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Misfits

   Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.  Adults Only. 
rache696@yahoo.com

   Note: This story consists of 15 chapters.  Please see Chapter 1 for
details.

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   The Misfits

   Chapter Eleven

   Meanwhile...Back on Earth



   "Billy!  They're watching us!" Mary whispered, being all of thirteen and
shy the way sixth graders are sometimes.

   "Shhh..." I kissed her again, holding the little girl close against me
and admiring her brand new dress with my fingers.  "Don't worry about them.
You know I love you, right?"

   "Yeah." She licked her lips and nodded.  "It just feels kinda...funny."

   "You feel kinda nice," I said with a smile, playing with the white lace
and working the skirt higher.  "You look like you're getting married or
something."

   "No!" Mary giggled, looking down at herself.  "I had my Confirmation at
church today.  I told you that."

   "Yeah, but it still looks like a wedding dress," I told her.  "And your
hair and your makeup.  Shoot.  You look like you're sixteen."

   "I do?" She smiled and I knew what the girl wanted to hear.  "Am I
pretty, Billy?"

   "No," I teased her for a second.  "You're way more beautiful than that."

   I moved my hand up to her tummy and slid my fingers upward from there,
feeling her sweet body through the satin and then the lace decorating the
twin speed bumps she called tits.  They weren't much more than big nipples,
but Mary hadn't worn a bra beneath that fancy white gown either and I could
feel them already hard and puffy as I rubbed them.

   When Mary opened her mouth with a tiny gasp, I French kissed her again.
I pushed my tongue between her ruby red lips and started mouth fucking the
girl.  Her hands fluttered helplessly, like she didn't know if she wanted
to push me away or give me a hug.  She wanted to kiss though, there wasn't
any doubt about that, and Mary's small pink tongue wriggled against mine
while I felt up her tits.

   Dale and Mark sat in the padded chairs watching us, being cool and quiet
so they wouldn't scare my new girlfriend.  We were hanging out in Bambi's
house.  Since that bitch had taken off with fagboy and his alien buddies,
nobody lived there anymore.  So we'd turned it into our own private
clubhouse and talking Mary into coming over hadn't been too hard.  She
lived right next door, which was how I'd met her in the first place, and
she'd wanted to change her clothes, but that dress...

   I slid my hand back down her small body, the satin and lace making my
dick throb in my pants, and found the white tights covering her legs.  Mary
had turned thirteen only six days before and girls like her didn't wear
real stockings.  She wore tights and I pushed my hand between her thighs
gently, slowly.  Our tongues wrestled in her luscious mouth and Mary had
decided to hold onto me, tilting her head and squeezing my shoulders while
we made out.

   She had thin legs and small, soft thighs and I found the crotch of her
tights radiating heat like a furnace.  The cotton panel couldn't hide her
excitement and I rubbed only lightly at first, scratching at her crotch and
wishing I could feel her instead of those tights.  I pressed harder,
leaning into the girl and cupping her pussy through the material.  Like
pushing a button, Mary's thighs snapped shut and trapped my hand.

   "Nnnmpph...No...Billy..." she gasped softly.  "I don't like it."

   "Yeah, you do," I breathed, wiggling my fingers and I couldn't feel her
wetness, but I knew it had to be there.

   "I'm not sposed to let anybody touch me there," Mary whispered, her big
doe eyes searching mine.

   "I'm not anybody though," I whispered back.  "I'm your boyfriend,
right?"

   "Yeah." She nodded quickly.

   "So just relax," I said, smiling and massaging her crotch.  "I love you,
Mary.  I want to make you feel good."

   "I...I love you too, Billy." She swallowed hard and closed her eyes,
letting her legs fall open as I kissed her again.

   She loved kissing more than ice cream and I licked the girl's mouth
inside out.  I caressed the insides of her cheeks, ran the tip of my tongue
between her lips and teeth.  I tickled the roof of her mouth and did my
best to find Mary's tonsils, and all the while I played with her pussy
through those silly tights until she started hunching her hips and fucking
my hand.  I couldn't really feel her little girl cunt, but she could
definitely feel my fingers, and when I pushed her backwards to lie on the
sofa, she didn't stop me.

   Mary didn't stop me when I reached under her butt either, grabbing the
waistband of her tights and tugging them down.  I lay half on top of her,
covering her baby tits with my chest while I nibbled at her plump lips and
teased her with my tongue.  I just had to keep her busy kissing me, that's
all.  As long as she couldn't think about anything except how good it felt,
Mary would let me do whatever I wanted and that including fingering her
hairless thirteen-year-old cunt!

   "Ummph!" Mary jerked as she felt my fingers sliding along her puffy
slit, exploring the incredibly warm, soft skin of her vulva.

   She didn't have a single hair, not even pussy lips or a clitoris really,
just a chubby mound split into halves by the tight cleft of her sex.  The
sixth grader felt a lot different than that fuckpig Marcia, the high school
senior who had a fat, hairy bush that had seen almost as much cock as Paris
Hilton.  Different than fagboy's slut of a mother too, that whore Bambi,
and I knew for a fact that she'd laid a few miles of manpipe!  She'd even
fucked her own son, but he was a cocksucking faggot anyway, so he probably
didn't count.

   Yeah, those two cunts, three if you counted fagboy, had been ridden hard
and put away wet.  Fucking one of them always felt like sloppy thirds, even
if they hadn't had sex all day; it's just that feeling, you know?  Like
boldly going where all men have gone before.  Fuck that!  Mary was a lot
better and except for the faggot, I'd never fucked a virgin before.  The
idea of popping the girl's cherry in that Confirmation dress almost made me
spill in my pants, but I'd had a lot of practice with self-control over the
last year or so.

   I glanced at Mark and he had the camcorder out, the one we'd found
upstairs in Bambi's old bedroom.  That bitch loved making movies, porn
movies, and she was a real star.  I wonder if the faggot ever knew about
that?  We'd plastered his mom all over the internet; until the aliens shut
it down, I mean.  There wasn't any internet anymore.  That kinda sucked,
but they said it would come back eventually anyway and it would be better
because it would connect everyone on earth with the aliens.  Like Galaxynet
or some shit and that would be cool.  We'd make Bambi famous on Mars too!

   We kind of missed her...Along with half the guys at school!  Jesus! 
That chick loved to get gangbanged!  Stupid aliens.

   Mary was going to love gangbanging too, she just didn't know it yet.  I
flicked my tongue over hers, both of us panting for air and I felt hot and
sticky all over.  My erection ached uncomfortably the way it was bent in my
jeans, but I didn't want to stop playing with Mary's pussy long enough to
free my dick.  She'd probably never touched herself in her life and for
sure nobody else had.  I didn't even try to get inside her at all, not just
because I didn't want to freak her out, but mostly I didn't want to pop her
cherry by accident.

