The Mission
By Rob Nagle, edited by Brantley
Chapter 6
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ÒPsst!Ó
ÒEh? What where?Ó
ÒOver Ôere.Ó
ÒWhere?Ó
ÒÕere - in the shadows of this dark alley.Ó
ÒWho are you, and what are you doing there?Ó
ÒNever mind that. ComeÕere, I got somethinÕ I want to
show you.Ó
ÒWhatÕve you got to show from the shadows of a dark
alley?Ó
ÒSomething youÕll be interested in.Ó
ÒHow do you know IÕd be interested? IÕll be thinkinÕ
youÕre up to no good, thatÕs what I think.Ó
ÒI have nothing to hide.Ó
ÒOh, for GodÕs sake, man, put that thing away, will
you!Ó
ÒNo offense, pal. Just making a point, is all.Ó
ÒSuch as it is. So anyway, whatÕs this youÕre so
eager to show me?Ó
ÒPictures . . . Ò
ÒPictures? What pictures? Pictures of what? Pictures
- oh, my word!Ó
ÒWhaÕdÕya make oÕ that bit of stuff, eh?Ó
ÒMy . . . word!Ó
ÒAh-ha?Ó
ÒThis is . . . !Ó
ÒUh-huh.Ó
ÒItÕs . . . !Ó
ÒRight you are.Ó
ÒIÕve never seen anything like this before!Ó
ÒThatÕs because thereÕs never been anything like it
before.Ó
ÒReally?Ó
ÒFor sure.Ó
ÒHow did you come by these?Ó
ÒHidden camera . . . that sort of stuff.Ó
ÒReally? This is . . . incredible. ItÕs .
. . demented . . . perverse . . . itÕs beyond pornography - not that IÕm any
kind of a sewer - I mean connoisseur, of that sort of thing - although they are
- hidden camera, did you say?Ó
ÒYes, I did.Ó
ÒThey are of surprisingly high quality.Ó
ÒThatÕs mostly due to the subjects themselves.Ó
ÒReally?Ó
ÒTheyÕre . . . ve-ry photogenic.Ó
ÒTo say the least.Ó
ÒAnd - get this . . . thereÕs no airbrushing.Ó
ÒYouÕre kidding! I couldÕve sworn - not that IÕm all
that familiar with that sort of thing, you understand, but - are you sure?Ó
ÒWhat you see is how they they really are.Ó
ÒWell, these are . . . stimulating.Ó
ÒYes, they are.Ó
ÒTheyÕre, uh . . . urgent.Ó
ÒMost certainly.Ó
ÒTheyÕre compelling!Ó
ÒUndeniably so.Ó
ÒTheyÕre completely devoid of redeeming social
value.Ó
ÒBeyond doubt.Ó
ÒYou, uh . . . got any more?Ó
It had begun innocently enough:
Protectors seeking to conceal their most alluring attributes as a means to woo
their sorely needed Messenger. But things got out of hand. Maybe it was because
Protectors had never had to compete for attention before. Uniformed or naked,
each had been the only one of her kind on a planet. Here...
Everyone had become so accustomed to
seeing these physically perfect women nude that none gave it a thought any
longer. But then, all of a sudden, without explanation, the Protectors began to
cover their impossibly gorgeous bodies. It was a thing unheard
of—undreamed of . . . and it quickly came to fascinate.
Crowds would gather whenever a Protector
was spotted in the marketplace. All waited to see if she would cover herself,
and, if so . . . how. Photogs started taking pictures of Protectors in various
states of dress, and selling copies of the prints . . . at progressively higher
prices.
As if the shame of their having to share
a Messenger wasnÕt enough, now they had a quadruple X rating to deal with.
ÒWhat hurts the most,Ó BrittÕa complained
tearfully, Òis that weÕve done nothing to merit this!Ó
ÒThose sick bastards!Ó CanÕdy grumbled.
Shopping for concealments became their
most closely guarded secret. An army of paparazzi had infiltrated the
marketplace of BinkleyÕs World - prowling for Protectors who were . . .
vulnerable. Some, when caught, would simply throw up their hands: ÒPlease donÕt
shoot!Ó theyÕd cry.
Others, like LÕyn, were more direct:
ÒHowÕd you like a telephoto lens enema?Ó Often a Protector would bribe a
merchant to open his stall to her alone long after hours in the depth of night.
They would come heavily disguised—terrified of being discovered. Some
merchants took them for fools, admitting a well-armed paparazzi to hide just
before a Protector was scheduled to arrive.
It didnÕt stop there. Virtually all of
the wily merchants of BinkleyÕs World took advantage of the ProtectorsÕ
appalling naivetŽ with regard to clothes. They used the opportunity to unload a
bunch of useless junk on them—at horribly inflated prices.
On top of all that, word had gotten out about ShadÕrahÕs upcoming sexual duel with Aurean known as Ediphus Wrecks. Nobody was supposed to know about it outside the Integration Program, but the Aureans, predictably, fell all over themselves bragging about Ed and his capabilities, even while the Velorians steadfastly maintained a dignified, if strained silence.
It could have happened only on BinkleyÕs World, where mostly inexperienced Protectors – the majority of them auxiliary class – had been drawn into a social experiment without ever being asked, without ever being prepared.
Unlike the Protectors of old, who almost invariably served alone on their assigned worlds and might never see fellow Velorians save for Messengers on their rounds, most of the auxiliaries of BinkleyÕs World had been rushed through training and then thrown together into their new assignment – a new kind of assignment.
Unlike the Protectors of old, they had not been born to a destiny. They had not, like the P1 daughters of great families, grown up knowing that, when they turned 16, they must force open the Great Door if they could -- and accept whatever came after. They did not have the support of their families, or of glorious (if often tragic) family tradition.
They had only themselves. They might be gorgeous and powerful and invulnerable, but they were also na•ve, susceptible – like ordinary young people everywhere – to fads and fashions and foolery. That including the foolery of competing for men – well, one man. The Protectors of old had never had to lack for male attention.
* * *
Now word had come that the Messenger they
all awaited was arriving on a transport carrier. None of the Protectors knew
what this meant, although they supposed that he must have been instructed to
save all his orgone for them, rather than expend even a drop of it flying here
under his own power.
Every Protector not on duty was present
at the passenger debarking platform. Those who couldnÕt be present were
represented by 3-D holograms of themselves.
ÒAll right Protectors,Ó BeaÕtrice announced
to call her group to order, Òwe want this messenger alive. Understood?Ó
Every blonde head that was physically present
dutifully nodded.
ÒSo there will be no spontaneous sex when he gets
off,Ó Bea instructed with care.
ChaÕrise raised her hand.
ÒYes, Cha?Ó Bea acknowledged.
ÒHow can he get off without sex?Ó ChaÕrise wished to
know.
ÒA joke that bad should put you at the back of the
line,Ó said Bea, who continued with the business at hand.
ÒThere will be no chest smothering,Ó she instructed further,
Òno groin greetings.Ó
She paused here to adopt a significant look of dire
warning that was lost to none.
ÒAnd there will be - no . . . flying leg locks,Ó she
stressed to add.
ÒHoly Galen,Ó CassÕandra whispered to
BrittÕa, ÒsheÕs just took all the meaning out of a simple, ÔHelloÕ.Ó
DebÕra raised a hand. Bea acknowledged her with a
nod.
ÒCan he greet us in traditional Velorian fashion, man
to woman?Ó she asked.
ÒIf he so chooses,Ó Bea answered.
There were several sighs of relief. All of them had
sorely missed their breasts being casually fondled.
ÒAt least we might get some-thing out of
it,Ó a notably irked MarÕgo noted. ÒI donÕt know about anyone else,Ó said
MonÕique, Òbut if he puts his paws on me, I fully intend to breathe deep, and
lean in.Ó
BeaÕtrice looked over
the Protectors under her charge.
ÒI assume that you all
have your attribute concealments of choice?Ó she inquired.
Again, the blonde
heads nodded. The holograms were already concealed.
ÒI have it on good authority that the
area has been secured for us,Ó reported Bea, Òso you may don your concealments
at your leisure without risk of being photographed.Ó
The Protectors went about concealing
their most alluring attributes with the concealments they had chosen. The
atmosphere was tense, however, with several of them frequently casting nervous
glances over their shoulders. The paparazzi had been merciless at catching
these poor girls dressed, and all of them had learned to be ever wary.
ÒThe areaÕs secured . . . the areaÕs
secured,Ó FaÕun recited like a mantra, her hands trembling as she struggled to
put on her concealment. ÒThe areaÕs secured . . . Ò
ÒIt damned well better be,Ó CarÕol
promised to her neighbor, who happened to be KathÕy, Òbecause if I see one
photog, my tits are going to be the last things he lays eyes on.Ó
TraÕcy gave her Velorian sister a knowing smirk that
was somewhat smug.
ÒYou donÕt lay eyes, dummy,Ó she duly informed CarÕol
of the all too obvious, Òyou lay hands.Ó
LÕyn had to smile.
ÒI lay lovers,Ó she slyly divulged.
HeaÕther looked at LÕyn askance.
ÒQuite the hot-twat, arenÕt you,Ó she noted.
LÕyn turned her smile HeaÕtherÕs way.
ÒCome up, and see me sometime,Ó she dared. ÒIÕll put
blisters on your tongue.Ó
The ready light suddenly went on above
the debarking platform. The space craftÕs passenger door was about to be
opened.
ÒHeÕs coming!Ó BeaÕtrice hailed to alert the group.
The seal of the airlock hissed as it released. The
door of the craft slid open. Every Protector held her breath.
Passengers began to emerge, both humanoid,
and alien. Friends, and relatives beamed, and waved, and scurried to hug
several of the arrivees. The Protectors stood in stoic formation amid the happy
confusion. When most of the others had dispersed, there appeared in the
transportÕs doorway a man of singular appearance.
He was tallish -- like a Velorian male,
and he was blonde—like a Velorian male, and he had a long pole -- held in
the grip of one hand. The pole was gently tapered from butt to tip, standing at
slightly greater than the manÕs height, and had what looked like a spool of
plastic string with a crank attached to its lower end. The man was dressed not
unlike a Velorian male of advanced years, and looked to be of an age becoming
to experience. He wore a hat decorated with a dense variety of baubles that
looked—to a Protector—invitingly lethal.
ÒIs that . . . him?Ó KathÕy wondered
quietly.
ÒCould be as well as not,Ó was as far as
MarÕtha was willing to venture.
ÒIÕve heard of wearing your heart on your
sleeve,Ó CassÕandra observed of the manÕs curious, but interesting hat, Òbut
wearing your sex toys on your head? ThatÕs a new one on me.Ó
ÒSee that sharp, three pronged number by his left
temple?Ó asked ShellÕy.
ÒOh yeah . . . ,Ó oozed MonÕique. ÒMmmm I would not
mind feeling that.Ó
ÒSounds like youÕre feeling it already,Ó BrittÕa
noted.
ÒNot—at—aaaaallll,Ó MonÕique continued to
ooze.
ÒEah,Ó LÕyn sneered, ÒIÕd probably get two strokes
out of it before it melted.Ó
The platform was all but deserted now,
save for the Protectors. No one else emerged from the craft. There was just the
lone blonde man standing in the doorway with his strange looking hat, and his
strange looking pole, and his overall look of . . . much experience.
BeaÕtrice swallowed hard, then stepped forward to
manage introductions.
ÒAre you,Ó she tentatively inquired of the man, Òthe
. . . messenger?Ó
ÒYup!Ó the man barked in a friendly way. ÒThatÕs me!Ó
BeaÕtrice smiled her diplomatic best.
ÒThe Auxiliary Protectors of BinkleyÕs World extend
you welcome,Ó she officially greeted the messenger, and then she appeared to
wait expectantly.
ÒUh, BrÕuce,Ó said the Messenger, hastening to take
up the slack left by BeaÕs subtle prompt. ÒThe name is BrÕuce.Ó
He extended his hand to Bea, which she accepted.
While this was going on, TraÕcy cast a suspicious look toward FaÕun, who stood
nearby.
ÒIÕm group leader BeaÕtrice,Ó Bea identified herself
to BruÕce, then she turned to present her group to him.
ÒAnd these,Ó she informed BrÕuce with an inclusive
wave of her free hand, Òare your Protectors.Ó
There they were; over a dozen of them.
