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.
"Pardon?"
"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-

Mutiny

I walked with pride and assurance through United Space Station, Saturn Base One. My high heels clicked on the plastic- coated steel deck, echoing through the passageways, drawing attention to my long, shapely legs and short uniform skirt. It was a day I will never forget, the absolute best day of my long career. I was a tall, sexy, blonde and one of the newest Lieutenants in the fleet. I was so hot I glowed. All heads turned as I passed, male heads in desire, female heads in envy. As I started to board the CSF Pueblo the sun was coming around Saturn. I stepped out on the catwalk and the sun suddenly struck the space station and lit every porthole from one end to the other in the long, narrow tunnel. It glowed with awesome intensity, lighting my path with dozens of golden beams of light. I considered this a good omen, both for my new assignment and my new career. I had recently been promoted to Lieutenant and transferred to another branch of the service. After sixteen weeks of training, here I stood, hopeful, fresh, and as naive as a Nebraskan farm girl. I paused at the airlock, saluted aft, then saluted the empty airlock. "Navigator, CSF Pueblo, arriving," the automated greeter announced. I looked around expectantly, then frowned and stepped into the ship. Somebody must have known I was coming, the ship was certainly notified or the automatic greeter would not have recognized me. The greeter repeated the message as I stood on the Quarterdeck, waiting. "Somebody shut that damned thing off!" I heard a drunken voice shout from somewhere in the ship. I was, of course, apprehensive. This was not the greeting I had expected. After all, I was considered a very sexy lady by most of the young officers in the ward room. Being ignored was not one of my strong suits. "He... hello?" I called to the ship at large. I listened, but heard only the hum of machinery. "Well fuck you too," I growled and slung my bag firmly over my shoulder. I went down the main passageway looking for signs on the doors. The Captain's was the first and the biggest, of course, followed by several unmarked cabins. I went to the end cabin, knocked, then entered when nobody answered. It was empty. The first thing I did was to scrawl "navigator" on a piece of tape and slap it on my door, then I proceeded to unpack and shower. Before dropping off to sleep I changed the combination on the cabin safe and put my most valuable items inside. I inspected the safe for tampering, as I had been taught in my recent training, then closed the safe and spun the dial. When I awoke, we were underway. I shot out of bed, put on a new uniform and ran for the bridge with my orders under my arm. I was shocked at what I found. In the first place, on a ship this size there should have been a crew of 17 to 24 people on board. What I found on the bridge was one dirty, unkempt old man, and a nervous, possibly insane girl who looked far older than she should have. As I entered the nearly empty bridge, they both turned. The old man glared, the girl looked frightened. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing on my ship?" the old man shouted. I had my hand half way up for a salute, but I dropped it in disgust. "I'm the new Navigator, are you the Captain?" "Damned right I am, and I do my own navigating." "Not any more," I said absently as I stared at the very strange girl. Neither of them were in uniform. She looked dirty and greasy, as if she were trying to make herself less attractive. In my opinion she wasn't all that great in the first place. "Why are you getting underway without a crew?" I demanded. "Shut up and sit down," he turned and roared. "Lieutenant Emily Henson, CSF, reporting as ordered," I gave my very best salute. I would not let one dirty old man, pretending to be a starship captain, intimidate me. "Get her the hell off my bridge, Zeller, before I space her." The girl shot to her feet and dragged me off the bridge. She looked behind her to make sure the captain wasn't looking, then bent close. "What are you doing here?" she practically screamed. "What do you mean, what am I doing here? And who are you, by the way?" "Petty Officer First Class Linda Zeller, supply and provisions officer," she whispered harshly. Didn't anybody get my messages?" "What messages?" "The... the messages I've been sending all over Spacecom," she whispered vehemently. "Didn't anybody get at least one?" "I couldn't tell you, Zeller. Now what's this all about?" "The captain's insane and the engineer is a sadistic pig, that's what it's about. I told Spacecom not to send a woman here. You'll be raped and probably tortured," she whispered, painfully crushing my arm in her grip. "It get's worse every time we go out. He'll kill us all this time, I know he will." "I doubt that." "Have you looked around? Everybody else has transferred off. They won't let me go and won't let me talk to anybody on the outside. They say I'm needed to perpetuate the species," she said with a snarl. "So I've been slipping my official reports into everything that leaves this ship." "Zeller, is this your idea of a sick joke? Things like this just don't happen in the Combined Space Fleet." "They do, sister, believe me," she said with an insane laugh. "Well one good thing will come of this. As long as your around," she stepped back and looked me over from head to toe, "they'll leave me alone. You're fresh meat honey," she said disdainfully. "I think you're forgetting yourself, Zeller." "Hey, fuck you," she said and turned away, going back to her seat on the bridge. At a loss, I turned and made my way back to the cabin. As the door slid open I noticed immediately that somebody had gone through my stuff. Since there were only four of us on board, it was easy to figure out who it was. I checked the safe first, and found everything intact. I slid a "saturday night companion" into my breast pocket, then smoothed down the pocket so it wouldn't show. Feeling a little more secure, I turned and looked at my room. He had been going through my underwear. I was sure there were some missing. I put everything back in it's