light went out and her heart had already sunk back into its natural position. She sighed and glanced around once more, something caught her eye in the corner. It was a small object that flashed as a bit of light hit it. Barton was off sitting in a chair in the corner.

“How did I miss him…he is right there.” A thought of him in the nude once more flashed into her mind as she noticed him wink at her. It was then that it hit her…it was him. He is the reason she had that day dream. He had spoken of a power that allowed him to install such thoughts that could arouse any kind of emotion.

She glared at him for a brief second before turning to Darex once more. He was still watching her, in what seemed to be a careful manner. She spoke, her voice a little off now as Barton continued to allow slight images to pass into her head.

“I…just walked up to the wrong door, I am going to go to bed now…sleep well.” As she said the last word her voice jumped up to a little bit of a higher note. Something had just pressed against a portion of her, in a rather pleasurable way at that. She looked down and around her to check and see if anything was around her…but nothing. She looked in Trowa’s direction; she could tell he was suppressing a grin.

She turned on her heel and walked out of the room quickly. She moved towards the bed room she had used last time. The sound of a door opening was heard, but when she turned to look at Derex’s door it was still shut tight. She felt a slight brush of wind move past her as she continued on wards.

She opened the door, only to reveal another darkly decorated room. It was almost identical to Trowa’s…or what seemed to be Derex’s now. She entered the room and another thought flashed before her eyes…of Trowa’s hands now. His fingers where so long…When one thought about it, he was just a big toy with a lot of add-ons. He had the right piercings, the teeth, the drugs, the elongated fingers, and wasn’t doing to bad in the department down stairs. . .

“So, what’s on your mind tonight?” His tone did not hold any sarcasm or any of the usual mocking sounds…but instead had almost a sincere sound to it…almost. He was sitting on the bed she was supposed to sleep on.

“How dare he sit on my bed…” She glared at him as he sat there; looking innocent in his white silky pants…so thin…she could almost see threw them…”No.” She cleared her mind.

“You mind getting out of my bed?” Her tone was a bit cold…but it was an obvious forced cold. She kept a straight face but Barton didn’t he just grinned…that same big grin that he always had. Made him look stupid. But that didn’t disrupt the thoughts of what him and his tongue could do…

“Well, I was told to do what you want…so of course I don’t mind…” He watched her face for a reaction to what he had just said, but one wasn’t visible at first. He continued to watch her, his odd eyes boring into her body.

She didn’t know what to say to that, he had a way with making her like that. “…Told to do what you want…” She didn’t understand…Trowa had never taken orders from anyone… but then again, the way he had been acting towards Darex was indeed odd. She felt an identical push as she had before…she moved upwards at it, her eyes shutting just a bit at it, It had felt better then anything else she had experienced in life…thus far.

“What do you mean by that?” She couldn’t conceal the pleasure in her tone, as great as she had tried too. She knew he would get cocky over that…even if it wasn’t him that was doing it. She opened up her senses so she would be able to tell where it was coming from. There was an abnormal energy flowing around her body, and as she suspected it was emanating from Trowa.

“It means, I was told to listen to everything you say and take it as law.” The words left his mouth with not even the faintest trace of sarcasm or any other tone meant in a bad or mocking way. He got up from the bed and walked over near her slowly, his eyes focused on her.

“And judging from what I read on your mind back on Mimban, I think I have a general idea of what you want…” He had that same smug look on his face now…the one she just wanted to rip off. But as she opened her mouth to speak, she was stopped not by Trowa speaking but by him leaning in quickly and kissing her and with her mouth already open he slipped his tongue in with hers.

Rather then just standing there like an idiot, she savored the feeling of his tongue on hers before pushing him back just a bit. “So you are mine now then…” It was not a question but more of a statement as she pushed him backwards. She could feel the force pushing down on key spots in her body, sending electric shivers up and down her spine. She was jerking up just a bit at each one as he grinned.

Pushing him onto the bed, she quickly followed, once more allowing her lush lips to meet his. She loved the feeling she got from his tongue piercing…and she wanted to know the full extent of its use soon…but as she toyed with his tongue she could feel his hands caressing her body, slipping further down her back with each second. He was using the force pushing into her still…his hands felt amazing as each piece of flesh they touched exploded in abruptly ended pleasure from them.

He pulled back and looked into her eyes, practically reading what she wanted just from them. He grinned and continued on as his hands shifted from being just outside of her upper robes to under her lower robes. He moved them just a bit further downwards before he began to toy with her…causing her to build up a moan in her throat. She broke away from his lips and let it out; as she did he began to kiss her neck, gently biting at it as he did.

He allowed his fingers to stop just toying with her and show her the extent of their usefulness by moving them into her slowly, the force still being manipulated to add to the feeling.

Trowa smiled in satisfaction as his fingers were now covered now covered in a nice moistness. He continued to slip his fingers in and out of her, paying great attention to each part of her. He bit into her neck just a bit harder now, drawing a thin line of blood. He hadn’t meant to…but he had not yet grown used to his teeth.

He leaned upwards and shifted positions with her, so that she was on bottom. Using his free hand he began to pull off the top portion of her robes. He had a bit of trouble doing such, as now Shy was moving about at his every touch.

Her face held an expression of deep lust…and even deeper pleasure. Barton looked down at her chest. Her nipples stood on end, awaiting him. He grinned as he pushed his, now two fingers, into her deeper then before. Her body jerked upwards as she released a moan. He bent down over her and twisted his tongue around her left nipple. His tongue worked magic…twisting and twirling all around her nipples…gently he bit down on them, sucked on them driving her closer and closer to her edge.

He could feel that she was nearing her edge now…so he slowed down. Pulling his fingers out and his hand up, he slowly began to kiss her chest…then her stomach slowly, ever so slowly making his way downwards. Once he reached the brim of her pants he pulled it up just a bit, then looked up at her…he could tell she wanted it so badly. So he continued to pull down the soft clothe material that was her pants. Once he had it down and off of her he continued to make his way further down.

Once he arrived at his destination he flicked his tongue around the outside…teasing her just a bit…making her moan and want more. He closed his eyes and savored her flavor…so much different from the coppery taste he had gotten from her not to long ago. Once he brought her back towards her edge he slipped his pierced tongue inside her. He probed her with it, moving it about quickly and efficiently. Her body began to tremble slightly as he continued onwards.

He used the force to pinch and slightly pull at her erect nipples as to not leave any part unattended too. Once she had reached her edge, he made sure to push her over it with force, continuing to probe her with his tongue through the duration of her orgasm.

Once she was finished he began to kiss his way back up to her lips. Slowly, savoring each inch of her body he went upwards…once he made it back up to her lips he began to kiss her deeply once more. He could feel her hand slipping downwards and grabbing him now. His body lurched upwards at her grip as she slowly tightened on him.

He gasp escaped his mouth as her nails began to dig in and he fell over beside her. The pain from her doing such was immense, and she was grinning the whole time. She squeezed one last time before he fell over the side of the bed and onto the floor. She got up and stood over him.

“I always wanted to do that to you…you were always an egotistical asshole, well now you are my bitch.” Her tone was full of sadistic triumph. She leaned down, pressing her knee into his crotch once more, and kiss him. After that she slipped on some pants and moved towards the bed. She quickly drifted off to sleep, feeling quite good mentally and physically.

She woke to the soft patter of rain on the roof top. She sat up and stretched, accompanying it with a yawn. Slowly she got up, wrapping the silk sheets around her and moving towards the window. Shy-ree looked out onto the lake as the soft drops of rain broke its surface. The lake had looked so calm the night before…yet now the surface was broken and distorted.

She glanced over her shoulder to where Trowa still lay, asleep. He had not moved from the position she left him in. He was now curled up into a ball, he was shivering just a bit as it was cold and all he had on was a thin pair of silk pants. She moved over towards him and slipped the silk off from around her shoulders and placed it over him in an attempt to warm him up.

She spoke softly to no one really but herself. “Can’t have my new pet freezing now can I?” She walked towards the refreshed and hoped in. She slowly cleaned herself up, her mind drifting away from her every so often. Shy finished up and moved down towards the kitchen; Trowa was not where she had left him…he must have gotten up and left.

Trowa and Darex were both sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast quietly when she walked in. Darex smiled and nodded at her before speaking. “So, how was your night?” His tone hinted that he might know what had happened but she wasn’t so sure he did.

