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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 Twelve



   "Orion," I sighed, stroking his hair from his eyes.  "You won't sleep
unavenged, I promise you that."

   "How do you feel, my Lord?" Ransom asked and I didn't bother to look at
him.

   "Pissed off," I decided.  "Where's my daughter?"

   "She's being held in detention," Helena answered.  "The conditioning was
especially deep, as it had to be given your relationship with her."

   "Was she harmed?"

   "No, my Lord," she said.  "What do you want to do with her?"

   "Lady Preston must be interrogated," Ransom offered.

   "An interrogation will leave her defenseless," I said, bending over to
kiss Orion's mouth.

   "Defenseless, my Lord?" Ransom cleared his throat.  "It will leave her
with the mind of a child, but..."

   "We must know what she knows," Helena said.  "We have no choice."

   "Scan her," I ordered.  "And once that's done..."

   "A scan won't penetrate the conditioning," Ransom protested.

   "Once that's done," I said slowly, lifting my eyes to his face.  "Erase
her."

   "My Lord," Helena drew a deep breath.  "If we erase her, we'll never
know what happened."

   "I know what happened," I told her.  "Windham happened.  If he didn't
send her, someone he's allied with did.  We'll take them all down.  I want
a meeting with the General Staff in one hour."

   "William...My Lord..." Ransom said slowly.  "The Duchess will return in
five days.  You can't take military action without her approval."

   "Then get it!" I shouted, forcing myself to take a deep breath and
relax. "She's not in dark space yet.  Send a message to Talis and inform
her that I'm taking military precautions against an imminent threat to the
security of the Empire."

   "A message?  She's at Delphi," Helena reminded me.  "Even if the Duchess
replies immediately, and she won't, she'll be here before her answer can
reach us."

   "I know that." The curious truth was that my cousin's transport, the
battlecruiser Praxis, was faster than even a priority translight message.

   "He's not looking for an answer," Ransom said, fixing his blank eyes on
mine.

   "While I await my cousin's decision," I said calmly, "we'll conduct a
reconnaissance of Windham space...in force."

   "As you say, my Lord." He bowed his head.

   "She will not be pleased with you, William." Helena pursed her lips, but
otherwise stood stiff as a statue.

   Unyielding as ever, her countenance thrilled me to the core and I felt a
familiar yearning in my heart.  Marcia had been right about my
feelings...Tristam's feelings, but mine now as well and I was still trying
to understand our union.  The current situation wasn't making that easy,
however; we were in too much of a hurry, I told myself, but when I looked
at faggot's torn body...

   "We are going to war over this...insult," I told my two aides, pulling
the sheet over the boy's head.  "Prepare yourselves."

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

   I began dressing myself while Esya watched and found the black boots and
navy blue breeches to be a perfect fit.  I'd changed again, but I remained
the same.  A sixteen-year-old human male, blessed with good genes and a
reasonable intellect.  I had a naturally athletic body, much more so than
Orion had possessed, but he'd been several years younger than me.  I
couldn't blame him for that.  I needed practice with my sword, however.  A
lot of practice if I planned on facing...

   "Would you like me to shave you, Master?" Esya interrupted my thoughts
and I examined my face in the mirror.

   "I need one, huh?" I smiled at myself and I'd always thought I looked
kind of like Han Solo, except for my dirty blond hair and blue eyes.

   I'd never told anyone that, just in case they might have laughed at me.
I had that kind of face though, like a rogue with my high forehead and
square jaw, thin lips and piercing eyes.  I wouldn't be handsome until I
hit thirty probably.  Girls my own age had always been attracted to me
though, and faggots too, I suppose, but I'd never had the personality to
sweep anyone but a slut off her feet.  That had been okay back home because
all the earth girls were sluts anyway, but I knew it wouldn't help me out
here.  I was an earl, or a count depending on which court I happened to be
visiting, and an heir to the Onyx Throne.  It was kind of scary, actually.

   "Fuck," I breathed.  "I hope you know what you're doing, Tristam."

   "If you'll sit down, Master," Esya said softly and the boy was playing
timid with me.

   "When's the last time you were scanned?" I asked, eyeing the straight
razor he held.

   "Scanned?" He frowned.

   "Jericho?"

   "Lady Helena had Orion's household scanned seventeen hours ago," the
computer replied.

   "Just after I was shot?" I smiled at that.  "Was Helena scanned?"

   "She was scanned," he replied.  "Do you wish to make a detailed
enquiry?"

   "You know me too well, I think," I said, weighing my conflicting desire
to know Helena's deepest thoughts against showing her privacy the respect
she deserved.

   "Master?" Esya waited for me to sit down.

   "Purge Helena's scan from the database," I said.  "No...Wait.  Just lock
it.  My eyes only."

   "Of course, Lord Admiral." Jericho smiled at me.  "And may I say, it's a
pleasure to see you again."

   "A pleasure to be seen," I replied and then looked at Esya.  "Okay. 
Shave me, but...be careful."

   "Yes, Master," he replied solemnly.  "I'll be very careful."

   I'd never been shaved by someone else before and in fact, I'd never even
used a razor myself.  I'd always used my dad's electric shaver, although
not very often.  I didn't have a lot of facial hair, just some curling
blond hairs on my chin.  Esya shaved my entire face though, applying a warm
lather of shaving cream and then scraping it away.  For some reason that
felt good.  It felt manly and I rather enjoyed the new experience.

   He sang while he shaved me and Esya had high voice, like a soprano, and
I didn't understand the words, but I liked them.  I liked him too and I
remembered kissing the boy, the sweet flavor of his mouth and the delicate
wriggling of his tongue across mine.  I had a lot of queer memories and
then I suddenly remembered everything I'd done to faggot, the things I'd
done to me, and I felt suddenly dizzy.  I could remember both sides of it,
fucking him and being fucked by me...It confused me completely and I had to
close my eyes, but that didn't help.

   "Master?" Esya paused as he cleaned my face with a damp towel.  "Are you
alright?"

   "Yeah," I said, blinking my eyes and the memories had receded.

   I just had to think about other things, but faggot's memories lurked in
my subconscious like a shadow and I had to avoid them.

   "How do I look?" I asked, forcing myself to smile and it wasn't all that
hard to do.

   "You're very handsome, Master," Esya replied softly.  "Do you still like
me?"

   "Very much so," I said, realizing I'd have to reassure all of my slaves
in this fashion.