place then went over to the wall console and pressed the "communicate" button. "Ship, this is Navigator Henson. My special ID is XPAPXSF-S6. I want this communication to be personal and secret. Do you recognize my identification?" "Noted and recognized," the ship reported in an unemotional voice. "Good. Report who was in my room during my absence and record it for future reference." "Chief Engineer Commander Ronald Crafton Jr. entered your room at 0801 hours. He inventoried the contents of your locker, then departed at 0812." "Thank you. I am now going to confront the chief engineer about his pilfering. I want the entire encounter recorded." "Noted." I spun out of my room and turned, going aft. Engineering was easy to find, it was the last door at the end of the passageway. I slammed the door open, surprising the chief engineer at his desk. He quickly slid something into a drawer and slammed the drawer shut. He gave me a sleazy smile and I knew I was in trouble. There was an insane, possessive look in his eyes that frightened and revolted me. "You go in my cabin again, and I'll cut your balls off mister," I said without preamble. There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes, then the greedy look returned. "There must be some mistake," he said calmly. "No mistake, except the one you made. Don't do it again." I turned away and saw a flicker of movement beside me. I spun around and found Crafton at a non- regulation control panel. He looked up in surprise. "Routine maintenance," he said with a slick smile. I studied the panel critically for a moment, then spun and left Engineering. I had gone thirty feet down the darkened passageway before I felt a tingle against my skin and I was suddenly jerked off my feet by a restraining field. I crashed painfully into the left wall, with my feet dangling six inches above the deck. I couldn't move. The field had caught me around the chest and waist. If it had been six inches higher, I would have smothered to death. I was frozen in the field, looking straight ahead and slightly up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the emergency hatch closing off the front of the ship. It closed with a loud clang. There was no way for the Captain and Zeller to help me now, even if they wanted too. With the restraining field tight against my chin, I couldn't yell for help anyway. "Well, Miss sugar britches, what do you have to say now?" the Engineer's voice came from my left. When he wandered into my view he was holding a pair of my favorite panties up against his nose as he calmly surveyed my helpless body. With my feet free I kicked at him. My shoe went flying past his face. He didn't even blink. "Oh, in a hurry to get started, are you?" he asked as he glanced down at my bare legs. "Calm down, sweet thing, this is a one year voyage. We have all the time in the world," he said with a dirty smile. "I've never had a blonde before, I've always wondered if they taste like vanilla or butterscotch. Any thoughts on that matter? No?" I glared at him, unable to speak. He stepped forward and put a hand on my leg. I felt him slowly sliding my skirt up to my crotch. "Hum, looks delicious, I'd put my money on butterscotch," he said. I wished desperately to be able to get my hand on the miniature laser in my breast pocket, but my arms were pinned to the wall. I couldn't even talk, otherwise I would order the ship to give assistance. I knew this was well- planned. He'd obviously done this before, if he had a projector hidden inside the wall ahead of time. "That is one sexy little skirt you're wearing," he said as he stood so I could see him again. I glared at his bald, sweaty head and hawk nose. I wanted to get back at him so badly, but I was absolutely helpless. I was free from the waist down, but there was little I could do, other than possibly getting my legs around his neck and strangling him to death. As I considered this possibility he suddenly grabbed my skirt and ripped it down off my feet. My heart jumped into my throat as I felt the cool air against my legs and thighs. I could practically feel his dirty eyes devouring my body. His hands grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them down with a jerk. I kicked, but missed him again. When my panties were off he roughly grabbed my right leg and pulled it aside. I felt wires being wrapped around it. I struggled, but his grip was like iron on my leg. In a moment my leg was restrained. He made several grabs for my other, wildly flailing leg and finally held it in both hands. He pried it aside and I could feel him twisting wires around that ankle. Now I was helpless. When I tried to struggle, the wires dug deeply into my legs. I couldn't even cry. I suddenly felt a full lipped kiss on the soft skin of my pussy. My insides tightened in revulsion. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," he said, wagging a finger in my face. I wanted to tell him all the horrible things I would do to him when... if I got lose. But I could only glare my hatred at him. He didn't care. I thought I'd been there for hours, but it was probably only a few minutes. I heard a clink of metal as footsteps approached from the rear of the ship. In a moment he was back, leering and holding up a rope and pulley for me to see. "This will feel better on those delicate legs of yours, won't it?" he asked, as if waiting for an answer. He was out of my view for several minutes, then I felt him tying the rope around my ankle. Mercifully, he took the horrible wires off my leg. I felt the circulation starting to return to my foot with agonizing tingles of renewed life. The sound of a squeaky pulley led to my leg being pulled up and out. In a moment I was pinned with my legs spread wide open. It took him only a few more minutes to rig the same for my other leg. "There, that's much more efficient, right?" he seemed proud of his work. There was a loud knock on the emergency hatch. A look of irritation crossed his face as he went to the hatch and palmed the switch just enough to see out. "What do you want?" he asked in a gruff voice. "I wanted to see you do her," I almost died with relief when I heard Zeller's voice. She wouldn't let this evil man get away with