Protectors; every one. Each the pinnacle of physical perfection—gorgeous
beyond words, desirable beyond words, insatiable . . . beyond words - giving,
and demanding . . . uh, beyond words. The array of womanly beauty that stood
before him—there for him alone—their genetically gifted bodies
aching for that most primitive form of fulfillment—it was enough to take
any manÕs breath away, rendering him . . . beyond words.
But this was no ordinary man—not
that he was a man of words. He was a very special man. He was a Velorian
messenger - a member of that particular breed of human male bred, and trained
to serve a Velorian ProtectorÕs particular requirements. He was a man who could
rise to any occasion. A solid man—upstanding, and outstanding—a
pillar of strength. A man who would neither bend to pressure, yield under
stress, or go off half-cocked. He was a man of endurance, a man of resilience
and he was hung like aÉ.
They didnÕt have a word for Òhorse.Ó
BrÕuce looked out over the smorgasbord of
erotic confections that stood before him, and he found cause to smile, and he
found cause to sigh.
Three more years to retirement.
ÒHokay,Ó he raised his voice to announce, clapping
his hands together to give them a sturdy rub, ÒwhoÕs first?Ó
ÒThe privilege of selecting who will be your first,
BrÕuce,Ó Bea quietly explained to him, Òis all yours.Ó
BrÕuce eyed the ProtectorsÕ Group Leader.
ÒYa donÕt say,Ó he addressed her somewhat warily.
Bea gave him a knowing smile.
ÒHokay,Ó BrÕuce reiterated cautiously, ÒletÕs see
what we got here.Ó
BrÕuce once more surveyed his private
menu of Nordic, blonde perfection. HeÕd seen Protectors uniformed before, and,
of course, heÕd seen Protectors nude, but heÕd never seen Protectors who looked
like this bunch.
There was one who wore a pair of earmuffs
over her ears. This struck BrÕuce as odd, because the climate of BinkleyÕs
World was really quite pleasant, aside from which, she was a Velorian
Protector. Ten thousand degrees above, or below zero shouldnÕtÕve make a wit of
difference to her.
CanÕt mean sheÕs
really frigid, in her head any more than in....
Another wore a scarf
tied around her lower face in such a way as to effectively cover her mouth.
A poster girl for oral
hygiene if I ever saw one, BrÕuce surmised.
Yet another Protector had achieved the
same effect, though with greater economy of means, by applying a thin film of
brightly colored paste to her mouth.
Green lips, BrÕuce noted, then, yeah right . . .
One had had the novel idea of using paint to conceal
the nails of her hands, and feet.
ThereÕs something to be said for pastel, BrÕuce
considered, unfortunately she doesnÕt say it.
Another had taken a broad band of steel, and wrapped
it around her waist in order to hide her navel.
She ever hear of a belt? BrÕuce wondered.
Another had simply ÔpluggedÕ her belly button with a
borrowed jewel, and some sturdy glue. Some girlsÕll do anything to have an
Ôoutie.Õ
Another had tied some strands of string about her
pelvis in order to fasten a pretty flower to her sacrum.
A G-string without the ÔGÕ.
There was even one Protector who wore a pair of bunny
slippers on her feet.
That stumped BrÕuce, who didnÕt even know about the
local equivalent of a bunny, let alone slippers.
After heÕd gotten a look at a number of
his new Protectors, BrÕuce had cause to think, These girls need to get out more
often.
And then he saw . . . her. A Protector so
singular in appearance that she easily stood out from the rest. A Protector
unlike any he had ever known before. A Protector of such compelling allure,
such captivating mystery, such Damn! She ainÕt even usinÕ pheromones!
Of their own, BrÕuceÕs legs began to
move, bringing him closer to the mysterious Protector. He let his experienced
eyes linger over her Supremis form; from the toes of her gorgeous feet, to her
long, muscular legs, to a pelvis that contained the power of the universe, and
which possessed the knowledge to use that power to its fullest, to the
deliciously tapered, yet strongly modeled waist, to the expansive chest with
all of its full, ripe curves, the magnificent breasts with all of their full,
ripe curves, the supple arms, the broad, powerful shoulders, the brown paper
bag over her head.
CharÕlene watched the Messenger looking
at her. She thrilled within the secure confines of her concealment. Of all the
available, enhanced Velorian women there for his choosing, the messenger had
seen her alone - had approached her alone—and it hadnÕt been her tits, or
her pussy that had attracted him - not even the sum of her entire, groin
wrenchingly beautiful, nude Supremis body had caught his eye! But it was her
face - her most alluring attribute—her face . . . the one part of her he
could not see.
ÒWhatÕs in the bag?Ó
BrÕuce asked the mysteriously veiled Protector.
CharÕlene blushed! She
was so happy!
ÒWouldnÕt you like to
know?Ó she managed to reply in an even tone.
BrÕuce scrutinized the
eyes he could see just beyond the surface of the bag. He smiled amiably.
ÒWell, yes I would
actually,Ó he responded, Òotherwise I wouldnÕtÕve asked.Ó
CharÕlene was positively tingling with
excitement! She was certain that he was interested in her! - that he wanted
her! - she so hope.
ÒLet me be your first,Ó she promised,
Òand IÕll reveal all to you.Ó
BrÕuce weighed every one of the mysterious
ProtectorÕs words most carefully. Even without pheromones, hers proved to be an
offer he could not resist.
ÒOkay,Ó he said, ÒIÕll bite.Ó
ÒI hope so!Ó CharÕlene exclaimed before she realized
it.
And so it was done. The MessengerÕs first
lover had been chosen. BeaÕtrice pressed a button on the control she had, and
the holograms vanished, then she whisked BrÕuce away to his quarters while he
was still in one piece.
The other Protectors gathered around
CharÕlene to congratulate her. Though disappointed for themselves, they were
genuinely happy for her. All of them pressed their breasts to hers in the
sincerest gesture of Velorian good faith. CharÕlene thanked every one of her
sisters, and even felt the awkward need to apologize for her good fortune.
ÒAh!Ó LÕyn admonished her. ÒNone of that.Ó
ÒBut we do expect a full report of every caress, and
every kiss,Ó said MarÕgo.
ÒAnd every thrust, donÕt forget,Ó BrittÕa added.
ÒAnd every nip, and every bite.Ó
ÒAlong with the start, and stop points of every trail
his tongue makes on your body.Ó
ÒExact location, including tongue wetness, tongue
pressure, pauses to swirl, lash, or vibrate.Ó
ÒAnd where he does these, of course.Ó
ÒAnd for how long.Ó
ÒAnd how hard.Ó
ÒGirls! Girls!Ó FaÕun hastened to interject. ÒItÕs
okay. I made up a check sheet.Ó
The thing was as thick as a telephone book. The
winner was duly bestowed.
ÒGee, guys, I really appreciate this,Ó
Char granted, though doubtfully, Òbut I think IÕm gonna be a little . . . busy,
yÕknow.Ó
MonÕique took her by the shoulders to
regard her seriously.
ÒCharÕlie,Ó she said, Òbefore any job is
finished, ya gotta do the paper work.Ó
* * *
Paperwork was the last thing on JamesÕ mind that day. Memos and
messages accumulated in his office unread. Calls went unanswered. He was only
vaguely aware of what was going on outside his quarters.
ÒTurnabout is fair play,Ó Bidu teased. "Can you take the
heat?"
It was only after he had undressed her with his eyes the day before
that she had told him she could return he favor. All he had to do was find some
old clothes for the occasion, and heÕd complied – he wanted to keep his
uniform, which didnÕt – like a ProtectorÕs -- have to be made from nearly
indestructible vitamartix Something casual would do.
James assumed the position – hands on hips – in the
same room where he had burned off her own clothes. Wearing a long-sleeve shirt,
pants and underwear, he stood proudly but with a smile on his face as her eyes
lit up – literally. She hadnÕt always known that she had heat vision; neither
had James. They had discovered it only after she had been tested at the
Academy, and she still hadnÕt mastered it when they had parted on Velor.
But she was a master now. She started slow, aiming at his chest. A
frail would have felt only a warm glow, and James didnÕt even feel that. But
when his shirt began to smolder, he could see the smoke rising past his eyes as
he gazed into hers. As she stepped up her power, it burned away, along with the
undershirt beneath. He looked now; the flames were working their way down his
pants, and within seconds his superhard cock burst through them, aimed at his
wife – like a compass needle pointed true North.
Bidu lowered her eyes then, concentrating on his shaft. Red hot it
grew, then yellow and finally white. Even Vendorian steel would have softened
by now, but JamesÕ manhood grew even harder, if that were possible, and its aim
never wavered. It felt deliciously warm now, and James felt deliciously warm
inside at the thought of her love – and of what she was about to do now.
With the grace of an acrobat, she leaped towards him, spreading her
legs and making a perfect landing, her cunt engulfing his glowing cock. Steam
burst from around it as she took him to the hilt, her pleasure buds reveling in
the sensation even as James reveled in her tightness. Invulnerable cock and
invulnerable cunt exploded with pleasure and then exploded again, and again.
And that was before they even began thrusting.
And that was only the start of another day of Velorian love, love
more intense and prolonged than any a frail could even imagine.
James had things he needed to tell Bidu. They went unsaid. Bidu had
things she needed to tell James. They too went unsaid. They had all the time in
the world for each other -- they thought. But events were closing in on them.
Some they knew nothing of, but should have.
* * *
OonÕah, and Xanthra decided to go for a
swim that afternoon after OonÕah had gotten off duty. They were still dealing
with a lot of flack from the Aurean Primes about being assigned to the Velorian
civilians, and the Protectors were putting in their two credits worth over
being ÒstuckÓ with the Aurean Betas. Both of the Supremis found that they were
getting a lot of practice in the diplomatic art of smoothing ruffled feathers.
They went to the shore of the White Lady
Sea where there had once been a popular spa. The Aureans had destroyed it for a
minor infraction while the planet was under Empire rule. The resort was on the
Binkleyan agenda for reconstruction, but fresh drinking water, and Vandorian
steel both claimed a higher priority at the time. Still, even though in ruins,
Binkleyans gravitated to the idyllic haven of sun, surf, and sand.
ÒAre you going swimming in your uniform?Ó
Xanthra asked her Velorian as they made their way.
The corners of OonÕahÕs mouth pursed as
she gave her Aurean a droll look. Being the only Protector hardly ever seen nude
in public did leave her open to a certain amount of ragging.
ÒNo, silly,Ó she answered succinctly.
ÒIÕm not going to wear my uniform to swim.Ó
ÒYou mean,Ó Xanthra gasped with elaborate
affect, ÒyouÕre going to . . . youÕre actually going t - oh Skietra, I feel
faint - I mean, just the thought of - no . . . itÕs too much - it canÕt be true
. . . IÕm trembling - are you really - I mean . . . really—Ò
OonÕah suppressed a giggle, then took her hand into
her own, and Xanthra instantly shut up.
ÒI have a swim suit,Ó she related quietly.
They walked along, hand in hand, thrilling in each
otherÕs company.
ÒHowÕs ShadÕar doing?Ó Xanthra asked after a time.
ÒYou mean, ShadÕrah?Ó
ÒMm, yeah. Sorry.Ó
OonÕah sighed.
ÒNot good,Ó said OonÕah.
The AureanÕs jaw tightened as she looked out over the
water.
ÒEdÕs getting bigger, bolder and badder by the day,Ó
she said.
OonÕah looked her way.
ÒIs he giving you trouble?Ó
Xanthra lowered her eyes. A little smile played
briefly along her lips.
ÒHe knows better,Ó she almost whispered.
ÒThe match is tomorrow night,Ó said OonÕah vacantly.
Xanthra gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, hoping to
relieve some of the oppressive care.
They found ShadÕrah sunning herself on
the escarpment. Her hair flowed down from the back of her reclining head like a
gentle sea of straw colored waves. Even in complete repose, she glowed with the
vitality of life perfected.
They saw the glorious symbiosis of life
in what they observed as ShaÕdrah presented her naked self to the sun in humble
homage, and she allowed the sun to worship her. She was as perfect an example
as could be had of the fabled Velorian maternity engine firing on all
cylinders. Even by Velorian standards she was remarkable - her beauty . . .
flawless.
ÒSheÕs so young,Ó OonÕah observed with
somber wistfulness.
Xanthra felt her loverÕs feeling. She
clutched the tapered muscle at the base of OonÕahÕs shoulder, and gave it a
firm squeeze. ÒJust like we once were, huh Puss?Ó she offered softly.