   Nobody could truly understand the joining unless they'd gone through it.
Even Ransom and Helena would have some doubts and my decision to go to war
without the usual prerequisite councils and debates had made them uneasy. I
almost regretted my urgency, but I'd been assassinated.  Orion was dead and
as the acting head of state in the absence of Talis, that violence
constituted an assault upon the Empire itself.  My declaration of war was a
mere formality, when viewed from a certain perspective.

   "Take off your shift," I told the boy.  "I want to see you."

   "Yes, Master." Esya pulled the white slip over his head and dropped it
on the floor, licking his lips as I looked at him.

   "Lift your penis," I said, wiggling my finger up and down.  "Let me see
your balls."

   He had a wonderfully smooth body, soft and hairless everywhere but for
the fine, platinum hair falling just past his shoulders.  His pale blue
skin had a shimmer to it as he breathed and I liked his small, hard nipples
and slender shoulders, his girlish waist and narrow hips.  The boy had
shapely thighs as well, although he wasn't very tall for his tender age.

   Esya did have a fine cock, however, as long as mine, but not quite so
thick and uncircumcised like all aliens.  That particular tradition was
peculiar to earth.  He had nice balls too, large testicles in a low hanging
sack of soft, blue skin.  He played with them for me, holding his hardening
cock pointed upward with one hand, rolling his balls and tugging on his
scrotum with the other.  The boy's erection grew quickly before my eyes,
perhaps seven inches long and straight as an arrow.  He peeled the foreskin
back to reveal a pink glans already leaking precum and he played his thumb
around the tip.

   "Have you ever been gangfucked?" I wondered, but the boy didn't get a
chance to answer.

   "Are we entertained, my Lord?"

   "Don't be petulant, Helena," I replied without taking my eyes off Esya.
"Jerk off for me.  Slowly."

   "Windham has provoked you," she said, walking fully into the parlor.

   It was one of several rooms that were kept empty until required for a
specific purpose.  Except for the chair in which I sat and the table beside
me, there was nothing else but the darkness surrounding us.  A silk divan
grew out of the floor behind Esya as he stood before me, cupping his balls
and stroking his pretty penis.

   "Windham assassinated me." I pointed at the sofa.  "Sit down."

   "It's a provocation and you're playing into his hands." Helena crossed
her arms over her chest and looking down at me.

   "Lie down, Esya.  My Lady of Cepheus prefers to stand."

   "Now who's being petulant, my Lord?"

   "He's beautiful, isn't he?" I sighed.  "I'm going to turn him into a
girl, I think."

   "If they wanted to assassinate you, Lady Preston would have shot you in
the head."

   "Maybe she has poor aim."

   "Whoever is behind it must have expected you would survive," she
continued.  "Given your reputation..."

   "My temper?" I smiled at Esya, watching him pet the length of his
erection as he pushed it downward, teasing both of us.

   "...and the correlation of force, the only strategic advantage to be
gained is battle at a time and place of their choosing."

   "Go on." I shifted in my seat, feeling my cock throb and I wanted to be
sure Helena saw the bulge in my trousers.

   "They cannot defeat the combined strength of the Empire, but that force
is a paper tiger.  We're dissipated by our responsibilities and require
time to organize an overwhelming strike."

   "They can't survive a war of attrition."

   "Neither can we, my Lord," she said.  "If you commit the available
fleets to rash adventurism..."

   "Ouch." I rubbed the swell of my cock and I knew Helena wasn't so cruel
as Billy had imagined her to be.  She was worse.

   "...we may very well expect piecemeal defeat and lose time better served
prearranging a decisive military response."

   "I should arrange a commission for you, Helena," I suggested with a
smile.  "You sound like a staff officer."

   "Please." She frowned.  "This is their plan, to draw us into premature
conflict and indecisive skirmish.  They'll gain political currency, invest
in alliances with other systems, and foment insurrection along a broad
front."

   "Keeping our forces spread thin and..." I eyed her small, hard nipples
and knew she wanted some cock.

   "Eventually negotiating a peace to their advantage," she said with a
nod. "The Duchess will have no choice, any siege or prolonged campaign of
attrition will only weaken her position."

   "You're certain of that analysis?" I asked, opening my breeches with the
soft pop...pop...popping of silver buttons.

   "Given the facts as we have them, my Lord..." Helena cleared her throat
and her pale cheeks flushed green.  "It's what I would do in their place."

   "Come here," I told her.  "Kneel on the floor at my feet."

   "My Lord, I hardly think..."

   "Please?"

   Esya watched with his silver eyes grown wide, laying on his side with
the left leg bent at the knee.  His erection pointed towards me across a
dozen feet of empty marble and I watched him squeeze a dollop of precum
from the tip onto his fingers.  He brought his hand to his mouth as Helena
knelt stiffly in front of me and I had to lean to the right in order to see
the blue faggot slide his juicy fingers between those wonderfully pink
lips.

   "You'd rather I served you as a whore, my Lord?" Helena asked, kneeling
with her spine stiff and shoulders back.

   "No," I said softly.  "Not a whore, my Lady; only a slut."

   Her emerald eyes narrowed beneath her thick, red hair and I heard the
skin tight leather creaking as her small breasts rose and fell with every
breath she took.

   "Sometimes I can't tell when you're mocking me..." she reached for the
opening in my trousers, "...and when you're serious."

   "I love you, Helena."

   "No..." she breathed, wrapping her gloved hand around my stiff penis and
pulling it free.

   "I almost died without telling you that."

   "Why should I believe you?" Helena stared at me through a crimson veil,
squeezing my ardent flesh with her cool fingers.

   "Because you love me too," I offered, caressing her cheek with my thumb
and slipping my hand into her silky hair.

   "Tristam..." she sighed, tilting her head against my palm like a kitten.

   "I won't waste anymore time playing games," I told her.  "Be my
Mistress, Helena."

   "What you're asking..." she replied, turning her hand to tickle my
scrotum, pulling my balls free.  "My family will never forgive you."

   "I would marry you if I could," I whispered.  "You know that."

   "Yes." Her hand went back to my cock and she began jerking me off
slowly.

   The leather covering her flesh felt soft as butter, seamless and
perfectly formed.  Every part of her body from the neck down was hidden and
yet plain to my sight.  From her black fingernails to her leather bound
clitoris, Helena knelt naked and untouchable.  I pulled her forward, urging
her to kiss my erection with her red stained lips and supple tongue.  She'd
never held a cock, never felt one against her bare flesh until the moment
her mouth touched mine.  She kissed the smooth glans, at the underside
where the skin had been drawn into an inverted heart, and then she pulled
away.

   "I have to go," Helena whispered, licking her lips and standing slowly.
"I've arranged to have the Council of Ministers present at your briefing,
my Lord."

