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Those Of A Mindstar Born
by Jeff Buser - (C) 1990

***

The future holds many surprises, none more intriguing 
than what sex will be like in the future centuries. 
(MF, FF, 1st, aliens, reluc, sci-fi)

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CHAPTER 1

Wendy sat through the show frustrated and bored. Most 
of the entertainment crystals had not been accessed in 
hundreds of years and were hopelessly dated, even by 
the less than current standards of the compound. Many 
of the crystals, which were supposed to have an 
indefinite lifespan, no longer played, and she had seen 
most of the ones that did still work several times each 
in the years since the invasion. 

Of course, until the invasion, no one had had much 
interest in crystals. Life had seemed too vital then to 
waste time on passive entertainment. Now that had 
changed, and many of her friends now favored increasing 
the trade limit so that new crystals from off-world 
could be purchased. Wendy felt her old resentment for 
the Prophylactans building again. If only their 
gleaming ship had never touched down.

But Wendy had never been much interested in politics. 
The founders of the colony had seen to it that their 
governmental system was a self-sustaining one; those 
few who did maintain a historical interest in their 
heritage sometimes debated whether less stability would 
be beneficial, but hundreds of years of peaceful, 
comfortable existence had eliminated any serious desire 
for change. 

This most recent change had been forced upon them, but 
the inertia of social conditioning seemed to make most 
people view the invasion as another act of nature and 
something that, like the cycles of day and night, must 
simply be lived with.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Wendy 
killed the show access. She punched the door monitor up 
on the screen and saw the face of Sarah Liman, someone 
she knew vaguely from the plant. She punched in sound.

"Yes?"

"Wendy, it's Sarah from BTech. Could I speak with you a 
few moments?"

Wendy wasn't really in the mood for visitors, but 
anything must surely be better than the third or fourth 
repeat of a show she hadn't really liked the first time 
she saw it.

"Okay."

She buzzed the door and Sarah entered, glancing 
casually about. Wendy saw with some interest that she 
was covered. Unusual, and a little exciting. Maybe this 
visitor would be entertaining after all. 

Wendy offered a chair and a drink. Sarah accepted both, 
and when she took the drink she showed none of the 
disappointment that Wendy would have. Since the 
invasion, flavored water and liquor were the only 
readily available beverages, and liquor brewed from the 
biocustomized terrain vegetation seemed to Wendy to 
pale next to the local fare. Sarah seemed nonetheless 
content with a tall glass of vodka.

Her curiosity aroused, Wendy sat and gazed at Sarah. 
She had long, luscious black curls which dangled to her 
shoulders. Her face wasn't what Wendy would have called 
beautiful, but it wasn't really unattractive either, 
and had a strange intensity of expression that 
compelled one to look at her. Her legs were long and, 
like nearly everyone's, were deep bronze from the sun's 
mild UV spectra and the seasonless year. 

While she had no facepaint on, she wore decorative 
bodypaint in strong colors; an abstract pattern wound 
from her knees up the fronts of her thighs. The two 
segments then disappeared under the cover, but Wendy 
could imagine that they met at her abdomen and 
continued up between her breasts, because a similar 
pattern emerged from her cleavage and ended in a point 
under her chin. From her angle Wendy couldn't tell, but 
she thought a similar pattern graced Sarah's back.

Sarah's flat, black footpads were ornately carved, and 
projections twisted up around her ankles to the knee. 
Her cover was of a style with which Wendy was 
unfamiliar; perhaps it was a black market purchase from 
one of the free traders, or perhaps Sarah had made it 
herself. It was made of some black, heavy cloth with a 
shiny appearance and fell loosely down her back to mid-
thigh. 

The front was of a similar length and was tied to the 
back panel with double-laced bindings; the panels were 
also connected by a thin strip of material over the 
left shoulder. Wendy saw Sarah several days a week at 
BTech, but she had never seen her covered. Wendy felt a 
strange curiosity building within her; the way Sarah's 
breasts gently prodded the fabric as they swayed gently 
from side to side and the way the garment folded on the 
flatness of her stomach made Wendy realize that though 
she had seen this woman a hundred times she had never 
really looked at her.

"What brings you," Wendy asked, smiling.

"You," Sarah said. "I belong to an organization which I 
feel you might be interested in joining, and I came to 
tell you a little about it. But first, I have something 
for you. May I?"

"Please."

Sarah strode over to Wendy's autochair, the cover 
floating out away from her hips with each graceful 
step. She pulled something from a concealed compartment 
on the garment and reached around Wendy's neck, 
brushing her long red hair away from her back. A long, 
thin black cord dropped over Wendy's chest; something 
warm was suspended from it and nestled between her 
breasts. Sarah lingered with her arms around Wendy; she 
seemed to be having some trouble with the catch.

Wendy felt Sarah's breath hot on her neck. Wendy 
clasped the back of Sarah's neck with her right hand, 
gently massaging the base of her skull. Sarah dropped 
her head another centimeter, bringing her hot lips into 
contact with Wendy's neck. She pursed her lips and 
sucked on the skin, then releasing, and then moving and 
reapplying the gentle suction. 

Sarah moved her lips up Wendy's neck to her ear, 
drawing the earlobe between her lips. After her tongue 
had circled the lobe several times, she ran it around 
and into Wendy's ear; as it was darting in and out of 
the canal, she stopped to nibble at the edge 
occasionally.

Sarah brought her head around to face Wendy. Her hands 
moved down to Wendy's shoulders. Wendy stared into 
Sarah's dark eyes. They were the deepest brown Wendy 
had ever seen; the line where iris met pupil was barely 
distinguishable. Sarah's lips were parted slightly and 
moist from kissing. Sarah bent her head forward and 
planted her lips softly on Wendy's. 

Wendy opened her mouth and kissed her back. On the 
first tentative probing of Sarah's tongue, Wendy 
circled it with her lips and sucked it deep into her 
mouth. She flicked it with her own tongue as she felt 
it writhe along her teeth and gums. Wendy intertwined 
her tongue with Sarah's, thrusting between her lips and 
devouring the sweet taste of her mouth.

Sarah's hands moved down Wendy's chest to her breasts, 
cupping them with her palms. Wendy moaned into Sarah's 
mouth as the visitor pinched one of Wendy's nipples 
into hardness between the second and third fingers of 
her left hand. Sarah squeezed her hand gently, 
compressing the flesh and then releasing it. 

Her right hand flattened out and stroked slowly down 
Wendy's side and along the outside of her thigh. It 
moved over to the inside of the thigh and worked up to 
Wendy's crotch. Her fingers separated Wendy's hair and 
began exploring the contours of her labia with short 
tugging motions. Her left hand circled Wendy's breast 
and then again squeezed the protruding erection there 
between her first finger and thumb.

Sarah disengaged her tongue, dragging it heavily over 
Wendy's chin and down her neck. She trailed it wetly 
into Wendy's cleavage, using her hand to press the 
breasts closer and to rub her face with them. As the 
fingers of her right hand eased Wendy's vagina open, 
her left lifted a breast so that her tongue could lick 
it's underside. 

Wendy moaned again as Sarah began sliding the entire 
length of her first and second fingers lightly from 
clitoris to anus. As Sarah's tongue completed the 
circumference of Wendy's breast it spiraled inward, 
ending with a thick swipe at the nipple still held 
between finger and thumb. She moved her hand away and, 
beginning with the merest portion of the tip of Wendy's 
reddened firmness, gradually sucked as much of the 
large breast into her mouth as was possible.

Wendy, now almost constantly issuing a low growl from 
the back of her throat, fumbled at the side of the 
autochair for the controls. Finding the panel, she 
tapped a key and the memplast began to metamorphosis. 
As the autochair silently changed, she reached for 
Sarah's body. The fabric of her cover was thick, and as 
Wendy brushed the swaying breasts beneath it she 
noticed for the first time that Sarah's nipples were as 
hard as her own. 

She pressed the garment to Sarah's body with her hands, 
rubbing it between them and the flesh beneath. Sarah's 
breasts seemed quite firm and were as large as her own, 
or larger; it was difficult to tell through the cover. 

As the autochair carefully lowered them to a reclined 
position, Sarah brought her knees onto it and kneeled 
perpendicular to Wendy's prone form. Her mouth still 
connected to Wendy's right breast by gentle suction, 
she then opened her host's vagina fully with her first 
and third fingers and slowly slid her second finger in 
to the knuckle. Wendy released a short cry and started 
to groan even louder.

The autochair was now fully transformed into a wide, 
soft mat. Wendy lay with her legs spread wide and her 
knees propped up, hips rhythmically rising and falling 
from the surface and Sarah's hand thrusting and 
gyrating between her thighs. As Sarah's mouth engulfed 
her breast, Wendy brought her right hand again to 
Sarah's breasts, bobbing under the cover with her 
motions. As she stroked them, she began to inch the 
material up over Sarah's ribs. Her movements somewhat 
jerky due to the pulsing of her lower body, she finally 
exposed thin crescents of skin at the bottom of Sarah's 
breasts. Just as they were about to fall free, Sarah 
got up on her knees, causing the cover to fall back 
down to her thighs. As it fell, Wendy got a quick 
glimpse of Sarah's crotch, the curly black hair closely 
trimmed and styled into a perfect diamond shape. 
Wendy's suspicions about the bodypaint were confirmed 
as well; the pattern trailed up Sarah's stomach and 
between her breasts. 

The motions of Sarah's hand stopped, though she did not 
withdraw her finger. Wendy continued to hump against 
Sarah's hand as Sarah opened her mouth to speak.

"Eat my cunt," she said, her voice deeper, husky and 
forceful.

Sarah drew her left knee over Wendy's head and lowered 
her crotch onto the waiting mouth. She slid her left 
hand down to Wendy's groin and plied her labia further 
apart with the fingers of that hand. She then slipped 
her third finger into Wendy's pussy alongside the 
second and began shifting them both slowly in and out. 
Wendy's increasing gasps were stifled by Sarah's cunt, 
now riding back and forth over Wendy's outstretched 
tongue. Wendy brought her hands over and on top of 
Sarah's buttocks, pulling her closer. As Sarah rocked 
forward on her knees, Wendy thrust her tongue as far 
into Sarah's dripping snatch as it would go , then 
withdrew it a little and flicked it back and forth as 
rapidly as she could when Sarah's return motion brought 
her clit into reach. The sweet secretions covered her 
mouth, nose, and chin, and were running down her cheeks 
onto the autochair. Sarah added her first finger to the 
others already inserted into Wendy's wet hole and 
increased the speed of her strokes. Wendy's pelvis now 
bucked wildly to meet Sarah's thrusts as Sarah began 
spreading and pressing together Wendy's pussy lips with 
the fingers of her left hand in time with the motions 
of her right. Simultaneously she started rubbing 
Wendy's clit between her left and right thumbs.

Sarah had started moaning as well, her throaty voice 
mumbling an almost incoherent stream of pleas, "Oh yes, 
come on Wendy, oh please, come on, oh lick it faster, 
please, please, faster, oh eat it eat it eat it!"

Wendy realized that Sarah was nearly coming, feeling a 
gradual buildup of quick spasms in Sarah's thighs that 
were not at all in time with the now quicker back-and-
forth motion of her groin. Wendy opened her mouth 
further and flattened her tongue against Sarah's clit, 
following it forward and backward with a slow, hard, 
swirling motion. Sarah's rhythm disintegrated 
completely; she was jerking wildly to and fro, her 
thighs closing and clenching Wendy's head so hard that 
Wendy thought it would burst. Wendy kneaded Sarah's 
buttocks roughly, and furiously twisted her head and 
mouth in what little free space she had. Sarah's 
violent reaction threw Wendy over the brink as well and 
she felt herself try to engulf Sarah's whole arm with 
her cunt, flinging her crotch madly at Sarah's hands. 
Sarah fell forward onto Wendy's stomach and they 
thrashed wildly, rolling from side to side, bucking and 
humping until they lay half on and half off the 
autochair.

Gradually their flailing quieted to a slow twitching 
and eventually they lay quivering on the floor, stomach 
to stomach, Sarah's crotch snuggled against the 
underside of Wendy's chin and her head resting on a 
pillow of damp thighs.

When Wendy regained consciousness, Sarah was not in the 
room. Her cover was thrown casually on the chair she 
had originally been sitting in. Wendy hit a button and 
the autochair began to reform into it's original shape. 
She got up and went to the kitchen where she heard 
activity. Sarah was there, fixing a small pot of water.

"I hope you don't mind; I thought you might like some," 
Sarah said.

"Mmm," replied Wendy wistfully. She embraced Sarah from 
behind. "Is your organization's usual method to seduce 
potential recruits?"

Sarah arched her back and tilted her head to rub cheeks 
with Wendy. "No," she smiled, "but you're not a usual 
recruit."

Wendy stiffened fractionally, still smiling. "So this 
was part of your plan?"

"As some Mother said once, 'I cannot tell a lie'. Yes 
it was."

Wendy was floored. Looking at Sarah, Wendy knew that 
she was the type that never lied and never apologized. 
"You mean...You mean you really... I don't believe it! 
Oh, you...you man! Just get out..."

"Now wait, I had no idea tha..."

"No idea? Get out! Take your cover and leave! Now!"

Sarah had set the pot down and was moving toward the 
door. As she picked up her cover, she spoke. "Look, it 
wasn't like you think. We decided..."

"What was it like then? And how do you know what I 
think? Look, I don't care! I don't want an explanation 
and I sure don't want a sales pitch right now. I'm 
sorry, I kind of lost my head for a minute there, but 
this really does piss me off and I really do want you 
to leave."

Wendy reached for the access pad by the door. "So 
just..."

"It's about the Prophylactans."

Wendy stopped. No one talked much about the invaders, 
and Wendy didn't know of any organizations that would 
care to make them a topic. She was intrigued, but not 
deterred. "Fine. Goodbye." She opened the door.

"May I call you?"

"Later. Goodbye."

As Sarah left, Wendy watched her walk away. Now really 
seeing it uncovered for the first time, Wendy closely 
observed the contours of her receding body. The 
bodypaint was applied to her back as well; it was a 
good job and Wendy wished she knew where Sarah got it 
done. She didn't really believe that the lovemaking had 
been completely passionless; quite the reverse, in 
fact. But the mere fact that Sarah had contemplated the 
act beforehand bothered Wendy. When Sarah was gone, 
Wendy went back into the room. Then she remembered the 
strange object dangling between her breasts. She hadn't 
yet had a chance to look at it, and would probably have 
returned it if she had remembered it. She removed the 
necklace and held it in her palm. 

Attached to a chain which looked very delicate but 
which, from the weight and color Wendy guessed was 
probably made from strong monofilament braid, was a 
small crystal sphere no larger than the nail of her 
fourth finger. Inside the crystal was a white 
substance. Wendy gasped. She held the crystal to the 
light, her fingers trembling. The substance was a thick 
fluid, rolling around the interior of the crystal. 

It looked like...Wendy pressed the small prize to her 
breast; yes, it did give off its own warmth! Surely it 
must be the precious discharge from the native life, 
which had been so common before the invasion. Where had 
Sarah gotten it? And Wendy had thrown her out. If only 
she had looked at the gift before...But no matter. 
Sarah would call again. Wendy curled up like a child on 
the autochair, the necklace embraced tightly in the pit 
of her stomach.

CHAPTER 2

Wendy called the plant in the morning, telling them she 
would not be in. She buzzed Sarah, but cut the 
connection when Sarah's autoanswer message came on. She 
used the hygiene closet and emerged slightly fragrant, 
feeling more awake and even more eager to tackle the 
mystery ahead. She switched on the viewer and examined 
her body. She saw a woman, rather attractive by her own 
standards, standing before her. Curly red hair halfway 
down her back, wide, expressive green eyes, big 
breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, muscular legs, a nice 
package. 

Her bodypaint depicted white and yellow flames dancing 
about her ankles and feet, rising to yellow and orange 
at her waist and fading to a red which matched the 
color of her hair where it played around and between 
her breasts. Her back was done similarly, and the whole 
was executed in a new holocrystal paint which gave a 
realistic impression of actual fire consuming her body. 
She had been really impressed with the effect when it 
was introduced, but now it was getting a little tedious 
to see it on everyone she passed on the street.