“It was…alright I suppose, nothing special.” She glanced over at Barton as she spoke, noticing him flinch just a bit at her words. She smiled inside knowing that her words would irritate him, but at the same time it would make him work harder to be better.

Darex broke her train of thought as he spoke up. “It was alright? So you did something after leaving my room rather then going to bed then?” He sat there with what almost appeared to be a look of smug satisfaction with him, but Shy could not tell.

“Just…hung around with Barton for a while I suppose…speaking of which I need to talk to him, I will see you in a bit Darex.” She moved back out of the room without getting anything to eat, but expecting Trowa to follow. She did not have to turn around to hear his footsteps behind her almost immediately.

She walked towards the basement, knowing where it was as she had once danced with Trowa in there. He was a great dancer, better then any one she had ever danced with at least. She could never figure out how he knew how to dance so well, but then again she didn’t know a whole lot about him. She pushed the thought from her mind; she had other things to do.

Once in the basement she walked over to the supply cabinet and grabbed some zip ties. She turned to Trowa who was standing over by a wooden chair. “Take a seat…relax a bit.” She waited for Trowa to just as he as told and did not have to wait but a few seconds. Quickly she walked over behind him and gripped his wrists, using the zip ties to hold him in place. She put quite a few on him, as shy knew how strong he was. Of course if he wanted out he could still get out…but she doubted he would try.

She quickly moved around in front of him looking him over. “What did you tell him.” Her hand moved about his body, caressing it in an attempt to make him talk. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back…”I didn’t tell him anything.” She tightened her grip as she had the night before causing him to move upwards a bit and release a slight grunt.

“I asked you a question, now answer me.” Her tone was solid as was her grip. His eyes burst open as she tightened it further, using the force to assist her. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to speak now. She loosened her grip enough for him to catch his breath now and speak.

“I…didn’t tell him he took it from my mind…” He was now breathing rapidly his eyes wide with a slight smile on his face. He looked down at Shy’s hand as it further loosened its grip to his dismay. But rather then get up and just leave him there…she began to slowly pull down his silk pants to reveal his hard flesh. That was all he would be considered…a tool that is the way he liked it though, to just be a tool of others pleasure. She gripped him and slowly began to massage his hard piece of flesh, running both hands up and down it…building up the pressure she applied at a leisurely pace. A soft moan escaped his lips as she continued for a bit…she could feel him twitch in her hands as he was nearing his edge, so she stopped to let him come down from it.

He looked at her not saying a word, but his eyes begging her to let him come. She watched him, considering whether she would or not…after all it was all in her hands. She leaned down and quickly flicked her tongue over his crown, licking away the precome that had gathered at his tip.

“Having…fun, are we?” Shy jerked up at the voice, but did not turn around. She already knew who it was…it could only be one person. She didn’t know what to say…she didn’t know how he would react to such a scene. Her heart had frozen for the few brief seconds that held no sound. But then she heard his footsteps slowing walking over towards her. She turned around and looked up at him, his eyes meeting hers.

“I do feel kind of left out…not being invited and all.” He moved closer to her, smiling his lips inches from her as if he was about to kiss her…but instead he turned and cut Barton’s restraints. Shy let out a sigh as once more…she was so close and yet so far away still. She watched him as he lifted Trowa to his feet and pointed him over towards the corner…towards the bed? She carefully observed the two; it was obvious that there was something she had missed. She looked past Darex and into Trowa’s eyes…they were full of lust, but he was not looking at her.

She followed behind them quietly…watching as Darex led Trowa to the bed, before looking over to Shy. “Care to join us?” His tone was mesmerizing now, she couldn’t resist but to walk up beside him. He wrapped his left arm around her back and leaned in, his mouth softly moving over hers. Her body shivered with joy as his fingers slipped up and down her spine. She strayed from his touch just a bit, forcing her to move forward pressing her body closer to his.

Even the extreme control of a Jedi could not control all natural body functions…but for most they would not wish to have such things controlled. Shy could feel Darex was thoroughly enjoying her touch and kiss. Barton had taken a seat on the bed watching the two of them. Even with just a glance she could tell he too was enjoying it. The visions that Trowa had given her just the night before now slipped back into her mind…once again taking control.

She squirmed under Darex’s touch wanting him to touch her in more places then just along her spine…But before she even had a chance at another thought Darex had broken their kiss and looked her in the eyes, his hands slipping around to grip her robes and left them up and off. He traced his finger ever so lightly across her lips, down to her neck, then around her nipples as she quaked with pleasure just at his touch. Then his finger was gone…he had moved over to Barton.

Barton now had his head hanging over the bottom end of the bed, the silk fabric that was his pants had a massive bulge in them. “You look uncomfortable, you should take those off.” Darex spoke to Trowa softly, but turned to Shy once finished. He pulled her over to him as she watched Trowa slip off his pants…

Darex spun her around so her back was no to Trowa. He held her hips taught and began to kiss her deeply, moving back just a bit only to nibble on her lip. She could feel his grip around her waist tighten as he lifted her upwards for a brief second, only to set her back down on the bed, she was now straddling Trowa’s face as Darex moved forward once more to continue what he had started.

As each of the men began to kiss her she squirmed, it felt incredible; Darex’s tongue was probing her mouth as Barton’s tongue was probing her at the same time. Slowly Darex made his way down to her chest were he continued to kiss and lap at her nipples. Sucking on them gently at first, nibbling a bit as well. She loved the feeling of Trowa’s pierced tongue inside of her. His tongue was quick and agile as it made its way all around her folds of skin in and out…flicking across the surface among things.

Her body shook just a bit, before Trowa pulled back not allowing her to reach her breaking point yet. “What is he doing…it is my job to tease not his…” She moved about as Darex pulled as well. She didn’t want either of them to leave…it was all to good. Was it just a dream, one about to turn bad?

Darex moved around to the side of the bed before speaking. “Shy, move over here…I’ve something I want to do…” He showed Shy how he wanted her. He moved her over the top of Barton in a sixty-nine position. She held her head back just a bit as Trowa was…hanging right in front of her. She could feel Trowa beginning to probe her once more, so she leaned forward just a bit and took him into her mouth. Her tongue twisting and twirling about as his was…Flicking over the top carefully, before moving to the under side and hitting the spots that made him moan into her. She could feel the pleasure building in her…struggling to hold back a deep moan. But in the end she failed and released a moan full of pleasure down his long shaft.

Trowa pulled back once more, but she did not bother to look back and see why…she was now moving at a steady pace up and down…almost hitting the stud that was at the base. She could feel his veins pulsating for sweet release, but each time he was at the edge…she would slow and not allow it.

Darex moved over and positioned himself above Shy, teasing Barton…drawing him away for a brief time. He allowed Trowa to go down on him for a few minutes before moving back and positioning himself behind Shy…he was going to give Trowa a front roll view. He moved into her slowly at first, causing her to move forward just a bit as it had surprised her. After a few minutes of moving slow Darex picked up the pace, he moved in and out quickly as Trowa watched. Shy neared her edge, the pleasure was immense and her vision was starting to blur from it. She moved her head upwards, Trowa slipping out of her mouth as he hit his breaking point.
Shy screamed out as Darex hit home one last time, pushing her into her orgasm as Trowa had hers. His white, hot seed shot out hitting her chest, face, mouth and a bit in her hair as her body lurched forward just a bit each time Darex moved forward.

She could now feel him filling her up as he couldn’t hold back anymore. She loved every second of it. As Darex pulled out she rolled over to the side of Barton and lay on her back. Trowa switched positions and moved up, once more kissing her.

It was only but a minute of further pleasure before Darex moved in and pulled Trowa away…She sat up, her energy sources non-existent as she had not eaten anything in a long while. She didn’t know what to think of it all…she had wanted this and it was a great time…but she had never expected it to actually happen. She watched the two men as the moved away a bit, over to a chair that was against the wall.

Darex sat down, pulling Barton down upon him. A dull thud of bodies slapping together was heard as Trowa began to kiss Darex. Shy watched every movement of the two as they kissed, Darex’s soft tongue breaking the defense’s that was Trowa’s lips.

He loved the feeling…his body against Darex’s, their lips pressed together in a extraordinary kiss. The tongues resembled two form IV light saber duelist…dancing around barely visible in their speed and movements. Yet still one of the best visual forms…in this cause best feeling duel styles out there.

