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Science-Fiction

The Enemy’s Bitch

So, remember “Werewolf Sex?” Well, it got a make over. Enjoy. I’ll finish it at some point. Still working on other more important stories. Since this will never go for publishing, if you do decide to repost it, which I strongly request you DO NOT, please at least post a link to me and do not claim it as your own. Have some dignity and respect, please. Thank you.
Wulfee knew she was in enemy territory. She’d seen the flags, the dead bodies and twisted machine suits. Mobile Armor Suits they were called. She was inside her own. And she was in danger.
Her M.A.S. wasn’t much bigger than her in her natural form, a form that seemed stuck partway between transformations, though whether she was a human becoming a wolf or a wolf becoming human, that couldn’t be told. She had a long, luxuriously furry tail which was cramped behind her. Her large ears twitched atop her head, which was much larger than any regular wolf, housing the enlarged, intelligent mind of a sentient being. Her long muzzle was filled with sharp canid teeth, though should one check closely, the molars were confusingly human.
Licking her parched, black, lupine nose, her green eyes flicked back and forth between the floating, projected monitors that glowed before her, showing her several different scans of her surrounding area.
Almost her entire body was covered in thick, soft fur. And that fur itched. It itched and she couldn’t scratch it. It was in tangles, mats even, and she swore she could feel the fleas running over her skin.
The suit was hot. It was cramped. Despite the padding and the way it was specially designed to be as comfortable as possible, it was becoming very unpleasant.
She’d been in the thing for almost two weeks, ever since her unit and she discovered the enemy camp. They had been sent behind the battle lines to regain several prisoners from the enemy, several high ranking prisoners. But they had been discovered and they had scattered in hopes that one of them would find their way back to friendly land and be able to tell Command what they had seen.
A shudder ran through Wulfee. What they had seen had been terrible. What the enemy did to their prisoners
.
Wulfee was glad she had not been the one to put those prisoners out of their misery. That had been the responsibility of her superior, and he had done it with a sniper rifle and much remorse.
All the scans read negative for any strange heat sources, movement, or radio signals.
Clenching her teeth, Wulfee reached up with her hand- which, like the rest of her, seemed to be stuck between transformation with its thick black pads and claws- and pulled the latch that held the front of her M.A.S. airtight. The gears hissed as they opened, the whole machine crouching low as it powered down to allow Wulfee to clamber out.
Dropping to the cool, leafy ground, she took a deep breath of the fresh night air before attacking her skin. After she’d scratched enough, she stretched her aching limbs. Two long weeks cramped in that suit, barely eating, drinking, or sleeping certainly took its toll.
If it weren’t for him, then she wouldn’t be so worried. But that black devil was still on her long heels, nipping at her large paws at every turn.
Looking up at the moons, she felt much better. Her rations were almost finished, but the moons’ light gave her hope. All those infected with the same virus as she found solace in the light of moons.
Turning, Wulfee looked over her suit. In her first battle with that black brute, she had lost her communications and navigation array. Now she was left with only a short distance emergency radio which she was terrified of using in case the enemy was nearer than her allies. The black dog had used her radio’s signal many-a-times to call to her, insulting her with his slow, deep, growling drawl. Otherwise, her machine was mostly undamaged. Certainly it was filthy. It needed a bath, just as she did. It could use new lubricants. Not to mention ammunition. She was almost out.
The sounds of the night perked her ears, making them twitch. Her nose wiggled with the smell of fresh water, and she followed it to get a drink of cold fresh water, not her nasty, warm, several-days-in-a-canteen water.
She bent over onto all fours and lapped up the water. Her padded hands felt the coolness of the stones under them and they scooped up a few of the pebbles, bringing it to her long nose.
Like a trigger had been pulled, the fur along her neck and spine stood on end and a growl sounded from her throat. He had been here, and not too long ago.
She turned; ready to run back to her suit. She felt the cold metal of a gun rest between her eyes. Gulping, she looked up as the pure black-furred male seemed to melt out of the trees. How he had snuck up on her, she didn’t know, but she was at a disadvantage. She had been foolish enough to have left her gun back in her suit. Not that it mattered. Her hand gun was out of ammunition anyways.
“I must say, your suit just sitting in the middle of the woods nearly gave me a heart attack. But now that I’ve finally got you, I can return to base and get a bath myself.” His deep growling voice was a bit too strained.