Her facepaint was done in a similar motif, but was more 
subdued, a mere hint of flame around the corners of her 
mouth and eyes. Fortunately, her red hair and natural 
radiant sexuality made her one of the few women who 
could carry the flame paint well, and therefore few 
others had it. But she had seen enough 3D dancing lines 
and churning waters and rising smoke and sparkling 
stars and whirling galaxies to make her think it was 
time for a change. And thinking about it, she began to 
look under the paint at the woman herself.

For the first time she began to notice the effects of 
'jac juice deprivation. Around the corners of her mouth 
and eyes, tiny wrinkles were forming. And some, no, 
quite a few of her fiery red hairs were now a lighter 
color, a kind of gray. Scanning downward she began 
noticing other little imperfections which had happened 
so gradually that she had never seen them. 

Her breasts which, though large, had once projected 
firmly outward, now hung down against her body; her 
once flat stomach had expanded slightly, creating a 
sloping mound between her crotch and chest, and her 
legs, still muscular, nonetheless looked thicker, 
heavier. She knew from the shows that on other worlds 
these traits were characteristic of aging; women of her 
age were often portrayed in those shows as either 
grossly fat or painfully thin, wrinkled, sunken-faced, 
and gray, but here these symptoms only occurred in the 
truly ancient or mortally ill.

She remembered that years before the invasion she had 
met a free trader in person; how old had she been then? 
Thirty-five? Thirty-six? The trader captain had been 
only a few years her senior, but at the time Wendy had 
thought she was the victim of some strange malady. The 
captain had been strong and quite sturdy looking, and 
yet her short cropped hair had been silver and her face 
lined and twisted; the sight of the trader's twisted 
face when it contorted with laughter had sent shivers 
up Wendy's spine. If it was the fate of everyone who 
lived without 'jac juice to live two-thirds of their 
lives like that, then something had to be done.

She fixed a quick breakfast and sat down at the 
console. She queried the net about the ejaculoids and 
confirmed most of what she already knew. All life on 
the planet seemed to consist of various large and small 
organisms which reproduced by emitting a discharge of 
countless single-celled proto-beings. Out of these 
vast, photosynthetic colonies of single-cell life, one 
or more cells would eventually develop into a replica 
of the originator. 

How the colony chose one cell to develop while the rest 
supported its infancy, or why the discharge of all life 
forms on the planet seemed genetically identical, or 
any of an endless number of questions remained 
unanswered. The compound was adequately equipped for 
exobiological research but long ago it had been decided 
that use of live ejaculoids for experiments was 
immoral, and the creamy discharge had yet to reveal its 
secrets to human science. 

Many varieties of ejaculoid possessed very high 
intelligence; though they had no way of duplicating 
human communication, many people believed them to be 
fully sentient beings. Even the discharge radiated an 
essence of life; the psi people said it had a 
rudimentary telepathic empathy which disappeared in the 
mature organism. Wendy clenched the crystal tight in 
her palm. The warmness she felt was not entirely the 
heat of the cream's biological function but also an 
impression of something vaguely like emotion.

Wendy punched up all information on the Prophylactans. 
Not much was known about them. They had landed fourteen 
years ago, origin unknown. They looked like large, 
semitransparent bags made of some highly resilient 
membrane in widely varied sizes. They could fly or 
crawl with surprising agility. They seemed to posses no 
technological artifacts other than their odd, shiny 
starship. Some had speculated that they had not built 
the craft; that they had hijacked it, or were merely 
escaped specimens. 

Their only direct interference with human life was to 
bar entry to the alien ship, but the indirect 
consequences of their other actions were bad enough. 
They had emerged from the ship by the thousands only 
hours after landing. They had quickly enfolded every 
ejaculoid in sight, absorbing the discharge; within two 
days they were multiplying by budding new copies of 
themselves from their outside surfaces.

In captivity, they disintegrated into a pool of simple 
organic slime. No effective weapon other than brute 
force had proved effective against them and their close 
proximity to the ejaculoids and their overwhelming 
numbers made extermination impossible. Once a team had 
used heat wands to burn their way through the guards 
into the ship without damaging it, but nothing useful 
had been found. The Prophylactans had merely swarmed 
into the ship, burying the explorers, and had their 
power packs been exhausted before burning through the 
layers of living entombment the brave souls would 
likely have been lost.

So, the humans had turned back to their daily work, and 
found new entertainment in the systems which the 
original colonists and their descendants had long had 
little use for. How could everyone pretend that nothing 
was wrong, that life inside the compounds was enough? 

Wendy remembered when she had been nearing the end of 
primary training. She had been relieved that 
performance evaluations were over, and decided to go 
out into the natural sectors for a while. She was 
nearly an adult, and her mother had been eager to let 
her experience the natural beauty of the world away 
from human engineering and technology. She and two 
friends had taken a minimal amount of survival gear and 
had walked straight away from the compound in a 
randomly chosen direction.

She was alone. Nyri and Gwen had gone off to look for 
flyjacs and she had stayed to ready the gear for the 
next day's walking. She had gotten done before they had 
returned; now having a highly practiced and efficient 
routine for making and breaking camp. She had walked in 
the opposite direction, down into a small hollow where 
two hills joined. She came into a clearing and saw a 
'jac like she had never seen before. It was round and 
wide with a broad, concave back perhaps four or five 
meters across. Its skin was light ivory with a purple-
red tint. All around its circumference were the 
beautiful heads which were the trademark of most of the 
larger, mobile 'jacs. The heads (she thought there were 
eight) rose up on long, slender necks and bent inward 
over the back; from them poured a constant stream of 
discharge. 

She slid down a steep embankment and walked toward the 
creature. She extended a hand and rubbed along the 
outside of the creature's body. Its flesh was warm and, 
like most, was very smooth and firm. There were no 
individual muscles that Wendy could see; instead, any 
part of the body seemed able to become rigid or springy 
at will. She stripped out our her briargaurds and 
pressed her own body against one of the necks towering 
above her. 

She stretched her hands up over her head as high as 
they would go, caressing the thick, slowly swaying 
neck. The head still bent over the creature's back, 
pouring cream onto itself in a heavy, pulsing stream. 
Wendy reached down to where some of the 'jac juice was 
dripping over the edge onto the ground. She dabbed her 
fingers in it and brought them to her mouth, trailing 
sticky tendrils of juice from the creature which then 
snapped and hung dripping from her hand. She tasted the 
juice; somehow it was even sweeter and more satisfying 
that that of the more domesticated 'jacs at home. 

Not much cream dripped over the creature's sides, 
however; it must have been recycling the juice it 
sprayed. Suddenly Wendy clambered up onto the back of 
the creature. She slipped on its damp side and fell 
headfirst into the center cavity, cream washing over 
her in thick, stringy waves. Her chest made contact 
with a long slit in the creature's body, and the 
suction of rushing cream into that opening tugged at 
her breasts. 

An abrupt awareness of sexuality burst into her mind, 
and then several of the 'jac's heads plunged beneath 
the surface to pull her up. Amidst the tangle of 
twisting necks, Wendy's head broke surface. She shook 
her head, huge gobs of sticky cream flying from her 
long hair. She wiped her face with her hands, licking 
residue from her lips and fingers. All of the heads 
were now bent down, nuzzling her from all angles. Her 
ass was wedged into the creature's back opening but the 
flow of cream had stopped. 

One of the heads was lying in her lap, about the size 
of a human head, rounded and with a single oblong 
opening nearly a foot long and several inches wide from 
which cream had just been pouring. Wendy embraced the 
neck with her arms where it met the head, and pulled 
the head up to her face. She began kissing it, dipping 
her tongue and lower lip into the opening to drink the 
residual juice there.

"It's OK. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you or hurt 
you. I just wanted to play."

As if in response Wendy felt the suction of the back 
opening start up, pulling jism through her legs and 
over her crotch in a constant flow. The heads around 
her began sliding against her and the one in her arms 
erupted into a glorious fountain of juice, coating her 
face in a strong stream of white fluid. Wendy opened 
her mouth, drinking deeply of the sweet, thick 
discharge, but there was far too much to consume and 
most of it splashed out, flowing down over her chin and 
chest in torrents of hanging drops. 

She twisted her head, showering in the downpour as she 
felt a strange tingling in her crotch begin to build. 
It seemed as if there was a buzzer in her chest, deep 
beneath her breasts, connected to another buzzer in her 
cunt by glowing electrical wires. The wires began 
extending to her arms and legs as the heads of the 'jac 
performed their synchronized dance around her, sending 
waves of living jism up and down her body. She began 
opening and closing her legs to vary the flow over her 
crotch, and periodically a head would splash beneath 
the surface to double the pressure on her awakening 
organs with its output.

The wires were now burning bright along every nerve of 
her body. Her toes and fingers first stretched to their 
limits and then clenched into balls with the 
stimulation. As the glow seeped into the base of her 
skull and spread out into her brain she believed she 
was one with the alien. It was no longer a creature to 
her; she knew without doubt that it was a soul, like 
her, alone in a prison of flesh which they could now, 
only briefly, transcend.

And then the light exploded from her, illuminating the 
living stuff which penetrated her every opening. She 
cried out, a long, high cry of sheer exhilaration which 
rose above the hills into space and time. The light 
slowly, slowly, slowly faded to black.

When she had awoken, the heads of the 'jac had been 
back to their original positions, pouring a steady flow 
of juice over her body. She lay in the cavity, her head 
hanging over the edge and her hair still dripping 
remnants of jism from earlier. It was dark and the 
stars were out, clearer than she had ever seen them 
from the compound. She mustered her strength and 
dropped from her lover's back. She carried her 
briarguards back to camp and wiped off there, taking 
care not to wake her friends who had returned and were 
already soundly sleeping. 

They might have just thought she had been bathing, but 
somehow they always knew what each other had been up 
to. She wouldn't have been too embarrassed, except that 
her experience with the 'jac had been the first orgasm 
of her life. Some girls bragged about their exploits 
with 'jacs, and while most people publicly expressed 
with mild humor that it was sick, Wendy knew that 
everybody fantasized about making love to them. 

Just how many really did it she didn't know, but normal 
human relationships were much more fashionable and much 
less prone to humiliation upon exposure. But after her 
experience in the hollow, Wendy wondered how making 
love with another woman would ever be able to compare 
with the feeling she had shared with the 'jac.

Wendy snapped off the console and rested her head on 
her arms. This was getting her nowhere. As a control 
systems tech, she better than anyone should be able to 
get useful results out of a machine, but her heart and 
mind just weren't in it. What had some Mother said? 
'The more things change, the more they stay the same'? 
Wasn't everyone's blind acceptance of recent events 
just like the attitude they had displayed since the 
colony's birth? 

When the seed ship had landed, and the suspended 
chromosomes had been nursed by the autodocs into 
adolescent colonists over the years, how had that new 
breed reacted to the discovery that all the children 
were sterile? They had lived out their lives almost to 
extinction before Mother Krystal had proposed 
perpetuation through cloning. 

The autodocs had all the necessary equipment, and soon 
a new generation of female children was alive. The 
decision not to clone the males was based on many 
factors; the one recorded for posterity was that to 
make a male clone, male and female chromosomes are both 
needed but female clones only require female cells. The 
fact that the males had already shown more major signs 
of genetic damage and the possibility of worse defects 
was also mentioned.

The most basic reason, however, was that in the fifty 
odd years after the seed ship had landed and the hoped 
for the future was lost, men had fucked up the planet 
almost irreparably. Clique warfare, destructive 
hedonism and complete disregard for the native ecology 
had reduced the colony to a state of near barbarism. 
But in the four hundred and fifty nine years since a 
dying woman's brilliant vision, there had been no 
warfare, no ecological abuse, no cultural excess of the 
sort which had destroyed countless empires before. 

There had been times of stress, of course, times at 
which the future had seemed bleak; there had also been 
women of action and women of insight, but the 
overwhelming majority of the planet's human history had 
been a tale of survival by indifference.

When the MetaC drive had been invented, allowing 
journeys that had taken tens or hundreds of years to be 
made in weeks, merchant ships had begun arriving every 
few days. What had the government done? They had 
imposed trade limits to keep the planet's economy the 
same as it had been during the time that a single 
ship's arrival made the history crystals. When the Free 
Planets had rebelled against the oppressive Earth 
Empire, the government had actually seemed a little 
reluctant to let the Imperial offices close as the end 
of rebellion finally arrived.

And now their indifference was not only costing the 
planet's inhabitants their happiness, but might also be 
harming the planet's ecology. Nobody knew how much 
damage the Prophylactans were causing because nobody 
really fully understood the workings of the native 
ecosystem. The 'jacs were mostly dormant now, enveloped 
by the parasites. They seemed to have almost no 
discharge, and at least this had reduced the 
reproductive rate of the Prophylactans to a near halt. 

The accepted theory was that the discharge was not just 
the reproductive matter of the ejaculoids, but was also 
their food. Since the jism was no longer free to enter 
the environment and photosynthesize before being 
reabsorbed, the 'jacs were probably being slowly 
starved to death. The humans would still be fine after 
the planet's own life came to a grinding halt, within 
the enclosed ecosphere of the compounds, but it was a 
tragic, stupid, fatal thing to simply let happen. 
Wendy, her head still heavy on her arms, began to cry.

CHAPTER 3

The console buzzed. Wendy answered; it was Sarah.

"I hope you're not still angry."

"It doesn't matter."

"I think I really made a mistake by telling you that I 
had planned what happened. I mean, the thought had come 
up, but when I was there what I did was completely 
spontaneous. It wouldn't have been any more misleading 
to say that I hadn't planned it, actually, so if..."

"Look, I really don't care," Wendy lied. "Just tell me 
about the organization."

"It doesn't have a name. We plan and implement 
strategies to assist the 'jacs in their current 
struggle for survival. We're meeting tonight at 1900. 
Here's the address."

Sarah flashed the address across and Wendy hit the save 
bar.

"OK. I'll be there. But please, just don't try to come 
across all chummy to me in front of your friends or I 
won't be sticking around."

"Whatever you want."

Wendy started to say something and stopped. "All 
right," she said, "thanks."

She broke the connection and brought the address back 
up on the screen. It was in another residential section 
of the compound, near the seed ship monument. She 
noticed that she had saved the whole screen and not 
just the address, so she separated the text and filed 
it. Then, before clearing the screen she ran a hardcopy 
of the remaining image. She tore off the output, 
wondering as she did so why she had. Sarah's smiling 
face stared from the paper. She pulled off the edges 
and put the paper with her other pictures.

At 1830 Wendy threw her document pack and other stuff 
in a shoulder bag and left her rooms. She had decided 
to walk rather than take the transit, something she had 
once done more often than not, but recently had 
stopped. The evening air was warm but she felt slightly 
chilled, not necessarily cold, but unprotected. The 
morning's enthusiasm had worn off and had been replaced 
by a growing, malignant melancholy. Maybe tonight there 
would be others with the same feelings, others with 
ideas.

As she approached the central compound, Wendy began 
feeling a little more secure. Soon she was within the 
oldest, sealed part of the complex, walking through 
tunnels bright with artificial light. The glow of the 
residential dome to which she was going shone on Wendy 
through the skylights above as she approached. Many 
transits whistled by, but she saw few pedestrians. She 
had expected the meeting to take place in a public 
conference room or activity center, but when she 
reached the level specified in the address all she saw 
were living quarters. This was one of the oldest domes 
in the compound, and seemed in relation to her new 
place in the outskirts very spartan and dull. She 
pressed the announcer, noticing it was an quaint old 
style mechanical contact switch, and was buzzed in.

The room was abuzz with conversation. The host (at 
least Wendy assumed she was the host) introduced 
herself as Carli Silver and offered Wendy a drink; 

Wendy took an unflavored water. Carli was a 
particularly attractive woman; her face had bold 
features which she chose not to accentuate with any 
cosmetic aid; in fact, she wore no face or bodypaint at 
all. She had deep set blue eyes, pale as ice with long 
black lashes, nose straight and thin as a laser, full 
red lips with just a trace of pouting, down turned 
corners, and a chin and jaw line so gracefully curved 
that Wendy thought they must surely have been computer 
generated. Her thick blonde hair was cropped close to 
the skull in a spacer cut, something not ordinarily 
considered too fashionable; on Carli it was the coup de 
grace that marked her as one of the compound's truly 
beautiful residents.