Trowa’s hand slipped downwards, on a quest of sorts to find a sword. He sought out Darex’s flesh sword, gripping it tightly in his right hand…massaging it a bit loosening and tightening his grip at different areas of it. Trowa broke the kiss, moving back just a bit. He grinned at Darex then glanced over at Shy who was pleasuring herself to the two now, once seeing that he made his way down, taking Darex into his mouth.

Slowly, he cleaned off the natural lubricant. He twirled his tongue around the hard shaft as his hand still gripped the base of it. Trowa could feel Darex’s hand running threw his, as of late, unkempt hair. As the pleasure was building inside Darex, Trowa began to take him in deeper, he could feel Darex’s hardness pulsating for sweet release as it neared.

Darex stole a glance over at Shy, seeing her pleasuring herself sent him over the proverbial edge. Feeling the others orgasm arrive just made Trowa work harder, he swallowed all that he could as he listened to the other moan out. He cleaned Darex off completely before slipping him out of his mouth and whipping away a bit of the missed juices. He looked up at Darex as he sat there in orgasmic bliss. A small grin formed on his face as he looked between Shy and Darex.

-the end-

Monday, November 28, 2011

A Letter From Beyond

Dear Mom,

I have decided to tell you everything, because I know you can take it, and I know how much you worry. You can decide on how much to tell dad and the others.
This is a hard story to tell, so please bear with me. First let me assure everyone that I was not kidnapped, at least not in the earthly sense, and I'm certainly not dead. In fact there is a good chance that I will live for centuries. And tell my friends and family that I am happy and in good health. Damned good health.
You'll never believe where I am writing this letter from, so I won't bother telling you until I relate my story. Not that telling it will make it more believable, but it might help me retain my sanity. It started with my college job...