this. Not after she'd been through it herself. "I don't want an audience, I want privacy," he shouted and started to close the door. "What if I do her while you watch?" Zeller said enticingly. "You?" "Sure." "You'd eat her and let me watch?" "For hours, if you want." "This ain't no trick, is it?" "Absolutely not. She treated me like shit and I want to humiliate her. Have you got her up on the wall?" Zeller's face suddenly peeked through the hatch. I glared at her, but Zeller only winked. "Get your split tail in here," Crafton said, opening the door. Zeller skipped inside and approached me. She started to whisper something when my eyes went to Crafton, who was coming up behind her. "She looks good," Zeller said with her hands clasped behind her back. "How long's she been up there?" "About half an hour. Well, get at it girl." "Ok," Zeller said with a quick smile. She approached me and disappeared as she knelt out of sight. I struggled to pull my legs free, but the ropes cut deeply into my ankles, so I stopped. "Oh, man. She looks so sweet," Zeller said enthusiastically. "She is, taste her," Crafton said greedily. I felt Zeller's hands on my inner thighs. In wide-eyed horror I felt her breath against the sensitive skin of my pussy, then she made full contact with her warm lips. She pressed them firmly up against my pussy and kissed, then her tongue dipped lightly between my soft, wet folds and flickered here and there for a moment teasing my pussy unmercifully. She was creating a fire in my belly. My inside churned in response to her gentle kiss. I had never been eaten by a woman before, but I certainly wanted to be finished by Zeller before they let me down. I could feel the juices dripping from my pussy, down to the crack of my ass. I was so hot. Her tongue slither back and forth, as it worked it's way from the top of my mound, to the deep wet hole at the bottom. The tongue snaked in and out rapidly, then licked it's way around my outer lips. Zeller pressed her puckered lips against my vulva and sucked, relieving me of some of my abundant juices. Suddenly, she pulled away. "She is so delicious," Zeller said with a gusty sigh. "See. I told you," Crafton said as if he'd invented my pussy himself. "Can you change the ropes so they go around her knees? I want to lift them so I can get at here ass." "Me and you both, girl. Just a minute." The ropes were moved up to my knees. At first I thought I would be split apart, until my knees suddenly sagged and my legs flew up in the air. If I wasn't embarrassed enough before, laying pinned against the wall with my ass hanging out certainly made it worse. I felt like dying. "Oh yes," Zeller said enthusiastically. I felt one firm hand on each of my ass cheeks, and her tongue touched my asshole. The fire in my loins was suddenly joined by one in my stomach as her tongue probed my ass, looking for a way in." "Oh, this is too wonderful," Crafton said, rubbing himself. "Hike up your skirt, young lady, I'm doing you in the ass while you eat hers." One hand left my ass as she quickly pulled her skirt up over her own back. Then it returned and she began probing my asshole in earnest. I could feel my asshole weakening under her persistent attack. Little by little it wiggled it's way up inside me. I felt so uncomfortable, and so turned on. When the tongue won it's way inside me, an unbelievable fire spread through my bowels. I was SO sensitive inside, I could feel everything it did to me. As disgusting as it was, I actually enjoyed having that girls tongue shoved up my ass. I could feel every bit of her face pressed against me down there. Her cheeks were mashed against my ass cheeks, her nose was pressing into me, just below my vulva. Half an inch higher and it would have fit nicely inside my pussy. Thinking of this I stretched my lower body until her nose slid inside. I rode it while her tongue still managed to ream me out. It brought some relief until she finally pulled her nose out so she could breath. To my immense pleasure, her full open mouth was applied over my stretched pussy. She nibbled at the fleshy folds on the outer edges of my pussy, then sucked my clit into her mouth. She gasped and pulled away as Crafton suddenly plunged his prick inside her ass. "Ow, shit, that hurts," Zeller complained as he began pumping and grunting behind her. "Not for long, sweetie. Eat that wet pussy until I fill your ass with cum. Then we'll make her eat it out." "Oh, you're sick," Zeller said and returned to eating me. I was boiling inside. I had never felt such a fire before in my life, which bothered me, considering the conditions I was being subjected too. I should have felt nothing at all. Zeller's mouth opened wide, she pressed her thumbs into the folds of my pussy and spread them far apart, then she pressed her open mouth inside my pussy and began to suck hard, while her tongue lashed my clit. It took seconds for me to build to an orgasm and explode in her mouth. It was so fantastic, at first, but Zeller didn't stop. She was so engrossed in eating my pussy, and getting fucked in the ass, that she didn't realize I was coming. As my clit turned super- sensitive, each continued lashing brought me insane pain. It felt like a fire was burning my crotch, and my brain. I wanted to scream and push her face away, but I could only hang there with my eyes bugging out as she withered my insides with a torturous, consuming fire. I felt like I might pass out, but eventually my clit became desensitized enough to endure her attack. "Oh shit," Crafton finally said. I could hear him grunting and slapping her bare ass with his thighs, panting louder and louder until he gave a little scream and slammed Zeller forward against me. Zeller stopped eating and laid her cheek against my pussy as Crafton raged and pounded her ass, then wilted across her back. "Eat me!" Zeller suddenly commanded. "No way, slut," he waved her away, totally satisfied. I could have told her that a man never eats pussy after he's come. Once the adrenalin stops flowing, they lose all sexual urges. "Then change her so she can eat me!" Zeller said, shaking Crafton as he relaxed on the deck. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind watching that," Crafton said with relish. "I can drop the field, the ropes will hold her." "Hurry, damit, I'm dying here," Zeller said and pushed him toward engineering. I heard the slap of bare feet receding in the distance. Zeller suddenly appeared before me. "I came to help, Lieutenant" she whispered harshly. "When the field drops I'll untie one leg, you do the other," she said as she looked toward engineering. "When you're lose, hold the bastard, I'm going to kill him," she said in a growl. I couldn't have agreed with her more, but even a pervert like Crafton deserved a trial. With all the video footage the ship had made of the incident, Crafton would undoubtedly get the death penalty. But what about Zeller? She was on that footage too. I couldn't do that to her, if she had really gone through all this to help me. The field suddenly dropped and I felt myself falling. Zeller grabbed me and lowered me down so I could hold myself off the deck with my hands. She hurried over to my right leg and began untying it. I was almost helpless until she finished. Here I was with each leg tied, my ass plastered against the cold bulkhead, trying not to smash my face against the deck. I could imagine how this would look on video. "Thanks, Zeller," I said with a heartfelt sigh. "I can't untie his damned knot," she said in desperation. I felt panic rising in my throat. I watched Zeller trying to undo the knot, but it had been pulled too tight in my struggle to get free. I suddenly remembered the laser, just as the bare footsteps returned. "Hey, what the fuck?" Crafton yelled and pounded down the passageway. I held myself up with one hand while I fished around in my breast pocket for the miniature laser. I found it just as his feet appeared in front of my face. His hands grabbed at my arm, so I clenched my fist and drove it up into his balls. He gasped, doubled over and fell in front of me. He was still grasping for the laser in my hand when it burned half his face away. The Captain was taken away wearing dress shoes, white knee-high socks, and boxer shorts. They found him on the bridge that way when S6, military security, my new department, entered to arrest him. Commander McCarrey agreed to privately view the video to clear Zeller and me of mutiny and murder charges. When he came out he nodded, meaning the tape had been erased. He had an unbelievable hard-on and never looked at me in quite the same way again. And Zeller, my savior? Well I couldn't let her go unrewarded, especially after the turned-on state she had been left in. When I ordered the ship to return to Saturn, I also ordered Zeller to shower and dress nicely. Then I repaid her for the rest of the trip. I still repay her occasionally, whenever we both get into port. Zeller's notes had been received, so many of them that somebody finally took notice. They assigned me to investigate and make arrests. It was my first and most memorable assignment and my very first mutiny. But I have a suspicion that Commander McCarrey kept a copy of that tape, because he still get's a hard-on whenever he looks at me. -the end-

Tentacles

A huge orange sun glowed in the iron gray sky above a small, jungle-shrouded planet. Three planets shadowed the weak light of the dying sun, spreading around it like stepping stones, or the spread of a winning hand in a poker game. A gentle breeze ruffled the umbrella-like canopy in the top of a 600 foot tall tree. It was the only movement in the alien landscape. No birds, no animals, no insects intruded on the botanical beauty of the landscape. All was quiet until... Two space suit enclosed figures pushed through the underbrush and paused in the clearing. They stopped and looked around, while viewing their surrounding through the all-seeing eyes of their instruments. Their orange suits added sparkling color to an otherwise drab environment. The suits were marked with tags named Emily and Carson. "It looks like a typical M class to me," a young female voice said. She turned so the reflection cleared from her face plate, and a beautiful young face, framed in blonde hair appeared in the plastic window. "The big difference is the lack of chlorophyll. Still, I think the quarantine can be lifted, if we exercise a little caution," Emily said authoritatively. "You're right about the chlorophyll," a young man said as he surveyed the foliage around them. "I wonder how they convert light into energy." "Maybe they don't. Maybe it's an oceanic type of environment. Possibly microscopic life draws energy from the sun, and these plants draw energy from that life." "Far-fetched," Carson laughed. "Yeah? Well explain why the sap in these plants looks like blood. Also explain the complete lack of insect and animal life. Every planet we've ever visited has had animal life of one sort or another. The water here is full of life. So why didn't it migrate to the land?" "Because... because... because it did, but something on land ate it?" Carson said anxiously. "Exactly. Let's get back to the ship before it eats us. We can continue our investigation from the safety of the ship." "All right, but I can't blame anything for wishing to eat you," he laughed. "I've considered it myself, from time to time." "Luckily you didn't pursue that thought and you're still alive. Our expedition needed a micro-biologist." Carson humped and looked at his instruments. "That way," he said as they reached a familiar tree the size of the Seattle Space Needle. "How can such a hot little bitch, be so damned cold?" he giggled. "I'm not cold, just choosey." "Ouch, that hurts." "Good, keep your dick in your pants." "Speaking of that, I need to take a piss. Do you think I could break quarantine long enough to drain the lizard?" "Drain the lizard!" Emily said in disdain. "That's so fucking colonial." "That's me, Carson the colonial clown. So what do you think?" "I have to pee too. Sure, let's chance it. The ship is a long way off, and I don't want to smell urine for the next two hours." "Agreed," Carson said, turning away and unsealing his suit. It took him several minutes to unseal the bottom portion of his suit and drop it around his ankles. He sighed in relief as urine shot from the end of his cock. He was suddenly distracted by a squirting