There were some brief introductions but the walk had 
taken longer than Wendy had anticipated and the meeting 
started only a few minutes after she arrived. There 
were about a dozen people in the room, only a few of 
whom Wendy recognized. Sarah was there, and beside her 
was Vera Ellefson, another co-worker from BTech. Vera 
was from Control Systems, Wendy's own department; she 
and Wendy knew a lot of the same people professionally 
and socially. 

The only other person whose face was known to Wendy was 
Maria Dio, a local representative of the information 
service. Maria was also a highly attractive woman, but 
her appearance was that of Everywoman; she was the true 
generic standard by which all who were really 
interested in keeping up with the latest fashion would 
be judged. Her long, brown hair was curled in just the 
right places, pulled at just the right angles. 

Her face had an uncanny symmetry; perfectly spaced eyes 
balanced a perfectly formed mouth and her perfect nose 
turned up at just the right angle. She used just the 
right amounts and shades of subtle, natural facepaint 
and bodypaint which a casual observer might not even 
have noticed she was wearing to direct one's attention 
to the right spots, and was so poised and graceful that 
there seemed to be no wrong spots. Wendy thought she 
looked amazingly close to her on-screen appearance. 

When the meeting began, Carli began by welcoming 
everyone and presenting Wendy officially to the group 
and then turned the meeting over to Sarah. She came to 
the first order of business immediately.

"As always, our first priority is to locate others who 
may be interested in our goals. If anyone has thought 
of an acquaintance who has ever expressed as much as a 
little discontentment over the present state of 
affairs, please mark it in the register."

Wendy noticed that everyone had produced a datapad. 
Carli, was apparently taking minutes, as her fingers 
were flying over her pad keyboard-style. Wendy wondered 
why they didn't just use one pad and set it for A/V 
record. They talked about some prospects, and about 
recent experiences and observations that were relevant 
to the discussion. Finally, Sarah dropped her 
bombshell; she and Kate Jons, the exobiologist, had 
procured a specimen of an affected ejaculoid and had 
smuggled it into the central compound. They were going 
to try to save it. She asked Wendy to assist. Wendy 
felt a little uncomfortable, being new and yet chosen 
out of all these other members, but everyone looked as 
if they had expected her to be asked, so she consented.

Kate was a pretty girl with an intelligent face; it was 
always difficult to tell, but Wendy knew she couldn't 
possibly be more than thirty years old. She was very 
thin, with small breasts and narrow hips; the bright 
red sash she wore at her waist offset this somewhat, 
but Wendy thought that it was probably worn because 
Kate liked the nonconformist image it lent her and not 
because it made her look fuller. 

Kate explained some of her theories, obviously 
uncomfortable in front of the group. She keyed on what 
was known about the ejaculoid life cycle and how the 
Prophylactans, by absorbing the discharge of the 'jacs 
were interrupting not only the reproductive cycle but 
probably the food chain as well. Soon following this, 
the meeting broke up, and after some perfunctory 'good 
nights' four of them were alone in the main room.

Wendy followed Carli, Sarah and Kate to the 
'examination room', really just a spare bedroom with 
some space cleared and a few pieces of equipment. There 
in an electronic cage sat a 'jac, covered by a 
Prophylactan. The 'jac lay motionless, about half the 
size of a human. Its neck was long and about the 
thickness of a human wrist, ending in a rounded head. 

The body was an almost perfect sphere and at the front 
where the neck connected to the body were two swollen 
convex projections like breasts. The prophylactan 
covered very nearly the whole body; it constricted at 
the neck to fit the 'jac like a glove. The only opening 
was a slight gap where the Prophylacatan's perimeter 
had drawn up after covering the 'jac.

Kate seemed now to be in her element. She switched off 
the cage barrier and directed the others in the removal 
procedure with a speed and grace which amazed Wendy; 
she was able to communicate her instructions with such 
clarity and efficiency that within twenty minutes the 
Prophylactan was struggling madly in their hands. It 
was fortunate that the 'jac had not been discharging at 
all recently; only the crisp dryness of the 
Prophylactan's skin allowed the four of them to hold 
onto it at all. Kate stomped a switch to open another 
small cage and they threw the creature in, fluttering 
and thrashing. Kate touched a pad on the control panel 
and the invisible barrier snapped on, signaling it's 
activation with a warning buzz. 

They turned immediately to the 'jac. It lay still, 
motionless on the table. Kate administered a 
moisturizer to its cracked, dry skin. She examined it, 
but could not get it to respond. She looked to Wendy, 
questioning. "The sacs seem to be full, but there's no 
discharge at all. It must be a defensive reaction to 
the Prophylactans; trying to starve the invaders 
without starving themselves. It looks like it's not 
working..."

Wendy moistened her hands in a basin of water and 
carefully stroked the skin, feeling the damage done by 
the invader; the flesh was soft and limp. She pressed 
her face against its body, nuzzling her nose between 
the sacs and licking tenderly. The head moved a little, 
straining to reach her loving face.

Wendy took the ejaculoid's whole head into her mouth. 
It was all she could do to get it in to the rim, but 
when her lips slipped over that edge and brushed the 
'jac's neck, she felt it quiver and begin to stiffen. 
She splashed her hands in the water again and ran her 
hands up and down its neck; it responded by growing 
firmer as she touched it. She gently stroked down to 
the base of its neck, massaging its body and holding 
the two rounded organs lightly cupped in her hands. 

When she softly squeezed them in her palms, the 'jac 
went fully hard; she felt a surge of movement beneath 
it's skin which rippled up through the neck, pulsed 
through the head, and erupted down her throat as the 
thickest, hardest, longest wad of discharge she had 
ever felt from a 'jac this size. She swallowed madly, 
but it was no use. The juice sprayed from the tiny gaps 
between her lips and the 'jac's head at high pressure, 
spattering large droplets on the 'jac's body and on the 
watching group members. 

As the wave subsided, Wendy allowed the 'jac's head to 
slip from her drenched lips. The juice was thicker than 
she had ever seen it, almost like putty; a strand from 
the wad still running down her throat extended out of 
her open mouth to the 'jac's discharge orifice, 
tenaciously hanging in midair, silvery droplets running 
along it's length to the center point. She pulled the 
strand to one side with her tongue, shaking it; some of 
the running droplets dislodged and began rappelling 
from the thickest line of jism to the floor on little 
streaming trails of their own. 

Wendy closed her lips and pulled her head back and the 
line finally broke. One end of the strand now was 
hanging from the 'jac's head; the other swung backwards 
and contacted Wendy's breast, sticking and forming a 
shiny little buttress from her nipple to her chin. 
Carli looked hungrily at the residue on Wendy's body.

"May I?" she asked.

"Sure."

Carli moved over to Wendy and began licking the jism 
from her face. Her tongue circled the perimeter of 
Wendy's mouth and then dipped between her lips, 
scooping the sticky fluid from between her teeth and 
gums. She moved her mouth down over Wendy's chin, 
lapping up the remaining gobs dangling there and then 
followed the slimy trail down to Wendy's breasts. She 
cleaned all around the area and finally sucked the last 
traces from Wendy's hardened nipple. This last was a 
little more difficult due to the corrugated contours of 
that surface and Carli lingered there, tasting the last 
few minute portions of juice flowing into her mouth.

"Thanks. I needed that," Carli smiled.

"My pleasure," Wendy grinned back. With some relish, 
Wendy noticed that Sarah was conspicuously ignoring the 
whole exchange. A little guilt, perhaps? Or, more 
likely now that she thought about it, Wendy figured 
that Sarah really was totally absorbed in assisting 
Kate with the 'jac. A born leader. She and Carli set 
about cleaning up, though Sarah and Kate did most of 
the real work. When everything was secure, they went 
back to the main room.

"So now," Sarah began, "we obviously can't let this guy 
back outside; it'd just be attacked again as soon as it 
got outside the seals."

"I say we wait until the next meeting and put it before 
the group," Carli stated.

Kate disagreed. "No, they'd probably want the 
Prophylactan destroyed, and I want to examine it 
further."

"Why bother examining it?," Wendy asked. "They've 
captured specimens before without results."

"If they had tried everything, they might have had 
results. There has to be something they missed," Kate 
answered, "or something they never thought of."

"Alright," Sarah decided, "you keep the Prophylactan 
and we'll decide next time about the 'jac. Do you have 
facilities?"

"Already set up."

"Good. Carli, can the 'jac stay here?"

"It seemed to respond better to Wendy; don't you think 
she should take care of it?"

"Too dangerous. It's too big to move inconspicuously, 
and if anybody found out we had native life inside the 
seals we'd be history."

"Then maybe Wendy should stay here," Carli said, 
turning to face Wendy, "if that's OK with you."

"That might be a good idea, especially if it's ok to 
have the next meeting here as well," Sarah added.

"Well," Wendy began "I don't..."

"You'll be closer to work, and it won't be long from 
where it had been resting, propped up on her elbow. She 
was smiling.

CHAPTER 4

Wendy and Carli sat in the main room, talking about the 
evening's events.

"What you did was really beautiful. I thought the poor 
thing was dead for sure. I've never seen anything like 
it."

"I just knew what it needed."

"Amazing."

"Why do you say that? It doesn't seem that 
extraordinary to me."

"Because even if I had thought to do what you did, 
which I wouldn't have, it probably wouldn't have 
worked. They say that's what makes you special."

"They? Who's They? Where exactly," Wendy cocked her 
head suspiciously, "did you get this information?"

"Well, at a meeting we were talking about people with 
special relationships with 'jacs, and Vera mentioned 
something she had seen someone do at a party once. 
Everybody must have been green with envy; I know I was! 
She said you made love to a two-headed ropejac and 
brought its heads to discharge simultaneously with your 
cunt and mouth."

"Yeah, I do remember that. So?"

"Well, ropejacs are notoriously stupid. They do what 
they want to do, when they want to do it. Not to 
mention shy; to have gotten it to even show itself in a 
closed roomful of people is a feat in itself."

"I still don't see what the big deal is."

"When your name came up, Sarah remembered you too, from 
Btech. She said you always complaining, being sarcastic 
about the usual fuckups and so on. I said that that was 
the kind of person we needed. So we did a little 
checking and found..."

"A little checking? What are you guys, Intelligence?"

"No," Carli chuckled, "just careful. We occasionally do 
things which aren't totally by the book and we want to 
make sure that nobody causes any official trouble for 
us."

"Oh, that's good, coming from somebody who works in 
Security."

Carli laughed. "Anyway, we got hold of your psi report 
and when..." "My psi report? I can't even get access to 
that," Wendy lied. Anyone with a little control systems 
know-how could get into supposedly private information, 
and someone with her skills could get access to highly 
confidential official information if they really tried. 
She even knew some of the real information crime 
biggies from contact over the net, but nobody knew who 
they really were.

"I wouldn't count on it. We got your BTech file too. 
You're really good, or at least they think you are," 
Carli said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. I know they do," Wendy grinned back, "but I've 
never had a real urge to see what's inside my head on a 
screen, and I'd kind of like to keep it that way, 
unless there's something you really think I should 
know."

"We didn't look at any of the really private stuff, 
personality matrices or all that, but we did want to 
know about any paranormal manifestations and guess 
what? You have a demonstrated meta-emotional empathy."

"I know what people want."

"At least some of the time, right. Most importantly 
your ability works as well or better with the natives 
than it does with humans."

"I guess I do, except it seems that when I try to 
figure out what somebody wants, I'm usually wrong."

"You probably only receive when you're in an emotional 
state too, or not thinking about it. Whenever you 
consciously try to second-guess somebody, you don't do 
any better than a normal person would, and to you that 
seems like you're wrong a lot of the time."

"Mmm. Well since you know so much about me, mind if I 
ask you a personal question?"

"Fire away."

"Are you and Sarah lovers?"

"We have been, off and on."

"Currently off?"

"Yeah. The past few years, she hasn't done much other 
than this. It's an obsession. I think she wants to be 
future history - 'how Mother Liman saved the 
ejaculoids' or something."

"Must be rough."

"Nah. I always tell people that when I hit fifty I 
started to prefer younger women, but that's bullshit, 
because I find someone like you more physically 
attractive than I ever found her. I guess if I analyzed 
it closely enough I could figure out what the deeper 
attraction is, but on the surface she's really not my 
type at all. We both have too much will."

"What is your type?"

"I like somebody who knows what I want."

Wendy looked closely at Carli's body. It was as lovely 
as her face, very smooth and angular with clean, well 
defined lines. Every muscle stood out clearly, lean and 
strong. Her breasts were smallish, the nipples tiny 
little perfect circles of dark brown pointing perkily 
upward. Her crotch was bare and smooth, her beautiful 
pink lips folding over one another almost coyly. No 
bodypaint to hide anything, and nothing which needed to 
be hidden. 

God, the woman was the most beautiful thing Wendy had 
ever seen. Wendy looked back up into those eyes. She 
saw ice on fire; the shadow of Carli's strong brow cut 
across the clear, pale blue of her eyes and where the 
light fell on them they gleamed like gemstones. As 
Wendy fell into those eyes Carli hooked her knees over 
the arms of her chair, the muscles of her thighs 
flexing with a dockworker's strength and a dancer's 
grace.

"Do you know what I want, Wendy?"

Wendy went to her. She sat of the edge of the chair, 
perched between Carli's legs. She laid her head down on 
Carli's breast, feeling the slow rise and fall of her 
breath. She wrapped her arms around Carli's torso and 
felt the rippling strength beneath her skin.

"Oh, my beautiful, beautiful Wendy," Carli crooned, "oh 
where have you been all my life? I already know I love 
you; just let me hold you now."

They sat together a long time, motionless but for their 
breathing; then Wendy tilted her head up from Carli's 
chest. Carli leaned down and kissed her, slowly at 
first, gently biting and sucking Wendy's lips, and then 
fiercely with an open mouth. At long last, their heads 
parted. Never taking her eyes from Wendy's face, Carli 
lifted her with fluid ease and carried her into the 
primary bedroom.

Carli laid Wendy on the bed and began making love to 
Wendy's body with her mouth. She covered every inch of 
the supple flesh from her face to her feet with long, 
soft kisses. She rolled Wendy onto her side and spread 
her legs. Then she maneuvered one of her own legs 
between Wendy's and eased forward until they were 
joined at the crotch. Slowly, she began to rotate her 
pelvis clockwise. Wendy matched her motion in the 
opposite direction, and soon they were moving much more 
rapidly in a strange syncopated rhythm which included a 
momentary delay in each cycle when their clits brushed 
together.

"Oh, Wendy, you cunt feels so hot, it's hotter than 
mine. Oh god, look at your cunt hair; mmmmmmm, it's so 
bright red and so long and wild, don't you ever trim 
it? Ooh, it feels so good, it tickles my bald pussy, 
ohhhhhh, it scratches my cunt lips, it drives me wild!"

Carli raised her body off the bed face up, arms 
outstretched behind her and both feet planted on the 
bed. She twisted her body slightly to the left to 
maintain contact and continued her motions. Wendy tried 
to mirror Carli's position, and for a minute a 
gyrating, eight-legged spider was formed, but Wendy 
lacked the stamina to keep it up for long and soon 
collapsed back down on her shoulders. 

Her right thigh was still hooked over Carli's left, 
supporting her pelvis' suspension in midair. Wendy's 
left foot was planted on the bed again, but Carli's 
left was supporting most of the weight of Wendy's lower 
body and she showed no signs of letting up. Wendy 
thought she knew some moves that would make Carli's 
head spin, but this woman had a sheer athletic prowess 
that was unbelievable.

The wetness at the point of their unison was growing, 
and Carli finally disengaged, rolling over onto her 
stomach after what Wendy thought must have been fifteen 
minutes of well-paced grinding. Carli backed up, 
lifting her knees over Wendy's flat shoulders and 
planting them to either side of her head. She rested 
her elbows to either side of Wendy's hips and, wedging 
her hands under Wendy's behind, lifted the soaking 
crotch to her face.

As Wendy lifted her head to Carli's bald opening Carli 
squeezed her thighs around Wendy's head and rolled over 
on her back, positioning her guest on top of her. As 
Carli began nibbling at Wendy's cunt, she spread her 
legs wide and locked her heels behind Wendy's head, 
forcing her guest's face hard against her smooth pussy.