   "Very good," I said, taking a deep breath as a smile graced her
wonderfully oriental face.  "I'll be along shortly."

   She left the room without another word and I rose from my chair.

   "Turn around, faggot," I breathed.  "Give me your cunt."

   "Yes Master," Esya agreed quickly.

   The thirteen-year-old boy turned and spread his bent knees wide on the
divan, bringing his asshole to my swollen cock.  He watched me over his
shoulder, biting his pouting lips and shivering as I slid my cock beneath
his scrotum and along the underside of his own hard shaft.  He had an ass
like a girl, round and snug with a deep cleavage and I pulled him apart
with my thumbs to expose the pinkish pucker of his anus.  I gathered my
saliva and let it fall between his cheeks while I hunched my hips and
fucked my cock along his.

   "This is your cunt from now on, faggot," I told him.  "You'll keep
yourself clean and moist and ready for any cock who desires it."

   "M-Master!" He gasped as I pressed both of my thumbs past his sphincter,
pulling his hole wide and spitting into the mouth of Esya's small rectum.

   "I know a slut like you needs cock," I sighed.  "So I won't be selfish
and try to keep you for myself."

   "But, Master...I don't...I never..." He blinked at me, rocking his hips
as I pushed my thumbs deeper, digging my fingers into his flesh.

   "Shhh..." I smiled at him.  "You don't have to thank me.  I only want my
little blue faggot to be happy."

   "T-Thank you, Master," Esya replied and his confusion pleased me a great
deal.

   "What did I just say?" I teased, pulling my thumbs away and replacing
them with the head of my penis.

   "N-Not to thank...Ohhh!"

   "Ugh!" I grunted as I drove half of my straining cock into his
wonderfully warm ass.  "Ah!  You fucker!  Like fucking silk!"

   "Mmmm..." The faggot grimaced as my hands found his slender shoulders
and I pulled him back to meet my crotch, stabbing the length of my prick
into his bowels.

   "Take it, boy!  Fuck my cock, you whore!"

   I began pounding his ass with a vengeance, imagining Helena beneath me,
shredding her precious virginity while she wept.  What a teasing bitch! 
Esya's erection slapped his belly while we fucked, his sperm filled balls
swinging between his girlish thighs, slapping my own as I'd drive the head
of my cock into his alien prostate.  I knew he had one because Tristam
knew, and he knew because we'd fucked sexy blue faggots before.

   Esya's asshole grew damp, his fag juices mixing with my precum, and
perhaps that explained their pacific sensibilities as much as anything
else. Esya, like everyone else from his planet, was bisexual and Mother
Nature had seen to the details.  His rectum produced a thin, oily lubricant
and it really was very much like fucking a pussy.  The boy grew wet and the
soft tissue quivered with tiny contractions, massaging my prick while I
drilled his hungry hole.  Whatever discomfort he might have felt had
quickly given way to something else entirely.

   "Fuck me!  Master!  Harder!  Fuck me!" he panted in his sweet soprano
voice, the ragged words punctuated with the slapping of our bodies.

   "Give me your tits," I growled, sliding my hands beneath his body to
find Esya's nipples long and stiff.

   I pinched and pulled them, grabbing the soft skin around the rubbery
nubs and making them swell even larger.  Soon enough I'd deliver him to the
genetic technicians and grow the boy some real breasts.  I'd have him
sculpted into something more than a mere boy and less than a real girl. 
I'd dress the transgendered slut in fine silks and precious jewels, invest
him with a title, and introduce the minx to society as my debutante slave -
The Maharani of Rapere.  That seemed a clever name for a clever whore.

   "You're going to be my gift to Helena," I whispered in his ear, holding
my cock inside him as the abyss yawned invitingly.  "A sexy little spy just
for her."

   "Ummmm..." Esya sighed as my cock pulsed rapidly, spewing semen into the
depths of his ass.

   I kissed his silver hair and let my orgasm finish completely before
pulling myself from his clasping sex.

   "You may wash my cock with your tongue, faggot."

   "Thank you, Master," he breathed, ignoring his own rampant urgency as
Esya took my semi-hard penis into his mouth.

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

   There were the usual protocols to be followed after an unsuccessful
assassination attempt on a royal heir.  Every representative of every star
system in the Spinward March had to profess shock and outrage, as well as
their undying loyalty to the Empire through my person.  Thankfully, the
counts, earls, and barons all represented a great many systems and so the
ritual only took a few hours.  The absence of Windham's ambassador was
conspicuous, but hardly surprising.

   Likewise noble Lords and Ladies who attended the Court of the Duchess of
Cepheus had to plead their ignorance, and were largely the wayward children
of far flung relatives.  The ministers and the military; sycophants,
courtiers, and merchant princes; all of them condemned the cowardice and
treachery of the act.  Such things always invited suspicion and rumors of
conspiracy, and no one enjoyed the illusion of immunity.  Such times were
always ripe with the opportunity to avenge insults, real or imagined.

   Heads would roll, as they invariably must, and Helena had made a list, I
had little doubt of that.  Some familiar faces were already missing and I
caught her ear.

   "Lady Constance?"

   "No, my Lord," Helena whispered, only that and nothing more.

   They'd never liked each other very much, but I'd once found the woman's
piquant sex a delightful diversion.  What a marvelous slut she'd been, the
Lady Constance of Cepheus.  She'd given up her vows of chastity at an early
age and come to Court penniless and fawning, selling her affections by the
evening.  Noble prostitutes are always fashionable sport and Constance had
enjoyed a comfortable existence dancing from bed to bed.  The disgrace to
her family could never be forgotten, however, and Helena had seized the
chance to be rid of her wanton sister once and for all.

   For the good of the Empire, as Talis liked to say.

   My military briefing began later than I'd desired and it had obviously
been Helena's intention to delay it as long as possible.  She wanted to
give me that much more time to consider her analysis of the situation with
Windham.  I did have a bit of a temper, but I'm pretty sure that anyone
getting his chest blown away would have felt the same way.  I wanted to hit
Windham with everything we had, right now and all at once.  Obliterate the
place, that sounded good to me, but I was in the minority.

   An army major began the briefing with a geography lesson and I watched
and listened patiently as he spoke around a holographic map.

   "The Windham Sector comprises 605 start systems spread throughout 500
cubic parsecs, a volume of space equal to twelve percent of the Spinward
March.  Significant features impacting military operations include several
black holes highlighted in blue, the recent supernova XG-505 located here
and..."

   Following the major, a navy commander familiarized us with the political
structure.