sound behind him. He turned to see a perfect, golden ass spraying urine into the sand between her legs. "Shit, couldn't you do that out of sight?" Carson groaned. "That's the hottest ass I've seen in months." "Regulations," she reminded him, "we don't lose sight of each other under any circumstances." "My God you are beautiful," he said, totally enthralled by her golden ass, gleaming in the dim sunlight. "A random assembly of commonly similar human appendages. Now turn away, I have to eliminate." "Can't you say "take a shit," like everyone else?" "Shut up and turn around." "Yessa massa, I's turnin," he said, shuffling in the sand as he turned. "You are such an asshole," she groaned. "Yeah, I know. While you're doing it, I might as well... TAKE A SHIT TOO!" he said, shouting the words. Each did their business. Neither noticed the fact that long tentacles of what appeared to be tree roots, crept closer in the sparse grass. As was customary with the creeping plants, they first sought the heat which had attracted them, then they coiled around whatever appendage they found touching the ground. In this case it was Emily's naked legs and stocking covered feet. The bottom of her suit lay several feet away. She barely felt the first touch of the tree roots, and even when she did she attributed the touch to her movements, not that of the roots. In a moment it was too late, they had encircled her ankles. She looked down in surprise. "I seem to be caught," she laughed, looking back at Carson. "Huh?" he turned in alarm. "By what?" "Tree roots," she chuckled. "You are slow." "Actually, I am very stuck, and they are not all that slow. In fact, they are very fast and stealthy. Shit, Carson, get this fucker off me!" she said in an ever-increasing shout. She found both feet solidly entangled by strong roots. Carson tried to turn, and found one of his own feet snagged by roots. "What the fuck?" he laughed nervously. "Carson, this isn't a joke. One of those damned limbs is trying to get inside my pussy." "Who the fuck wouldn't?" he joked, pulling on his own root-enshrouded foot. "This is damned embarrassing," he said, getting more frantic. "Did you bring a weapon, or a molecular cutter?" she asked. Normally she was vocally against carrying such instruments of destruction, but at the moment she leaned more toward self-preservation. "No, damit, nobody carries weapons around you, you hypocritical bitch. Now I wish that I had. My desire to please you, the original silver plated "we don't need to carry weapons in a peaceful expedition" bitch, may kill us both." Emily watched as the root began to bend, then sat up like a snake about to strike. And like the snake, it suddenly did strike. She felt the softened, slimy end shoot up her pussy. The force of the strike knocked her down. With a woof of expelled air, she looked up at the pale gray sky above her. The next thing she felt was a second tentacle snaking up her ass. The tentacle up her ass began to pump out shit. It was not exactly uncomfortable, just different. She suddenly found that she was paralyzed. She could still feel the lower half of her body, but she could not move it. She could feel the tentacle inside her pussy enlarging to fill every crack and void. As it finished it began to pulse. This was not unpleasant at all, in fact it was extremely pleasant. It seemed to gently rock inside her. She felt her pussy and ass heating up. She unconsciously pushed her ass toward the roots, meeting their thrusts with thrusts of her own. Roots or not, they felt good. In fact they were very good lovers. She believed part of the wonderful feeling could be attributed to chemicals in the root itself. It seemed to be well-adapted to large animal life. They knew just where to probe and feed, and now to stimulate an orgasm as well. She felt her orgasm beginning to heat up. As her pussy secreted more juices, and generated more heat, she felt the tentacle growing more excited. It generated great heat, and excitement inside her pussy. In no time at all she felt her first orgasm explode. Her entire lower body was on fire now. The tentacles seemed to be generating some type of aphrodisiac. She was more excited than ever before in her life. She was suddenly frightened as the second methodical pumping attack began on her loins. "Carson, this thing is fucking me to death and I can't move. Get me out of here." "I'm trying," he said, panting from behind her. "I have a small knife." "Then use it, you moron." "Try calling the base camp," he panted as he sawed on a root. He sawed through the tough roots one bundle at a time, until it jerked back and withered, shooting blood from the severed ends. He half expected to hear a scream, but there was only silence around them. "Did you call yet?" he panted. "No, damit." "Why not?" "Because I am not going to call in people to see me like this. I'd rather die." "See what?" Carson was stunned into amazement. He turned to find Emily, sexily naked from the waist down, being pumped by excited root-like tentacles. It was the sexist thing he'd ever seen. He forced the roots around his ankle to turn enough to face toward her. He squatted on the ground and watched. She was panting and pumping her pussy against the tentacle. It was obvious that she was enjoying it. Carson grabbed the waistband of his suit and began pulling it on, so the same couldn't happen to him. "Are... are you enjoying this?" she asked sarcastically as she turned to see him watching her pump her pussy against the tentacles. Feeling suddenly exhausted, she closed her eyes and leaned back, allowing the tentacles to do all the work. Somehow, they had learned the art of lovemaking to a high degree. Emily began to suspect that she now knew what had killed off the animal life. They had died as she would, fucking a greedy, lecherous parasitical plant that would milk her of all her bodily fluids, and leave her shriveled body to rot in the dirt. "Hell yes. You are one beautiful slut. Even you pussy hair glitters gold in the sunlight. I would give anything to eat that pussy of yours." "If you get me out of this, you can eat it to your heart's content!" she screamed as her third orgasm struck her weakening body. "It's a deal," he