"Oh, Wendy, your cunt is so beautiful, I love eating 
it," Carli said, lifting her face away from the wild, 
red, unrestrained tangle of fur for a moment.

Stifled moans and slurping noises came from both ends 
of the arrangement, growing in intensity until finally 
they ended in muffled screams.

CHAPTER 5

At the meeting, it was decided to allow the ejaculoid 
to stay at Carli's and recover. Kate had already 
removed the prophylactan to her own quarters where it 
had died within twenty four hours of removal from the 
'jac. The post-mortem had shown nothing which was not 
already known. Maria mentioned that a source at the 
starport had told her people that a free trader which 
was now rummaging about the moons of the planet for 
valuable minerals had contacted the government about 
the Prophylactan ship but had been rebuffed for unknown 
reasons. Carli offered to try to get a message through 
if the ship sent down any cargo shuttles for groundside 
goods. 

Wendy suggested it might help the 'jac if everybody sat 
with it for a while; everyone in the room keyed several 
different available times into the local net and it 
generated a schedule. Sarah asked if Wendy would 
perform a security check on the local net they were 
using since a lot of sensitive data was being entered 
and she agreed.

There were several guests who had not been there at the 
previous meeting and one suggested using 'jac juice as 
a lure to entice the Prophylactans away from their 
victims where they could be killed with weapons. 
Volunteers were selected and an evening chosen for a 
trip to the natural sectors. Sarah seemed more intense 
than ever and by the end of the evening, everyone was 
filled with excitement and hope for accomplishment.

After the meeting, Wendy and Carli made love. They 
looked in on the 'jac and returned to bed. As they lay 
there, Wendy felt her melancholy slowly seep back into 
her.

"How will you get a message to the ship? You don't even 
know if anyone there really knows anything, much less 
who to contact or why they're interested."

"This ship's been here before, so they know that we'll 
pay for any information that might help us. So I 
figure, now that they know the government isn't going 
to deal with them officially they'll have feelers out 
among their groundside crews for unofficial channels."

"But even if they do know something, what can we offer? 
We're not the government, you know. I mean, if the 
council won't talk to them maybe they know something we 
don't."

"There's only one way to find out. Besides, every time 
a ship comes in somebody has something they want to 
smuggle in or out. Maybe turning my head is all it'll 
take to get their cooperation."

"I don't want you to get in any trouble. It's too early 
to..."

"I'm not going to get into any trouble. Don't worry 
about me. We all have to take risks sometimes, and this 
isn't a very big one."

But Carli's enthusiasm was not contagious, and Wendy 
pressed her body close to her lover until morning, even 
through sleep. Wendy awoke and looked at the clock. It 
was still more than an hour before she needed to be up, 
but she could not fall back asleep. She kept thinking 
of the time before the invasion, the time before she 
had felt this awful burden of responsibility for 
another race.

She was in control systems training in another 
compound, halfway around the planet. She was used to 
the Capitol; the towering seed ship monument and all 
the sealed domes and passages at the center of the 
sprawling outskirts made this gathering of a few dozen 
major structures seem tiny by comparison. 

There were probably no more than a thousand 
inhabitants, and not much in the way of culture. Wendy 
spent most of her spare time on the roof of her 
residential unit, entertained by the flyjacs that 
nested there. This day she was studying, and had just 
returned to the roof with another crystal for her 
reader when she stepped in a puddle of cream which had 
run down from the corner where the flyjacs nested. 

She flopped heavily onto the old-style mechanical 
lounger and lifted her foot onto her knee to wipe off 
the discharge when two of the flyjacs fluttered down 
onto her leg. Wendy was amazed; she had never seen a 
flyjac get this close to a human before. As she 
watched, motionless, the 'jacs crawled over her ankle 
and clung to her foot with a funny-feeling suction. 
Their wings still beating for balance, they sucked her 
foot clean and flew off.

Wendy had an idea. She walked to the puddle in which 
she had just stepped and scooped up an overflowing 
amount with both her hands. She walked back to the 
lounger and reclined in it, opening her hands over her 
body and smearing her shoulders and chest with the 
fluid. 

The flyjacs once again came to rest on her legs, 
shuffling up toward her body with what Wendy assumed 
was their suction orifice. The 'jacs covered every inch 
of Wendy's body that had the cream on it with gentle 
suction and amazingly dexterous mouths. Upon closer 
observation, Wendy noticed that the 'jacs had long, 
liplike organs which folded into the bottoms of their 
bodies during flight but which they used to eat and 
crawl when on the ground.

The lips seemed to stretch and pull Wendy's skin in a 
thousand directions at once to expose the fluid to the 
suction cavity. The effect was tantalizing. By now 
Wendy had experienced several human lovers but none of 
them had been like this. As the 'jacs covered her 
breasts, Wendy moved her hand to her crotch, slowly 
pressing and rubbing her rapidly moistening mound. 

As her nipples hardened, their contours made it more 
difficult for the 'jacs to suck the jism off and they 
redoubled their efforts in that area; they sucked first 
at one impossibly tiny point and then instantly 
expanded their openings to engulf the whole erection. 
After a few moments of this, Wendy was breathing hard 
and her fingers were rubbing her clit directly, 
stopping periodically to plunge into her vagina and 
rotate for a short time before returning to her clit.

Suddenly the roof door opened, and before the startled 
flyjacs took to flight she heard a human voice.

"Wendy, are you up...Oh, shit, that's really sick."

It was Treece, who Wendy had forgotten she had invited 
over to study. Wendy's roommate must have told her to 
look on the roof. Wendy rolled onto her side to face 
the door, smiling, face as red as sunset.

"Sorry, Treece, I didn't realize what time..."

But Treece had apparently only stayed this long to look 
Wendy in the face with the look of revulsion frozen 
onto her features since she had opened the door.

"Forget it. Just forget it. You need help."

And then she was gone. Wendy lay back and started to 
cry. Eventually the flyjacs returned, but she batted 
them away with her hand and they left her alone on the 
roof. No one said anything to her about it, which made 
it worse since Wendy really saw nothing wrong with what 
she had done, but there were rumors, and little 
snickers behind her back that she ignored.

When overall evaluation results were announced and she 
had top honors everyone applauded, but behind their 
eyes there was still that look that said 'Well, genius 
has it's price'. Knowing she was no genius didn't help; 
she had been more surprised than anyone else at her 
status. There were others (not many, but enough) with 
superior technical ability, others with more sheer 
intelligence, but Wendy always seemed to be the one who 
knew what the evaluation staff thought was important.

Laying there, the thoughts of her past washing over 
her, Wendy smiled. 

Empathy has it's price.

CHAPTER 6

The expedition had been a complete failure. The 
Prophylactan enveloping the 'jac they had found had 
showed no interest whatsoever in relinquishing its 
grasp on its victim for a vat full of discharge 
collected from the recovering 'jac. Even more 
disappointing, they had been forced to leave the 
afflicted 'jac in the wilderness. They were barely able 
to keep the captive 'jac alive by recycling it's own 
jism, and were having to find outside sources already 
because of losses like the one just experienced. The 
mood gloomy, the party returned to Carli's rooms for a 
discussion which led nowhere and soon disbanded.

Wendy was in the examination room tending to the 'jac 
when the console buzzed. A moment later Carli entered, 
face serious but excited.

"This could be it. One of the cargo hands wants me to 
meet her in half an hour at the starport. I'm going out 
for a while; I don't know how long this will take. Stay 
here in case I need you for anything."

"Shouldn't I go? What if it's dangerous?"

"If it's dangerous, which I highly doubt, then that's 
an even better reason for you to stay here."

"But shouldn't we call someone else? Sarah, at least?"

"No. This might get pretty illegal and I don't really 
trust open communications."

"Well at least take a weapon."

"Too hostile. And I am armed, anyway," Carli said as 
she wheeled and lashed out into midair with a lethal-
looking kick at about head level. "We in Security take 
our jobs very seriously."

Wendy couldn't help but smile; she loved it when Carli 
showed off her body and the control she had over it. 
"Seriously enough to consort with smugglers, harbor a 
native life form in your apartment, and skulk around at 
night like somebody in Intelligence," she grinned.

"Yeah, about that seriously."

They both laughed. Wendy moved to Carli and held her, 
pulling her close and kissing her lips passionately. 
"Be careful," she said as Carli grabbed the shoulder 
bag she had waiting and opened the door.

"I always am."

Carli was still not in by morning. Worried, Wendy got 
ready and went to BTech; she had missed several shifts 
recently and didn't want to draw attention to her now-
missing host. She got a call around midday from Carli. 
There was some small talk, mostly nonverbal reassurance 
that Carli was ok and a brief notification of a meeting 
that night.

At the end of her shift, Wendy went with a few of her 
co-workers for a meal and drinks. When time for the 
meeting arrived she excused herself and walked to 
Carli's place. Sarah and Carli were conferring in a far 
corner, very serious and very quiet. Not all the 
members were present; besides Carli, Sarah and herself 
there were only five other people present. Wendy walked 
over to Maria Dio who was sitting slightly apart from 
the other four, watching them discuss the reason for 
the meeting.

"What's up?"

"I don't know. Sarah called and told me to be here."

"Any ideas?"

"No. I suppose we'll find out soon enough."

Wendy nodded. A few minutes later, Kate entered. Sarah 
looked up from her conversation with Carli.

"Well, now that everyone who is going to be here is 
here, we can start. The big news is that last night, 
Carli made contact with the starship crew. The reason 
the government refused to deal with them is because 
their captain refused to deal through 
intermediaries..."

"So? What's wrong with that? Why would that stop them," 
Wendy asked.

"That's easy enough. Allow me to introduce you to Free 
Trader Captain Akira Salvay."

On cue, the captain emerged from the spare room in 
which Wendy had been staying. Even Wendy felt a small 
gasp escape from her mouth. She knew, of course, that 
on every other world in the Old Empire and in the Free 
Planets human reproduction functioned very differently 
than here. She had seen many shows which vividly 
represented this fact. But the difference between 
watching a crystal and seeing the first living man to 
walk the planet's surface in nearly four hundred years 
was quite a difference indeed.

The effect was not a pleasant one. The man was oddly 
proportioned, thin like most spacers and well-muscled, 
but his shoulders were wide and his hips narrow. The 
lower half of his face was covered with a close black 
growth that resembled pubic hair and the remaining 
portion was wrinkled and creased like those of most 
offworlders. His body was entirely covered by his 
skinsuit; the hermetic seals at the cuffs and neck for 
his gloves and helmet dangled like ugly bracelets and 
necklace. His head showed a shiny smoothness that could 
only have been achieved by having all of his hair 
permanently removed.

The man seemed undaunted by the staring faces. 
"Ladies," he began with a thick trader accent, "I know 
you haven't seen a man in hundreds of years but please, 
I'm not just a piece of meat."

There was polite laughter which broke the silence, 
though no one really understood what he had meant.

Sarah spoke. "Captain Salvay has asked to speak to us, 
since we are the only group on planet which is 
interested in hearing what he has to say."

The captain explained. "Ladies, I have an interest in 
what's going on here, a personal interest that means a 
lot of money. I'm going to be honest and tell you right 
up front that I am one crass, materialistic son of a 
bitch, and if I didn't think your problem would cost me 
anything I wouldn't be here. Now that you know what 
motivates me, there shouldn't be any questions about my 
motives.

I agree with you totally that these pests that have 
invaded your planet have to be eliminated. That's as 
important to me as it is to you, and it's probably a 
lot more important than you realize."

Wendy spoke. "So we sit here and listen to the ravings 
of some man who comes here, doesn't know our culture, 
doesn't know our problem, and admits the only reason 
he's here is so his profits don't drop? Why? What can 
you do for us that we can't do for ourselves."

The captain smiled at some private joke and continued. 
"I'll tell you. While you ladies sit here fucking 
around with your little animal welfare society, the 
balance of power is shifting. You're so totally blissed 
out, here on a rock that nobody wants, that you don't 
even have a standing army. Your Security division makes 
the cooks in my galley look like kill-mutants in 
powered battle armor." 

Wendy glanced toward Carli and saw that she was 
bristling at that, but was keeping amazingly silent.

"You don't communicate with anybody, you hardly do any 
trade; the only reason you're not still part of the 
Empire is that the revolution pushed their borders back 
so far that they weren't willing to send ships out here 
any more."

At this, Sarah stood. "Look, Captain, you said you had 
something to say to our members before you told us what 
you know, but insulting our culture and our lifestyle 
isn't what I expected. Get to the point, or I might let 
my cook here," she gestured to Carli, "toss you out on 
your ass so you can see how our Security reacts to 
illegal, male, aliens."

"Sorry. I may have been a little out of line, but 
you've got to realize that things are much more dire 
than just the extinction of your local pets."

Wendy couldn't stop herself. "They aren't pets. Some of 
these life forms are just as advanced as you or I. And 
besides, the extinction of any species is a crime 
against..."

Sarah stopped her. "OK, I think the captain understands 
our position. We will not be patronized." She turned to 
the captain. "Say what you have to say about the 
Prophylactan origins."

"Look, I'm just going to tell you what I know without 
discussing terms or asking for anything. If what I'm 
about to say doesn't convince you to cooperate, then 
I'll leave and you'll be signing away all of our 
freedom for ever more." He paused for dramatic effect 
and saw only cold, waiting faces. "OK. The 
Prophylactans and the ship which brought them are from 
Earth."

This raised a few eyebrows. Kate was the first to 
speak. Wendy was shocked, having become accustomed to 
Kate's usual shyness.

"That's ridiculous. The Prophylactans conform to no 
known life form type, particularly not to anything of 
Terrain origin."

"I know you don't keep up with the latest news here, 
but I take it you have heard of genetic engineering? 
What do you eat, the native life? Or do Tehran plants 
just grow here without..."

"We eat genetically altered Earth life forms. But the 
Prophylactans aren't a mutation, they aren't 
recombined, tailored or otherwise derived from anything 
known to human science."

"No they aren't, and if you'd listen, I'd tell you. It 
doesn't take much of an engineer to take a kernel of 
corn and change stuff around in it so it'll grow on a 
planet that doesn't have any seasons. But it does take 
quite a bit to custom design a new life form from a few 
molecules up."

"You mean..."

"That's right, little lady. Your friends and mine on 
Mother Earth sat down at a console and created a 
completely new creature in the universe for the 
explicit purpose of collecting the discharge from your 
pets."

"But why?"

"You got me, but it's got to be big. We're talking 
billions of Earth credits for this project, maybe tens 
of billions. And you can rest assured that they 
wouldn't have spent it for your benefit alone; they 
could practically have bought this worthless little 
rock you call home for that amount."

Sarah interrupted the silence that fell. "That's it? 
What proof do you have? It's easy enough for you to 
come in here and blame our problems on Earth; your kind 
have been blaming everything that goes wrong in the 
Free Planets on Earth ever since the revolution."

"I take it the little lady with the red sash is your 
biologist or something? She'll want to look at my 
proof, if and when we reach an agreement about solving 
our mutual problem."

"What proof," Sarah asked patiently, "is that?"

"I have on my ship a crystal with the entire 
specification for the creature. Gene matrices, 
physiological summaries, all kinds of stuff that 
doesn't make any sense to me. Our biologists haven't 
made much out of it since they don't have any live 
specimens to work with, but I have what conclusions 
they have drawn on file as well."

Kate looked at Sarah, nodding. Sarah spoke. "OK. If 
Kate looks the data over and tells me it's legit, we 
will abide by any agreement we make tonight."

"Wait a minute," Carli interjected, "we don't even have 
a plurality here for a vote tonight, much less a 
majority."

"It's OK. They'll have to trust my judgment, just like 
you will."

Carli looked at her for a long time. "Then it's your 
decision," she said finally.

"What do you want," Sarah asked the captain.

"All I want is your assurance that you will cooperate 
in any action we take to stop this Imperial plot."

"We already have an action team for that purpose. We 
would, of course, appreciate any assistance you could 
render us."

The captain looked into her eyes. Their unwavering 
darkness reminded him of a black hole he had seen from 
much too close, once in his youth. "Six of one and a 
half-dozen of the other," he said, "as long as we can 
count on each other."

"Then it's settled. Kate, make arrangements to see the 
captain's ship. Carli, I want you to go as well. Take 
whatever equipment you feel you need, both of you. And 
everyone, keep this to yourselves. For now, all anyone 
needs to know is that we may have located a source of 
detailed information about the Prophylactan 
physiology."