   "The capital world of Windham, located here, is the seat of political
power throughout a sector divided into twelve semi-autonomous states
governed by a system of hereditary nobility.  The Barony of Arthage,
highlighted here, is the most remote and includes..."

   She spoke for nearly an hour, examining each of the political states and
their leadership in detail.  None of the various counts and barons were
reliable, not to mention the Marquis himself, and the real point of the
brief was to identify thirteen primary targets for occupation by Imperial
forces.  Windham and the twelve capitals would have to be seized, their
governments replaced, and from there we would reestablish order throughout
the sector.

   A colonel presented the balance of forces, detailing our order of battle
and the best intelligence we had on theirs.  All sectors were allowed to
maintain a self-defense force, as much for political reasons as military,
and at times like this one had to question the wisdom of that policy.

   "The Marquis commands three home fleets.  His ships are modern and
comparable in size and capability with our own, although their effective
range of operations is reduced by a notable lack of auxiliary craft.  As of
twelve hours ago, the Windham First Fleet was located here, refueling in
the Fvaer System..."

   He continued for several hours and in the end, the conclusions weren't
surprising.

   "Given the disposition of relative forces, the defensive strategy we
anticipate Windham to exercise, and a notable lack of intelligence
regarding Windham operations beyond the Demetrios Nebula..."

   "We have to wait," I sighed.  "How long will it take to mobilize for a
full assault on Windham?"

   "Ten to twelve days, my Lord." Field Marshal Thrane, Twelfth Baron of
Quill and Chief of the General Staff stared at me with his large red eye.

   He had two black pupils and the left had a nervous tic, expanding and
contracting at random intervals.  Thrane and his kind were from an ancient
world near the core, one of the first colonized by the budding Empire over
twelve thousand years previously.  One of his grandfathers had hosted Crown
Prince Urey several hundred years previously.  Now the old general's
granddaughter, Princess Ureya, had that honor.

   "But we will be spread very thin," he continued a moment later.  "The
internal security forces will have to be prepared to augment operations
near the Gyre and the coreward colonies..."

   "Ransom?" I glanced at my aide.

   "Your staff is working on that as we speak, my Lord.  We've requested
operational summaries from all districts.  We'll have a detailed report
within forty-eight hours."

   As the Lord High Marshal of the Spinward March, internal security forces
belonged to me.  While I had relatively few capital ships at my disposal,
there were over a thousand constabulary frigates and cutters patrolling the
shipping lanes.  Tens of thousands Imperial corvettes policed the systems
themselves.  I had monitors, minesweepers, and gunboat flotillas, and the
ubiquitous space control ships which served as roving headquarters for my
commissioners.

   Taken singularly, such vessels possessed little military merit, but
organized into squadrons and fleets like they were...Enough bees could kill
an elephant.

   "Prepare a list of your requirements," I told Thrane.  "The internal
forces will support the military to the best of its ability."

   "We need to find out what's on the other side of Demetrios," Helena
reminded me and that hadn't been neglected.

   "I have a battle squadron preparing for a jump to the Spencer Rift," the
field marshal said.  "We can't jump through the nebula without a fix on the
other side...Give us a map...We'll jump to this point and transit the
corridor.  With your permission, my Lord."

   "A full squadron?" Helena frowned.  "A single ship would attract less
attention."

   "We want to see how they react," Thrane replied.  "Our listening post is
still operational.  Windham hasn't commenced direct hostilities as yet,
so..."

   "It's still Imperial space," I agreed.  "Let's see what they do.  How
long until the ships jump?"

   "Within the hour, my Lord," one of his staff officers replied.  "The
Rift is a little over 800 parsecs away, seventy minutes in darkspace and
approximately three hours to transit the nebula itself."

   "We should have a better idea of what were up against this afternoon,"
Thrane said.  "I'll have Colonel Jeejet inform you when the data arrives."

   "Thank you, Field Marshal." I stood up and after sitting in that chair
for five hours straight, I needed a break.

   "Can you wait two weeks, my Lord?" Helena asked me as we left the
headquarters through the adjoining flag bridge.

   "For fifteen hundred ships?  I guess I have to," I said.  "You find that
amusing?"

   "No, my Lord," Helena said with a smile.  "Merely surprising."

   "Doesn't surprise me," Ransom said.

   "Oh?" I looked at my oldest friend.

   "With the Duchess returned, you'll be free to lead one of the fleets."

   "What?" Helena frowned and I shrugged.

   "The thought had occurred to me," I agreed.  "It's been a long time
since we had a real war."

   "You can't go!" She grabbed my arm.  "The Duchess will never allow it."

   "I'm an admiral," I reminded her.  "I have a duty to the Empire.  Talis
understands that, even if you don't."

   "Don't worry, my Lady," Ransom said.  "I'll keep a close eye on him for
you."

   "I didn't mean..." she scowled and her cheeks flushed.

   "Where are we going anyway?" I wondered, just to save her Cephean pride.
"I'm hungry."

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

   We enjoyed our late lunch in one of the banquet halls, which were never
truly empty.  Eulla of Braize lay nearby on a tapestry couch before a
magnificent fire, the bell of her gown askew around the steeple of her
spread thighs.  Her bodice had been loosened enough to let her pale breasts
stumble free and a dark Tartian Prince gnawed upon her blooming nipples. 
The handsome noble had lost his trousers apparently and a pleasantly plump
boy, his page, I believe, sat on the floor suckling his Lord's eager prick.

   At the opposite end of the long table, Lady Lyst of Rigel had given
herself to a half-dozen knaves to be ravished.  Her sapphire skirts had
been stripped away, torn into ragged, silken scarves and used to bind her
ankles to the table's stout legs.  They'd left her hands free so that she
might jerk two of her lovers off as they spilled wine across her ripe tits
and quivering belly, only to lap it off her zebra striped skin a moment
later.  Another had taken his place upon her upturned face, turned towards
us with his dripping erection jutting upward and the Lady's tongue working
at his asshole.  Between her wide-spread legs, a fifth courtier threw his
cock into her sex with wild abandon and the table shook with his efforts.

   Such was the debauchery concealed within the depths of my cousin's
court. A dozen other personalities were present and I knew all of them by
sight, if not by name.  They were less outward in their enthusiasm,
however, and content to relax around the hall, indulging their idle
speculation and gossip.  My appearance in their midst had surprised them as
much as it had surprised my two companions, I'm sure.

   "You never liked this sort of thing before," Helena observed, cracking
open the belly of a crab-like creature to reach the black meat inside.

   "The new me," I said with a smile, ignoring the ten spindly legs clawing
at her arm.  "Does it offend you, my Lady?"