gasped, pulling on the roots around his foot. He suddenly remembered a pack of matches in his survival kit. He dug into the pocket on the side of his leg. It took only a moment to find the green box and paw it open. He lit his first match and touched it to the roots. The roots seemed to ignore it. He dropped the spent match, gathered up small sticks and grass, and built a pile beneath the bundle of tough roots. This time the fire flared up around the root, it withered, tightened briefly, then released his ankle. It disappeared so quickly into the nearby brush, that he could barely follow it's progress. Carson hurried over to Emily, and alternately watched the tentacles sucking her pussy dry, while he built the pile of grass beneath it. He couldn't help it, he just had to pause and watch. Emily had her eyes closed. She was thrusting mightily against the tentacles. Her pussy looked wet and delicious in the dim sunlight. He was tempted to bend down and insert a finger. Just a little taste wouldn't hurt. No, she had promised. He would help. He wanted more than a quick taste. He wanted to eat and fuck that golden little bitch until she couldn't stand on her own two feet. "Your promise?" he asked again. "Huh, what?" she asked. Her eyes flew open in surprise. She looked Carson up and down before she realized that he was free. "Yeah, sure. Just..." she panted, closing her eyes again. "Just what?" he asked, wondering how a thundering hardon would show up on the bio readouts back in the ship. "Just wait a few minutes, until it's finished," she begged, the first civil words she had said to him. "Sure," he said, first checking his surroundings, then squatting on the sparsely grassed sand. He was safe inside the suit. It was insulated so the plants couldn't find him. They stalked heat, not movement. "Oh God yes," Emily panted, opening her sex clouded eyes and staring at Carson as she pumped against the plant. "I feel so damned sexy," she gasped, closing her eyes again. She panted in time with each sexy thrust. Her leg muscles bulged with the strain. Her stomach was washboard firm and nicely tanned, beneath the edge of the upper half of her suit. Carson took his life in his hands by lifting the lower edge of her suit with a black gloved hand. Her wonderful breasts appeared, bobbing as she rocked against the loving roots. Her eyes flashed open. He could clearly see her leering smile through the faceplate. "Like it or not, you are going to fuck me to death once we reach the ship," she gasped. Her face twisted in passion. Carson moaned, feeling his cock trying to bust a hole through the front of his suit. "Oh fuck!" Emily moaned, intensifying her attack. The tentacle increased it's tempo to meet her thrusts. Carson wondered how it knew. Did it have eyes? He stood and turned, surveying he plants around him. They just looked like bushes to him. "Oh yes!" Emily screamed. She froze. Her face twisted in enjoyment. She licked her rich red lips, then bit her lower lip between her sparkling white teeth. She screamed just once, then fell exhausted on the ground. "Ok, get me loose," Emily said, looking up at him. He ducked down and lit the pile of grass. The tentacles immediately withdrew. By pushing the pile of burning grass beneath the roots holding her ankles, they too disappeared. Emily struggled, but could to get to her feet. Carson found her suit and dressed her like a small child. She held on to him as her lower body slowly began to regain it's strength. He finally helped her to her feet and they began limping toward the ship. "Don't tell anyone about this," she hissed in her suit radio. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I will remember it forever, of course." "That's fine. We can come back here later. Next time, bring a weapon." "What! You want to come back?" he asked in horror. "Damned right. That was the best fuck of my life." -the end-

The Holodeck

Mary Anne Eckhardt pressed her face against the shuttle's view port, in an attempt to see the approaching ship. It was huge, a long silver arrow lying dormant in space with many silver bugs swarming around it. "Wow, it's big," Mary said in awe. Her breath steamed up the view port and she lost her view of the ship. Rather than wiping it off, she sighed and turned to the crisp young ensign sitting next to her. He looked even more apprehensive than she was. "I... this is my first assignment," he said, swallowing nervously. Mary would have like to believe that her closeness was making him nervous, but she knew better. A first assignment was always scary. You never knew what to expect. "Keep your mouth shut and do what everybody else does and you'll be ok," she said patting him on the hand. He scowled down at her hand and she pulled away. "Hey, lighten up," she growled. "Sorry, I don't like to be touched," he said by way of apology. "You're a petty officer, what's it like. I mean on a ship?" "Every one is different, depending on who you work for and the commanding officer. Most of them are great. I haven't heard any rumors about the Joan Of Ark since she's newly commissioned, but I'm sure it's fine too." "But we'll be stuck in deep space for three years. What if it's not --- ok, I mean?" "Then you grit your teeth, do what you're told and live with it, sir." "Oh boy," he sighed, even more apprehensive than before. "Don't worry about it, we all have our first ships. Just remember to salute aft, then salute the officer of the deck when you board. After that some petty officer will undoubtedly take care of you until you learn the ropes." "A petty officer?" he seemed offended. "Sure. Who do you think runs this fleet, the Captain?" she asked, trying to keep a straight face. "Why yes, I..." "Everybody line up, we have a five minute window. Anybody who's not off in three get's kicked off!" A chief petty officer shouted from the front of the shuttle. "See," Mary pointed with a half-smile. The ensign swallowed even more and nodded convulsively. "Your bag," Mary pointed to the bag in the overhead compartment. He apologized and pulled the bag from the rack. "Your other bag," she pointed to the compartment under the seat. The ensign looked at the chief, then quickly ducked to get his other bag. Mary wondered