Ed Royse tooled the car down the quiet streets and turned into a soaring high rise. Parking the car in the basement garage, he buttoned the elevator. It lifted him to the twelfth floor. He stepped out into a carpeted hallway.
He was relaxed, comfortable. He always was, here. This floor was his. It contained his offices, his apartment, a room for his accountant and private apartments for the girls. Naturally! He was subject to a heavy fine from both Guild and Government, should he fail to provide excellent housing and care for his girls. All eleven of them.
He stopped before a door marked, in squared letters,
Edward Royse-Licensed Proc-Guild of Procurers. Smiling, he opened the door and entered the living room of his office-apartment.
Linda was waiting: a big redhead, her body perfectly proportioned to its size-unless you consider the hormone-enhanced bosom a bit much. She rose sinuously from his divan.
"Ed, love!" She hurried across the room with feline grace to press with soft insistence against him. Sliding her arms around his neck, she offered her full lips for a kiss. Ed obliged her willingly. His arms enfolded her wmm softness in an embrace that flattened her full beasts against his chest.
She drew her lips away, rubbing her cheek against his. "Hey, I was getting worried about you. You've put in a long day."
He nodded against her face. "I have. And I need a drink." He disentangled her from his arms. "I'm a little dry."
Moving over to the divan, he sank down on it and reached for a cigarette. He lit up, watching her mix the drink. "Everybody else get home okay?"
She looked up with a smile. "Uh-huh, But Julie needs a new whip. That flagellant contract got all excited and got it stuck in some kind of machinery. She's heartbroken, Ed; it was her favorite whip." She brought him his drink, waiting while he made a note in the little book he always carried. "I already called the whip people. Okay?"
He stored away the notebook and reached for the drink. "Thanks-yeah. That tastes like what I needed. How was your contract?"
Linda rolled her eyes. "Oh boy! Coprolalia, just my
type. I really got him worked up. I haven't been screwed so well in years!" She set her drink down and stood grinning before him to demonstrate. Planting her feet wide apart, she began to grind her hips provocatively. "Fuck me you bastard! Shove that slimy thing into my hot cunt and juice me good!"
"Ugh. That is not my style," Ed said, but he was unable to look away from her. She caressed herself with wild abandon, sliding her hands over the big bouncy swells of her breasts and down over her belly to her crotch.
"God damn," she groaned, "your prick's so big it's splitting my cunt open!"
Ed laughed. "Cut it out! Dirty talk isn't my thing ... but just watching you is giving me a hard-on!"
Linda was quickly beside him on the couch, smiling, "Oh, did I give poor Ed a hard-on? Here, let me makeums feel good." Her hand went to his lap, expertly massaging the hard bulge there as she whispered hotly in his ear, "Please give it to me, Ed. You don't do it enough."
Ed kissed her neck and opened the zipper of her dress. "With eleven hot girls to take care of, I can't handle all of you all of the time, witch!" He pulled the dress from her shoulders and pressed his mouth to the soft cleavage between her breasts. She gasped and hunched her shoulders, pushing her bosom into his face.
Her fingers had his fly open and his penis out in seconds. She closed her eyes rapturously as her hand moved up and down its considerable length. "Oh, baby. It's bigger than it's ever been. You make that contract tonight look like a boy. It's so good to hold it!"
Ed flipped open the center catch of her shelf-bra and
pressed the panting girl against him. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue entered her mouth, probing deep toward her throat. Their tongues tangled in a warm caress. His hand fondled the soft bulge of her breast, urging the nipple out to a hard point. His other hand busied itself dragging her dress down and off her squirming body. She wriggled her hips, moving into position to get him between her legs.
Stroking and kneading her buttocks, he whispered into her ear, "Better get into the bedroom, Linda. Let's make it an all-nighter."
She rose shakily to her feet and stumbled toward his bedroom, working at the elastic of her pantyhose. Ed followed her. Not every pimp, he mused, was so well loved. It kept everything a lot more peaceful, and the compulsory sterility injections made the situation perfectly safe. No woman in her right mind wanted to be a child bearing slave.
Linda was already whipping off her pantyhose when he entered the bedroom. Smiling, she tossed the little fluff of fabric at him and straightened up, stark naked. There was a lot of Linda to be naked. She cupped her breasts and scissored the nipples between her fingers, making them point rudely at him. She had no need to tell him she was ready, and he undressed so rapidly that by morning he could hardly remember doing it.
Then her wriggling body was glued to his and his big penis was throbbing between her thighs as she stood with her feet spread wide apart. She pumped her hips, rubbing her ever ready cunt against his monumental erection. Her breasts were at once soft and nearly unyielding against him, nipples stabbing at his chest like blood-colored stilettos. Her mouth was wide open under
his. She moaned ecstatically as his tongue curled around hers in erotic abandon.
His hands slid down the satiny smoothness of her back and spread wide around her buttocks. His fingers sank into the flesh, jamming her belly tightly against his while he rubbed his penis rhythmically against her moist vulva.
"Oh god, Ed! You're still the king ... just do it!"
She wriggled out of his grasp, her perspiring body sucking wetly away from him as she stumbled, glassy-eyed with lust, to his bed. Her hand clung possessively to his prick, drawing him along as she backed onto the bed, "I swear it's the biggest. . ."
"Save it for the customers, doll," he told her, although he was aware that she was slurring her words in passion. They spilled onto the bed in a slippery tangle of sexual heat. The water-mattress bounced beneath their trembling bodies as she squirmed beneath his powerful torso. Her thighs opened wide in one smooth motion. She rubbed the palms of her hands over his back. Her mouth sucked in his flaming kiss.
She emitted a little squeal of delight when his magic wand found the gate of her passion and probed inward. The throbbing prick suddenly slid past soft lips to plunge deep into her belly, making them both gasp. Wrapping her legs around him, she held on tightly with the mad strength of steadily mounting ecstasy, staring wildly at the ceiling through eyes burning with the fires of erotic abandon.
Pumping her hips up and down in time with his pounding thrusts, the girl squealed in throaty excitement, "Screw me to the bed, my wonderful cocksman!"
Grinning, Ed tried hard to do exactly as she invited. She kissed his sweating cheek in mad rapture, wanting desperately to help him, but knowing now that she had done it, that he didn't need her movements, that her body was now a receptacle for his passion. She sobbed at the mounting fire that engulfed her belly under the hard ram of his cock. He thrust it into her hard and fast, slapping her belly with his and quivering as he balanced himself above her on firmly planted palms. He stared down at her passion-writhing face, knowing his eyes were staring in rising lust. His testicles grew tighter and tighter.
Rapture swelled within her as she felt him suddenly hammer the great tool deep inside her vagina. Tightening her arms and legs around him, she murmured frantic words of encouragement. Within her, his penis throbbed in ever-increasing power. She felt his body tensing, and hers tensed, too, in response and anticipation of excruciating ecstasy.
He groaned and sank down onto her, cushioned by the breasts he crushed. His body stiffened, and a sudden raging flood slammed into her in a burst of the fiery ". release of pleasure. He ground his loins swiftly on hers in a final aid to her own orgasm, the hardness of his pelvis slipping and sliding her clitoris. She gasped, then cried out, her whole being exploding in a gigantic orgasm that shook her physically. Her throat ripped out another scream of wild release.
The staff of his sex jerked inside her in a powerhouse of burning ejaculations that made him shudder again and again. Her demanding body jerked as the blazing flood of her own delight answered his and sent her soaring on wings of rapture. They came together in a monumental
welding of naked bodies under the impact of the soul-blending climax.
They lay gasping, drenched in sweat. The passion fires subsided slowly and their lips pressed in soft warmth as love flowed beneath them.
Chapter Two
Sunlight was streaming through the window when Ed Royse sat up on the edge of the bed and smiled down at Linda. He shook his head with a little smile. She was a redhead and he was nutty about blondes. She was big and he liked small women. She was nearly as tall as he, and he knew it was not unusual for a man to like shorter girls. She was also freckled, and magnificent, and he loved her.
Ed Royse was not afraid to work in a nation devoted to play while the machines did the work and the men who ran them-including MD's went on their semiannual strikes for more and more wages . . . which they received. No one wanted to have to take over the
work. Everyone was too busy playing. The birthrate was down; its descending line on the chart looked like a ski slope. What others called "fate" and "luck" were kind to the man who worked, and Ed did. And so did his girls. He looked forward to an early retirement (like in about three years) to live on his investments-coupled with Linda's, assuming she agreed to a permanent contract. He thought she would.
He ran his hand over the silken flesh of one big bare breast and tweaked the nipple. She wriggled, smiling, and he knew her sleep was only a pretense. His caresses became tickles, and they rose laughing and showered together, then toyed with each other while the jets of warm air dried their naked bodies.
She spent several minutes gathering her clothing, while he ordered breakfast. They ate together, almost in silence, and she left with a blown kiss as he turned to his desk. Within an hour his secretary reported a visitor, and Ed punched the button that opened the door. The robo-secretary went back to work while the man with the big black case bustled in.
"Morris, Mister Royse, of Flagella, Inc."
"Come in, Morris, and let's see what you've got. My masochism expert got her favorite whip chewed up in some sort of machinery yesterday." Ed buttoned the intercom, calling Julie while Morris opened his case to display his wares. Ed nodded.
"That looks like your usual good quality, Morris," he said, reaching for a cigarette.
The salesman smiled with confident acknowledgement. "All handmade, Mister Royse. That's the secret, in this age of machine made everything. We have to import them from the aborigine reserve in Central
Brazil, which means that you have to pay us well for them." He smiled. "But I think our customers agree that they're worth it."
"Julie won't allow me to deal with anyone else," Ed said, looking up as the girl came in.
She was the perfect subject for his more sadistic clientele: small, with a piquant little heart-shaped face decorated with the full mouth of a child and huge blue eyes. She wore her blonde hair nearly to her waist, and she was expert enough to get it out of the way when her contractees used their-more often her-whips on her smooth white skin. A little glandular rearranging by the doct-engineers had added considerably to what had been mere bumps of breasts, but no enhancing had been necessary to her backside. It was naturally round, a little protuberant, designed for whipping.
She entered with a bright smile, wearing a loose hyper-mini that covered her loins and rump so long as she stood stock still-which she wasn't. Morris admired her bottom as she bent over his assortment of lashes.
"Nice," she cooed, lifting out a cat of five braided tails and snapping it smartly down against her bare leg. "Uh!" Her pelvis rocked. She replaced the cat to draw out a monster whip, consisting of one braided black strand fully five feet long. She jerked her wrist this way and that, making the whip dance like a trained snake. She turned to Morris with one eyebrow up.
"A little stiff, I'm afraid. Tsk tsk!" She pursed her sensuous lips at him, then tossed him the whip.
"This type is often preferred by husbands," Morris explained, coiling the whip carefully. He looked at Ed. "I'll wait in the hall, Mister Royse, while you and this beautiful maz test the whips in private."
She flashed him a brilliant smile, nodded, and turned back to the case while he left and closed the door softly after him.
"You going to charge me for the new whip, lover?" she asked Ed, without looking at him.
"Can't," he said. "Not your fault that jackass had machinery around. Lucky for him he didn't get dragged in."
She chuckled. "Well, the machinery was part of his bag. It was an adaptation of an old reducing machine of some sort. Vibrating rollers. He strapped me to it while he whipped me." She shivered. "Good grief, that was fun! But not too darned good for my best whi ... ah. Now this is nice ... yes. Yeeees. It feels right."
"Want to try it out, Julie?"
"Oh, yes." She laid the whip on his desk and slipped a finger through the ring at the neck of her dress. She drew it all the way down to the hem, opening the invisible zipper. The little dress fell away from her breasts on both sides. She wore no brassiere; the gland engineering had left her bosom without need of support. Ed wasn't wild about those tight pointed tits; he preferred 'em big and floppy. But Julie's type of client usually preferred girlish, helpless and soft-looking victims. They'd have grooved on someone about fourteen, apparently. Julie, at twenty-six, still looked like a fourteen-year-old-overdeveloped in bosom and butt.
Bared, she leaned over the desk and grasped the sides. She was breathing heavily, nipples already thickened and lengthened in stiff invitation. "I'm ready."
Ed grinned, cupping one of the naked breasts, fingering the hard tip. "You sure are, but I am not going to carry it that far."
She laughed, a little nervously. Sex was serious
business to Julie, and whipping was sex. "Go ahead and use it!"
Ed stepped away behind her. He balanced the whip for a moment* then lifted it above the girl's back. With a swift motion, he lashed the serpent of black leather down onto the smooth white skin. She gasped and arched her body in pain, shuddering. A dark streak appeared on her nude back.
Ed ran his fingers gently over the red welt. "It doesn't break the skin. How'd it feel?"
"W-wonderfullll! Please do it again!" Her voice was small, childish, pleading. She had to be the best maz in the business.
"Let's try it another way," he suggested, running his hand over the diminutive strip of black cloth that stretched tightly across her buttocks. "Your ass is too tight in that position. Stand over against the wall." He said it sternly, knowing what she liked and needed.
Julie straightened and moved to the wall, slipping the panties-little more than a G-string-down as she moved. She stepped out of them. Naked except for blindingly blue hose and matching gold-tooled harem boots, she cupped her breasts delicately and licked her lips in anticipation as she looked at the whip.
Then she turned to face the wall, planting her feet wide apart and raising her arms high above her head. She trembled as her hardened pink nipples brushed the wall, sending electric thrills through her pointed tits.
Ed chuckled as he ran a big hand over the large round balls of her naked buttocks. "Such a nice plump tail for whipping," he said, watching her little shiver. He pinched the taut flesh gently. "Do you really want it, baby?"
"Oh, lover," she whimpered, "please don't tease me.
You know how much I love it. Yes, yes, I want it"
Stepping back, Ed swung the whip. The sound cracked through the room as the leather slapped across both jutting asscheeks and curled around her hips. She "squealed. Her belly slapped wetly against the wall and there was a sudden glisten of perspiration on her body. Panting in masochistic delight, she waited for the lash to fall again.
After a pause to build up her tension, Ed swung once more. The girl cried out and slapped herself against the wall as she felt the stinging lash. Two red welts now crossed the satiny white skin of her buttocks. She tried to clutch the wall, moaning and wagging her hips in helpless invitation for more pain.
"Whew." Ed dropped the whip onto his desk and walked over to the girl. He slid his hands up over her ribs to cup her almost hard breasts, squeezing them far less gently than he would have pressed anyone else's. He kissed the back of her neck. "That's enough, doll. I'm not immune to you, you know. It's business hours, and I'm getting a hard-on."
She dropped her arms from the wall as she swayed back against him, deliberately poking her whipped bottom against his groin. Her fingers lightly touched the hands that imprisoned her breasts while she moved her hips slowly to enjoy the feel of his hard cock against her buttocks. She leaned her head back, pressing her cheek against his.
"Oh Ed . . . I'm always whipped by strangers, and never by the man I love. Don't stop."
He grinned, squeezing her breasts with all his strength. "Julie, baby, you know that's not true. You love being whipped by anybody, and the only way you'd get enough is to be beaten unconscious. Besides, I
whipped hell out of you, only a couple of months ago." He let one hand slide down to caress the soft skin of her tiny belly while the fingers of the other hand teased one tight little nipple.
"But that was two months ago," she pouted. "I want it this month. Besides, it's my turn for you, boss-lover. Linda had you all night."
"How'd you know that so soon?"
She giggled. "I smelled her perfume when I came in." She snuggled in his arms. "Oh honey, if you aren't going to wallop me, at least give me a little sex. I had two contracts yesterday, and both of them were real, real sadists: they came while they were torturing me. I feel empty as a virgin!"
He had to laugh at that thought. Like Linda, Julie was far, far from virginity, and not likely to know anything even resembling that silly state ever again.
Sliding his hands down between her legs, he began to rub gently. She crouched a little, spreading her thighs farther apart to give his hand more room to work on her soft-and delicately hairless-pussy. (The hairlessness gave her contractees the further illusion that she was very young, helpless.)
"Ed?"
"Hm?"
"What's that you're stabbing me in the back with?" He laughed. "Ed?" "Hm?"
"Damnit, if you aren't going to whip me, at least rape me, okay?"
He laughed again. "Okay, baby girl. Let's get our business with Morris done with first, though."
She made a little squeal of pleasure and slipped from
his arms. Her tight breasts jiggled attractively as she ran over to the desk and began fingering the whips with wide-eyed fascination. She took out a nasty-looking cat-o'-nine-tails, each lash knotted at the tip.
"Ed? What if I hand you this? Will you whip me then?"
Ed sighed and walked over to open the door. The salesman sat in the waiting room, working on company reports. He looked up with a smile. "Have you made your selection?"
Ed nodded. "Sorry it took so long. Things got a little involved."
"Think nothing of it That's a common enough occurrence, and I understand perfectly." He rose and followed Ed back into the office, where Julie stood in unconcerned nudity. Morris showed only momentary reaction, then calmly scrutinized the angry marks on her white back.
"This sweet lady has a beautiful complexion for her profession," he observed. He reached out one hand to touch the welt on her back, tracing his finger along the mark. Julie paused in the act of recoiling a two-toned whip, savoring the masochistic thrill of knowing that she interested Mm only as a piece of merchandise. Remaining bent over the whip-case on Ed's desk, she shivered while Morris's fingers moved over her naked body and tested the flesh.
Morris slipped his hand around beneath her to bounce one down-aimed breast. She drew in her breath sharply as her nipple rose in uncontrollable response.
"Well-formed," the salesman commented casually, "and quite firm." He released the object of his interest and gave Ed an inquiring glance. "Does she take it on the tits?"
"Of course. Her whole body is for sale. She'd go insane if it were otherwise," Ed told him,. "She's just the sort of girl everyone in the old days thought was 'sick and had to be 'cured' for their 'own good' and no one cared if it destroyed their sex lives in the process. Now ... she's happy, and she makes her sadistic contract�es happy too, I assure you of that."
"I have no doubt," Morris said, with fervor.
Ed gave him a check and sat still while Morris stowed it away, repacked and closed his case, and departed without another glance at Julie.
Locking the door, Ed turned back to the smiling Julie. He began to remove his jacket, watching her arrange her braid in a tight blonde coil atop her head to leave her body completely unprotected. Damn her masochistic little hide, I'd rather fuck her than switch her! As hei removed the last of his clothing, she ran her gaze over his powerful form with erotic longing. Her small but lusciously made body looked fragile by comparison with that muscled frame.
When he stepped toward her, she reached out a tentative hand to touch his half erected cock. "See?" she pouted, poking her lip out in the way she knew damned well was both childish and erotic. "It isn't even all the way up. The least you could do for both of us is just whip me a few ti. .. "
Before her fingers could make contact with his organ, he gave her what she wanted, but unexpectedly. His hand slapped loudly across her face. She reeled against the wall with a little shriek.
He said what he wanted to say-which was also what she wanted to hear:
"On your knees, you skinny-hipped slut, and suck it until it's big enough to tear you open, then!..."
She obeyed with a delighted look, dropping straight to the floor with utter disregard for her knees. Both hands shot out to curl about his furry scrotum, carefully, gently rolling the hard nuts within. She moved her head swiftly forward until her lips were close to the umbrellalike tip of his penis. Her long, narrow tongue slithered out to lap him, again and again. Instantly his prick responded, throbbing as it rose. Growing bolder, she locked it with increased avidity. It grew high and hard, far more than her mouth could encompass without strangling.
He reached down to grasp her tits, one in each hard hand, and pulled her up. Hanging onto each breast, he led her into the other room and dumped her onto his bed. His penis felt hard as a rock as he fell onto the bed beside her, partially on her. She flowed into his embrace. His powerful arms pulled her roughly against him, his lips mashing brutally against hers. Sighing in contentment, she opened her mouth wide. She took his tongue with little whimpers of desire, thrilling to its exploration of her mouth, imitating his penis as it whipped in and out.
He rolled her over onto her back and she gasped at the feel of his muscular weight on top of her. Spreading willing thighs, she rubbed her body against his, writhing, "Oh, darling, dearest dearest darling ... jam it in! Make it hurt me!"
She forced her hand between their bodies to grasp the throbbing rod in her fingers, then guided the thrusting flesh to the lips of her vulva. He tried; he jerked his hips savagely, crushing her, making her cry out in pain as the big tool rammed halfway into her vagina. Another powerful thrust and it had driven full length into her, bringing her close to the point of fainting. Delighting in
pain, she exercised and used medicinal preparations constantly to tighten her grasping little cunt.
Then their naked bodies were sucking wetly as the mighty piston began driving in and out of her. He wallowed his body on hers, seeking to crush her tight breasts down into her chest, to abrade her nakedly shorn loins with the wiry hair of his groin.
The fire in her belly was building quickly as the girl wrapped her arms and legs around her sweating man and eagerly matched her thrusting hips to the powerful strokes that were jarring her to the brink of rapture. Suddenly, exquisite ecstasy exploded within her as she began the ascending curve of a magnificent orgasm. He drove hard, grinding himself onto her, jamming himself into her hot sheath.
Powerful streams of hot liquid slammed into her as his big prick jerked savagely within her welcoming body.
When they had ceased climaxing, Ed let his full weight rest on her, moving his still-thick penis steadily in and out of her flooded cunt, prolonging her erotic experience. She tightened her legs and arms around his flanks, her soft lips nuzzling him tenderly as she murmured words of endearment.
Gradually, she succumbed to the pleasant fatigue of sexual fulfilment, and her hold on Ed weakened. She protested weakly when he withdrew from her belly. Warm liquid trickled from her vagina and streamed pleasantly down over her crotch to puddle beneath her buttocks.
Ed lifted himself from the girl and stood up beside the bed.
"When do you work, sweetheart?" She spoke softly, sleepily. "Crazy contract tonight Male and female team . . . Martian accent Eight
o'clock. Nothing all day." She yawned, burrowing into his pillow.
Chuckling, he lifted the girl while he threw back the covers. Then he stretched her back on the sheet and drew the covers up over her shoulders. She snuggled into the pillow, smiling, closing her eyes. He bent to kiss her passion-warmed lips.
"Okay, Julie baby, sleep it off."
Entering the bathroom, he turned on the shower and stepped under the cleansing spray for a quick genital bath. He smiled. "Poor Julie! All she wants from life is a good beating and a good fuck . . . about every hour on the hour!" He shook his head.
To a good whore, the client's pleasure came first, and often the girl was left frustrated. They were psychologically conditioned to enjoy everything done to them, in their particular specialty. In Julie's case, enough could never be done. Some of the sadistic clients must have been getting their kicks just from teasing her, making her kneel and grovel and plead. He certainly hoped her contract tonight was a good whipper who took pleasure in his work-two of them? In their work, then.
He placed Julie's clothes on a chair beside the bed, then left, heading across town to a Procurer's Guild meeting.
And he returned to horror.
Chapter Three
"Sure," Linda said, smiling. "Ill go along, Julie. I've never played sadomaz games ... it might be fun."
"Better change clothes and leave a note for boss-Ed," Julie said. "Meanwhile, I'll just pack my case."
When she went out of the building on contracts, Julie carried a little overnighter, like a model's. Within was a change of clothing; in the event her contract�e was a clothes-tearing kind, she had to have something to wear home. There was also an assortment of very slim needles mounted in wooden handles, along with several whips and, lest he wasn't a pro and forgot, assorted ropes and leather straps with buckles. She packed up, thinking about the coming evening with excitement.
The man who'd called, as she told Ed, was certainly from Mars, one of the three settled planets. Although
Man had been on Mars for only two generations, the "Martians"-and so they called themselves, with natural territorial pride-had developed their own slang and distinctive pronunciations. Now he had called back, asking her to bring another girl if possible. She persuaded, without difficulty, Linda to come along. With both her and Julie, as well as the man and his woman companion, it promised to be an evening to remember. She'd enjoy reporting it to Ed, either very much later tonight or in the morning.
Linda left her note and the two girls went to keep a rendezvous that would change their lives, as well as Ed Royse's and several others.
The man was on the short side, taller than Julie but not so tall as Linda. He was slightly built and wore a great deal of hair. He did not tell them his name, but paid in advance as was customary. The woman, who called him Sime, was every bit as tall as he and probably outweighed him a little. She was a big girl, as big as Linda. She looked to be about twenty-nine or thirty, with bunned black hair and dark, sexy eyes. She wore black pants tight enough to have been painted on, and a rather severe white blouse with flaring sleeves. Sime called her Ray, and Julie decided she was probably a Lesbian.
"We want to make a movie with you," Sime said, as they sat sipping the drinks he and Ray provided.
Julie laughed. "We aren't actresses,** she assured him.
"No, I mean we want to make a movie of our . . . activities," he said. "You know ... for our future entertainment Things are a little tighter where we're going."
Julie nodded. She said nothing about recognizing his accent; it he wanted to play mysterious that was his
business. "Weeelll. . ." she began.
"There's a rule about that," Linda said. "It increases the cost of the engagement by sixty percent."
Sime shrugged. "No problem with that," he said, and he counted out the money then and there. Smiling, he waved a hand, cavalier fashion. "Shall we go to the dungeon, then?"
Julie laughed, and chuckled again as they followed him down the steps, with Ray following. It was just a basement, not even fixed up, with big iron supports and iron crossbeams and stone walls. A camera sat waiting on its tripod. Julie saw that it was automatic. She gasped when Sime, at the bottom of the steps, whirled and pointed a finger dramatically at her.
"Strip!" he said.
Julie began, but then she had to wait while Ray positioned her before the cameras, which Sime turned on. Standing there in front of its single inquisitive eye, she peeled. She had never felt so self-conscious before. She was used to undressing before people; a camera was different! But she performed, Sime told her, admirably.
He lifted a little black leather affair, like a smallish pouch.
"Now this sap is filled with cotton," he told Linda, "but when I hit you on the back of the head with it, you must pretend to be unconscious and fall. Is that clear? Don't worry, just let go. Ray will catch you."
With a little frown, Linda nodded. She glanced past the man at the nakedly waiting Julie. Julie shrugged, giving her a small smile. The customer was always right.
"Now, Julie," he directed, "you stand there and Iinda approaches you as though she's a Lesbian. She starts to feel your body, and that's when I come up behind her and pretend to hit her. Do you understand?"
"That sounds easy," Julie said, and she smiled and enjoyed it when Linda caressed and squeezed her super-taut breasts. Then Sime crept up behind the other girl, who was fully clothed. With unconcerned precision he flipped his sap against the back of Linda's skull. Gosh, Julie thought, she's good\ For as the leather sap connected, Linda's eyes suddenly bulged, then rolled up. She shivered, then sighed and started to collapse. The big woman called Ray swiftly caught and eased her to the ground.