As an assistant librarian it was my job to finish organizing the books, then lock up each night. It was a boring job, but it helped pay my tuition. It played hell with my dating life, not that I've had much since high school. It's hard to take full time college and a full time job too. I wouldn't recommend it to anybody. In Junior High my parents wouldn't let me date so I wouldn't sleep with anybody and screw up my life. In high school I had a full time job and didn't have much time to date. Now, there's not even time for sleep.
I'm normally considered a pretty sexy girl, I have long brown hair, legs that could kill, and average sized tits that were just firm enough to gain attention without looking fake. I was happy with my body, and once I grow used to my hectic schedule I might be able to resume dating. It's not like I don't get offers, but most of the offers come from geeks.
The absolute worst part of my job is locking up and ten o'clock at night, then riding my bike back to my apartment in the darkness. There were two ways to the main college entrance and my apartment beyond. One took me over five miles of smooth, street light lit roads, and the other through one mile of dark woods on a well-worn path used as a shortcut. I took the shortcut, of course, it got me home must earlier, which translated into more study time and more sleep. But it was a horrifying ride surrounded by the darkest woods imaginable, trying to follow the path using the shaky light from my battery powered headlight. I knew if a campus slayer decided to kill defenseless college girls on our campus, I would be the first victim.
During my trips through the woods I have caught couples in the act of making love, deer snorting and running off, and racoons too stupid or too slow to get out of the way. Ok, they aren't stupid they're adorable, but they have scared years of life out of me.
There were also many unidentifiable sounds, sounds so scary that I didn't stick around to identify them. I was scared shitless on that path, if I had been smart I would have bought a cheap car rather than using my bicycle, but I was counting every penny and a car costs lots of pennies.
Oh, why am I beating around the bush instead of telling my story? Ok, here it is. One night I was taking the woods path when I suddenly found my surroundings lit as bright as day. Since there was no sound I immediately thought "asteroid". I know, it sounds stupid now, but I had just seen the movie. You had to be in my shoes to appreciate how scary the situation was.
I pulled my bike over to the side of the path and shaded my eyes as I looked up at the light. It was hovering above me. The next moment every nerve in my body tingled and I blacked out.
I felt myself falling. My eyes sprang open and I found myself in some strange chair, falling toward the floor. With a clank, my chair suddenly stopped. With a slight whir, I felt my legs being opened to cooler air. It was washing over my pussy. In horror, I realized that I was sitting in the chair naked. I tried to pull myself out, and found I couldn't move. The chair had formed itself around my body, becoming my prison, although it was extremely comfortable.
"Oh shit!" I gasped, still struggling despite the futility of it.
"Sounds like the new girl is awake," a voice came from my right.
"Who... who is there?" I called excitedly. "Can you get me out of here?"
"Sorry dear, we are all in the same fix. Relax, they won't hurt you."
"What are they doing? Why am I here?" I asked in growing horror. The picture of the hovering light was still vivid in my mind.
"It's milking time, girlie," the voice said with some humor. "We are the cattle."
"What's that mean. Do they eat us?"
"Somewhat, but not in the horrid way you're thinking," another girl said with a laugh.
"I wish somebody would give me a straight answer," I groaned.
"You want straight answers, I'll give you one," the last girl said in a more serious tone. "You have been captured by an alien ship. This entire ship is filled with women, both theirs and ours, because men die from the radiation created by their drive. We are their enzyme donors, they milk us and use our fluids like the old wooden ships used to use limes on long voyages. There is virtually no chance of escaping, but after three or four days of absolutely royal treatment, you won't want too," the girl said, then gasped.
"What's the matter?" I asked in terror.
"Milking time, sweetie, it's the best," the woman sounded like she was on drugs. I tried to look around at my surrounding in the half light to see the women around me. It was impossible. I saw more chairs like mine, all sunken into the floor like mine with only the heads protruding, and all facing out in a circle. From what I could see behind me there were seven other chairs.
"Oh yes, contact," the sexy voice said from my right.
"Viv, you are such a slut," a good natured voice said from behind me. "Get ready, new girl. Relax and enjoy it, you'll get used to it, but never stop liking it."
"Ow," I screamed as a needle pierced my left breast. In a moment the right breast was punctured too.
"Shit, we forgot to warn her," Viv said suddenly.
"Sorry, girl, they inject a hormone to start your milk. They get enzymes from many sources. That's the only pain you'll ever feel, I promise."
I felt somebody washing my pussy and inner thighs, and my eyes widened in terror.
"There's somebody between my legs," I gasped in horror.
"What the hell do you think we've been talking about?" Viv said with a laugh.
I heard a woman moaning behind me. Soon she was joined by several others. It sounded like a room full of women having sex. I felt the area of my pubic hair being washed again, then dried carefully. To my horror, I felt a cold device placed at the entrance to my pussy. In a moment it slid up inside my body.
"They're putting something inside me!" I gasped to the room at large.
"Relax and enjoy it," the other voice gasped.
"Relax, how can Iiieee..." I said as the device came to life inside me. It was pulsating, vibrating, and giving off an electrical charge that made my pussy and ass explode with excitement. There was no way to explain how wonderful it felt, or to explain how such a small device could feel so wonderful. I chalked it up to alien technology.
I felt my pussy thrusting forward obscenely with each pulsation of the milker. I could feel the suction inside me, although I could not hear the liquid being sucked from my body. The soundproofing in the room must have been phenomenal.
"Oh shit, this is so good," I gasped into the room filled with pants and little screams.
"No shit, it's the best," Viv said from her chair. "Get ready, they always do you twice to get the most juice," she gasped in the throes of passion.
Each time the milker surged, an electric shock smashed through my pussy, into my abdomen, and up to my tits. It was so exciting, far better than normal sex. All I missed was the touch of another person.
The milker kept thrusting it's way inside, it's suction was so strong it closed me up inside during each pulsation. With the vulgar machine milking my pussy, and my slender legs being forced open for the world to see, I couldn't have felt more helpless, or more sexy. I never wanted the feeling to end.
The fire started in my loins, building with a liquid fire I knew would fry my brains, but I welcomed the terrifying event with overjoyed pants and excited murmurs. With a scream, I felt my loins being devastated by the biggest orgasm I had ever felt. Wave after wave rocked my lower body. I smashed my pussy into the wonderful milker, trying to get more depth out of it. Just as my orgasm quieted, the milker was turned off, leaving me totally satisfied and spent. I heard the second woman chuckle from my left.
"Pretty good, huh?"
"Oh it was heavenly," I gasped as my body melted into the black padded chair."
"Yeah, it doesn't matter how many years you've been here, it still thrills you to the core."
"Years? How long have you been here?" I asked in alarm.
"I think... probably about fifteen years," the woman said thoughtfully.
"What year is it?" Viv asked from my right.
"2000," I said, realizing that I would never escape.
"I've been here 18 years and haven't aged a day," the other woman said in wonder.
"One of the benefits of space travel, Kitten," Viv said with a laugh.
"Ah... Kitten, we don't spend all that time in these chairs, do we."
"Hell no," Kitten laughed, joined by several other voices. "Just wait until you see our harem, as we call it. It is absolutely palatial."
"Wait until you see the view from the control room," another voice said eagerly.
"Or the women in the control room," Viv said playfully. "If you've ever wanted to see a room full of living dolls, here's your chance. Not one of them is over four feet tall, and each one is absolutely beautiful."
"I think they look too plastic," another voice said.
"Uh oh, here we go again," a voice warned from behind me.
Seconds after her warning, my pussy was attacked again. I didn't think I could survive another orgasm like that, but I was willing to try. My pussy was even more alive this time. The machine surged in and out of my crotch, I could feel every small centimeter of it's length deep inside me. I was tingling from my hair to my toes. The device was sucking me dry, the electricity was setting me on fire, even my tits were burning, craving attention.
"I am so hot," I cried aloud.
"Honey, this is nothing compared to how you will feel when you've been on the medicine for a week," Kitten said in a low sexy voice.
"What medicine?"
"The medicine that makes you the sexiest, most responsive creature on Earth," Kitten said with relish.
"I don't want any more needles," I gasped between surges.
"No needles, one pill will last you a lifetime," Kitten said in a louder, less controlled voice.
"Shit, I'm coming," Viv said from my right.
I wasn't coming yet, but I was burning. My loins seemed to be filled with fire, churning with the liquid heat of a massive orgasm. I was so hot that I craved the orgasm so I could relax and cool the fire in my loins. But there was a lot I missed. I wanted to feel hands on my tits, a mouth on my pussy, and another on my lips. I wanted to crawl up inside somebody and die.
"Oh shit," I gasped, feeling the crest of an orgasm building inside me. "Oh shit, this is so big," I screamed. I felt myself trying to hold back the orgasm, now a little afraid of it. I knew it would kill me, I would go up in a spurt of flame.
I bucked and jerked in my chair as the orgasm tore through my loins, clenching and unclenching my pussy and ass as it struck, faded, then struck again. I screamed a long, drawn out scream with my eyes tightly shut, waiting to die from the strongest orgasm I had ever felt. To my surprise the spasms began to lessen and die out. I was still alive and in one piece. My body was drenched in sweat from head to toe. I was shaking and gasping for breath.
"You don't have asthma do you?" a voice asked from above me. I screamed and jerked back, then saw a beautiful woman standing above me. The chair suddenly began to raise up out of the floor. My legs closed and I realized that the milker had been removed. When, I didn't know. As the chair clanked to a stop, the black pad holding me tightly against my chest suddenly slid away and I found myself sitting in a fairly normal chair with the beautiful woman admiring my body.
"I'm Viv," she said, extending her hand. I shook it in awe and looked around myself. Other women were leaving the room. One absolutely ravishing black woman approached my chair. I knew she must be Kitten. As she stood beside me in the subdued light, I saw that she must be half black and half white. She was one of the most beautiful and sexy women I have ever seen. She had freckles, of all things, that made her look absolutely beautiful. "I'm Kitten," she said with a smile, extending her hand.