if he would have abandoned it if the chief was watching. "Officers first, enlisted last!" The chief shouted. Mary gave the ensign a little shove. He went to the front of the shuttle reluctantly. "He'll be just another asshole shouting orders in a month," a woman leaned over and whispered in Mary's ear. Mary turned and smiled. "God save us from asteroids and ensigns," Mary said and they both giggled. "I'm Mary," she extended her hand. "Ruth, Ruth Toliver. So how did you rate the Joan Of Ark?" "I was on the William Perry," Mary said, suddenly uncomfortable, "they gave me first choice of assignments." "The asteroid duster that exploded?" "Yes, it was a deep space exploration ship like this one, but much smaller. I barely made it on the second of the only three lifeboats to escape." "Wow, a medal of honor winner, huh?" "It's in my bag," Mary patted the side of her canvas bag with a smile. "Glad to meet you. I was transferred from HQ, no war stories here. I did two tours so I'd have enough points for this," she pointed out the window at the silver ship, now laying alongside. "It's better that way, believe me. When a stranded crew becomes desperate enough to draw straws to see who will get eaten, then it's best to stay home." "They didn't, did they?" the woman asked in horror. "Didn't what?" "Didn't eat anybody?" "No, but I'd rather not talk about what we did eat. I may never eat again," Mary said with a look of disgust. "Sorry." Mary nodded and shuffled forward as the line began moving. "Well if you ever change your mind about eating, buzz me," the woman whispered, very close to her ear. "I wouldn't mind being eaten just a little." "Ruth!" Mary said in surprised embarrassment. She turned and stared at Ruth. Their faces were an inch apart. Ruth's smiling eyes looked deeply into her own. "Well I wouldn't," Ruth whispered and they laughed together. Mary had no idea how prophetic that statement would turn out to be, in a pleasant sort of way. Within 24 hours, Mary was installed in the Captain's Office. In 36 hours the atomic generators were powered up and the Joan Of Ark got underway leaving the supply ships, maintenance ships, shuttles, and well-wishers in it's wake like a thousand little silver leaves scattering on a fall pond. As soon as her paperwork was caught up Mary headed directly for the sexual recreation lounge. The lounge was the talk of the fleet, and she had been dying to try it out. It was new technology, a small world constructed of holographic images, with real and holographic people. Their true shapes and identities were masked with a holographic overlay. She didn't realize how effective that masking was until her first encounter in the lounge. Mary sat in the booth and filled out the form on the screen. She first selected "Gone With The Wind" of course, but that selection was filled for the next two weeks. She added her name to the third week, and moved on to something she could participate in now. There was an epic sea battle going on in one section of the lounge, she stared at that selection undecided, for a moment, then on inspiration she began programming her own sub-menu into the battle. Finally, after much work, she sat back and looked at the screen, very proud of herself. She opened the metal door and slid into the weightless room with a giggle of laughter. Ruth sat in the still-warm chair and recalled the menu Mary had been looking at. "That little imp," Ruth said in admiration, then programmed herself into the hologram. She looked around quickly, then turned off the screen and followed Mary through the same door. Mary rocketed through the cool, clear waters for several minutes, enjoying her sleek body and the great speeds she could attain. Suddenly, needing air, she shot toward the surface. She broke through to open air and turned a somersault, gasping in as much air as she could hold through her blow-hole, then landed tail-first in the water to break her fall. She balanced on the tip of her tail, watching the far-off battle between wooden ships with soft, gray eyes. She chastised them soundly with a series of squeaks, clicks, and squeals, then leaped skyward and dove deep, using her pointed nose for a rudder. In sudden fear she noticed a shape moving alongside her. She looked over to see a sleek male dolphin only slightly larger than herself. "Who are you? This is my world," she said with squeaks, clicks, and whistles. "I'm Raymond, your holographic partner," the other dolphin answered in the same language. "My partner? I didn't request a partner," Mary said skeptically. "The computer always provides you with a partner. What good is an adventure without somebody to share it with?" "Then you're not real?" Mary asked skeptically. "Of course not, how could I be? Nobody knows you are here, do they?" "No, I guess not," Mary brightened. "So what do you want to do?" "How about a race? The loser nuzzles the genitalia of the other." "They what?" Mary asked in horror. "That's how dolphins mate, silly. They dance in the water, intertwine their bodies, then nuzzle each other's genitalia until they are aroused. Then they mate. It's a very intricate process." "Skip the race and show me the other," Mary ordered. "I haven't had my genitalia nuzzled in a long time." "If that is your wish," the dolphin nodded with a toothy smile and moved closer. "First we swim close and touch bodies," Raymond said. She could feel the warm water from his breath against the sensitive skin of her face. "Now we swim around and around, touching bodies as we press against each other," he said, putting his words into action. Mary was amazed at how delicate her dolphin skin was. She could feel the slightest touch, the most gentle of caresses against her body, and each touch aroused her more. "Oh, wow, it's working," Mary sighed. She was aware of sinking lower and lower into the depths of the ocean as Raymond nuzzled her neck, chest, and finally her genitalia. She gasped and stiffened as the long, pointed nose probed deep inside her, parting the rubbery envelope of her sex and gently stimulating it. Soon his long, narrow tongue slid out and up inside her. Mary gasped and moaned as the long member impaled her. "Oh, Raymond, that feels so good," Mary