   I kept my fingers together, rubbing around her cunt and feeling the
smallish bump of her clit growing larger.  I touched it with my thumb,
stroking Mary's baby love button and getting short, happy gasps in reply.
The girl's hands clutched my shoulders, her short red fingernails trying to
dig into my skin through my t-shirt and finally giving up.  She wrapped her
arms around my neck, whimpering into my mouth as her butt bounced off the
cushions.

   "N-No!  Stop...Don't stop...Billy!" Mary cried out softly, squinching
her eyes and arching her back.

   She went stiff as a board, clamping her thighs around my hand as the
girl found what was probably the very first orgasm of her young life.  I
pulled my hand free and her plump vulva had turned dark pink and I could
see some of Mary's juices trickling between her thin labia.  They were so
small and fragile looking, like the petals of a rose trying to blossom, but
I didn't waste a lot of time admiring the delicious view.

   I got my jeans undone, yanking them off quickly with a kick of my legs.
I got my boxers down as well and Mark grinned at me as the camera caught my
swollen erection.  I had a big dick too, not to brag or anything, but I
felt pretty proud of my seven fat inches.  I'd just turned sixteen too, so
I knew it would only get bigger.  Eight or nine inches, I hoped.  Maybe I'd
have a monster ten inch schlong like that homo math teacher Mr.  Moore.  I
hoped so, but Mary wasn't even five feet tall yet and I bet she didn't
weigh more than eighty pounds soaking wet.  She was going to think a horse
had mounted her when she felt my prick stretching her tiny fuckhole!

   "Billy?" She blinked at me, smiling like she'd just won bingo at that
stupid church of hers.  "What are you doing?"

   "Shhh...This is gonna feel good," I whispered kneeling on the floor and
turning the girl so she sat upright with her legs spread around me.

   "B-But...No!  I can't...Billy!  I n-never..." she stammered in her
breathless, high pitched voice, watching as I pushed her satin dress
higher, making sure it was out of the way.

   "I just wanna feel you inside," I told her, speaking gently and smiling.
"You're so beautiful, Mary.  I love you so much, baby."

   "We c-can't do it!  I'm scared!  Stop...Please!" She tried to close her
legs, but her knees only bumped my hips as I held my thick cock in my hand.

   "You're my girlfriend now," I whispered.  "Not a little girl, right? 
You're not gonna cry, are you?"

   "N-No..." she breathed, her voice shivering like the rest of her as I
rubbed my cockhead up and down her juicy slit.

   Her vulva looked like a ripe peach, two round halves all plump with
nectar and that tight, thin cleft only barely splitting open around the tip
of my penis.  Fuck!  She was gonna be tight as hell, but at least she'd had
a nice cum and I figured that would help.  I pushed my cock down, looking
for the virgin mouth of her sex and Mary started pushing at me with her
hands, slapping my hips with her knobby knees in protest.

   "I-I can't, Billy!  Don't make me do it...I wanna go home!  I'm
s-sorry!"

   "Me too!" I gasped, spreading the cleavage of her immature cunt and her
hymen was right there to stop me, that sweet bit of flesh just begging to
be pierced.  Every time some other guy fucked her, Mary would remember my
cock.  I'd own her forever after this.

   I couldn't get my dick even a quarter inch inside her without busting
her cherry and that's what I did.  Mark had gotten up and filmed my cock as
it stretched her pussy wide around it, turning the buttery flesh inwards as
I tore through her virginity and stabbed half my naked penis inside Mary's
pussy all at once.  He caught the look on her face.  Those huge brown eyes
looking like a Japanese cartoon, the round O of her precious mouth, the
sudden whiteness of her cheeks as all the color drained away.  She was
screaming, but there wasn't any sound because the silly girl had forgotten
how to breathe.

   "Fuck!" Mark said with a grin.  "I think you broke her, dude."

   "Oh shit!" Dale stood on the other side of us, already stroking his own
erection while he watched.  "Look at her mouth!"

   I jammed more of my cock into the tightest, hottest hole I'd ever fucked
in my life.  Mary's cunt felt even better than fagboy's ass, and I didn't
think that was possible!  Her pussy grabbed my dick and pulled me deeper, I
swear.  Like a baby's fist grabbing a favorite toy, she wasn't pushing me
out; she was sucking me in!  I pushed again and again, not pulling back at
all, and I was gonna give the little slut every inch of my dick.  She
wanted to be my girlfriend?  She'd have to learn how to ride a dick!

   "Fuck her mouth, man!" Mark said and Dale had already stepped onto the
couch.

   Mary wasn't even moving.  She wasn't even breathing and I was almost
starting to worry about her, like maybe I had broken her somehow.  But then
Dale pushed his cock between her round lips, standing on the sofa with his
legs spread, holding Mary's little blonde head with one hand and feeding
his dick to her with the other.  And my long prick finally found the bottom
of her pussy and I still had another inch to give her, so I lifted her legs
with my elbows under her knees.  I gripped her thighs and held her steady
and gave the sixth grader one more thrust.

   "Ugh!" I grunted as I felt my dick trying to bend, like fucking a brick
wall or something.  Little girls stretch though and Mary wasn't made of
bricks either, more like soggy cotton candy as my balls slapped her tight
little ass and the full length of my cock disappeared between her fat
folds. The head of my dick must have been tickling something good though;
maybe I'd fucked myself right into her hot little oven, who knows?  She
sure went nuts though!

   "Nnnmmphh!" She made a muffled gasp and the air exploded though her
nose, since her mouth was full of Dale's dick.

   Mary's hands slapped his thighs and hips as she tried to push him away.
She shook her head, or tried to anyway, but Dale had dug his fingers into
her fancy hairdo and wasn't letting the bitch go anywhere.  The rest of her
jerked and squirmed as well, but she had seven inches of rock hard penis
buried in her horny little hole and I held her thighs tightly with my
hands. She wasn't going anywhere and I almost didn't want to move, it felt
so good just feeling her pussy spasm around my dick.  Her cunt contracted
hard and fast, squeezing my penis like a milking machine and I could've cum
just sitting there.

   But I wanted to break her in right and I pulled my dick back slowly,
listening to Mary trying to talk or scream around the cock in her mouth. 
Dale knew how to keep the baby whore nice and quiet, however, and I grinned
when I saw the blood on my dick.  Not very much, but she'd definitely been
a total virgin and the shaft was streaked with crimson, her pussy lips too
as they were pulled outward, looking longer than before and glistening wet
with pinkish girl cum.

   "Get a close-up, dude!" I grinned at Mark and he'd started filming one
handed while he stroked his dick.

   "I am!" he replied with a chuckle.  "Fuck her, Billy...Get some of that
in out action, man!"

   "Mmmph Nnnmmph!" Mary said and Dale slapped the top of her head.

   "Watch your teeth, slut!" he warned her.  "And open up, I wanna fuck
your throat."

