The Fay at Fremantle

By Aerosol Kid :: aerosol_kid@hotmail.com
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The people and events in this story come from my brain, not the real
world.  Regardless of what that tells you about my brain, it means 
that I'm not writing about you, your mom, your friends, or your 
friends' friends.  So you can't sue me.  Neener neener.

If you're underage in your territory (and you know what I mean), then 
read something else.

Note: This is a prologue, of sorts, to a story that's been playing in 
the multiplex of my brain for years.

(c) 2001 Aerosol Kid
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Inana was about to get herself into a lot of trouble, but she was too 
busy swapping spit with the dark, wiry boy she'd just met to see it 
coming.  She knew Jebin's kissing was intended to distract her while 
he tried to get her out of her clothes.  That was fine, because she 
had decided to fuck him the moment she'd laid eyes on him, not half 
an hour ago.  She was a little tipsy from some hurried vodka shots, 
and the gravity here kept her slightly breathless.  As they made out 
in the alcove of his run-down flat, on this ghastly desolate outpost 
moon, she realized that she was being a foolish Xhian blonde.  Just 
not how foolish.

To potential suitors, her sexual appetite could be intimidating, and 
that was under normal circumstances.  For nearly a year Inana had 
relied on herself for sex, traveling with a crew of Dobao - nomadic 
aliens that roamed space in a liquid-filled vessel.  The need for 
companionship sizzled in her veins long before they had nominated her 
to buy supplies at this remote human settlement.  Tonight, she was 
free of her wetsuit, free from telepathic alien-talk that made her 
mind feel like a Möbius strip, and free to mingle with her own 
species.  

She had paced the airlock as the ship settled into its berth at 
Indlespur, on the light side of a bleak moon called Fremantle.  This 
new outpost served as a base for gas-mining operations in the upper 
atmosphere of the pale gas giant that filled the sky.  It was a week 
from the nearest gate and another two weeks from anything she 
considered civilized.  But her guardians usually shunned contact with 
humans, and when they had hesitantly adopted Inana after her last 
ordeal, that's how she'd wanted it, too.
  
Barely five minutes after stepping onto the surface, with the Dobao's 
yellow urges of caution aching dully in her head, she had ignored her 
errands and headed straight for the nearest bar.  After tossing back 
the two most delicious shots of shitty vodka she'd ever tasted, her 
eyes had landed on Jebin.  He had a nice smile, a good complexion and 
long nappy hair.  Their courtship had been intense, if economical.  
On the way back to his place, she had clung to his arm in giddy 
anticipation.

Her zipper seemed to have more sense than she did, for it foiled 
Jebin's attempt to undress her.  "What's with your damned space-
monkey suit?" he cursed softly in her ear, as he shivered from the 
effects of her physiology.  Inana shook a bit, too.  She couldn't 
decide if it was from the alcohol that flushed her cheeks or from her 
feverish need.

Still, she pried his hands away from the rugged orange pants that 
stubbornly refused to join her field jacket and bra on the floor.  
"Why are you in such a hurry to stick it in?" she teased, shifting 
his hands upward to her hot skin.

He groaned, and she sensed real pain.  They'd been tumbling around 
the room just long enough to kiss and grapple and lose half of her 
clothes, but this seemed to be all the foreplay Jebin could stand.  
His ravenous rubbing and kissing provoked an autonomic response from 
her body; an emission of powerful pheromones that was clearly driving 
him to insanity.

*If I don't let him fuck me now, he's just going to shoot off on my 
leg,* came the bratty rationalization.  She herded him across the 
flat to his bed and efficiently undressed him.  He tried to stick his 
tongue in her ear, so she pushed him down, and was surprised to see 
him bounce off the mattress very slowly.  *Not one of those stupid 
no-grav beds...*  Inana rolled her eyes at this tackiness, but her 
limbs trembled with exertion.  It felt good to push off from the bed 
frame and drift lazily into the air to join him.  Stopping herself 
with one hand against the low ceiling, she smiled at Jebin and tugged 
at the zipper that had so confounded him.  He watched, wide-eyed, as 
her shiny orange suit bottoms slid away from her caramel hips, 
revealing the flower he wanted so badly.  He continued to stare as 
she floated gracefully, end over end, wriggling herself into the 
nude.