The two of them stood by watching the youth in
silence for awhile.
ÒOld Aurean proverb,Ó Xanthra recalled, ÒÕAny
Protector can be made to submitÕ.Ó
OonÕah knew of it, but had never wanted to believe
it. Now, however, she wondered.
ÒOld Velorian proverb,Ó she offered as a contrast,
ÒÕAny Protector can be made to ascendÕ.Ó
Xanthra thought this over in the spirit of
comparison.
ÒHm,Ó she murmured, ÒitÕs an interesting variation.Ó
ÒSubmission - death,Ó said OonÕah, Òto us there is no
difference.Ó
Xanthra frowned. She looked askance at OonÕah.
ÒWho said anything about ÔdeathÕ?Ó she asked.
OonÕah turned to regard her other.
ÒThatÕs what ascension is, isnÕt it?Ó she inquired.
ÒAscension to a higher plane after death?Ó
The AureanÕs frown deepened.ÓFor frails,
yes,Ó she answered. ÒOr so they say. But does the same apply to us? And does it
apply in the same way?Ó
This got OonÕah thinking. She looked back
at ShadÕrah. ÒSo . . . what does ÔascensionÕ mean to us?Ó she wondered.
ÒWell,Ó Xanthra offered, Òthe term ÔascendÕ means
ÔupliftÕ . . . Ôto raise upÕ . . . Ôhigher.ÕÓ
OonÕah still looked at ShadÕrah, but she no longer
saw her.
Ò . . . ÔhigherÕ . . . ,Ó she seemed to ask, Ò . . .
in what way . . . ?Ó
Ò . . . ÔupliftÕ . . . ,Ó Xanthra murmured
thoughtfully, Ò . . . Ôto raise upÕ . . . Ò
Ò . . . from death . . . Ò
Ò . . . but for those who canÕt be killed - Ò
Ò. . .
by any other than extraordinary means.Ó
They were now looking intently at one another. More
so than they had before. They were on the verge of something, and both of them
knew it.
ÒUplift . . . Ò said Xanthra in the breathless voice
of shared epiphany.
* *
*
"Before we get carried
away," Bidu said to his face between her breasts, "I have news from
home."
JamesÕ eyes rolled up to
observe her face.
"Umphumph," he
replied.
Bidu rolled her eyes in
exaspiration, then gripped the hair at the back of his head, and used it to
pull him from the depths of her cleavage.
"Repeat that," she
instructed him drolly.
"Really?" James
complied.
"Umhm."
Satisfied, Bidu returned his
face to her bosom, holding the back of his head to encourage him to settle in.
"Alisa's contacted your
mother," she told him.
"Umph! . . . gumph! -
umbph!"
She let him struggle a bit
before releasing him - that should teach him 'empty', and 'meaningless'.
"What!?" James
gasped at her when he was finally free to speak.
"Your sister,
Alisa," Bidu related. "She's contacted your mother."
Memories flooded back to him
of his younger sister - the troubles she'd brought upon herself . . . her
exile.
"How is she?" he so
wished to know.
"She has a family
now," Bidu told him. "A husband, and three little ones."
"Three!" James
exclaimed. "Goodness, I'm an uncle thrice over all of a sudden."
"They named their first
born Lillith," Bidu went on to say. "She wants to become a
Protector."
"No way," James
scoffed. "Never happen - especially not after - "
"Alisa's heard about the
amnesty Velor has offered," said Bidu, cutting him off. "She knows
that it's provisions apply to her, and that those same provisions apply equally to her
descendents."
"Still," James
cautioned, "Regardless of the girl's parentage she is not a native of
Velor, because she was born off planet. That alone would eliminate her from the
Protector program. Aside from that she's nature bred. Any flaws in her gene
sets have not been corrected by the Maternity Engine. And if that isn't enough,
she's being raised, and educated in a foreign culture -- i.e., none Velorian.
Even were she being tutored by the best Velorian teachers, her loyalties would
always be suspect."
"Now that you've quoted
chapter, and verse of protocol," Bidu granted him in a tired way,
"Mom says that things are changing on Velor."
"'Mom'?"
"Your mother - my mother in law - Naomi," his wife attempted to specify.
Sometimes her man could be so
dense.
"Don't forget," she
then continued, "that not too long ago, my enhancement would have been not only
illegal, but cause for high treason, and punishable by death."
"But you're a
Legionnaire," James reminded her. "And Legionnaires aren't
Protectors."
"Yet," said Bidu as
a statement.
James had to smile, and hold
her close. He knew she was playing devil's advocate.
"Don't get your hopes
up, babe," he told her seriously, but in good humor. "The Velorian
senate isn't going to move that fast."
Bidu became still, then she
slowly drew herself away from him just enough to give him a significant look,
and then she waited.
Aaaaaannd she waited . . .
"Is it?" James
began to wonder.
Bidu burst out laughing. Her
entire body shivered from thrill as she took him, and snuggled, and snuggled.
She'd had him, they knew it, and they loved for it. James thrilled at his minx,
and the feel of her wonderful body against him. Still, he gave her bottom a
resounding *THWACK* -- to teach her a lesson, of course -- and Bidu squealed,
and snuggled the more. She would've been very disappointed if he hadn't disciplined her.
"Seriously though,"
James broke in on Bidu's tender, but determined offerings of affection,
"what does mom make of this?"
"Personally," Bidu
related, "she couldn't be happier to have a Protector for a
granddaughter."
ÒI sure hope we can make it
to the Rites.Ó
ÒIs there a problem?Ó
ÒBinkleyÕs World is always a
problem, as youÕve doubtless heard.Ó
ÒIÕve heardÉÓ Bidu said, but
went no further.
ÒStill, it could be worse.
The programÕs working – after a fashion. BeaÕtrice tells me theyÕve got a
sporting match set up for tonight – Protector versus Prime. Strictly
sparring, of course. She thinks our champion will take theirs. Good for morale.
TheyÕll need some, what with their getting only one Messenger. Ò
ÒIÕve heard about that, too.Ó
ÒMaybe we need an auxiliary
Messenger Corps,Ó James opined. ÒSome of those bureaucrats back on Velor donÕt
know dick about what we need out here.Ó
They donÕt know dick about
a lot of things happening here, he thought. But he didnÕt want to talk about that – not
yet. He had to make his case, and make them understand. It helped to be the
son-in-law of the prime minister, of course. It would help even more to have
Bidu as his messenger. SheÕd come through for him. He was sure of it.
*
* *
From the beach, OonÕah, and
Xanthra had hastened to OonÕahÕs office where her computer could access the
main Velorian database. What theyÕd realized had both of them so buzzed they
felt like theyÕd just had sex.
ÒGives
a whole new meaning to the phrase, ÔFucking with your headÕÓ, Xanthra noted.
As soon as theyÕd arrived at
her Ôglorified broom closetÕ, as OonÕah called it, sheÕd brought up VelorÕs
main page, accessed the main database, then began working her way inside. After
more than an hour of wading through classified procedures, and documents,
OonÕah got to the file she wanted, but she also found that it was forbidden.
ÒYou
got an access code?Ó Xanthra asked over her shoulder.
ÒIÕve
got several,Ó OonÕah answered.
She began, but quickly found
herself stymied. One code after another failed to remove the forbidden block.
It wasnÕt long before OonÕah had exhausted a carefully harvested personal stash
of codes sheÕd only moments before been
proud of.
ÒThis stuff must really be sensitive,Ó she was none
too pleased to admit.
Xanthra looked at OonÕah thoughtfully.
ÒTo who?Ó she inquired academically.
She took over OonÕahÕs keypad.
ÒMaybe thereÕs a back door to this,Ó she wondered
quietly.
Xanthra shifted the computer into
language input mode, then pecked away at blinding speed for several thousand
strokes. When she was finished a few seconds later, she shifted the machine
back into communal mode, leaned back and then said, ÒThere.Ó
OonÕah sat forward to look at the screen, and then
she sat back again.
ÒThere - what?Ó she wanted to know.
Xanthra looked back at the screen.
ÒOops,Ó she said.
She executed a final key stroke.
ÒSorry.Ó
OonÕah looked back to the screen to see a
cascade of multi colored pixels raining down beneath its surface similar to
video ÔsnowÕ. Like colored pixels started to fix themselves on the screen, and
a background began to appear. After a few seconds, lettering took shape. When
it was through, bold type stared back at her from the screen.
ÒÕBeware whoever ventures in,ÕÓ she read.
The two quietly regarded one another for a moment,
or, possibly, even two.
Xanthra smiled.
ÒFeeling venturesome?Ó she inquired of OonÕah
lightly.
OonÕah wasnÕt sure about an Aurean comfort
unit being able to hack a secured Velorian data base.
ÒRemind me to debrief you one of these days,Ó she
said.
The pad of her forefinger struck the ÔenterÕ key.
ÒWoah, this stuff is old,Ó she immediately noted when
the first page appeared. ÒItÕs in old Velorian. Whoever recorded it sure didn't
want to make things easy for us.Ó
Old Velorian had been heavily influenced by Galen,
and had been used only for ceremonial purposes since their departure, like
Latin in the Catholic Church on distant Earth.
ÒLooks like it was written on parchment,Ó Xanthra
observed.
ÒIt was probably scanned into the data
base from the original document,Ó OonÕah ventured to speculate.
The two of them spent some moments studying the
ancient text.
ÒÕThesi n sof ka tiezu rinÕ,Ó Xanthra hesitantly read
aloud. ÒYou know what that means?Ó
ÒNot really,Ó OonÕah admitted freely. ÒLet me put it
through a translator.
* * *
The site chosen for the grudge match
between Ed and ShadÕrah was an old, space raid shelter at a remote site outside
the capital. Nestled in the clearing of a wooded area, it was an above ground
structure of steel clad concrete that had four foot thick walls.
The bare interior was roughly fifteen by
thirty feet with a twenty foot high ceiling. In preparation for its new-found
use, all stored items had been removed, and every opening was carefully sealed
shut. A new door was installed at the entryway --
made of an experimental grade of Vendorian steel the Binkleyans wanted to test.
An eighty-foot high scaffolding
had been hastily erected a hundred feet from the front of the shelter to keep
out media and the general public at bay. This was supposed to an Integration
Program event, open only to Velorians, Aureans and such Binkleyans as had been
partnered.
A Binkleyan
judging panel would monitor the proceedings. The Protectors were charged with
maintaining crowd control, and seeing to public safety. They were outfitted
with comlinks so that Group Leader Bea'trice could receive information, and
issue instructions to any one, or all of them, anywhere on the site.
The Aureans
were allowed to mingle with the crowd on condition that they behaved
themselves. A number of Beta Civs were on hand to help keep them in line. Those
unlucky Protectors assigned to space patrol that night were accommodated with
comlinks that would give them updates on the match. It being the Velorian
messenger's first night of official duty on Binkley's World, Char'lene was
granted liberty for the night.
Ed arrived
amid a sizable entourage of typically strutting Primes, and typically subdued
Betas. They treated him like a champion upon whom conferring victory was a mere
formality. Given the Aureans notoriety for being 'good for a quote', the media
swarmed around them like flies drawn to dung.
"By
morning there will be one less Velorian cunt in the universe," Ed
declared.
His clacque
could not agree to this vociferously enough.
Equal time
was grudgingly given to the Velorians. Their dignified manner, as well as their
overall attitude of calm throughout the media's coverage leading up to the
event had not exactly been a ratings bonanza. The fact that no Protector would
consent to being interviewed while wearing cloths didn't help matters.
"We
are confident that Shad'rah will represent her people in the best Velorian
tradition," Bea'trice quietly granted the microphones shoved in her face.
All the
Protectors were beautifully turned out in their uniforms. They'd gathered
behind Bea as a show of solidarity, forming a lovely background for their
leader.
It was noted
that Shad'rah had not yet arrived at the event site.
Bea
attractively averted her eyes, and smiled shyly. When she looked back to the
cameras, she said, "It's a woman's prerogative to be late for a
date."
That was a
convenient cover, but, in point of actual fact, no one knew where Shad'rah was.
With every aspect of her training for the match having gone so lamentably bad,
the Velorians were afraid the youth may have panicked at the last minute, and
split for parts unknown. Were that the case, and she didn't show, Ed would be
declared the winner by default.