After the meeting broke up, Carli and Wendy lay 
together in bed.

"I guess you'll be gone a while, since Kate decided to 
set up a lab on their ship."

"It was a good diplomatic move. And a good practical 
one too. She can set up a much more well-equipped lab 
there than she could here without arousing suspicions."

"Mmm. Be careful. I don't trust these spacers."

"They're OK. They all just have an attitude. I might be 
a spacer, if it was legal."

"I still don't trust them. I don't think Captain Salvay 
was telling us everything he knew."

"Would you?"

"No, I guess not. Just be careful."

"I always am."

They made love fiercely that night, Wendy submitting 
totally to Carli's hard, hungry body, reflecting and 
concentrating Carli's passion further with her own 
desperate desire.

CHAPTER 7

Over the next few weeks, many afflicted ejaculoids were 
transported to the traders' ship. Wendy accompanied 
these shipments at Sarah's request, comforting the 
'jacs as they were lifted out of their natural 
environment. On one such a shipment, Wendy saw Carli 
alone for the first time since her departure for the 
ship. The ease with which Carli wore her skinsuit was 
somehow depressing; Wendy loathed the feel of the space 
gear more than any other part of the trips. They 
embraced, but immediately Wendy could feel that it was 
the touch of a friend and not that of a lover.

"How are things planetside," Carli asked when they 
separated.

"Fine. The net's still secure, and from what tapping 
I've done it looks like nobody suspects anything."

"And you're always telling me about illegal stuff? 
Shit, Wendy, they'd better not find out."

"And you're always telling me 'don't worry, I know what 
I'm doing', so there."

They both smiled. "And how are thing up here?"

Carli's face lit up. "Great. I'm really learning a lot. 
You know, things have been happening out there in the 
Free Planets that would amaze you. Plus, Kate thinks 
that she's close to some real answers. She's really 
amazing, you know."

"Yeah, I know. I see her every time we bring one 
across. Look, I've got to get back to the shuttle. I 
hope to see you planetside sometime."

"OK. It's really good to see you. Catch you later."

When she was out of sight, Wendy leaned against a wall, 
or, as she had been corrected by the spacers a hundred 
times, a 'bulkhead'. She took a deep breath and wiped 
the beginnings of a tear from her eye. Quickly, she 
strode back to the shuttle.

Carli went off duty at 2100, ship's time. She went to 
her cabin and stripped off her skinsuit. She checked 
her console and confirmed the appointment she had made. 
When the captain entered, he stopped for a moment, 
looking at her outstretched body. Then he straightened, 
looking quite seriously at her face.

"Sorry," he said, "I'm not used to seeing naked women 
in many of my appointments. Most people keep their 
suits on even when they're off duty. What did you want 
to see me about?"

"Close the door," Carli said.

"There. Now what can I do for you?"

"In my culture, nudity is simply fashionable. However, 
in my culture, a nude woman reclining on her bed before 
a visitor in her cabin with the door closed is doing 
the same thing as a nude woman reclining in front of a 
visitor in her cabin with the door closed in your 
culture. Figure it out."

"I see. It's just, well, in the first place it's weird 
that you're older than me but look like my daughter."

"And?"

"And, you've never had a man before."

"So? You've never had a woman before, either."

"I'm not sure where you get that idea, but it's not 
quite true."

"I mean, not 'til you've had me, you haven't."

"Ah. I see."

Carli got up and went to him. She undid his skinsuit 
with the casual spacer's ease that most people from 
planetside never develop. "Aren't these things too 
inconvenient? I'd go nuts if I wore one 24 hours a 
day."

As she began to stroke his chest with her fingertips, 
raking through the dark, curly hair there, he grabbed 
her shoulders. Looking into her clear blue eyes he 
shook her and said, "You'd better be sure you want 
this. I've wanted you from the first time I landed on 
your planet. I want you like I've never wanted a woman 
before. But I like it a little rough, and I don't like 
to be disap..."

He started to drag her back onto the bed, shaking her 
like a toy, but somehow when they landed they were not 
on the bed but on the deck, and his face was being 
shoved into it. And his arm was twisted behind him. And 
Carli was sitting on him like he was a chair.

"Disappointed? Gee, asshole, I'd just fucking hate to 
disappoint you. But if I'm not rough enough for you, I 
guess I'd better just go back down to the planet and 
live in that gravity that I've had to fight all my life 
while you were up here floating around like a fucking 
fairy. How's that?"

"OK, OK," he grinned, his voice straining somewhat to 
get the words out through the half of his mouth that 
wasn't pinned to the deck. "I get your point. But you 
know, an ally can quickly become an enemy..."

He uttered a short burst of command syllables and 
instantly the artificial gravity in the room was 
lifted. They had no momentum in relation to the floor 
and so they didn't actually move far, but the sensation 
momentarily disoriented Carli and in that second Akira 
pushed off and they were floating across the room. 
Akira twisted his body around to face Carli and got her 
arms pinned behind her. Carli locked her legs around 
his waist, and as they drifted toward the far bulkhead 
she stretched her neck to nibble at his throat. 

Just before impact she felt the slightest contraction 
in his buttocks. At the second his feet made contact 
with the bulkhead she flexed her legs, kicking at the 
backs of his knees, and his legs folded; he released 
her arms to slap the wall with his hands to prevent his 
head from crashing into it. His frantic flailing sent 
them spinning, drifting slower but rotating wildly. 
Akira was amazed.

"Where did you learn to handle yourself in free-fall 
like that?"

"Yeah, I've been meaning to compliment you on your 
ship's facilities, Cap'n. You have a really great gym."

"I hope you haven't learned everything, 'cause there 
are a few things I'd like to teach you personally."

Carli pulled her body down Akira's stomach with her 
heels, still locked behind his knees; she stopped as 
she felt his cock, hot and erect, pressing against her 
longing entrance. His organ was stiffer than a 'jac but 
seemed to lack independent control; it didn't nuzzle 
against her or try to wriggle it's way in except in 
reaction to the movements of Akira's pelvis. 

She made no attempt to stop him as he deftly controlled 
their impact, sending them in a long, slow journey 
across the room. She locked mouths with him, their 
tongues penetrating and receding, lips pulling and 
sucking, throats tasting the delicate flavors of a 
mouth from across the stars. Their bodies had made one 
slow, graceful rotation as they drifted so that Akira's 
feet once again struck first. 

This time, however, he used the energy of their motion 
carefully, bending slightly at the knees and then 
bracing, driving Carli's cunt onto his cock. Once he 
had penetrated her outer lips, her wetness engulfed him 
and he slid smoothly into her. He then stretched out 
his legs once again, forcing himself in to the hilt and 
propelling them once again across the room. 

Carli cried out, a little yelp of surprise, pain and 
pleasure. Never before had she felt a penetration so 
swift with something so hard; nothing like the slow 
burrowing she was used to. Her skin felt raw where he 
had first rammed her doors open, but it was a pleasant 
rawness; she arched her back in ecstasy as they soared 
across the room. He bent to kiss her breasts and she 
gripped his head to her chest tightly, rubbing her tits 
to and fro with his bearded chin. 

When he next shoved off from the wall she began humping 
her hips against him, but with nothing to press against 
she found it impossible to establish any rhythm. The 
distraction of his mouth around her nipple made it all 
the more difficult, and she nearly separated from him 
before finally violently pulling him back inside her 
with her heels pounding his ass. In a low, rough voice 
which was little more than a clarification of the 
growls she had been emitting, she began to command him. 
"Come on, Cap'n, fuck me! I want to feel you pound my 
cunt. God, you're so hard, use it! As deep as you can 
go, as fast as you can go, fill me up. I want your cock 
to swell up 'til it bursts me open. Come on, do it, 
fuck me now!"

Akira removed his mouth from her breasts, gently 
swinging his hips in a short rapid oscillation that 
stretched the walls of her cunt deep inside with the 
tip of his cock. "Hard and fast doesn't work in zero-G 
without a lot of practice, which I hope to eventually 
give you but which you don't have now; sorry." 

"Then fuck zero-G. I want you to ram my cunt with that 
big, solid dick until I can't take it any more."

Akira angled their next rebound toward the bunk and 
when they reached it he held on. They bounced away to 
the extent of his arms, then floated back, bounced away 
and floated back again. With each bounce his cock 
shoved a little further into her and then eased back. 
When they were stabilized, floating a few inches away 
from the bunk, he turned the gravity field back on and 
they fell to the bed. 

His weight forced his cock even farther into her than 
she had thought possible and she groaned long and low 
with the feel of it. She spread her legs wide, opening 
herself entirely to his thrusts. He began to tease her 
with short, slow strokes and she began kicking his ass 
with her heels again to spur his movements. She arched 
her back to bring her breasts up to meet his face; he 
began sucking them, quickly alternating between them 
with brief hard kisses and tongue flicks.

Akira's strokes were now gaining length and pace, and 
at the end of each he stopped and rotated his pelvis to 
make his cock dance inside her. She moved her legs up 
so that her calves rubbed his sides. He threw his head 
back and began to moan as she clawed at his chest, 
pulling his hair and pinching his nipples. 

He lifted first one arm, hooking her leg and 
positioning it so that her ankle was at his shoulder, 
and then the other. Her cunt lips were now tight on his 
cock, a narrow, constricting passage to the heaven 
beyond. With each time he rolled forward to thrust into 
her, her ass now lifted from the bed, opening the 
entire length of her channel as a straight, slick tube. 
His movements became furious and his voice melted with 
hers in a chorus of uncontrolled gasps and outbursts. 
His cock was now moving even faster, emerging almost 
totally from her pussy so that only the very tip 
remained nudged between her lips and then ramming 
forward so that his cock was entirely submerged and his 
hips compressed her thighs even more while his heavy, 
tight balls slapped her ass.

With each of his strokes she jerked her ass upward to 
feel him strain into her as far as he could, filling 
her up and then some. She whipped her head back and 
forth and gripped his shoulders, arms and chest 
spasmodically. Each of his breaths was now a staccato 
burst of pleasure and then she felt his cock lash like 
a whip inside her. 

His cock head seemed to swell to twice it's previous 
size with the pressure of his cum, which then spewed 
into her with unbelievable force. With each continued 
stroke another burst of his love juice squished into 
her; the sensation was more than she could take and 
feeling the slowing pulsations pump his last reserves 
into her waiting hole, her body rippled like the 
surface of an ocean with waves of orgasm that tore 
through her body like the tide.

His body collapsed on top of her, heavy, sweaty and 
panting. As his cock softened it slipped from her; she 
felt his semen trickle down the crack of her ass to 
form a puddle under her. Soon he was snoring, and under 
his weight she closed her eyes and dreamed of zero-G. 
She fell asleep with visions of stars on her eyes.

CHAPTER 8

"As you already know, the discharge of the 'jacs is 
actually a colony of billions of single-celled 
organisms. They are photosynthetic and store this 
energy in dead organic cells which then split from the 
living cell. The 'jacs then reabsorb this discharge, 
using the dead cells as food. I have found that the 
'jacs also produce more organisms than they consume, 
emitting the familiar discharge which I have found to 
be almost purely living cells.

"The next supporting observation to my thesis is 
another which is already known, that the living cell 
colonies possess a poorly understood form of telepathic 
communication. We have always assumed this 
communication to be purely empathic, an adaptive trait 
which allows the 'jacs to locate one another for 
socialization or reproduction. I believe there is 
another explanation.

"Finally, I have found that the 'jacs themselves 
fertilize about one living cell every local year, 
completely replacing the portion of the cell which, for 
lack of a better term, I will call it's 'genes'. This 
cell is discharged with the rest, lives and grows 
within the colony feeding from the dead cells, and if 
environmental conditions allow, eventually develops 
into a young 'jac.

"My theory is this: the highest life form on this 
planet is not any of the varieties of 'jac, but the 
discharge they emit."

There were excited murmurs around the room. Kate 
continued, "The 'jacs themselves are nothing more than 
reproductive engines which keep the colony alive. And 
the colony is not bounded by the physical dimensions of 
any one puddle of 'jac juice, but consists of all the 
cells on the planet, all linked telepathically into one 
huge organism."

Questions were hurled from the floor, but in the 
general chaos no one could be heard. With more 
difficulty than she was used to, Sarah managed to quiet 
the crowd of members and spacers. "Ok, assuming we 
accept this premise, what conclusions have you drawn 
about techniques for assisting the organism and the 
'jacs? And do you have any ideas why the Prophylactans 
are trying to destroy it?" 

"I don't believe they are trying to destroy the 
organism, though that is the effect they are having. 
The Prophylactans are designed to feed on the dead 
cells just as the 'jacs do; in fact, they should be 
able to exist wholly on the few dead cells that pass 
through the ejaculoids' system undigested. They only 
filter the living cells through an organ that I don't 
yet fully understand, and then eject them. It's the 
'jacs themselves that have sucked up all the organism's 
cells and refuse to pass them through except for the 
barest minimum needed to produce food."

"Great work, Kate. Recommendations?"

"For now, other than to suggest finding a way to make 
the 'jacs ejaculate while afflicted, no. I don't fully 
understand the Prophylactans' physiology yet and when I 
do I may be able to recommend more active measures."

"Well, I have a suggestion," bellowed Akira. "I say 
that since no government will claim that ship out 
there, we blow the shit out of it. It probably won't 
help but I know it won't hurt and we might get some 
idea of who sent it."

One of the members spoke up. "What if it is from Earth, 
like people have been saying?"

"They've already denied it," said Akira, "so even if 
they did they couldn't complain." Good rumors travel 
fast, he thought.

"That's where I think you're wrong," corrected Sarah. 
"I think that if they did send it, then they'll be 
pissed off if we blow it up, whether or not they admit 
it. And then they'll be breathing down our necks hot 
and heavy."

"And your government has the distinction of being the 
only one in the Free Planets that doesn't maintain a 
fleet of military starships. Why, any Kirellian Free 
Trader is required by our government to keep up a 
military reserve status, which means armed to the 
teeth. I'd take that fat old cargo boat in orbit up 
against anything short of an Imperial light cruiser 
just for the exercise!"

"That just proves my point. I will not have," and as an 
afterthought she added, "and our government will not 
have," and then continued, "you or anybody else turning 
this planet into a battlefield for the Free Planets and 
the Empire. If you want to provoke them into attacking 
you, go home and do it!"

"I agree with him." Carli stood from the planetside 
section. "They won't come out here for one little ship 
that they say isn't even theirs."

Sarah glared at her. How far apart they had drifted. 
"And which we aren't even sure is theirs," she 
corrected, knowing that by now nobody would believe 
that it was from anywhere else. "But we still can't 
take the risk."

"I say we can and I call for a vote."

"Very well. The question asked is: 'Should we attempt 
to destroy the alien craft?'. Answers are: 'Yes', 'No', 
or 'Undecided', forty five second time limit. 
'Undecided' counts as 'No' for decision tabulation, 
expired time votes are discarded."

The members made brief entries on their datapads. Wendy 
looked at Carli, who quite dramatically remained 
standing and pressed her pad with a flourish. Sarah was 
equally intense, standing in front, her vote cast 
already. Wendy's finger hesitated over the 'Undecided' 
rectangle and then descended and pressed 'No'. She 
avoided Carli's gaze as she scanned the room, looking 
instead at the numbers flashing away the time limit on 
her pad. Things were out of her control; her personal 
reality was succumbing to the forces of politics and 
personality whirling and eddying around her and she 
felt as if she might go under. She had already lost her 
only two human lovers in years to the current; she felt 
she might lose more.

Finally, the numbers flashed double zero and then the 
results were displayed. There were twelve 'Yes' 
entries, five 'No', four 'Undecided' and five votes 
with expired time limit.

Sarah, emotionless, recited the results. "We destroy 
the craft. Carli, suggestions?"

Carli, suppressing a smile, answered. "We could try 
demolitions. I can get appropriate equipment from 
Security, I think, but probably the best way to do it 
is to bombard the ship from space. The trader's weapons 
are designed for ship to ship combat."

"What about government repercussions? If these guys 
open up on our planet with heavy weapons they'll 
probably get blasted immediately by the planetary 
defense batteries, and at best they'll be ejected and 
never allowed to trade in this system again."

