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x27;… and I went on fucking him, one hard stroke after another, and when the crowd reached 'TWELVE!' I jammed my cock into his ass, and I came, shooting into that heat. "I must have rolled off of him, but I don't remember doing it. But I do recall his rolling over and jumping to his feet, glaring at me. Then he grinned, a good sport, and helped me up. He laughed, and I did to. It was so funny, it really was.
We were told to go clean up, and I did bring him off in the baths, helping him clean off all that oil out of his pelt. His name was Aaden, we still keep in touch, he's a great guy. We had a few drinks afterwards. And when it's not oily, he does have a very sexy tail, all white with black trim, really bushy, and it almost reaches his head when it stands on end. And I still say he has the sexiest dark eyes I've seen on a Mephit. "But it's not really rape. We both knew exactly what we were getting into when we went in there, Borodir knew I'd like that kind of game. Actually, I've lost that game more often than I've won, and it's still just as fun.
It's very masculine, really, the predator type games that women just don't get into for the most part. The using." She stared at me, looking aroused. "You… you did things like that?" "Sure, why not?" I'd decided. "Kathy, " I said, grabbing a pad of paper and a pen, "can you remember this word?" I wrote it down, and made her pronounce it, several times, until she had it perfect and memorized. "Good. Let's talk. There's a lot in the Beauty books, and you're going to have to sit here and tell me what in those books made you… hot."
"Okay, well… I liked the scene in the castle, y'know, when the queen first punishes beauty. And I liked the scene in the dungeon. The kitchen I didn't like, and I didn't like the scenes in public, like the bridle path. Uhm, I don't want to be a pony," (I smiled at that- as I recall, Mrs. Rice didn't put women in bridle-and-bit, and for that matter, neither does Lynn), "but a tent princess sounds like fun. I liked the scenes at the sultan's, where the slaves are isolated and restrained, y'know, the scene with all the decorations…" She went on for a good long while, her voice growing steadier all the time. As I listened, I took notes.
"Okay, Kathy," I said, "lets play this one scene at a time. I think I've got a handle on this. Tonight, at 11:00 i.d., you will meet me at here. Got that?"
"You mean, you're going to… tonight?" She looked and sounded bewildered.
"Yeah, tonight, you and me alone. Ready?"
"Uhm…" She was thinking fast, like I intended. If she really wanted what she was asking for, this was the time to find out. "I'll be there. Count on it."
"Good. Remember the first rule, though. When you get there, you're mine, got that? No questions until after, when I release you from the game. The moment you step into my room, you're my thrall. Clear?"
She nodded. I said, "Except… that word I gave you. Can you remember it? It's on that slip I gave you. If you ever use that word, everything's off. It's you're safety valve. If a scene is going places you don't want it to, if you're too hurt or frightened, that's your way out. Okay?"
She nodded, then stood up, leaned across the table, and kissed me. "Thank you," she whispered, and she left, to get ready.
Alone again, I sat back, and pondered. What in Hell have I gotten myself into?
Not that it mattered. I'd made a promise, and I was going to do my Boy Scout's best to keep it. Not that I was ever a Boy Scout. And I sat back, and wondered.
The room was small, and shapeless. That is to say that it did not yet have a definite shape, but it would definitely work on it. Using every high-tech trick in the book to make this my total environment, hyperlography for the visual, nanotech for the physical, biocybe for the control, even a teleporter in case more sheer mass was needed. Garrett hardware made it convincing.
I paused, and the room slowly took shape. A bedroom was what I wanted, not a dungeon, not yet. Although at the merest thought it could be a dungeon. Any sort of room.
I sat down at a chair of my desire, and waited. I glanced at my watch, an object as physical and yet as unreal as the chair and the table. Nanotech arranged in another form, the watch was a frakir, a defense weapon. I bid it depart, and watched, fascinated as it dissolved, entering my skin through the pores and between the molecules. I had long ago gotten used to the thought of those tiny machines crawling around inside me. They kept me young, strong. They countered poison, healed me, allowed me to change if I wanted to. And besides, they were simply improvements over my own organic hardware. And if you think that's impossible, remember, nature only works in one field, DNA, and we've got the strength of mind to make whatever we feel.
2:55 i.l. I waited for Kathy to show. "Ken?" said a soft, feminine voice with just a hint of Felinze growl.
"Yes, Wendy?" I asked the ship's AI.
"Miss Hawkwind is making her way to this sector. Here's a tactical," and a small display on the far wall of the room showed me her path.
"Fine, thanks." I waited, and watched. She was right on time. The doorbell rang.
"You're late!" I said, through the intercom. "For that, I want you to strip right where you are, and leave your clothes right there on the floor. Don't attempt to cover yourself, or hide. When you've taken off all your clothes, get down on your knees, and kneel."
I watched, feeling a little sorry for her as she took off her clothes, nervously watching down both ends of the curving hallway. I watched the display. Nobody was coming, and even if someone were, Wendy would make sure that she wasn't seen. Illusion gear's not just in the apartment.