Without hesitating, knowing she took a great risk, she reached up and grabbed his wrist, digging in her claws. He snarled and pulled the trigger. She had been terribly wrong, but she had moved just in time. The bullet ricocheted off the stones and vanished into the trees. She had thought he was bluffing because he had been out here chasing her as long as she’d been out here trying to get home.
“Bitch!” he roared as she drew him down and opened her mouth to tear out his throat.
His gun was empty now but it wasn’t useless. He shoved it in her mouth, her jaws crushing it like it was a tin can. He managed to wrench free and back handed her. Wulfee slid along the ground, the rocks scrapping off her fur and skin. The smell of her own blood scared her, and she turned in time to grapple with Anubis, the male who’d been dogging her all this time. Their hands locked and he bent forward, almost touching noses. A grin split his lupine muzzle, his pearly teeth flashing in the moonlight.
“Too bad for you, my dear. Once we get back to base, you’ll be forced back into your human form and all the terrible things they’ll do to you. You know females are never killed, even after they give all the information they have. They’re kept… as sex slaves!” He spoke in that slow, cruel drawl of his, adding a wicked snicker.
In a fit of fear and anger, Wulfee put her clawed feet under his stomach and launched him across the brook. He landed in the water with a great splash.
Scrambling to her feet, she spat, “there’s your bath!” before turning and running for her suit. The pounding of her heart deafened her to everything. She knew only that she needed to get out of here. What he had said was true; she knew that because she had seen it.
She finally found her suit, his crouched next to hers. She started to scramble into it when a hard, clawed hand grabbed her by the plume of longer fur along the back of her head and neck and pulled her back against a hard body.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She snarled and tried to claw at him, but he grabbed one of her wrists and twisted it brutally behind her back, slamming her against the arm of his M.A.S.. She stopped immediately and whimpered quietly. She heard him chuckle and felt his hot breath against her ear, a sharp undertone of sexual tension in his dark intonation.
“My dear, did you really think I wouldn’t be smart enough to disable your suit while I had the chance?”
Wulfee’s eyes flicked over her suit, now noticing the cut wires. She whimpered, knowing without her suit there was no way in hell she could fight him. Male werewolves were always stronger than the females. It was just the way it was. But females were often smarter, and she knew just what she had to do to give herself more time to escape. She looked up at his suit, far different from hers, but it still had its antenna.
Twisting, ignoring the pain, she managed to break his grip. He snarled and lunged for her, but she had managed to scrabble up his suit and grab hold of the antenna. With great effort, she tore it from its place, tossing it into the bushes. Anubis roared and leapt at her, his claws tearing at the paint on his suit. He swung at her, catching her under the eye, causing her to fall off the machine and land on her back, winded by the impact.
“Now you just pissed me off, bitch!” Anubis snarled as he jumped down after her.
Despite how much bigger and heavier than her he was, the brute was surprisingly light on his paws.
Baring her teeth, Wulfee scrambled to her paws, staying hunched over to complete her transformation into full lupine form. The change to an animal took far less time than changing to human, so she finished it while on the run. She could hear Anubis also changing as he gave chase, growling behind her.
Panting heavily, Wulfee found herself at the head of a ravine. She knew she had to stop and fight him. He had much more stamina than she did for he wasn’t as starved as she was. She would prefer that he killed her.
Turning, she transformed back into her natural form, pressing herself against the wall of the ravine. She would wait for him to run by then attack. In his surprise, either she would kill him or he would kill her.
Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she didn’t notice the shadow above her until it was too late. Anubis’ strong hand closed around her throat, slamming her forcefully against the clay wall of the old riverbed.
“You are the worst bitch I’ve ever been sent out to round up!” he snarled, his teeth bared.
“At least you know what it was like for me. Now try to find your way home!” She snarled back.
He gave her one of his wry, fiendish grins, very much like the first one he had given her when he had first met her face to face and told her he was going to spend a few days enjoying her before turning her over for interrogation. As it had then, a shudder ran through her body in fear, as well as a tiny bit of subconscious lust.
“Oh I’ll find my way, alright; it just might take a little longer. And don’t think that’s a blessing, bitch, because you will find no solace with me!”
He reached into a pouch attached to his belt, the only clothing either of them wore since their fur covered everything. He then held that hand up before Wulfee’s face. Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat at the glittering of a small crystal marble. Anubis grinned wickedly at her reaction.