   "Don't be silly, William," she replied, casting a deliberate glance at
Lady Lyst.  "I rather enjoy the spectacle...on occasion."

   "Really?" Ransom smiled at her.  "I didn't know that about you."

   "There are a lot of things you don't know about me," she retorted with a
small laugh.

   "Of that, I have no doubt," he replied, dipping his head.

   "And now we have to learn about you," Helena said, giving me her emerald
eyes.  "I was very fond of Orion."

   "A good lad," Ransom agreed, holding up a glass of water.  "He had a
rare kindness."

   "Too much so," I said, picking up my own glass.  "But we love him like a
brother."

   "Yes," Helena said softly and we drank to his memory, although he still
lived inside me.

   I felt his pleasure as much as I felt my own and I recalled stroking his
hair and fucking his pretty face, the taste of my own cock and semen as I'd
cum in his mouth so often.  Our combined memories still confused me, but I
didn't fear them anymore.  The idea that I'd been a faggot slut had seemed
to me the most alien effect of our joining, but only because I knew I
wasn't queer.  Fagboy had lusted for dick, but not me.  Fucking another boy
didn't make me a fag, only him, everybody knows that.

   Like Esya.  That horny homo loved cock like a little girl loves candy
and I had a plan for him.  I wasn't going to have any boys in my harem, no
way.  Srah had a cock, but she was a complete hottie and pregnant with
Orion's child.  Definitely not a guy and it was easy to imagine her penis
as an oversized clit.  A fat, cum dripping clit, nearly as large as mine
and just as thick, and her cum tasted sweet as honey.  Sucking her off
wouldn't make me a fag, I decided, and I had a sudden desire to wrap my
lips around her chubby cock and...

   "I'm sorry." I smiled at Helena.  "What were you saying?"

   "I asked if you'd given any thought to returning to Mercia."

   "After the Windham campaign," I said.  "We'll keep the household here
for the time being...Why?"

   "No reason," she sighed airily and I shared a look with Ransom.  Helena
wasn't known for her idle chit-chat.

   "Say it," I told her.  "I know how much you hate secrets."

   "Heh!" Ransom laughed at that and even Helena smiled.

   "I'd like to return to Cepheus," she said.

   "May I ask..."

   "With you."

   "Oh." I narrowed my eyes.  "If there's some custom I don't know
about..."

   "We should speak privately, William." Helena looked around the room.

   The Tartian Prince was fucking Lady Eula in the ass while his page
played with her cunt, pulling her greasy labia apart and licking at her
coral folds.  The woman made a lot of noise, squealing breathlessly and
giggling as she rocked her hips and rode the thick shaft stretching her
anus.  As she'd move, I could catch a glimpse of their union and the man
had a tight, round scrotum glistening with the juices spilling from the
Lady's vulva.  The boy pushed two and then three fingers inside her, then a
fourth and finally his thumb.  I watched as he began to fist her contorted
sex in time with his Master's thrusting prick.

   Lady Lyst had her tits fucked while she pushed them together around a
long, ruddy penis.  The man sat on her stomach, straddling her body and
jabbing his cockhead into her chin.  Two of his friends were content to
masturbate onto her lovely face, laughing as they played their erections
together in mock swordplay above her eager tongue.  Another seemed to be
sucking the ball juice from her sloppy hole, although we could only hear
his lewd grunting and swallowing.  He was being fucked in turn by one of
his companions, a rather large and hairy brute with a reputation for
buggering little boys.  Apparently he liked buggering big boys as well and
I knew him to be the bastard son of my late cousin Horus.

   "You fuck like a dog," I said loudly, looking at the man as he smiled,
humping his cock into the young man with obvious relish.

   "Because this one fucks like a bitch, my Lord," he replied, giving the
boy's ass a playful slap.  That drew a smattering of laughter from the
small audience lounging around us.

   "It so happens I've been looking for a dog," I told him.  "What other
tricks do you know?"

   "My Lord?" He narrowed his eyes and slowed his hips.

   "Do you beg as well as you fuck?" I picked up a piece of meat from my
plate, the wing of a bird much like a chicken.  "Down here, on the
floor...Let me see you beg."

   "I don't understand what you..."

   "Oh, I think you do," I replied, holding up the wing.  "Or would you
rather play fetch?  Do you know that game, doggy?"

   "What are you doing?" Helena asked softly and Ransom had turned his
chair towards the man.

   "Adopting a pet, I hope," I replied loud enough so he could hear me.  I
tossed the wing towards the fireplace and it fell short, sizzling on the
hot stones.  "Fetch!"

   The man's face had darkened noticeably and he wasn't smiling anymore. 
He pulled his cock from the boy's ass and stared at me.  The banquet hall
had become very quiet by then.

   "I said fetch."

   "If my Lord will forgive me..." he replied with a hard swallow, lowering
his head, but not his eyes.

   "I do not," I replied.  "You're the bastard whelp of a traitor, begging
the scraps from my table..."

   His hands balled into fists and he wasn't a small creature, being
half-Boeron on his father's side and who knows what his mother might have
been.  Perhaps a Guula'aan slave, with his hoary scales and reptilian eyes.
The man was twice my weight and full head taller, but we weren't going to
wrestle.

   "So get on your knees before I cut off your lickspittle legs, coward!"

   "No, my Lord," he breathed.  "I'll take that from no man."

   "You'll take it from me and like it," I said, standing from my chair and
drawing my sword.

   "As you can see..." he held out his arms, standing naked with his dirty
cock gone limp.  "I am unarmed, my Lord."

   "Give him your sword, Ransom."

   "William!" Helena hissed.

   "You're out of practice," my friend reminded me, standing so he could
draw the cavalry saber from its scabbard.

   "This is practice," I told him as Ransom tossed the sword along the
table with a clatter.

   Such duels were hardly common, in fact they were a genuine rarity and
fencing a lost art among the nobility.  Only a few races maintained the
tradition, the Cepheans notable among them as they'd elevated swordplay to
something like a religion.  Tristam and his species were the very best,
having hundreds of lifetimes to hone their skills, and only the
inexperience of a new host limited his abilities.  My abilities.  I'd never
held a sword in my life until today, but I'd drawn it in battle a thousand
times before.

   Orion had been lousy with a sword, but I had a better body than his.  I
was older, stronger and faster, with better reflexes...and still sorely out
of practice.  As I've said a hundred times before, knowing and doing are
two very different things.  Thankfully, Horus hadn't passed along any of
his own considerable skills to the man I now faced.  He had the proficiency
of a spectator and not a very clever one, but the sort of harlequin who
mocks what he can't understand.  Like a heckler at a magic show, convinced
he knew the secret behind every trick, he threw himself into a grotesque
parody of witless thrust and inept parry.