   He pushed and pulled with his hips, sliding his meaty prick between
Mary's taut lips while dark tears stained her cheeks.  Her Mommy had made
her all pretty for her Confirmation, putting on real eye shadow and
lipstick and all that stuff.  Like turning a little girl into a grown woman
or something, but I guess that's sorta what Confirmation's about anyway. 
Fucking the cherry out of a girl is definitely about turning her into a
woman though and Mary was growing up in a hurry as I worked my cock in and
out of her hungry hole.

   "Grab my dick, bitch!" Mark told her, putting one knee on the sofa and
pulling Mary's right hand to his erection.

   She didn't have any choice as he wrapped his fingers around her small
fist and taught the girl how to jerk him off.  Mary gagged and choked as
Dale tried to force his cock into her throat.  Her cheeks would bulge
outward like a sexy chipmunk and she'd cough weakly, spraying spit and
precum from the corners of her mouth.  The clear juices spilled down her
chin and neck, dripping onto her pretty dress as she shivered inside it. 
She probably wanted to puke, but then Dale caught her just right, like
mid-swallow, and he groaned as his penis slid into her throat.

   "Get a shot of this!" he said with a triumphant grin, turning his body
slightly, but making sure his hairy ball sack remained firmly pressed
against Mary's chin.

   "Look at her throat!" Mark said, reaching out to stroke the obvious
bulge of Dale's prick as it stretched her esophagus.

   Mary slapped the boy some more and he pulled his cock from her mouth so
the bitch could breathe.  She blinked rapidly, all red faced again and
taking quick, deep breaths of cool air.  Dale rubbed his cock across her
cheeks and nose, leaving a glaze of spit and precum across her skin.  A lot
of the stuff had washed out of her gaping mouth too, like a little flood
running down her flushed skin to soak into her dress.

   "Suck it again, whore!" Dale told her and Mary looked like she might say
something, but she didn't.

   "What a slut!" Mark laughed, watching as she closed her lips around the
other boy's dick all by herself.  "You've sucked dick before, huh?"

   "Nmmph!" she said with a tiny shake of her head, but for a first timer
she sure seemed to know what she was doing!

   Probably all girls know how to suck dick though.  It's an instinctive
thing, like in their genes or something.  Girls are born wanting a cock in
their mouths and when they get older, all they can think about is fucking.
My dad told me that and I believed him.  All women are sluts, they can't
help it, and a man's job is to put them on their knees and keep them there.
He'd tell me that over dinner and Mom wouldn't say a word, just lower her
eyes and nod.  My sister hated our dad, but she's a cunt sucking dyke
anyway...Except when Dad would help Cindy with her biology homework.

   That's what Dad called it and I used to like listening to her cry while
he fucked her.  Sometimes he used to let me fuck her too, like holding her
down and telling my sister how proud he was of her for helping her little
brother become a man, but not so much once she'd turned seventeen.  That's
why I'd needed a slut like fagboy to drain my balls, you know?  But not
even Dad got to fuck Cindy anymore, not since she'd turned eighteen on the
same day the aliens had shown up...How's that for bad luck?  Anyway, she'd
moved in with that ballbusting dyke Ronnie and so Dad had taken it out on
Mom's ass, or put it in her ass, I should say.  She wasn't as hot as Cindy
though, but at least Mom knew how to suck a dick and Dad didn't mind
sharing.

   I'd shared Marcia with him and Bambi too, just so the old man would stay
off my back and buy beer for me and my friends.  I guess so far as father's
go, I'd gotten pretty lucky with mine.  I wasn't gonna share Mary with him
though, at least not until I got bored with the slut.  Once a girl starts
liking all the shit we do to her, it's just not that much fun anymore.  It
feels more like jerking off than fucking and I loved fucking more than
anything else in the world!

   "Yeah!  Fuck my dick!" I groaned, slamming the full length of my cock
into Mary's sweet cunt.

   "Umph!  Umph!  Umph!" she grunted around Dale's cock as she sucked it,
holding the boy's ass and pulling him into her mouth.

   She'd only choke once in awhile, and for being just a little girl, Mary
had learned fast.  She was deep throating cock like she'd been doing it
since kindergarten and who knows?  Maybe she had!  If there's one thing
I've learned, it's never underestimate how sick some people can be.  I
figured her priest probably made her suck him off in the confessional or
something.  Maybe a teacher kept her under his desk nursing on his fat cock
while the other kids did their assignments.  Fuck!  I bet Mary's Daddy
taught the little whore how to suck dick in the crib, just like mine had
taught Cindy.  I'd seen her baby pictures.

   Whatever the reason, Mary was going to town on Dale's cock, making wet
slurpy noises and drooling mouth juices down her chin.  What a whore.  And
her cunt fucked me like a pro too!  I couldn't believe she'd been a virgin
until a few minutes before.  I was giving her seven fat inches, stroking
the full length of my cock in and out of her.  I'd even pull the head out,
grinning at her tiny gape while Mark got it on video.  Just as her rosy
hole would try to close back up, I'd drive my prick back inside, ramming it
all the way until I felt the soft bottom bending beneath the pressure. 
That really made the slut gasp and she'd shiver and jerk, kicking her
little feet and digging her fingers into Dale's ass even harder.

   "This bitch loves to fuck!" I decided and Mark laughed.

   "You know how to pick `em, man!" he said and that's why I was the
leader.

   Not only because I was bigger than my two friends, but I was smarter
too. I'd been blessed with my dad's instincts for picking a genuine slut
out of a crowd.  Don't ask me how I do it, because I don't know.  Maybe
it's the way they stand or the way they smile, maybe it's some secret slut
scent that only I can smell.  Whatever it is, I'd picked out fagboy and
Marcia, a couple others as well, and now Mary.  Ninety-nine girls out of a
hundred would have been screaming bloody murder.  Crying and fighting or, I
dunno, going into shock because they were being raped.  But Mary was in
that one percent who liked to pretend they were pure and innocent, but as
soon as she got her cunt wrapped around some hard cock, her true slutty
nature was revealed.  We weren't raping Mary at all; the little whore was
fucking us for all she was worth!

   "I'm gonna cum!" I gasped.  "I'm gonna spunk the bitch!"

   "Do it, man!" Mark said, moving the camera off her face and down to her
pussy.  "Cream her inside, Billy!"

   "Oh!  Fuck!" I slammed my cock deep one last time, holding it there as
my balls jumped into my gut.

   Hot jizz flew out of my dick with quick spurts against the soft wall of
Mary's pussy.  She rocked her hips and pulled her heels into my back,
squeezing her pussy as she must have been feeling my cock jerk inside her.
The girl knew I was cumming and it brought her off too!  I swear, all of a
sudden she went stiff just like she had before, with every muscle in her
thirteen-year-old body pulled taut against the pleasure.  I had no idea
what a girl feels when she's cumming, but it must be awesome and probably
explains why they're all sluts once they feel that first big orgasm.

   "Pull out, man!" Mark told me.  "Let me in there.  Take the camera."