"Now just lie there, honey, as if you're completely out of it," she said quietly. Linda did, her eyes closed.
Juhe realized that Sime had not told her what to do after he hit Linda, but she didn't have to worry about it. He gave her a violent shove that sent her staggering back out of the camera's range.
"Now you and I are going to stagger in and out of the scene," he told her, "pretending to fight, while Ray strips and ties up Linda."
She nodded, and instantly he seized her. She struggled. They began stumbling about the basement, as though he were having a hard time subduing her. He should have used Linda for this, Julie thought. She's bigger and ifd be a lot more believable? Oh, well... its fun, though, being an actress!
Ray, meanwhile, rolled Linda over onto her back. Linda remained limp. Ray's hands opened the girl's clothes quickly. She looked up. "Hurrj up and subdue that little slut and help me strip this big bitch," she snapped.
Julie had to turn her head away as |he giggled. She was enjoying herself immensely. Sime had one hand clamped around her wrist and the other on her breast, and she was pretending to scratch at him. He slapped
her. It was a real slap, which did not make her the least bit sad.
"I thought you'd find it more interesting to do it yourself, darling," he told Ray. "You take pleasure in undressing girls."
Out of camera range, Sime muttered, "Now we stagger back, near Ray and Linda, and I'll twist your arm up behind you. You go to your knees, facing right into the camera. I'll twist it for real, so your face will show it."
They performed the little scene while Ray worked Linda's dress off. She lifted the limp body slightly to unsnap the catch of Linda's bra. The redhead's big soft breasts rolled free of their confinement. Ray squeezed one of them, grinning.
"Fantastic tits," she said.
"Don't get hot pants yet," Sime said. "We've got to get her tied first." He was again dragging Julie out of the scene. "Now," he whispered, "I'll force you back in front of the camera, and pretend to knock you out. Just fold up and sort of slide down, to make sure you don't hurt yourself."
Nice guy, she thought, even if he does make nutty movies that are about as phony as twelve dollar bills! But she worried a little; was he going to continue to be so nice, or would she get a little of what she liked? Anyhow, she allowed herself to be forced back in front of the camera. She gasped and tried to roll up her eyes the way Linda had when he pretended to rabbit-punch her, and she sagged to the floor. It was chilly.
She thought Sime and Ray were a little rough as they dragged the naked Linda over to tie her, spread-eagled, between two uprights. A rope over one of the crossbeams and pulled down made certain she was
stretched beautifully, directly facing the camera.
"Make damned sure those ropes are tight," Sime said. "I don't want her fucking things up by tearing herself loose."
Although there was no sound equipment that she could see, Julie assumed that they would dub in the words later, along with some sound effects. They did not stop tying Linda until her legs were drawn well apart, exposing her red-furred loins to the camera. Ray brushed off her hands, stepping back to survey the helplessly spread-eagled girl.
She reached out to cup one big pink-tipped breast, bouncing it in her palm. Her hand ran down over the smooth flesh, caressing the pale abdomen as she turned to Sime. "It's a shame you have to ruin this gash. I could give her a real loving. I bet she'd come like a cannon!"
"You can sex it up with all the girls you want when we're through here," he told her. "Right now, though, there's business to take care of. Keep in mind that we'll make thousands out of this."
Julie was still wondering about that when he came over and bent to flick her nipple with his finger.
"All right, little maz-gal," he said, his head bent so that the camera could not "see" him, "here's where we play the games you love best. Is that cat all right?" "Yes," she whispered, shivering in anticipation. "Good. Pretend to wake up, now, and I'll start whipping you. You show a lot of agony and horror for the first couple of blows. After that, just act as though you like it"
Just act natural, she thought. Then she began pretending to wake up. Wow, she thought, glancing at Linda as she sat up, raising one hand to her head, she is
good! She looks completely limp . . . like she's just hanging there!
Sime had walked over to her ease and taken out the swishy little cat. It wasn't the same as that used centuries ago on sailing ships, huge monstrosities that brought blood from a dozen places, and that very quickly. This one was more like a handful of switches. They stung like fire, and they left stripes and raised welts, but it took a lot to bring blood.
"All right, you see me now," he muttered.
She stood slowly, then looked straight at him and widened her eyes and mouth. He moved into camera range carrying the whip. She shrank back, thumping into the thick upright she knew was within the camera's range. She cowered there nakedly while he swished the multithonged whip through the air. Trembling, she made as if to cover her nudity with her hands.
He sent the leather thongs snaking suddenly out, and she screamed as hghtning flashes of pain streaked across her bare belly and forearms. Multiple red streaks stood out on her flesh, glistening with the first little sheen of perspiration. She didn't have to act; her muscles went weak and she dropped gasping to her knees, clutching her pain-wracked abdomen.
He lashed her again, circling a little to catch her across her unprotected shoulders and upper arms. Nine searing lines of agony brought the tears flowing from her anguished eyes as she tried to crawl away. Damn the man . . . most of them started out slowly. He really swung that cat-o'-nine! Then she remembered her instructions, and she twisted so that the camera could pick up her expression and her moving mouth.
Panting, she stretched her arms over her head to
expose all of the softness of her naked body to his whip. The words came gasping up from her throat:
"Hurt me, master. Hurt me!"
He chuckled and flipped the whip so that it slapped across her upper back, not so hard this time. More like it, she thought. This way her ecstatic responses could build up slowly, the way she liked it best. She hunched her shoulders and leaned forward, then shot out her hands to catch herself, so that she was on her hands and knees. Ah, that was good: he had done the obvious and brought the whip down on her bare bottom.
She attempted to rise to her feet, but the cat-o'-ninetails swished down to strike the small of her back. It curled around her to knife more pain into her belly. She1 screamed, dropping back to her hands and knees. The multiple red stripes stood out sharply on her flesh now. Sobbing even as she wished for more, she crawled toward Linda. That way the camera picked up both her naked, streaked buttocks and the other girl, bound there just as limply as though she really were unconscious.
He placed his booted foot against her full butt and shoved, hard, propelling her forward. She lunged, sprawling outstretched, and winced and groaned as the cement floor abraded her breasts and knees.
"Now wait a damned minute," she cried out. "The whipping's fine, but I don't intend to lose all my skin on this stupid floor!"
Ray had been standing beside Linda. Now she moved swiftly forward, jerked Julie's head up, and slapped her hard across the face.
"Shut up, little bitch!"
"This isn't what I came . . . ahhhhT' Her protest broke off as the cat fell again, onto her buttocks. One strand found its way agonizingly between them. She
grabbed Ray's legs and dragged herself up onto her knees, hoping to totter out of camera range so that he would stop.
Ray jerked her knee up. It seemed to explode beneath Julie's chin, and she went over backward to collapse oh her well-whipped back. Her white body contrasted boldly with the dark cement of the floor; the place was old and the basement was dirty. Her breasts heaved, rising and falling rapidly with her agitated breathing. She moaned.
Sime eyed the elongated pink nipples on the luscious mounds of her chest and grinned. He raised the lash and brought its nine thongs swishing down. Julie shrieked as agony knifed into her tender breasts.
"No, no . . ." she wrapped her arms around her throbbing tits and tried to cry "No" again, but the thongs slashed across her white thighs. Crying and sweating, she jerked over onto her stomach. The whip struck needles of pain into her bare buttocks, crossing the previous stripes it had painted there. Writhing and moaning, she twisted under the lash as it worked steadily on her naked body from shoulders to ankles.
Her reactions underwent first one transformation, then another. First, she began to moan softly, rotating her hips in a sensuous grinding motion as she turned under the whip. She panted in the ecstasy of pain, and suddenly her screams took on a different tone and timbre. Whip marks covered her body and she was in a state of rapture from their torment.
She came.
After that her writhings and her screams and her moans were of pain, not sensuality. The marks of the cat began to form a complicated roadmap pattern, crossing and criss-crossing and criss-crossing, like a careful
artist who is never satisfied with his Crosshatch work until it is almost black, until the lines are so many and so much overlaid that they are barely visible as lines.
Her body took on that aspect. The skin where many thongs had crossed each other's welts many times became bright red, frighteningly shiny. Still the whip fell, and still the camera recorded the scene that had gone from sexual whipping to a cruelty seldom even read of outside the Old Testament.
Then one of the tight-swollen, shiny places burst
Blood oozed.
Another burst and more red trickle marked her. And more, and more, until she was no longer able to scream but was only writhing, moaning softly, covered with her own blood.
Gasping for breath, Sime stepped back and dropped the whip. He and his partner looked at each other across the pitiful body of the girl.
"Is she dead?"
He shook his head. "Passed out I think it's possible that our little masochist finally got enough, Ramona."
"And this one?" She reached out and slapped one of Linda's big breasts in a casual motion. "Is it her turn now, Simon?"
He shrugged. "It is. m just change the film, to make sure we get it all. Why don't you get ready?"
While he worked over the camera, Ramona/Ray bent over the little case they had brought and lifted out a large soldering iron. Checking the connection, she rested it on its little stand while she switched on the compact generator. Again she reached out to tweak one of Linda's nipples. The girl stirred, with a soft moan. Ramona chuckled.
Turning back to Simon/Sme, she said, "The stupid
little whores believed you! And the blonde stood right there while you used that sand-filled sap to knock this big one unconscious!" She laughed.
Simon had completed his work on the camera. While they waited for the soldering iron to heat, he strolled over to examine Linda's body as if it were a beef carcass. He ran his hands over her smooth back, testing the flesh of her buttocks. Walking around in front of the unconscious girl, he squeezed, pinched, and prodded her naked skin. He bounced her breasts, his head on one side as he watched their rippling shimmy.
Then he turned to look at Ramona. For a moment they gazed at one another. Then the big woman stripped off her blouse and the black sling beneath, revealing a set of breasts nearly as large as Linda's and without their slight pendulousness. Grinning, she walked over and picked up the iron, glowing with heat She balanced its weight in her hand, smiled at Simon, and approached the bound girl.
"The left tit first," he said.
The first thing Ed Royse found when he came in was Linda's litde note, taped to the back of the chair behind his desk. He frowned over it:
"Ed: Julie's contract called back and asked for another girl. I've always wondered about the sadism-masochism bit and besides two of us and a man and a woman sounds like ... funnn! See you later."
Still frowning as he thought about it Ed went over and took out a decanter and glass to fix a drink. Then he looked at the note again. He sighed. Leaving the decanter where it was, he strode out of his office and out of the building.
Chapter Four
While Ramona approached the redhead, Simon carried the other girl upstairs and adjusted his hood. This, he thought, was going to be the best damned movie on Mars! These people on Earth didn't know how lucky they were. They had finally grown up. Up on Mars the citizens couldn't do this and couldn't do that. Colonial governments, Simon mused, have always been so damned puritannical!
This would be one movie that would be reed. Not just actresses pretending. They'd really whipped this girl. And now it would be real with the other one, too.
He paused on the steps, watching Ramona. Holding the soldering iron in her hand, the naked-above-the-
waist woman stood gazing at the helplessly suspended body before her. She studied that bound figure, and Simon grinned.
The big redhead was unconscious. The flaming waterfall of her hair streamed down over her total nudity. Her big, large-aureoled and slightly pendulous breasts rose and fell steadily with her deep breathing. They trembled and jiggled on her chest, making Simon's penis jerk. Her nipples looked like red thumbs.
Holding the iron in her left hand, Ray reached out with her right to pinch one of those nipples. The girl stirred in her unconsciousness, emitting a little moan.
"Ununmmm. . . ." The sould trickled from her hps and her eyelids fluttered. Ramona pinched with more force.
The girl awoke. She stared with flashing eyes and accused the big woman of having clobbered her; calmly, glibly, Ray promised her double the money for the realism she had imparted to their film. Appearing somewhat mollified, LiAda asked about Julie. She was calmly told that the other girl was upstairs, taking a break. When she asked about Simon, he descended the steps. Her eyes dropped to the bobbing before him of his naked erection.
"Now here's the rest of the script," Ray told her. "I'm going to be threatening you with this red-hot iron-" She showed it to the girl.
"My god!" Linda shuddered.
"Right. We take you down, shove you to your hands and knees, and he rapes you. That's it."
Linda agreed and was swiftly released. Ray gave her a push, branchshing the soldering iron, and Linda went to her knees, her big naked tits jumping, then dangling beneath her. Ray, iron in hand, pulled up the straight-
backed chair and sat just in front of her, facing her.
And Simon walked swiftly behind her, after checking the cameras. Everything was rolling fine. It would be a beautiful movie, just beautiful. It would make them hundreds of thousands on puritannical Mars. Maybe a million.
He assumed that the cameras would not pick up the grease on his cock. Let the viewers think what he did was even worse than it would be!
Stepping up behind the kneeling girl, he clamped his hands to the swelling sides of her buttocks and, all in the same swift movement, drove his prick straight in between the' white cheeks. She screamed, starting forward and ramming into Ray's leg.
"Aaaaaaaahhh! That... that's not the way it's done! Now wait a minute . . ."
Ray waved the iron and the girl gasped as she felt its heat, close to her face. "Now you wait a minute,'' Ray told her. "You just kneel there and take it, or you get this iron rammed right in between your big hanging tits! That way it'll burn both of 'em."
"But... you ... wait..."
"Shut up! Now you know, Red. We want realism. And you help us ... or else!"
Whimpering, Linda tried her best to make herself relax as Simon forced himself up into the furrow of her buttocks and then into the little slot back there. She cried out again when he achieved thorough penetration, forcing wide the tight locking ring of her anus. Her fingers clawed fruitlessly-and painfully-at the floor. She. swung her hips and groaned in an effort to escape the bludgeoning intruder. She jammed her cheeks so closely together around the pole of his sex that there were visible hollows in each hip.
Fine, Simon thought. Fine! Just makes the movie all the better!
Then, while the girl groaned and Ray held her in check with the terrible menace of the soldering iron, Simon moved and rammed violently, savagely, hurling himself in the out of the tight hot channel of her ass.
He didn't stop until he was coming, and he made sure the cameras recorded that, too. He pulled himself out and shot an arching stream of semen up onto her back.
"All through?" Ray asked sweetly.
He nodded, gasping. The girl remained on her knees, moaning. She, too, gasped, shivering.
"Good then," Ramona said, and she raised the girl's chin with one hand, holding the iron away from her, and slammed a fist into Linda's face. The girl grunted and rolled over onto her side.
Swiftly the two packed up their equipment. On the floor, near a supporting column of old wood and only a few feet from the unconscious Linda, lay the pile of clothing. As Simon started to the steps, Ramona tossed the soldering iron onto the discarded clothes taken from the two girls. Simon didn't even notice. At the top of the steps, Ramona closed and carefully locked the door.
"So much for the evidence and that big-titted bitch," she muttered, And aloud; "We've got forty minutes to catch the Marsliner!"
They left, running. Behind them the well-beaten Julie lay huddled on the floor, near the basement door. From under it, smoke seeped.
Chapter Five
Ed Royse didn't know whether he'd made it in time or not. First he'd rushed in to find Julie, terribly whip-marked, and then the smoke and crackling sounds from the basement door had drawn his attention. The key was still in the lock. He had rushed down the steps, squinting against the flames and coughing in the eddying smoke, and bellowed out his rage and horror when he found Iinda. Now, having brought her up and slammed the door in an effort to contain the flames, he kept darting glances at her silent, fire-blackened form lying on the floor where he'd had to lay her.
First he called the hospital. Yes, they'd rush an ambulance. Then, grinding his teeth, Ed called his brother-and-partner, Dan.
Swiftly Ed told him what he'd found. "Julie's not too
bad. In a few days, with plenty of medication on the whipmarks, she'll be fine and wishing she weren't marked up so she could get some more of the same. But Linda. . . ." He shook his head sickly. "The place is afire, Dan. She's been burned, badly burned. I've called an ambulance. But... if she isn't dead ... if she doesn't die ... she .. . she'll be better off. God, she'll be scarred." "Ed . . ."
"Dan, I want those people. They're from Mars, that's all I know. I'm going after them. The business is in your hands, little brother, until I get back. You and the accountant handle things."
"Hey, wait a minute, Ed! Call the poiicel All you have to do is get those two held up at the spaceport..."
"I said I want them, Dan! 111 be gone awhile; Mars is over a month's trip. But Til be back, don't worry. But NOT until I, personally, have got those two, and made them suffer. Goodbye, Dan."
"Ed . . ."
Ed blanked the screen and turned to check Linda. His feeling was one of utter, horrible helplessness. He didn't know what the two had done before, but they had left her locked in the basement to die, to be burned alive. He had carried her up, but now he was afraid to touch her. Maybe they had succeeded. If they hadn't... she'd be better off dead.
"So are they," he muttered grimly, kneeling between Julie and Linda. He wouldn't allow Julie to look at the other girl, but merely asked her quiet questions while he stroked her trembling head. Eventually he heard the siren.
The ambulance arrived outside and disgorged its swift, superefficient attendants. They, too, made gasping
exclamations at the ghastly things the fire had done to Linda and her beauty. But they went swiftly to work examing the still body.
"She's alive" one of them said, and Ed considered jumping to the girl, pressing his gun against her head, and pulling the trigger. Surely she'd be better off dead.
"God," another said. "But . . . Doc Sill's been wanting to try the combination of new treatments . . . here's his opportunity."
Another of the medmen was squatting beside Julie, giving her an exodermic injection: anesthetic plus antiseptic plus anti-infectant.
Ed quietly left the basement before anyone could ask him questions. Julie could tell them later. He had places to go. There'd be no returning to the apartment, no packing, no last minute arrangements or conference with Dan and the girls and the accountant. That was done. Dan could handle it, and he would. Or else. Nothing had ever taken hold of Ed this way: he had to do this himself. He'd track them to the ends of the universe if necessary.
He thought furiously after he'd put his car on autopilot and was whipping toward the spaceport. Mars. Just another frontier, now, but different from all the others in man's history. There had been no original owners to murder and crowd out in order to steal their land. There was one big spaceport, a couple of minor ones, privately owned, and one major city, Urbanova, along with a scattering of small towns and camps. And, of course, the Terran League fleetbase.
The people were a mixed bag, colonists and businessmen and miners and their descendants, along with the families of fleet personnel. But they called themselves Martians, and they were making noises,
some of them, about independence from the League. Which was ridiculous; nothing like that would happen for many, many years.
From Julie he'd got the meager information: descriptions of a man called Sime and a woman called Ray or Raye. Maybe they were false names, maybe not. That was one of the things he'd have to find out. Sime ... Simon, maybe? And Ray or Raye... well, he had no idea what her name might be. He'd seen her, though. He'd recognize her in a crowd of a million, he was sure. Just the thought of that glowing soldering iron in her hand and of the horror of Linda's body made him shudder.
I'll get them. And it will be old-time personal justice, even if I get psycho-conditioned for it. I'll make them suffer. Just don't let anything silly happen to them. Don't let them have an accident, or get caught. Save them for me!
It was obvious what they'd been doing. He knew about the blue laws on both settled planets, Mars and Venus. The two had decided to make a rush trip down to Earth, make a sadistic movie to end all sadistic movies, and probably splice in sound, dialogue, and a fucking scene later. Back on Mars, they'd make a fortune with their one illegal film-much more illegal than anyone would ever know! Those people up there would marvel at the awful realism of the film.
If they ever saw it. Ed Royse intended to see that they did not
Luck was not with him, though, as he arrived at the sprawling spaceport.
He knew that trail of flame leaping up toward the stars had to be the Marsliner. And on board it-his
quarry, surely. He left the car on the heliport roof and hurried through the terminal to the flight desk. A little lying about his "sister," with a precise description of Ray, a brief description of her "husband" with a description of Simon, a sad face and some talk about their dying brother-and the clerk broke down and broke the rules. Yes. That couple had just left, and he was terribly sorry. The trip would take just over six weeks. And another ship would not be leaving for Mars for three weeks.
Ed strode back through the terminal, oblivious to the humanity that moved all about him, oblivious to the female glances in his direction, attracted by his big frame and roughly good-looking face. He took his car out to the edge of the field, to where a half dozen signs proclaimed the existence of a half dozen small and privately owned cargo ships. These babies took on Marsbound cargo without asking questions, and they charged one hell of a price. And they got it. Many of the cargoes they carried were illegal, or could not, for one reason or another, be shipped out on a big commercial liner. The hot rodders carried contraband, often, and because a lot of it needed to get through, despite laws and rules, the government pretended the hot rodders didn't exist.
"Yeah, jack," a walrus-mustached man told him, inhaling deeply on a maryjane cigar, "there's a ship leaving in about two shakes. Slot five, the Sybil, Bill and Sonya Galagher's ship."
"I know 'em!" Ed ran.
They had been contract�es several times, Bill and Sonya. They were an interesting couple, both short, both very fair, both AC-DC. They were something to see
when they went into sexual action. Ed hoped they were as good in space. He'd get on that ship, no matter what it took.
It took a lifetime pass to his girls, two thousand bucks, and his agreement to (1) abide by their no-clothes rule when in space and (2) tell no one, but no one, how he'd got to Mars or what the ship had handled.
"What are you hauling, Bill?'*
Bill shrugged, pocketing Ed's two thousand. "I dunno. Sealed cargo, non-RA."
Ed nodded. Bill had agreed to transport a sealed cargo, without knowing what it was-other than that it was not radioactive. Drugs, maybe. Maybe something so prosaic as clothing, luxury stuff or ... movies? It didn't matter to Ed. He climbed aboard with the husband-wife hot rodder team, and within fifteen minutes the ship, most of its space given over to cargo, was sweeping away from Earth and out toward the star-studded blackness of infinity.
Chapter Six
There was little resemblance between the ship Ed Royse boarded for the Mars trip and the one on which Ramona and Simon were passengers. Theirs was a luxury Marsliner, with every facility the old ocean vessels had offered, mcluding a swimming pool. The big ship's gyros maintained gravity, so that neither swimmers nor water floated in airless, gravityless space.
Once they were aboard it took Ramona less than thirty minutes to sonoshower her fine big body and less than fifteen minutes to get into a "swimsuit." (The cannister contained a hanky-sized bottom, black, that tied on both hips and left about a third of her cheeks bare above, and another third bare beneath the slender black strap. Also kwik-aply paint. She used that to decorate her left nipple and aureole black, with
radiating lines of red, and her right one red with black lines.)
It took her another thirty minutes to find and put the maVf* on the diminutive brunette in the pool. Debbie wore a fascinating suit; it was one-piece, white, and looked quite modest-except that all she wore beneath the short skirt was skin. Their conversation was very brief; Ramona counted on her natural animal magnetism, and it did not fail her.
As she lowered her mouth, Debbie half closed her eyes, making no effort to draw away. She sighed as the full, warm hps touched hers. Her mouth opened slightly, and Ramona's tongue darted inside. Feeling the big woman's hand slide under the skirt of her suit, Debbie drew in her breath sharply, but she spread her thighs slightly as expert fingers probed at her crotch. She absorbed the kiss with sounds of pleasure, wiggled her hips slightly against Ramona's hand, and sighed when the big woman's other hand fondled her breast through the cloth of her suit.
"My ... god ... you work ... fast!"
Ramona nodded, smiling and making no attempt to remove her hand from the girl's soft pussy.
Gazing at her with wide green eyes, Debbie touched her tongue to her lips. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and signified her decision by nodding. "We're just a little public here, lover."
Ramona shrugged. "My cabin. As soon as you change. 39-B."
"Thirty-nine B?" Debbie said, cocking her head and grinning. "That's about your size too, isn't it, Ray?"
Ramona shook her head with a return smile, "Just thirty-eights," she said, and helped the girl out of the ship's pool. It and its sides were so full of others making
out that few noticed or paid any attention to the quick Lesbian agreement. Ramona and Debbie headed for their cabins.
Ramona moved swiftly, her anticipation running high, but she was just getting off the last of the paint when she heard the knock at the door. Grinning, she whipped an abbreviated robe about herself and tied the sash as she headed through her two-room suite. She opened the door. Debbie had moved fast. Her suit was gone and in its place she wore a nanomini-from nanosecond, meaning the tinest portion thereof-that covered her from crotch to neck. She peeked past Ramona.
"Hey Ray, nice little apt you've got here . . . unh! That feels nice!" She smiled with unrestrained pleasure as Ramona cupped her breast and squeezed it gently, drawing her into the cabin and closing the door.
"You mean this?" Ramona squeezed both the girl's breasts and pushed hard at the satiny fabric of the nanomini, forcing it and her finger into the cleavage. Debbie helped by thrusting her bosom forward.
"Um, yes. Nice," she murmured. "I love to be touched all over." She arched an eyebrow at Ramona, "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
"You don't waste any time, little girl," Ramona said, with delight. She slipped her arms around the girl's waist and drew her close, feeling the warmth of her body through the fragile fabric. She lowered her head to the softly waiting lips and Debbie opened to receive the probing tongue. She wriggled as it explored her teeth and caressed her tongue.
Panting, the smaller girl slid her arms around Ramona's neck and strained tightly to her big body. Ramona plunged her tongue rhythmically in and out of
the girl's ovaled lips. Meanwhile, she explored Debbie's back, finding it bare; the dress was closed in front, open in back to the top of her buttocks. Ramona slipped a finger between their tops, making Debbie wiggle against her.
Debbie pulled her lips away, breathing heavily as Ramona found the closure of her super minidress and opened it. Debbie's fingers quickly undid the sash Ramona had only just tied. She pulled the robe open, sliding her arms about the other woman's waist. Coursing her hands over the satiny flesh, she rained kisses on the full, firm breasts. Her hps closed over one jutting nipple. She sucked it into her mouth and Ramona gasped as it was grated gently over Debbie's teeth. Debbie grinned up at her.
"I like it with big girls," she said.
"How about with men?"
Debbie shrugged. "Either . . . but right now it's all you." And she sucked hard.
Ramona wriggled her shoulders, dropping her arms. Her robe fluttered to the floor. Then she peeled the tiny dress off the other girl, revealing her clad in a lacy bra and no pants. Debbie grinned when Ramona looked significantly at her shaven crotch.
"I think breasts can always use a little support," she said. "Hate to strain the muscles. But who needs covered pussies?"
Ramona's only reply was a wordless sound from her throat as she jammed her lips onto the other woman's. It opened in eager surrender. Ramona was panting and working her tongue rapidly in the girl's willing mouth as she clutched at the edge of the lacy brassiere, her knuckles pressing into the soft mound beneath.