“That’s right, bitch, I can turn you back into your human form so you’d better behave. After chasing you around the wilds for two weeks, you’ve made me hot for you. If you want to avoid serious damage until we get back to base, then you better do as you’re told.”
A shudder ran through her. Her knees clenched together tightly, knowing exactly what he meant.
“Please, Anubis, just kill me,” she pleaded softly, her hands still gripping the arm of the hand that was around her throat. “Don’t take me back. Don’t let them do those terrible things to me.”
His hard body drew so close to her that she could feel the warmth of him through her fur. He was easily a head and a half taller than she, but she felt even smaller under that confident, dominating gaze of his. His piercing yellow eyes narrowed dangerously, his nose almost touching hers. Then his muzzle split into a grin.
“Now why would I kill you after all this time?” he drawled wickedly. “I intend to get you back after they’ve broken you. I told you you would be my slave, one way or another.”
Then he pulled her slightly away from the hard wall of clay, still holding her gaze. For just a moment, she saw his expression soften slightly, his voice a low rumble. “You should have kept running.”
When Wulfee opened her eyes, it was still dark. Her head was aching. Peering around drowsily, she noticed she was lying beside Anubis’ M.A.S. and there was a small campfire going.
Her stomach rumbled and her mouth felt terribly dry. It took her a moment to realize why. She had slept through an entire day and it was now early evening.
“You awake, mutt?”
She looked over her shoulder, her heart pounding at the sound of his voice. He was crouched behind her, perching on a large root. He looked like some evil gargoyle, the fire light dancing off his black fur, setting his reflective eyes aglow.
He bared his teeth at her in a wry grin. Truly his teeth were perfect, white and straight and deadly, obviously well cared for. His family was very well off. She could tell that by the single braid of hair that had his family beads on it.
As all soldiers, the plume of hair that normally grew through the fur along the back of the head and neck was clipped to the length of the fur itself. All but a small braid through which was threaded the beads of their social stature were they allowed while in service to the military. Based on how many and how expensive the beads told all others of the monoshifters how far up an individual was in social structure.
The expensive gems braided into his hair told her that if he wasn’t a soldier then he would be a politician or at least on the same level as one.
In comparison, Wulfee’s braid had but a few beads, made of bone and a few stones. She had joined the military to fight for her country, but also to help her family. Soldiers were paid very well, and with her father being so sick and unable to work, they needed the money.
Sighing, Wulfee turned away from him, laying her cheek against the ground. She didn’t want to deal with him right now. She wanted to close her eyes and dream of home. It was all she had left.
She heard him move, felt him glide up behind her as he took a noisy sniff of her. She then felt his hand on her side.
To show her displeasure, she growled through the muzzle he had placed on her. Her hands were bound behind her back so she couldn’t fight him off.
She felt his hot, moist tongue against her large ear. She flicked it forcefully, doing her best to seem indifferent to his attention, though her heart thumped almost painfully in her chest from fear. He obviously could smell her anxiety.
“Do you have a mate, my dear, Wulfee?” he asked.
She shook her head slightly.
Anubis clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Too bad. I would have loved to send him a message, telling him how much fun his mate is chained to my bed.” Before she could react, he gasped mockingly. “Does that mean you’ve never been enjoyed?” Again, before she could respond, he chuckled darkly, causing her hackles to rise. “I think I’ll find out for myself,” he growled silkily into her ear.
She felt her body tremble. She wanted him to go away. She wanted him to leave her alone. If she would have to endure torture, she wanted the last few days to be at least bearable.
His big tongue licked the edge of her ear again. She could feel his warm body against her own, feel every muscle of him. Even if she wasn’t bound she couldn’t fight him off. He was built powerfully, even more so than most other male wolves.
If Wulfee had ever seen Anubis in her own little town back home, she would have given just about anything to gain his attention. He was one of the most handsome wolves she had ever met, he was well off, and well bred. At home, such a man would have hardly given her a glance because she was stubborn and independent.
At this moment, however, she would have given anything at all for him to leave her alone.
She felt his thick fingers probing at the only spot on her body that wasn’t furry. His claws were retracted so that his finger slid easily into her hot passage.
Wulfee inhaled sharply, feeling her ears burn with humiliation and anger. He was violating her, his finger wiggling around inside her. She tried to squeeze her knees together tightly to stop him, but he used his superior strength to force her legs apart, placing his knee between hers, his thick finger going deeper into the moist heat of her passage. His finger pounded her hole. Despite herself, she could feel a warmth spread through her belly. She let out a low whine, her breathing harsh.