   "Yeah, yeah..." I sighed, pulling my still hard dick out of her pussy
and it came out clean.

   Her pussy lips had gotten longer and fatter and they scraped the cum off
my cock.  Even with Mary's raw, pink hole gaping the size of a silver
dollar...then a quarter...then a dime...I didn't see any cum leaking out of
her.  I'd put a big load deep inside the kid and now I fixed the camera on
Mark's erection as he pushed himself inside for some hot sloppy seconds.

   "Geronimo, bitch!" he gasped with a grin, jamming his prick all the way
inside and he just wanted to get off.

   "Man!  I'm gonna paint this slut!" Dale told us.  "Where's the camera?
Jerk me off, slut.  On your face!"

   "Nooo..." Mary moaned, but she was such a liar!

   She wrapped her fingers around Dale's wet cock, staring at it with her
dreamy brown eyes and smiling.  Mary licked her bruised lips and they were
fat like she'd been slapped across the mouth, and her lipstick had been
smeared all around so she looked like a kiddie whore playing dress-up.  Her
cheeks were dark, her eyes black with the mascara and eye shadow that had
run with her tears.  She wasn't crying anymore though, not while she pumped
Dale's swollen cock with both of her small hands.  She didn't even notice
me, I didn't think, or the camera; Mary only had eyes for the cock pointed
at her face.

   "That's...Ugh...It!" Dale grunted as his milky semen shot out of his
cock with a rush to spatter on the girl's nose.

   "Yesss..." Mary breathed, tugging on the penis in time with the heavy
jets of ball juice that painted her face.

   A big blob landed in left eye and another one scored a bulls-eye in the
girl's open mouth.  She wasn't even scared of it the way Marcia had been
the first time I'd made her suck down a whole glass full of semen.  We'd
all fucked her three times that day, but saved our cum for the glass and
poor Marcia had puked after she'd drank nine big loads of salty protein. 
I'd made her lick it up too, the stupid slut.  But Mary wasn't gonna puke!
She jerked Dale off and then pulled his dick into her mouth so she could
clean him up.  He didn't even have to tell her and that's when I knew for
sure that someone had definitely been teaching the girl some manners!

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   A couple hours later we were sitting around the television watching
Mary's first ever fuck.  I had her sitting on my lap, legs spread with my
hard dick pushed seven inches up her hairless twat.  She'd left her dress
on, even though she'd been all worried about the wrinkles and especially
all the cum stains.  There was even a little blood spotting the lace, but I
liked that dress a lot and I wouldn't let her take it off.  I wouldn't let
her leave either, even though she'd missed her own Confirmation party.

   That was the best part.  All her friends and relatives had come to her
house after church.  They had cake and ice cream and even brought presents
to celebrate her new womanhood in the eyes of God.  And I'd talked her into
coming next door for a few minutes so I could give her a special present.

   "My mom's gonna ground me forever," she pouted, rocking her hips and
taking short, sharp breaths as her pussy was still as tight as ever.

   "No she won't," I whispered.  "You're too beautiful."

   "Do you still love me?" she asked, turning her head and I kissed her.

   "Fuck yeah," I told her.  "It's like were married now.  You even got the
dress for it."

   "Yeah!" Mary giggled softly.  "I love you, Billy."

   "I know, baby." I massaged her tits through her dress, pulling her down
even harder, although there wasn't anymore cock left to give her.

   "What if I, um...get pregnant?" she asked, biting her bottom lip and
that made her look even younger than she was.  "I got a lot of your stuff
in me."

   "When's your next period?"

   "About two weeks," Mary replied.  "I think."

   "Ahhh...You can't get pregnant then," I told her with a grin.  "It's too
far away."

   "Yeah, but...All you guys..." she pouted.  "I can feel it way up inside
me."

   "You took six big loads," I agreed.  "But you're not a little girl
anymore either."

   "I wish they weren't here though," she sighed, casting a glance at Dale
and Mark who were sitting naked and playing with their dicks, trying to get
them hard for a fourth time.

   "They're my best friends," I told her.  "You know I gotta share. 
They're nice anyway, right?"

   "I don't know," she said.  "They're kind of mean sometimes."

   "No!" I kissed her again.  "They're just fooling around."

   "They called me a slut and all that other stuff and..."

   "You are kind of a slut," I said with a shrug.  "But that's why I love
you."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah," I agreed.  "I think it's really awesome the way you let my
friends fuck you."

   "Yeah.  I guess so." Mary shrugged and then smiled again.  "It's kinda
fun."

   "It's a lot of fun," I said.  "Look how sexy you are sucking Dale's
dick."

   "You shouldn't make a movie like that," she said and not for the first
time.

   "I just wanna remember the first time," I whispered in her ear.  "It's
special."

   "It kinda hurt."

   "I know, baby," I sighed.  "But not anymore, right?"

   "No.  It feels good now."

   "Yeah." I kissed her mouth, playing my tongue across her swollen lips.
"Next time I want to fuck your sexy little butt.  Okay?"

   "W-What?" She blinked at me and I laughed.

   "You've got a beautiful ass, Mary," I told her.  "I wanna fuck you
everywhere."

   "That's dirty!"

   "No way!" I scrunched up my nose.  "You're gonna like it a lot."

   "But I don't want to, Billy."

   "Shhhh..." I frowned at her.  "Only little girls say stuff like that and
besides..."

   "What?" She frowned back at me.

   "...if you don't let me fuck you in the ass, I'll have to find a new
girlfriend," I reminded her.  "And then Mark's gonna give that video to
your mom and dad..."

   "W-What?"

   "Your teachers at school," I continued.  "Your priest.  All your
friends. Everybody's gonna know what a slut you are."

   "B-B-But..."

   "But I'm not gonna let him do that," I assured her.  "Cause you're my
girlfriend and we love each other.  Right?"

   "Yeah," Mary replied softly, nodding her pretty blonde head all sticky
and tangled with jism.

   "Yeah," I sighed.  "And you're gonna let me fuck your butt too.  Right?"

   "Alright," she whispered, looking down and nodding.

   "Say it," I told her.  "Tell me you want me to fuck your ass."

   "I...I want you to, um...fuck my ass, Billy."

   "That's my girlfriend," I whispered, pulling her back against my chest
and lifting her slightly, just so I could push her back down.

   It was time to fuck her fertile cunt again and I really hoped I knocked
the little whore up, instead of my two friends.  Mary would be the only
pregnant girl in elementary school and I could picture her getting on the
school bus all big and round with a baby in her tummy.  I wondered if they
made maternity uniforms for Catholic schoolgirls; how awesome would that
be?

   CRA-AAACK!  SMASH!  WHUMP!

   The front door fell onto the carpet and we all jerked with surprise.

   "Not you again!" I blinked at the black giant who had been with fagboy
when he'd come for his mother.

   "Over there," Marcia said, pointing at me and she was the last person I
ever expected to see again.