"Tear it off, lover," Debbie breathed, and Ramona
chuckled and pressed her close. She tore it, the cup ripping away in her strong hand. The strap popped as she jerked it down from a smooth white shoulder. When her hand closed on one soft ivory mound of tit flesh* Debbie uttered soft little moans of delight The strong fingers fondled and molded the palpitating flesh. Swiftly the pink tip lengthened and hardened against her palm.
Ramona slipped her tongue from Debbie's mouth, enjoying the feel of the girl's soft breasts against her, and ran it across her cheek before probing wetly into her ear. Debbie shuddered with pleasure. Holding her arm tightly around the girl's waist Ramona tore away the remainder of the bra. She ran her hand over the soft, elastic flesh.
"You need support like I need more height pussycat God, you're a sexy bitch!"
"Uh... so good, ripping off my bra... rape me.. ,n Debbie leaned weakly against her, her eyes tight shut Ramona was delighted at the invitation. She thrust one hand between their trembling thighs. The girl she held spread her legs and squealed with delight when the hand roughly grabbed her hairless crotch and massaged it firmly. "Uh ... ah ..."
Ramona nuzzled her neck. "You really like that,
baby? You like having your pussy scrubbed?" She was
panting, and sweat glistened on her forehead.
"Ahh ... god, Ray . .. just. .. do me ... rape me ""
- - .
"Okay, pussycat you asked for it!" Ray whispered hoarsely, and sent a stiff finger ramming past the unprotected vulva and deep into the girl's vagina. Debbie cried out in astonishment and pain at the sudden intrusion. Sweat broke out on her naked body. Ray effectively silenced her outcries by pressing their lips
together and tongueing strongly while the vagrant finger manipulated the tissues within Debbie's soft cunt, bringing a sudden appearance of lubricating fluid. The girl's thighs trembled uncontrollably as she willingly accepted the fierce lovemalring.
Just like a man, she thought, her eyes tightly closed. As good as a man . . . but with nice fat tits ... a man with a man's name ... Ray ... I'll call her "he" ...
Taking a shuddery gulp of air, Ray held the girl close to his/her naked body. A hand slid under Debbie's knees and she was swung up into the air and carried into the adjoining room. She clung to her carrier, her hps pressed to what she tried hard to think of as "his" big breast.
The bedroom was dimly lit by illumination coming from the door. In the semidarkness, Ray laid the girl down on the bed and fondled her, enjoying the erotic writhing, the murmured sounds of pleasure. Ray kissed the soft white body, then moved onto the bed in a fluid motion. They welded their bodies together. Hard nipples stabbed at each other's breasts as their mouths met in a moist kiss. For a moment, they nibbled at each other's tongues, rapturous sounds gurgling in their throats. Then Ray slid a hand over the sweat slippery back and forced a knee between Debbie's thighs. They opened obligingly.
The girl sighed ecstatically as she felt the firm leg muscle against her crotch, and she pumped her hips slowly, rubbing against it. The leg's owner slid soft lips from Debbie's, and on down over the creamy flesh to the softness of a rounded breast. Sucking hard, Ray pulled the nipple up into her warm mouth, nibbling at the hard point as the girl squirmed and murmured rapturously.
Ray then bathed that clever tongue over Debbie's ribs and down to her belly, curling it into a tiny naveL The girl's stomach muscles rippled and jerked spasmodically under the strange caress. Ray rubbed a soft cheek against that sweating belly. She moved further down.
Feeling Ray's lips working just above and then down beside her smooth vulva, the girl bit her lip and grunted out little animal sounds of desire. Then the tongue licked down the center crease, and back up, just within the lips, to touch her clitoris. She squealed, jerking. Her movements were a plea for more clitoral playing.
Ray's tongue worked rapidly around and over the pleasure button, lapping it, bringing it alive. Debbie arched her hips against the invading wetness of warm flesh. With a whimper, she abandoned all pretext of being loved by a man; no man would be so gentle with the ignition switch of her passion. She wriggled her body until she was facing the other woman, then pushed her face between the firm thighs. Ramona lifted her leg to make room for that sweet little mouth to force itself against her cunt. The soft lips touched her vulva and the darting tongue was a lightning bolt of ecstasy. She groaned, shuddering.
Pulling her head away from Debbie's smooth mound, She reached down to hold the girl's head against her, panting. "Yes, god, yes! Eat it... chew on it... it's so good . . ."
The two women squirmed and squealed in mutual delight, plunging their agile tongues into each other's hot, wet bodies. Their hips worked continuously, striving to meet the attacks of mutually stabbing tongues. Rapture climbed to almost unbearable levels in their churning abdomens.
They struggled, fighting, chewing on each other's
vulva as each forced the other to a climax. Debbie emitted a sudden strangling shriek and shoved her tongue deep to palpitate Ramona's vagina as her own belly exploded in a soundless symphony of sexual release. The piercing, suddenly ferocious tongue triggered Ramona's sweat-sinning body. A surge of ecstasy poured through her as she was plunged into an excruciating orgasm that approached the level of pain.
Their bodies undulated sensually together as the two women prolonged the exquisite and ecstatic release to its highest degree of fulfillment.
Completely exhausted, they lay in trembling contentment, each with a head still between the other's thighs. Their tongues avoided the now supersensitive clitorises, licking languidly into each other's love channels, savoring the last juice of their bodies' conquest. They sagged on the bed, limp and happy, drifting toward sleep.
Before Debbie returned to her own cabin they had loved twice again, and Ramona had the surprised girl's agreement to a special party. The third guest would be Simon, her partner, who was at the moment quite pleasurably occupied in his own cabin.
He had found the girl a remarkably easy pickup in one of the ship's two bars. Or perhaps not remarkably. This was not, after all, the repressed Twentieth Century, and the great interplanetary liners were favorite bed-bouncing headquarters for those with money. It was not that he and his Lesbian partner actually had the money, of course. But they were not broke, and once they put into distribution to private customers the flaming hot sadistic film they'd shot with those two Earthside sluts, they'd be on the street called Easy.
The girl he picked up in the ship's main bar was one
who already had all she wanted-inherited. She was just out of creche, meaning she was twenty or slightly older, and meaning she was used to plenty of sexual activity-with others her age. Now, on her way back to her birthplace on Mars, she was ready to turn to an older man, and Simon Rawledge was the right man at the right place at precisely the right moment. Ewie had just turned off an attractive male her own age; she was tired of males her own age.
"Love to have a drink with you," she smiled in answer to his age-old question, and she watched him sit beside her.
Their interests were mutual, they quickly discovered. Bed. They could hardly wait to finish the drink and hurry off to his cabin, where Ewie was most superlatively fucked.
"How ... old are you?" she murmured, as she drifted off to sleep in the circle of his arm. "Please ... I mean really."
"I've been regenerated once," he admitted, deciding that she wanted the honesty she requested. He looked about thirty, of course; the regeneration had seen to that. "I'm fifty-seven." Which meant he was young. With science, medicine, lack of population pressure, and regeneration, life expectancy on Earth was now 200.
"Ummm," she sighed, "I'll never let a kid touch me again." And she went to sleep. He did, a moment later, and awoke to the feeling of a pressure against his hps. He opened his eyes to see the girl's face close to his. Evvie laughed softly. "How many kisses does it take to wake you, lover?"
He smiled, sliding his arm down to pat her naked bottom. "You just found out." He wondered briefly what time it was, but it didn't matter. IDs hands
caressed her, one on her shoulder and the other on one tight little buttock that was almost hard in its muscled firmness. He liked this type of girl: small, slim, with almost angular hips and tight, smallish breasts. Perhaps it was in reaction to his big partner-whose superbly constructed body he thought was wasted in Lesbianism.
Their hps met in a long kiss and he realized, belatedly, that she had somehow straddled him without awakening him. He smoothed a hand over her soft, deeply tanned back, and she moved her hips, back and forth, brushing his pelvis with her furry loins. His penis began to harden in swift response to the feathery caress of that soft down, and she giggled. He hoisted her above him, gripping her shoulders.
"What's on your mind, little girl?"
She braced her hands on either side of his chest and lowered herself, shrugging her shoulders so that the stiffening nipples of her swaying breasts brushed his chest The nipples were protruberant, set in swollen-looking aureolae that she had painted deep blue-and which she had assured him was nontoxic paint. Apparently it was. It was also, he had learned with surprised delight pineapple flavored.
"You know, loverman," she whispered, her eyes fixed on his. They seemed to glint sparkling. "I want more of that fine cock of yours. You loved me beautifully . . . now it's my turn, don't you think?"
He nodded, raising his hands to cup the soft pendants of flesh thrusting from her chest. He molded them while she watched his face with that sensual intensity. She began to breathe rapidly as her nipples tightened and thrust out between his fingers. She spread her legs wider and arched her back so that her soft furry vulva pressed against his cock. Her eyes half closed, her face assuming
an expression of serious concentration, she centered her attention on him and the things being done to her lithe body. He raised his knees, pushing gently with his palms against her shoulders.
With a smile of pleasure she rose above him in a supple, languid motion. Still astride his waist, she rested her hips against his thighs and grasped his fully extended penis in both her slim-fingered hands. He saw her tingling thrill, watched her smile. She held the thick shaft between her legs while she began to spread her knees, lowering herself.
He watched her sink down on it, watched his erection touch her mound and spread its soft hps. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and her breathing quickened as his penis began its penetration. He was fascinated, watching his cock slowly disappear up into the girl while she lowered herself. She released it from her hands, which she braced against her trembling thighs. She grinned at him, then chuckled as she gradually impaled herself on intensely hard hotness. She sighed.
She came to rest on him. Her pubic hairs were mingled with his. His penis was completely imbedded in her body. Weakly she leaned back against his thighs. Her eyes were filled with delight and wonder at the big throbbing shaft in her belly as she cupped her breasts and gazed down at him. Her thumbs roamed the hard tips of her tits.
"Umm," she breathed, "it's so big and so strong, lover!"
She inhaled sharply, eyes flaring, when he abruptly pulled his hips down and jabbed upward. She raised herself slightly, giving him more room for movement, then closed her eyes in pleasure as the big shaft began to slide rhythmically in and out of her. She moaned with
delight, smiling down at him. Slowly she stretched her arms over her head and sucked in her belly as the rigid pole of sex pummeled her vagina.
He bent his head forward to watch the deep red of his prick slide in and out of her petal-pink lips, enjoying the erotic contrast. Lowering her arms, she caressed herself in sensual abandon, sighing as the warmth increased inside her. Her skin gleamed with perspiration, now, and she was panting a little in exertion, receiving the powerful tool again and again. Smiling at him, she pressed her hands to her lower belly in an effort to feel the rhythmic penetration of her depths. She curled her body forward a little so that she, too, could watch herself being screwed.
Her eyes were delighted at her body's ability to take his big cock and swallow it up. She gazed with pleasure at its length, wet with her body's liquids, sliding in and out of her. She began to agitate herself with an abandoned tempo calculated to thrust him over the edge.
Suddenly, he slammed his penis deep into her and held out his hands. Resting her small hands in his, she allowed herself to be pulled downward. She was whimpering with anticipation, wriggling her hips until her soft and well-parted vaginal lips were jammed tight against the base of his cock. Her widespread thighs trembled as she lay limply against his chest. His arms enfolded her quaking body. The sensuous girl knew that she was going to come before her lover, and that she could not control it.
An electric thrill suffused her abdomen. She wriggled in ecstasy, gasping as wave after hot wave of orgasm rolled over her. Then the thick stalk within her belly began jerking, hard. Hot Kquid pulsed against the walls
of her vagina, sending her orgasm to an even higher stage. Panting with rapture, she tried to make sounds, then gave up and shuddered under the impact of wave after wave of total ecstasy.
Through languid eyes, she gazed at her hand, slim fingers tangled in the dark hair on his chest. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Umm! What a way to wake up! What a lover!"
"Your lover," Simon said, "is empty. Somebody'd better mix a drink or two to replenish my body liquids."
She laughed, raising herself from his chest. "Okay, sweet. Unspike me."
He withdrew his deflating penis, and semen poured from her vagina to flow over his abdomen. She gasped. "Ugh! I'm a waterfall!"
Simon patted her on the tail. "Take a shower and mix us some drinks, woman!"
While she was in his sonoshower the vidiphone buzzed, and he took the call from Ramona, then made another of his own, a very private call.
Chapter Seven
f inda had no way of knowing she'd been unconscious for over two weeks, or that she had just made medical fcistory. She merely awoke. She had a fleeting memory of agony before that memory nosedived into her mbconscious. She looked around. I'm in a hospital! Weil the first thing I want to do, she thought, not lnowing why that frightened her a little, is to see a mirror!
She swung her legs over the side of the bed to stand up-and staggered, falling back against the bed. What
The mirror answered her. It wasn't just that she was several inches shorter, or that the girl in the mirror sazed back at her with a wide-eyed look of girlish
surprise. The nose was small and delicate, set above a partially opened girlish mouth. And her breasts! After all the hormones she'd filled herself with to get a fine pair of tits to make men happy-they were gone\
"My ... god! What've they done to me?"
Her face and her figure were those of a girl of fifteen or so . . . and a slow developing girl (she had been) at that!
"M-my contract�es wouldn't . . . wouldn't even recognize me!"
"You'd better get down there to her," Doctor Sill said, as he and Nurse Nita watched the girl on the hospital's closed-circuit televue system.
"Will... will she be able to stand this, doctor?"
He sighed. "She'd never have been able to stand herself otherwise. You saw her. Face and body, burned to an overall mass of scar tissue. We had to try to make her well again ... but she'd have gone insane if we'd left her that way. Just as she'd have the screamy-weamies right now if she weren't loaded up with Psychotranque-C."
"Zombie," Nita said, watching the girl on the screen; Linda was feeling her "new" face with both hands, her eyes very wide.
"Zombie," Sill shrugged. "Yes, that's the layman's word for it. Anyhow, she had to be taken back this way. It was the only way to get enough of her own tissues to repair what had been done, without spending ten years doing it So, our pet patient has become the first twenty-six-year-old ever to be regenerated." He raised his eyebrows in a rueful expression. "No one ever thought of it's being necessary ... no one ever thought of using regeneration this way!"
He nodded. "She's about sixteen. An underdeveloped sixteen, actually . . . she had used hormonates to grow those big breasts she had."
"Doctor ... the psychological effect?"
"Part of it's up to you, part of it's up to Psychotranque-C and part of it's up to her own mind. She should be fine. It'll take a bit of adjusting, quite a bit of it, and that's your job."
The nurse looked wistfully at him. "I see. It isn't enough that you saved her life, kept her alive when she should have been dead, but. . ."
"They did that shit in the Twentieth Century," Doctor Sill snapped. "Human vegetables, kept alive for no earthly reason, because they couldn't cure them, just postpone death."
"Yes, doctor. But you have cured her, repaired her when she looked as though she'd been through the Chicago Fire. And she'll be okay?"
"With your help, Nita. As long as she can stand being sixteen or so again. She'll be no less sexy, I'll tell you mat. Sexually oriented, I mean. The hormones she used lo plump up her bosom saw to that, along with her normal makeup, which is sensual." He sighed, watching the girl on the screen squeeze one very firm teenaged breast. "There is one problem. She's an adult, but she isn't That is, she was born twenty-six years ago, but she's sixteen. There's no law to cover that sort of thing ... this is all a brand new procedure."
"Are we in for . . . trouble?"
"We are arranging for her to have papers certifying mat she's a Protek, a protected juvenile, and entitled to live outside the government creches. Meanwhile, keep track of her, Nita."
She nodded.
"Starting now," he said, and switched off the screen as the nurse rose and hurried from the televue room.
Psychotranque-C or not, the girl was ready to raise hell and throw a fit. But Nita knew how to handle that. All she had to do was make use of the drug the girl had been pumped full of.
"You could have been twenty-six and hideously scarred," she said, "or perfect and sixteen. Now you're a doll, and there isn't a scar on you."
"But . . ."
"Hush up, Linda! Eat the breakfast I brought. All of it."
Linda nodded. "Yes ma'am." And that was the end of it; she was unable to disobey. That was the reason psychotranque-C was called Zombie. The subject wasn't really a mindless automaton ... but her mind could not disobey commands. Linda sat down and ate her breakfast.
They could not keep her under the drug forever, and Doctor Sill's instructions were specific. Linda was Nita's) responsibility, and he would not so much as monitor the girl hereafter. So, when Linda awoke crying that night, Nita went in to her, lack of uniform or not. She went to bed and comforted the girl with the long red hair,, rocking her and crooning to her, her arm around Linda's bare shoulders. Sobbing, Linda burrowed closer, like a pup seeking its mother's warmth.
Nita held her close, stroking her.
Like most healthy women of her century, Nita could swing either way.
Linda was, as Doctor Sill had said, a highly sexed girL And she was in need of comfort and warmth,
One thing led to another.
Linda watched in wonder as the other woman's face
approached hers. Her hps were parted when Nita's touched hers, and she trembled as she inhaled the nurse's delicate perfume. Closing her eyes, the girl emitted a little sound of surprise as Nita's tongue pressed for entrance to her mouth. Weakly, she opened, surrendering to the invasion. She caressed the exploring tongue with her own, shivering with pleasure at the experience.
Nita withdrew her tongue and sat back a litde, frowning at the girl in the dark. Linda clung to her. "A little girl thing never hurt anyone." Nita murmured. "And it won't damage your brand new cherry." She pulled open her gown.
Linda gazed at the lovely breasts with their big dark areoles, very conscious of the comparatively inadequate proportions of her own adolescent body. She felt a twinge of envy as she surveyed the perfectly developed adult figure, from the glistening black hair to the well-tanned flesh and delicately turned ankles. Nita stretched out her arms. Linda fell into them.
One part of Linda's mind told her that this was not real, that it couldn't be real. Not her. But-it was, and her teenaged body, turbulent with young emotions, was erotically ignited by the adult knowledge that remained below the surface of her mind. Her stomach muscles jerked involuntarily as their bare bodies touched.
"Don't be afraid," Nita whispered. "It's all right, all lovely."
As Nita's arms enfolded her, Linda knew that she had been afraid. Nearly all her adult experience had been canceled out by her sudden awakening in this younger body. She felt Nita's hands tenderly caressing her bare back, and she raised her hps to meet those descending upon them. Her juvenile breasts pressed against the
softer, larger demiglobes of the nurse. She opened her mouth to receive the warmth of Nita's passionate kiss. As the tongue bathed the inside of her mouth, Linda strained her belly against the older girl's, sliding her arms up around her neck. Her body went weak with surrender.
Nita's hands moved softly over her naked back, drifting down to caress her hips. Linda gasped out a little sound of pleasure when their loins touched and she felt Nita's knee thrust insistantly between hers. The leg moved further, and Linda began rubbing her crotch against it. A glow seemed to flicker in her belly. Moaning, she gave in completely to the needs, the demands of the young body that was now hers. Her years of experience floated away and she thrilled to passions that were new to her. Tightening her thighs on the wonder between them, she pumped her hips in mounting ecstasy.
Linda whimpered when Nita, quivering and breathing rapidly, withdrew her leg from between the pressing young thighs. She turned the girl around on the bed, then enveloped the eager young body in her arms. The full length of their nakedness pressed together as their mouths met in an urgent kiss. Panting and squirming together, they moved their hands ceaselessly over each other's smooth white skin. Perspiration began to gleam on their bodies as Linda ground her virgin pussy up against Nita's.
Doctor Harry Sill had not intended to watch. He had merely flicked on Linda's screen, flooding her room with ultraviolet light so that he could check her before he retired. But now he stared, unable not to watch as those two bodies squirmed together like a bed full of loving snakes. His penis erected strongly, and he was
not even conscious of touching it. Lord, what an ass he was; he had never noticed what a set of tits Nita had under her stiff-fronted uniform. And that ass-lovely!
It was beginning to tighten and loosen, wiggling from side to side, even as he stared with glowing eyes.
little squeals of delight came from Linda's throat as she felt the nurse's vulva press softly against hers. Sucking avidly at each other's mouths, they hunched and jerked. Nita's hips pumped rhythmically. Their bodies slapped wetly against each other, dampening the sheets with their perspiration.
Watching, Harry Sill could tell by the little jerks of her body and by the sounds she made that Iinda was feeling a mounting tension in her genitals, suffusing her abdomen with a growing fire of ecstasy. He touched the rockhard length of his penis, which was tenting his trousers urgently.
Nita was breathing hotly, the sounds of her passion mingling with those of the girl she rubbed in tribadic love. Linda's tight young body trembled uncontrollably and her insides tightened into an unbearable knot.
Then, abruptly, the knot unravelled in a soundless explosion that shook through Linda's body, thrilling through her organs in electric waves of sheer delight. Successive tides of extravagant wonder spread through her as her jolting orgasm soared to a peak and began the slow descent to languour.
Nita lay weakly atop the young girl, rubbing her sweating cheek against her, panting in exhaustion. "Oh, baby doll, I could almost give up men after that!"
She touched Linda's hps tfghtly, but the girl was too much lost in ecstatic after effect to respond. When the youthful thighs sank satedly from her, Nita slipped off the bed. In a few minutes of rustling fabric, she resumed
her gown. Closing the shade to make certain the morning sun did not waken the girl, she unlocked the door and left quietly. Linda stirred slightly, smiling in her dreams.
As she opened the door to her own room, Nita jumped at the sudden voice in her ear: "I have a severe swelling here that I need you to reduce for me, nurse," Doctor Sill said, squeezing her breast, and then she turned with a delighted smile to pull him into the room and close the door after them. He screwed the living hell out of her.
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Chapter Eight
Ed Royse had known what would happen when he snipped out with an AC-DC couple who wore no clothes in space and insisted that he emulate them. He was right.
Once the ship was in space and the course plotted and tbe automatic astrogation in control, there was very irde to do on a spaceship, big or little. Bill and Sonya, ��rurally, turned to sex. Ed began to think he'd been taken. They were delighted to have him aboard. He should have charged them, rather than paid them for taking him aboard!
There was no "day" or "night" in space, but it was 0tai second night out, according to the clock, when Sonya stole into his tiny cabin, kissed him briefly, and
then did a thoroughly competent and dehghtful job of going down on him. He shot off enough semen into her mouth to drown a less sensual woman. When she had finished, and both of them were gasping, she swallowing steadily; Ed looked up to see Bill standing in the arched hatchway. Ed waved. Bill waved a languid hand back.
"Good cocksucker, isn't she?" he said, and he went back to bed.
The ice had been broken, and a few hours later the three of them were involved in a sweating scene. Ed was hetero, and he was not too anxious to enter into Bill's homo games, but Bill understood. He wanted it. So he knelt on the edge of the bunk, and Sonya bestrode his waist, sitting on his back and facing rearward. Thus Ed had a woman to kiss and squeeze and lovely breasts to toy with, making both her happy and him happy, while he made Bill-and himself, truth to tell-happy by ramming himself in and out of the man's upturned ass. It was no less hot and tight than a woman's, and Ed went weak and trembly very quickly. While Sonya strained him close, he spurted up into her husband's anus, groaning and listening to Bill's groans.
"Too bad you're such a bigot," Bill said a few hours later, as they made a useless check of the cargo hold. Everything was fine, naturally.
"Bigotl"
Bill shrugged. "Sure. You only screw women. That's prejudice if I ever heard of it. I like being sucked off by women . . . and men. I like sucking off women . . . and men. I like an occasional ass-screw .. . and it's a shame you're a bigot. That's why we had Sonya there on my back facing you, so you could have the illusion of screwing her while I was getting it. But the shame is she'd love to have been down under me with a mouthful.
I come something fierce when I'm getting it in the back."
Ed shook his head. It had never occurred to him that a professional pimp, a Licensed Procurer and member in good standing in the Guild of Procs, could be . . . prejudiced! He supposed there was no denying it. He was. He was a bigot, prejudiced against screwing men. Hetero chauvinistic pig!
"Ed?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to break a rule," Bill said. "I'm going to open one of these cases. Man just likes to know what he's transporting."
"Naughty naughty," Ed grunted, looking in unconcealed curiosity at the crates.
Bill chuckled. "Yeah. I know what all those blue ones from Sheridan Berry, Inc. are . . . cosmetics. They're shipping them via me to avoid the duties those goddamned Martians impose on Earthside makeup and stuff. But these other unmarked babies . . . well."
With great care, Bill 'opened one of the crates. Ed squatted nearby, watching the expert job of cracking. It took Bill thirty minutes to open the box, but he did it without leaving a mark. He spent another five or six minutes lifting out the packing, carefully.
"Beginning to look as if it's all nylon wadding," Ed commented.
"Urn. Something mighty fragile ... be damned! Wow, I'm not going to deal with those muths any more! You know what we're hauling?"
Ed shook his head, leaning closer.
"About ten years," Ed said. "This is Zombie! Strictly available on an MD's prescription. Whew!" He rose to his feet, looking down into the opened case. "Come on
Ed, let's get a drink of something. I can't repack this stuff now ... I'm too shook. Man this is the most illegal cargo I ever had! Fll pack it later ... verrrrry carefully."
So they got their drink, and after that they went to interrupt Sonya, who was reading a book that had her, according to her own admission, hot as a neutron rifle. She took her husband into her body from behind while she knelt between Ed's legs. He and Ed made a contest of it, chuckling as they rocked the more than willing girl back and forth between their hunching hips. Bill won, but that was because Sonya put so much suction into it that Ed was unable to hold back.
Then they retired to their separate cabins-there were two, one for the Galaghers and one for Ed Royse.
After about an hour of thinking about it, Ed slipped quietly back to the cargo hold and swiped one vial of the potent drug that turned its recipient into a completely malleable slave. Then he spent many minutes on his bunk, grinning into the dark, before he was able to get to sleep. His dreams involved Simon and Ramona, and they were most pleasant.
Chapter Nine
In a hospital on Earth, Linda's dreams were considerably less pleasant than those of Ed Royse. The horrible experience with Simon and Ramona slipped up from her subconscious. She awoke confused and sweating. She looked dazedly about, her eyes very wide and her breath coming in pants. Then she swung out of the bed, dressed, and without knowing what she was doing, she fled the hospital.
Less than two hours later Patrolman N'gano spotted the stumbling teenager. He swung his helicruiser down, called out to her, and cursed when she fled. He had to chase her, on foot, two blocks through the darkened streets. Then he had to tell her, over and over, that he
did not intend to hurt her, that he merely wanted to know where she'd come from. She'd forgotten..
"Well, you're a juvenile," N'gano said. "Obviously you're not out of a creche, though. Are you a Protek?"
"A what?" The shivering girl looked up at him with puzzled eyes.