"Right," confirmed Akira, "I think demolitions might be 
the best route. But we have some stuff on board that'll 
save you the trouble of stealing it. Nice, state of the 
art explosive packs that are designed for blowing holes 
in starships."

"All right. Carli, coordinate the mission with the 
starship crew and our people. Next item of business..."

As the meeting ended and people began to filter out, 
Sarah stopped Wendy. "Could you work on trying to get 
our captive 'jacs to cum with the Prophylactans still 
attached?"

"I really don't think that will help. I think they're 
holding back for a reason."

"Yes, but Kate suggested it might help their chances of 
survival until we find out what's really going on."

"They're still alive now, and if that's the only reason 
behind forcing them to discharge, then it's pointless."

"Kate doesn't think so."

"Kate knows biology. I know the 'jacs, and I know that 
they're doing what they should be doing."

"If that's really the way you feel, then I won't force 
you to be in charge. Thanks anyway; I know you're doing 
what you feel is best." Sarah turned away and began 
giving orders to her new aide, Sanny.

Wendy interrupted her. "You mean if I don't do it, 
somebody else will?"

"Somebody has to try."

"All right, I'll do it."

"Good. There's nobody better for the job. Whatever you 
need, we'll get, though with your ability I doubt 
you'll need much other than your self. Good luck."

And then she had turned around and was dictating again. 
Wendy left quietly, drowning in the sea of things 
beyond her control.

CHAPTER 9

Wendy wasn't quite sure why she was with the team. They 
surely didn't need a control systems specialist for 
something as simple as a remote detonator, and she 
couldn't think of anything else they would need her 
for. But Sarah always swore by 'better safe than sorry' 
so here she was, waiting for the shuttle to descend. In 
a matter of minutes Carli and Akira would be here with 
others from his crew to wreak havok upon the invaders. 
It was all so foreign to Wendy that she could hardly 
anticipate what her feelings would be upon completion 
of the mission, exhilaration or repulsion, who knew. 
Unexpectedly, the communicator she carried burst into 
life. 

Akira's voice, under some unknown strain, shouted, "We 
thought you should hear this in case things get really 
hairy up here and we don't make it..."

Her voice urgent, Wendy activated the communicator, 
"Open channel, lock on current frequency. Hello Akira, 
what..."

But before she could finish, Sarah had sprung forward 
and knocked the communicator from her hand. "Close that 
channel," she hissed.

"But they're..."

"Do it! Whatever's happening, we can't give ourselves 
away no matter how worried you are about your lover. 
Now close that channel!"

Wendy complied, stunned. The chatter on the 
communicator continued.

"Kirellian Federation Free Trader 'Morning on Loriar', 
Registration Number AT-4917912346H, this is Imperial 
Battle Carrier 'Deaths Head'. Stand to be boarded."

"'Deaths Head', this is the First Officer of the 
'Morning on Loriar', we copy your message, but question 
the authority on which you base your demand. We are a 
vessel of the Kirellan Federation, and protected by the 
Writ of the Free Planets. We will allow no boarding 
attempt by your vessel."

"'Morning', this is 'Deaths Head'. Please put your 
captain on."

"The captain is not on board."

"Then you, as first officer, are acting captain in his 
absence and I advise you to stand down from battle 
stations and prepare to be boarded. If you do not 
comply, then you will be blown from the sky like all 
pirates."

"But you have no..."

"I have the authority of the Emperor and the authority 
of my guns, and that is all the authority I need. If 
your shields are not deactivated and your weapon pods 
retracted within five minutes, we will open fire. 
'Deaths Head' out."

The channel went dead. "My god, an Imperial battle 
carrier, here," Wendy whispered in disbelief. "What's 
going to happen to us?"

"Get a grip on yourself," Sarah admonished. "We don't 
even know what they want yet."

"It doesn't matter. They're here and they're going to 
take whatever they want, and we all know what it is."

"That's enough. We have a plan and we're sticking to 
it. When the shuttle arrives, we unload the gear and 
proceed before the Imperials can coerce the government 
into cooperating. It would take everything they've got 
to break through the planetary defense batteries, so 
they'll try bribery first, and then intimidation before 
they resort to force. By that time the Prophylactan's 
ship will be history."

"Why? What difference does it make with that carrier 
hanging over our heads? Once they've landed, and they 
will, eventually, they'll just round us up and kill 
us."

"I've told you for the last time to lock it up. We'll 
deal with the Imps when they get here, but for now 
we've got a job to do."

As if on cue, the shuttle appeared over the ridge and 
settled into the rocky valley. Akira emerged, hands on 
his head. Behind him came the shuttle crew and the 
volunteers from the ship, also apparently captive. 
Sarah and her troops stayed under cover, weapons 
leveled at the shuttle airlock. Finally, Carli and two 
of her assistants emerged, weapons leveled at the 
spacers. Sarah rose and walked toward the shuttle.

"It took some persuasion to convince these fine 
crewmembers that their place wasn't with their ship," 
Carli shouted, "but I think we about have them won 
over."

Akira dropped his hands and started shouting, "You 
bitch, you're as bad as they are! You hijacked my 
shuttle; oh I should have known better than to trust a 
planetful of dickless pacifists, fuck fuck, fuck YOU!"

"Are you finished," Sarah asked. "I have people on your 
ship too. But going back to get captured wouldn't have 
accomplished anything. Good work Carli."

"Thanks. If these people decide that it's too late to 
try anything I suppose they could put their hands 
down."

"All right, everybody," Akira ordered, "we're here to 
stay."

Carli lowered her weapon. The contingent filed into the 
transport Sarah had arranged and they reviewed the plan 
one more time as they flew through the night toward 
twilight.

A few hours later, they arrived at the central 
compound. Having traversed the time zones at high 
speed, night was just falling here. No one bothered 
them as they unloaded the crates containing their 
deadly cargo. Not until they were near the site of the 
Prophylactan ship did they notice the guards posted 
there. The were from Security, wearing armor and armed 
with what Carli recognized as deadly, rapid fire rifles 
that were about the most effective personal weapon in 
the armory.

"How did they know," started Wendy.

"Not now," Sarah cut her off. "They don't know, but 
whatever's going down, it has to do with that ship. The 
Imps probably just told the Council that the ship was 
theirs, and the Council did the rest. Those idiots 
wouldn't be able to figure out that that's exactly what 
the Imps want.

"OK, this changes nothing. We go, but carefully. Carli, 
take someone and sneak through; set those charges. 
Wendy, we'll get you as close to the perimeter as we 
can before we blow the ship; they won't be able to 
locate the detonation signal as easily."

"They won't have to. They'll be right on top of us."

"Don't worry. We'll make it. Now let's do it!"

Carli and one of her assistants snaked off through the 
grass. Sarah, Wendy, two of their companions and two 
others from the ship began working their way around the 
perimeter of the guard patrols to a position directly 
across the field from the guard command post. They were 
waiting for a signal that the charges had been planted, 
but before it came, one of the guards walked within 
twenty meters of the prone group. Her helmet light 
flashed over them, but she did not stop, her rifle 
still slung over her shoulder.

Wendy stood up, not really knowing why; something just 
wasn't right. 

"Please, don't shoot," she cried, "I'm unarmed!"

The guard nearly jumped out of her armor and turned, 
the barrel of her rifle shaking. "Don't move. Stay 
where you are and put your hands on top of your head," 
she ordered and then spoke something into her helmet 
communicator. Within minutes everyone was in custody, 
the explosives in a containment vessel and other 
equipment piled in a heap on the post commander's desk.

No one spoke, though the post commander asked many 
questions. She was particularly insulting to Akira, but 
he was remarkably restrained. Finally a transport came 
and took them to a detention center in the central 
compound.

Wendy wasn't sure how long she was locked up, alone, 
but she thought it was about two days. Except to 
deliver meals, no one came to her cell. When she 
finally got a visitor it was a woman in a uniform Wendy 
didn't recognize but which must have been Imperial; 
high boots, dull black synthetic pants and jacket with 
decorations over the breasts and on the shoulders, 
battle helmet. 

Wendy stayed on the bed and the woman remained standing 
though Wendy offered her the only chair. The woman 
pressed a pad and the console which Wendy had tried 
vainly to activate countless times flickered to life. 
Not speaking, the woman dropped a crystal into the 
receptacle and typed a few commands. The console screen 
brightened showing a still frame of an large, white 
empty room with a single chair in the center.

"Wendy," the woman began, "I'm sure that you are aware 
that there is a delicate diplomatic situation currently 
in progress. I am here in lieu of my commanding officer 
as a concession to your government's sanction against 
any male presence upon your planet. You see that we are 
reasonable people, willing to negotiate."

She paused but Wendy said nothing, staring into the 
hideous face across from her. It was difficult to tell 
where the scars of old battles ended and the inevitable 
cracks and wrinkles common to all offworlders began.

"I am Imperial Marine Major Jennifer Andria. I am going 
to ask you a few simple questions. You will answer them 
truthfully. In my generosity I have consented to abide 
by the rules of this detainment facility in my 
interrogation, but I warn you, if I find your testimony 
unsatisfactory in any way your government has agreed to 
deport you and the rest of your terrorist comrades for 
prosecution under Imperial law for crimes against the 
Empire."

"What's that?"

"This? This is merely an informative crystal which will 
provide background on the situation. The background 
information was gathered from pirates captured in 
interplanetary space who were dealt with in the usual 
Imperial manner.

"Since you seem so interested, let's watch."

She pressed a pad and the crystal started it's display. 
A woman Wendy recognized as one of Carli's staff was 
walked into the room by two Imperial guards. As they 
reached the chair they stopped and one guard bent to 
release the ankle cuffs on the woman's feet. When the 
first cuff snapped free she released a savage kick at 
his groin and he doubled over. As the other guard drew 
his gun, she wheeled on one foot and contacted his 
head. 

He dropped the gun and she fell on it, firing behind 
her back. The energy blast threw him across the room to 
lie in a heap in one corner. Looking over her shoulder, 
she turned the gun on the other guard still groveling 
on the floor; the gun took his head off from the chin 
up with very little gore and a thick wisp of smoke. She 
knelt beside his body, the gun dangling from one hand 
while she fumbled in his pocket for something. 

The camera angle was wide and Wendy couldn't see 
exactly what happened, but she supposed the woman had 
found a key because she suddenly brought both hands out 
in front of her, gun at the ready. Then there were 
shots from off screen, below the camera, which 
splattered against the far wall with little flashes of 
light. The woman returned fire, apparently 
successfully, because there was no motion for about ten 
seconds. 

Then suddenly she started firing madly at something 
below the camera before a shot impacted directly on the 
chair she was kneeling behind. She spun out and away 
from what was left of the chair and as she fell, Wendy 
saw a gout of black-brown smoke rising from the ragged 
emptiness that had been most of the woman's stomach. 
Then the scene skipped and the room was once again 
empty and clean. The chair had been replaced.

Major Andria stopped the display and looked at Wendy. 
Wendy was revolted by what she had seen, but the 
woman's defiance in the face of overwhelming odds had 
strengthened her. The Major must have seen this because 
she hesitated a moment before speaking.

"A dramatic gesture. One worthy of an Imperial soldier, 
I must admit. You have a right to be proud. And you 
will have no reason for shame at the next segment. 
After all, not everyone is a soldier. Some are 
technicians like yourself. Some are theoretical 
scientists."

She reactivated the console but before it even started 
Wendy knew what was coming. A single, friendly-looking 
man entered the room and turned to face the doorway 
beneath the camera.

"Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of," he said. 
"We're both scientists, aren't we? I really wish I 
could do something about the shackles, but regulations, 
you know?"

Through the entrance below Wendy saw a woman enter with 
straight, dark, medium length hair and a narrow red 
sash tied around her waist. Wendy, over and over, 
thought, it's not her, it's not her, but when the woman 
turned and sat at the man's request she saw it was 
Kate.

The man knelt at her feet. "I'm afraid I can't free 
you, but this might be a little more comfortable." He 
undid her ankle cuffs and positioned her left ankle in 
a shackle attached to the chair. He moved to the other 
leg, putting the cuffs in a compartment on his uniform. 
He moved her other ankle to the far side of the chair, 
spreading her legs, and fastened the other shackle 
attached to the chair there. He moved behind her, 
adjusting something on the back of the chair.

For the first time the camera panned in. The screen now 
showed only Kate, almost straddling the small seat, and 
the man pacing first in front of and then behind her. 
The fear on her face was obvious; she was in tears and 
for the first time Wendy could hear the small whining 
noises she was making. The man walked to stand behind 
her. His face was cut off at the top of the screen but 
his voice was still audible, reassuring.

"Relax. There's nothing to worry about. You are safe 
here. I am going to ask you a few simple questions. You 
will answer them truthfully."

Wendy saw the man produce something black that looked 
like a short whip from another compartment on his 
uniform. He was still speaking as he raised it, 
removing it temporarily from the screen. "You really 
needn't worry. The first question is..."

Wendy closed her eyes, but she couldn't stop the 
screams coming from the console. When she could hear 
him over the cries, the man was still cheerfully 
chatting away. At the first, short lull, Wendy heard 
Kate rush the names and places and deeds out between 
her sobs. Before she was even finished, there was 
another wet thump and the screams returned. 

There were a few such breaks, during which Wendy heard 
Kate pouring out streams of information. Toward the end 
she was babbling, making up things, spouting out reams 
of formulas and equations, pleading for mercy. And then 
finally, the screams started again and did not stop; 
they were punctuated by occasional unidentified noises 
which were always followed with even worse screams. 
Finally, there was silence.

Major Andria spoke. "Wendy, I really think you should 
see this; this is my favorite part."

Wendy opened her eyes and the major started the crystal 
again. Kate's body had been destroyed; Wendy could not 
believe she was still alive. "Now little Kathrin, 
you've been such a good little girl," he crooned. "I 
have a present for you if you want it." He undid both 
sets of cuffs, put his arms very gently around her 
waist, and hoisted her to her feet. She almost fell, so 
he carefully walked her to the wall. The camera 
followed. "Here's a nice solid wall to lean against so 
my little baby won't fall down. But what's this old rag 
you have on?"

Kate's sash was amazingly intact. Though not a single 
square inch of her body was not swollen, bruised, cut 
or burned, the sash had but a few dark blood stains on 
it. "This is filthy. We must get this off." He hooked 
his hand under the sash and tore at it. Her neck 
snapped back as his motion pulled her whole body 
forward. The sash did not come loose. He tried several 
more times before he finally lost patience and cut it 
with a knife which he produced from his uniform. 

He dangled it in front of her face. "This can't be 
fixed. I know it's your favorite but you've ruined it. 
I'm sorry, but this is the way it has to be. You ruined 
it, and now you won't have it any more." Then he burned 
it right in front of her face. When the flames had 
almost reached his fingers, he dropped it. It fell and 
went out, one tiny corner of red still visible.

Kate's body was now racked with spasms, and tears 
streamed down her face. Wendy couldn't tell if her 
gasps were due to some internal injury or if they were 
just sobs. The man pulled her away from the wall, 
holding her tenderly in his arms. Into her ear, he 
whispered, "Poor little Kate, ruined her favorite sash. 
It's all right, Kate, I have something even better for 
you. Do you want it?"

He held her away from him so he could look into her 
face. "Do you know what it is?"

She shook her head.

"It's lovely, lovely death, Kate. Beautiful death. Do 
you want it now?"

She nodded.

"That's my good girl. You stand right here and I'll get 
it for you."

She leaned back against the wall. He turned away for 
just a split second and then wheeled back. His left 
hand clenched her throat as he pummeled his right fist 
into her face. He hit her again and again, pulling his 
punches to make his gift last longer. Kate could no 
longer scream; the only sounds coming from what was 
left of her face were disgusting gurgling noises. He 
lowered her body to the ground by the throat. Only when 
his hands were covered with blood and the very last of 
her convulsions had stopped did he make another sound.

When he was very, very sure she was dead, a scream 
built from a low rumble in the back of his throat to a 
wail that lasted forever in Wendy's mind. He cursed her 
for dying, begged her body for forgiveness, threw foul 
epithets at her eternal soul and then wallowed, crying, 
in her gore. Eventually two guards entered the room and 
reported to him, saluting. "Cleanup detail reporting as 
ordered, sir."