   "Marcia?" I stared at her because she looked hot!  And bald!

   "Oh fuck!" Dale had jumped out of his chair, literally, and Mark wasn't
far behind him.

   "Rith eth'laub!" the giant said, or it could have been something else,
but I knew it wasn't English.

   Before I could say or do anything, two of those soldier aliens, the ones
wearing black leather armor from head to toe, appeared out of nowhere. 
Like they'd been invisible or something, but now they weren't, and one of
them grabbed Mary and pulled her off my hard dick.

   "Heeeeey!" she yelled, kicking and screaming as the alien carried out of
the room and outside.

   "What are you gonna do to her?" I asked, because I suddenly figured
Marcia had been pointing at Mary, not me, but...  "Ouch!"

   The other soldier had jabbed something like a silver ballpoint pen into
my shoulder and then he looked at it, giving the black alien a nod.  That's
when I realized Marcia really had been pointing at me and I pushed myself
out of the chair, backing away from those freaks while Dale and Mark ran up
the stairs.  Pussies!  Fuck!  They'd left me all alone down there.

   "What do you guys want?" I asked, wanting to look behind me, but not
wanting to take my eyes off any of them either.

   "We want you, Billy," Marcia said, almost smiling it seemed to me, but
she had puffy red eyes like she'd been crying recently.

   "You need to come with us," the giant said and he had white hair and
eyes, like milk more than snow, and he didn't even have pupils!

   "Fuck you!" I said.  "I didn't do anything!"

   "The story of your life," Marcia sighed and looked at the giant.  "We
don't have a lot of time."

   "Uth r'lith aub!" the alien growled and that's when I realized there
were more than just two of those invisible soldiers running around.

   Outside, I nearly fainted when I saw the spaceship, because that's what
it had to be.  The thing looked huge, squat and menacing, gleaming beneath
the sun with a mirror finish that reflected everything around it.  I really
started fighting then.  I did.  I yanked my right arm free, surprising the
aliens holding me, and I punched one of them right in the head, but that
seemed to hurt my hand more than him.

   "You fuckers!  Let me go!  I didn't do anything!" I screamed and kicked
as they dragged me onto the spaceship.  "Let me go!  Get off me!"

   One of them said something and held up the silver ballpoint pen again
and this time I could see the needle, but the black giant stopped him.  I
didn't understand the language, but it sounded like a lot of grunting
mostly, and the soldier put the pen away.  They had me strapped down
quickly, pushed into a chair with X-shaped straps crossing my body.  My
arms and legs were free though and I slapped at the soldier until he
stepped back and tilted his head and I couldn't see his smile, but I could
feel it.  The fucker!  More of them were sitting down in their own seats,
fixing their seat belt things.  I started fumbling with mine and trying to
figure out how to loosen it.

   "I wouldn't do that," the black alien told me, sitting in the seat
across from mine and it looked like a tight fit.

   The guy was huge, like Shaquille O'Neal or something, and Shaq had come
to our school once to just say no to drugs, so I knew huge when I saw it.
But where the basketball player had been wearing a big grin and a
basketball jersey, this guy wore a serious expression, a black uniform, and
a large sword at his side.

   "We're going to be traveling about 11 kilometers per second to escape
earth's gravity," he told me.  "The chair will keep you safe."

   Marcia sat down in the seat next to his and the black guy helped her
with the seatbelt thing.  When she sorta accidentally spread her legs, I
could see she hadn't bothered with panties beneath the white slip she wore.
Her pussy was as bald as her head too, and I still couldn't get used to
that!  She hadn't put on a bra either and I could see her dark nipples
poking outward through the cotton or whatever the slip was made of.

   I couldn't believe how sexy she looked either, even with her puffy eyes.
She must have lost a hundred pounds or something!  Well, thirty pounds
anyway, and then worked out a whole bunch because she had muscles!  Marcia
had been such a total fuck slut and I'd nailed her cunt a hundred times
easy, but now she looked so different.  It was crazy!  Why would she shave
her head?  Maybe she'd joined an alien cult or something.

   "Uh...What?" I blinked at the guy because I'd been checking out Marcia,
but at least my dick wasn't hard anymore.  It kind of sucked being totally
naked.

   "His name is Ransom," she said, but just then an alarm went off, the
lights flickered, and I felt ten times heavier.

   The seat inflated or deflated, or...something.  It adjusted, put it that
way, but the acceleration still hurt.  I felt as if a steamroller had hit
me, all squashed inside and shrinking around my guts.  I couldn't breathe
for a second and then the air exploded out of me with a whoosh as my ears
popped and I'd wondered why everything had become so muted.  Then it got
loud again with a growling roar that reverberated through my bones and how
long that went on, I had no idea, but then it just...stopped.

   I plugged my nose and pushed with my lungs, popping my ears some more.
The silence remained though and then I got really dizzy and puked.  I
couldn't focus my eyes and everything seemed to spin and vibrate and my
vomit floated around in the air.  That really freaked me out and I closed
my eyes, trying to hold the bile down as I felt like puking again.

   "That's normal, I'm afraid," Ransom said.  "Being weightless can confuse
the inner ear."

   "Shut-up," I gasped.  "I'm gonna puke."

   "We'll dock in a few minutes," he continued with an apologetic smile. 
"It'll pass soon."

   "Fuck you," I breathed, shutting my eyes again and being space sick felt
like torture.  At least Marcia looked kind of sick too and maybe humans
shouldn't be riding alien rockets.

   "We can't sedate you," he said as if we were sitting on a park bench. 
"So I need you to relax.  We just want to talk to you, that's all.  You'll
be free to leave after you listen to what we have to say."

   "Mmmm..." I swallowed hard as my stomach churned with nausea.

   "Nobody will hurt you, I promise.  I'm sorry we had to do it this way,
but we had no choice."

   "You could have just asked," I said weakly.  "Are we there yet?  Fuck!"

   "Almost."

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   I walked beside the black alien in a daze and he seemed to be in a
hurry. I had to practically run to keep up with him and the leather aliens
following close behind weren't helping.  At least the vertigo had passed,
although I had a small headache.  I wanted to eat some crackers, drink some
7-Up maybe to settle my stomach.  I felt kind of lousy, actually, but not
about leaving a mess in their ugly spaceship.

   Marcia walked ahead of us and I guessed she knew where she was going. 
She acted like she owned the place anyway, but mostly I tried to watch her
butt wiggle.  Fuck!  She used to have a fat ass.  I mean, it had been a
great fuck and everything, nice and tight, but still kinda fat.  Now she
had one of those butts that crack walnuts, as my dad liked to say.  I'd
never really understood what that meant though, except her ass was every
bit as fine as the rest of her.

   We took a small shuttle, or maybe a big elevator is a better word, and I
hadn't gotten a look at this spaceship from the outside, but it must have
been huge.  The ride was five minutes long and it went up and down, side to
side.  I had to accept the idea that I had no idea what I would do or where
I would go if I happened to escape.  That, as much as the shock or the
guards and their guns, kept me from throwing another fit.