"A protected juvenile," he sighed. "I mean, do you have a guardian?"
The upshot of it was that the girl had no papers and couldn't tell him where she belonged, and Patrolman N'gano decided there was something damned wrong going on. The first responsibility of the State and thus the citizenry and thus the police was the children. Since the population problem had been solved by the equal rights bills and the mandatory anti-pregnancy laws, people had simply stopped what they'd been doing before: breeding like hogs. Certainly they didn't stop what else they had been doing. Fucking was not about to go out of style. But even as early as the second half of the Twentieth Century, that crazy past era of stupidity and repression, there had been a crude form of conception control, and people began to screw with more passion and less hangups than previously.
That was the same century in which one president appointed a committee to study "pornography," meaning he wanted to decide whether grown people should be allowed to read and watch grownup pictures and words on paper. The next president had added a member to that committee: a man who had once appeared before the Senate screaming about the evils of
masturbation. Eventually the committee came to the obvious conclusion: that "pornography" formed a sort of release, that it might well cut down on such crimes as "rape," that it did not destroy the minds of the viewers and readers. And the legislators condemned the committee. No one ever reported precisely how much money had been spent in that several-years study and the long collection and typing and reproducing of its findings. Sex was evil, that was all. From that sort of premise the conclusion was obvious in advance: the people had to be protected against evil. Only a few had dared to point out that the Washington reaction might have been different had the country not developed an unfortunate habit of electing old men as leaders and maintaining them there until they were older than old.
The first five-year antipregnancy shots had contained a little dose of the drug the medics secretly called "antimotherhood." Women didn't want to have children. By the time people began to worry about the downswerving population and the lack of children, reducing the dosage had no effect. The people were conditioned. The government found it necessary to put forth every effort to protect and see to the rearing of those few children born to a few oddballs. The government creche-system resulted: at age two all children were placed together in the creches, there to be protected, to be taught, to-be educated into the new citizens the world had by now begun to need.
Now and again a real oddball voluntarily elected to raise a child, to be totally responsible for its education and welfare. The child became a Protected Juvenile, a Protek.
But the girl with the long red hair couldn't even name her guardian, and N'gano radioed for safekeeping while
the investigation began. Some failed "guardian" would be prosecuted for this!
And since he wanted to be certain that the girl did not lose herself in a creche, and since he was of Af descent and the Af creche was very nearby and the time was five AM, Officer N'gano took Linda to the Afrocreche. He explained briefly to the Director, a friend, and left the girl in his safe hands. The Director called his female assistant, who led the meek and confused teenager to an apartment; there were too many of them vacant, these days. Linda went immediately to sleep.
Next day she was not particularly disturbed to find herself surrounded by people of both sexes ranging in age from ten to twenty-since she had not been placed in the children's creche. She was not even self-conscious at being advised that no one wore clothes here; it was healthier. (It had not yet occurred to anyone that the nudity concept had first been suggested as another population control measure! When you're surrounded by naked bodies, they aren't so overpoweringly interesting and you don't spend as much time wondering what's underneath the clothing-and trying to find out. Governments move slowly, and think even more slowly.)
True, Linda did feel a little conspicuous, inasmuch as everyone else possessed black hair and either black or brown skin. But she needed comfort and attention, and she got plenty of both. No one made fun of her. The Afs had received enough of that in the past, not to be givers of it, now.
She also learned that not all education comes from human or roboteachers and films, and no place on Earth was more free and open than a creche.
She was the only Caucasian inhabitant of the creche.
She was also the only virgin above the age of fifteen or so. She became very popular, very rapidly. It began with Barbie.
Linda was lying on her bed wondering why she couldn't remember who her guardian was, when the small, slim black girl came tripping exuberantly into her room. She bounced onto the bed.
"Hi, Linda! Welcome to our house! I'm Barbie, and Fve been watching you. I think you're a doll." She thrust one dark hand down onto Linda, low on her belly. "Hey, that's pretty!" Her hand suddenly slid downward and she began manipulating Linda's clitoris.
A thrill shot through Linda's body. Involuntarily, she spread her thighs. She tried weakly to close them, but her nipples were firming and her breathing had quickened. "What... what d'you think you... uh. . . you're doing, darn you?"
"Boy if you don't know you are behind. I'm rubbing your clitty. Relax and enjoy it!"
It felt too good for Iinda to do otherwise. The expert little finger was bxiilding up an erotic charge that spread delicious warmth through Linda's loins. She moaned. Her hands ran over her breasts, caressing them and fingering the stiff nipples. She shuddered, dropping her hands limply to her sides, where her fingers plucked aimlessly at the bedspread. Her lashes fell; she panted; she squirmed her hips.
"Oh, Barbie! It's so good. It's so good!"
Smiling, Barbie watched her intently while she played the girl's clitoris like a musical instrument; slowing down to keep Linda from coming, then speeding up to increase the rapturous reaction. Linda was perspiring and rolling her head on the pillow. She begged for the final ecstasy.
"Oh god . . . make me come, darling, make me cornel" She began to sob in frustration, too weak to do the job herself. With perfect timing, Barbie began working the other girl's lust button in experienced manipulations that rocketed Linda to the heights of excruciating ecstasy. Her insides came apart in a massive orgasm that made her scream.
Panting in exhaustion, she lay limply on the sweat-wet spread while Barbie slowly petted her pubic area with her entire hand to prolong the effect. Then she stretched out beside linda and cuddled up to her. She kissed her, smiling.
"Did I make you happy, Linda?"
Linda eased languorously onto her side. She slipped an arm around Barbie, pressing their bellies together and caressing the dark brown back. "You .. . loving . .. marvelous . . . little darlingl Where did you learn to do that so well?"
"Practice! I do it to the other girls whenever they need it. I like to see people happy. It makes me feel good."
Linda kissed her nose. "Do the others ever ... do it to you?"
The brown girl giggled. "Sometimes. When they're not too worn out."
Smiling, Linda showed Barbie that she was not too worn out She did not stop until Barbie, too, was squealing in orgasm Not until much later did Barbie drag Linda downstairs and onto the front porch of their little house. No standard high-rise apartment buildings for the creche kids; they had individual two-story houses, with four two-room apartments and eight girls in each house.
Linda's white body stood out with startling clarity
among the little collection of brown and black girls on the porch.
Barbie didn't help her self-consciousness much when she shouted, "Hey gals! This is Linda, and boy can she suckl"
Linda's face flamed crimson, and she swatted the other girl in instantaneous reaction. "Blabbermouth!"
The action brought a round of applause. On the rail sat a tallish girl with surprisingly large, outthrust breasts. She smiled, "Now you're in the group, Linda. All of us have to do the little slut once in awhile. I'm Janneh. I suppose she gave you her special big clitjob." She laughed when Linda nodded shyly. "She's real good at that, isn't she? Unfortunately, she's also the biggest mouth in creche. She also teases boys." Glancing at Barbie with a stern expression, she added, "Trouble is it's the big boys she teases, and she's gonna be sorry some day."
Barbie chuckled, wagging her narrow hips. "Ha! They can't catch me. I run too fast!"
"Someday you're going to trip," another girl said, "And you're going to get a flagpole right up your cherry pit"
"Well, now that you've tried the girlstuff around here, Linda," Janneh said, "you want to meet some males tonight?"
Barbie wagged a warning finger at her. "Careful, Janneh. She must have just come out of a hospital, because she's tight as a drum.1"
Janneh stared. "You mean she's been revirgjnized? Good grief, that's an obscenity around here! Wow, are you going to be popular!" She reached out to touch Linda's shoulder. "Have to lose it sometime, dear. You can't give up real fun forever."
Very quietly, Linda said, "Maybe if ... if he'd be real gentle. . . ."
Janneh laughed, and hugged her. "Honey, I know just the guy. I know who can do what around here. I've had plenty of experience."
"Big deal, big deal," Barbie sneered. "At eighteen, Janneh's a regular ... yipe!" She ducked the girl's swipe at her head, jumped off the porch, and ran several feet away.
"Careful, Barbie. Here comes Maury, and he's tired of your teasing."
Barbie struck a pose. "Ha! He wouldn't do anything even if he caught me. I'm only fifteen years old." And she spun and raced toward the naked boy coming along the path from the trees. He had no warning. Her brown fingers shot out to tweak his pecker as she raced by and kept on running. He groaned, then spun and loped after her.
"I hope she trips" one of the girls said, as pursued and pursuer vanished into the trees that were very much in evidence all over the creche grounds. Then she turned to ask Linda about her red hair.
Barbie, meanwhile, was easily out distancing Maury. She turned to look back.
Just that quickly she did trip, hurtling belly down on the grass. Suddenly frantic, she was up on her hands and knees, trying to regain her feet, when she felt the strong | hand grasp her ankle.
As he flipped her over onto her back, she cried out.| "No, Maury! Don't.. . I'm only fifteen!"
Maury smiled. "You're a liar. You've been lying fori years. You're sixteen, and holding out." His hand slidl up her leg.
"HowM you ... I mean no, no! You're too big for me! You . . ."
But Maury stopped further chatter by pressing his mouth firmly onto hers. He forced her Zips open, wiggling his tongue between them while he moved his hands to her buttocks. He drew her firmly against him.
Feeling the length of his hard prick against her belly, she held her firm young thighs tightly together while she made muffled little sounds of protest. Her thighs trembled, slowly weakening before the pressure of his demanding knee. Her resistance flagged. He took instant advantage. His knee whipped up between her legs. He spread them well apart as she succumbed to his superior strength.
"You," he said, "have been teasing every boy you see, and every time you run like crazy and yell that lie about your age. Well, you're not fifteen, you're sixteen, and that's when I had my first piece. And so . . . are . . . you!"
"No! No, Maury, please don't. No, I'll ... I'll give you the best best blow job you ever hadl" She was panting and perepiring, feeling the blunt tip of his penis pressing the softness of her little sexlips. Her thighs trembled. "Oh, don't do it, pleasel You'll split me, you'll kill me, you'll hur-wrt!"
A shriek tore from her throat as he jerked forward, to send his cock boring into the tight hps of her vulva. She felt as though she were being ripped open by a knife. Gosing her streaming eyes, she bit her Up and pressed her cheek hard against his shoulder. She felt the pain in her crotch ascend as the virile shaft pushed relentlessly into her soft virginal cunt. With terrible clarity she remembered what the girls had just said. It did feel like a
flagpole! She wondered hopelessly if she would live through it. She wept softly.
No longer screaming, she lay limply, moaning and grunting each time he forced himself deeper into her. He had torn her open, sundered the tender barrier, making her abdomen a mass of pain. She was too involved in the throbbing pain to know when he had penetrated all the way into her vagina.
Expert girl lover and expert boy teaser, she had yet to be screwed, but she was no longer a virgin. Maury was three years older, and he was well-built. He filled her beyond capacity with hot cock.
Sighing, he jiggled his hips, enjoying the tightness of the newly opened love tunnel. He began pulling back, dragging himself slowly from the hole he had dug. The friction brought her new pain, and she groaned and wrapped her arms around him, trying to stop his withdrawal.
"Oh, you like it in, do you?" Grinning, he thrust it back and watched her eyes roll upward.
In a few seconds, the thick rod was ramming rhythmically in and out of hot wetness, and she gasped, feeling the new sensation that joined the hurting. The comparatively great size of his penis to her as yet undeveloped body was exciting her more than she had dreamed was possible. The snug fit of the throbbing organ splayed her slit in all directions, adding pressure to her clitoris. Her grunts of pain became mingled with helpless little moans of panting pleasure. Her thighs began to agitate with the rhythm of his movements.
She surrendered completely to the warmth building steadily inside her belly as the penis pistoned into her like a mighty ramrod. Their bodies slapped wetly together in a rising tumult of passion.
"Oh, god . . . what I've been missing! Oh, Maury, honey, sweetheart . . . screw me good, good . . . / love til"
Maury obligingly screwed her good, and added far more white liquid to her cunt than her own body had leaked scarlet with her first puncturing.
Evening was descending when she entered the dining room like a sleepwalker. She dropped into her chair. Janneh frowned across the table at her.
"Hey, you're late, litde bitch. What happened?"
Barbie's voice was dazed. "I. . . tripped."
Nudging Linda, whom she had sort of adopted, Janneh set down her fork and examined Barbie's face closely. She grinned knowingly. "Wow, it sure looks like you did! I hope you learned your-lesson, scamp."
Barbie sighed, nodding. "I sure did. The big ones are the best"
Chapter Ten
After promising to meet Ewie later, Simon Rawledge double-checked with the gentleman he had vidiphoned, then showered, dressed, and ate. He left the dining room and went straight through the huge Marsliner to Ram ana's suite.
"Hi, Simon," Ramona said, grinning at him from her . "This is Debbie." "Hullo," Debbie said, without embarrassment. Both -en were quite naked. Simon waved a hand, tching Ramona roll over onto her back and stretch uriously, the satiny globes of her breasts jiggling and -^tening. "Got her naked and barefoot and I tore her
tes," Ramona yawned. "She's trapped in here." Debbie kissed one big nipple tenderly, then giggled,
"I'm the prisoner of a cannibal."
"That makes two of us," Ramona said, patting the girl's thigh. "You seemed to enjoy your meal, too."
"Good Jord, stop complimenting each other," Simon said, tossing his jacket at a chair. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Shaking a finger at Ramona, he said, "You invited me over for a team effort, and you two've drained each other dry."
"Not quite," Ramona smiled. "She's got the hottest body on three planets." She watched while he shed his clothing, smiling in amusement at the speed of the operation. As he returned to the bed, Debbie's eyes visibly brightened as she examined his naked body and the swaying length of his semierection.
"That's . . . quite a dildo you carry," she murmured.
He nodded, bending over to press his hps against hers. The total lack of preamble made her tense. For a moment. Then she opened her mouth to receive his tongue. She felt a hand on her breast, knew it was Ramona's. Ramona had already told Debbie: the big brunette did not swing both ways. She was a Lesbian, and that was that. Debbie shivered in delight. Now she was trapped with two cannibals-and she couldn't be J more pleased.
His hand found her other breast and began to mold it I gently. Slowly, slowly Simon rubbed her nipple between his fingers. It stiffened between them Ramona's hand,j meanwhile, caressed the girl's other firm and rosy-crowned tit. Debbie sighed, sliding her hand downl Simon's abdomen to curl her fingers around his penis.J She pumped it, slowly, feeling it harden in her grasp.
Her breath was quickening and her flesh twitching aa the hands of both her lovers roved over her naked bodyj He pulled her over onto her side so that she faced
Her belly's muscles jerked spasmodically at the warm contact of their naked flesh. Then she was pressing back against him. She moaned when his penis shoved against her vulva, teasing the pursed hps Ramona had so recently sucked and pierced with her knowing tongue. Panting, returning his kiss with ever increasing ardor, the girl lifted her leg to curl it over his hip. The hardened cock rubbed between her thighs-and she cringed, just a litde, when she felt Ramona's hand on her bottom.
The hand roamed, caressing, kneading, fondling, then went away, then returned . . . and one finger had been moistened. It began shding up and down between the mounds of her ass, toying with the tiny hole in its center. Sounds of pleasure issued from her throat. She squirmed lasciviously against the man while the woman played with her anal slot. Her hips began to pump as her passion rose. A thrill of desire made her shiver as her naked body was caressed, simultaneously, by male and female hands. She submitted willingly, wiggling her bottom at Ramona and entwining her tongue with Simon's in uninhibited pleasure. The hand toying with her clitoris was her own; the hand exploring between her asscheeks was Ramona's, the fingers that fondled her hard-tipped breast were Simon's. The writhing bodies on the bed became a picture of sensual abandon.
Debbie squeaked, lurching against Simon when Ray's moistened finger slipped into her, just creeping into her iectum. She shivered, gripped him hard, and thought Tery serious thoughts about being bigger in the ass.
"I've widened her nicely," Ramona murmured, wiggling her finger. "Turn her over this way now, Simon, and see how nice and open she is back there."
Debbie tried to protest, but she was turned between fhem and her mouth was instantly closed by Ramona's.
She sucked the woman's tongue, then bit it as she felt Simon's cock riding the crease dividing her buttocks. His pubic hair tickled the sensitive skin of her naked cheeks. Ramona was sucking her breast, avidly, while Debbie thrust her hand between the big woman's warm thighs and rubbed her soft vaginal hps. She trembled, _ feeling the probing of Simon's glans at the cleft of her bottom. Then Ramona's hand was between her thighs, lifting them, and Debbie cooperated. She grunted as her leg rose and the big male penis slipped between the cheeks to thump firmly against her anus.
Ramona sucked the girl's breasts, back and forth, and fondled her lower hps and clitoris gently while Simon effected his penetration. The girl grunted when he increased the pressure and she felt her sphincter spread open. She bit her lower lip as the anal penetration increased, but Ramona's careful attentions kept her from crying out Debbie submitted, although the insertion was painful; Ramona's saliva had hardly been sufficient to grease her tightest channel. Her hands gripped Ramona, nails digging in involuntarily, and sweat glistened on her face. The big penis bored steadily into her ass.
Ramona thrust a thumb up into the girl's vagina; and behind her, Debbie heard Simon's gasp as the Lesbian's thumb caressed his penis through the connecting tissue. Grunting and moaning, she felt the staff slide in, filling her whole rear opening and entering her rectum Qutching her with a hand on each of her hips, he rammed the penis deeper. She groaned, then gasped as it suddenly slid all the way in.
She was impaled, both her cunt and her ass, with a penis and a moving thumb, and fingers were plucking at her clitoris while teeth and tongue toyed with her
nipples. Debbie shivered in a coursing thrill of overwhelming delight. Perspiration trickled from her as she lay panting from the slow torment of his entry. It was over now; she was widening, accepting his presence up her back. It felt, though, as if someone had shoved a post into her rectum, impaling her in some savage sacrifice.
In and out and in again he thrust his prick, gliding, now, easily along her anal tunnel. Ramona's hand continued to rub and pluck at her thickened clitoris, while the Lesbian's mouth continued to suckle and lick her swollen nipples. Debbie groaned, wiggled, hunched, first back to meet the in-spearing cock, then forward as it withdrew, mashing the little node of her ecstasy against Ramona's fingers. Simon's groin and hips slapped her buttocks, over and over, and suddenly the girl was clutching Ramona as she felt the thick shaft in her back widen even more. Ramona's fingers became more insistent and energetic.
It was marvelous, soaringly wonderful for both Debbie and Simon. She came violently at the same time
r as he pulsed fire up into her bowels, groaning and clinging to her tightly. The three of them collapsed in exhausted satiation.
Perhaps twenty minutes passed before Debbie sighed, groaned, and extricated herself from the press of hot, sweaty flesh. She swayed across the dimly lit cabin to fetch herself a cigarette. Just as she turned, the man appeared in the doorway to the other cabin. She shrank back into the darkness, staring at the slim little needle gun he held. He was gazing at the two figures on the bed,
I letting his eyes accustom themselves to the dark.
Debbie saw him glance back, nod at someone behind
i him. Then he came into the bedroom on silent feet. A
moment later the other man appeared. Trying desperately not to scream or to let the sound of her frightened, excited breathing carry to the intruders, Debbie picked up Ramona's purse from the dresser. It seemed to weigh a ton-good!
She had to act. Both men were raising their needle guns, taking aim silently and carefully. She swung the big purse.
"Ramona]" she screamed. "Simon!" And she slammed the purse into the first man's back so hard she lost her balance and fell. The tumble to Ramona's carpet saved her life; the second assassin spun and sent a stream of needles from his little pistol slashing through the air where she had stood.
Ramona boiled off the bed with incredible speed, her features contorted into a mask of animal fury. She slammed into the second gunman, both hands reaching for the hand that held the gun. In a moment he was , staggering back-and she had the pistol. Debbie shrieked in fear, trying desperately to roll out of the way. From the corner of her eye she saw Simon, sitting up and staring. Then he whipped off the bed, out of sight at its foot.
Ramona's pistol sent a stream of needles plowing into the first man's abdomen, bringing a startled gasp of pain from him. As he flailed, trying to maintain his balance, she was already moving with the speed of a tigress, triggering the gun at the first man. Again Debbie screamed. A dark hole appeared in the man's forehead and he jerked his head back as though trying to avoid the inevitable clutch of the hand of death.
The other man was moving, staggering. A long knife had appeared in his hand, as if by magic. Ramona charged him. She knocked the arm aside. Her fingers
closed on the hand that held the weapon. With a savage motion, she broke the thumb, and the knife was in her own hand. Her face was still ugly, twisted with fury, as she slammed her gun into his face and danced, back, her naked breasts flopping and trembling.
He was sinking to his knees. His hand came out, slowly, and one finger pointed. "Rawiedge . . . you bastard ... you said . . . she'd be . . . easy."
Ramona filled his belly with needles from her gun and reached for the light switch as he died, jerking.
Debbie screamed again. Simon had not waited for Ramona's accusation, had not waited to parry words with her about the two men he had contracted to kill his partner when she was exhausted from orgiastic sexuality. Debbie's being in the wrong place at the right time, along with Ramona's fantastic speed and the sadism he knew she possessed, had blown it all, utterly. Now his only hope was to get the needle gun from the hand of the first man she'd killed.
Debbie stared in wide-eyed fascination as Ramona, her left hand filling the room with light, swung her right hand almost casually. Simon grunted as several nasty Btde needles tore into his leg. He fell, short of his goal. Sowly, he twisted around to face her, his eyes full of pain and anger.
"You hired these killers to come in here and zap me, partner!" Ramona's voice was loud, disbelieving.
He gasped, "You Lesbian bitch ... I don't intend ... share all the profit . . . from that movie with . . . goddamn Lesbian whore . . ."
Ramona rushed to him as he got himself up onto one knee. She dropped the gun and her hand shot out to his shoulder, turning his body to face her. Then her other hand swept up, and Debbie watched the glittering knife
blade flash like hghtning as Ramona rammed it upward into the man's body. Blood gushed out over her arm as she twisted the blade. Debbie stared, gasped, gulped, and collapsed.
Ramona jerked the blade free and plunged it again into her partner's twitching flesh. Without a sound, his body slid from the razor sharp blade to sprawl on the carpet in a widening stain of crimson.
Her big breasts shook with her heavy breathing as she surveyed the havoc she had wrought, she and she alone. She glanced down at Debbie: unconscious. At the three men: dead. At the knife. At Debbie.
"Damn! Now the problem is-should I kill the little slut while she sleeps or take a chance on her? I'll need help getting this mess out of here!"
Slowly, her eyes rose. She gazed across the room at the opposite bulkhead, at the big oval picture there: Earth's green fields. Behind it, she knew, was an emergency escape tunnel leading to an emergency airlock. Beyond that was the airless garbage can of space. Again she turned her grim, narrow-eyed stare to the nude body of the unconscious girl.
Ramona decided to take the chance, and she was right. Debbie's reaction was more than just not negative. She fell all over Ramona, like a loving puppy whose mama has just scared off the marauding fox. She was like many women before her who grooved behind the big hero, except in this case it was heroine. And when she learned the reason for the attempt on Ramona's life, and about the film she and Ramona would now market . . . she was much more than the big woman's new partner.
The rug was a little scorched in one place: sorry about that, spaceline company, but those things will happen to
liners and hotels. The blood came up, with superdeterge and a lot of elbow grease . . . mostly Debbie's. And Ramona was amazed at the girl's guts. Together, they went sneakily to Simon's cabin, returning with both the film and two bed sheets. The latter made lovely shrouds. It was sweaty work, dragging and pushing the three bodies along the emergency escape tunnel, and thrusting them into the emergency airlock. They then opened the valve and ejected the corpses into an eternal journey through airless space.
Ramona had a cute idea, then, knowing the airlock's opening had touched off an alarm somewhere on the big ship. She forced open the emergency tunnel into another cabin, without even knowing whose it was. She was ready to kill the occupant, but it was conveniently empty. She and Debbie hurried back to Ramona's two-cabin suite, secured the emergency door, and heaved great sighs as they entered the shower together.
There was an investigation, of course, and someone got into quite a bit of trouble. But there was no reason to suspect or even question all passengers, and Ramona and Debbie were not even told of the 'hinfortunate incident." If those bodies were ever found and dragged aboard a ship, there'd be more trouble and another investigation. But the two women would not be suspects. And that was that.
As they emerged from the shower, Ramona grinned at Debbie. "Okay, baby. You're trapped with a cannibal."
With feigned terror, Debbie looked about. "And me without a stitch of clothing!" She looked at Ramona, fluttering her lashes. "Eek. What in the world do you suppose is going to happen to me?"
"You're gonna get eaten alive."
"Sounds &e\icaaus," \]a& ^.^led, watching
Ramona's approach. The Lesbian's arms went around the naked body and the girl lifted her lips for a kiss. A bold tongue entered her waiting mouth. She shpped her arms around Ramona, straining her body close and shivering with pleasure as she felt clever hands caressing her soft skin.
Ramona nibbled her earlobe. "Now we can make girl love without any interruptions. Just you and me, for the rest of the trip. Love me, baby?"
Debbie kissed her breast passionately. "Oh, Ray, I do, I do! Get me to bed so I can prove it."
Chapter Eleven
A leaf blew lightly against Linda's naked breast as she and Janneh walked through the grounds of the creche. Linda brushed it from the creamy, cup-shaped mound.
"I'm the only non Af here, Janneh! I feel like there's a spotlight on me all the time. I hope it doesn't make the boys nervous."
Raising a lascivious eyebrow, Janneh smiled. "Honey, I hope it doesn't make you nervous when they all try to put grabs on that sweet pale body of yours!" She patted the girl's arm. "But don't worry. I promised Td intro you to a gentle boy, and I will. If anybody else gets you hot before then, give him a blow job." She fciughed. "Hey girl, your cheeks are positively crimson!"
Linda held her hands to her cheeks. "I wish I didn't blush so much!"
"It's cute," Janneh reassured her. "When I blush I have to tell people it's happening, ever think of that?" She crowded close to T .inda, slipping an arm about her waist She pointed. "Now there's an elevator entrance, going down to the lower levels." And they walked along, Janneh pointing out this and that for the new girl's benefit Until they approached the re-creation of a Twentieth Century brick house. The two boys on the steps waved. Janneh waved back before running suddenly forward to give one of them a big kiss.
The second youth looked cautiously at Linda. "Who's the shy white kid?"
Janneh freed her lips, gasping for air. "Linda, Chester. Chester, Linda: she's sixteen, and you be careful. She's just out of a hospital with a brand new cherry."