The man straightened and returned their salute. He was 
covered with blood. 

His face became totally expressionless. "Proceed," he 
said, and then left.

CHAPTER 10

"I love watching a professional at work," Major Andria 
said.

"Rot. In. Hell." Wendy sat straight and still, fists 
clenched and shaking, voice barely audible.

"Wendy, please don't take this as a threat. We have no 
intention of harming you. I can tell you that straight 
out because you probably wouldn't respond well to 
torture anyway. We need your mind, you see. And the 
easiest way of ensuring your cooperation is by 
repeating the performance you just saw with one of your 
other compatriots. Lovely Carli Silver perhaps, though 
it would be a shame to waste such a perfect physical 
specimen. We could even try your leader, Sarah Liman, 
though..." The major looked closely at Wendy's face, 
seeing what she was trying desperately to conceal.

From the small pile of personal effects that she had 
dumped on the table, the Major selected Wendy's picture 
of Sarah and stared at it a minute; she then crumpled 
it into a small wad. "That's it, isn't it. Even though 
the woman seduced you to get you to join her little 
rebel band, you still love her. Good, good. I'd hate to 
make a martyr of her, but I will if necessary."

"It's not up to me. They'll never just let you take me 
out of here."

"Very shrewd. You're quite correct. Thus, the 
environment suits and gas grenades," she explained, 
gesturing to her uniform which Wendy now noticed had 
cleverly concealed hermetic cuffs and collar like a 
space suit. In some of those bulging pockets there were 
probably gloves and a soft helmet that would completely 
isolate the wearer from the outside air. "We'll be out 
of this cell block and out of the center before anyone 
far enough away to be left alive has a chance to even 
raise an alarm. Unless you waive your right to local 
prosecution and submit yourself to Imperial law aboard 
my ship."

"Why me?"

"You don't know? Either Sarah's little group has much 
better internal security than I thought or you all have 
been fighting rather stupidly against things you really 
don't understand. Amazing. At any rate, that, as they 
say, is for me to know and you to find out."

Defeated, Wendy consented. Within hours she was aboard 
the Imperial carrier, slowly drifting, almost a million 
kilometers from the planet. She was marched immediately 
to a large white room which she recognized with some 
horror as the torture room from the crystal. The guards 
went through the procedure she had seen before, 
strapping her feet to the chair. They left the cuffs on 
her wrists but attached them to the back of the chair 
as well. She was left alone for a long time; she 
guessed it was an hour or more.

A man in a white lab coat and protective mask entered, 
carrying a large clear container full of what Wendy 
assumed was 'jac discharge. As he came closer, Wendy 
stared into his eyes and abruptly recognized him. It 
was the man who had murdered Kate.

"Hello, Wendy. My name is Doctor Eldin and I will be 
handling your case from here on. Relax, Wendy, there is 
nothing to be afraid of. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Like you didn't hurt Kate, you evil bastard? 
Murderer!"

Wendy spat at him, but her head was turned too far to 
the side and it merely spattered on the floor, leaving 
a thin bead hanging on her chin. The doctor seemed 
totally unperturbed.

"You are mistaken. I do not know anyone named 'Kate', 
and I have certainly never tortured or killed anyone. I 
am a scientist."

"You son of a bitch, I'll see you dead!"

"Now, now, temper, temper," he admonished cheerily.

Wendy fell silent, her breaths short and shallow. The 
man was behind her now and she had no idea what he was 
doing; no matter how she turned her head she could not 
get a glimpse of him. She jumped and barely suppressed 
a scream when she felt a gloved hand touch her 
shoulder.

"Really, Wendy; you should try to relax. This kind of 
stress is not good for your mind or your body."

He patted her reassuringly. He stepped in front of her, 
holding a clear cylinder filled with some transparent 
fluid. It had a plunger at one end and a long, sharp 
needle at the other.

"Do you know what this is Wendy? Long ago, instruments 
like these were used to administer medicine through the 
skin. This needle is hollow, and once it has penetrated 
into the desired area the plunger is used to force the 
medicine into the body.

"Do you know what I find very interesting about 
subcutaneous injections, Wendy? I think this will amuse 
you; very frequently they were used to administer 
painkillers. Quite ironic, don't you think?"

Without warning, he grabbed a handful of her thigh and 
jabbed the needle deep into the flesh. It hurt, but not 
as badly as Wendy had expected. The needle was thin, 
and if people had really used these things all the time 
in the past, she could deal with it now. Then he 
started pressing the plunger. A burning agony shot 
through her leg, spreading out from the location of the 
injection toward her toes and up into her stomach. 
Wendy screamed though she tried not to; the pain was 
unbearably intense and she clenched her eyes shut, 
hoping for unconsciousness that did not come.

When her screams had stopped, he whispered into her 
ear, "This particular injection is a nerve stimulant, a 
relatively new development of mine. I'm very proud of 
it. It intensifies the sensitivity of your sense of 
touch, in a way. Aren't you proud of me?"

Wendy remained silent. The man laid his hand softly on 
her shoulder, but his touch was like a branding iron 
against her skin. She screamed as he lightly rubbed her 
neck, feeling a scraping like a high speed sander 
tearing her skin away.

"Now Wendy, you recognize what I have in this 
container, don't you?"

Slowly she nodded. "Yes. It's discharge from an 
ejaculoid."

"Besides being white and sticky, what other unusual 
properties does it have?"

"It's alive."

"Very good. What else?"

"The 'jacs eat it."

He smiled. "You're avoiding the question. You know what 
I want to hear. Be a good girl and tell me so we can 
get this over with and have some real fun."

The shackles at her wrists and ankles seemed to be 
grinding through her limbs down to the bone. She 
shifted in her chair but it sent thunderclaps of pain 
up her spine. She croaked out, "If a 'jac fertilizes 
it, it grows into another 'jac. It's alive. I don't 
know, I don't know, what do you want me to say?"

"Wendy, you're a beautiful little girl. Please don't 
make me punish you. I only want to help you. Please 
tell me what makes the ejaculoids' cum special."

"It's...it has an empathic response with some humans."

"See how easy this is? Yes! That's it! Now, tell me how 
you communicate with it."

"What?"

He walked over to her, lowering his face until it was 
level with hers, only centimeters from it. His hand 
rested on the chair between her legs. "Wendy," he said 
softly, "the one thing that I can't accept is playing 
stupid. Please don't act stupid, or I will be forced to 
treat you like a stupid person. Please answer the 
question."

"But I can't! I can't communicate with the natives. I 
don't know where you got that idea but I can't!"

"Wendy," he whispered softly, "that's not what Kate 
told us."

"You bastard." She spat at his face, and this time it 
was impossible to miss.

When Wendy was finally carried from the room, there was 
not a mark on her body, but she had told them 
everything there was to tell. She lay in her cell a 
long time, trying not to move while the effects of the 
nerve stimulant wore off. When the door was finally 
opened again, it was by Major Andria.

"Come, Wendy. I have some things to show you."

The command bridge of the Imperial battle carrier was 
huge. Wendy's hands and feet were free, and she was 
being given a tour as if she were one of the Emperor's 
children. They stood now before a massive console with 
banks of screens and extensive keypads. Most of the 
screens were blank; the remainder displayed reams of 
technical data which Wendy did not understand.

"This is the Fleet Control console. This ship carries 
over two hundred smaller vessels of various types. When 
those craft are operating, this console monitors and 
coordinates their activities. Lieutenant Hanson, show 
our guest the docking bays."

The officer seated at the console pressed keys and some 
of the screens switched to various views of the immense 
bays in which the smaller ships were stored and 
maintained. Wendy stood expressionless.

"Our final stop is the one you will find most 
interesting. Walk this way. I suppose I really needn't 
have bored you with all the other details of the 
operations of this ship, but I couldn't help myself. 
I'm quite proud of her, you know. Ah, here we are."

They stood outside a closed hatch leading from the 
command bridge. Major Andria pressed her thumb to the 
lock. It acknowledged her thumbprint and required her 
to type in a complex code of numbers. At last, the 
hatch slid open.

The room beyond was nearly empty; surrounded by blank 
walls sat a man, strapped into a chair. His eyes were 
closed and for all Wendy could tell he might have been 
dead. The chair itself was large and complex, various 
screens and keypads built into it. Oddly, most of these 
were on the sides and back of the chair and not on the 
arms where he could easily reach them. Large tubes and 
bundles of wires dangled between the ceiling and the 
back of the chair.

"This," explained Major Andria, "is Commander Jon 
Karlson. Commander Karlson is our communications 
officer. What you see before you is his life support 
system. I know it must look outrageously bulky to you, 
but there is a requirement for multiple redundancy on 
all systems and the ability to automatically handle any 
medical emergency which might arise. In fact, if you 
were to remove the Commander from his seat, he would 
die.

"The Commander has the supreme honor of having given 
his life, quite literally, to the Empire. He is the 
recipient of certain experimental drugs which enhance 
the meager psychic abilities of most humans and which 
unfortunately have serious side effects on the human 
metabolism."

"Why are you telling me," Wendy asked suspiciously.

"Because, my dear Wendy, I feel that you have the key 
to our problem. We originally thought we could use the 
native organism on your world to stimulate psychic 
activity in our communications officers, or even use 
the organism itself in the communication apparatus. 
Thus, the prophylactans were designed and sent to 
collect the raw psychic energy of your planet. When the 
organism shut down it's own life cycle to end our 
gathering attempts we were forced to investigate in 
person. And here we found you, an unenhanced psychic."

"Why not stick with radio?"

"Too slow. If I were to send a radio message to your 
capitol from here, they would not hear my voice until 
two or three seconds after I had spoken. Psychic 
communication is instantaneous. With Commander Karlson 
at his station, and a telepathic receiver on the 
ground, that message would be heard at the very same 
time I spoke it. But perhaps more importantly, the 
range is not limited. As we speak, our conversation is 
being monitored on Earth."

"But that's impossible. Messages take seventy years to 
reach Earth from here."

"Radio messages, yes. Telepathic messages, no. So you 
see why this technology is vital."

"So your scouts can spy on the Free Planets and 
instantly inform Earth? So your fleets can anticipate 
our every move when you make war against us? This is 
what you want from me? Well, you're wrong. I'll die 
before I help you. If you torture me I might give in, 
but not before my mind is so wrecked that it would be 
of no use. Find your own..."

"Calm down, Wendy. I have no intention of killing or 
torturing you. The very worst case I can imagine is 
that I fail to find any answers here. In that case I 
would merely insure that the Free Planets don't get the 
answers either."

"And how would you do that?"

"As you must know, Wendy, within a week this ship could 
reduce the entire surface of your planet to molten 
lava. I believe that would suffice."

"You wouldn't," Wendy protested, but she knew that the 
Major would.

"We have an entirely separate link here, Wendy. What I 
would like you to do is try to send or receive anything 
from our subject on Earth." She handed Wendy a thin 
lead which extended from the chair and terminated in a 
shiny metal sphere.

Wendy took it. She didn't really think it would work; 
she knew absolutely nothing about the technology she 
was dealing with and had no idea how to control her 
ability. Indeed the only times she had consciously 
tried to feel the emotions of others she had failed. 
She was still wondering what she was supposed to do, 
when the feeling hit her, unmistakably real, though at 
a great distance.

"Fear," Wendy said, "Pain. I feel that." And abruptly 
she realized that they were torturing someone on 
distant Earth for her benefit.

"Stop it. All right, you've seen what you want to see; 
now stop it!"

"Don't worry. The person whose emotions you are feeling 
is a convicted criminal who agreed to participate in 
this experiment in exchange for waiver of his 
sentence."

"What was his crime? A traffic violation?"

"Repeated absence from his labor schedule. Now try to 
send something."

Wendy tried to send comfort, reassurance, love. There 
was no change in what the victim at the other end kept 
sending.

"Roger, Earthbase One," the Major said in response to 
something which only she could hear. "Nothing. It looks 
like you are a receiver only, Wendy. Please place your 
other hand in this container."

The Major had produced a clear container of 'jac 
discharge from a compartment which slid back into the 
wall. Wendy placed her hand into the container and felt 
the familiar comforting warmth. Almost instantly things 
began to happen. The Major held her hand to her ear and 
cocked her head.

"Earthbase One, I'm not reading you," she calmly 
stated, then more frantically, "Earthbase One, we have 
lost your transmission. Please respond." Her requests 
grew more strained as she continued trying to 
reestablish contact.

Wendy saw now that Commander Karlson's monitors were 
all flatlined, the artificial life support which had 
been keeping him alive now nonfunctional. She heard 
pounding on the hatch behind her, muffled voices behind 
it shouting. Coursing through her was an energy which 
she had always been on the very threshold of feeling, 
but which she had never felt. The mind of the vast 
colony encompassed the planet and was as indescribable 
as love itself. 

It was a glorious feeling, something that made her very 
glad to be alive, though she could easily die at any 
second. The raw emotions that surged through the colony 
segment in the container, in and out of her body, into 
the ship's psychic hardware and from there into it's 
communication circuits were not revenge or even anger, 
but a great protectiveness. Wendy felt the 
undercurrents of self-preservation, but as much of the 
feeling was directed toward her and her people as was 
toward the 'jacs.

Alarms were now sounding outside the hatch. Wendy felt 
fear, clear directed fear aimed specifically at her; 
the colony was trying to signal her, to tell her 
something. As she realized this, she was filled with an 
urge to run. She dropped the lead into the container of 
jism and wiped her hand, looking frantically about. 

A flashing yellow light appeared above head level from 
the previously blank surface of the wall. 
Simultaneously, a rectangular outline of black dashes 
appeared beneath the light with a red square at waist 
level. Wendy ran to it. She jabbed at the red button, 
and as the hidden emergency hatch slid open she heard a 
loud hissing noise behind her. Turning as she ran out, 
she saw Major Andria trying to open the main hatch.

The emergency escape slid closed behind her. The 
corridor she was in was narrow and long; opening 
another hatch at the end, she finally emerged into one 
of the docking bays. An Imperial officer stood not more 
than five meters from her, staring. She started to run 
but he called to her.

"Ma'am, Ma'am! This way!"

She stopped, not sure why.

"Hurry! Emperor's orders! I'm to take you planetside 
with no further delay. Come on!"

She hesitated, and he stepped forward, taking her arm. 
Then she ran with him to a small shuttle, boarded it, 
and sat quietly while he guided the craft out of the 
bay through the growing confusion. When the shuttle was 
safely away she went to the cockpit. Sitting in the 
empty seat next to the pilot, she started to ask where 
his orders had come from when there was a bright flash 
from several of the screens on the console. Quickly 
glancing down, they saw the carrier engulfed in a huge 
explosion. 

The pilot became a flurry of activity, activating 
scanners and calling the ship, but there was no answer. 
No other craft had escaped; there were no survivors. 
Wendy didn't know what false information the had 
organism had fed the ship and it's crew to achieve such 
a spectacular result, but she hoped desperately that 
what it had told the observers on Earth was as good.

The shuttle landed and soon everything was back to 
normal. The Imperial troops on the merchant ship and on 
the ground surrender when they heard their base ship 
had been destroyed; they were released and sent by slow 
liner back to Earth. The Prophylactan specification 
document eventually revealed a series of sound 
frequencies that were the recall signal for the 
invaders to return to the ship, which was then 
annihilated. Maria managed to give one full report of 
the events onscreen, and then later avoided the topic 
as if she had been asked not to mention it again. 
Everything was soon forgotten, or, if not forgotten, 
then at least repressed.

CHAPTER 11

"I'll be shipping out when the last of the ore is 
loaded, probably tomorrow evening," Carli stated a bit 
too matter-of-factly.

"I hope you find what you're looking for," Sarah said.

"I've already found it; that's why I'm going."

"You must really love it out there."

"I do. And others might too. I know that you'll change 
things. You're a planetary hero, Sarah. You've got to 
make them see that opening to trade is a good thing."

"First I have to make them see that they have to 
consider forging an alliance with some of the other 
Free Planets; the Kirellians are already interested and 
when word spreads, others will be too. After that, the 
trade will come naturally."

"I guess you finally got your place on the history 
crystals. It's only a sentence now, but before long I 
bet you have a chapter or more."

They both laughed. Then Sarah looked at Wendy, who was 
still staring ahead, the faintest trace of a smile on 
her lips.