   "Hey, um..." I caught Marcia's eye.  "You look really, uh...great."

   "You look the same," she told me, pursing her lips and looking down my
naked body.  "A little softer than I remember though."

   "What did they do to you?" I whispered.  "Are you okay?"

   I kinda wanted to find out if they'd fucked with Marcia's mind as much
as they had with her body.  Obviously she looked awesome and I guess even
aliens like hot chicks, but what else did they like?  Had they brainwashed
her?  Maybe she wasn't even the real Marcia.  They might have made a new
one in a big tube or one of those watermelons like in the movie.  That
would explain why she looked better; there probably weren't a lot of
Hostess Twinkies in space!

   "I'm fine," she said.  "Don't worry.  They're not going to hurt you or
anything."

   "Yeah, but..." I glanced around us and lowered my voice even more.  "Are
you really Marcia?"

   "Shut-up!" She rolled her brown eyes and that almost convinced me, but I
still felt kind of scared.

   I mean, not terrified, just...you know...nervous, like anyone would be.
I wasn't a pussy like those two fags, Mark and Dale.  When I saw them
again...

   "Is this him?" a Japanese looking woman asked as soon as we'd stepped
off the shuttle-elevator thing.

   She had to be an alien though.  For one thing, I'd never heard of any
hot Japanababes running around with red hair and green eyes.  She looked
Irish to me, except she had slanty eyes, high cheeks, a small pouting
mouth, and a tall, slender body wrapped up in a black leather Catwoman
outfit.  Fuck!  This bitch could have been in the Matrix movies dressed
like that!  Plus she looked uber-hot, except she didn't have hardly any
tits at all.  She had a couple speed bumps like Mary's, and small hard
nipples poking against the skin-tight leather.  And then I saw her cunt!  I
mean, I could see it because the leather was so tight it split her pussy
lips!

   "Yes, my Lady," Marcia said and she bowed, which seemed totally weird,
but if this was the alien queen, I could see why!

   I'd never seen a woman like her in my life!  Not even in magazines or on
TV or whatever.  She wasn't just smokin' hot; she looked cruel, you know?
I'd never imagined that people really gave off vibes or whatever.  Like,
I'd heard of it, you know, that charisma stuff?  This chick had it though,
at least for me, and she wasn't a slut.  Dad liked to say all women are
sluts, but probably he meant earth women.  If I tried to bone this bitch,
she'd probably cut my balls off!

   It sort of made my dick hard for some reason, but probably that was just
the stress.  I didn't really want to be castrated.

   "My name is Helena," she told me.  "Walk with me."

   "Uh, okay," I agreed and at least she sounded friendly, except she had a
strange accent.  Like French maybe, except different and I wondered if
she'd ever been to Canada.

   "There's no easy way to say this, so..." She shrugged.  "Your friend is
dying and you can save his life."

   "Who?  Dale?  Mark?" I made a face at her.  "I just saw those guys! 
They were..."

   "No, your friend..."

   "Faggot," Marcia said from behind us as we walked down a wide, curving
corridor.

   "Yes." Helena pursed her lips.  "He's dying and we've selected you based
on your genetics, age, intelligence...Several other factors, including your
previous relationship."

   "Whoa!" I stared at her.  "Fagboy's dying?"

   "We call him Orion," Helena said, apparently not liking the word fagboy
very much.

   "Right, uh..." I glanced over my shoulder at Marcia and the black giant,
that Ransom guy, walked beside her.  I didn't see any guards, but I knew
they could turn invisible anyway.

   "He needs your help, Billy," Marcia said.  "That's why we picked you
up."

   "He needs blood or something?" I asked, looking at Helena and she shook
her head.  "No.  Wait a second.  You're not gonna like take one of my
kidneys or something...Are you?"

   "No," she said.  "Don't be silly.  He's in here."

   We'd come to an empty spot in the wall, and the corridor seemed mostly
empty anyway, but there were archways every thirty or forty feet.  They
looked like blank walls, and so did this one until Helena walked right up
to it and the archway opened into a dark room with a spotlight shining down
on a weird hospital bed looking thing.  I could see somebody on it, but
there were a lot of tubes and hoses and stuff like that hanging down and
rising out of the floor.  They all seemed to be plugged into the person on
the bed and as we walked closer I could almost tell it was fagboy,
except...I almost puked.

   "He's been shot in the chest," Helena told me softly, and whatever
they'd shot him left had made a huge, ragged hole.

   Most of his body, or his torso at least, most of it was just gone or
turned into a pulpy red mess.  I could see nearly into his neck and some of
the tubes were pushing bright red blood inside him on one side and sucking
it back out on the other side.

   "Fuck!" I breathed.  "What did you guys do to him?"

   "We're keeping the brain alive," a masculine, sing-song voice said and I
turned to see a blue alien dressed in white.  He looked mostly human,
except for his silver hair and eyes and neon pink lips, and his blue skin,
of course.

   "Why?" I wondered, looking at Marcia just so I wouldn't have to look at
faggot anymore.

   I'd kind of liked the little slut, you know?  For being a fag, he'd been
pretty okay.  I'd definitely liked fucking him a lot and his mom had been
awesome.  This seemed totally unfair.  Not even a serious butt fucking,
pole smoking, sperm guzzling fag like him deserved something like that!  At
least now I knew why it looked like Marcia had been crying.  Everybody knew
the two cocksluts loved each other.

   "His mind hasn't been damaged at all," the doctor explained.  "He's
still alive and we can still perform a successful transference of his
consciousness into a new host."

   "For how much longer?" Helena asked him.

   "His condition is unchanged," he replied.  "We have several hours until
the nerves begin to show signs of deterioration."

   "Two hours?"

   "Perhaps three, my Lady." He nodded.  "But no more than that.  Once the
decay begins, it'll be irreversible."

   "What, um..." I licked my lips.  "What are you guys talking about?"

   "Orion...faggot...was joined with an alien," Marcia said, fixing her
eyes on me so she wouldn't have to look at him either.  "With one of the
alien leaders and they can move him into a new host."

   "Who?  The alien?" I narrowed my eyes.  "Or faggot?"

   "Both of them," she said.  "They're the same person now.  They can't be
separated...Right?"

   "That's correct," Helena agreed.  "Esya?  Do you have a robe
for...What's your name?"

   "Me?  Billy," I answered.  "Uh...William, I mean."

   "Bring William's robe, please."

   "My Lady." A blue kid practically ran to her side holding a golden toga
thing.