"Janice," I said as I took it and held it while I gawking at her body. It was so curvaceous and so perfect. I just wanted to touch it, even though I have never had lesbian tendencies. Something about Kitten...
"I told you, the medicine makes you the sexiest woman on Earth," Kitten said and stretched lazily. The stretch alone was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Now I knew how she had gotten the nickname of Kitten. She acted like one.
"I am so confused and feel so funny," I said, following Kitten to the door, watching the sexy sway of her naked ass.
"You have been blessed, girl, whether you know it or not. We are living in the stars, visiting the strangest places you have ever seen, and our every wish is waited on hand and foot. You have never dreamed of living like we do here."
"This is the harem, our home," Viv said as she stepped up beside me at a huge rounded door. As the door slid aside I found a wonderland of soft pillows, entertainment of all forms, and women laying around, eating, or making love in almost ever corner of the room. Off the main circular room were dozens of doors. Glass partitions separated different areas of the main room. As girls came out of the assorted doors I saw living quarters in most of them. Viv led me to a larger door. As it opened the wonderful smell of food wafted over me. I almost fainted in sudden hunger. Viv helped me use the automat to choose my food. I ate quickly, afraid it would disappear. She later showed me the main bathroom, where I took a shower, and my new bedroom. It was fantastic, but not as fantastic as the control room. That was the most amazing room of all.
"Here we are," Viv said at the entrance to the control room. "I want to see your face when these doors open," she said with an impish smile. The doors opened and I was transported to the land of munchkins. Each tiny woman was busy at a panel or in a chair. They were tiny replicas of Earth women, in all colors, from oriental to black. They were absolutely perfectly formed women, not midgets with short arms and legs.
I marveled as a short little oriental doll hurried past the door in front of me to man a control panel.
"They are so beautiful," I breathed quietly.
"Perfect," Viv said proudly. "And they make love like you wouldn't believe. The milker helps supply what they need, but good old fashioned oral contact supplies them and you with what they want."
"But they look like little girls," I said uncomfortably.
"Yeah, kinky huh?" Viv smirked. "Don't worry, the average age of each girl is probably 110 years old. We don't age on the ship like they do on Earth."
"That oriental girl is so sweet it's hard to keep from hugging her," I whispered to Viv.
"Why stop, if you like her tell her. She can be relieved for a sex break."
"I couldn't," I said, turning red.
"Sisi," Viv whispered to the china doll. The girl flipped a switch and turned, smiling prettily at the girls in the door.
"Sisi, show her your tongue," Viv said with glee. Sisi looked embarrassed, then extended her tongue to an incredible seven inches. She quickly slid it back in and looked around the control room to see if any of her shipmates had noticed.
"The tongue is a sexual organ to them," Viv explained in a whisper. "But have you ever seen a tongue like that in your life?"
"Hell no," I sighed in excitement. I could imagine how that would feel in my pussy. Hell, I would feel it in my womb.
I suddenly found Sisi standing in front of me. I looked at Viv and saw her smirk, so I knew she must have said something while I was daydreaming.
"Come," Sisi said in her dainty voice. I looked at the hand in mine and found it about the length of one of my fingers.
"This is so strange," I told Viv as Sisi led me away.
Sisi led me to a light blue room with a dark blue bed. There was nothing else in the room. For some reason it reminded me of a massage parlor.
"You are not afraid?" Sisi asked with a timid smile.
"Not any more," I looked down at the little doll. She was undoing her filmy dress. In a moment she dropped it to the floor, now standing in a second white, cotton looking dress. She undid that and suddenly stood naked, letting me admire her perfect little body before she jumped up to sit on the bed. I was already naked so I meekly sat on the bed beside her.
"Your turn," Sisi said expectantly.
"It's your... move," she finally said with a dainty frown on her face.
"Oh, I see," I said nervously. I reached down and gently forced Sisi back on the bed. Quickly crawling up on the bed beside her, I leaned over and looked down at her tiny face. I closed my eyes and leaned down to kiss her. I found her lips small, but very eager. Her hands seemed to be all over my body at once. I finally broke the kiss and began kissing her neck. In a few minutes I found myself facing her tiny handful of tits. They were adorable. I immediately captured one nipple in my lips and began sucking. In a moment I changed and sucked on the other one, then worried it with the tip of my tongue. Sisi hissed and arched her back. She was very responsive.
Sisi suddenly rolled me over and kissed me on the lips for several minutes until I couldn't breath. She broke the kiss and slid down to lick my tits. When she took my right nipple in her tiny mouth and began sucking, I realized that she was copying my actions. When she switched and worried my nipple with her tongue, it confirmed what I had suspected. I didn't know if this was her first time, or she was trying not to do anything I would find repulsive, but at that point I was on fire again and didn't care.
My eyes were on her tiny elfin ear, just a few inches in front of me. I leaned forward and stuck my tongue in her ear. She froze, breathing hard as I explored her ear until my aching neck forced me to lay back in exhaustion.
"That was wonderful," Sisi said, placing her fingers on her ear. I rolled over so I was on top of Sisi. I rolled her over on her stomach and began kissing her tiny butt cheeks. She groaned in pleasure. I looked up to see her looking back, her face consumed by passion. It seemed that everything I did put Sisi in a state of complete rapture. It made me feel very powerful.
"I loved the taste of her firm little ass, but my mind was already on the little love nest below my chin. I licked my way through her asshole and below, and to my amazement I sniffed her perfect little pussy for the first time. I had been smelling something like apple pie since the moment we started, and now I found the source of the smell. Her pussy smelled like apples and cinnamon. It was the most incredible smell and totally unexpected.
"Wow, you smell great," I said in awe as I rolled her over on her back.
"Thank you," she said shyly. I wanted to ask if it was a natural smell or some kind of douche, but the look on her face made me stop. Either way I planned to enjoy it.
"Taste me," Sisi begged. I looked at the beautiful, serious face and my heart fell for the little doll. I lowered my mouth to her little pussy and kissed it gently. With a groan of pleasure I pressed my lips against the pussy and plunged my tongue up inside her. She hissed and arched her back, thrusting her pussy into my mouth.
It tasted somewhat like cinnamon and something else I couldn't identify, but I love the taste and smell. I could have spent hours there just munching on her little mound. But as I ate the tiny beauty a vision of that long tongue sprang into my mind. I realized that if we were to 69, the tiny beauty would have to be on the bottom, which she was. All I had to do was walk my knees around on the bed until my own burning pussy was near her face. It took only seconds. Sisi grabbed my ass and pulled it down to meet her mouth. The tongue shot up inside me, I stiffened and screamed.
"Did I hurt you?" Sisi gasped.
"Hell no. Don't stop," I begged, then moaned as the tongue filled my cavity once more. It felt even longer than seven inches, it was incredible. It withered and curled around inside my pussy like a bunch of snakes. I could feel it touching everything inside my pussy and loins. I was so hot.
I sucked brutally on the tiny little pussy. It didn't take long to find that the entire little mound would fit inside my mouth. I sucked with my lips, while my tongue probed her depths and tickled her clit. I wet a finger and slid it into her tiny asshole. She gasped into my pussy and redoubled her efforts. The tiny mouth on my crotch felt obscene, but the tongue was absolute heaven. In a moment I knew there was not one spot inside my loins that her tongue hadn't touched. My loins were on fire and my orgasm was building with a terrible heat.
"I'm coming," I mumbled into her sweet little pussy.
"Me too," her innocent little voice came from between my legs. I felt the fire building until I screamed and humped my pussy against her tiny mouth. She too came but made less noise than I did. I kept my mouth glued to her pussy, thrust my finger in and out of her ass violently, and strummed her clit as fast as my tongue could move, but even with all that stimulation it seemed like she barely came at all.
I was totally satisfied with my orgasm, but highly disappointed with hers. I pulled my finger out of her ass. Sisi gave a little cry and seemed to come again, but even that one seemed small and subdued.
"You are so delicious in every way possible," I said to Sisi, but she turned her back and looked down at the edge of the bed. In a moment she handed me a wet paper cloth. I wiped my mouth, then the finger which had been inside her ass. She wiped her own mouth and genitalia with another wet cloth, then took both and tossed them in an opening that suddenly appeared.
"You are very good," Sisi said with a smile, standing to put on her uniform.
"You didn't seem too excited," I said, a little sullenly.
"We show few emotions, but feel them as strongly as you," she assured me as she slid on the filmy dress. Sisi came up to me, pulled my face down and kissed me passionately before disappearing through the door. In horror I realized that I didn't know how to open it. As I approached it opened automatically.
"So how was it?" Viv asked impishly.
"Wonderful, but she didn't seem too excited.
"She wouldn't. It was her first time, otherwise she wouldn't have shown excitement of any kind. Wait until you try old stony face over there," Viv pointed at the oldest woman on the bridge.
"Who's she?" I asked, craning my neck to keep track of the beautiful woman with stately beauty.
"Diho, the captain," Viv said. "But don't get any ideas, she's the Zet half of my pair."
"What pair?"
"A pairing of a Zet female and a human female. You and Sisi are a pair now, she belongs to you and you too her. It's kind of like a marriage."
"You never told me," I said, somewhat mad. I turned to follow Viv as she left the control room.
"No need, you were picked the moment you arrived. Sisi has been unpaired for over a year, she is also new. You were picked up on Earth for her. But if you just can't wait until you and Sisi are together again, you can make love to a human female as often as you like. It creates a healthy supply of juice. By the way, there are twenty humans on board right now, so milking won't happen again for a few days."
"Uh oh," Viv said with a smile as we entered the harem, "speaking of making love, I think Kitten has her eyes on you," Viv said, clucking at Kitten as she slinked toward me. I felt I couldn't breath with Kitten so close. Then Kitten reached out and stroked my chest, and I gasped as fire filled my body.
"Wow, the medicine is doing it's job," Kitten smirked when I almost fainted at her touch. "You are going to be so much fun," Kitten said with a wink, then she leaned forward and gave me a passionate kiss, complete with tongue...