"Ye gods!" Chester threw up his hands in mock horror, rolling his eyes at the starry sky. "A virgin in our creche . . . this is sacrilege!"
"Oh, you can kiss her and feel her," Janneh said, ignoring Linda's look. "Just don't screw her. She's for Alec. He's almost twenty and has a lot more experience." She returned her attention to the other youth, calling him Russ, and welded her body tightly to his.
Chester rose and approached Linda, who trembled a bit conscious of her nakedness and of Janneh's offhanded introductions/instructions.
"Hi, Linda," he said. He rested his hands lightly on the girl's bare shoulders and ran them caressingly down her arms, contemplating the handsome contrast of his dark hands against her white skin, *They sure put you
together pretty." He winked at the wide eyes watching his. "Don't worry about me, Linda. I'm no cherry picker."
This is the way ifs done in creche, Linda thought. Everyone's open to everyone, and everything's totally casual. If I act otherwise I'll be even more an oddball than I already am, darn this pallid skin!
His hands slid around her waist, and she obeyed the gently firm urging, moving into his embrace. The pressure of his hand at the small of her back influenced her to move her bare abdomen tight against him. Her breasts resisted with all their tight firmness, then flattened against his chest, the nipples stiffening. Her breathing quickened as she watched his mouth descending toward hers. Then her eyes closed, her parted hps taking the kiss. He had so much mouth! Her arms encircled him as she felt the warm, wet tongue penetrate deep into her mouth. Little sounds of pleasure coming from her throat, she savored the moist explorer. Her own tongue tangled passionately with it.
She was panting, aware of the hardness of his penis pressing at her crotch. She held it tightly between her thighs for a moment, enjoying its throbbing maleness.
Then he was leading her to the steps, and she was sitting beside him, melting into his arms. His hands caressed the front of her naked body, fondling her diminutive breasts and bringing the nipples to firm erections. Dimly, she could hear Janneh's ecstatic cries as she struggled with Russ, on the lawn a few feet away. Then Linda, panting, moved.
Her hand strayed across Chester's leg and firmly gripped his penis. She pumped it slowly as her hps sucked hungrily at his kisses. His lips^slid languidly from hers to trail down her throat and nuzzle at her nipple.
She emitted a little cry as his tongue tantalized the firm button. Watching his hps close over it, she gasped in astonished pleasure as he gradually sucked more and more of her breast into his mouth. She fondled his dark hair and murmured soft words of endearment, thrilMng to the feel of her tender tit trapped in the warm wetness. Her body twitched, responding with helpless eroticism to his tongue.
Slowly, he released the soft mound. It gleamed with the liquid sheen of his saliva.
He chuckled, nuzzling her mouth. "How'd you like a hot mouthful of cock, you hot-titted little doll?"
She'd love it, her body told her. Thoroughly aroused, she gripped the firm pole of his prick and squeezed it ardently. She slipped from his side as he spread his legs. Then she was kneeling between his thighs, his hand caressing her soft red curls while she gazed hungrily at the dark brown cock so close to her hps. Pressing it against her cheek, she ran her tongue down its length until her hps were buried in the curly hairs at its base. He groaned with a little shiver.
She lifted the shaft, her tongue working its way down toward his testicles. Her fingers carefully urged the warm flesh sac into her wide open mouth and she bathed it tenderly with her tongue, looking up into his passion-flushed face. She released them with smothering reluctance. Her young body wriggled with excitement and her nostrils flared, inhaling the pungent male aroma. "Good God," he gasped, perspiring heavily, and she giggled.
She ran her tongue around the base of his penis, laving it. The rigid staff was throbbing with the pounding of its blood as she slid her tongue up its length and closed her hps gentiy around the mushrooming tip.
She nibbled gently. He gasped in mounting passion. Then she closed her soft Hps more firmly around the tip and sucked it, slowly opening her mouth wider and wider as his hands pressed eagerly at her head.
She allowed the shaft to enter her face against the pressure of her own active tongue. Suddenly, he lunged with bis hips. She grunted in astonishment: her mouth was stretched wide, his cock sliding almost to the back of her throat. She felt as though her whole head was impaled with it. She held her position tensely, breathing hard through her nose, waiting for the pressure of his hands to permit her to continue.
He relaxed, with a shuddering exhalation of breath. She began shding her mouth wetly up and down his extended organ. The throbbing flesh within her mouth excited her own passion, and she worked with erotic determination to bring him to the moment of ejaculation. Sweat glistened on her nudity as her head pumped up and down the shaft, bringing cries of rapture. His eyes were fixed on the long black shaft thrusting wetly in and out of her white face. He was gasping, shuddering.
With a triumphant grunt, he grabbed her ears and rammed his prick deep into her mouth. She waited breathlessly for what seemed an ^terminable moment . . . and then the pulsating pillar jerked savagely and a hot stream of liquid splashed against the back of her throat.
She gulped frantically, swallowing the jetting streams of semen from what seemed to be an endless source. She shivered at the delicious warmth that flowed into her stomach. The hot nectar spurted rhythmically into her mouth and she continued gulping as she fingered her own clitoris, rising rapidly to join him in the rapture to
which she had catapulted him. Suddenly her own belly erupted in an electric ecstasy that made her gasp out muffled squeals of delight. She trembled, sagging in the magnificence of her orgasm.
Chester slumped exhaustedly against the steps as Linda sucked the remaining moisture from him with avid hps. She withdrew her mouth slowly and kissed the relaxing rod. In a very small voice she asked, knowing the answer, "Was I good?"
"Good!" he gasped. "Kitten, you're marvelous! I'm drained dry! God, what a cocksucker!"
At the sound of sudden applause, Linda jerked her head around to see Janneh and Russ sitting up on the grass. She blushed furiously, realizing they had finished and watched everything she and Chester had done. Giggling, Janneh leaped up and ran over to Linda. She cupped the smaller girl's face in her brown hands. "I saw how much you loved it... let me taste it, too!" Her hps came down on Linda's, tongue slipping between her teeth and probing deeply into her mouth. Linda remained passive as the searching tongue sent ripples of excitement through her. Janneh sucked at the insides of her hps, then pulled away, smiling.
"Umm! You still had a lot of it, and it was delicious!" She hugged the girl's shoulders. "Never had it that good before, did you, Chester?"
He leaned back on the steps, grinning contentedly. "If I had, I sure as hell wouldn't have been sitting here. You," he told Linda, "are the cutest and best little cocksucker I've ever seen."
The girl smiled shyly at the compliment, wondering how she'd known so well what to do. Janneh helped her to her feet. The older girl turned to Russ to request a
towel, but Chester drew one from behind a post on the porch.
"Always prepared," he said, tossing it to Janneh.
She laughed. "You horny characters better be." She turned to Linda. "Hold still, honey. Some of that guy's five gallons splashed on your titties." She daubed the towel at Linda's breasts, making the girl gasp and hunch her shoulders. Then she used the towel to wipe her loins and the insides of her thighs. She tossed the towel back to Chester.
"Keep it as a souvenir."
"Gee, thanks," he said, accepting the towel with mock seriousness. "I'll cherish it." "Is Alec inside?"
Chester nodded. "Upstairs listening to that yowly music he digs, old Af stuff, all boom-boom-boom and yi-yi-yeow."
Smiling, the older girl led Linda up the steps and into the house. In the hallway, Linda ran her tongue around the insides of her hps, savoring the lingering taste of semen. She smiled at Janneh's knowing glance.
"It tastes nice," she said.
"Wow," Janneh said, "you're a natural. Just wait! When that story gets around-and it sure will-you'll have the busiest tongue in the creche!"
"I just wish I weren't so darned pale . . ."
"Don't worry about it. Try to imagine that everybody here is black and you're just the lightest shade. On, wow, he's listening to music all right, if you want to call it that."
The sound of old African jungle rhythms seemed to rock the house as the two girls ascended the steps. "Who?" Linda asked.
"Alec, the guy I want you to meet. The gentle man ... even if he is built like a stallion. God, I'll never forget the first time he poked me in the tail!" She rubbed her buttocks at the memory. "Oh, girl! I felt like he was boring a hole to China with me as the grand opening. I never yelled so much in my life. But the next time . .." She trailed off, smiling.
At the top of the steps Janneh turned to Linda, pushing her big brown breasts against the smaller milky ones. "Oh, before I forget, honey," she whispered conspiratorially, running her hands lightly over the girl's sides, "when you come back to the house, head for my apartment I want to sleep with you tonight. Okay?"
"Uh-huh ... but about this Alec ... maybe ..."
Janneh gripped the other girl's hand firmly. "Oh, no. Now's the time. You're going to get fucked . . . before you give in to the wrong one, one of these bastards who thinks only of himself." She shrugged. "Hell, like Chester."
Janneh knocked three times on the door from behind which came the wild tempo of the throbbing music that was a part of the black heritage. Finally she sighed, shook her head, and shoved the door open. She dragged Linda into the din.
He was coal black, Linda saw, a good-looking young man with a slim face, the features so perfectly chiseled they were almost sharp. He did not hear them enter, sitting with his chin in his hand listening intently to his favorite music. Janneh buttoned the cutoff. As he started to look up angrily, she bestrode his legs, jammed the ripe hills of her bosom against his chest and kissed him torridly.
He responded immediately, clutching her close and kissing her in return-before suddenly swinging her up
and over in one swift motion. Before either Janneh or Linda could know what was going to happen he had landed four hard and very loud swats on Janneh's naked backside, which was as bold and luxuriandy rounded as her breasts. She squealed, wriggling and slapping at his calves.
"That's for cutting my music off, Jannie. Now what ... hey. Hello." He had raised his eyes to Linda. "Am I rude if I ask what a girl like you is doing in the Afro
creche?"
She smiled. "Hello. I don't know. And no, but it must be rude to talk to me while you're holding poor Janneh across your legs."
"Across his hard-on!" Janneh snapped. "You're prodding a second navel right into me, Alec, damnit!"
"Oh, sorry," he said, smiling, and lowering both knees, at the same time jerking his legs apart. Janneh flopped squeakily onto the floor, from where she glowered up at him.
"Boy, I think 111 just change my mind," she said. "Here I was bringing Linda over here just to meet you, tigerman, and look how you treat me, your very best friend."
He stared silently at her, a litde smile tugging gently at the corners of his mouth. He didn't ask; he waited for her to say her piece.
Janneh sighed, sitting up with a little wince as her spanked buttocks encountered the floor's hardness.
"This is Linda," she said. "/ didn't ask why she's here, because it's her own darned business. She is also a virgin, because she was in a hospital." She shifted a little, easing her left cheek, which had caught most of his hand's force, up off the floor. "You know what that means, Alec dear. The poor kid's been revirginized and
she's afraid to go all the way because she knows it's going to hint. . . probably remembers the first time."
Linda frowned a little. The first time? She didn't remember much of anything. Why was she here? What was happening to her memory? How come she'd been so confidently expert with Chester, and why did she have this feeling that she wanted Alec, and had screwed many times?
"So," Janneh was saying, "I remembered how old and gentle you are . . ."
Alec popped to his feet and helped the girl up, smiling, Linda gasped a little, trying to hide it; he was big. Only half erect, he looked like a male whore who sold himself based on size. And she frowned again: what did she know about whores?
Without hesitation Alec took two steps to Linda and kissed her gently, just brushing her hps with his. At the same time each of his hands stroked one breast, from the very beginning of their upper curve, out over the nipple, and back beneath.
"You have lovely breasts, Linda," he told her. "Janneh, are you stay . . ." he broke off. Janneh had already left: mission accomplished, or at least set in motion.
"Feel a little like a slavegirl on the block?" he asked. Linda nodded mutely.
He sighed. "Janneh's way. I feel like a one-man stud farm. I am also enchanted by you, but... do you want to forget it?"
"I.. . uh . .. I. . ."
He embraced her, kissing her hair. "Sorry, that was a mean question, but I did want to give you a chance to run if you're as embarrassed as Janneh. So she runs off.
I suppose I'm just supposed to say 'Wanna screw,' and you say 'Sure,' and that's it." His hands caressed her naked back, strongly, firmly. "Crazy Janneh," he said.
He was all right, she thought. Nice. He understood her deep embarrassment, and her fear, and also her . .. want. It would be fine. She asked about the music. He expressed surprise at her interest and turned it back on. She winced and he turned it down, smiling. The throb of the drums seemed to pound through her body. When he sat and extended a hand, she sat on his thighs just as Janneh had, astride them. Their warmth pressed against the inside of her own thighs, and she looked down to marvel at the severe contrast: she was not white, any more than anyone is completely white. But the intensity of his skin's blackness made hers look like chalk. It was a pretty contrast, she mused. The drums thumped and throbbed, within her.
Relaxing, she allowed herself to be urged closer by the pressure of his hand spread across her buttocks. Their bellies touched. Her nipples brushed lighdy against his chest. He rubbed his nose slowly, gently against hers, and she was suddenly aware that there was no longer any space left between their bodies. His ids, caressing her smoothly bare back, and nudged closer and closer until her breasts were against his chest, flattening a little, rounding out on either side as flesh sought a new direction for its firm expansion. Just like this? she thought, and then, Yes! I want it like this. Just sex, no need for preliminary chatter or ything . . . it's what I'm used to, and it's been such a ig time - Used to? What. . . why did I think that? That am I used to? She couldn't remember. But she was conscious of the fact that a male body was between
her thighs, that she could not and would not stop him from doing whatever he wanted. And what he wanted I was what she wanted.
Their faces were almost touching. She could feel his I breath on her mouth, her own breath quickening as she I gazed wonderingly into his deep black eyes. All the strength seemed to rush from her in an instant. She went I limp in his arms, her hps parted, her eyes half closed. I She felt his mouth touch hers, and she opened to receive I him. His tongue slid smoothly into her willing mouth. She squeezed him with her arms, opening her soft young body to his wishes, moaning little pleasure sounds from her throat. Her own tongue moved in languid surrender as his took command of her mouth. She savored the! flavor of his saliva.
The hardness of his penis pressed her crotch, reaching the full rigidity of aroused lust. She squirmed her hips in the wanting of it. Her heart pounded excitedly as he fondled her nude white skin and she felt the heel of hu . hand press the bulge of her delicately formed breast, then slide downward to caress her thigh. She shivered, kissing him deeply. Both hands were moving up he sides, grasping her firmly beneath the arms.
He lifted her easily, as though she were weightless. Ii a sudden panic of realization, she gasped, "Oh, Alec . please be careful!"
Her lips trembled as he lowered her slowly. Her eye searched his for reassurance. Then they widened at th pressure against her vulva's soft, firmly closed hps. H shifted his hips, intensifying the pressure, and her breat began to come in irregular bursts. Perspiration trickle down her sides. Then the rounded head of his big pen pressed tender inner membranes, and she sucked in sharp breath.
"Oh! Oh, sweetheart ... it hurts ... please be ..
She broke off, gasping, her eyes huge. He made no answer, but continued to lower her slowly onto himself. Tears filled her eyes, then burst over the lids to stream down her cheeks.
A moaning cry was jerked from her throat when his rigid penis burst irresistibly through the last barrier and speared into her vaginal cunt.
"Oh ... oh ... oh god . . . it. . . hurts . . . you've j. . torn me . . ."
"It will never hurt again," he told her softly, squeezing her close as the great staff bored steadily into tier. She was momentarily incoherent, mouthing irordless sounds of agony.
The pain changed. There was no longer the feeling of i sharp cut. Now there was only a constant, steady throbbing. He was inside her, all the way. He had torn md stretched her as much as he would. It felt enormous ja her, where she had never contained anything before-or had she? She could not remember; she was Linda, and she was sixteen. She was sure it was filling her entire vaginal channel, her entire womb, her entire pdomen.
Streaming sweat, she felt her buttocks resting on his rrghs once more. His hps pressed hers tenderly. They red, holding each other passionately without moving, t then she could not stand it; she had to move, to ve, to slide that big shaft of sex flesh in and out of her rding and no longer hymenated cunt! He moved rhythmically in and out of the soft wet slit, J pain lost its importance as a new experience of " g warmth grew between her thighs to send erotic ents up into her belly. She made little sounds of pleasure and jiggled on him. Her tongue darted into his
mouth, matching the motions of his powerful staff in her other mouth.
"Oh yes, oh yes!" She rubbed her sweat-gleaming cheek against his, reveling in his deep penetration of her body. "It's so good, it's so hard! / love it . . . oh, fuck me, darling!"
The loveshaft pumped smoothly in and out as her own body lubricated it. A fire began to glow deep inside her belly. She wanted to give him everything a girl could give. Her hps covered his face with passionate kisses as her body swelled with rapture. Her tits felt tight, enormous, ready to burst. She cried out ecstatically as her young white body wriggled in his black embrace and his pounding piston drove her steadily upward toward the heights of passion. On and on, her buttocks slapping his thighs.
Then he seemed to be straining harder, gripping her harder, tensely, his motions became more rapid and spastic. His embrace crushed her to him. She felt tiny, her breasts and body crushed, mastered and wanting to be utterly possessed by this big man. And then his penisj seemed to grow, to penetrate even more deeply tha before. She squealed and shuddered in delight as mighty pillar throbbed inside her.
She felt the burning jet of liquid burst into her vagir with frightening power. She gasped, feeling as though were ramming all the way into her uterus. A burst ecstasy exploded within her, and almost unbearal rapturous orgasms quaked her body in the ultima pleasure. Cries gurgled from her throat as she felt jerking of the big cock in her abdomen, her entire welcoming the jetting floods that pounded into her. Asj final magnificent explosion of rapture engulfed
both, she plunged with him into a churning sea of ecstasy.
He held her limp figure close, letting her rest in fulfilled exhaustion against him. The sweat slowly evaporated from their nude bodies. With a little sound of contentment, she snuggled comfortably in his arms, enjoying the fullness of her vagina, and holding him within. His hand caressed her sweat-soaked curls.
"You're so good to me, Alec darling," she murmured. "I love you inside me."
He sat there holding her, stroking her, enjoying the feel of his spent penis grasped firmly within her tight cunt, and he wondered: how could an obviously virginal girl possibly have been so passionate, so knowledgeable in her movements?
Chapter Twelve
Bill and Sonya Gallagher set their swift little craft down on Mars within five minutes of the landing of the great liner bearing Ramona and her new pet, Debbie. The long journey was over; the three-way sex fun was over, and Ed Royse had work to do. Giving Bill a slap on the shoulder and Sonya a slap on the ass, he ran. A frantically waved taxi sped him to the bigger spaceport.
Ed didn't see Simon, but he certainly saw the big woman, Ray, who had been there with Simon the night they performed their horror on Linda. Ramona was with a girl. She saw him and must have figured out who he was and why he was here. He saw the flare of her eyes as she gazed into his, across a lapping lake of people.
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vanished. Damn! And Simon Rawledge was nowhere to be seen. Ed began to wonder about his wisdom in this whole half assed interplanetary pursuit. Maybe he should've turned it over to the police after all, and let them . . .
But there she was, the girl he'd seen with Ramona. Surely they had been together, leaving the ship like lovers. And she was looking around like crazy. He smiled. Yeah . .. she was looking for Ramona, same as he was! The bitch had seen him and taken off! He narrowed his eyes, thinking. Surely they'd have decided where they would stay, long ago. So ... even though the girl had been abandoned by her Ed-fleeing, uh, friend, she would know where Ramona could be found.
He had followed a man and a woman across space. Now he would follow a girl across town-to get to the others. With a tight grin, he made very sure he kept her in sight. That was not too difficult, once they left the spaceport area and moved through the enormous airtight bubble that housed Ares, the planet's only city wormy of the name-the rest were tiny towns here and there, some of them not even bubble enclosed, so that the inhabitants had to wear respirators.
He was right beside her in the lobby of the Marsside Hilton, and seeing what she printed on the reservation card was not at all difficult. Her name was Debbie Sellings. That was enough. And the clerk handed her the electrokey to room 387. Pretending to see someone he knew, Ed left the desk. He watched the girl-a doll, b the way; Ramona's taste was excellent, at least so far bodies went-enter the elevator with her bags. T doors closed.
Despite the frantic pounding of his heart, the hi excitement and the throbbing of blood at his temples
being so close at last, Ed took the stairs at a deliberately slow pace. He wanted to be certain the bellboy was gone before he rapped on the door of room 387. He wanted Miss Debbie Sellings to be very alone.
When he knocked, she was.
"Who is it?"
"Bellboy, ma'am. I forgot something," he said, standing before the closed door. And, of course, she came to open it. Her mild eyes went wide and she gasped when she saw the little pistol in his hand.
i4Not a sound," he said, gesturing with the gun. "This needier won't kill you, darling. But a needle in you ... say in one of those nice tits of yours ... will sure sting like crazy. Then you start getting sick when the needle dissolves and the herthabrine goes into your bloodstream. Very sick."
"Who ... what... who are you?" She was backing away, automatically, because he was advancing. He kicked the door shut behind him, heard the lock click.
"That's not too damned important Who I am and who you are doesn't matter. If s where that interests me, bitch. Where's your friend off the ship?"
"My ... what? What friend?"
He described Ramona precisely, including the clothing she'd worn as they disembarked, so that Debbie couldn't play any more games. "She saw me, and she took off," he finished. "Where'd she go?"
"I... I don't know."
Ed waggled the nasty little pistol. She stared at it. "You're lying," he said. "She's probably in this hotel. I want her."
"You want. . . why?"
He gazed at her a moment. "All right, Debbie Sellings, I'll tell you." He gazed past her, remembering
the awful scene back on Earth. "She and a man named Simon Rawledge trapped two girls on Earth. Call it kidnap. One of them was a masonymph, and they beat the hell out of her. Even beyond what she really digs, I mean. But the other one wasn't. I don't even know what they did to her. It doesn't matter. The important thing is that they left her unconscious, in a basement, and they started a fire. And locked her down there."
She gasped. He had watched her brittle expression change to one of sympathetic horror.
"I pulled her out, or her body. She was so black with smoke I couldn't tell how badly she was burned. But she was burned. They did it so they could make a movie. That's all. Because movies like that sell and rent well, especially here on Mars. It was my girl they did that to. And I have followed them all the way here from Earth. Think about it; you know why. Now I didn't see Simon Rawledge get off that big spaceliner, but I sure as hell saw you and Ramona. Now, Debbie my dear, tell me where she is."
He saw that she wasn't going to, even before she said it. What he'd told her had horrified her, yes. But something bound her to Ramona. A share of the take from the movie, maybe. Love, maybe, or sex; Lesbian empathy banding together against a man.
"I . . . can't," she said.
"You mean you won't."
"I can't tell you where she is."
"All right," Ed said, sighing and raising the gun. "Strip."
"Whaaat?"
"I said get your clothes off, you stinking little bitch," he snapped, and the tone and the look in his eyes made her jerk, shivering. Slowly, chewing her Up, her eyes
flicking from his gun to his cold eyes and back to the gun, she began to strip. He watched dispassionately. But he didn't feel dispassionate, not when those pretty white tits bounced out and her navel crinkled at him when she bent. Not while he watched the dangling sway of those firm breasts while, after a little hesitation, she bent to remove her last article of clothing. He paid litde attention to her red-lipped, tight looking cunt. A slash was a slash, although they were different inside, in degrees of tightness or flaccidity. What called a man to a woman in the mute but eloquent voice of sensuality was her secondary and tertiary sexual characteristics: her breasts, her hips, her buttocks, the shapeliness of her calves. All of them were markers on the path that led to the furry little nest between her thigh, but that was the goal, the destination; it was the scenery along the route that attracted a man and drew him on to the final goal.
But the soft, possibly unprobed vagina of this Lesbian lover of his quarry was not Ed Royse's goal.
She stood watching him with her teeth in her lower Up, an excitingly naked girl who was obviously very averse to being naked-at least in front of a man. Ed walked to her, watching her flinch. Then he stepped past her and shot out a hand to grasp the back of her neck. She jerked, starting to squeal, and he let her feel the so-slender snout of the needle gun in the yielding side of her breast.
She hushed and stayed hushed as Ed shoved her to ber knees facing the bed. Then he swung around to sit | :n its edge. Again he prodded the swollen side of her :sast with the needier. (He had lied about it. Needlers :uld fire explosives, or hollow needles filled with poisons, or emetics or even laxatives. His did not contain the nauseous herthabrine. He'd spent hours, on
Bill and Sonya's little ship, sneaking several needles of the mind-con trolling drug "Zombie" out of their hold-and into his gun. But he hated to waste them on this little nothing.)
Her eyes went even wider when he opened his pants and the granitelike erection snapped out to quiver before her face.
"No!"
"Where's Ramona?"
"I won't tell ... I mean I can't tell you! No!" She twisted, grunted when he jabbed her breast sharply with the little gun, then shuddered violently. "No! You're not going to stick that fuckin' thing in my mouth!"
"Yes, I am," he said quietly. "Needle in your tit or cock in your mouth ... take your choice."
Her entire body writhed in a frantic attempt to escape as his hand on the back of her neck drew her face closer to his fully erected prick. Through clenched teeth she whined, "No! No!"
Then the warm tip of the fleshy prod touched her hps and his thumb pressed into her jaw muscles. Suddenly the strength went out of her. Her mouth opened wide. Her shoulders slumped in defeat-and Ed gasped in pleasure-as his cock slid into her mouth. She wlumpered, staring at the tangle of pubic hair so close to her nose. He heard her little gagging sound, knew she felt it, really felt it, as it extended to the back of her throat. Her tongue wriggled, pressed down by the thick shaft. Her saliva flowed, and he saw her lurch and knew she was close to throwing up. He withdrew, but just a little.
"Better fight it back," he said. "You'll strangle if you vomit. You've got a throat full of cock, lez. Eat it" She moaned around the impaling prick. He timed the
movements of his crotch to the press-relax rhythm of his hand on her neck, and slid himself in and out of her tautly rounded hps. And carefully, he kept the gun against her breast, a constant reminder that she'd better not consider biting. He did not put it into words. He was sure that she had considered the possibility, sure that she knew he'd sink a dissolving needle into her tit the moment her teeth started to sink into his penis.
Slippery with her saliva, it moved in and out of her mouth with more and more ease. He grinned, noticing the firming of her nipples and the increased tempo of her breathing. Whether by her conscious volition or not, her tongue began to meet the crown of his penis each time it thrust into her mouth, curling around the hard wet shaft in an equally wet, welcoming kiss. Little sounds emerged from her throat, and he could not be certain if they were of pleasure or not. He wondered. Was she really a Lesbian, or a bi, a girl who could swing both ways and had? Or was she just pretending with Ramona-or now, with him?