When
Shad'rah's absence was first discovered, the Protectors had heatedly debated
whether to search for her, or to simply trust that she would come. A vote among
them had narrowly decided on trust. Now, however, it was getting late, and
there was still no sign of her. None of them had a clue as to the young
Protector's whereabouts, but there were two who knew exactly where Shad'rah
was, and where she'd been for several hours.
* * *
"Hi,
Goose!"
"Xanthra!"
Shad'rah greeted the strange Aurean with surprise a moment before caution took
hold. "Where's Oon'ah?" she then inquired warily.
"I'm right
her, Shaddie," Oon'ah assured the youth as she appeared in the doorway of
the Protector's barracks. "So . . . it's okay."
They knew
Shad'rah was alone in the barracks - ostensibly to prepare herself mentally for
her night with Ed. All the other Protectors were either on duty, or busy making
final preparations for that night.
Oon'ah seemed
nervous, and ill-at-ease.
"Could
we, uh . . . see you for a minute?" she asked Shad'rah for herself, and
Xanthra.
"Sure,"
the young Protector agreed most amiably.
She stepped
outside to join the pair. At ounce, Xanthra began to make herself familiar.
"Mm, you
got nice buns for a limpy," she oozed.
Shad'rah turned
to face the Aurean.
"Xanthra,"
she forthrightly requested, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me
that."
The words were
scarcely out of her mouth when Shad'rah felt a ring close 'round her neck. A
heavy mental fog immediately overtook her accompanied by oppressive physical
weakness, and unbidden sexual arousal. Instinctively she knew that the thing
around her neck was an unbroken band of gold.
"Wha -
?"
Crack!
Xanthra drove
her fist against the girl's cheek. Shad'rah fell back. Oon'ah caught her from
behind. Disoriented as she was, Shad'rah rightly perceived threat. She
struggled to stand - tried to fight back. Xanthra took the flailing youth in
arms, and held her.
"Get the
other band on 'er!" she ordered.
Despite her
wearing protective gloves, Oon'ah's hands shook as she took a ring of pure gold
from the lead lined pouch she had. It was exactly like the first ring. She
undid the clasp, then encircled Shad'rah's neck with it.
Once the second
band was closed Shad'rah was overcome with nausea. More of her mind deserted
her. She raised her hands to her throat, but couldn't remember how to make her
fingers work.
"Give 'er
to me," said Oon'ah.
Xanthra
complied. Oon'ah took the barely conscious girl, and held her up as Xanthra
closed her fist again. Through severely faded vision, Shad'rah saw a face, and
dark, black hair.
"Why?"
she scarcely breathed.
CRACK!
She collapsed in
Oon'ah's arms, and moved no more.
"It's for
your own good," Xanthra told the unconscious youth, working out her
fingers.
Her eyes shifted
to focus on Oon'ah. She saw her look of pained concern. It was a shared look --
a shared feeling, that neither of them wanted.
"At least
we hope so," Oon'ah said.
* * *
They could
feel her presence long before they saw her. There was something -- no, someone in the air. She appeared out of the distance toward the
mountains, the overpowering impression of her being multiplying as she neared -
the fact of her excluding all else from every living consciousness. All watched
her come - none could do else. Shad'rah made her final approach to lightly
touch her feet to the ground near the shelter.
At once an
impenetrable wall of Velorian Protectors surrounded the youth. "We were
getting worried," a tense Hea'ther quietly told Shad'rah.
"Hea'ther,
stow it," Bea'trice ordered.
Those closest looked the girl over. There was something - no, someone. So powerful! Such presence they'd never known before.
"Are
you okay, Shaddie?" Fa'un cautiously inquired.
"Fa'un,"
Bea merely warned.
She
regarded the girl carefully, and then again more carefully.
"Shad'rah?"
she whispered to address her.
Shad'rah
slowly turned Bea's way. She might have heard her - might have not. She might
have seen her - might have not. It was impossible to tell, but there was no
denying the power of her life.
Bea felt
her – felt her!
The girl's mere presence nearly overwhelmed her. Bea found herself struggling
not to throw away restraint - to throw it all away! - to share! There! Now! And
she could tell at that moment that Shad'rah was as ready for this contest as
she would ever be.
"Skietra
be with you," said Bea, a sure smile toying about her lips. She lightly
clutched Shad'rah's arm, and was almost stunned to feel a jolt of life surge
through her. It was wondrous! Glorious! Velorian.
With
neither word nor notice, Shad'rah left
her. She walked directly to the entry of the shelter. All concerned made
respectful way for her -- except the Beta civs. They assailed her with a barrage of questions. Shad'rah passed them by with
neither word, or notice.
"Any
last words, Shad'rah!" one demanded of her.
In an
instant his hand held grew so hot he had to drop it. He looked to see a fading
redness in L'yn's eyes.
"One
more question like that," she assured, "and I'll scramble that shit
in your head you call brains."
Bea
watched Shad'rah go, holding the hand she'd touched her with as she lightly
worked the fingers. Ba'be noticed, and drew near.
"Bea,
is she all right?" she directly asked her.
Bea
watched after Shad'rah. She watched after her.
"Suddenly,"
she answered Ba'be with the vagueness of one preoccupied, "there's
something more to her than I expected."
All who'd
gathered watched Shad'rah go. Velorian, Aurean, Binkleyan. At the door, Ed
greeted her with gallant mockery. Shad'rah passed him by to enter the shelter
with neither word, or notice.
The
Protectors silently mourned as they watched the black interior take her from
view. They were certain it would be the last they'd see of her -- the last time
any of them would see the beautiful girl alive. They admired the calm with
which she went to certain death. They were proud of her.
Ed quaffed
the dregs from a vial of Aurean mead that had been given him. His clack joined
him in barking the Aurean mating call, then he waved to the cameras, and crowd
as he turned, and sauntered his way into the shelter.
The new
test grade Vendorian steel door was closed, and the Binkleyan judges began
securing the many latches, and locks. While this was going on, the chief judge
made a general announcement that the door was to remain locked until the
following dawn, upon which it would be opened, and the winner of the match
determined. The judges quickly finished with the door, but no sooner was the
final lock in place then there was heard an unBinkleyan *WHAM!* from within the
shelter, and the convex impression of a human form appeared in the length of
the door.
The sight
prompted a number of Protectors to prayer.
* * *
Char'lene
extinguished the heat ray from her eyes as the final candle lit. Everything was
ready. The place, the dinner, her. She carefully surveyed her preparations.
She'd squandered more than a month's worth of credits on her evening. She'd
stayed an extra hour in her trip to the sun - and then an hour more.
She wanted
to be sure that there would be no mistaking her intentions. Her stupendous body
overfilled her evening dress to the point of audibly straining some seams. It
was black, and covered her from her breasts to her ankles. It cradled the full
taper of her back, and molded perfectly over the many contours of her tummy.
She liked the way she looked -- the way the garment hugged her. She was
confident that she could burst completely out of it at just the proper moment.
So what if it had cost more than a week of credits. For the evening she had
planned, the expense would be more than worth it.
A
little dinner, and then . . .
The
stitching in her darts began to stretch apart suddenly. Char'lene clutched her
breasts very firmly.
Down girl ! she thought at her body. Don't want to
have a blowout - at least not yet.
She fought
to control herself, smoothing the dress over her waist, and hips. She studied
her reflection.
Adornment
does add to a woman's allure, she concluded.
In future,
she resolved to go nude whenever she was off duty - except for very special occasions.
. . .
special . . . occasion . . .
Her dress
began to strain again.
Ugh! she thought. I have to fight for
control so I can loose control - doesn't make sense. Maybe I should put the
gold on now, she
considered.
There was
a knock on the door.
Char'lene's
heart fluttered. Her breath caught in her chest.
It is him! she knew. He has come for me - at last!
She flew
to the door. A final moment to smooth, and pat -- to make sure all was right.
She took a deep breath - but stopped far short of bursting her dress. She
licked her lips, a final pat, then, with trembling hands, she opened the door,
and there stood the answer to all her prayers.
"Hi,"
Br'uce greeted her easily.
Char'lene
was startled, but she recovered from the mild disappointment of having not been
sexed on the spot. She wondered if there was something wrong with her
appearance -- if she'd missed something.
"Hello,"
she greeted him with
a shyness she wasn't the least bit used to. She'd so looked forward to this!
She wanted everything to be perfect - as perfect as she knew she was. She was
so lucky to have been chosen first!
She gazed
at Br'uce through the doorway. He gazed back at her
"Oh,"
she suddenly gushed," I'm sorry." She stepped away from the doorway,
opening the door wide. "Won't you come in, please."
"Thanks,"
said Br'uce, stepping inside. He looked about the place as Char'lene silently
closed the door after him.
She heard
him blow an appreciative whistle.
Oh,
Skietra! she sighed.
She felt
so weak, and she wasn't anywhere near her gold!
He whistled at me!
"Nice
place," Br'uce said, still looking about.
"Oh,
it's . . . nothing," Char'lene said, fighting like Aurea to control her
knees as she supported herself against the door. "I don't mind splurging
for . . . special
occasions."
"Hm,"
Br'uce grunted.
He turned
about, and looked at Char'lene.
"Must've
cost you a bundle.
"Oh,
what's a couple credits here, or there?" Char'lene
tried to dismiss with a wave of her hand. "Would you like something to
drink?" she queried, floating her way to the bedroom. She felt it best not
to trust her legs for walking at the moment. "I was just finishing getting
dressed."
"What's
the point of that?" Br'uce asked, following her with his eyes. "We
both know why we're here."
Char'lene
stopped dead in the air as she suddenly lost all her breath. She felt so faint!
She wanted to die she was so happy!
""There's
a bar over there," she said by way of formal hospitality. "It's fully
stocked; "help yourself."
"Thanks,
don't mind if I do," said Br'uce.
He make
his way to the bar.
"It's
never a bad idea to have a stiff one before dinner."
Char'lene
couldn't believe what she'd just heard, but something told her not to ask Br'uce to repeat himself.
* * *
The moment
the door had been shut, Ed had taken Shad'rah's head into the maw of a single
hand, and hurled her against it. Her lithe, young form had struck with such
force that it sank into the test-grade Vendorian steel. The Destroyer wasn't
wasting any time. As Shad'rah lay within the impression her body had made, Ed
summoned the vast store of energy he'd taken from his recent mates.
Outside the enclosure,
nobody knew what was happening but everyone wanted to know – including
the local media people who had shown up when word got around..
"Can we get
inside!" one newshound shouted at the solid line of dour looking
Protectors standing guard.
"My station will
pay seventeen million credits for a live cam!" called another
"Twenty-two
million for one with sound!"
The Protectors, led by
BeaÕtrice, withstood the daunting battery of offers, demands and pleas.
Shad'rah
exhumed herself from the door as Ed's empowerment completed.
What she
saw was a monster standing more than half as wide as he was tall. Ed's body had
become a pulsing mass of vein encapsulated muscle. His swollen arms rested at
ridiculous angles to his body from the sheer volume of energy bloated flesh.
His pectorals alone were so gigantic they billowed up to frame his chin. His
thighs were nearly spherical, forcing his feet to a wide stance. But as big as
he was, as massive as he'd become, it was as nothing compared to what was
between his legs.
From the
base of his groin erupted a huge, corded log that was easily a foot
long, and over two inches thick. A dense jungle of bluish veins as big around
as Shad'rah's thumb laced its surface beneath a drum-taut skin. The head
resembled a plum, its deep purple surface being heavily modeled like a bloom of
cauliflower. It danced threateningly in the air as the shaft behind it visibly
pulsed, and throbbed.
Ed was so
enthralled with himself that he'd become thoroughly aroused. He regarded his
mate for the night, and felt a whole new level of contempt for her, and her
kind. He saw that she was small, and knew that he was big. He saw her to be
weak, and knew himself to be strong. He saw her as soft, and he was hard - so in-credibly hard! The raw awareness of his potent
fullness made him even more. His nuts grew to the size of tennis balls, teeming
with power to make her his. He would steal her energy, and make himself a god!
With a
lumbering gait, Ed closed the distance between himself, and his victim. Without
so much as a, 'How d' ya do?', he took Shad'rah by the pelvis, presented his
throbbing tip to her vestibule, then rammed their bodies together.
"Gnah!"
Shad'rah
cried out, and then went
completely limp, seemingly shattered by the violence of his entry. The shock wave of their joining cracked
welds throughout the structure.