We just landed at the college. I am finishing this letter and mailing it from the box in front of the library. It's 1:00 o'clock AM, everything is quiet right now except for loud music far away. It sounds like a party going on in one of the frat houses along the park. I miss music. I will have to try and find some, before we leave earth.
The alien crewmembers of my ship are out cruising for a new girl. The last before we begin our intergalactic jaunts. I hope she's pretty and I hope Kitten likes her, because I am totally exhausted. Kitten needs a new toy, somebody other than me.
Oops, it looks like they've found the girl they are looking for. Time to go.

Hugs and kisses, Janice

-the end-

The Mother Tree

Jabur rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, then swatted at an insect buzzing in his face. It was the first discernable movement he had made in over 15 minutes. Jabur was a Neve, a small form of mutated human who had long ago migrated from earth. Although small, even for his race, he was exceptionally strong, intelligent, and had a very good memory. This made him an ideal Taker. A Taker was originally a person who took what they wanted, such as a thief or a warrior. In his case he was a paid Taker, akin to the guards or mercenaries of old earth. He was paid by the Talkers, or politicians, to guard the mother tree. Jabur stood his silent vigil in the east fork of the south branch of the Nevenan Mother Tree, one of the largest and most prestigious Mother Trees on Battlegraud. Clad in a green hooded cloak to blend in with the foliage, he sat in the woven basket designed just for that purpose. Holding his bow ready, he watched the skies and the ground for any signs of movement. A Mother Tree was an enormous tree so huge, that each tree could support an entire human colony. Long ago, during colonization, predators had killed many of the planet's new settlers. Out of necessity the population took to the trees. It was soon found that the Mother Trees, the largest of all indigenous trees, was wonderfully suited for this purpose. It's huge strong limbs, some a mile long and 50 yards across, could support an entire community with very little modification. Since the Mother Tree used much of the resources in the area, the Mother Trees had naturally spread out symmetrically, each claiming it's own large territory. This, in turn, spread the human communities across the planet equally. Each Mother Tree provided food and water to the community, through it's sap and rain runoff, and food through nuts and a myriad of fruited hanging parasitical vines. Farmers supplemented this food with crops designed to grow beneath the huge branches. They provided grains and vegetables, while the hunting Takers provided meat and fish. The tinkle of female laughter drew Jabur's attention to the river. Far off he could see the sparkle of white, female bodies as they took their afternoon bathes. The young adult females were bathing at this time, as usual. And they seemed to be vying for his attention. It had been the same for over a month, since he took over sentry duty on the south branch. Jabur looked around self-consciously, then picked up the field glasses hanging from the stub of a branch near his elbow. He adjusted the glasses until he had focused in on the naked females. One looked in his direction, even as he watch. She covered her mouth and giggled, while pointing at him. He realized that the flash of the field glasses had given him away. Nevertheless, they continued their lewd and encouraging conduct. Nessay was washing the back of Bandy, one of his fellow Takers. Jabur felt his cock grow hard as Nessay reached around Bandy's back and grabbed each firm cone in one tiny hand. Bandy was exceptionally shapely and beautiful. If Jabur was interested in pairing, at his young age, he would certainly consider Bandy. But on a planet where a pairing could last for more than 800 years, a pairing was not taken lightly. Coupling, on the other hand, could take place at the drop of a hat, especially between people below the normal breeding age of 90. Even as he watched, Bandy turned and gave Nessay a full lipped kiss. Nessay raised Bandy to her feet and placed her mouth on her small tight-lipped pussy. She nuzzled and licked, while Bandy bent over her head and rubbed her wet hair. Bandy's face was twisted with emotion. Nessay broke contact and spoke. Bandy changed her stance, spreading her legs much wider. Nessay tipped her head back and applied her lips to Bandy's pussy. Bandy jerked and cried out, her face twisted in passion until it was almost unrecognizable. The other girls turned to watch. Some took their cue and moved together, some laughed and looked on, and others simply watched in interest. Jabur was getting desperately horny. Licking his lips he leaned forward, sharpening his focus on Bandy's tits, and Nessay's bobbing head. Then, to his horror, he watched as they suddenly stood and moved off into the bushes. "You little tease," he mumbled, cursing himself for being so gullible. His glasses went to the other girls. It was a pool of delicious female flesh now withering and moaning in delight. The Sachans would love to get their hands on them, he realized. Remembering the seriousness of his duties, he put the glasses back and continued his watch. But his thoughts centered on Bandy. What a girl! The Sachans were rumored to be at war on this side of the Blue Knife mountain range. The Sachans were a violent race consisting of only Takers. Coming from the great yellow desert where there were no Mother Trees, they raised no food, they reaped no harvest, they simply took, living off the hard work of others. Jabur was determined not to let this happen to his tribe. He must keep his mind on his duties. A movement in the sky, far off toward the blue mountains, caught Jabur's attention. He turned to see a huge Shiny approaching. Luckily, he recognized the Shiny as that of a friend. It flapped it's yellow wings effortlessly, then glided forward, slowly losing altitude as it approached the Mother Tree. It had a red chair strapped to it's back. It was a carrier of great importance. "Mother Rush returns!" Jabur yelled down to the workers below. In a moment a large group of Talkers poured from the trunk of the Mother Tree and spread to await the arrival of Mother Rush. Rush was important, she was a Talker, like the important men of the tribe below, but she was also a witch. Even the Sachans were afraid to anger her. She was from Neverpool, a famous prosperous tribe who lived just south of Nevenan. The Shiny descended in a slow spiral. Rush's Shiny was unique, it had a red slash across it's feathered throat as if it had been cut by a knife. This, according to Rush, made it special, magical. "Make way," Rush yelled, waving for the onlookers to move away from the landing pad. Doers were slow-witted and docile. They would work all day on a bowl of rice and a slab of meat, but they couldn't think for themselves. They did what they were told, but tended to move slowly and do stupid things. Talkers and Takers were far more intelligent. Jabur was a Taker, a Taker paid to protect the tribe. Talkers governed the tribe and oversaw the work of the Doers. It was possible for Jabur to rise to the rank of Talker, as he grew older and gained more wisdom. But he still had 200 hundreds years of youth before he had to worry about that. "News, Father Alliace," Rush yelled as the Shiny landed and settled it's wings with a slight shake. Rush was helped down from her chair. She turned and looked at the faces around her. Her gaze lingered on Jabur. He was considered a good looking male, even in his own community, but that was not why she was interested. "What news, Mother Rush?" Alliace asked, returning her attention to him. Jabur could see the jealousy in his old blood-shot eyes. Rush was not Alliace's mother, Mother was a term used for any female who had given birth, as was the term Father, given to any male who had fathered a child. Jabur was just Jabur, since he had no children. Alliace had high hopes of allying with Rush. Jabur moved closer so he could hear the news, intentionally standing close to Rush to further infuriate Alliace. Like the other, Jabur dreaded war, but at the same time he was fascinated by it. War was exciting, and there was little excitement in a farming community like Nevenan. Also, war brought booty, female slaves, wealth, and glory. Jabur was unpaired, he could use an exciting female slave. It was rumored that the Sachans were famous for beautiful, high-spirited women. "The worst, I'm afraid. The Sachans have invaded south of the Blue Knife range. They have attacked three Neve communities, Neverban, Nevelfar, and Nevemata. They..." she paused, swallowing quickly. "They set fire to the Mother Trees," she finished with a hiss. The resulting uproar caused a pause in the conversation. Even the dull-witted Doers were screaming in outrage. Rush finally lifted a hand so she could speak. "They are heading in this direction. I am here to organize your Takers, to ally with the other Takers and confront them at the river with the Neve battalion. We believe that a strong show of force can stop them there. I have organized Shinys for transportation," she called, pointing behind her. Jabur's hair bristled at the sight of a hundred chaired Shinys in the air to the east. It looked like an invading army. Jabur raised his bow nervously. "Remain at ease, Taker," Rush said, seeing Jabur's movements. "They are friends, Jabur," she said with a slight smile. Jabur heard Alliace's hiss of annoyance. Jabur suddenly realized that Rush had used his personal name. He was honored. Was she truly interested in him, or simply trying to annoy Alliace? A pairing with Rush would make him a leader among his own people and many other close Neve tribes. He would rule Alliace, in a sense. He liked that idea. On the other hand, Rush as at least 200 years older than himself. Jabur was almost a child, he had just turned 30. Also, Rush had hinted many times that he had the makings of a witch, at some time in the distant future. It usually took hundreds of years for a witch talent to show. Two witches rarely paired, as their powers often conflicted. Of course Alliace didn't know this. Jabur gasped as Rush's mind invaded his mind. Tendrils of thought touched different parts of his body. Her thoughts centered on each area associated with a body part and stimulated it briefly, before moving on to another. First his nipples began to tingle and he felt them grow hard, as if he were a girl. Second, he felt his ass being stimulated, or rather invaded. The intense warmth spread throughout his body. Before he could adjust to this embarassment, he felt her mind probe his cock, stiffening it and mentally stroking it until he was on the verge of an orgasm. To the others, Jabur simply gasped and stiffened. A few noticed his stiffened cock, but did not mention it. In reality only seconds had passed. For Jabur, it seemed as if she had touched him for hours. He felt her gentle mental