She did edge her knees forward until she was more deeply between his thighs.
She did meet the pulsing, sliding, jabbing movements abandoning all resistance.
She was fine, a good fellatrix, a good mouth-fuck, good head.
Surprised, he relaxed his hold on her nape and caressed the satiny skin of her perspiring shoulders while she took complete control. Moving her head in rhythmic strokes, she slid her mouth up and down his saHva-shppery shaft, pumping it in apparent oral rapture.
He felt himself building higher and higher toward a climax.
His abdominal muscles convulsed in anticipation, ad he held his breath, then gasped. His cock began to rk spasmodically in the warm cradle of her face. It aculated smoothly, in long spurts, into the warm wet louth that surrounded it so deughtfully. He lurched, iding her mouth down along the hard shaft until her ose was in his pubic hair. Her body trembled-in apture?-as the hot streams of liquid shot into the back ]f her throat. She swallowed, again and again, with pparent pleasure, gulping audibly in her uninhibited icceptance of the delicious river he sent flowing into her tomach.
When the ejaculations ceased, she sucked contentedly it the softening shaft, sighing in what sounded like satisfaction. Her shoulders sagged in relaxation. Then they began to shudder and her breasts began to slap his thighs as she shook with sobs.
He slipped his spent cock from her mouth and turned her face up, watching the tears flow down her cheeks.
"Little late to cry, isn't it?"
"You son of a bitch! You ... I liked it! Strong man, making me eat it . . . you bastard! I even swallowed it, all of it! You made me like it... / hate you!"
"Sure you do," he said, grinning, shaking his head.
Why, he wondered, aren't I enough of a bastard to really torture her? Because I think she's just something Ramona picked up. to use and probably discard? Lord, I assumed I had done the worst thing I could to a Lesbian. Instead she enjoyed every second of it. And now she's blaming me because she enjoyed herself! He shook his head again. He'd probably botched any attempt at getting anything out of her without using one of the needles filled with Psychotranque-C: Zombie.
He sighed and shook his head. Well, we'll see. After years of handling the problems of whores, I should be able 'to take care of this kid! The male dream is to convert alez .. . have I? Well, I'll. ..
That's when she grabbed his balls with one hand and his cock with the other and squeezed and yanked, both at once. The pain was so sudden and sharp that Ed couldn't even cry out. He just grunted-and triggered a dissolving needle of the illegal drug called Zombie into the swollen outer curve of her left breast.
She yipped, jerking her hands away from his crushed genitals to clasp herself, feeling the bee sting of pain as the needle went in.
Half turning to lay the gun on the foot of the bed, out of her reach, Ed swung back to slap her hard across the face. She lurched sidewise, her hair flying, her hands leaving her breast in an attempt to break her fall. She thudded to the carpet, on her side, nakedly half curled in a fetal position, whimpering.
"Pinch your nipple," Ed said, cupping his still-pained testicles in a soothing hand.
"Fuck you, cocksucker," she snapped, which he thought was rather funny in view of the fact that she had just spent seven or ten minutes sucking his cock.
After another few seconds, when he was almost able to breathe normally again and felt as if he might be able to keep his scrotum with him awhile longer, he repeated it.
She trembled. Moaned. Whimpered. Her hand
quivered.
Then her hand rose and she began pinching her own nipple.
Ed's face almost smiled. Good, then. The stuff had
taken hold. She was completely under the influence of the drug. She would answer what he asked, do what he said. He experimented, just a little, to be sure, and it shook him. The stuff worked: no wonder it was illegal. The naked girl was his mindless slave.
Chapter Thirteen
Within ten minutes Ed Royse knew everything about Ramona that Debbie knew. That wasn't a hell of a lot, but he learned about Simon's attempt to kill his partner, about her turning the tables and slaying him there on the ship. Ed listened to the zombie-like girl's description of how she and Ray had disposed of the corpses, sending them out the emergency airlock into space to float there
forever.
The two women had planned to check in here, taking separate rooms but spending the night in only one of mem. Ray had the films. She wasn't worried about money. After a day or so of relaxation, drinking and piaying Lesbian games, they'd go out and start making
contacts to get the film developed and into distribution. Then they'd be rich.
Ed rather doubted it. It seemed more likely to him that Ray would kill this little fluff she'd picked up, just as ruthlessly as Simon had tried to murder her, as ruthlessly as she had killed him and his partners-in-crime. But he didn't say so. He just ordered the naked girl to get into a negligee and to call Ray's room.
She did, while he sat there on the bed, watching her naked body and thinking what it would be like to have a permanent slave who would obey all orders-because she had to, because she couldn't resist the drug. He shook his head. Fun for awhile, he thought. After that it would pall quickly. A subservient woman was^ what a man wanted-but a drugged, mindless automaton, no matter how sexy, would not long fill that bill.
After giving the girl careful and specific instructions, Ed stepped into the bathroom while she called Ray. Yes, Ray would be right down, darling. You look scrumptious. Good enough to eat, haha.
And Ray sounded nervous as all hell.
Ed waited in the bathroom, standing just inside the door, the little needle gun in his hand. The knock came at the door. He had already told his mind slave to be natural, be perfectly natural, and he'd take it fom there.
She was natural enough, opening the door to admit her Lesbian shipboard romancer. And perhaps Ray was perfectly natural, too, come to think. But she did not do] what Ed had expected, and certainly not what poor] Debbie expected.
"Did you see him?" Ray asked. "That man at thj spaceport?"
Debbie laughed, acting natural. "I saw hundreds cfl men. So what? Why'd you disappear like that?"
Ray sighed. "Nothing. Well, here we are, and don't you look nice in that sweet little negligee. Did you know that there must be a thousand girls as young and shapely and pretty as you are, on Mars? And no matter what their habits about sex, all of them will be perfectly willing to crawl in with me . . . once I've got that film into distribution and the money starts rolling in! Did you know that, honey?"
"Ray," Debbie said in a sighing, gently accusing little voice, "Ray . . . what do you mean?" She cocked her head. "Oh ... oh I see!" She smiled. "Sure! We can get all the friends we want, Ray! Three-way, four-way . . . yes, it'll be nice to be rich!" She did a mm, spinning like a dancer, clouds of gauzy night dress floating out about her. Then she stopped, smiling at Ray. "But that's for later ... right now, come on and let me relax you."
She turned to the bed. Ed took a deep, silent breath, getting ready for Ramona to pass in front of him, following the girl to the bed. He'd wait until she was just past; then-he almost grinned-he would shoot one of his naughty little needles right into one of her big ssscheeks.
It's about to happen, Linda, he thought. There were 11*0 of them that did it to you. Now one has killed the i other, and now-I'm about to make a slave of the other!
Debbie reached the bed, raised one knee to rest it on Nbe edge of the mattress, jutting her backside at the same note as she tugged at the gown, pulling it taut across her [jounded buttocks, enticing Ray. And Ray followed, and ted saw her now, wearing a black tunic over fiery red pants that were skintight. He brought up his needier.
That was when Ramona raised her needle gun and feggered it twice. Two barely audible hisses in the silent i jDom. A gasping grunt from Debbie as they whipped
through the gauzy fabric of her negligee and buried themselves in her flesh. She jerked forward as if stung-which was exactly what had happened. She'd been stung, twice. Slapping her hands to her back, arching, she turned to peer accusingly, pitifully at her Lesbian lover.
"Sorry, baby," Ray said quietly. "All those other available girls I mentioned don't know what I did on Earth, or on that spaceship. That way they can't get mad or greedy and try to blackmail me or something, you see. So . . . bye bye, Debbie, baby. It was lovely, just lovely. The poison in those needles is quick, and almost painless. Almo . . . uh!"
It was her turn to jerk and gasp, as Ed sent a needle from his own pistol into her. Not into her butt, as he had intended, but into her upper arm. For two reasons: first, it would rush into her bloodstream far faster that way, and secondly, he hoped she would . . .
She did. She jerked and, in reflex action, her fingers snapped wide. Her needier dropped to the carpet. She swung to face Ed, stood there and stared at him with huge eyes.
"You!"
"Me," he said, keeping the little pistol trained on her. "That stuff's going to work fast, so I have to tell you fast. I want you to know, while you're still normal. That was my girl you and Simon worked over, and I'm mighty sorry you killed him. But now, you Lesbian bitch, I've just filled you full of Zombie, and in a few seconds yo_ won't be able to do a damned thing but what I tell yon . . . and that's going to be a good bitch while I fuck you!"
Her face took on an even greater look of horror than had that of Debbie-who was sinking back onto the bed,!
Ray gasped. Her hands started up toward her bosom in feminine reaction. Then she remembered. She smiled.
"Your gun's loaded with Zombie? Fine . . . mine's loaded with needles full of tricurare! You're dead, mister."
And she bent for her gun.
"Freeze," Ed said.
She kept bending. Her hand reached out.
"Freeze," Ed said, starting forward.
Her fingers closed around the gun. She glanced up, hearing him moving toward her.
"Freeze," Ed snapped. |1
Her hand closed around the gun and brought it up. He saw her knuckles whiten as she started to pull the trigger, and he dived past her, catching her hip with his as he drove by. Phht, and the needle smacked into the door before which he had stood. Then she was lurching against the bed, knocked off balance.
She caught herself with one hand, swung.
"Freeze" Ed yelped, thinking that the bitch was right. He should have clobbered hell out of her. She'd kill him.
But she froze! The Zombie was in her bloodstream. The woman who had so sadistically destroyed Linda was now his mindless slave. "Put the gun on the bed," he said. Ramona quivered, trying to rebel, then reached out to place her needier on the bed. Ed stepped swiftly forward I and picked it up. He was about to give her another order I when Debbie's movement jerked his eyes to her. I Debbie's eyes bulged. Her hps quivered as her mouth I opened. Her tongue emerged. Her face darkened, � reddened, became purplish. Then black. She collapsed. "God," Ed whispered. "You've murdered again! All
that poor girl did was get on the wrong spaceship and meet the wrong person!"
"The greedy little bitch! She dug both men and women," Ramona said. "She latched onto me fast, too, once she found out how rich we'd be! She didn't get a drop less than she deserved."
Ed sighed. She was right. How had Debbie been less a criminal than Ray? It was a matter of emotion; he hated Ray for personal reasons. Debbie had had a choice, and she had made it. She had known her big female lover was a killer, a woman who would soon be in the business of developing and leasing and selling illegal films. Debbie knew that Ray had killed her own partner; she'd seen it happen.
Ed sighed. That didn't make it any less a shame, that young lovely body sprawled stiffly on the carpet in a hotel room over one hundred million miles from her home, her pretty face black and hideous.
"Ramona. You've got to answer anything I ask, and you've got to do precisely as I say. Right?"
He saw her shiver, saw her face tense and her eyes brighten as she tried to fight it But she could not. She nodded. "Yes."
"Take me to your room, Ramona." And, after Ed had used a bathroom towel to wipe his fingerprints from everything he could think of, Ramona did. He stored away both her pistol and his. He didn't need them, now. She was his slave for the next four days or so. (And then: another shot.) They went to her room, and there he ordered the big woman to strip. She did, impassively. "Ramona." Her eyes met his.
He shook his head. "What a body! God, you're buitt
like a man's most private dreams! Just enough belly to be soft and set off that pretty navel. Just enough meat to pad your hipbones . . . and enough hipspan to birth a thousand babies! An ass that was made for bouncing on a mattress, for cusMoning a man's crotch. And lord woman, you've got a pair of jugs that look like someone pumped them up with air!" He shook his head again. "And you've been wasting all that on women!" Male chauvinist pig, he told himself.
"Well, I want you to know that all that fine female body is going to fulfill the purpose it was designed for! You're going to be fucked by a man, Ramona. I want you to be aware of it, so listen closely. You must do what I tell you. You must cooperate, no matter what, and you'll work hard to make it very, very good. You'll know what's happening. You'll know that you're a Lesbian, that you hate it, that it's awful and degrading and dirty, because it's women you love. But... Ramona . . . you won't be able to do a thing about it Because your body will respond to mine, to whatever I do, and you'll do just what I want you to do. Are we clear on that, Ramona, darling slut bitch, you murdering, torturing whore?"
She nodded miserably, helplessly. Maybe, he thought maybe she can actually feel horror, back in there. The way to even a score with someone isn't to kill them. It's to make them suffer! And-/ can make this bitch suffer for you, Linda, while I enjoy myself with her I And thafs what real revenge and ; punishment is all about!
"Answer me from inside, Ramona. Tell me what you I jeally think."
" You . . . filthy . . . bastard . . . I.. . wish ... kill L.. you ... cut your ... slimy ... male prick ... offl"
"Good," he grinned, getting undressed. "That's just the way I want you to feel about it. Now come over here, you big fine chunk of female!"
She came, naked, her big breasts jouncing and trembling before her, nipples stabbing the air like a pair of swordpoints. He smiled, watching her and knowing that inside she was helplessly and soundlessly shrieking every step of the way.
Sitting there on the edge of the bed, he reached up to fondle her naked breasts. He ran his hands down over her sides and the curve of her belly, down over the fine furry hair of her crotch. His fingertips toyed with the soft, plump hps of her vulva.
She quivered, moaning. Fighting herself. He smiled and continued fondling her big body, srniling up at her face. He felt the muscles beneath the satiny skin twitch under his touch. He bade her turn, and she turned, and he fondled and molded her buttocks for a time, eyeing the temptingly wide expanse. His smile broadened. True, spanking a woman who had done what this one had done to Linda seemed a childish punishment. On the other hand-psychologically, it would not be. It would be an agony of humiliation for her. Full of the drug, she could only take it and seethe inside.
She moaned when he lifted her easily, draping her across his thighs with her head hanging almost to the floor. Her drugged state made resistance impossible; all he had to do was tell her. She could not control her: purely automatic reactions, though, and she jerked when his opened hand cracked sharply onto her bare, broad buttocks.
"Oh! Please! No!" she cried, tightening those cheeks into upjutting hemispheres of quivering flesh.
"Don't try to stop me," he said, gazing dehghtedly
down at that once-slapped ass. Once in all her life, probably. "But by all means act natural."
That made it far more interesting. Acting natural meant that she squirmed and kicked her feet and struggled while that big male hand came down again and again on the bare skin of her buttocks. Her cries filled the room. He was putting a great deal of effort into the task, for this was one creature he didn't care how much he hurt. Her quivering, taut cheeks were warming noticeably. Again his hand came down, and again, waiting while she tensed, then descending just as* she started to relax her mortified flesh.
Her struggled lessened gradually. She hung over his legs panting from the effort of being on the receiving end of a more than forceful hand whipping. Perspiration gleamed on her nakedness. Once he reminded her that being spanked was very sexy, she made whimpering little moaning sounds and wiggled. A curiously pleasant feeling was beginning to suffuse her loins each time the hand slapped her ass.
He watched the change in her movements, and he knew that she was concentrating on the open-handed blows as the erotic effect was transmitted to her sexual organs.
His arm tired, he assisted her big sexy body over onto the bed. She lay there in a crumpled heap, looking smaller.
"You're going to love this," he told her. "You're going to help me fuck hell out of you. And inside you're going to hate every moment, and you'll come so close to coming . .. but you won't get there!"
She moaned again, seemingly in a sensual daze as he to down beside her and slipped one arm under her ksad. She emitted little pleasure sounds and wriggled in
his embrace as his mouth toyed with her distended nipples. She was panting, helplessly responding, while inside. . . .
The hard probe of his cock pressed against her inner thighs. She lifted one leg as the long shaft slid in to nudge her soft-lipped cunt. Whimpering, she tightened her thighs around it and squirmed her hips, gripping the rigid warmth that was her captured prize. Her fingers played over the solid firmness of his muscles as though they represented a great discovery.
He brushed his hand over her back. As his hand reached the swell of her slapped buttocks, she strained her belly against him. Their hips wagged and pumped in something approaching unison, busily arousing each other's bodies to greater desire. Again and again the big hard cock rubbed over her soft pussy.
Her distaste showed only in her eyes, and he gazed straight into them when he said, "Ask me for it."
She flailed her head, her eyes tortured. Her hands quivered in helpless torment at her inability to fight him.
He slapped her. "I said ask me for it."
"Put . . . please put it into me," she murmured in helpless obedience. Her eyes were agonized. Her legs opened wide apart, removing any possible barrier to her body. He lifted himself over her, suspended on his arms, and began lowering himself atop her. Their bellies touched, then ground together. The hard bones at the tops of their crotches touched, rubbed, grated together. The big crown of his penis slipped forward to part the hps of her vulva. She grunted, shuddering.
"Answer me true," he said. "Have you ever been fucked by a man?"
"Never!" she husked vehemently, and gasped as she felt herself being pressed into the mattress. She stared up
at bis face, waiting for the penetration with ambivalent emotions. He watched her hps tighten when the blunt flesh of his glans pushed at the hps of her love orifice. The muscles of her inner thighs jerked uncontrollably at the unaccustomed experience. As his penis spread the entrance flesh, she grunted. Then she gasped out her breath and drew it in sharply again as the pressure continued, and mounted.
The great rod of his cock began thrusting into the opening no man had ever probed before.
He saw it in her eyes. As her vaginal entry widened, she felt as if her whole body was being opened. It seemed to take an eternity, for he deliberately made it slow, slow, watching her, enjoying the knowledge that inside she hated him, wished she could kill him, abhorred this male breaching of the body she had reserved for other females. The torturess was being tortured. The taker was being taken.
With a sudden expanding and renewed pressure, his prick slid deep into the warm wetness of her and she shivered in an involuntary thrill at being completely filled. The male staff throbbed beautifully within her vagina. Her legs rose, slowly, as though fighting the natural urge. They lost the fight, crossing over him and locking at the ankles.
"Ah, god," she gasped, and he slid it out of her and mis time he jammed every inch of his cock into her with inch speed and force that she cried out.
"You're being raped," he told her in a soft voice, gazing down into her face. "You hate it, but you must respond, because you're a natural whore and you can't begin to control your body."
"Ah... ah... it's so big... hard... god, I can't help ... my body ... oh FUCK MEEE!"
Grinning, he slid his cock rapidly in and out of the oven of her vagina. She writhed and bucked in such exuberant, demanding response that he had a hard time keeping Mmself anchored in the slippery hole. He gripped her shoulders tightly.
"Hold still, you fucking little whore!"
"Ican't," she moaned. "Ican't... body.. .needs..0 more . . ."
And all the while her eyes showed only agony and the deepest humiliated torment.
"Unlock your legs, then, and m give you more, slut," he snapped. Her ankles unclasped. Her legs sprawled, limply on either side of him. Pulling his hands from beneath her shoulders, he maneuvered them down beneath her knees. He began lifting them. She moaned and her head snapped back and forth.
Bewildered, she dropped her hands from him to brace them against the bed. "What... what are you doing?"
She grunted as her legs were raised slowly up and up, until her knees were nearly touching her shoulders. Her body was thus bowed, her hips angling upward. The slash of her sex, the deep hole of it, was angled almost straight upward. He tucked her legs in, leaning on them, crushing her thighs down into her breasts and flattening them.
Again he slipped his hands under her shoulders, holding her thighs under his body and between his powerful biceps. She was helpless, unable to move, her cunt tilted for the absolute maximum of penetration. She groaned and made a pained face when he jammed it in, all the way, his groin slanuning down on hers until their pubic hairs were interlocked. Rapidly he slid it in and out of her upturned channel, filling her to the very depths of her cunt She groaned with each hard lunge.
"Now you really get pumped, you woman-loving bitch," he said, smiling nastily into her face, and he pumped hard, in and out. As the rigid pole pounded rhythmically in her belly, she quivered in complete submission and the deliberate ambivalence of feelings he had forced upon her: pain and humiliation, hatred and desire, helpless lunging upward to suck him even deeper, despite the pain to her deep hole, where no man had ever delved.
She was incredibly tight, and it seemed strange to him, since she was such a big woman. But her vagina was that of a girl's, her lips close pressed as if in love with each other. It was she who had worn the dildo when that sort of girl-girl game had been played; she had wanted no male or male substitute in her body. And now he was fucking her hard and deep, beating her pussy hard with his body and seemingly trying to drive a channel down through her to her throat.
God, he thought, what a monstrous twist this is! She's one of the best bed partners I've ever had; I haven't had such a fuck in years! Feeling the singings of pleasure in his loins and belly, he increased the momentum of his strokes-to her apparent delight. Her gripping hands and jerking, bucking body urged him on to greater efforts. She alternated between squeals and moans as she absorbed the sensations of the long hard cock pistoning in and out of her.
Abruptly he plunged it into her as far as he could and pushed his feet against the bed, hard, forcing her hips upward until his angle of penetration was almost straight down. She gasped in astonishment, then cried out in unavoidable response to the pain. It was a way to screw a woman who had long since been opened and had been screwed many times since; it was no way to
break in a girl unaccustomed to penetration of any sort. Unless the intention was to hurt her....
Her body was bent almost double, her head beneath her knees. A series of gasping "Ah" sounds emerged from her open mouth. The organ must have felt, he thought, as though it were filling her entire insides. But pain or no, she was giving every indication of tightening up inside, churning in a building inferno.
Then, without warning, his cock jerked convulsively. A hot stream of semen hosed into her vagina. The force of his emission almost knocked the breath out of her and she opened her mouth to scream, her own body reacting to the powerful surges of man juice that were ramming into her womb. He grunted; the rolling wave of his orgasm ascended through his abdomen so that he felt bathed in ecstatic if momentary flames.
Beneath him, she closed her eyes tightly and rolled her head from side to side in almost hysterical response as the burning liquid hammered into her, beating her helpless body into an uncontrollable imitation of what should have been repeated orgasms . . . except that he had told her there would be none.
Finally, exhausting the supply of his hot sperm, he rested atop her in panting fatigue. Their naked bodies were dripping with sweat and the sheet and pillow were dark with the moisture. Her body was limp in his embrace. He lowered her buttocks slowly, with his still-rigid penis firmly implanted in her. Bending almost painfuUy, he teased one big nipple with his tongue. For a moment he thought she had fainted. But she made a little sound and turned her head to gaze at Him from dull eyes.
She would be too weak, he knew, to do other than rest for some time. And so would he. So he carefully
released her legs from his grip and let them sprawl on either side of his body. Starting to move off her, he noticed her sigh and decided against giving her that relief. Tightening his hold around her shoulders, he pushed his penis as deeply as possible into her flooded chamber. She gasped; he sighed in contentment
When he reopened his eyes, he knew he had drifted off, and wondered how long it had been. She lay beneath him, staring. He nibbled at her nipple, liking the sound of her moan and the twisting of her features.
Bitch, he thought. Filthy torturing murdering woman-loving bitch-/ hope I tore your damned cunt!
She writhed; and when he started to pull his penis from her, their pubic hair stuck together with the dried semen. Both of them winced. He chuckled.
"You're glued to your man, dear," he told her, choosing words he was sure would add to her inner torment "with come juice."
Then he pulled quickly back and she yelped at the tug on her hairs. As he moved from her, a trickle of liquid followed the removal of his long-embedded penis from her soaked vagina. She shivered as it ran down between her thighs.
She rose, waddling awkwardly to the bathroom, and when she returned he stepped behind her to caress her sides. Sliding his arms around her, he cupped her breasts. He squeezed them gently, pressing her nude back against him.
"You're some kind of fine fuck, baby," he told her with his lips close to her ear. "What a shame you've wasted all this body all these years." He hunched his groin against the burgeoning fullness of her buttocks, feeling the shiver run through her.
I'm really enjoying this, he thought. God, it is good,
screwing a Lesbian and knowing she's in inner agony-and can't do a thing about it. I'm about as cruel and sadistic as she is ... but at least I have a reason, an "excuse." For just a moment he saw Linda again, hanging there in the basement, almost unrecognizable .. . and Debbie, all black in the face, dead in her hotel room. . . .
I will make it last, he thought. I've got to think. He was massaging her breasts with both hands, bouncing and squeezing them while he worked his hips to tickle her buttocks with the hair of his groin. At least he knew what he would do next
"Next, Ramona, old darling," he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to shove it up your ass and see how that grabs you."
The big woman shivered, with violence, and would have fallen but for his arms around her from behind.
Chapter Fourteen
Ramona was bent slightly forward from the waist. Ed stood behind her, his arm curled around her nakedness.
Running his hand down her spine, he began to caress the big mounds of her buttocks. She held onto his arm, trembling, wiggling just a little, wondering what he was going to do. Or rather, when. He had already told, her what, and where.
His finger worked its way into the crevice of her buttocks. She shifted her feet wider apart, bracing herself.
"Relax," he told her, and once again she obeyed
permitting his finger to enter her easily. There was no sound other than that of their breathing while she felt the stiffened digit move over her anus. Slowly it began to push at the tight little opening, and the muscles involuntarily constricted.
"Relax, and stay relaxed," he said, thinking that it was almost a shame. True, he was not using any lubricant at all, and she would feet it. But her brain's autonomic centers instantly obeyed his order to relax, and thus she would be able to take it far more easily than otherwise. But he had to say it: she had the muscular strength to keep him out. Not now. She surrendered to the invasion, because he had told her to do so. He began inserting his finger.
A little grunting sound was forced from her as the finger slid all the way into her smooth-walled rectum and began massaging the delicate membranes.
"You're about to be fucked in the ass," he told her. "I wonder if I can get all this prick into you without splitting you wide open."
Her reply was both automatic and visible, and he watched the gooseflesh race over her body. But she arched her hips to allow him greater penetration, drawing in her breath sharply when he began working his finger more energetically within her.
He grinned. "Split or not, it's going to go in all the way. And you'd better be quiet. If it hurts, don't scream. Just bite your Up." IBs finger made a small sucking sound as he puUed it out of the warm sheath. "All right, you know what to do. Lean forward over that dresser and hang on."
She did, shuddering. They had had a drink, and novr she said in a pitiful Uttle voice, "Uh ... my... my titties
are hanging in an ice water puddle!"
"Congratulations," he enthused. "You'll need something to cool you off! Now shove that butt out, woman!"
She did.
"Spread your feet a little further apart," he said, studying the fleshy mounds of her naked ass, thrust out and temptingly high. They would form a superb cushioning set of pillows for his hips, he thought, stationing himself behind her. She was watching him nervously in the dresser mirror, already gnawing at her lower hp.
Then she was trapped by his powerful torso. His penis began to rub against her soft crotch from behind, hardening and lengthening with each hunching jerk of his hips. Her breath came faster and faster under the ardent abrasion of his shaft's whipping between the lower curves of her buttocks. His hand slipped from around her waist. She tensed, wincing as he positioned the head of his penis against her tight sphincter.