   He didn't understand that he was about to die.

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

   "May I ask what was the point, my Lord?" Helena asked testily, her black
boots clicking on the floor, her fingers curled into fists.

   "He offended me."

   "You insulted him," she retorted.  "He did nothing a hundred others
haven't done before."

   "His face, his voice..." I shook my head.  "His very presence diminished
our existence."

   We entered her apartments and she turned on me with her emerald eyes
flashing.

   "And who are you to decide that?"

   "Fate decided, not me." I took her crimson hair in my fist and pulled
the woman's mouth to mine.

   "Ummmph..." Helena tried to refuse my tongue, but her fists were on my
back, not my chest.

   I held her around the waist with my left arm, gripping her hip through
the skintight leather and pulling her hips against mine.  She'd been so
much taller than Orion, but not me.  The few inches meant nothing as I felt
my penis aching against her sex through our clothing.  She surrendered and
let me explore her mouth, moving her tongue against mine with a deep
throated moan of approval.  My hand went lower to find her small ass
amazingly round and firm, and I cupped her with my fingers pressing against
her sex from behind.  Helena's breasts, taut and barely formed in their
bondage, pressed against my tunic and I imagined I could feel her swollen
nipples trying to pierce the leather that covered them.

   "I want you," I breathed into her mouth, holding her jaw and caressing
her oriental face as our open mouths moved together.

   Her eyes watched mine, her hands sliding up and down my back, no longer
fists at all.  I played my fingers against her vulva, feeling every dint
and dimple.  A discernable warmth radiated from between her thighs and I
filled my nose with her cinnamon arousal, drinking Helena with my senses
until I felt drunk with desire.  I searched for a seam, laces or a zipper,
anything to give me access to her body beneath that damned leather.

   "Stop..." she breathed, kissing my ear and pinching the lobe between her
lips.

   "I can't," I replied.  "Sleep with me."

   "No..." She pushed me away, which seemed almost beyond imagining.

   I felt the emptiness where she'd been.  Helena had pushed herself
against the wall, standing crooked like an old woman and looking up at me
with hooded eyes.  Her palms rubbed her thighs with the thin squeal of
leather on leather, while she drew a deep breath and then another.

   "If you want me, there is a way..."

   "How?" I asked, wincing at her beauty.

   "I have a dowry."

   "I can't marry you."

   "No, listen...On Cepheus, a woman brings her dowry to her husband," she
explained, standing straighter as she regained her composure.

   "I know that custom."

   "But..." She smiled at me.  "A daughter may be sold for the same sum to
a man not her husband."

   "Really?" I smiled back at her.  "And how much is your dowry, Lady
Helena?"

   "I don't know," she said.  "Only my father knows that."

   "The Margrave." I licked my lips.  "He's a reasonable man.  You should
have told me this before."

   "You were old," Helena replied with a shrug.  "I didn't know how I'd
feel."

   "After I found a new host," I sighed.  She'd had doubts and I could
forgive her that.  "Alright then, after the campaign is over we'll..."

   "There's only one problem..."

   "What?"

   "I have a suitor."

   "Who?" I asked and then widened my eyes at her sad smile.  "No!  Wren?"

   "Yes," she agreed.  "My brother has asked me to marry him."

   "When was this?"

   "Just before you summoned me from Mercia." Helena bowed her head.  "I
didn't know how to tell you."

   "Because he knew I'd found a new host."

   "Yes."

   "Will the Margrave approve?"

   "I think so," she sighed.  "You know my brother.  He can be
very...persuasive."

   "I know him."

   "But my father's made no announcement," Helena stepped forward. 
"There's still time.  If we hurry to Cepheus, you can speak with him."

   "And you think he'll choose me over Wren?"

   "He'll set a high dowry," she said.  "Too high, but he won't turn you
away at the door."

   "This love is a foolish business."

   "As I've told you, my Lord."

   "I can't leave," I reminded her.  "The Duchess is still in Delphi. 
We're preparing an assault on Windham..."

   "I know." Her emerald eyes shone the way they do when she's feeling
exceptionally clever.

   "Say it."

   "If you were to summon my father to court..."

   "It would be an insult," I replied slowly.  "Wouldn't it?  Ordering the
man here so I can buy his daughter, he won't take that well."

   "Not if you require his advice," she said.  "His experience and
political insight would be invaluable during this crisis.  Would they not?"

   "Cepheus has long been a close friend of the Empire."

   "You would rely upon his wisdom, my Lord."

   "Yes.  I believe I would."

   "And if during the course of his visit, you should happen to mention
your growing attachment to me..."

   "He wouldn't take it amiss," I said with a cautious smile.  "Would he?"

   "Just wait a few days," Helena put her arms on my shoulders, scratching
her fingernails along the back of my neck.  "You mustn't make him
suspicious, or he'll see right through us."

   "The Margrave should be happy to be rid of you," I sighed, finding her
hips with my hands.  "Do you plot against me the same way?"

   "It isn't a plot, my Lord," she whispered with a small pout. 
"Merely...manipulation."

   Helena kissed me before I could point out that she hadn't answered my
question, but perhaps that was all the answer I required.

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

   I felt exhausted.  The day had been a long one, too long.  I only barely
recalled fucking precious little Mary in her precious little dress.  I
wondered what would happen to her and then wondered why I cared. 
Unfinished business.  Orion had a kind heart, being the sensitive fagboy
he'd been and still was.  I could feel him inside me along with the many,
many others.  Tristam was the strongest, but his concerns were simple and
direct - the Empire came first; I felt the certainty of that unshakable
faith.  They hadn't lied about that, but I'd changed more than any of them
had promised.  I wasn't the same, but neither was Tristam.  Every new host
changed him as well.

   "Bambi," I greeted my mother as she sat on the darkened terrace looking
at earth.

   "Faggot?" she whispered and I smiled at that.

   "What sort of mother would call her son faggot?" I asked her with a
chuckle, knowing exactly what sort of mother she'd been.

   "A bad one," she sighed, looking at her hands clasped in her lap.  "Can
he hear me?"

   "I can hear you," I said, sitting beside her.  "We're one and the same
now."

   "I'm sorry," Bambi said, biting her bottom lip and the woman was as
beautiful as I remembered.

   "Are you pregnant?"

   "I don't know," she replied, glancing at me.  "I hope so."

   "Me too." I smiled at her.  "Do you want to go home?"