Nestled in the
singular grip of Velorian femininity, Ed nearly
swooned with the sense of his own might. He could feel himself in the young
Protector as with no other. The fact of her - what she was - and helpless - to
him. It made him even bolder. He clutched her pelvis harder, his living weapon
surging deeper - growing stronger. He felt the bulb of her cervix on his
straining tip -- it drove him wild! He would have this bitch - own her - kill
her! His nuts grew tight beneath the base of his shaft. Deeper . . . stronger .
. . give her his love . . . take everything! Almost there . . . he came to feel
the relaxed beat of Shad'rah's Velorian heart.
Relaxed
. . .
Something
was not right. Ed looked at his victim. Looked at her hard.
Something
was not right.
"You aren't afraid," he
wondered of the girl.
Shad'rah
roused. Her calm, blue eyes slowly opened to look on Ed. She saw him -- looked
at him . . . saw him. "Should
I be?" she queried to reply.
* * *
CRACK!
Oon'ah's fist struck the side of
Shad'rah's jaw so hard the blow sent the youth's gorgeous body cartwheeling
along the rock for hundreds of yards before it finally flopped to a stop.
They'd taken her to the mountains for
special training.
"Hold 'er up," Oon'ah told Xanthra.
They flew to where the girl had landed.
They found her lying face down, struggling to raise herself up on an elbow.
"Guess there's still some life left
in 'er," Xanthra observed.
She descended to drive her heel between
Shad'rah's shoulder blades, pushing the nearly senseless Protector into the
rock she lay on.
"Get 'er up. C'mon," Oon'ah
urged again.
They'd taken turns. Both were nude -
Oon'ah having stripped out of her uniform.
Xanthra gathered Shad'rah from behind
under her arms, and held her up for Oon'ah.
CRACK!
Both of them breathed heavily from
expended effort.
CRACK!
Their bodies stank with glowing sweat.
CRACK!
Xanthra regarded Oon'ah over the young
girl's shoulder.
"You hit like a boy," she
deliberately jeered.
Oon'ah roared, and, in a heartbeat, her
muscles inflated like balloons. Summoning the power of her enhanced Supremis
strength, she flexed a pair of the biggest, hardest arms in all the universe,
then drove her fist against the center of Shad'rah's forehead.
CRACK!
Xanthra's feet skidded backwards over
bare rock for more than half a mile before she got herself, and Shad'rah
stopped.
Still big, and hungry for more, Oon'ah
flew to rejoin the pair, masturbating with singular purpose. She paused in the
air to grunt as her huge muscles suddenly hardened, her ensuing orgasm having
the desired effect of making her already massive physique even more enormous.
She felt giddy, and light headed - drunk
on her own body. She was as close to the enhanced P1 muscle expansion factor of
X10 as she'd ever been. Her skin felt so incredibly tight! Her muscles so
deliciously full! She'd never let herself go like this - not even with her one
true love.
If this were anything like Shad'rah was
about to feel, she would gladly have submitted herself. As it was, she would
give the youth her lesson. She! Oon'ah B'TŽ - nude Supremis wonder! With a
lusty growl she flexed the sum of her astounding muscles to unleash a crushing
orgasm that fully liberated her, and then she pounded, and pounded, and pounded
the girl as Xanthra struggled to hold her!
* * *
Ed saw
Shad'rah smile at him, and then he felt a crushing agony throughout his
manhood. The girl had summoned the fabled Velorian control of her vaginal
muscles, and closed herself around him. In spite of the monstrous strength of
his arousal, engorging blood rushed from its goal, straining the return paths
of his circulatory system. The pain was so intense, Ed cried out through
gritted teeth. Within seconds, Shad'rah had reduced his pride to the dimensions
of a toothpick.
He needed
to free himself -- to rethink his strategy -- regroup. He pushed against the
crests of Shad'rah's iliacs, but he could not extract himself by so much as a
fraction of an inch.
Fastened
to him, Shad'rah smiled, and lightly laughed at him.
"Leaving
so soon?" she taunted.
Ed pushed
at her with all his strength, but Shad'rah's grip on him was total. Her control
complete.
"You're
not going anywhere, big boy," she told him as she squeezed him tighter,
then relaxed . . . squeezed him, then relaxed. "At least not anywhere I
don't want you to go."
She raised
a hand to cup the side of his face, forcing him to look at her.
"And
you are," she cooed seductively, "such a - big - boy."
Ed saw the
girl's face harden, and then he felt the forces she exerted on him change. He
was growing in her, unintended, and at a rate he'd never thought possible
before. The arteries feeding his engorgement strained to obey the command of
Shad'rah's womanhood. Within seconds, she'd compelled him to agonizing
fullness.
Panic-stricken,
Ed looked on Shad'rah. Where before he'd seen a victim, now he saw a tormentor.
"You're
a cunt," he said to realize. "You're a total cunt!"
Shad'rah
looked back at him. The effort she expended to control him was as nothing to
her. Ed watched the expression on her girlish face change, her lips taking on
the shape of a truly terrifying leer, and Ed recognized the look of a
consummate predator to whom mercy was a thing unknown.
"Yeah
. . . ," Shad'rah agreed through the heavy breath of impending lust.
* * *
Char'lene appeared in
the doorway to the bedroom, her little gold chain in place. The weakness, and arousal
coupled with months of torturous
abstinence . . . she'd had to devote several minutes to pleasuring her own
breasts just to keep from going insane!
"I'm
ready," she said in a tone no man could mistake. His drink in hand, Br'uce
turned to look at her, and looked at her without looking her up, and down.
"Great,"
he responded. "Let's eat."
* * *
Shad'rah
could feel Ed's fear as keenly as she felt his solid mass. She liked the feel
of both, and then, just for giggles, she grew him even more.
Ed felt his
pain increase again as his body strained to obey the commands this young
Velorian imposed on him. If it weren't for the invincible structure of his
Supremis tissues, he would've exploded inside her. His pain level passed into
the realm of agony as Shad'rah continued to demand of him.
What this
girl was doing to him was beyond everything he knew. How could this Velorian
bitch -- a child --
defeat two hundred years of Aurean life experience? Ed's mind went into panic.
She was going to kill him -- he was sure! He struggled, and flailed blindly to
free himself. He screamed, and cried pathetically. In a lucid instant, granted
by raw instinct to survive, he smashed his fist against Shad'rah's face with
all the strength he had.
At once,
his pain increased ten fold. His punch had thrown Shad'rah to the far end of
the enclosure, but her hold on him was such that she'd taken his body with her.
If it hadn't been for the invincible structure of his Supremis tissues, she
would have torn him out by the root.
The force
of his punch had been so great that the back of Shad'rah's head, and the backs
of her shoulders make deep impressions in the thick, steel lining of the wall
on impact. She had to've felt that one, Ed needed to think - he sorely prayed!
She had to've felt something!
and, yes, she did seem dazed as she floated out of the cavity her body had
made, but then Ed realized that she was completely unfazed by his attack on
her. Shad'rah raised her eyes to him. She did not look pleased.
"You
shouldn't have done that, Ed," she warned her lover carefully. "Now
you've made me mad."
She bared
her teeth with determined malice, and then she squeezed.
* * *
By an ankle, Oon'ah swung Shad'rah
overhead, and slammed her into solid rock. The hard earth shattered from the
impact of the young Protector's Supremis body. Oon'ah had completely let the
muscle lust for mayhem overtake her as she'd wrecked horrible violence on the
girl. She'd become the worst of monsters - loving the hell she'd wrought.
"Time out, Puss!" Xanthra
called to her.
She knew the mindset - knew the lust -
knew that it was impossible to not get carried away. Oon'ah had already pulled
her back from it a number of times. They were each other's check.
Oon'ah came back to her senses, then
simply let herself drop to the ground as her body returned to normal.
"Shaddie . . . " she whimpered
from the personal well of remorse. "Oh, Shaddie, I'm sorry . . . "
Xanthra rose into the air. In an instant
her build was gigantic.
"I'll take her for awhile," she
said. "She's got to be close now."
She released her own monster as her
muscles grew increasingly fuller, harder, stronger. With a savage roar she dove
at Shad'rah where she lay, then both the Aurean, and the young Velorian
disappeared into the rock below.
Numb, but not nearly numb enough, Oon'ah
watched the crater of the hole the two had made, and she listened . . .
listened to the awful violence that her love could make. With the two of them
it was different: Both fully powered -- battling to death without actual harm
-- godly pleasure
they alone could endure! But Shad'rah was weakened by the two bands of gold
they'd placed around her neck. There was no joy in what they'd done to her,
but, somehow, it had to be.
Oon'ah raised a hand to shove the damp
hair from her face. She so longed for nothing! She tried to sort it out.
The forbidden rite they'd hacked from the
Velorian database said that any Protector could be made to ascend - but only
from the lowest ebb of life. So to this they'd pummeled the debilitated youth -
for hours they beat her - the gold around her neck making her defenseless
against their abuse. Through the relentless heaping up of physical pain, they
stole her dignity, they broke her will, they devastated her perfected body and
tore apart her wonderful mind. They'd reduced her to the lowest point of
existence - the lowest ebb of life - a mere vibration. All of this in
preparation for the second phase of their instruction.
Herein lay the danger, though, and what
made the rite taboo. The use of energy at the onset of Supremis coma could
cancel it while multiplying its cumulative affect for an undetermined span of
time. Virtually nothing was known of this since the risk was great, the
introduction of raw energy into a weakened subject almost always having
resulted in the subject's total disintegration.
Xanthra's howls of anguish echoed through
the rock, and into Oon'ah's ears as she continued Shad'rah's punishment. Oon'ah
pressed her hands over her ears to block it out -- so wanting to block all of
it out! With Shad'rah's youth, and Ed's experience - what they were doing -
they were certain it was her only chance. To survive! It was her only chance!
Shad'rah's body burst through the top of
a rocky peak a quarter mile away. It arced on ascent, then began to fall.
Oon'ah saw her approaching. Shad'rah fell a ways in front of her, her limp body
striking the rocky plateau with a sickening splat.
At almost the same instant, Xanthra
exploded through the face of the cliff they were at throbbing with ferocious
aggression!
"Hold it!" Oon'ah shouted.
She threw herself at her Aurean, clutching
her from behind. Her lover's touch brought Xanthra back, and she let herself
relax. Oon'ah gazed at Shad'rah as Xanthra worked to recover her breath. The
Aurean was exhausted from beating the youth, her thoroughly dampened body
streaming rivulets of sweat.
Both of them watched Shad'rah intently.
"She's stopped breathing,"
Xanthra noted.
"No movement at all," Oon'ah
added.
"Check 'er eyes," Xanthra
instructed.
Oon'ah flew to the youth as Xanthra took
to the air, and tried to relax. The stress of thrashing such an innocent
greatly upset her. Oon'ah used her tachyon vision to perform a retinal scan of
both of Shad'rah's eyes. She sent a pair of mild heat beams into the girl's
eyes, then checked again.
"No retinal activity," Oon'ah
reported.
Xanthra paused in the air, and looked at
Oon'ah.
"Then we've got Supremis coma,"
she stated.
Oon'ah regarded the Aurean.
"We've got one more check to
make," she said.
Xanthra knew what that meant. She fetched
the protective gloves as Oon'ah removed the strip of lead tape they'd placed
over the gold bands around Shad'rah's neck to shield them from any effects of
the gold. Once they were exposed, just the sight of the two gold bands made
Oon'ah feel weak.
"Get back, Puss," Xanthra said
at her side as she finished pulling the gloves onto her hands. "Let me do
this."
Reluctantly, Oon'ah made way.
"Don't expect a reaction on the
first one," Oon'ah cautioned as Xanthra set to work, "but the second
one - watch out."
After she'd undone the hook, Xanthra
successfully removed the first band of gold from around Shad'rah's neck, and
slipped it into the lead-lined envelope Oon'ah held for her. Then she carefully
unhooked the second band.
"I'm going to get this off 'er, and
then move back fast," she warned. "Okay?"
"I'm ready," said Oon'ah at her
shoulder. "Do it."
Xanthra slipped the second gold band from
Shad'rah's neck, then both of them engaged their volati in full reverse to
distance themselves from the violent reenergizing Shad'rah's body would be
subjected to once free of the gold. The rebalancing of a fully empowered
Supremis endocrine system always resulted in the release of dangerous
electromagnetic forces, and tremendous waste heat.