A beat passed as they drifted over the bed, sizing each other up.  He 
flashed his cute smile, spun adroitly backward to the headboard and 
bumped up the grav setting.  A second graceful maneuver put him on 
his back under Inana, who found herself descending toward him.  *I'm 
starting to think I'm not the first offworld girl he's brought back 
here.*  Her violet eyes flashed as she straddled him, then placed the 
head of his cock at her humid petals.  "Okay stud," she challenged, 
"ready to fuck?"  His hips twitched in his madness to enter her, but 
she kept him at bay.  For a grim instant, Inana thought she'd gone 
too far and he was about to blow his load, but he had the sense to 
swallow hard and hold back.

Smiling faintly, she slipped his tip inside her, and allowed herself 
to sink toward him in the light gravity, taking him to the hilt.  Her 
nerve endings burst into song.

*Careful...Remember last time?* Inana bit her lip at the thought.  It 
was a little late in the game for good judgment, and her well-
developed pleasure centers were quite prepared for her sudden flash 
of clarity.  While she tentatively wondered at her recklessness, her 
legs moved her through a second stroke.  She ground into Jebin's 
hips, rose up along his shaft, came down hard again.  And again.  
Before she could lift herself back up on her shivering thighs, the 
pent-up mother of all orgasms drenched her, washing her reservations 
away like a spring storm clears pollen.  Her head lolled and her hair 
swished fluidly in the low-grav field.  She made noises as she gasped 
for breath that turned her on so much, she began to feel faint.

Jebin shuddered beneath her; the familiar feeling of a boy who felt 
he'd fulfilled his obligations and was about to let loose.  Inana 
took a deep breath, held it, and willed him to be calm. Jebin's 
pulsing cock grew cool as mint inside her.  She exhaled slowly.


"How did you..." he managed, gaping down where they were joined.  She 
showed him a perfectly predatory smile and shifted so she could 
better ride him.  Now, she could scratch the itch that was months of 
isolated space travel.  Another exciting noise escaped her lips as 
she fucked experimentally, and he relaxed, realizing her intentions.

Inana bit her lip and settled into an efficient rhythm, obeying hard-
wired instincts now.  Still she managed, as always, to hurl a few 
insults at her capricious ancestors.

*Stupid, self-absorbed meddlers!  Playing with your lifecode... 
Engineering yourselves into vain sexual creatures... Alluring to 
everyone, resistible to no one on your perfect little planet.  But 
your children had to live in the real world, and you didn't give a 
thought to how we would protect ourselves.  Fuck you, beautiful people!*

*Bastards.*

Jebin squeezed her ass, jolting her out of the bitter reverie.  She 
continued to thrill at the quiet sounds she was making; at each 
pleading, surprised utterance that marked the cycles as she ground 
into her dazed lover's bony hips.  She tried fiercely to seize the 
moment and shut out the harshness and indignity that had dogged her 
all her life.  To fuck it all away.

*But this is how I get into so much trouble.*

She paused, whimpering in delirious confusion.  Jebin took this as 
his cue, and rolled her clumsily onto her back while managing to stay 
inside her.  He gripped the back of her feverish neck and fucked her 
fast and hard, emboldened by whatever Inana had numbed his prick 
with.

He ground sublimely into her clit with each thrust and the hot-cold 
washes threatened to make her pass out.  It was good to just lie 
there and let him do all the work.  He was giving her the savage 
fucking she craved now, mumbling half-recognizable dirty talk - more 
for his benefit than hers.  She wrapped her legs around him in tight 
surrender.

An entirely different amalgam flowed from Inana's sex then, and 
Jebin's erection stiffened, she was sure, to a painful degree.  She 
bit his ear and cooed, "Don't hold back on me, now.  Hear?"

"Holiest fuck!" he exclaimed.   "I thought you were just a myth!"

That was Inana's biggest heads-up of the evening.  No one this far 
out should've known the first thing about her strange, endangered 
little race.  About Xhians.  "What's that?" she asked, trying to 
sound casual.