   He looked just like the doctor with his silver hair and eyes, except he
couldn't have been more than twelve maybe.  Kinda girlish too, with his
pretty face and long, silky hair falling loose around his shoulders.  One
look at him and I knew he was a little faggot slut.  It was in his smile, I
decided, since he had a lush pink mouth practically begging for cock.  I'd
gotten a serious boner for no good reason at all, except Marcia looked fine
as hell and Catwoman made me want to lick her asshole clean.  Now this
little fag was giving me a smile like he'd drain my balls in a heartbeat.

   "This place is psycho," I thought out loud and then frowned because I
hadn't meant to.

   "Excuse me?" Helena cocked her head as if she didn't know what I meant
and I supposed she didn't.

   "You're trying to tell me that I gotta give this alien guy my body?" I
asked while the blue boy helped me get dressed.

   "You don't actually give it to him," she replied slowly.

   "You're the host," Marcia said.  "You'll still be you, except you'll
have the alien inside you."

   "I thought you said faggot was gonna be inside me?"

   "Orion as well," Helena explained.  "All the previous hosts survive
through Tristam."

   "Who the fuck's Tristam?" I asked with a frown.  "That's not like Jesus,
is it?  I'm not into the church thing."

   "Billy..." Marcia sighed.  "Tristam is the alien's name.  After you join
with him, you'll have all his memories."

   "As well as the memories of his previous hosts," Helena added and she
pursed her lips.  "This isn't terribly complicated.  Are you sure about the
boy's intelligence?"

   "What?" I blinked at her.

   "Quite sure," someone else answered and a guy who looked like a college
professor, complete with bowtie and tweed jacket, appeared out of nowhere.

   "Who the fuck are you?" I asked.

   "It seems most likely that William simply hasn't had the opportunity to
exercise his mental capabilities," the professor continued.  "I suspect
much the same could be said for most of his planet's population."

   "What are you trying to say?" I frowned at him, suspecting that the man
had just called earth people stupid.

   "Too much television," Marcia sighed.

   "Well..." Helena drew a deep breath.  "We don't have much time.  We need
you to make a decision and it has to be made soon."

   "A decision?" I almost smiled.  "You mean...I get a choice?"

   "No one can force you to do this," Ransom said.  "If you don't agree,
your mind will be too strong for Tristam.  You have to let him inside."

   "Oh." I nodded.  "And he's a leader.  Right?  One of the guys in charge
up here?"

   "He's very important to us," Helena agreed.

   "Fuck him then," I said with a grin.

   "What?" Marcia blinked at me.

   "He can't run around blowing up cities and then ask me for a favor," I
said.  "I hope he dies."

   "Billy!"

   "I feel sorry for fagboy, but..." I shrugged.  "He's just a traitor
anyway.  Stupid aliens."

   "What happened on your world wasn't Lord Tristam's decision," Helena
said.  "You can't blame him for..."

   "Yeah right!" I snorted.  "He's one of the leaders and he didn't stop
it, did he?  Just following orders?"

   "It's not like that, Billy," Marcia said.

   "They're fuckin' Nazis," I told her.  "And you want me to let Hitler
into my brain so he can kill a few million more people?"

   "No!" She scowled.

   "The Empire will help earth," Helena said.  "But we need him to do it.
We need you, William."

   "Fuck the Empire!  We were minding our own business and then you
assholes came along and..."

   "I'll take you back," Ransom said, looking at Helena.  "The other teams
should have returned by now."

   "What other teams?" I asked.

   "We retrieved a dozen candidates," he said.  "Perhaps one of them will
agree to host the Lord Marshal."

   "Nobody on earth is gonna help you guys," I told him.  "No way."

   "That's not true," Helena said.  "The Duchess is human and so is the boy
we're trying to save."

   "They're traitors," I snorted, staring at Marcia and she'd started
crying.  "That's all.  Alien traitors now, so...Fuck `em."

   "I'm sorry you feel that way," Helena sighed.

   "I'm not," I replied with a smile.  "Good luck with Batman, huh?"

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Where are we?" I looked at Marcia and she shrugged.

   "I wanna show you something," she said, walking between a couple guards
wearing dull, purple armor and holding weird looking rifles.

   "Are these guys cool?" I wondered.

   "They're Janissaries," Ransom answered.  "Part of the royal guard."

   "They didn't do a very good job guarding fagboy, did they?"

   "Shut-up, Billy." Marcia frowned at me as we walked into a place that
looked like a museum more than anything else.

   "Are we still on the spaceship?" The place seemed immense, like some
sort of castle or Roman temple maybe, with marble floors and statues and a
lot of corridors and rooms.

   "It's a very large ship," Ransom said.  "About the size of, oh..."

   "It's the size of Tokyo," Marcia said.  "At least, that's what Orion
told me."

   "Not anymore!" I said sarcastically and then caught the look on her
face. "What?  You didn't know they wasted Tokyo too?"

   "No." She swallowed hard.  "Bambi told me about New York and..."

   "You missed all the fun," I told her.  "The power outages, no phones, no
gas.  You gotta wait in line for an hour just to buy toilet paper."

   "Well, that's what Orion was trying to fix," Marcia sighed, but it
sounded kind of lame to me.

   "They turned the earth into Gilligan's Island."

   "I'll wait for you here," Ransom said, pausing at a doorway.

   We continued through it, down a short, wide hallway decorated with bas
relief walls and then...

   "Oh man!" I widened my eyes at a place that looked like it came out of a
movie.

   We stood in a large room covered with Persian carpets on the pink marble
floor, and about fifty silk pillows of different shapes, sizes, and colors
scattered about at random.  There were marble columns reaching into a
beautiful alien sky, all yellow and orange mostly, with lavender clouds and
a distant red sun.  There were large brass braziers hanging from chains and
burning without making any smoke.  Plants and sculptures and birds singing
and music playing...and then I saw the girls.

   I mean, the aliens.  Some of them anyway.  Bambi wasn't an alien and she
lay on her tummy, naked across a pillow and smiling at me.  Massaging her
back was a small brown alien girl, wearing a white slip like Marcia's, and
she looked seriously hot.  She didn't have any hair either.  Like Marcia,
this chick was completely bald, but still incredibly gorgeous, especially
the way she looked rubbing some sort of oil on Bambi's glistening skin.

   "You know Bambi already," Marcia said.  "This is Srah, she's the
Mistress of the household."

   "Uh, okay..." I nodded, having no idea what that meant.  The brown girl
smiled at me and she had a body made for fucking!  I could see that right
off and I pegged her for a slut, just like Bambi.

   "And there's Esya," she continued, gesturing to the blue boy who had
brought me my robe.

   He looked like a serious girly boy too, especially lounging on a big
pillow and rubbing his tummy with his palms, sliding them up to his flat
chest and dragging his slip higher with them.  He had pale blue skin, not
dark at all, and his thighs were smooth as the hem rose to expose more and
more of his flesh.  I could see the vague lump of his penis tenting the
slip, but he stopped pulling it upward just before exposing his cock and
balls.

   "And this is Troy," Marcia said.

   "Is this him?" a girl's voice wondered and I looked to see the most
beautiful girl in the world.  Uh, the galaxy, I mean.  Whatever.

