From bobbyl0ve@aol.com Tue Jan 14 00:08:00 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Interlude on Breakness (m/f,nc,mdom,impreg,sci-fi) From: bobbyl0ve@aol.com (Bobby L0VE) Date: 14 Jan 1997 05:08:00 GMT Hello, here is where the disclaimers go. If you are a kid, a cop, or a religious fanatic, get lost. . . . . My favorite author is Jack Vance. If I explained why, you'd have to waste your time reading about how much I like his talent for describing human cultures that never were, yet evoking such sharp imagery that you see them clearly in your mind. I would also go on about his use of dark, ironic humor throughout his work, blah blah blah . . . There is a "missing" scene in one of my favorite novels by Vance. I am a bit slow sometimes, it was not until the third re-reading of the book that I realized this fact. But since, I have often found it compelling to visualize this unwritten scene. The following is a brief excerpt from the novel "The Languages of Pao" by Jack Vance. Read anything written by him that you can get your hands on, his writing is very powerful. For more information about this author check out this URL: http://www.massmedia.com/%7Emikeb/jvm/ -begin excerpt- "Then it becomes time that you began practicing procreation. No doubt you are well versed in the necessary theory?" "The students of my age talk of little else," said Beran. "If it please you, Lord Palafox, today at the terminal . . ." "So now we learn the source of your trouble, eh? Well then, what is her name?" "Gitan Netsko," Beran said huskily. "Await me here." Palafox strode from the room. Twenty minutes later he appeared in the doorway, signaled to Beran. "Come." A domed air-car waited outside the house. Within, a small forlorn figure sat huddled. -end excerpt- Jack Vance does not tell us what Lord Palafox did during that twenty minutes before he returned and summoned Beran outside. Later on in the story, it becomes clear what happened, but just HOW, exactly? Vance is such a good writer that he leaves it to your imagination. I cannot leave well enough alone, I decided to write this scene as I have often thought of it. Please, PLEASE do not think I am implying that I am able to write anything approaching the quality of Vance's work. Additionally, I do not know him, and therefore this is something I did on my own, without his knowledge or approval. Here it goes now, the vigorous circular motion, rub it . . . Lord Palafox activated his comm implant and subvocalized commands to one of his elder sons, Fodor. Fodor enjoyed the coveted post of supervising traffic at the terminal, and it was an especial mark of favor to hold this position, chosen by Palafox over his other several hundred sons for this responsibility. Palafox was the Dominie of Comparative Culture at Breakness Institute. Although his mechanical and biological implants were outwardly invisible, he was one of the most powerfully modified men on Breakness. He controlled nine sensitivities, four energies, three projections, two nullifications, three lethal emanations, in addition to other improvements. Fodor acknowleged his sire's command, and Palafox knew that within minutes the girl would be escorted from the female dormitory to his own quarters. Once there she would be prepared for his use. He prided himself upon his ability to procreate, and essential to this was the act of impregnating fertile females with his potent seed. In this as in all else, Lord Palafox excelled in efficiency. Gitan Netsko's clothing resembled a skirted tunic, it was what the other women wore, the garments identical in style yet of every imaginable color, both vivid hues and subdued pastel were in evidence. Her own clothing had been taken away, after showering she had selected from a rack of gowns like the one she was now wearing. There were Paonese women in the dormitory, and she inquired of one when she could expect her clothing to be returned to her. The single word answer in Paonese translated literally to "tomorrow", but the inflection it was given signified an indefinite wait. Her other query, about when she would be provided with undergarments, elicited only a fit of giggling. Gitan's thoughts were not of her circumstances. She had arrived on Breakness that day, part of Palafox's levy of Paonese females. She had been numb ever since the Panarch's troops had knocked down the home in which her ancestors had lived for over a thousand years, smashing the walls to their component stones and scattering them, splintering the ancient timbers. She replayed in her mind again and again, her proud father humbling himself before the scowling Neutraloid commander, pleading for justice. And her horror when the genetically altered soldier leaned down, seized her father and tore off his head. The sickening crackle of separating vertebra and the spout of gore from the ragged stump of his neck were images that preyed upon her and overwhelmed her perception of her current environment. "Gitan Netsko?" She looked up, startled. It was a man, the only one who had spoken to her since the Paonese boy Beran, had done so at the terminal just after her arrival. "Come with me, Lord Palafox awaits." She accompanied him down the corridor. For several minutes she followed silently as he led