But Jebin was too busy fooling with the gravity setting, scaling it 
back to almost nothing.  He had barely resumed his frantic humping, 
when he observed, "I'm gonna cum."

Keening wordlessly, he burst inside her, and Inana crested too.  A 
scream burst from her lips as her ejaculate sprayed around his cock, 
darkening the grubby sheets beneath her open thighs.  Milky-pink 
droplets orbited the point of contact between them, and his limbs 
floated slackly around her.  A delicate floral scent invaded the 
room.

Inana had fucked up a lot tonight.  She'd chosen to resent her long 
isolation from other humans, instead of remembering she'd left their 
company with good reason.  She had offered herself as an easy lay in 
a remote and dangerous colony.  But her biggest mistake was to shut 
her eyes and doze.

***

The next round of sex was odd.  She could have sworn she felt a sting 
on her ankle as she roused herself, but Jebin's insistent kisses 
demanded her attention.  Once awake, she was instantly engorged, 
slick and ready for anything he might want from her.  For a while she 
chalked it up to persistent horniness and her eager, skinny partner.

But her weird giggling bothered her.  Gone was her hesitant wariness 
and self-criticism.  She didn't care that she was hours late with the 
supplies for her ship.  And try as she might, she couldn't summon 
much concern when she imagined the Dobao, turning yellow with worry, 
wondering if they should try to deal with the local authorities.

"Hmmmm!  Do that some more," she urged.

All her rhythms were off, and she couldn't control Jebin's adolescent 
sexual pacing, but he didn't seem to mind.  He was definitely in 
charge of things, this time around.  He'd turned off the no-grav 
field, and Inana melted into the sheets, giddy with his assuredness 
and enthusiasm.  She was even noisier than before.  Some personal 
info slipped out before she had the good sense to muzzle herself, but 
it all seemed okay.

Finally, she began to feel satisfied.

***

Sometime later, she awoke alone in the dingy greenish light that 
passed for dawn on Fremantle.  The sheets beneath her were still damp 
with sweat and cum.  The weird taste in her mouth was familiar.  
Inana yawned, stretched, only to feel the bite of wire at her wrists 
and ankles.  

*Oh dear god no.*

Her heart leapt.  She lifted her head feebly and tried to survey the 
room.  Her clothes were gone, so her knife and shiplink were no doubt 
confiscated.  There was no way for her to call the Dobao for help, 
and even if she could, they wouldn't be very effective outside the 
aquatic habitat of their ship, with no capacity for speech.  She 
might be slightly telepathic, but most humans weren't.  Very few knew 
what to make of Dobao thoughts.

So once again, she was on her own.  Jebin clearly knew what she was, 
knew her value, and probably knew how to profit from her.  If she 
tilted her ear toward the closed door across the room, she could hear 
his voice.

Struggling against her bonds resulted only in a cut ankle, which bled 
tentatively onto the sheets.  Her sight grew blurry with tears, and 
her heartbeat quickened, but something in her bloodstream began to 
blot out her panic.  This dizzy calm worried her even more than the 
physical restraints.  She was finally free of her treacherous, 
genetically altered instincts, but now something artificial dulled 
her thoughts.

"You're awake.  Good.  We can start."  Jebin had returned as the drug 
wound itself through her blood.

"...the hell is this?" Inana mumbled.  She meant to lay into him with 
a furious tirade, but all her venom was lost in the great distance 
from her feelings to her voice.

Jebin dabbed at her cut ankle.  "Try not to struggle.  If you cut 
yourself up, it could depreciate your value."  He chuckled to 
himself.  "Although I doubt that, rare as things like you are out 
here."

"What are you talking about?"  The words came out in a lazy tumble.  
Her attempt to play dumb sounded more like a sleepy come-on.

He began to paw her clammy skin.  "You really think everybody on this 
damn ball is that ignorant?"  His tone was cool, but the intensity of 
his response scared her.  "Did you think you could parade around here 
without someone finding out what you are?"  His hands brushed fast 
and light over her abdomen.  "Even if you hadn't been stupid enough 
to pick me up, I had a pretty good idea the moment I first saw you."

"I don't understand," she pleaded quietly, still fighting to deny 
what was happening.  "What did you do to me?"