The second gold band found its way into
the envelope. Shad'rah still lay motionless on the rock.
"No reaction," Xanthra noted.
"Nothing."
It was the surest sign of Supremis coma.
"Get 'er on her back!" Oon'ah
commanded.
She flew to the package they'd brought
with them, and quickly began undoing the ties of the blanket around it. Without
question, Xanthra ditched the gloves, and rolled Shad'rah's limp body over.
"She's going cold," she
observed, carefully laying the girl on her back. She looked up at Oon'ah.
"Are you sure about this?"
Oon'ah finished unwrapping the package.
When she'd discarded the blanket, she was hefting an XP7 orgone cannon –
once a secret weapon of the Aureans, but which had found a rare -- and
classified -- use as a medical device.
"The document said three points in
succession, and gave the locations," she related.
She flicked the activation switch on the
cannon. Immediately, its lights came on, and the accelerator began to whine.
"There were parts of that text we
couldn't make out," Xanthra said anxiously. "Even the translator failed.
Tech stuff."
Oon'ah admired Xanthra's concern, but she
knew they'd already gone too far to retreat. She set her jaw, and set the
weapon's charge to full.
"It doesn't make much difference
now," she said. "This is the only hope we've got to bring 'er back."
The accelerator's whine rose in pitch.
Oon'ah lowered the long, conical barrel with its flared, bell end, set the
shoulder brace, then aimed the XP7 point blank at Shad'rah's heart.
The whining stopped. There was an audio
*ping*.
"Stand clear," said Oon'ah.
*FWADOOM!*
* * *
"Being as . . . mature - as you are," Char'lene attempted to converse
with Br'uce as they dined, "you must be a messenger of - broad experience,
and . . . many talents."
"Yeah, I've
learned a thing or two in my time," Br'uce granted, though modestly. Have
you ever heard about--"
Char'lene was as close
to heaven as she'd been in months. It was happening! He was hers, and she was
his. They would be together for an entire night! She could feel her dress
straining against her increasingly warming body -- a body that longed to be
ravished! -- craved to be filled! -- needed to be driven to the brink, and
beyond! She didn't give a damn if she exploded her dress right then.
"--fishing?"
* * *
Idly
kneading her breasts as she experimented with his size, and shape, Shad'rah sat
astride her lover as he lay helpless on the floor. In under an hour she'd
brought him to excruciating peak -- and then denied him, no fewer than a
hundred times.
She alone
controlled every facet of their coupling. He could neither force her, or woo
her. She was as unresponsive to his taunts, and threats as she was to his
cries, and pleas. She was every bit the monster he had planned to be -- his own
intentions turned against him.
* * *
"Man,
has this thing got a kick!" Oon'ah called to Xanthra, returning from where
she'd been dispatched by the XP7's recoil.
She'd been thrown roughly half a mile.
Xanthra had Shad'rah on the ground, lying on her stomach.
"Tell me about it," the Aurean
rejoined, meticulously parting Shad'rah's hair at the back of her head. "I
just pulled her out of a three foot deep hole in the rock."
She could hear the whine of the XP7.
Oon'ah had the weapon on recharge. The Velorian floated to the ground, and
stood beyond Shad'rah's feet.
"How's she doing?" Oon'ah asked
with regard to Shad'rah.
Xanthra looked up at her, and then she
smiled.
"She took the blast," she
reported. "Her heart is glowing."
Oon'ah was both relieved, and encouraged
to hear this.
"Way t' go Shaddie," she said
with an easy lilt.
The whine rose in pitch. Oon'ah lowered
the barrel.
"Next one," she said, setting
her aim, "back of the head."
"The most direct route to the
brain," Xanthra added.
The cannon went *ping*.
"Oh, uh," Xanthra called.
Oon'ah looked at her beyond the XP7's
site.
"Hm?" she wondered.
"I've got her facing away from the
wall of the cliff," she informed her love. "It's about a hundred feet
behind you." She smiled again. "That way, when you pull the trigger,
you won't go so far."
Taking into account the XP7's recoil,
Oon'ah took a moment to consider being slapped upside the face of a cliff.
"You're so thoughtful," she
granted her love with just the right touch of mockery to her tone.
Xanthra blew her a kiss.
"Clear," said Oon'ah.
*FWADOOM!*
* * *
Ed was joined with one
of the most glorious creatures in all the universe, and his wretchedness could
not have been more complete. She was a force of life; fundamental, basic,
without concern. Her purpose was to express herself, and she would have herself
be known.
Shad'rah focused on her pleasure, and grew her mate to suit her. Ed cried out,
but it was useless for him. He was nothing to her - a mere means to her end.
She rose
into the air, taking him with her as her hands caressed the backs of her
thighs. She caressed her hips, her belly, her abdomen, her chest, all leading
up to breasts fit to explode with power! She attacked herself, roughly kneading
her tremendous melons - breasts so firm it took all the strength in her hands
to make them feel the way she wanted. Her body loved her for it as her nipples
rose to her occasion. Of its own, her pussy took up a thrusting; sucking Ed in,
and spitting him out at regular intervals. It pleased her, but she wanted more
- much more!
With an
earsplitting howl, Shad'rah released her power! Her orgone-laden breasts
ballooned, and her body erupted with unbelievable volumes of muscle. Her
thrusting quickened as she rose up higher - higher, breathless with her own
magnificence.
Higher,
faster, fully, stronger. She was well on her way to achieving a peak -- a
pinnacle of pleasure undreamed of. Blinded by determination, Shad'rah was on
the verge of unleashing her first orgasm when the back of her head collided
with the ceiling.
Like an
enraged animal, she roared at the distraction, and then she attacked!
* * *
Mar'tha
was one of the ground force of Protectors whose job it was to maintain order in
the crowd of spectators. As with the others on the ground, she was also trying
to fend off reporters, which was far from easy.
"Get
a shot of that!" one ordered, pointing at something behind her. "Are
you getting a shot of that!"
Mar'tha
turned to search out what the reporter was pointing at. She saw the end of the
shelter she was stationed at, and then she saw something she could not believe.
The foundation the shelter rested on was slowly rising out of the ground.
Seething
with frustrated, life force aggression, Shad'rah had attacked the ceiling with
nothing less than her incredible chest. The swollen masses of her super heated
breasts sank into the metal they were pitted against. Molten steel flowed like
honey over her super powered body. It flowed over the dazzling peaks, and
through the gorge-like valleys of her orgone enriched physique. It caressed her
skin, it warmed her muscles, it increased her need, her desire, her madness, it
drove her will to ever greater heights!
Tra'cy
flew down to the raised end of the shelter where a number of worried Protectors
had gathered.
"An
area of the roof is buckling," she anxiously reported. "It's turned
bright red, and the atmosphere around it reads 1,700 degrees, and still
rising."
"That's
not the only thing that's rising," said Shell'y as increasingly more of
the shelter's foundation lost contact with the ground. The entire building,
foundation, and all, was tilting at an angle, one end of it suspended in air.
"Is
the air duct seal holding?" Bea'trice inquired of Tra'cy.
"Yes,"
said Tra'cy. "So farÉ"
The
Protectors looked quizzically to one another, then all eyes turned to the
rising shelter.
"Shaddie?"
L'yn softly wondered.
Shad'rah
balled her fists, and roared as she viciously ground her breasts into the
softened steel. Far from having challenged her might, it had ceased to even
entertain her now. She lowered herself along with the building, and exhumed her
breasts from two, perfect, negative molds in the steel. She observed her
handiwork, and was not pleased. She was frustrated -- angry -- her body wanted
more! With a surly growl, she rose up to ram the ceiling with her chest again,
hammering at it with her fists.
The one
end of the building rose out of the ground again -- higher, much higher than
before. It rose several feet as dirt, and debris sloughed off from the airborne
foundation. Bea'trice, Shell'y, Tra'cy and L'yn stood back from the sight, but
kept a close eye on what was happening, then the building started to move
laterally.
"What
the hell is going on
in there?" Shell'y exclaimed.
"Be
ready to get the crowd back," Bea alerted the Protectors through her comm.
link with regard to human safety.
The
building slowly pivoted, inching along led by its airborne end. The part of the
foundation still submerged rumbled, and ground along the dirt, and rock it sat
on. Dor'thy, and Britt'a flew down from their posts.
"Should
we push it back?" Dor'thy asked Bea with regard to the moving shelter.
"No,"
Bea answered as the building ground on. "We must in no way interfere
unless predecessor life is threatened."
Shad'rah
worked her shoulders, grinding her breasts deeper into the ceiling of the
shelter. The warming flow of liquid metal, though, had ceased, and she was
reaping nothing more than a dusty cascade of shattered concrete for her
efforts. Bored, she lowered herself along with the building again, purring with
malcontent.
She felt a
thing inside her, and looked to see a blur between her legs. It was only then
that Shad'rah realized that her pussy had been on auto-fuck. She slowed the
tempo of her vaginal thrusts, and, gradually, a barely conscious Ed came into
view. He was dizzy beyond all possible perception, but that hardly mattered to
her. She liked the feel of him inside her, and she would have herself be
pleased.
* * *
"Ugh!"
Oon'ah grunted upon her return, the XP7 in hand.
She'd immediately
put the cannon on recharge.
"You
okay?" asked Xanthra.
"Yeah,"
Oon'ah groused, "I just don't like picking rocks outta my crack."
She nodded towards
Shad'rah still lying on her stomach.
"How's our
girl?"
"Can't tell
about brain activity," Xanthra reported, "but her tissue integrity is
holding, and her body temperature is getting back to normal."
"It better be
with all the orgone we've pumped into 'er so far," Oon'ah commented.
The whine of the
XP7's charger continued to rise in pitch.
"Okay,"
Oon'ah instructed, "lift 'er ass, and spread 'er lips."
Xanthra braced her
knees against Sha'drah's shoulders, then took hold of her pelvis, and raised it
as Oon'ah wanted. Her fingers found the youth's labia, and pulled them apart to
expose the vestibule of her love.
"She doesn't
know it, but she's really getting off on this," the Aurean observed,
struggling with the slickness of Shad'rah's inner folds.
The senseless
Protector lay on one side of her face, and her knees. Oon'ah set the weapon
against her shoulder, and peered through the site.
"Lift 'er
higher," she ordered.
Xanthra raised
Sha'drah's knees from the ground. Her face was all that supported her. The
cannon finished recharging. Oon'ah eyed her target.
"Wider."
Sha'drah's aroused
flesh compromised Xanthra's hold on her. She gripped harder - pulled harder.
"Any wider,
and I'll rip 'er apart!" the struggling Aurean complained.
"Hold her
still!" instructed Oon'ah.
Oon'ah placed the
barrel of the cannon directly on Sha'drah's heavenly orifice.
"Are you sure
about this?" a concerned Xanthra wanted to know.
Oon'ah glanced at
her.
"Yeah,"
she stated with a affirming nod.
She concentrated
on fine-tuning her aim.
"Third shot -
right in the pussy."
She reset her grip
on the cannon, then gritted her teeth, and pulled the trigger.
*click*
Both of the
Supremis waited.
Nothing happened.
*click*
Oon'ah's second
pull on the trigger failed to elicit any response from the cannon. Xanthra
looked up at Oon'ah. Oon'ah looked beyond the weapon's site at Xanthra.
"C'mon,"
Xanthra prompted.
*click*
"I'm . . .
," said Oon'ah.
*click*
"Shit!"
she said, evident fear in her voice.
"Oon'ah!"
implored Xanthra.
I don't
know!" Oon'ah shot back.
She hastily looked
the XP7 over.
"It must've
gotten damaged when I hit the rock," she speculated.
"The
infusions have to be given within a certain time, or else she's lost,"
Xanthra told her.
"I
know!"
"The window's
closing!"
"I - !"
Desperate, Oon'ah
reset her aim. Xanthra reset her grip on the senseless youth.
*click*
"Shit!"
*click*
"Oh, Skietra
. . . please!"
*click*
"C'mon, you stupid - "
*click*
"worthless - "
*click*
"Scalantran - "
*click*
"piece
of - "
*KRAKWOOOOOM!!!*
* * *
Drifting
on a razor's edge of conscious, Ed hung by the merest threat Shad'rah had
reduced him to. She drew him in - slowly, and felt a warming heat flow
throughout her pelvis. It satisfied - and yet . . . She would have more. She
would have him more! She tightened the seal around the base of his shaft, and
then compelled her genetically perfected vaginal muscles to suck.