her down unfamiliar twistings and turnings, a maze of sloping ramps and mysterious doorways. They paused before one, indistinguishable from others they had passed previously. Fodor touched a panel, and the door opened soundlessly. The room they now entered was spacious, but opposite the entrance they had used was an archway, and Gitan saw that the room was but an alcove of a much vaster suite. There was but one furnishing, a chair, of unfamiliar configuration. It appeared to be constructed primarily of of padded tubing, several rectangular cushions were attached as well. Before she could inquire its purpose, Fodor picked her up bodily and placed her upon it! Inquiries, protests were ignored as he positioned her upon the device, arranging her limbs so that the tubular components supported her weight. Gitan realized that the chair dictated a most immodest and vulnerable position, her torso reclining while her buttocks rested upon a pad, her feet spread wide and her knees bent. Only the supple material of her skirt preserved her modesty as it draped between her open thighs. "You are most fortunate, Lord Palafox summoned you, specifically, of all present! Even now, he comes, you will attend him presently." "H-how am I to serve him? Seated upon the odd chair, how could she perform any duties? And to greet Lord Palafox . . . her Paonese thought processes commanded that she assume a respectful kneeling position when in the presence of nobility. Unbidden, she attempted to arise from her reclining position. The chair would not permit it. Integral to its construction were pressure sensors linked to neural transducers. As soon as Gitan's limbs had been aligned correctly, Fodor had activated a concealed switch, initializing the electronic restraint system. As Gitan shifted her weight, the transducers against the contracting muscle groups fired, emitting precisely tuned vibrations. Her muscles immediately relaxed, their commands from her brain overridden. Her efforts to stand resulted only in a spastic writhing of her body upon the chair. Her immediate reaction was panic, as she twitched helplessly. The vibrations that held her captive did not cause her pain, but were like having every nerve in her body tickled by an individual feather. Fodor turned toward her then. He noticed the trembling caused by her vain struggles and smiled. "Lie perfectly still, it is movement which activates the emitters. Everything is satisfactory. Have no fear, you will serve Lord Palafox exactly as you are." She was about to reply, when suddenly, Fodor stepped close. She did not clearly see his hand before it dipped below her vision. Then his shoulder impelled his arm forward, and Gitan shrieked as something entered her anal opening. Fodor chuckled indulgently as he withdrew his finger from her rectum, having lodged the suppository deep in her bowel. Gitan wept and sobbed in helpless rage, once again twitching as her struggles were nullified. In seconds, the waxy bullet-shape in her anal passage began to melt, the complex mixture of drugs and hormones passing readily into her bloodstream. Suddenly it was as though she had been pierced by a sharpened core of ice, transfixing her, and she shivered and gasped as she cramped internally at the ball of ice at her center. Fodor gazed down at her with mild interest. Then the ice transmuted to a bolus of flame, and her skin reddened, perspiration started from her every pore. She cried out, a low whining moan, as waves of heat throbbed in her abdomen. Fodor smiled down upon her tear stained, beseeching face, and swept through the door they had entered by. It closed behind him. Gitan was alone. The throbbing in her belly had eased, to be replaced by a minute trembling of her entire torso. Her bonds had no material components; her body had still not learned that it was restrained, and she made another effort to rise. This time, as the fields cancelled her voluntary movements, the sensation was unbearably intense, causing her limbs to attempt to contract, inducing more vibrations from the emitters. The effect cascaded until the chair itself trembled with the spasms of her body. Lights flashed behind her eyes and she lost consciousness for several seconds. When her eyes opened, she saw a tall, hawk visaged man standing before her, dressed in severely cut clothing of somber brown and black. "Welcome, my dear! I am Palafox. I am pleased you could join me this evening." Gitan was not reassured as the tall Dominie smiled. "My son Beran has expressed an interest in you." Despite her odd situation, Gitan was puzzled. "Beran? Your son . . . but he is a man of Pao." "My sons are many. I did not breed Beran myself . . . but he reflects my magnificence as does any son of my blood. He is manifesting a desire to begin procreation, as is appropriate to his age. I intend that you should be his," Palafox favored her with a curious look. "As befits my son Beran, I, as his father, shall now determine your suitability for breeding." It was beyond humiliating for Gitan. She blushed uncontrollably as Palafox activated a control that positioned her even more openly. Her back was tilted up, her hips sliding downward, her knees bending as her legs were spread wide. As the front of her thighs achieved an