"Wendy, what is it," Sarah asked.

"Hmm? Oh nothing. Just thinking."

"You're thinking about it pretty hard for nothing," 
commented Carli.

"The future. What's going to happen. Light stuff like 
that," Wendy said, smiling and seeming to return to 
their common plane of reality.

"Oh, I get it. The converted cynic becomes a prophet," 
grinned Carli.

"When was I ever cynical?"

There was a moment of silence and they all burst into 
laughter. When it subsided a little, Wendy got up.

"Come on, I have something to show you. One of the 
advantages of life in the outskirts."

They stood and Wendy wrapped an arm around each waist, 
guiding them toward her room. In the center of the room 
was one of the most unusual 'jacs they had ever seen; 
it had a long slender body as big around as a woman's 
waist which coiled on the ground. It was impossible to 
tell how long it was, but the coils were stacked waist 
high in a mound about two meters across. One end was 
suspended above the rest of it's body and turned to 
face them; there seemed to be dozens of waving necks 
and heads which sprung from the end of the body. All 
the heads seemed to be between the thickness of a thumb 
and a wrist, and the necks were all about two or three 
meters long.

They noticed that this was not the only other being in 
the room; through an open window flyjacs came in and 
out and there were numerous other smaller 'jacs roaming 
about.

Wendy guided them into the room and took them over to 
the large 'jac. It's skin was very smooth and warm; it 
was a darker brown than their own skin but slightly 
transparent, letting a slight purplish hue show 
through, most noticeably around the heads. They stroked 
it's sides and rubbed it's necks and it nuzzled against 
them, quietly drawing a loop around their legs to pull 
them closer. There in the 'jac's embrace they hugged, a 
close, warm triangle of sharing. 

When Carli looked into her eyes, Wendy could not resist 
cocking her head to meet Carli's lips with her own. As 
they kissed, mouths open and hungry, Sarah softly 
stroked their bodies, caressing and massaging them. 
When their lips had parted, Wendy turned her head to 
Sarah and kissed her. Sarah's mouth was more demanding 
than Carli's; her tongue was harder and more insistent 
and the force of her lips was stronger. Carli kissed 
Wendy's shoulder and neck while her hands dropped to 
knead the buttocks of both women.

They had barely noticed the 'jac wrap three or four 
more coils around them until that point, when it lifted 
them all from the floor and gracefully slid across the 
room to deposit them on the bed. They were then lying 
in a tumbled heap, making no attempt to disengage but 
rearranging some limbs for more comfort and better 
access. 

The big 'jac withdrew a little, gliding up onto the bed 
to outline the edges with it's length. Sarah lay flat 
on her back, legs spread and tangled with the others'. 
Wendy was facing down on Sarah's right; her knee was 
rubbing the outside of Sarah's right thigh, and her 
tongue was still in Sarah's mouth. Carli was on Sarah's 
other side; her crotch was astride Sarah's left thigh 
and her face was buried between the other women's 
breasts.

Carli smothered herself in the four lovely boobs, 
licking and sucking them, first squeezing them together 
with the left hand she managed to get in on the action 
and then pulling them apart. She rubbed the erect 
nipples on two breasts together and then forced her 
tongue between them, flicking it back and forth to 
separate them and let them tap back together several 
times a second. She began humping her pelvis against 
Sarah's leg as she began soaking her face and both 
women's chests with her gyrating head, mouth wide, and 
tongue extended.

Wendy curved her back and scooted her knees up further 
on the bed to bring her pussy within reach of Sarah's 
straining right hand. The memory of Sarah's fingers 
inside her made Wendy's head spin and she groaned into 
Sarah's mouth as Sarah started rubbing her palm over 
Wendy's hairy mound. Wendy moved her own right hand to 
Sarah's cunt and was surprised to find it not only wet 
but already wide open. As her fingers began to type on 
an imaginary keyboard with Sarah's clit as the space 
bar, Sarah returned Wendy's moans and the little noises 
which escaped between their lips and tongues filled 
their heads.

Three equal parts of the same growing fire centered in 
their bodies as they moved, not yet forming an 
explosion but making one inevitable. Carli removed her 
head from it's position, hearing the breasts plop wetly 
back together. She slid her crotch gracefully up 
Sarah's thigh; her own left leg made contact and 
pressed Wendy's hand hard against Sarah's crotch. 

Carli felt her lips part slightly as they moved around 
Sarah's pelvic bone; she stopped and rocked back and 
forth on this projection for a minute before sliding 
back down to integrate her crotch and Sarah's. Wendy 
removed her hand and slid it up between her own chest 
and Sarah's. Carli's left thigh was now snug against 
Sarah's crotch and Sarah's left thigh was against her 
own crotch and they began a rhythmic series of short 
thrusts against each other.

Carli reached over to Wendy's ass, stuck high in the 
air, and guided her with firm squeezes to straddle 
Sarah's stomach. Wendy drew her hands from between her 
body and Sarah's and planted them firmly on either side 
of Sarah's head. Sarah brought her own arms up to pinch 
and tug at Wendy's nipples. Carli then firmly grasped 
Wendy's hips and lifted her lower body from the bed. 

Wendy spread her legs wide, stretching them out into 
the air at almost right angles. The muscles in Carli's 
arms bulged as she lifted Wendy's crotch to her face, 
resting the fronts of Wendy's thighs on her shoulders 
for support. She then began to eat Wendy's cunt, 
turning her head from side to side and coating her 
already wet face with Wendy's womanly perfume. Her 
extended tongue followed the contours of Wendy's crotch 
as it traced it's arc from thigh to cunt to thigh and 
back again. At the center point of one of her cycles, 
Carli stuck her pinkness out between her lips as far as 
it would go and began tongue-fucking Wendy's cunt.

Wendy's mouth was still interlocked with Sarah's, and 
between their slurps and moans occasional fragments of 
sentences escaped; "Oh Wendy, yes" "Sarah, Sarah!," and 
together "Carli, oh god don't stop, ohhhh!"

Finally, Wendy turned and said, "I'm sorry, but my arms 
are really killing me."

"No problem. Hold on..."

Carli gently put Wendy's body down beside Sarah's and 
those two rolled to face one another, kissing again. 
The momentary lull served only to fan the flames of 
their desire; Carli clenched her little tits in her 
hands and growled, "Oh, yeah...I'm so hot; I want to 
fuck forever!"

The groans increased from the two interlocked faces in 
response. Carli rolled them the rest of the way over, 
so that Sarah was on top of Wendy. She lifted Sarah 
from the bed just as she had with Wendy. Her hands 
reached up and over and squeezed Sarah's ass over and 
over. 

Sarah's wetness was unbelievable; her neatly trimmed 
black hair was drenched and dripping and she was 
creaming against Carli's face in what seemed to be 
actual spurts of pussy juice which Carli licked up as 
fast as she could, lavishing much attention on Sarah's 
dripping thighs and lips. She started to position her 
own crotch with Wendy's, when Wendy spoke. "Wait, hold 
on just a minute."

Wendy reached to the head of the bed where a two-headed 
ropejac had found it's way. It was about half a meter 
long and not quite as big around as Wendy's wrist. At 
each end was a beautiful head with the usual single 
ejaculatory orifice. 

"I remembered you were pretty intrigued by this, the 
first time you heard about it," Wendy managed to say.

Wendy positioned the 'jac between her legs and it 
instantly began a soft burrowing motion against her 
pussy. It's way was easy due to the lubrication already 
present and soon almost half it's body was buried in 
her cunt, slowly wriggling and shifting. Wendy guided 
the other end to Carli's pussy and it strained to reach 
it, pulling back out of Wendy a few centimeters. Carli 
lowered her crotch very close to Wendy's, close enough 
that Wendy's pubic hair tickled the bare skin of 
Carli's crotch. 

The ropejac dug into both cunts, linking them together 
with it's own motion as Wendy continued to stroke it 
with her hands. Wendy and Carli both felt it's motions 
and gasped, nearly screaming, with delight; the 'jac 
was slowly rotating inside them, turning round and 
round with periodic throbbing that drove them crazy. 
The fire was burning much brighter, threatening to 
engulf the powder keg of orgasmic release and detonate 
it.

Now Sarah's arms were tiring. Carli lowered her onto 
the bed, taking care not to dislodge the ropejac still 
turning inside her. Sarah swung around, planting her 
knees on either side of Wendy's head and begged, 
"Please Wendy, nobody eats my cunt like you. Oh, come 
on Wendy, eat me Please!"

Sarah spread her knees a little further to lower her 
nest against Wendy's face. Wendy started licking her, 
and an involuntary contraction rippled through her 
thighs. She raised her head to face Carli, and 
something in those ice blue eyes sparked old memories. 

"I thought I'd never get to lick my cunt juice off your 
face again," she said quietly. She started licking 
Carli's face, tasting her own sweetness there. When her 
tongue slipped between Carli's parted, moaning lips, 
Carli sucked on it, beginning to devour Sarah's mouth 
with her own. Sarah put her hands behind Carli's head, 
stroking the short, bristly growth there and pulling 
her closer. Carli locked her own hands in Sarah's curls 
and they kissed passionately, fiercely.

"I'm glad we...oh god that's good...we're getting to do 
this, oh Wendy, I can't even think when 
you...ohhhhh...do this once again, Carli, it's 
been...ohhh yesssss...so long..."

"Just shut up," Carli sighed, "and kiss me."

Carli threw her head back and Sarah bent forward to 
kiss her breasts. Sarah hadn't remembered how much 
smaller than her own they were, how round and dark and 
smooth and hard her nipples were. Carli's little 
erections felt like warm, round rocks in her mouth. 

They had none of the rolling contours of her own, no 
puckered subtlety, just small, smooth hardness. As she 
flicked them with her tongue she felt how tight they 
were, how they hardly moved at all as she played with 
them and instantly snapped back to position when she 
released them. And then Wendy's tongue-lashing overcame 
her again and she moaned and twisted her body 
violently. Her mouth found Carli's once again, filled 
with the taste of love, and they groped at each other 
with terribly uncoordinated movements as their tongues 
and lips thrust and strained together.

Wendy felt a contraction between her hands, rippling 
outward from the exposed center of the ropejac. A split 
second later, she and Carli both felt the explosion of 
jism from both ends of the 'jac, filling them and 
spraying out around the edges onto the bed and their 
thighs and buttocks.

Hearing the squishing sounds from below, Sarah looked 
down and saw the freely flowing cum from the crotches 
there. "Oh, Carli, let me suck the cum out of your 
cunt," she pleaded.

When Wendy had disengaged the 'jac and laid it softly 
aside, she prodded Sarah to lay down. Sarah, leaning up 
on her left elbow, spread her legs and allowed Wendy's 
face to reconnect with her crotch. Wendy rolled onto 
her side and spread her legs, admitting Carli's probing 
tongue to clean her thighs of the stringy white fluid 
there. Carli, also on her side, shifted her hips down 
to where Sarah's face was and Sarah, mimicking the 
others, rested her head on the inside of Carli's left 
thigh, lapping furiously at the jism receding from 
Carli's pussy. The fire was now burning all through the 
perfect triangle now; an explosion was imminent. 

Sarah pulled her head slightly away from Carli's cunt, 
trailing thick, dripping strings of cum between her 
lips and teeth and the interior of Carli's pussy. She 
pursed her lips and sucked, and the slimy material 
oozed out of Carli and up along the dangling cables of 
jism in sticky globs, finally passing between her lips 
and sliding down her throat in wonderfully whole 
clumps. The mixed taste of the cum and Carli's cunt 
juice brought her close to the edge and her entire body 
started to shudder like a flier in strong turbulence.

Wendy's mouth responded with by giving a sensation that 
Sarah could not possibly imagine the initial explosion. 
Slowly, over what seemed like centuries, or millenia, 
the galaxies and stars spiraled in toward their 
creating flame, crashing into it and sending up showers 
of sparks which caused little showers of their own as 
they floated down. 

Eventually the original flame was back to a slowly 
churning ball of star-stuff which cooled a little, 
countless little whirlpools of yellow and orange shadow 
on the white surface pulling the heat back down inside. 
As the surface cooled, the fireball faded in intensity, 
allowing some sensations of the cold, ordinary world 
back in. As the women slowly regained their perception 
of common reality, the fire faded into the background, 
dimmer but not completely out.

It did not go out.

It would never go out.

CHAPTER 12

When they had come to, the big 'jac had been wrapped 
between them, twined among their bodies, supporting and 
holding them. The pile of bodies was covered totally 
with the richest, heaviest cum any of them had ever 
seen. It ran slowly off them, dripping down the sides 
of the bed and onto the floor. When they got up, wiping 
the warm juice from their eyes and faces, it trailed 
behind them like melted cheese, running and stringing 
until they were all connected throughout the rooms by a 
dripping, oozing lattice of jism. They cleaned up 
somewhat, and then the call came that the last shuttle 
up to the merchant ship was leaving in an hour.

"I love you, Wendy, Sarah. I love you both." she said.

"I love you, Carli," said Sarah.

"We all love you. I love you," whispered Wendy.

"I love you," they wept in unison as the three of them 
embraced for the last time together.

After the final, emotional farewells to Carli, Wendy 
and Sarah lounged on the bed once more. Sarah's hand 
moved again to Wendy's crotch; the hair was still 
soaked and sticky. There was still some warm 'jac juice 
dangling from her hair, but the cunt excretions and 
saliva were cool now from evaporation. It was the first 
time Sarah had touched her there since that first 
seduction which now seemed so long ago. Wendy's 
excitement grew with the slow, much calmer motions of 
Sarah's hands.

"Eat my pussy again, Wendy."

But this time, Sarah pulled Wendy's crotch toward her 
own face as well. Laying on her back, she moaned as 
Wendy's mouth found her snatch; Sarah then began to 
lick playfully at the residue on Wendy's cunt. They 
spent the rest of the evening fucking each other's 
cunts, mouths, hands, any anatomical part imaginable, 
with and without the aid of the roaming 'jacs.

When at last they lay totally spent and exhausted, 
Sarah asked, "Will you come and stay with me?"

"Why?"

"Well, you know the 'jacs; you know what they need and 
those needs are going to be a major part of the plans I 
take to the Council. And, you can fuck a body to 
death," she smiled.

"Is that it?" Wendy's face was solemn.

"No. No that really isn't true at all. I mean, both 
things are true, but neither one is the reason. The 
real reason is...I love you."

"Oh, Sarah, I love you too. I'm sorry, I really wish I 
could stay. I want to help you and I love the way our 
bodies fit together. And I really, really do love you 
very, very much. But there are too many things that 
have to be done."

"The 'jacs?"

"Yes. I'm setting up a camp in the natural sectors. 
They need me. I don't know what for, yet, but I know 
they need me. And we need them, don't you see? Someday 
the Empire will be back, or if not them then some 
maniac from the Free Planets, or if not them some total 
alien, but someday, somebody will want what the 'jacs 
have and we'll have to stand together to keep our world 
the way it should be."

"Oh Wendy, I love you so much, and I do understand. I 
wouldn't really expect anything else. But I keep 
thinking how beautiful we could have been together."

"Keep hoping. Someday our callings might bring us 
together again."

"I love you, Wendy."

"Oh Sarah, I'll always love you. I won't ever, ever 
forget you."

"Neither will I."

"I love you."

"I love you."

When Wendy finally closed the door and Sarah was gone, 
she fought back the tears that threatened to bring 
events to an unnecessarily tragic close. She walked to 
the bedroom to rest her mind and her sore, swollen 
cunt. When she entered the door, she wasn't sure if it 
was just the silvery mist caused by the tears or if 
there really was a light glow coming from each of the 
large and small pools of shiny white discharge in the 
room. 

Whichever it was, she could feel the colony talking to 
her as it always had, even when she hadn't been 
listening. The messages were becoming ever clearer, 
rising through the black layers of the unknown. What 
had once been no more than a vague impression that 
disappeared when she thought about it, was now a clear 
identification of the emotions and desires of the 
colony. 

Someday, she knew, those emotions would become words, 
words of breathtaking beauty and clarity, words that 
would change her life and the lives of everyone from 
that day forward. But for now she was content to 
snuggle amidst the warm wetness of the 'jacs who sought 
her out for comfort and companionship, relief and 
relaxation.

Her dreams were warm and white, and filled with love.

END

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