She bit her Up, staring at his concentrating face in the mirror as she felt the shaft pushing between the lushly ripe halves of her bottom. The fleshy head began to spread the entrance, pushing irresistibly at it. She grunted, quivering.
"Please . . ."
He nodded enthusiastically, "You're begging for it? Wonderful. All right. Be still, and relax, Ramona, my darling slut. Isn't it wonderful?"
"Please___are ... are you sure it will go in ...?"
"It's going in right now, Ray baby. Just hold still and feel yourself swallow it up. This has been a form of birth control for centuries, and lots of women are happy to
take their lovers in the rear. Although, of course, they do go through a process of opening her up and greasing the channel and the prick. But I guess to a Lesbian bitch like you it does put you off a bit, hmm?" "Ohhhh god!"
His face was very serious now as he concentrated on the effort of insertion. "I like it in the mirror," he told her. "It lets me see your eyes. And you can watch me, too, and know that this isn't an act of love. I'm raping... your ... assV* He punctuated that last word with a hard shove.
She groaned out her pain and frustration as his cock abruptly expanded the hole it was determined to enter and fill. Her face grimaced at him in the mirror. Already her shoulders and upper breasts were glistening with perspiration.
"You're . . . tearing me open!" Her trembling knees were so weak she could barely stand, much less resist the rectal invasion.
"Just brace yourself, baby. I'm tired of playing around. I'm not going to take it easy from here on in." And he hunched, thrusting the hard length into her, increasing both pressure and pain. Even he felt some pain, but the sight of her gritting her teeth, the sound of her whining, the marvelous tight feel of it, made him unable to stop. Knowing that her anal muscles were aching excruciatingly as the full width of his prick expanded the hole, he gripped her hips and thrust hard. The great shaft bored steadily into her, generating a sheen of perspiration that glistened on her body.
"Oh... ahgh... oh my god... it hurts... hurts..." Tears streamed from her eyes, making him wonder if anyone had ever made this sadistic bitch weep before.
"Please ... pull it out before .. .it kills mel"
"You will feel the pain and the abrasion," he told her, pausing and gasping with the exertion required to pierce her tight asshole. "But you will only tell me how good it feels. And you will help, do you understand?"
"Yessss," she sobbed. "It feels . . . ahh! ... so gooood!"
Grinning, he grasped her cheeks and tried to drag them apart the better to pierce the tender little slot between them. Actually he was having a hell of a time forcing his tool into the virginal channel. But he knew it would be worth the effort.
It already was. His cock was as though gripped in a foam rubber-sheathed vise. Her writhing buttocks only assured the continued rigidity of his penis.
Despite his order to the contrary, she shrieked when he made a hard grinding lunge. Her lower belly ground into the dresser and her body shook as he embedded bis cock hi her ass, all the way.
His balls lay against the smooth and shining skin beneath the hole he now filled with flesh like the hardest rubber.
He lay panting and sweating against her naked, trembling back, savoring the tight wetness of the hot flesh surrounding his penis.
"YouVe got it all, baby."
She lay weakly on the dresser top. Her eyes showed her amazement. It was really buried in her, in that tightest and tiniest of grooves! The feel of it was like a huge pole inside her rectum, feeling enormous. Her tissues flashed messages of shock through her, mirroring themselves in her face, when he began a slow withdrawal. Her heart pounded. Her face writhed. His
emerging cock felt as though it was pulling her guts out of her.
Then it was plunging back into her, gushing her breath out to fog the mirror. Her body jerked and her big dangling breasts made htde splashing noises in the puddle on the dresser top.
Moistened by both its own and her internal juices-sweat-it was now beginning to move more smoothly, formatting her to tolerate the pain. But it remained painful. And she remained unable to complain:
"Unnnhh ... so good ... aaahhhgh! Oh no ... no I mean yes, do it! . . ."
The mighty piston began to penetrate rhythmically. Her body bounced from the steady impacts. He had to hold his arms tightly around her to prevent her felling, from bashing her head into the mirror.
As the rectal screwing progressed, her body became accustomed to the presence of the flagpole inside her. The tight, expanded little channel still ached, and she was sure it was torn. She was gasping in rhythm with his thrusts, relaxed in his embrace. Her body was his. Her ass was his.
It was the tightest, most perfectly padded screw he had ever experienced, and he was not an inexperienced man.
"Feel it building, building?" he muttered, hunching hard. "Feel it, slut? Listen, and obey and remember, forever. This is the only way you can orgasm, Ray! This is what you must have! You will climax this time . . . and you will every time you take it in the ass. But you'll never be able to achieve orgasm with a woman again, and not by having a prick up cunt, either. There's
something wrong with your clitoris, you see. Your only orgasms will come from this." He jammed hard in punctuation.
She moaned. She blinked as tears streamed from her eyes and fell to run down her naked, hanging breasts. But she knew it was true. Her life would be forever different. He had changed it. What he said was so, because Zombie ruled her mind and body and he had said it, and what he said was so. She began wagging her hips. And yes, she could feel the slow building of an orgasm that she had never felt other than under the hps and tongue of another woman.
She saw her face in the mirror through half closed eyes as die concentrated on the smoothly shding cock up her back. Her reflection showed the agony in her eyes-and the pleasure, too. She could see only the top of his head as he applied himself to the joyful work of ass fucking her. She could not help her murmured words of encouragement. He had told her to.
But inside, far inside, trapped behind a locked door in her mind with Zombie standing guard outside, she knew, and she hated him, hated herself, hated this and all that would happen. And she wished with agonized fervency that she had never gone to Earth, much less snatched and tortured that girl, Linda.
So hot, so tight. He had increased the tempo of his strokes, and her big cheeks were bouncing against the base of his prick. She was on tiptoe, jammed hard against the dresser. She gripped its edges tightly with her sweaty hands, trying to avoid putting too much weight on the deeply implanted shaft of fire and iron.
His arms tightened around her wet slippery waist. He shoved hard, jamming himself as far up into her as he
could. She groaned-and thrust back on it, taking it a quarter of an inch deeper, flattening her buttocks against his straining body. In. And out. And back in....
And suddenly it began jerking violently within her. A hot stream of semen jolted into her bowels. Her hps rounded in surprise, unwelcome surprise and delight at the rapturous feeling that filled her in response to the impact of the hot spurts. She sagged, letting her weight rest completely on the great staff that impaled her. Little grunts of pleasure escaped her as the warm river slammed into her.
At last the liquid injection ceased. He sighed with satisfaction, leaning weakly against her. Shifting his hands to cup her soft, wet breasts, he rubbed his palms against the stiffened nipples. He stood there, almost lying on her back, feeling the orgasmic tremors of her body and knowing she hated him.
"Ah," he gasped, and there was a wet, sucking noise as his cock sucked out of her anus, followed by a pale trinkle of semen.
"Lovely," he said. "Just lovely. Now turn around and get on your knees, big woman, and lick me clean."
And as she knelt there before him in meek submission, helplessly doing precisely as he had commanded, he had a marvelous idea. He would take her to an exhibition bar! That would add to her humihation, and surely he could manage one more orgasm into her, once they had eaten and drunk. He would take her to one of those wicked places that some women loved-and most men-and he would make sure she was aware of all the eyes on her as she was well screwed.
Then, he thought, reaching down to twine his fingers
in her hair as she knelt and licked his spent, sagging penis, I'll find a little merchant spaceship with a crew of several men. That's how we'll return to Earth . . . with her paying for our passage, as ship's girl! Yes .. .all the way home, Ramona dear, you filthy murdering bitch!
But right now . .. right now there was something else he could do, before they got cleaned up and dressed. Right now he had to piss.
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Ed smiled at her. "Ready for your exhibition, Ray dear?"
Her eyes went wide. She glanced quickly at the door on the far side of the room, drawing in her breath sharply and licking her hps. "I... I..."
"You are ready for your exhibition," Ed told her firmly, and she nodded.
"Oh yes."
"Atta girl. In a few minutes, you won't be thinking of anything but yourself, sweetheart. That's just why I brought you here. Now understand this. You don't want to do it. You know you're a Lesbian, and you don't dig men, but it's going to be good, eventually . . . and you
cannot help obeying me. Got that, Ray baby?"
She nodded in silence, looking as if she were about to cry.
He held out his hand. Ramona placed her fingers in his palm and stood up, trembling. But her brain could not fight the drug, could not fight its helpless submission to his commands. Holding her hand firmly, Ed led her over to the door and grasped the latch. Grinning at her, he swung it open.
Ramona stared fearfully into the darkness beyond. She felt the tug of his hand, heard his quiet invitation. "Step right in, whore."
Ramona plucked at her skirt nervously, bunching it ahead of her as she stepped shakily into the darkness. She heard the door click behind her. Darkness enfolded her. She shivered.
For a moment she heard only their breathing. An almost imperceptible hum filled the room, and she gasped as drapes slid back along all four walls. She glanced quickly around her, but the door fit the wall so perfectly she could not see it. The babble of voices, of laughter, rose about her, and her hand went quickly to her bosom. She stared.
She was in the middle of the main dining room. Hundreds of persons surrounded her, eating or drinking, smoking, smiling-and staring at her as the drawn drapes revealed her and her captor.
She knew it was only an illusion, created by three-dimensional telecameras, but the reality of the effect was frightening, hideously embarrassing. She had heard of the exhibition rooms, but she had never dreamed she'd be in one- and with a man\
In the main dining room was a pool, precisely the size of this room. In the center of the pool was an elaborate
light display, designed to attract certain attention . . . and the display was equipped with telecameras that transmitted the natural actions and gazes of the crowd ... to the four walls of the Exhibition room, which were actually telescreens. It was a stage in the middle of hundreds of people, all looking at her.
"It is real this time, Ray," Ed said quietly, and instantly her mind was compelled to believe him. She whimpered. All those people! "Everyone's looking at you, Ramona dear." His hand pressed insistently at the small of her back. "Step over there on the platform where they can see you better, slut."
The soft light revealed a low bed in the center of the . . . "arena." At its foot was a small dais, with steps ascending to it Helplessly, Ramona stumbled to it Pausing at the foot of the steps, she looked frantically about at the staring eyes. Her teeth sank into her hps. Some of them-many of them-were smiling or laughing as they stared at her. She saw a girl nudge her date, grinning as she gazed straight at Ramona. Her brain fought . . . she trembled, trying to escape the mental control. . . .
"Onto the platform, Ramona."
She lifted her skirt and ascended the three steps to the dais. It was so real! She was unable not to believe that she was on stage. Glancing over at Ed, she saw that he was smiling at her reactions. She touched the bodice of her tunic, feeling the pounding of her heart.
"Look at them, Ray. They're waitingl"
At the sound of his voice, Ramona once more gazed around at the audience. All those people are staring at me, displayed here on this dais!
Then his voice came, lightly, tinged with a hint of amusement "They want to see you naked, darling."
She panicked. "No ... no please . . . not in front of . . ."
"Rarnona! You can, you will. Look at those six people at that table over there." She followed his pointing finger to see a sextet of diners gazing straight at her, unwaveringly. One fat man seemed to be studying the bulge of her tits beneath the tunic. "They can hardly wait to see you undress," Ed said. "Rarnona, strip.'*
Her eyes swung frantically about. She was trapped, helpless on this stage, while all those people waited impatiently for her to strip for them, to show them her body. And she had to.
Wlmnpering, chewing her lower hp, she lifted her arms. Her trembling fingers found the depolarizer that allowed her tunic to gap instantly open. The dress loosened around her shoulders. She felt sure she could detect a pause in the many conversations, as the audience eyed her intendy. The tunic opened only to the waist; she would have to pull it off over her head. She reached down for the hem. Slowly, she began lifting the short skirt, drawing it up until it was at her waist, exposing her perfectly shaped thighs.
Then she drew the garment up and over her head. The fabric rustled-mockingly, she thought-when she dropped it to the floor.
Clad only in her undergarments, she touched the lush swell of one big breast with a finger, trying to calm her quickened breathing. She gasped, turning to him; "Please . . . I'm so . . ."
He laughed. "Embarrassed? Of course you are. What woman wouldn't be, in front of all these people? All watching you. But you can't help yourself. You can't
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cheat them. Show them what you look like, Ramona, Let them see your fat naked tits and that fuzzy slash between your legs."
Her cheeks reddened at the callous explicitness of his words. She clamped her legs tightly together, one knee bent forward a little in a self-protecting, self-concealing posture. But she had to . . .
With a little shudder, she reached up to unsnap the center catch of her brassiere. Trying to keep her eyes off the crowd, trying to ignore their interested gazes, she leaned forward to let the bra slide from her shoulders. Her full breasts swung free, covered only by the faint flush of her intense embarrassment. It was agony.
"Good," he told her. "They're staring at the old titties now, Ray. Marvelous feeling, isn't it?"
It was. She reveled in it, delighted in it, and she surged her chest forward to show them-and Ed realized his mistake.
"That is, it's horribly, obscenely embarrassing," he told her, "completely humihating, for you, a big predatory Lesbian to have to stand there and show her big fat naked milkbags to that crowd . . . and to be unable to cover yourself with your hands."
She was already starting to do just that. But the moment he told her she couldn't. . . she couldn't. Her hands went to the waistband of her panties. Her thumbs slid in, feeling cold against her flush-hot flesh. She eased them down, trembling, hearing their whispering slide over her stockings. She had to bend to remove them from her ankles, and she whimpered again, feeling all those eyes staring at her upturned ass. She tried very hard to keep the cheeks tightly pressed.
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Then she had the panties off, and she straightened quickly, covering the dark curls of her pubic hair with one hand.
"No sense in trying to hide your pussy, Ray baby," he pointed out calmly. "They've already seen it. Now stand up straight, so they can see your cunt better and so your tits don't droop so much."
Shivering in huniiliation, she straightened. She was unable to disobey. She tried to ignore the crowd, but could not. Her hands shot up to cover her face. She cringed behind them in agonized shame. "Please... this is horriblel"
He watched her, and he was delighted. And he didn't try to hide it. "Uncover your face! Let them see how you feel about it. They want to see what a degraded whore you are . . . show them!"
Her hands dropped from her face, brushing her breasts as they fell. Each globe jiggled busily. Her cheeks crimsoned. She looked about, shivering at the expressions of amusement, of curiosity, in the crowd that surrounded her. Her hands lifted again, involuntarily going to her breasts. She discovered that her body was reacting with unconstrained eroticism, helplessly, to her exhibitionistic display of her own nudity. Her nipples were in erection. She moaned. Go down! Go down! Donft let them see me like this! It is not sexyl
But her trembling fingers found stiff red berries tipping her tits, and she heard a ripple of laughter behind her. She dared not look. Then her attention was caught by a movement at the bottom of the steps. She looked down and sucked in a swift breath: Ed stood there, completely nude.
"Nol No please! We can't! No no, don't do it to me!
Not herel" Alarmed to the point of terror, she jerked her head rapidly about, seeking an exit.
But he was quickly up the steps. Has hands grasped her bare shoulders. "Oh yes. We're going to do it right here. Right in front of everybody."
She tightened her thighs, pressing them together, crossing her hands over her pubic area while she tried to move him with a pleading look. "Oh, god, please don't I'll... I'll never forget... it's so humiliating?'
He nodded. "Right. You'll never forget it bitch! You'll never forget what you did to T irtda, and how you left her there, and how I followed you all the way here to Mars . . . and did this to you. It's women you want, taking them like a man. Old Ramona on the prowl! Well, this time it's different. You'll take it like a woman, Ray baby. Now get this: I'm going to start treating you like a woman ... and you are going to respond."
She moaned. His strong hands pulled her steadily closer. She was continually, horribly conscious of the murmurings and the tinkle of dinnerware that surrounded them And the eyes, the eyes . . . then her full breasts with their helplessly erected nipples touched his chest-and a tingle went through them. His words stamped through her mind, again and again: you are going to respond you are going to respond you are going to . . .
She could feel the coarseness of his male body hair, tickling her soft flesh where she had felt it only once before ... and it was erotic. Her hands rose, seemingly without her awareness, to his shoulders. His arms encircled her waist to pull her firmly against him. She groaned, feeling the hard length of his rigid penis.
No no no, a voice cried out inside her. / don't want him in there! No . . . stop him . . . break free . . . you
are going to respond . .. respond....
The big head of his penis pressed insistently against her soft vulva as their bodies welded together. Then his hps were pressing down on hers, and she opened her mouth automatically. Her breathing quickened.
"You want all this cock in you, Rarnona."
No! yes ... going to respond ... No... respond... no . . .YES____
She was aware of the tightness in her nipples as his tongue penetrated her mouth-and suddenly she was pushing her naked body against him, opening her thighs to make way for the throbbing maleness of him.
The crowd was blotted out of her mind. She struggled to get closer, closer to his muscular body. Her arms slid up around his neck. She sucked avidly at his probing tongue. She thrilled to the feeling of his arms holding her strongly against him. Her heart was pounding with a demanding rhythm. Her thighs opened under the commanding pressure of his knee, and her hips curved forward to expose her crotch to his penis. A crotch that had never housed a penis before today . . . she had dildoed, but it had never happened to her, before him. She wouldn't allow it. She had played the man. She wanted nothing male in her body. Nothing.... .... But she wanted his cock, wanted it. She emitted a little cry of erotic pleasure as she felt the hard prick abrading her vulva, thrusting strongly, demandingly with the movements of his hips. And hers moved, too.
She began grinding her hips, seeking the greatest contact, attempting to lock bis body between her thighs. Then his hps shpped from hers, and she pressed her cheek against his, and . . . she saw the crowd again. Again the nauseous feeling arose. She felt hideously
degraded (deliciously degraded) and hiraiiliated and assaulted. All those strange faces were staring at her naked body, writhing in the sexual embrace-and with a man\
She grunted as the rigid length of his penis probed between the hps of her vulva. She could not help herself: she hunched against it. The words came unbidden from her mouth as she responded. "Fuck me ... I want your hard cock. . . ."
He was forcing her backward, and she stumbled against the edge of the bed, panting with her need. She felt herself falling, still held in his powerful embrace. They twisted as they fell, so that they landed on the bed on their sides, bouncing on the water mattress. The sheets were cool and soft against her nakedness. He grasped her under the armpits, dragging her fully onto tiie bed.
Wriggling, she squirmed against him and lifted her legs as his muscular thigh forced its way between hers. Their demanding hps joined in a wet, open-mouthed kiss while she felt the solid rubbing of his penis against her soft vaginal hps. Sweat glistened on their writhing bodies. Little sighs of delight gurgled from her throat. Gradually, she went limp, giving her naked body over entirely to his demands.
Unresisting, she felt herself being rolled over onto her back. Her legs spread wide and she panted, her nipples standing up like hard red exclamation points. She watched in wide-eyed suspense as he settled between her thighs, his body hovering over hers, lowering. Then he came down onto her. She felt his weight, pressing her into the mattress in a thrilling imprisonment
Her hand moved. It slipped between their perspiring bellies and she looked at the staring audience while she
grasped his penis. So huge ... so hairy ... so stiff and thick . . . never before today . . . but she had to . . . she could not help it, she had to respond, she wanted it
She shifted the big cock until the tip touched her cunt lips, wild thoughts rushing through her mind. Look what he's doing to me! He's going to fuck me right in front of all of you . . . and I've never wanted to be fucked so much in my life!
His knowledge that this was only her second time only added to the thrill and delight of bis breaking this sadistic bitch; he'd show her what sadism could be! But there was no blockage; she had already experienced the breaking of all her sex barriers in the hotel room. Her hole was probably still sore from that but the fact did not bother Ed. She had never felt a penis before his, and he intended to get all of his kicks from her before turning her over to the dogs.
"Ah!" she gasped, feeling a lance of pain when the blunt flesh of his crown began pushing insistently at her tight slit Grunting and gasping, she felt a slight pain as her entrance was widened. His prick shoved aside her soft, unprotected hps and moved deeper between them.
Then it was entering the vagina beyond that soft-lipped vestibule, and she groaned-but responded. She murmured rapturously into his ear, letting hini know how much she enjoyed this invasion of her body. It felt huge, enormous, and she knew that was because of her own tightness; how he must be enjoying drilling into such a grasping cunt!
With a sudden thrust, he slid it all the way into the warm wetness of her belly. She gasped, then cried out ecstatically, raining kisses over his face. She was filled so tightly, so fully.
The magic wand of passion throbbed gloriously in
her, beginning to piston in and out of her, building an erotic fire in her vagina. The mucous-moistened shaft brushed her overdeveloped clitoris periodically, sending irresistible flashes of rapture through her abdomen. Their sweating bodies slapped rhythmically together, again and again, as he thrust it in and out of her.
She could not control her legs. They seemed to rise all by themselves, whipping up to wrap tightly around him as they climbed steadily toward a climax.
She was dimly conscious of murmurs of conversation from the crowd around her, but she reveled in it now, reveled in this exhibitionistic display of being screwed on a water-soft bed in the center of the open stage.
She gasped out a loud grunt of surprise when the mighty cock suddenly rammed deep into her. He seemed to be trying to push it all the way into her body. She grasped her own ankles and pulled her own legs farther toward her shoulders, aiding him to impale her more fully on his hot pole of sex. She knew a seemingly endless moment of rapturous waiting . . . and then the gliding shaft jerked with abrupt savagery.
The flaming jet of h'quid shooting up into her vagina took her breath away. Her own body rushed to meet the hammering semen as her organs convulsed in an ecstatic orgasm, (you will respond . . .)
Again she wrapped her legs around her lover, holding him tightly to her while her vagina absorbed the rampaging flood that ejaculated from him, crashing in waves of ecstasy against her own orgiastic response in a mighty climax.
The tide of rapture subsided gradually. She gazed in warm content at the people observing her beneath him on the center of the stage. Her hands roved across her lover's sweaty back, enjoying the feel of his weight
relaxing on top of her. She emitted a sad sigh as his cock moved slowly in and out of her, and she felt the warm trickle of liquid spill down her crotch, creeping between her buttocks.
He raised himself above her on his palms. "And how do you like being the main attraction, bitch?"
She shifted her head, gasping. Her legs tightened around him. She murmured, "Do... do me again...
Ed was temporarily startled. Then it suddenly occurred to him that he had counteracted his earlier command that she would only have an orgasm when fucked in the ass. He chuckled. "When I tell my zombie to respond, she responds, doesn't she! All right; now you cannot move. But . . . now you're just Ray, predatory Lesbian again . . . and you know everything that's happened to you. How do you feel about it?"
All delight was hurled from her mind as by the sluicing of a hose loaded with ice water. She began screaming, again and again.
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Chapter Sixteen
Mike Herbert put his head on one side and gave the couple a rather derisive look. They stood still, looking right back at him, the big man and the big woman. The man was well dressed, carrying one small bag. The woman held a suitcase in each hand. She was good-looking, but her body was hard to gauge under the loosely belted coat she wore. It fell nearly to her ankles, although the way it was poked out in front did make Mike think she had a pair of tits worth eyeing.
"Well, you two've got plenty of confidence," he said, "I'll sure say that. Just pack up and come right on down here to hotrodder's docks, looking for passage to Earth. And on a freighter, at that! We've got no accommodations for passengers."
The man shrugged. "That doesn't matter," he said, looking over Mike's shoulder to where the freight-ship Neffer stood, ready to leap into space and fall back to the bluish ball in the sky that was Earth.
Mike shook his head with a little smile. "Well, and just why should we take you two, anyhow?"
"Show the nice man, Ray baby," the man said.
Trembling, sweating a little, the big woman called Ray set down her suitcases and unbelted her coat She opened it. Mike stared, and stared. Underneath she wore nothing but skin, and she had a lot of it, and in the proper places.
"Damn!" Mike gasped.
"Tell the nice man, Ray baby," the man said.
She licked her hps, Sweating, Mike saw. Like she really hated to say, but something was making her. He shifted his eyes to the man, but he wasn't even looking at her. He was gazing up at Earth.
"I... I need ... I need men," the big woman called Ray said, looking straight at Mike with what appeared to be torture in her eyes. "I... have to have men. Two
at a time, preferably. One in my mouth___and /.. but I
really groove on ... on one up my ... my back."
"She likes it in the ass, is what she means," the man beside her said. "Don't you, Ramona?"
She nodded.
"Say it, then."
"I... I need it up my ass," Ray said helplessly. "You
and your crew will. .. will enjoy this trip to Earth like .. . like never before."
Mike, with an effort, closed his mouth. He turned to the man.
"Who are you?"
"Name's Ed Royse," Ed said. "And this is Ray, Ramona. She's clean, bet on that. And she isn't mine. But she's going out of her skull. She's got to get back to Earth, and she has this thing. She can't get an orgasm except with a tool up her back." He shrugged, sheading bis hands in a helpless gesture. His little suitcase was obviously light.
"Jesus," Mike gasped. He ran bis eyes up and down Ray's naked body again, framed perfectly by the dark coat. "Uh ... belt it up, baby," he told her, "before I split my pants." He shook his head. "Look, I. . . what the hell's the catch?"
Ed shrugged. "No catch. Seriously. The poor kid needs your help."
"Kidl" Mike exploded. "She's more woman than any two I ever saw . . . and I swear, there ain't over five percent of it fat! Lord, what a build. And . . . just running around naked in that coat.. . and saying that!"
"Yes," Ed nodded. "If s a shame, isn't it? But without it she'll go right around the bend. I mean funko, really. She's got to get back to Earth, to the people who can help her, you see." He didn't mention that he was referring to the police, not to the psychiatrists that Mike mdoubtedly assumed he meant "And she's got to be kept happy till she gets there, poor kid."
Ed reached over and patted one of Ramona's big breasts, through the coat. "She needs passage to Earth, Captain. And she needs you, and your crew. Lord, I just
can't give her all the assfucking she needs."
"She's not your woman, though? Not your relative, either?"
"No. She's a friend of a friend. She followed him up here, from Earth, and he can't get away to take her back. So he got her together with me, damn him. Oh, it was great, for awhile. But after that... man, I'm sore in the crotch! This kid just needs all the cock she can possibly get, and I'm getting shook about it How many in your crew, captain?"
"Name's Mike," Mike said. "There are five of us. Charlie's pretty old, but ... he can still cut it. And Gary's just a kid, twenty. Screwing's all he thinks about. He won a little bet in a whorehouse just three nights ago. There were ten of 'em. He made 'em all happy." Mike grinned, "Or at least he screwed 'em all. He's our cocksman first class."