Ed groaned
from the strain of his induced engorgement. The bigger Shad'rah grew him, the
more she wanted. She forced him to ever greater size, bringing him closer to
her satisfaction. When, at last, she'd reached contentment, Shad'rah let him
slip oh so slowly from her velvety grasp.
It looked
like she was giving birth to a tree trunk.
In agony,
Ed wept as Shad'rah observed the man she'd made of him. She smiled at her
pussy's handiwork. It would do . . . for now.
Slowly,
she drew him into herself. Keenly did she feel the grate of every ripple of
Ed's gigantic endowment along with the throbbing bulge of every painfully
swollen vein. She liked the way he felt in her. She would like it again - and
more.
She let
him slip away, catching him by the neck of his glans with her vaginal sphincter
before he could slip free. She took a moment to ready herself, and then she
drew him in a little faster.
Shad'rah
arched her back, and sighed as their pubis bumped. She used her hands to stroke
his length along her bulging abdomen. She so enjoyed him in her!
She would
have more.
She
repeated the cycle of release, and pull, increasing the force of her pull each
time. Inevitably, as this process ensued, Ed's limp body achieved a momentum
that was independent of the workings put upon his captive tool - the
increasingly more violent collisions of his pubis against Shad'rah's having the
effect of throwing the rest of his body upward with progressively more force.
This, ultimately, brought his face into contact with Shad'rah's ripe, Velorian
bosom.
Normally,
this state of visageus buxomus would begat a happy face, but the orgone content
of Shad'rah's breasts gave her tissues the firmness of hardened Vendorian
steel. Any object of lessor substance against such breasts, therefore, would
necessitate that object's yielding in direct proportion to the velocity of
impact. Shad'rah liked the feel of Ed's face colliding with her breasts. She
let him slip, then drew him in with such speed, and force that his face crashed
violently against her cleavage. He screamed from pain as she squealed from
delight!
* * *
The final discharge of the orgone cannon
had overloaded every one of its many circuits to expel the sum of its life
giving fuel.
Even with her volatai at full forward
thrust, the malfunctioning weapon's recoil had thrown Oon'ah hundreds of feet
into the air. The impact of its discharge drove Shad'rah face-first into the
rock up to her hips, and sent Xanthra skidding on her backside along the cliff.
The ground beneath them suddenly shook
with a violence that threw Oon'ah off balance. Xanthra immediately moved to
catch her, and both of them fell to the ground. They clung to each other to
ride out the quake, but then the plane of solid rock they lay on split between
them. They watched, surprised, as the fissure widen, then played their eyes
along the gap. It lead to where Shad'rah lay buried in the rock.
One of the young Protector's beautiful
feet twitched, and then her gorgeous legs began to stir.
She was alive.
The fissure she was in continued to
widen. The full, lush globes of her magnificent rump spasmed once, then twice,
and then Shad'rah began to slowly pull herself out of the rock.
Once emerged, she stood on her hands, and
knees, straddling the crack. Her blonde, rock littered hair hung all about her
bowed head. She was breathing -- so alive! -- her respiration deep, and oddly
labored. Her breasts, and pussy glowed like the sun.
Storm clouds gathered overhead as
Shad'rah fell over to sit on the ground. Her hair fell away from her face as
she leaned back on her extended arms, her raised knees splayed wide open. Her
mouth was agape -- her breathing hard, and heavy. Her glowing breasts were
great with orgone.
"Shaddie!" Oon'ah called out..
Xanthra held her. Oon'ah stayed.
Shad'rah groaned as life surged within
her. An ominous roll of thunder moved across the darkened sky as Oon'ah, and
Xanthra watched from below. Shad'rah hung in the air, her glow blinding to the
eye. She rose up toward the clouds as they opened to take her in. When she was
gone from view there was an earsplitting peal of thunder.
* * *
Floating in the
thickening atmosphere of the space raid shelter, Shad'rah pounded Ed into
herself with ever increasing force. She fucked herself so hard with him that
the impact from the depth of her thrusts sounded like muffled explosions.
Ed's face smashed
against her orgone ripened bosom again, and again - harder, and harder. At
times Shad'rah would clutch her breasts, entrapping his nose in her cleavage.
She'd squeeze as he'd scream, the vibrations of Ed's shrieks reverberating
pleasantly throughout her swollen mounds.
She was a force of
life, and she would have herself be known. Existence meant expression to her,
and the means to that expression was through life affirming pleasure. Shad'rah
grunted, and snarled from determined effort. The tempo of her thrusting
quickened. She drove herself relentlessly. Ed became a blur between her legs.
She labored mightily - for expression . . . harder - faster . . . more!
A bolt of orgone arced
between her nipples lighting up the dark interior. A moment later a second bolt
flashed from her groin to strike a nipple, then her other nipple fired a bolt
that attacked her groin.
The erotic triad had
been achieved. It multiplied the power of Shad'rah's lust even as her super
powered body fought to release that lust. Her arousal fed upon itself until her
breasts and pussy were fully engaged in an endless sharing of supercharged
orgone!
It consumed her mind
with the rawest need as her super sensitized body forced her over-stimulated
brain to endure the final, highest peak of
annihilating pleasure. It was a level to which no being could aspire. Even a
Velorian would've found such intensity unbearable. It was pleasure that both
denied, and confirmed - pleasure that derived from the very source of life. It
demanded of her -- even as it gave to her.
It exacted
a choice to either end there, or to continue -- a choice between life, and
death. A decision to either die within the throes of agonizing bliss, or to go
on, and live to search for even greater heights! To surrender the hope of there
being anything more, or to search again -- to reach again, to dare again -- and
Shad'rah selected life!
A
stupendous eruption was heard from within the shelter. Walls bulged - welds
cracked -- sealed openings ruptured open! The foundation of the structure
quaked, then crumbled. The sealed air duct in the roof exploded, throwing
shattered concrete, and melted steel, far into the night time sky.
"Protectors!"
Bea'trice ordered in response to the crisis. "Evacuate the area! Get
everybody back!"
A beacon
of light shot into the sky from the breached air duct as the Protectors flew to
duty. Teeming luminescence could be seen in the depths of the structure's
cracks. Crackling orgone arced over the shelter's steel surface, then converged
to race upward into the atmosphere ushering in an explosion that shook the
area!
* * *
Oon'ah, and Xanthra watched in wonder as
the clouds evaporated to show her standing in the air. She was life itself, the
energy they'd provided her having merged with her living state to form an
embodiment of power, and will. She was a force of life.
She saw them -- set upon them. There was
no escape. They had unleashed her, and so they rightfully belonged to her. They
had carefully stripped away every restraint that made her a civil being, and
exposed the originating impulse that made her live. Once laid bare, they had
infused that raw will with the energy of a sun. She was a force of life, and
she would have herself be known.
She ordained them both to serve her, and
she worked them far beyond exhaustion. By sunset both of them lay unconscious
in a burning pool of rock.
But the approach of twilight awakened an
awareness in her that there was another who would please her. She was a force
of life, and she would have herself be pleased. She would seek out this new
resource of pleasure.
* * *
Shad'rah sat astride
her lover on the heavily warped, and buckled floor. Ed lay under her, bruised,
and battered beyond all recognition. Shad'rah basked
in the delirious sexations still coursing through her body. Gratification like
she'd never known flowed throughout her being.
But she
could feel her contentment ebbing, even as it filled her. Her satisfaction
would be short-lived. It would not last long. Soon -- quite soon -- she would
have to search again, she would need to reach again, she would be compelled to
dare once more.
She looked
on the man beneath her. Both of Ed's eyes were blackened, and almost swollen
shut. His cheekbones had been reduced to powder. His nose had been made a
flattened, reddish pulp. His jaw was crushed, and several of his teeth were
missing. His chest was a mass of open, steaming sores from orgone leaking from
her bulbous teats.
"Shad'rah!"
he begged her softly. "Please!"
Shad'rah
leaned over him, and she was pleased. He was alive, and he would share more
life with her!
"Oohhh
. . . ," she cooed, her voice thick with the beyond of Supremis lust,
"but we have all night."
The slits
Ed's eyes had become filled with terror as he felt himself begin to grow in her
again.
* * *
The sun
peaked over the lushly wooded hills outside Emerald City to herald the dawn of
a beautiful morning on Binkley's World. Birds sang, and wildlife began to stir.
A warm
breeze passed along the meadow, making gentle waves over the tall green grass.
But no one noticed the birds, or the breeze, or the tall green grass. No one
saw the woods, or the meadow, or the clear, blue sky. No one saw any of it,
because the Supremis battle which had pitted Aurean and Velorian against one
another in moral combat was formally over.
The space
raid shelter lay angled like a sinking ship. one end half submerged in a sea of
burnt soil, and cooling bedrock. Its steel skin was thoroughly warped, and
purpled from heat exposure. Ash colored slag clung from the troughs of
innumerable cracks. The clearing around the shelter was thoroughly blackened,
and littered with exploded debris.
The
Protectors had been kept busy through the night dissipating the intense heat
radiating from the shelter, seeing to human safety and chasing off media types.
The
entryway to the shelter was half submerged in sludge-like rock. Britt'a,
Car'ol, and Mon'ique excavated a pathway to it as Pat'ricia, Hea'ther, and
Mar'go chilled the area with their powerful breath. Even with their efforts,
the Vendorian steel door was still too hot to be touched by human hands.
Bea'trice was authorized to open it. The half-melted locks, and fractured
latches easily failed in her grasp. After that, however, it took some strength
to open the door.
A thick,
black cloud of rising smoke oozed from beneath the doorway's header. All eyes
present watched the shelter's entryway. The morning sunlight barely pierced the
darkness within. Nothing seemed to happen for the longest time. Finally,
movement could be detected at the bottom of the doorway. All became hushed, and
all pressed nearer. The Protector's maintained a public safety line from the
doorway.
From
within the shelter, at the very bottom of the doorway, from the pitch of
darkness, a row of four scant blackened twigs emerged. All who observed gasped
at the sight as a fifth twig appeared beside the four. The five were soon seen
to be jointed by a common mass that was blackened, dry and scaly. So deeply
disturbing was the sight that no one was willing to acknowledge what the thing
looked like, until.
"Oh,
my God!" Bea cried out.
It moved.
The thing
which had emerged from within the darkness of the shelter into the light of
early morn was a human hand. It was shrunken, skeletal, almost void of flesh,
encrusted with the merest leavings of charred, and blackened skin.
Everyone
watched in horror as the hand placed itself tentatively on the ground beyond
the doorway. It was followed by the crown of a head, equally shocking in
appearance. It was completely hairless, the scalp being of a texture, and
coloring as though it had been thoroughly burnt. Skeletal remains of shoulders
emerged, trembling, shaking and weak.
It was a
human form, crawling on all fours, so wasted, and spent that it was barely
there, and obviously so weak that it could barely move. It was like a crawling
bug. A cinder -- blackened, and drawn. It's joints creaked audibly as it
labored to propel itself forward. Charred bits of blackened flesh flaked off
its wasted, skeletal body.
Once fully
emerged from the shelter, the form stopped, unable to move further. It remained
on all fours, laboring from exhaustion. Its ribs could be heard grinding in
their joints as it struggled to breathe. The form then suddenly pitched
forward, falling on its face. Its sunken belly heaved to retch, but failed to
disgorge anything more than blackened smoke, and a few bits of char.
There was
a moment of stillness, then, almost at once, everyone in the crowd --
Protectors, Aureans and Binkleyan civs -- fell into intense, hushed discussion.
Only the chief Binkleyan judge seemed unfazed.
"Awlright,"
he tentatively ventured, gazing on the form, unable to look away, "which
one is it?"
Discussion
ensued as to the form's identity. It was either Shad'rah, or it was Ed. No one
could tell for sure, especially with the form lying on its stomach.
"The
best way to determine gender," the attending Binkleyan physician spoke up,
"is to take a look between its legs."
That
seemed obvious enough, but then
"We'll
have to roll it
over to do that," observed one of the judges.
"Which
means that somebody's going to have to approach it," said another.
" . .
. and touch it," noted a third.
For
obvious reasons, no one wanted to do this, but then the form stirred. With
painful slowness, it struggled to rise up. It half succeeded, but faltered to
collapse back down onto its side, then rolled over onto its back.