   "I don't..." Her blue eyes looked confused.

   "Or you can stay," I told her.  "I'll keep you if you want, but not
against your will."

   "I don't have anything else."

   "I know the feeling," I said, taking a deep breath.

   Bambi wore her shift, white and made out of something like linen, soft
with a rough texture as if unfinished somehow.  I brought my hand to her
shoulders, turning her gently by the light of the full earth above us.  She
had fine blonde hair, but thick and curling at the ends, and it framed her
lovely face.

   "I'm going to breed you," I said, watching her eyes as they widened. 
"If you're not pregnant now, you will be soon enough."

   "Alright," she breathed.

   "No." I shook my head.  "Yes, Master."

   "Yes, Master." Bambi lowered her eyes submissively.  "I'm sorry."

   "I'm going to sell your womb to patrons of the arena.  Do you know what
I'm talking about?"

   "No, Master."

   "Gladiators," I said.  "Slaves who fight for the pleasure of their
owners.  The best ones, the males, are retired as studs to service cunts
like yours."

   "Master."

   "I collect a fee and the patron collects any offspring."

   "But...my baby..."

   "Will never be your baby," I said, slipping my fingers along her neck
and into her hair.  "And I'll ask you again, knowing what I plan to do with
you, do you wish to stay?"

   "I think..." Bambi swallowed hard and nodded.  "Yes, Master.  I want to
stay with you."

   "Kiss me then," I whispered, pulling her mouth to mine and I slipped my
tongue between her moist lips easily.

   She seemed much as I remembered, but different as well.  I suppose
having her son murdered had something to with it and I wished Bambi knew
how clearly I felt him inside me.  He wasn't really dead and I reached
beneath the hem of her shift to find my mother's cunt already wet.  At
least that hadn't changed, the woman was still a slut and I drank her gasp,
pushing my middle finger between her pussy lips to explore the hole I'd
fucked so many times before.

   "You were made for fucking," I breathed as the walls of her sex squeezed
my finger.

   She could perform tricks with her cunt.  Man!  The things I'd seen her
do at those high school keggers.  Bambi could drink a bottle of beer. 
She'd squat over it, lowering her pussy all the way down to the floor until
bottle disappeared inside her.  She could hold it inside and walk around,
or lay down and lift her legs high, showing everyone the mouth of her sex
wrapped around the bottle.  The beer would gurgle and foam through the
brown glass; we could see it draining into her cunt.

   Bambi would use her pussy muscles to make the bottle move, in and out,
fucking herself with it and not even using her hands.  At least, not until
she removed the bottle completely and it would be empty as she stood up,
leaking beer like piss down her thighs until she knelt over some kid's face
and let him guzzle beer from her twat.  Half the boys from school had
fucked her, more than half, and she'd sucked a lot of pussy too.

   "What a slut," I said with a laugh and Bambi smiled at me, all pink and
breathless.

   "Do you want to fuck me?"

   "No," I shook my head.  "Wait and see if you're pregnant.  Don't fuck
anybody until you know for sure.  Understand me?"

   "If I am..." she said softly.  "Orion's baby...I can't keep it, Master?"

   "No.  I told you that." I stared into her blue eyes until she dropped
them.  "Breeders don't keep their bastards."

   "I'm sorry."

   "Lick my fingers clean," I said, holding up my hand.  "You got me all
wet."

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

   "What happened to you?" I asked, frowning down at Srah as she knelt over
a chamber pot.

   "I don't feel very well," she said, sitting up and wiping her mouth with
a washcloth.  "I'm sorry, Master.  I didn't want you to see me..."

   "And so you're hiding in the library?" I smiled at her.  "Have you seen
a doctor?"

   "It's the egg sickness," Srah explained, standing up slowly.  "I'm
pregnant."

   "I know," I said.  "I was there.  Remember?"

   "Of course." She bowed her head.  "I loved you before.  I never said
it...I didn't want to embarrass my Master, but..."

   "It would have made Orion happy," I told her.  "You should have told
him."

   "Yes." She clutched her tummy and winced.  "Forgive me."

   "I'm going to ask you something, Srah, and I want you to think about it
carefully."

   "I will."

   "Do you wish to stay with me?" I asked.  "Or would you like to return to
the Duchess?"

   "Have I offended..." Her eyes filled with panic as I knew they would and
I held up my hand.

   "Shhhh...It's only a question," I said.  "But I need an answer."

   "I want to stay with you, Master."

   "Good." I smiled at her.  "I need someone to run my household.  Don't
disappoint me."

   "I won't!"

   "And go see a doctor."

   "But..."

   "No buts," I said, pressing my hand against her flat tummy.  "You have
to take care of our egg.  Right?"

   "Yes, Master." She smiled as I kissed her forehead and then grimaced,
lurching with another wave of nausea.

   "Esya?"

   "Master?" The pretty blue boy had been waiting in the shadows, timid and
curious and as eager to serve as he'd ever been.

   "I made a promise that I'd never sell you," I reminded him.  "Would you
hold me to it even now?"

   "M-Master..." He licked his lush, pink lips.

   "Answer me, boy."

   "Yes." He nodded quickly.  "I h-hold you to it."

   "Then I'm bound to keep you," I sighed, smiling at the hopeful, nervous
expression on his lovely face.

   "Thank you, Master." He bowed quite elegantly and I grinned at him.

   "I'm still turning you into a girl though," I said and then shrugged. 
"Mostly."

   "A girl?" Srah giggled, but she was in obvious misery.

   "Stay with her, Esya," I instructed him.  "Take her to Dr.  Yes and
don't leave her side."

   "I won't, Master."

   "Now...Where's Troy?"

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

   "I'm here, Master." Troy smiled when she saw me, sitting on a large,
smooth rock at the edge of a small pond.

   We were on her moon in the Sarabai System, or as perfect a copy as the
computers could manage using the girl's memories.  Except for the sky
projected onto the domed ceiling above us and the painted walls surrounding
a room which was round and some 150 feet in diameter, everything else was
real.  The plants had been grown especially for this, accelerated from a
catalogue courtesy of Vonald, and at no small cost, I might add.  I was
still waiting on the fauna, but cloning animals takes time, even small
ones. For the moment, the computer simulated the sounds of Troy's jungle
home.

   Seeing her posed in that garden like a golden goddess come to life, the
outrageous expense of this gift seemed trivial.

   "Are you happy?" I asked, pretending to examine an orchid preparing to
bloom.

   "I'm very happy, Master," she replied.  "Would you like to teach me how
to fuck now?"