"I took advantage of the situation.  You're my ticket out of this 
shithole, my love."  He punctuated this statement by spreading her 
labia and slipping something very small and cold over the hood of her 
clitoris.

"This is crazy!" she gasped, from the cold and from the fact that she 
knew *exactly* what the thing on her sex was for.  *Aseh Vesheng.*  
The old art.  Loosely translated from her native tongue as "spiral-
bound serpent," and cruelly named in her own language by outsiders 
long ago.  Now she knew the taste in her mouth and the lightheaded 
feeling for what they were: the preparation for the rite.

He unrolled something she couldn't see, and began to arrange things 
on the bed, next to her hip.  "It's too bad you picked me, Inana," he 
apologized.  "I'm the only guy on this hemisphere who's not from 
around here.  Ever heard of the Whitt Cluster?"

Inana fought back a groan, but couldn't stop herself from wincing.  
Jebin leaned in to her field of view and smiled, to show he'd seen 
her reaction, that her play-acting was for naught.  She cursed 
herself for not recognizing his bronzed physique, angular features 
and dark, kinky hair.  For not correctly placing him as New Dhakan.  
It was a system very near Xhia Prime.

"Yep," he laughed, thumbing her left nipple.  It stiffened, and he 
leaned in conspiratorially.  "When I was younger, I read everything I 
could find about Xhians."  He put his lips to her breast, which 
surprised her, caused her back to arch painfully.  Once her nipple 
was slick with his spit, he pressed another cold, small something 
over it.  Her eyes widened.  "Most people say there aren't any of you 
left.  But I was obsessed.  So I learned about the *Aseh Vesheng,* 
and I jerked off to fantasies of performing it on a real live Xhian.  
I was even able to buy some of the old ritual instruments."  Inana 
heard him tap two unseen metallic things together, and shivered.  He 
nuzzled her neck, before sliding his lips down her chest.  "I 
couldn't find all the pieces, but I think I've got enough to muddle 
through."

Inana cleared her throat.  "Jebin."  She hoped her reasonable, 
slightly louder tone would snap him out of his frightening monologue, 
or at least get his face out of her tits.  "You can't keep me here.  
People are looking for me."  She wished she could hear his thoughts, 
that her telepathic abilities didn't vary so much from person to 
person, but her attacker was opaque to her.

He traced his nose through the valley between her breasts.  
"'People...'" he laughed softly, and Inana's spine relaxed helplessly 
under his warm breath.  "Last night, you were good enough to tell me 
about the Dobao that brought you here.  Those aliens aren't going to 
be able to do anything for you."  He lifted his head, slipped his 
hand behind her neck to raise hers.  "Maybe you should have thought 
of that before you left your ship to go cruising for sex."

Her eyes narrowed with anger, and she wondered if the drug was 
wearing off.  Defiantly, she shook his hand away from her head.  His 
fingers caught painfully in her hair, which enraged her even more.  
"So what are you saying, Jebin?  That I was asking for this?  Huh?"  

He flinched a bit and broke eye contact.  *Good, yes!  Feel bad about
 this!* she thought at him.  *I don't want to be in your little 
faerie capture fantasy.  Even if I am a real faerie...*  Inana 
swallowed hard.  "I went home with you because I was lonely, and I 
thought you were cute," she lectured.  "We had a good time last 
night.  Why ruin it by getting all freaky on me?  Don't be an 
asshole."

Jebin stared at her, hesitant.  

"Untie me and give me my clothes," she growled.  "And a smoke would 
be nice."

She held his eyes for as long as she could, but he eventually resumed 
his hungry stare at her wire-bound body.  She felt her pulse quicken 
under his gaze, and her resolve began to crumble.  While her words 
told him in no uncertain terms that she wanted to leave, her body 
begged him with its pheromones to ravish her.  Inana couldn't help 
but betray herself.  That was pretty much how the *Aseh Vesheng* 
worked. 

He moved to pick something up, and for an instant she hoped he might 
untie her.  He came round to sit at her other side, and pushed 
something tiny and sharp into her neck.  "Sorry kid.  I've got to get 
off this rock."