fingers touching him everywhere, and could do nothing about it. Finally her mind rested for a moment on his memories and conscience, then disappeared. There was a warm area where Rush's mind had been. Jabur knew why he had been probed. Besides teasing him, for which she was famous, she was testing his courage, physical strength, and honesty. He knew this because it happened frequently. She called it keeping him honest. She smiled knowingly, signifying that he had passed her little test --- and that she had enjoyed it. "Rush will lead your army," she said with a finality which brooked no argument. Alliace's mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water. He wanted to scream his outrage, his own son was a Taker. But he knew better. Rush would simply make him look foolish in front of the entire village. Jabur wasted no time. "Takers, front and center!" Jabur screamed. Several dozen men and women, including Alliace's son, ran forward and formed into a solid line. He counted the number of swords, bows, and spears. He had more than enough for his plan. Jabur had mentally planned for such an event for many years and now he could put his plan into action. "Three lines," he commanded. "Spears to the fore, swords in the middle and bows in the rear," he yelled, pushing several people into place. Doers ran screaming as line after line of Shiny landed in the nearby field. "Find an appropriate Shiny and mobilize in this order," he yelled, waving his small army forward. "The Sachans have no fliers," Rush whispered from his elbow. "It will be an infantry battle." "I will keep the bows aloft to fire down upon their army," Jabur said, fearing that she would find this cowardly. She nodded slowly. "Such a move would demoralize their army and minimize our casualties," she acceded. "My thinking," Jabur agreed. "Of course you will need the approval of the General. Do it if you can, and don't misplace my trust." "Never," Jabur said with a dashing smile. He felt more alive at that moment, than he had at any other time in his life. He might be dead by nightfall, but today he would live. "Onward to glory!" he yelled the traditional Neve battle cry. The Shinys rose almost simultaneously. The blur of wings and dust was awesome. The Neve felt invincible. Jabur looked down at the awed village and his chest thrust out in pride. Three days later, exhausted, beaten, and demoralized, Jabur watched the remainder of his army form at the rear of the huge formation of the Neve battalion. Almost 100,000 warriors stood in front of his own small column. He had now lost half of his Takers, and still the Sachans continued to come, continued to attack, continued to win. Jabur had reported to Ladax, the general of the armies and been ordered to the rear. Rush stood next to General Ladax and did her best to defeat the enemy with magic. Jabur's bowmen were ordered down to the ground, and the Shinys were sent off to other duties. Jabur watched in frustrated anger, as wave after wave of Sachan armies rushed forward to attack and slaughter their people. Again they fought, and again they lost. Seventeen Sachan Takers broke through to his lines, killing five more of his Takers. Trudging back to their area, he looked at the worn faces of the few who remained and shook his head sadly. Ten men carried stretchers with the dead back toward their camp. In a few more engagements the remaining women would have to help. Two women had been killed only minutes before. Twelve men and four women remained. How many more? "Don't misplace my trust," Rush had said. Well he had no choice, each time he tried to discuss his plan with the General, the General ordered him back to his Company. When would he learn that traditional fighting was not going to work against the Sachans. The Sachans had destroyed half the planet. The Neve would be next. The Sachans were not as polite as two warring Neve tribes might be. They did not observe the rules, they took no prisoners. Ladax would have to change, to meet the new threat. Traditional methods were not working. "Jabur?" "What?" he roared, then softened when he saw the hurt look on Bandy's face. "What?" he asked again, softly. Bandy had looked so young and sweet, while bathing a few days before. Now she looked hardened and weary. "Make love to me," she begged. "I have a feeling... this may be my last day," she said quietly. Jabur wanted to argue, to object to her fatalistic attitude, but he knew she may be right. It was just a matter of time. "Gladly," he nodded, looking into her blood spattered face. He shouldered his bow and walked closer to her. His arm went around her waist, pulling her against him. "War is no place for women," Jabur said sadly. "Nor men," Bandy agreed. Jabur relaxed on the furs as Bandy took the canvas bucket to the water wagon and filled it. He checked his body for cuts, but found only the blood of others, and a few bruises. Sachans had an annoying habit of hitting you with a sword hilt, before standing back and plunging a sword through your body. He had learned to take the hit and kill quickly with his dagger, before they could step back. It was a wonderful strategy, but very painful. Bandy appeared with the water. She tied the tent flap closed and began immediately taking off her clothing until she stood naked before him. His eyes went from her blood- spattered face, to her clean, perfectly-shaped small conned breasts. She was tiny. Jabur knew he could reach around her waist, or either thigh, with his two hands. She looked more like a little sprite, rather than a fierce Taker with many kills behind her. "If the Sachans had known what you look like naked, they may have gladly given up their lives," Jabur said with a smile. "Maybe I should try that next time. No, I might attract more Takers than I can fend off alone." "True," he said as he watched her wash her magnificent body. She had the smallest tuft of light brown hair above her pussy. It was dainty and beautiful. Her pussy lips were small and fragile. Jabur suddenly wondered if she had ever made love to a man. "Are you a virgin?" he asked quietly. "Yes, but I'm not dying as one." She turned and bent over the bucket of water, washing her pussy as she straddled it. For the first time his eyes began picking out the scars on her body. He counted three slashes and two stab wounds on her back alone. Most were small, almost trivial. Then his eyes went to her small, dimpled ass, and all her scars were forgotten. He felt his cock aching to plunge up inside that perfect little ass. It was time to clean up. "Save the water for me." "It's dirty," she said with a look of disgust. "I'm too tired to get more," he said, stripping off his clothing. "You are our leader, let other's do it," she said, going to the doorway. She pulled the flap aside and tossed out the dirty water. "Willa, more water," she commanded, holding out the bucket. Willa took the bucket without a word and walked off. "You are more of a leader than I am," he said sullenly. "No, I speak for the leader. I must, you refuse to speak for yourself." "Agreed," he nodded. He stood, finally naked. As he waited for the water, many thoughts raced through Jabur's head. He suddenly realized that he had not been much of a leader. He simply led them forward to die. He must change. But first, an amazingly beautiful young woman awaited him. "Let me wash you," she whispered as she retrieved the bucket of water. "Lay down," she commanded, pushing him back. With an odd smile he stumbled back and laid on the pillow. "The last time I saw you bathe, it was in the river with Nessay. She made love to you. I was so mad when you went off into the bushes to finish." Bandy paused, holding the rag just above his crotch. "I didn't want an audience, it was personal," she whispered as she rinsed the rag and started his face and neck. He felt his cock hardening at the memory of that river incident. "I wish she was here now," Jabur said quietly. "I'd love to watch." "I wish she was too," Bandy said in a tiny voice. "We've been lovers since I was 17." As she started on Jabur's legs, he sat up to watch. She was so beautiful, so dainty. He grimaced as he saw the water. She followed his glance and nodded. "Blood," she said quietly. "I've seen enough blood to last a lifetime." "And I," he agreed. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her over on top of him. Even before he could move, her mouth sought out his. They kissed passionately, withering on the furs. His hands went to her small, firm ass. Her hands were everywhere on his body, seeking, massaging, stimulating until he felt feverish. With shaking hands he rolled her over so she rested on her back on the furs. He cupped one breast in his hand, while he stimulated the nipple of the other. She was very responsive. She withered beneath his hands, gasping for breath as she looked up at him with an adoring gaze. He leaned down and captured her right nipple in his lips. He sucked and strummed the nipple, enjoying her violent response. She held his head in place and massaged his hair, as he sucked like a babe feasting on it's mother's milk. "Oh yes," she gasped. Jabur slid his spare hand down to touch her crotch. He first ran his hands through the pelt of hair above her pussy, then slid it down until it cupped her warm, sweetly scented lips. "Oh, oh, eeee," she squealed, lifting her mound to meet his hand. He soon found himself holding his hand in place, while she lifted and humped his hand with her small, delicate petals. In a moment the smell of sex was strong in the tent. He knew she was ready. "Roll over," he whispered. She knew what he wanted. She immediately rolled over and rose to her knees. He first kissed each firm ass cheek, then he cupped her breasts in his hands while leaning forward and inserting the tip of his cock between her warm pussy lips. She pushed backward, impaling herself violently on his rigid member. He again found himself remaining still while she rode back against him, violently pummeling his hips with her tight little ass. A warrior, regardless of sex, could not afford the luxury of fat. And the few who had it, lost it in a prolonged battle as the river battles had been. The longest battle they fought was the first battle, which lasted for over ten hours. That was a lot of exercise. Their level of fitness certainly enhanced the quality of their sexual lives, if the myriad of cuts and bruises did not interfere. "Oh yes!" Bandy screamed as she pummeled Jabur with her hard little ass. He was sliding smoothly in and out of her sticky little hole. The sound of wet pussy lips grasping his hard cock was very erotic. The sight of one of the most beautiful women in the village, down on her hands and knees before him, was even more erotic. Jabur knew this first time would not last long. The feeling of her firm little cones in his hands was wonderful. They were so hard and hot. He tried to stimulate her nipples with his thumbs, but it was not easy as she bounced forward and back. The way the bed swayed helped maintain their tempo. The bed was constructed of