   She wasn't human, I knew that because human girls don't look like that
except in paintings maybe.  No, not even there.  I'd have been afraid to
imagine a chick that looked like her.  She wasn't very tall and her skin
had a golden tan, a perfectly all over permanent tan, and I drank in her
narrow round hips, tiny waist, and large, ripe tits with prominent nipples
pointing out and up.  She was completely naked and her pussy had a fine,
silky shroud of black pubic hair.  But her face...God!  I mostly forgot
everything when I looked at her.  She had dark eyes and high cheeks, a
pointed chin and a mouth made for kissing, all surrounded by a cloud of
rich, black hair.

   Beautiful had a new definition all of a sudden and earth was going to be
sorely disappointed when they held the next Miss Universe pageant!

   "Hi," I said with a hard swallow and that's all I could think of saying.

   "Troy's still a virgin," Marcia said.  "So you can't fuck her yet,
Billy...But you can do anything else you can think of with her."

   "With any of us," Bambi said with a sexy giggle.

   "W-What?" I tore my eyes off the girl and looked at Bambi.  She made my
guts ache as I remembered slamming my dick inside her sexy asshole and I
have to admit that I'd dreamt of her after she'd disappeared.

   "Which one of us do you want to fuck?" Marcia asked me.  "Or do you want
more than one?  Would you like to see us fuck each other, Billy?"

   "I, uh..." I could hardly breath and my heart was going fast as I tried
to understand exactly what she was saying.

   "Would you like me to suck your cock?" Troy asked.  "I know how to do it
now."

   "You can fuck me," Esya said with a shy smile.  "I took a long bath this
morning."

   "We all did, you little slut!" Bambi chided him with another giggle and
that was her superpower; all girls have one.  "Come over here, Billy.  I
know what you like.  I'll suck your balls while you fuck Srah."

   "Do you need to use the bathroom first?" Marcia asked me.  "I'll be your
piss slave, if you want."

   "What, um...Who...Why?" I tried to ask ten questions all at once.  "What
is this place?"

   "This is Lord Orion's seraglio," Marcia explained.  "We're his harem."

   "All of you?  That's what?  Like...sex slaves?"

   "Oh yes," Bambi sighed.  "He owns us."

   "But you're his mom!" I stared at her.

   "He's trying to make me pregnant," she said with a smile, turning on her
side so she could rub her flat tummy.  "I wonder if I am or not?"

   "We do whatever he commands," Srah told me.  "It's what we live for."

   "We love him," Esya agreed.

   "So, I can, um..." I looked at Troy.  "Yeah.  Suck my cock for me."

   "Ahhh..." Marcia held up her hand as the girl giggled and started
crawling across the pillows.  "But first you have to be joined."

   "What?" I blinked at her.

   "We belong to Orion," she said with an apologetic shrug.  "Not to you,
Billy."

   "But we could," Bambi told me.  "All five of us could be yours."

   "Completely," Srah added.

   "Forever," Esya said and then his cheeks turned darker as he blushed. 
"Our Master promised not to sell me."

   "Think about it, Billy," Marcia whispered, putting her arms on my
shoulders and pressing her soft, surprisingly firm body against mine.  "You
could be one of the most powerful men in the galaxy.  Lord Admiral William,
Fifth Earl Tristam of Pleiades, High Marshal of the Spinward March."

   "That's, um..." I smiled at her.  "That's a lot."

   "More than you or I can imagine," she breathed, touching my lips with
hers, but only barely.  "You can have everything.  Wealth, power, this
place and everyone in it."

   "But the alien..."

   "You'll still be you," she said.  "I promise.  You won't change as much
as you think."

   "If, um...I join this alien...I can fuck her?" I asked, glancing at Troy
and one shot at her womb would be worth dying for.

   "As often as you wish," Marcia said and then raised her voice.  "Troy,
would you like to give your virginity to your Master?"

   "Oh yes!" the girl agreed quickly and she looked so innocent, so
completely na�ve that I knew she spoke the truth.  "I want to learn how to
fuck the way you do."

   "See?" Marcia smiled, rubbing her tits against my chest and my cock
ached beneath my robe.

   "Join with him, Billy," Bambi said.  "Don't be frightened."

   "We won't hurt you," Srah said with a giggle.

   "We need you," Esya sighed.  "Our Master needs you."

   "Earth needs you, Billy." Marcia kissed me lightly on the lips.  "But if
you really want to go back to the tenth grade and hang out with Dale and
Mark and...What is it you do now?  Wait in line for toilet paper?"

   "Yeah." I frowned and it sounded pretty sucky after seeing the way
fagboy lived.  Fuck!

   Any one of those chicks, even that queer little Esya, would have stopped
traffic back home.  Srah would have men walking into brick walls and Troy
belonged in her own church!

   "How come you call her Troy?" I wondered and Marcia giggled.

   "Because our Master already has his Helena," she replied.  "He's quite
infatuated with her, but he thinks it's a secret."

   "Everyone knows," Bambi sighed, pulling Srah on top of her and they
started making out.  Oh man!  They looked hot together.

   "You mean Catwoman and Fagboy are..." I smiled because that alien Matrix
chick would be a monster fuck, I could tell, except she'd want to be on top
probably.  I could do that.

   "Join with him," Marcia whispered.  "You'll understand completely, I
promise."

   "And all this will be mine?" I asked, thinking this was too good to be
true.  Like selling my soul to the devil or something, there had to be a
catch.

   "This is such a small part of what you'll have," she said.  "You'll
see."

   "What's the catch?"

   "I don't know." Marcia shrugged.  "You can't go back, I know that much.
Maybe that's the catch."

   "So if I do it...I'm stuck here?"

   "Yeah," she agreed.  "But there are worse places to be, right?"

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   Marcia had led me out of the harem room and back to Ransom.  She kissed
my cheek, but didn't say anything.  Neither did the black giant as the two
of us got on the elevator and I felt sick again, but not for any particular
reason.

   "Was she bullshitting me?" I asked him.  "Lying?  Or was that alien guy
really helping the earth?"

   "Lord Tristam has sworn an oath to protect the earth," he answered,
"along with all the other planets in the Spinward March.  It's something he
takes very seriously."

   "Right, but I mean the earth.  Is he really helping it or what?" I
asked. "Why would he care?"

   "Because he's human now," the black giant said with a shrug.

   "Fuck." I looked down at my feet.  "And if I do this, am I all of a
sudden gonna be like...an alien?"

   "No." He smiled down at me.  "You're asking the same questions Orion
asked."

   "But he changed," I said.  "Right?"

   "Everyone changes, William."

   "If this is all bullshit, I'm gonna jump out an airlock or something," I
told him.  "I'll make sure he's dead forever, just so you know.  Right?"

   "That sounds reasonable," Ransom agreed with a nod.  "I think he's going
to like you."


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