Inana thrashed against the wire, cutting herself in the process.  
"Jebin, wait!  I've got money!  I can... I can get.  You... 
out...of..." Her arms went limp against the wire cuffs, and blood 
pulsed easily from the laceration on her wrist.  "No..." she 
whispered finally.

He stroked her hair.  "Shhhh.  I checked.  You're broke, babe.  But 
with what I can get for you, I can start all over.  I'm sick of this 
place, and you're just too easy to..." His stroking quickened.  "It's 
just too easy.  I've already found a buyer.  

"And I've been waiting to try this for a long time."

***

"Into these lips goes the will."  Something cold and hard slipped 
into her sex.  "From these lips comes acquiescence."  Something soft 
brushed her mouth.

*What?*  Inana's head reeled.  She felt warm, tired, dizzy, tingling.  
The odd phrase was repeated, very near her ear.  Then she placed it: 
the first incantation of the *Aseh Vesheng.*  

With a jolt, she remembered everything.  "Oh no," she moaned.  Jebin 
was actually going to do it to her.  Enslave her.

Droplets of something were flicked across her chest.  Whatever it was 
smelled heavenly.  Then she heard a chime that danced behind her 
closed eyelids.  Some kind of honey-flavored wax was smeared on her 
mouth.  "Mmmmm," she commented, licking drowsily.

"From these lips comes acquiescence," Jebin intoned.

"Into these lips goes the will," Inana murmured musically.  She 
paused while he fucked her with the cold metal thing.  "From these 
lips comes acquiescence."  It wasn't hard to say the words.  She had 
spoken them before.  And it would get easier and easier.

***

There were so many things connected to her.  Some were familiar, some 
strange, but they all felt terribly good.  Some of them squeezed, 
some of them fucked and some of them hummed hotly.  It was getting 
hard for her to tell them apart.

She lay on Jebin's bed for the second night.  She felt content, but 
he seemed to be in a rush.  Earlier, she had wanted to leave in the 
most terrible way.  Now, he promised to take her somewhere very soon, 
but she had to complete the rite first.

Each phase had served to assert her Xhian instincts and suppress her 
resistance.  To Inana, it was actually a relief.  She felt at ease 
for the first time since, well, the last time she'd been through the 
rite.  Jebin kept saying she was better off with a master.  That she 
couldn't reach her potential flying free in her own chaotic circles.  
She wasn't sure if she believed him, but after each phase of the 
ritual she was allowed to rest.  And as she dozed, she thought about 
her exile from humans, with the Dobao.  Inana had withheld herself 
from her kind, and kept potential masters away.  She had roamed the 
outskirts of the human hive with a band of secretive aliens, thinking 
only of herself.

She felt ashamed.

***

The last rite was sublime, for her aching heart was finally numbed.  
Her feelings dwindled to pinpricks of bleary light, winked out one by 
one.  There were no emotions, no improper thoughts.  Only input: 
touch, taste, smells, and above all words.  The constant force of 
pleasure eased her through the words, making them easier to digest.

She learned how to follow commands again, to perform tasks without 
the taint of individuality.  In time, she would color her work with 
the particular tastes of an owner.  She would ache to know what 
pleased or did not please.  But that would come later.

For now, it was important to lie still, to listen, to be fucked, to 
be prepared for servitude.

It was important to relax and accept.

***

"Button your top," Jebin said, as he sealed his flightcase.

"Oh, sorry," Inana blushed, fumbling to make herself presentable in 
her weird new clothes.

"That's better.  Come over here."  She shuffled over to him 
obligingly, and he adjusted her lavender wig and dark spectacles.  
"There.  No one will recognize you, if anyone's looking."

"What?"  Sometimes he said the strangest things.

He smiled.  "Nothing.  We have to get to the terminal."

"Where are we going?"

"Inana," he said patiently, causing her eyebrows to raise.  "We've 
been over this.  We're going to Pasharu to see Mr. Gund.  He trades 
in pretty things like you."

She frowned.  "But aren't I yours?"

He laughed.  "You can be mine for the three weeks it'll take to get 
there.  But really, I'm just the middle man, babe."

She blinked at him for a moment, then followed him out the door.

END

By Aerosol Kid

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