sticks and rawhide, covered with furs. The looseness of the rawhide straps allowed the bed to sway easily beneath their weight. "Yes, fuck me," Bandy howled. Jabur heard some comments, and a little laughter, coming from outside the tent walls. But it was natural. In a community of tents, the sounds of sex routinely filtered into to other tents. The sound alone was usually enough to stimulate other couples into further sexual acts. Bandy suddenly stopped, frozen into place. Jabur felt his hackles rise. He looked around for a sign of danger, then listened carefully, but heard nothing. "What's the matter?" he finally asked. "No... nothing, nothing at all," Bandy said in a strained voice. She again began sliding forward and back, but this time she did so at a more sedate pace. She occasionally slid back against him and wiggled a little to get more penetration, before she slid off him again. Her moans were lower, more controlled. Her tempo was more sedate. "Are you all right?" he asked again in concern. "Wonderful," she gasped, allowing her head to hang down. She rocked gently against him. He began ramming his cock savagely into her pussy, as he felt his balls beginning to burn. He knew his time was near. It was only seconds now before... "Oh yes," he hissed. He redoubled his attack on her sweet little pussy. Mashing her ass cheeks in his hands, he pounded away until the orgasm struck like a dam bursting. "Ahhheee," he howled, vibrating against her tiny ass, with his cock pressed hard against her ass cheeks for better penetration. It felt wonderful, heavenly. The moist heat of her pussy was fantastic. She waited patiently as he emptied he contents of his balls into her moist flesh. She looked back and smiled, waiting for him to wilt behind her. Finally he stopped jerking and pulled out reluctantly. He looked at her with shame. "I'm sorry," he said. "For what? I will simply have to wait," she said with a smile. "Or???" "Or?" he asked. "Have you ever seen two women make love?" she asked with a smile. "Only you and Nessay." "Nessay? Oh yes, her," Bandy said as if she just remembered her life long friend and lover. Jabur frowned. He sat up, looking down at Bandy as she spread out on the bed. "Women lovers have a problem. It occurs every month, if you get my meaning." "Sure," Jabur nodded. "Well that can be very inconvenient. Two women spend half their lives waiting for the period to end. One week for one woman, and one week for the other, unless they are lucky enough to have them at the same times." "Yes, yes, I know this," Jabur said impatiently. "You do? Oh well, I am just leading up to a request. You see there are ways of having sex, even though the period is upon them. If you will allow me?" she said, climbing back to her hands and knees. She turned Jabur over on his left side. He looked at her quizzically, while she straddled his body and rested her tiny pussy on his right hip. Then, as he rested, she rode gently forward and back on his hip. "That feel kind of nice," Jabur agreed. He felt her wetness on his hip. It was hot and pleasing. "It's wonderful," Bandy moaned with her eyes closed. She rode that way for several minutes before she began to increase her pace. Her breathing came rapidly, her efforts more urgent. It took only a moment for Bandy to grab his rib cage and ride herself to her own violent orgasm. She cried out in a restrained voice, moaning and biting her lips, until her orgasm faltered and ended. "Oh, Jabur, that was wonderful," she sighed, leaning forward and kissing him soundly. "It's the best sex I've had in a hundred years," she gave him a sly smile. "Right," he said sarcastically. Bandy's face went through several changes, then she fell to the furs in complete exhaustion. "Are you alright?" he leaped forward to sit her up. "THAT BITCH, THAT EVIL OLD BITCH!" Bandy screamed. "What are you talking about?" he asked, concerned over her sanity. "That old witch shared my body with me while we made love," Bandy said in outrage. "I'll yank every hair out of that old cow's head," she screamed, jumping to her feet. She stormed out of the tent starting an uproar. She jumped back into the tent and picked up her clothing. With a sheepish expression she began dressing. "That sneaky old witch," Jabur said with a new respect for her powers. "Maybe I should talk to her as well. That gives me an idea." "GENERAL, GENERAL!" Willa said, running into the tent. "What is it, Willa?" Willa looked from Bandy, who was still dressing, to Jabur. "Spies have infiltrated the camp. The water is poisoned," she said, looking at the bloody bucket. "Don't worry, we didn't drink any," Jabur said shyly. "Empty the wagon and have somebody get more. Send them upstream, I don't want blood in it." "I... I already have," she said, looking down at Jabur's nakedness. She smiled sheepishly and left. But she left the distinct impression that she would like to be next in line. Jabur would remember that. Willa was a strong, and not overly beautiful, woman, but she was very sexy. "I need food," Jabur said as he dressed. He left the tent, only to find that the cooked food had been poisoned by the water. It had all been dumped. "Blast this," Jabur suddenly yelled. "What?" Willa said from the rock where she had begun sharpening her sword. "I said blast this. And blast Ladax while you're at it. He couldn't lead a sing-along." "He is the general of the armies," she pointed out as she continued sharpening her sword. "Why?" "Huh? "Why? Why is he the general of the armies? Who appointed him to that position?" "His father, and his father before him. The position has been passed down since the dark times." "What if I don't recognize that authority? What if I promote myself to general of my own army?" "You can't do that?" she snorted. "I can and I will," Jabur said, tossing down the branch he was holding. "Get the army ready for action, we are succeeding from the Neve battalion as of now. I'm going to see Rush," he said, stalking off toward the high mound in the center of the battalion. Jabur was coated with mud from his knees down, as he climbed the hill where the Neve command resided. Jabur saw Rush looking off toward the Sachan army. She suddenly turned and looked at Jabur. Ladax also turned. His face clouded with anger. Her's turned red in embarassment. "Get back to your place," Ladax said with a haughty look. "Go to hell, moron. I'm here to see Mother Rush." "Get out!" Ladax screamed, grabbing the hilt of his knife. "Pull that knife and I'll kill you," Jabur said between clenched teeth. "Somebody should have done that long ago, it would have saved thousands of Neve lives. Rush, I'm here to discuss that plan, which our moronic General decided to scrap. Can you get me Shinys?" "Oh course," she nodded. "No!" Ladax yelled. "I've had about enough of you," Jabur said, half pulling his sword. "Go to sleep," Rush said, waving her hand at the back of Ladax's head. He slumped to the ground. They ignored him, allowing him to lay in the mud. "He serves his purpose," Mother Rush shrugged apologetically. "The Shinys?" "On their way," she pointed to several dozen riderless Shinys. "Oh, I'll need more bowmen," he gasped slipping and sliding as he ran down the hill. "Thanks," he called, waving over his shoulder. "You are welcome," she whispered. The sound of her voice reverberated in his head. "And you didn't disappoint me," she whispered only to herself. Sixty-seven golden Shinys filled the skies over the Neve lines with bowmen and women sitting astride their backs. At the suggestion of one female warrior, each carried a full quiver of arrows, and a leather pouch filled with fist-sized rocks. The rocks had been her idea. An arrow can be deflected by a metal shield, a rock would flatten the shield and the warrior beneath it. The leader of the Sachans showed his fearlessness by hiding at the rear of his lines in a bright glowing red tent. He was daring spies to infiltrate his lines and destroy him, knowing full well that it was impossible, and also knowing that they would try. He had not planned on an aerial assault. The Sachans did not live in Mother Trees, so they had no Shinys. The aerial attack was a complete surprise, and brought about utter chaos, especially when the Shinys hovered over the bright red tent. Jabur smiled through clenched teeth as he saw the people milling below, suddenly intent on protecting their leader. Jabur raised his right arm, then lowered it with a jerk in the motion for attack. Sixty-six screaming arrows rocketed toward the red tent and the milling masses around it. Dozens feel. Even at their great height, they could hear the screams of pain and horror. The glint of hastily raised shields nearly blinded them. "Rocks," Jabur screamed. He shouldered his own bow and dug three large rocks from his bag. He raised his arm high and dropped it, releasing his rock. He nearly lost his seating as he tried to follow the trajectory of the rock by leaning over the side. With an embarrassed start, he grabbed the saddle and dropped the other two rocks by accident. More screams of horror and pain filtered up to them. Suddenly the entire encampment began to run. They ran without food, shelter, or weapons. They simply ran in complete horror, not knowing where they ran too, or how they would survive. A wave of movement on the Neve side of the river signaled the attack of the ground forces. The camp was mainly empty, but the Neve warriors took the opportunity to burn and pillage the Sachan encampment. After one more hour, the Sachans were scattered, weaponless, and destitute. Sachan hunting parties began spontaneously in the nearby Neve Mother Trees. Hundreds of Sachans were hunted down and slaughtered, the females placed in bonds. The Sachan empire was broken. After centuries of war, fear, and loss, the Sachans were no longer a threat. Jabur led his Shiny down to the mound where Mother Rush and General Ladax stood watching. Smoke poured in black columns from the Sachan encampment on the far side of the river, rising high up into the sky and partially blocking the sun. "You are missing out on all the treasure," Ladax snarled. "My own troops will look out for my best interests," Jabur smiled. "I expect a female slave or two out of this engagement," he added as he approached Rush and squeezed her arm. "It looks like the people have a new General," Rush smiled, looking from Jabur to Ladax. "Hardly," Ladax growled. "A General can be elected or reelected after a great winning battle," Rush reminded him. "Shall we hold the election now, or will you step down?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes. Ladax cursed under his breath and stalked off. "The Sachans are beaten, there is no longer a need for a General," Jabur said, although he stood a little taller. "Oh, but there is. One benefit of being a witch, is the ability to see the future. There will be a need, General Jabur." "We will see," Jabur said in a patronizing manner. "Yes we will," she said smugly, "and one of those female slaves is mine," she added, with a sly sideward glance. -the end-