said, enjoying the lavish licks he was giving her vagina. At times the long tongue slid into the very deepest portions of her womb, tasting, touching, and exploring her inner depths. "I'm glad you like it. You taste delicious, by the way." "Thank you," she said coyly as the long tongue licked and probed her sex. "I want you in me, Raymond," Mary gasped. Raymond swam back a few feet and fanned the ocean with his tail. Mary's eyes widened when she saw his stiffened member standing up in front of him. "Are you sure you're ready," he teased. "Oh, yeah, I couldn't be more ready. Stay there, I want to ride you," she said approaching quickly. He held his place in the water as she swam close and gently impaled herself on his foot long penis. She squealed in delight as the entire length of the penis slid deep inside her. They swam frantically, propelling the penis in and out of her rubbery sex hole. They swam, rotated and fell down and down as Raymond pumped his huge member in and out of her vagina. Mary had no warning. She burned and tingled from the moment she began, then, suddenly, her orgasm struck with the force of a tornado. She screamed long and hard as her loins spasmed, clenching and unclenching his long member. The liquid heat was consuming her loins, the penis seemed to grow even larger. She panted and relaxed slightly, until Raymond began moving again. Her eyes widened in joyful horror as her vagina began to spasm again. She arched her back and screamed in her high-pitched dolphin voice, until the second orgasm passed, leaving her limp and lifeless. "I must go now, another comes," Raymond said suddenly. "Oh no, I can't take any more," Mary shook her sleek head. "This one is different, a companion of the same sex," he said with a toothy smile and turned to disappear into the dark ocean depths. A sleek pink dolphin suddenly appeared, swimming around her. She was a beautiful female with a gentle voice. "My latent homosexual tendencies must have triggered you," Mary said with a smile. "I'm not sure I want to try this right now, Raymond has more than satisfied me." "A male can never truly satisfy a female," the beautiful pink dolphin said as she gently swam around Mary. "I'm not sure I believe that," Mary said with a smile. "You should, it's true," the dolphin said, then slid gently against Mary as she passed. Mary gasped and sighed as the sensitive skin touched her own. "You see, I can do something that Raymond can't," the female dolphin said happily. "Wha... what's that," Mary was finding it hard to speak. The female kept swimming close and caressing her as she passed. "I know when to touch you, where to touch you, and how softly you want to be touched. Raymond could never learn that. Only another female truly understands." "Mmmmaybe your right," Mary said as the female passed again. "I don't have a long penis, like Raymond, but we can nuzzle each other instead. Some believe that's even more fun," the dolphin said and approached again. This time she pressed her body firmly against Mary's. Mary could feel it in every fiber of her being. "I'm not sure I want to nuzzle another female's vagina, even a holographic one," Mary said as the dolphin sent shivers up her spine. "Try it, sweet lady. See if you like it," the dolphin said and gently rotated until her tail was past Mary's face. Mary was looking directly at the female's vagina. It was soft, sweet smelling, almost irresistible. "Well, why not, it's only a dream," Mary said and moved closer. The other dolphin suddenly licked her vagina and Mary squealed excitedly, thrusting her pelvis forward. She wished that she had arms to hold her in place. She extended her long tongue experimentally and found it about the same length as her real one. She slid it into the rubbery folds of the female and tasted. It was absolutely wonderful. She found herself licking the other female enthusiastically, lost in a world of her own. She felt every action she made, done to her, like a delicious, wonderful, mirror of delight. "You taste and feel so delicious," Mary finally paused for breath. "I wish the females of my species were as wonderful as this." "They are, believe me," the other dolphin said and continued licking. "How do you know?" Mary asked, then plunged her tongue into the rubbery folds of her vagina. "I was programmed to taste and feel like a real woman, silly," the dolphin said quickly and nuzzled deep inside her. Mary could no longer talk. Her loins were burning and needed release. She probed the outer folds of flesh with her long, stiff, tongue, then found the clit hidden just inside the outer folds of the vagina. She licked it brutally while the other female moaned and withered with her own face in Mary's crotch. Mary felt something long and wide shoved inside her vagina, and realized the other dolphin was using a fin. She tried experimentally and found that her own fin would fit nicely into the female. She worked her fin in and out while she licked and tasted the beautiful pink female. They both exploded simultaneously, withering, moaning and squeaking as they thrashed in the weightless environment of the ocean. It was a long time before Mary's vagina stopped exploding and she could finally relax with her body pressed against the warm female. "You were absolutely wonderful," Mary sighed as she snuggled close to the dolphin's tail. "So were you, Mary. I'm glad you finally got around to eating me, a little," the dolphin smiled and turned to face her. "Ruth?" Mary squealed in surprised wonder. "In the flesh, sweetie. Well almost," she spread her fins with a toothy smile. "Ruth, I'll beat you half to death for this," Mary said laughing. "Not without arms, sweetheart. So how did you like it?" "I think I'd like to see more of you, as you really are," Mary said thoughtfully. "I'm glad. You have no idea how hard it is to proposition another woman, without taking a chance on losing a friend. It's a heartache, but times like these make it all worthwhile." "Let's get out of here and try it in the flesh," Mary said suddenly. "Ok, but I'm saving your program. I like it here. Maybe I'll try Raymond myself, when I get adventurous." "He's all yours," Mary laughed. They both swam toward the entrance. -the end-