"Umm. Well, five might be enough ... I'll help, too," Ed said doubtfully. He turned to Ramona. "What do you think? Will five men be enough... with one of them a strong comer?"
"Answer, Ray baby," Ed prompted, ignoring the torment in her eyes. "What do you think? I know you just can't get enough cock. Right?"
She shook her head. "Yes," she said in a low voice. "I just can't get enough cock."
"Well, do you think maybe six of us can do it? If we work out a schedule and make sure you get eight or ten good screws a day?"
"I... I guess ... maybe ... six will be enough... if you work out a schedule and make sure ... I get . . . plenty."
Ed turned to Mike. He had seized control; the seller's market had become a buyer's, and both men knew it Mike's tongue was practically hanging out, and his baggy pants had tightened perceptibly just below the belt
"Well, there you are, Mike. Maybe we can do it the six of us. We've got to try, poor kid." He patted Ramona's breast again, from underneath this time, so that Mike could see it bounce beneath her coat
"Come aboard," Mike said.
They went aboard.
Both Mike and Gary had shot a load up Ramona's back before the ship left Mars.
Once they had the ship on autopilot, every man was free, and they immediately went at it again, with Mike and Gary falling in at the end of the line. Ed watched, grimly enjoying his punishment of the big woman who had so heinously destroyed Linda's body.
By the end of the second "day"-they were using the Earthtime clock now, not the Marstime one with its longer day-Ramona had been anally enjoyed by all six men a total of fifteen times. Gary really was, as Mike had said, a cocksman first class.
Strangely, by that time they were almost bored with the routine, and when Ed and the big woman retired-in a specially rearranged section of the hold-he gave her another shot of the illegal drug and talked quietly to her, giving her a new "prograniming."
The men enjoyed the new arrangement immensely. First Gary sat down on the edge of his bunk, and the others helped Ramona seat herself on his thighs, with bis thick cock buried up in her back. Then Gary leaned back, pulling her with him, turning slightly on his side so
as to maintain penetration.
Next the older crewman, Charlie, stretched beside her, facing her. With a little help he was able to slide his prick up into her vagina, laughing when he felt Gary's organ through the woman's thin membranes.
Charlie was short, and he was easily able to chew and suck at her breasts as he wiggled, thrusting Mmself in when Gary pulled, and pulling when Gary drove forward into her.
Thus Ben was free, and he stood beside the bunk, running his long and rather thin penis into her mouth.
"Isn't it wonderful, Ray?" Ed said, watching beside Mike. "You want so much to help them all, to make it good for them all . . . and of course don't forget who you are, Rayl"
Streaming tears, moaning around Ben's cock as he hunched it in and out of her face, Ramona was screwed by three men simultaneously. And she agitated her body with all her might, making it as good for them as possible.
And all the while, somewhere deep inside her mind, within a little mental room whose door was closed and locked, she was crying out, No! Oh no, no!
Ed urged Bruce forward, so that the object of their sexual attentions could wrap a hand around his erect penis and masturbate him slowly, gently.
Mike pointed out that their ship's whore could easily handle another man, since she had one hand left. But neither he nor Ed wanted that. They merely watched.
Ben came first, spraying his semen into her mouth and watching her Adams apple bob as she swallowed it down to form a warm pool in her belly. Then he stepped back, just a little, so that she could clean him up with
her tongue. Gary yelled at that point, and the tightening of his buttocks and jerking of his body indicated that he was speeding another blast of his semen up her back.
Poor Charlie, panting, screwed on and on. He had come into her twice in forty-eight hours, and he was beyond the point of daily orgasms. Closer to a heart attack.
"Let's give Mm a break, huh, Ray?" Ed suggested.
"Yes . .. let's give Charlie a break," she murmured.
"Take it out, Charlie," Ed instructed, and the gasping Charlie did without complaint.
"Now, Mike, just lie down there on the bunk, on your back."
"Who the hell's captain around here?" Mike mattered, but he grinned and did as Ed instructed. His big purple cock jutted above him like a sailing ship's mast. Ramona obeyed Ed's suggestion that she kneel astride the freighter captain and take him into her vagina, then bend forward. She did, her buttocks rising high and enticingly into the air.
Ed was about to plant himself in her back when a grinning Gary jumped forward, displaying an incredible aew erection already. He slid it effortlessly up her well-opanded anus and clapped his hands to her hips.
"Just be still, Captain," he grinned at Mike. "I'll bounce her up and down."
And he did, and Mike groaned as her vagina slid up and down on his throbbing shaft, and Charlie groaned, ax], because the arrangement placed Ramona's mouth at just the right height. She had only to tilt her head back a bit and open wide. She could not help herself by afpping her hands up and down his shaft, of course, because she was on hands and knees.
But she sucked, as Ed ordered, with all her might. And Charlie, smiling, jerked hard, fucking her face with all his might. Each hard blow jarred her head back, and she emitted a moan each time he made his partial withdrawal preparatory to slamming his hips forward again.
At last he was moaning and groaning, jerking all over his wizened old frame, grasping her hair and pulling her head down onto his spurting penis. The climax weakened him so that he staggered and at last had to sit down weakly, sending his last yellowish spurt through the air to splash on her big downward-swinging breasts.
Her breasts swung a lot harder now as Gary began to jerk at her and thrust with all the power of his legs and muscular buttocks. Once again he groaned and jerked in orgasm, while beneath her Mike suddenly gasped and stiffened. The two men sent their semen spewing into her body's depths in simultaneous orgasms.
After that they all lay about listlessly while Ray sucked weakly but avidly at Ed's erection. At his command she did not touch it with her hands. Instead she jammed four fingers of the left up into her vagina while pinching her nipples with the other hand.
Ed concentrated on anything but sex, doing his best to make it last and last. He succeeded, taking a little kidding from Gary-who had already fondled himself erect again. But when Ed had at last groaned and pumped out his liquid life into her mouth and down her throat, Ramona collapsed into a huddle on the deck.
Charlie went to relieve Ken, who was watching the con. Ken hurried beck to the sex-cabin, muttering about being left out. He gave them all angry looks when he saw the exhausted Ramona, leaking semen from mouth and vulva and anus. But with the help of his hands and
Ed's voice, she got to her knees and slumped forward across the bunk.
There she remained while Ken inserted himself in her rectum and began dog-hunching her.
"This damned thing's big as a house," he growled, and Ramona groaned and quaked.
"Aw, come on, Ken," Gary grinned. "That's no way to talk about your best girl."
"Best girll This fuckin' whore?"
Chapter Seventeen
Linda was waiting when Alec stepped out of his study room in the creche. The procedure had become so routine that he showed no surprise. Something was bothering her, and he knew that, but she either could not or would not tell him what it was. And she had called him Ed once, last night. He had asked her immediately, but she couldn't-or wouldn't-tell him who Ed was.
Now she blended naturally into Alec's embrace and their hps met in a deep kiss. With their arms around each other, they walked to the elevator, oblivious of the others they passed. The elevator took them swiftly up to the surface. Hand in hand, they stepped toward the outer door.
Alec stopped and glanced at the sky, then held a hand outside.
"Raining," he said. He looked down at Linda, smiling. "Shall we go underground or walk in the rain?"
She caressed the black hand on her naked waist "The rain can't hurt us, Alec. We don't have any clothes to get wet."
He grasped her hand with a grin and led her outside.
Drops of rain pelted their naked bodies and streamed down. Their steps quickened, exhilarated by the cool rainfall on their bare bodies. It increased, pouring in rivulets from them, and they laughed and began to run along the path.
Alec stopped suddenly. He pulled Linda close, looking down into her rain-wet face. "I know a secret place," he told her in a conspiratorial voice, "where nobody goes. It isn't far, Iinda, and there's lots of grass, trees and... privacy. Want to see it?"
Looking up into his eyes, she nodded. "Oh, yes!"
Then they were running again, barefoot over the wet grass. It seemed to Linda that they were moving away from the world, that civilization was far behind them as Alec led her off the path. The lawn gave way to weeds as they climbed a little knoll, their bodies brushed by wet sagging bushes. The skies had opened and the rain was pouring, now. Linda gasped, giggling, as cool water streamed over her nudity and soaked her hair until it was plastered to her skull, hanging down in strings.
Water dripped sexily from the tips of her bare breasts, the nipples firmed by the coolness.
She followed him dehghtedly, her hand tightly grasped in his so that wet it would not slip free. They were moving swiftly through trees that appeared never to have been tended. Her bare feet slipped on wet grass
and muddy ground as they descended into a litde hollow presided over by a huge white-barked tree.
Alec stopped. He drew a great breath of air into his lungs, grinning broadly. His black nakedness glistened with its coating of running rain water. He pulled her to him.
The fronts of their bodies pressed tightly together and she felt his hands sliding possessively over her wet back. Her firm little nipples prodded stiffly at his chest His words made her shiver with anticipation.
"Maybe I'm an atavist, but this is where I want you. Here under the trees, right on the bare earth where everything began."
Then her arms were around his neck, holding tightly. Her hps opened for his kiss. His arms were firm and strong around her, and she felt his penis harden against her. Parting her knees, she encouraged it to slip between her thighs.
Tongues twisting together in complete understanding, they moved their hips, writhing closer, trying to be part of each other. Her feet shpped suddenly on the wet grass, and she fell with a little squeal. Her weight pulled him off balance. Her naked back splashed into the dark mud and his dark body came down atop her, driving the breath from her.
Her legs sprawled wide apart as she thrilled to the feeling of her man atop her, between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around him, running her hands over his muscular back, squirming her round rear cheeks into the soft, strangely caressing mud, she cried out "Now, darling, now\"
Rain beat down on her upturned face, splashing into her smiling mouth. She pulled as he pushed, and his virile cock shpped its black head between the delicate
pink lips of her vulva. In a moment it was filling her, filling her with the fullness she desired more than anything. Ed, she thought without knowing why. Ed, Edl
A power was building inside her as she watched the distant Ughtning in the sky. Dimly, she heard the accompanying thunder, like a great spaceship hurtling through the dark sky. But there was no ship; there was nothing but the wild woods and two lovers alone in this secluded place, artistic contrast of black and white bodies twining in the act of love.
Edl
Her white young form, so diminutive in its regression from the big woman she had been, stood out starkly against the black earth. His body, as dark as the soil beneath their squirming bodies, covered her whiteness here and there in a constantly shifting pattern of stark basics: black and white. He lay atop her, breathing heavily, the mighty piston of his sex pounding rhythmically in and out of the vagina that chambered its power.
Her legs rose to enwrap his waist. She kissed his streaming cheek avidly, again and again. Her hands moved over his back, even paler by contrast with his flesh. Their wet bodies slapped repeatedly together until an inferno of desire built in her belly and she felt the throbbing of his cock as its climax approached.
She cried out to the thundering sky and her body became a part of his, a titanic blend of towering passions. Her arms clung tighter to him as an ecstatic tingling spread through her system.
"Harder! Harder! It's so big ... so good ... I love it so much!"
Her voice was small and lost on the rushing wind. She
seemed to grow with the rapture that pounded within her, so that it was the Earth Mother, herself, who called out in her voice. She felt it: an explosion of magnificent ecstasy that spread outward from her abdomen in waves of transcendent rapture.
Sudden blazing streams of the liquid of love seethed into her as his driving cock jerked violently and sent its offering into her willing body. Flames of desire blended them into one, a single unit of merging white and black as they were engulfed by the storm and the conflagration of sexual fulfillment
And all the while, somewhere deep inside her mind, within a little mental room whose door was closed but not locked, she was crying out Edl Oh Ed, Ed!
They lay exhausted in the rivulets of rain water that streamed over them, around them, and it seemed the only natural place to be. Her small hands washed dreamily over his back as she watched the sky in a fever of content. Her legs tightened possessively about him.
"Linda, Linda," he said, rising a little to squeeze her breasts.
She was staring past him, staring at the sky, and her eyes seemed glassy, as though she were drugged. "Ed," she said softly, and Alec sighed.
Chapter Eighteen
Timing it very carefully, Ed arranged it so the illegal Zombie had not only worn off but was well out of Ramona's system by the time the Neffer settled down on Earth. By that time every member of the crew was exhausted, tired of her, and had lost an average of six-point-four pounds each. To insure easy handling, though, and so he would not have to wrestle her off the ship or follow her at gunpoint, Ed hooked a couple of Charlie's tranks and forced them down the big Lesbian's gullet
She accompanied him peacefully off the ship, well tranquilized. So was the crew, but via less artificial means. Also they now felt only disgust with and for her, rather then sympathy and pity. Any girl who has lost her head and turned her body completely over to a fraternity
one night, or "sold" herself to the football team in return for being Homecoming Queen, could have predicted the Neffer crewmen's feeling of contempt for the woman who had made their trip so memorable.
Ed escorted her to Port Authority, where he identified himself three times in order to get past a secretary, a private secretary, and an administrative assistant.
In the final office, he identified himself once more, learned that he was presumed dead, and waited while finger and retina prints were checked out with Central Computry. Then he reminded the administrator of a certain unsolved crime ...
When last Ed Royse saw Ramona, the big woman was firmly in the grip of one male and one female police officer, each considerably bigger than she. She was on her way to the car that would take her into town, where one injection of super-scopolamine would gain them a complete confession, including murders, film-making, and perhaps a few other items.
Ed had already mentioned to the administrator that when the crew of the ship they had arrived on had learned of her crimes, they had used her rather whorishly.
"Royse, if what you say is true .. . and I assume it must be; you've certainly gone a long, long way, and to a lot of trouble as well.., that will never be mentioned. I can understand the crew's feeling about her; ifs a wonder they didn't cut her open to see what made her tick." He raised an eyebrow. "On the other hand, I have to tell you this, Royse: if she isn't guilty of what you say, you'll be in some trouble, for misusing a private citizen.''
Ed shrugged. "No worries," he said, and he departed the busy man's office. Then he called his brother, Dan.
"Ed! My god, man, we thought you must be deadV* "Sorry, bud. Several people are, though, and I came
back with Linda's murderer. One of them; she killed the
other one.** "She!"
"Right A woman. A big, good-looking Lesbian, Dan, with a beautiful bod... which I admit to having availed myself of."
Dan chuckled, then sobered quickly. "Hey wait. . . Ed? They weren't murderers. Linda's alivel"
Ed's knees tried to give away. For a moment he was exultant on the point of yelling out "Good," and rushing from the phone booth to home. But then he remembered. God! She never should have been allowed to live, not the way she was-he shuddered.
"Oh god, Dan, that's ... that's not wonderful, that's awful. The poor girl... but I don't see how she could have lived! She was just. . ." Again he felt the rush of goosepimples over his body. He didn't want to think of how she'd looked. Of how she must look now. God, why hadn't they let her diel Her mind must be...
But Dan was talking. "No, listen, Ed, listen. In the first place some genius healed her. I mean healed her, completely. No scars. Not a mark."
"Oh shit Dan, that's impossible. I saw ..."
"Just wait a minute, will you?" his brother interrupted.
"Sorry, Dan. But. . ."
"But but but hush" Dan said, his face on the viewscreen grinning at Ed. "I said some genius, Ed, and I mean it Name's Sill, Doctor Sill. He used... oh lord, I can't tell you about it you can get all that later. Anyhow, he used her own flesh to patch Linda up, her own cells, and I swear there isn't a mark on her body.
Not one. But... she's different, Ed." "Yeah. I can imagine."
"No no, not the way you think, big brother. In order to heal her completely, Sill had to use more spare flesh and cells than were available for the repair of an adult body. I don't quite understand it, but it's a process they'll be using from now on, you can bet on that. A new breakthrough in medicine. Let me put it simply, Ed. Linda is now about sixteen-and-a-half years old."
"Whatl"
Dan's face nodded on the screen. "That's what I said. Sweet sixteen. And there was . . . well, some kind of mixup, and she ... vanished. She..
"Vanished?1
"Ed, for pete's sake, just hush up and listen. She's been located, Ed ... in an Afro creche!" Dan grinned, shaking his head. "Well, Doctor Sill has visited her there, and examined her. She's fine, a normal sixteen-plus-year-old girl. But... her mind went back a little too, is the way he put it. Her subconscious just had to blot out what happened to her, you know. Sill says that's good. Even though her body's perfect, her mind couldn't accept the memories, the knowledge of what they did to her. She'd have gone insane, he says."
"All right, all right. So tell me what's the story now."
"She doesn't remember, Ed. She's a sixteen-year-old. She believes it. And there's a little hitch, but I think you'll like it. She's been ... you know how it was when we were in creche, Ed . . . she's been balling a lot, and particularly with this one black cat."
Ed grinned. "Yeah. She was always fascinated in that direction. She'd trade contracts with one of the other girls every time she could, to get a black man. Sure, I can understand that,"
"Right," Dan said, nodding exuberantly. "Well, he told Doctor Sill something about her no one else has noticed, or heard. He says that she keeps calling him Ed, or saying that name. You know, at... certain times."
Ed nodded. He felt a stinging in his eyes. Linda was okay. He had avenged a dead woman he had loved without knowing he had loved her, and she wasn't dead after all. She was a young girl, a teenager, starting all over again. And she had amnesia. But . . . she remembered one thing about her previous life. Him. She remembered Ed.
"Yes," he said hoarsely.
"What'd you say, Ed? Sound's getting bad.''
"I said yes," Ed repeated, loudly enough to be heard, although still very quietly, indeed.
"Oh, yeah. Hey listen, brother, when you coming over? Business still booms and there's an applicant or two you need to see before we decide."
"We'll have to take on one of them, certainly," Ed said in the same low, dreamlike tone. "To replace Linda."
"Nan, shell be fine. Once you and I get with Sill and start treatment . . ."
"We replace Linda," Ed said firmly. "She's going to have a new job, and a new life. So am I."
"Ed! The business . . ."
"Ill still be there, Dan. And so will Iinda... but not working. All right, bud, see you later." "Ed, hey . .
"Come on, Dan, climb off. Fve got a call to make. See you later."
Ed snapped the switch down and spoke quickly into the directory. A moment later it gave him the necessary number. He called, tried to get past the nurse, couldn't,
got tough, and a few moments later heard the rather angry voice say, "Doctor Sill."
"Doctor Sill, this is Edmond Royse. First, I want to thank you and congratulate you for what you did for my ... my girl, Linda. And second I want to ask you either to meet me at the Afro creche where she is or get me in there."
Sill chewed on it a moment, digesting the sudden influx of new name, material, the request. "Royse?"
"You've talked with my brother, Daniel. I've been to Mars, Doctor, and I've just got back . . . with half of the team that killed Linda ... or should have killed her, but for your genius."
"Merely the application of advanced medical research, Royse, but thank you, anyhow. Unfortunately, there's a problem . . ." He frowned, then widened his eyes, his brows raising. "Edmond, you said! Ed?"
"That's right. My brother, Dan, says she's lost her memory, but . . ."
Sill was smiling, nodding. "Right, right, she certainly hasn't forgotten you, to the dismay of a certain young cocksman in the Afro creche! Well well, this is good news indeed. Why don't you arrange to . .."
"Doctor Sill. Do you want to meet me at the Afro creche in twenty minutes, or do you want to make the necessary calls to get me in there ... in twenty minutes?"
There was a long silence. At last Sill nodded. "Yes. All right. I'll do my best, Royse, starting right now."
"Thank you, Doctor," Ed said, and buttoned off.
Eight minutes later he was in an aircab, rushing in from the spaceport. Three minutes later he was over the sprawling city, well above its highest towers. Ten
minutes after that he was across it, feeling the deceleration and loss of height as the driver started nosing down. And ten minutes after that he was past the guards, having been carefully and diligently checked out, and entering the main lobby of Afro creche. Doctor Sill had called the naked black administratrix, too, and she had already called for Linda.
Ed stood at the desk as the diminutive girl, quite nude and small of breast and deceptively slim of waist and hip, came slowly out of the elevator. The hair .. . was that Linda?
The girl stopped, stock still. She stared at the man by the admittance desk. But it was not because he was not an Af or because he was clothed amid this collection of nude bodies that made her stop and stare.
"Edr
Her voice was a scream, a girlish cry, and he nearly went over backward when that lithe young body charged, naked and barefoot, across the lobby to slam against him. The desk saved him from bouncing off the floor.
She hugged him for many seconds before pushing loose and looking up at him with wide blue eyes. Tears flowed from them, spilling down her cheeks.
"Oh Ed! I've ... I've missed you!"
"Have you?" he grinned. "I hear tell about a certain Af feller you've been making it with on a very steady basis."
She cocked her head. "When did that ever have anything to do with you and me? Ed?" She licked her Hps. "I love you, Ed."
"Right," he said. "I love you, Linda."
Chapter Nineteen
"What's it like," Linda asked softly, "with a teenager, darling?"
Ed ignored the question, or perhaps answered it, kissing her. Their tongues met and twined heatedly as they probed deeply into each other's mouths. She surged against him, trembling with eagerness as he ran his hands over the warm expanse of her slim young back.
"Damnit," she muttered, pulling suddenly back and looking down, "when I think of all the trouble I went to, all the damned hormones I took, to change this body I had back in creche." She smiled, giggling despite her seriousness. "The first time, I mean. And now look! Tits just like any other girl of sixteen. Oh, Ed ..."
Ed twisted a little, removing his hands from her back
and closing one over each of her breasts. They had had to go through a complicated rigamarole, even getting Sill to come over to the creche after all, to get her out of it. They had panted and fondled and kissed each other all the way back here, to his suite. They had crept down the hall like a pair of thieves, so no one would know they were here, and entered his apartment and locked the door. And gotten no further than his office, with the bedroom door only a few feet away.
"Nice," he said, palming her hard young breasts and letting her feel his hands hard against her tight little nipples. "Nice. I like them. I love them. I love you."
"Ed . . . I'll start taking hormones tomorrow. I know you. You like big jugs, and I'll have them for you again. I . . ."
He closed her. mouth with his, dropping his hands to cup and clutch the very firm, very round cheeks of her bottom while he kissed her.
"Later, maybe," he murmured into her upturned mouth. "Some other time. Right now let's forget it. I love you. I love your body. I love your being this way. Lord, I'm nearly thirty ... think how nice it is for a man to have a teenage body like this . . . with a woman's brain aboard! Men always think they'd like to have some little gal to raise up their way, a nymphet to bed and play with and so on. But god, how many men could stand a silly damned sixteen-year-old girl?"
He shook his head. "That's what they forget, that's what they overlook when they check out at the teenaged-looking models and starlets. Thank god you've got your memory back . . . you're the same Linda, but with a whole new body." He laughed. "And that's fun" he said, squeezing her buttocks again.
"Oh Ed, Ed," she said, nuzzling his bare chest; her
fingers were swiftly undressing him. Her hand slipped within his pants even before they fell, circling and fondling his erected penis. She edged it out and lunged against him, pressing it against her loins, squirming her hips and moaning dehghtedly at the hot hard contact.
In about two minutes they were both naked.
But as Ed started for the bedroom she tugged him back. Rising on her toes, she spread her legs, gripping him between her thighs as the rigid cock rubbed her vulva. Her tightly youthful breasts crushed themselves against his chest. She wriggled, thrilling to the movements of his hands over her body. IBs big hand pressed firmly against her buttocks, holding her in place as his penis thrust rhythmically against the warmth of her pubic area and his passionate breath gusted into her open mouth.
Pulling her mouth free, she clung to him, pressing her hot cheek to his. "Oh, darling! That feels so good, so big! Rub it harder, harder ... let me feel it!"
When he did, she squealed with delight at her erotic imprisonment. He held her firmly with one arm around her so-slim young waist-would he ever grow accustomed to the delight of this superfirm, superlithe and so young body, housing the mind of his Linda?
Half turning her, he cupped the taut mound of one breast. He molded the pliant flesh, feeling the nipple spear out into his palm. Her little hand drifted down and gripped his erection possessively, pumping it gendy with a steady motion.
His hand slid over the satiny smoothness of her belly, a flat plane of muscle-toned flesh, dehghtful in its youthful tightness. She opened her legs to let his fingers slip between them. They stood there quietly in the lightless office, breathing heavily, while she caressed the
hand that caressed her belly and the soft, soft hps of her vulva.
She drew in her breath sharply when his finger probed suddenly into her vagina. Thrusting her hips forward to impale herself on it, she dropped her hand from bis, enjoying the intimate possession of her body.
He withdrew his finger from her cunt slowly, running bis palm back up her nakedness, again defighting in the tactile sensation of this new body. He started to turn, to lead her into bis bedroom while their ardent hands continued exploring each other's bodies. But again she tugged him, to a stop.
"No," she whispered. "Here ... I can't wait, Ed. I want it now. I need it now."
"We're just a few steps away, baby," he breathed into her ear.
"It's too far," she said, and she clung to him, lifting her feet from the floor, forcing him to stop. They sank down. In moments, her anxious fingers and his thrusting buttocks had succeeded in driving his cock past the sparse fringe of hair, past the soft, sucking little hps, and deep into the warmth and wetness of her anxious cunt.
"Ahhh," she gasped, tin-owing her head back and closing her eyes as she grasped her own breasts, poking straight up even while she lay on her back.
"Ah, god, that's so good, so good darling ... it's been so long! Oh no, we can't go in there, not yet! Just here, darling, right here on the floor, the rug's soft. Fuck me here, darling, and then we'll go to bed." She opened her eyes to smile at him, flashing her teeth in a deliberately lascivious grin. "Then Fll suck you into another erection and have you in me again?'
There was no resisting her, no resisting the fervor of her voice or the heated fervor of the snug cunt hps that
closed around his penis. Nor was there any way he could resist the new body that was hers; a body that would change with each passing month, slowly, because it was not yet through maturing. He wondered: would he "let" her take those hormones, or would it be fun, in this world of women who adjusted their bodies at will-and usually to voluptuousness-to retain mis girl-woman with breasts his hands could just cover and grasp?
But he would worry about that later.
Right now, on the rug on the floor of his office, he smiled down at her, gathered himself, and lunged forward. He sank it in to the hilt, smiling at her delighted outcry as his cock vanished into the wet and warm pulp of her interior. Her arms sprang up to enwrap him tightly. Her thighs rose to snug against his hips. Interlocked in love's ancient embrace, he plunged into the hot little nest of her sexuality until he was engulfed to his swollen balls.
Then, digging in against the rug with his toes, he flailed her body with his, whipping and driving in and out of her with all the power and speed he could bring to bear.
She was screaming out her orgasm even before his own arrived, to send wave after wave of hot semen gushing into the vagina that wanted it-and much, much more.
It was the first of many, many such times and climaxes, and neither of them ever got quite enough. But they kept trying.