   "No.  I want to teach you something else first," I decided, removing my
belt and letting my sword fall onto the carpet of leaves.

   I didn't have to tell her what I wanted, Troy stood up and walked
towards me with his hips undulating hypnotically beneath her white shift.
Her large breasts pulled the linen upwards, drawing the fabric taut so that
the hem barely covered her sex.  I could see all of her well-toned thighs,
the sinews beneath her golden skin moving like a fluid as she seemed to
dance along the path.  Her hand swept aside the overgrown bushes and she
dipped her head beneath a low branch with a giggle, her luxurious black
hair falling across her face until she shook it free.

   There were memories of other women I'd found equally attractive, but
this girl belonged to me.  That part of me which was Tristam may have been
somewhat jaded, and Orion had always been a fag in his heart, but for me
there could be nothing more beautiful than Troy.  I didn't feel love for
her, not like I did for Helena, this was more like...adoration.  I
worshipped her in my heart as an object to possess, a gift that I'd given
myself.  Billy had always been selfish and if it's evil to take pleasure in
that...

   "Kneel," I told her with a kiss on her forehead.  Troy stood some six
inches shorter than me, perhaps more, and I enjoyed that about her as well.

   "Master," she whispered, opening my trousers with her nimble fingers to
find my cock already grown semi-erect.

   I'd had so much sex already, though.  Fucking Mary three times and then
Esya, the stress of joining Tristam and dealing with Windham.  The
delightful infuriation of playing Helena's games.  Dueling with that
brutish son of Horus.  It had been a long day and the sex I desired was
emotional, less than physical.  I had the loveliest girl I'd ever seen on
her knees, surrounded by a verdant paradise culled from her dreams, and I
wanted to corrupt her the way I did everything in my life.

   "You really are too beautiful to fuck," I sighed.  "Take me in your
mouth...No.  Don't suck on it, just...Inside...Like that..."

   Troy's doe eyes widened as she looked up at me, uncertain of what I
wanted as I pushed her hands away from my penis.  She held me between her
lips, the head of my cock and an inch of firm shaft besides.  She put her
palms on my thighs as I slipped my fingers into her hair, holding her in
place as I told myself to relax and let it go.

   "Mmmph!" She blinked rapidly and tried to pull away as I began to piss
inside her mouth.

   "Shhh...Swallow it, Troy," I whispered.  "Drink my piss."

   The warm fluid had spilled around my dick and down her chin and neck,
soaking into her shift.  I stopped pissing and her cheeks bulged outward as
she held my bitter urine and I remembered exactly how it felt and tasted
the first time I'd made fagboy drink from my bladder.  Those strange
memories, inseparable from my own, filled me with a sympathetic
appreciation for Troy's fear and confusion, but they didn't change my mind
at all.

   "Swallow!" I commanded, narrowing my eyes as if she'd angered me somehow
and that's all the young goddess needed.

   "Umph!" She swallowed hard, wincing around that beautiful act of
submission and I felt a rush of genuine pleasure.

   "More," I breathed.  "Drink it all, Troy.  You're going to be doing this
everyday and I want you to learn to enjoy it."

   "Mmmph hmmph..." she replied with a tiny nod and I let my bladder go
again, just enough to fill her mouth.  She held it like before, but
swallowed after a moment and I rewarded her with a smile.

   "Good girl," I said.  "Here's some more...Are you ready?  Don't spill."

   "Ummph." Troy squeezed my thighs, breathing heavily through her nose and
I gave her another mouthful.

   We did it like that for well over a minute, emptying my full bladder one
swallow at a time until we'd finished.  I let her clean my cock and wash my
balls with her tongue before pulling Troy to her feet and I think I
surprised her with the urgency of my kiss.  I pushed my tongue into her
mouth roughly, holding her ass with one hand and tugging at her raven hair
with the other.  I fucked her with my tongue, filling the girl's mouth with
our saliva and she swallowed that as well.  My cock had grown stiff against
her belly and perhaps I only imagined it, but she seemed slightly swollen
down there, her tummy distended with all the piss she'd drank.

   When I let her go, she smiled at me, looking shy and sexy and nervous
for two or three seconds before falling to the ground like a marionette cut
off her strings.  Troy heaved and finally puked, spraying piss out of her
delicate throat as she shivered on her hands and knees.  She may have been
crying when she picked herself up and ran back to the pond, but I couldn't
be sure as she hid her face from me.  I left her there, hunched over the
water with her virgin sex exposed beneath her shift, and the temptation to
mount the girl was very nearly overwhelming.

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

   "This was your idea, wasn't it?"

   "Hmmm..." Marcia sighed sleepily, curled up beside me on the bed and
Helena had left me frustrated.

   Nothing could distract me from her, at least not for very long.  Why did
Tristam have to fall in love with the only virgin on this whole fucked up
ship?  Not including Troy, of course; slaves didn't count and I could fuck
her anytime I wanted.  But Helena wasn't a slave, she was the daughter of a
Cephean noble and as badly as I wanted her, as desperately as she wanted to
give herself to me...We weren't even supposed to kiss!  Fuck!  I couldn't
get her out of my head.

   "Bringing me here," I said.  "They never would have picked me otherwise.
It was your idea."

   "Yeah," Marcia agreed, kissing my chest and teasing my left nipple with
her tongue.  "He loved you...Sometimes.  We both did."

   "You tricked me.  Bringing me to faggot's harem after I said no; I can't
believe I fell for that."

   "You're only sixteen, Master," she licked my armpit and I shivered.

   "Mmmm..." I reached down to stroke Srah's smooth, bald head as she
nursed lazily on my semi-hard cock.

   She claimed that eating human sperm cured egg sickness.  Who knows? 
Maybe it did.  She seemed to be feeling better anyway, but my balls were
empty after she'd sucked me off twice.  The others had pouted and
complained, but not too much.  Srah was their Mistress, the slave in charge
of all the others, and they knew better than to argue with the girl.

   "It wasn't a trick anyway," Marcia whispered a moment later, after
giving me a dark hickey on my shoulder.  "It was a promise.  You've got
everything you want now, right?"

   "Mostly," I sighed, pulling her mouth to mine for a real kiss.

   Troy's arm tightened around my stomach and her humid breath tickled my
ribs as she slept beside me.  Bambi lay on the other side of the girl,
spooning with her tits against the girl's golden back, while Esya held
Marcia with his penis still trapped inside her cunt.  Or maybe it had come
out of the girl, I couldn't be sure and it didn't matter anyway.  All I
really knew was that lying in the middle of five warm, soft female bodies
felt really great.

   I just wished Helena would let me sleep.


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