acute angle with her torso, the short skirt of her tunic draped backward over her stomach. The knowledge that she was fully exposed to Palafox's view caused her to flinch in the grip of the neural field once again. Disbelievingly she saw Palafox extract from his trousers his sexual member. Its size and rigidity intimidated her. Without preamble, he moved between her spread legs. His erection jutted forth at the exact height of her nakedly open vagina. It was plain to Gitan then what her use was to be. He grasped his stiff penis around the middle. Its bulbous head and inches of veined shaft protruded from his fist, and he began to rub himself methodically against her sex. She could not cover herself or resist in any way. She squirmed futily as the warm smooth penis knob was coated in the mucus that flowed from her throbbing cunt, then slid upward across her clitoris. He aligned himself then and began to apply pressure, slowly joining his body to hers. As he penetrated her, as his thick penis stretched the walls of her cunt, she wriggled and thrashed but could do nothing as he took her. Palafox exhaled with satisfaction as he felt the full length of his erect penis slide into the helpless young girl. No barrier blocked his entry; momentarily he mused why this was so. The Paonese practiced ritual religious incest, it was customary for a maternal uncle to have continent intercourse with a young woman. Gitan's shaved and tattooed vulva bespoke a young female of great piety. As he thrust powerfully into her, he knew that his own seed would be the first to find her womb. Gitan sobbed and gasped as she felt her body invaded by the Dominies large member. His thrusts were rythmic and precise, the drugs in her bloodstream made the stimulation of his huge cock fucking her unbearable. She burned with shame. A great sacrelige was taking place! Despite the chemically induced arousal, her horrified sensibilities prevented her from the final surrender, to climax while being raped by this vile man. She squeezed her eyes shut and tears ran down her cheeks. Lord Palafox sensed her discomfiture. It was of no consequence to him, but he was moved to pity. With a thought, he activated one of his implants. A rapidly fluctuating magnetic field projected from his pelvic area and began to vibrate the flexible ferrous strips inside his penis. The additional, unexpected stimulation drove Gitan over the edge; despite herself, she began to come. She felt her vagina suck hungrily upon her masters penis as it thrust and withdrew. Her mind reeled as Palafox prodded her interior relentlessly with his vibrating engine of flesh. She screamed as another orgasm gripped her, all control now lost. Palafox winced comically and grimaced. The vibratory effect was one of his favorite modifications, but it tended to make pleasant interludes like this one much too short. In this case efficiency was favored, Beran was waiting. He leaned far over Gitan. His face next to hers, he began to lick the moisture of her tears, his long slimy tongue laving her cheeks and swirling over her eyeballs. The sensation of having her face licked was disgusting. Her shudder turned into another helpless climax. Her eyes flew open as Palafox withdrew his tongue and a transcendent expression stole over his features. His breath was twin streams of warm air that seemed to depress the skin of her upper lip, as his mouth sought hers and his tongue licked the back of her throat. He bore his full weight upon her then, and she felt impaled upon his vibrating shaft as he injected his semen into her body. As always, a satisfying sense of accomplishment suffused Palafox as he emptied his seminal vesicles into a beautiful young woman. As he continued to stroke into her in a desultory way, the final drops of ejaculate oozed into Gitan. Not for Palafox the practice of some of the other Dominies, to use artificial insemination to beget them sons! He took pride in siring each of his in the traditional way. He withdrew his sexual organ from Gitan's vagina. An inaudible summons brought two female servitors within moments, followed closely by Fodor. Silently the women busied themselves, one began cleaning Gitan, gently sponging away the copious and sticky residue of their mating. The other woman saw to the cleaning of Palafox, dropping to her knees and taking him into her mouth, gently but rapidly licking him clean with her tongue, then replacing his penis in his pants and closing the opening of his fly. He reached down and stroked her hair, smiling as he regarded her obvious pregnancy. A favorite of his, she had already borne him two sons. "Escort her to to my car, I shall follow momentarily" Palafox addressed his son Fodor. The restraints were deactivated and the servitors led Gitan away under his sons supervision. He allowed himself a moment to contemplate his own greatness. By giving this woman to Beran, his adopted son would be bound to him by yet another string, a warp in the fractal patterned tapestry of fate, a pattern imprinted upon history . . . in his mind, the fractal pattern resolved into endless iterations of his own face, forever and ever, immortal. please send your flames or encouragement to bobbyl0ve@aol.com . . . and don't forget to boycott all spammers!