As a
group, everyone gasped.
There, on
the throne of masculine/feminine distinction sat a blackened, withered remnant
-- a mere inkling of what might once have been.
Again, no
one could tell if the form was man, or woman.
"It's
either an awfully big clit," the chief judge ventured warily of the form's
evidence of gender, "or a really little dick."
All
discussion over the blackened form's identity was abruptly ended when Shad'rah
appeared in the doorway of the shelter.
She was
whole, resplendent and looked as if she'd just awakened from a refreshing
sleep. She slowly levitated from the shelter to present herself to the judges,
the crowd, to everyone. Hovering over her defeated lover, it was obvious to all
that her night with one of the most deadly known Aurean Primes had left her
unscathed.
She was
immaculate -- indeed, her natural Velorian beauty possessed a heightened
potency. It was impossible to miss -- impossible to resist, and was positively
magnified the more by the power of a subdued vitality. Her entire body glowed
with life.
Reverential
silence greeted the young goddess. Even the media announcers were struck dumb.
Bandanas fell as every head was bared, and the sea of spectators lowered
themselves to kneel before her.
Bea'trice
rose up to face Shad'rah. For a long time, neither spoke as both maintained
themselves - gazing on one another - inches apart. Every Protector present
looked on the pair . . . waiting.
"I'm
all right," Shad'rah meekly said as she lowered her head to her superior.
The
youth's demeanor visibly affected Bea. She raised a crooked finger, and pressed
the knuckle beneath Shad'rah's chin until the girl's eyes met hers once more.
"Do
not lower your eyes to me," she gently admonished her.
"But you looked so concerned,"
said Shad'rah.
Bea looked
on the youth to marvel at her.
"Concerned
only that you can't forgive us for having doubted you," she told her.
"I
didn't do this by myself," Shad'rah willingly conceded. "I had
help."
"Well,
of course you did," said Mon'ique who now appeared floating at her side.
"We did everything we could to help you."
"No,
I - "
"And
it looks like our effort paid off," said Hea'ther, joining the three.
"No,
really - "
"By
the look of her," Car'ol joked, "all she needs is another Prime to
keep her happy."
The
Protectors gathered around their youngest. Their happy chatter filled her ears
as they petted her, caressed her, clutched her, kissed her. All of them were
taken by her modesty, and none of them would hear of her diminishing an
accomplishment of such magnitude. Single handedly, she had upheld their
birthright, and protected their crown.
The
Velorian Protectors reigned supreme in the end all, and be all of physical
coupling. They were the divinity of sex, the vessels of gods with whom union
was any red blooded man's highest aspiration. As his brethren quietly bore Ed
away, the victor was declared and the crowd gave rise to hail:
Sha-d'rah!
Sha-d'rah! Sha-d'rah!
"You
have done us well!" Bea told the youth, clutching her shoulders, tearful with
joy. "So well!"
"But
-- "
"This
girl needs to be seen," said L'yn.
Heeding
the crowd, L'yn hoisted Shad'rah onto her shoulder for all to see. The crowd
went wild at the sight of their young Protecter - not to mention the kid who'd
snagged a come from behind win that would not soon be forgotten.
"Sha-d'rah!
Sha-d'rah! Sha-d'rah!"
"Spare
a butt-cheek, L'ynnie?" queried Ba'be.
L'yn just
smiled, and accommodated her, and Shad'rah sat on a shoulder each as the other
Protectors hovered just below. Looking out over the cheering throng, Ba'be
breathed in the pungent odor from Shad'rah's skin as she firmly caressed the
girl's inner thigh.
"We're
proud of ya, kid," she told her quietly.
A dark speck in the cloudy
distance would have gone unnoticed had it not been for its erratic nature. It
darted randomly, to and fro, across the horizon, and seemed to follow the
impulsive flight-path of a housefly. It could also be seen that it was fast
approaching.
"Look!"
said a Binkleyan, pointing at the growing spec. "Up in the sky!"
His
outburst redirected much attention.
"It's
a bird!" one declared.
"It's a plane!" another
stated.
"It's - "
*WWWWWHOOMP!*
"Oooooowwwww!!!"
The speck's identity was
revealed. There was Oon'ah, not far off, standing in the ground up to her knees. She was bowed at the waist,
her uniform askew, a sorely pained looking Xanthra clinging to her back.
"You couldn't have managed a rougher landing!"
the Aurean loudly complained.
Oon'ah,
equally pained, pressed a hand to her chest.
"Oowww,"
she groaned, "my volati is killing me!"
She
forcefully shook her shoulders.
"Get
off o' me!" she ordered.
Xanthra
obliged,
"With
pleasure!"
But then
took the opportunity to ram her knee into Oon'ah's behind.
"You
drove yer ass right into my gut," Xanthra went on, bowing herself to nurse
her tender tummy, "oww!"
The
assault pitched Oon'ah forward. She landed on her outstretched hands - which
sank three inches into the ground.
"If
you'd held on better!" she countered, righting herself to dispatch her
cape from over her head where it had fluttered.
"My
left arm's still numb, okay!"
"At
least you've got feeling in one of yours! - I could barely get my uniform on."
Aw, go to
Velor!"
"I'm from Velor!"
"That
explains a lot!"
That
does it, Oon'ah decided.
The
Velorian slowly turned a darkly clouded visage to face her significant pain in
the cunt. After adjusting the hang of her hastily donned uniform, she righting
her posture to its most regal stature, planted her fists firmly on the crests
of her iliacs with her feet well apart, and wound up to deliver a devastating
attack.
"Fuck you!" she stated.
The
ominous glower of Xanthra's countenance intensified. With careful deliberation,
she turned her naked self to face her bitch above all others. She adopted the
defiant pose so characteristic of her Aurean race; ramrod posture with chest
held high, wide stance, fists set on hips.
"Fuck
- you!" she
retaliated for the record.
The set to
Oon'ah's jaw tightened. Her eyes narrowed to mere slits.
Xanthra's
face hardened further. Her eyes narrowed to mere slits.
"Fuck you!"
"FUCK YOU!"
"FUCK YOU!"
They two
stood nipple to nipple, the proud thrust of their Supremis chests effectively
barring a closer, nose to nose, confrontation. Debilitated as both of them
still were from their time in the mountains with Shad'rah, they were ready to
go full out until they sensed a number of observing eyes. Both of them became
thoroughly unnerved by the disconcerting feeling of having just peed on a
parade.
"Oh,
uh . . . ," Oon'ah weakly offered to the group, all of whom had been
watching them. "Hi."
That not
only didn't break any ice, it also failed to cut any mustard.
"Where
have you two been?" Mar'go asked with a suspicious tilt to her majestic,
blonde head.
There was
general consensus in the posing of this question.
"Uh .
. . ," was all Oon'ah could think of.
"Oon'ah
was showing me the basics of flight patrol," Xanthra quickly offered.
"And
that made your arms go numb?" Car'ol inquired of Oon'ah.
"She
was . . . gripping me with fear," Oon'ah offered as fast as she could
think, "and it, uh . . . cut off my circulation - y'know."
This
information caused Britt'a to prick an eyebrow.
"That's
a pretty impressive feat of strength," she noted rather dryly with a
significant look toward Xanthra, "for a Beta."
"My
arms are numb too," Xanthra virtually chirped.
From
within the group, Shad'rah spied the pair.
"There
are my bitches!" she fairly squealed with joy.
Without
hesitation, she flew out to Oon'ah, and Xanthra to gather one under each of her
arms. She held them close, and tight, beaming her most glorious smile.
"I
want everyone to
know," the youth enthusiastically addressed the crowd, not to mention the
billions of media viewers galaxy wide, "that my victory here today would
not have been possible without –Ò
That's as
far as Shad'rah got before Xanthra took possession of her mouth with her own.
She gathered the youth in a full body embrace, intensifying the hunger of her
lingering kiss as she gave Oon'ah a look over the flawless curve of Shad'rah's
cheek that left no doubt as to her message: Okay, I've got her distracted.
Now do
something!
The
enhancement rite they'd used on Shad'rah being both dangerous, and forbidden, both of them feared that if
anyone knew of how they'd prepared the youth for her sex war with Ed, her win
might be declared forfeit. For obvious reasons, they couldn't risk detection.
"Without
her Velorian heritage," Oon'ah hastened to fill in where Shad'rah had been
cut off. "She couldn't've done it without her Velorian heritage."
The focus
of everyone's attention, not to mention all the media cameras, shifted to
Oon'ah. Helpless, caught unprepared, she looked to Xanthra who merely waved her
off. She was keeping Shad'rah busy - as well as keeping her from saying
anything that might spill their considerable quantity of beans. Left to her own
devices, Oon'ah resolutely hiked up the skirt of her uniform around her waist,
and rose into the air to address the crowd.
"Let
the word go out," she loudly proclaimed for all to hear, "that
Velorian women are the greatest lovers in the universe!"
Ecstatic
cheers of, "Marvelous!" "Heavenly!" "Inspiring!"
went up from the crowd.
"And
the men aren't half bad either," Oon'ah added. She turned herself in the
air so all could see her. "When it comes to sex," she continued,
"we're tops!"
"Incredible!"
"Magnificent!"
"And
bottoms . . . and all the goodies sandwiched in between."
"Astounding!"
"Breathtaking!"
"We
uphold the Velorian credo: Anyone, anytime, anywhere, for no reason at
all."
"Unbelievable!"
"Stupendous!"
"Nobody
does it like a Protector -- you can bet your bottom credit on that."
"To
die for!" "Fantastic!"
"And
aside from the enhancement thingie, Velorian whoopee makes a darned good
dietary supplement -- with only half the calories of regular quim, and no
lingering aftertaste."
"More!"
"Oh, please!"
Oon'ah
took a moment to spy a glance to see how Xanthra, and Shad'rah were doing. The
youth was responding to the unusual Aurean's attention with such ravenous hunger
one would've thought that she'd gone without for almost a day. She was sexing
Xanthra's face with unbridled frenzy. That Xanthra could handle her now showed
evidence that Shad'rah was over her orgone buzz, and pretty close to being back
to normal. Still, the Aurean had to set her claws into the young girl's buns of
steel to even half control her wildly bucking pelvis.
In evident
response to the pause in her discourse, the crowd was loudly applauding Oon'ah,
and clamoring for more. She knew Shad'rah's orgasms tended to knock her out,
and was confident that Xanthra's talents would do the trick. Until then Oon'ah
had to satisfy the expectant crowd as best she could. So, she hiked up her
skirt even higher around her waist, and soldiered on, to even louder acclaim,
extolling the virtues of Velorians singular lack of virtue.
It wasn't
long, however, before Xanthra's gifted tongue worked its magic as several sonic
booms pulsed through the gathering. The Aurean succeeded in consummating a
sexual climax of such consuming intensity that it reduced Shad'rah to a limp
and senseless mass of impossibly gorgeous female Velorian flesh.
"The
girl's a real mouthful," she remarked.
Bea'trice
took personal charge of Shad'rah's steaming, sated body - her mind would return
when the effects of her orgasm wore off. The Protectors were dismissed from
duty, and everyone began to make their way towards home.
"She
might babble incoherently about some . . . super enhancement of some sort when
she comes to," Xanthra made a point of advising Bea, "but don't take
what she says seriously."
This
prompted a questioning frown from the Auxiliary Protector's Group Leader.
"I
studied Velorian sexology," Xanthra hastened to clarify, "I mean - psy-chology."
With
Shad'rah comfortably cradled in her capable arms, Bea smiled wisely on the
unusual Aurean she was finding it difficult to not like.
"Is
there a difference?" her soothing voice inquired.
As all
were departing, Oon'ah was finally relieved of speechmaking. She lowered her
skirt to where it fit more comfortably, and floated down to her one, and only.
"I
didn't know I had such a gift for public speaking," she frankly confessed.
"Did you get a load of the responses I was getting?"
Pumped
from her labor of lust with Shad'rah, Xanthra wasted no time in embracing
Oon'ah from behind.
"Oh,
but you do have a
talent for public display," she confided to her lover's ear.
Her
knowing fingers deftly probed beneath the habitually modest Protector's skirt.
"Which
lay hidden to all until this day."
Oon'ah
thrilled at the familiar touch, and then she suddenly froze to realize.
"Oh,
my Skietra, no!"
she quietly exclaimed.
"Yes,
my Pussy," Xanthra confided further, "you forgot your panties."
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