I waited, enjoying her discomfort, then I touched the doorslide, and the door opened. "In."
She started to rise. "On your knees. Crawl. Chin up, eyes to the floor. Good girl." I looked at her. She was young, soft, ripe. Her blond tresses covered her breasts. She was lovely, and I felt not at all bad that I was about to mark that flawless skin with welts.
She crawled in, and I closed the door. "Katherin, you understand what's going to happen to you, here. I hope you do. Good. Remember this, I will punish you if you fail to obey me. Understand?"
Her voice was a tiny whisper. "Yes."
"What?"
Louder, "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Do you see that chair? I want you to go and kneel in front of it, your head on the leather." She followed my instructions, crawling over on her knees to the chair. I stood behind her, and looked at her shapely ass stuck high in the air. I reached between her legs and pinched the lips of her sex, and a small squeal escaped her. I pinched her again, a little harder, and again. She was groaning, writhing against leather. I slapped her behind. "Stop that."
I smiled. "Slave, you told me you were not a virgin. Is this true?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, then, slave, we'll have to come up with something new." I slowly undid my pants. I left on the shirt I'd chosen, a white linen shirt straight out of any bad pirates movie. My erection sported from my body, hard and straight. I got behind her, and slid my cock into her. She sighed, with pleasure, and I brought my palm sharply down against her buttocks, and she pealed with surprise and pain. I smiled, and reached for the open brass jar next to the chair. With hardly one stroke, I pulled out of her, and slowly slathered my cock with the lubricant. "Slave, have you ever had a cock in your ass?"
"Sir… No, sir," her voice filled with panic.
"Well, then, it's nice that you have something to sacrifice to your lord, isn't it?"
I completely expected to hear her say it, but she laid her head back down on the chair, and said "Yes, sir."
I smiled, and positioned the head of my penis against her tight nether hole, and pushed, very gently. Slowly, the head pushed, and I watched, fascinated, as her asshole began to expand under the insistent pressure. She groaned, in pain or pleasure I couldn't guess, and half the length of my cock vanished inside her. I pushed a little harder, and then, her newly opened anus sheathing my cock so very tightly, I sank into her, my hips pressing against her warm buttocks. I sighed, the pleasure obscene. I reached down for the other little device I'd brought, a 'butterfly,' a wonder of miniaturized grav devices, flex surfaces, and biocybe. I reached under her body and pressed it against her cunt. She groaned. The biocybe told the butterfly what worked, and the grav/flex surfaces abused her clitoris. It was a very effective masturbator, and now I was using it on her.
Slowly I began to fuck her, and her body spasmed wildly, uncontrollably, and I began to feel my orgasm.
Faster and faster, ravishing her virgin anus, taking her for the first time, and her body was wracked with the pleasure and the force. My balls tightened and in one big, final thrust, I came, spewing into her bowels, filling her with my seed. She screamed in time with me…
And she passed out, which meant the little red triangle that was the butterfly deactivated automatically. The only thought running through my mind was 'I will not pass out, I will not pass out' over and over, as my cock slowly lost what erection it had left, and slithered out of her asshole. I picked up the butterfly, it had fallen to the floor, and I put it down on the table. "Wendy," I said, panting terribly, "I need a bath drawn, and the gravity lowered to twenty-five percent." She dropped the gravity a little fast, and my head reeled under the literal light-headedness. I recovered, and I picked up Kathy. I walked over to the bath I shared with my neighbor, T'Cade, and I stepped into, grateful that the low grav let me handle her easily. It was warm, wonderful. I held her, her head nestled against my chest, and waited.
After about ten minutes, I heard her stir. "Hey, Princess…"
She looked up. "Hi," she whispered, a little weakly.
"Hi yourself. Feel okay, Kathy?"
"Huh? Oh… Ken…" she reached up and put her arms around my neck, and kissed me hard. "Thank you, thank you, I love you," and she held me to her like she never would let me go. "That was so… so… perfect, oh Gods, please, tell me we'll do that again…"
"We will. I'm so proud of my little princess," I said, slowly picking up a washsponge and washing her back.
"Thank you," she whispered again.
I won't go into great detail about the rest of our shipboard romance, other than to say it was a subject of great rumor on the crew's part and great discretion on Wendy's part. It wasn't always as abusive as it was above. She passed my class, and we began to work together on projects as friends, lovers, coworkers. I taught her Ameslan, and we worked out a complex series of hand signals to say, privately, when we were 'in the game,' as we came to call it. There are two stories, though, that I feel should be told, and they are included next in this string of Journal Entries, even though they are chronologically out of sequence with the SAP project Journal Entries.
Ken Shardik, 133/0914 — "Kathy's Introduction" The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., And Related Tales are (c) 1989, 1990 Elf Matheiu Sternberg. May be freely distributed by cybernetic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use.
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