He snickered cruelly in her ear. “So it’s true what I’ve heard. ‘Mutts’ is a synonym of ‘sluts’,” he teased her wickedly.
The term he used was derogative, meant for those who didn’t have much money. It was a stereotype that “mutts” were often promiscuous. Wulfee had only been with one male, the man that her father wanted her to marry, and the only reason for that union was that she had been in heat and neither had been able to help their instincts.
Still, Wulfee did her best not to react to him, but her body ignored her mind, getting wetter and hotter. While her brain had enough thought to know what this was, her animal instincts knew only that he was a desirable male and reacted accordingly.
Snickering, Anubis rolled her over onto her back, grinning down at her. “I’m going to have my way with you, Wulfee. I’m going to fuck you how I want to. You can either enjoy it or resist it. Either way, it won’t change the fact that you’re screwed.”
He could hear her breathing quicken. His sensitive nose quivered with the scent of her hidden arousal. It caused him to chuckle cruelly.
“So, you like the humiliation, do you, slut?” he teased, his big, hot tongue licking her breast, stimulating her nipple so that it rose out of the fur.
When she didn’t respond to him, he slipped his finger around her tail which was tucked tightly between her legs and against her belly, and up into her passage again.
“I wonder how many men you’ve allowed between these wonderful thighs?” he mused to himself, giving the inside of her thigh a long, slow lick. “Wouldn’t surprise me if it were a dozen or more!”
Enraged by his words, Wulfee moved with all the suddenness of a striking serpent. Her paw connected squarely with his shoulder, throwing him back. She wiggled and squirmed, trying to get her paws under her so she could run, but his strong hand grabbed her by the ankle. In desperation, she used her other leg to strike at him again and again until his grip loosened and she could no longer feel his face under her paw.
Opening her eyes, she peered down her body to see that one of her frenzied kicks had struck Anubis hard enough to knock him back and onto a convenient rock. He lay unconscious on the ground.
Blinking a few times in surprise, Wulfee didn’t waste more than a few precious seconds to wiggle to her feet and take off into the woods.
She couldn’t transform because of how Anubis had tied her arms. If she tried to change to fully wolf, she’d break her forearms. So she had to be careful with her balance, dodging low branches and high roots.
She knew she never should have enlisted when the war started. She should have accepted the pension given to the females during war so they could survive while their males went out and died. But she hadn’t. She should have accepted the hand of that handsome red furred wolf that her father had wanted her to marry. He was a genius of computers and machines. He worked on the M.A.S. and prevented the enemy from taking down their mainframe with viruses. She could have lived perfectly well. The army would never have sent him out to fight because he was so valuable. But she hadn’t.
She had felt the need to fight. It was her and a few other special females. They were given suppressants to keep them from coming into heat during the time they were fighting. They were trained for spy work as they were flexible and small and could get information easily, just by being female. But she had wanted more, and now she was stuck in this situation.
Unable to open her mouth to pant, Wulfee had to slow down, trying to breathe. Her vision was blurry, filled with quick little lights from her lack of air.
A deep growl made her jump. Her heart raced even harder when a large shadow reared up near her, large teeth and massive claws shining in the moonlight.
It was a gregnin, a bear-like beast with short sight and shorter temper. It’s dark, wiry fur bristled as it stood onto its rear legs, letting out a fearsome roar. The claws were so long that the creature walked on its thickened knuckles.
Panicked, Wulfee turned and tried to flee back the way she had come. The beast, however, took a swipe at her, knocking her off her paws. She hit the ground hard, dazed and breathless.
The gregnin snarled, falling back to all fours and stalked toward her, drooling with anticipation of a meal. Wulfee felt cold, staring up into certain death.
Another snarl caused the gregnin to stop, its long, hairless tail flicking about in rage. All it could see was a dark mass of black fur and glowing yellow eyes. The wolf leapt from the darkness of the forest, standing over Wulfee for a just a heart beat before taking a running lunge at the gregnin.
Letting out a roar, the beast turned sharply, trying to catch the much faster and agile creature. It backed deeper into the forest, trying to escape the sharp teeth and unbridled fury of Anubis.
There was a brief yelp and the forest went eerily silent.
Wulfee breathed hard, wiggling to her paws, ready to run again, when she was slammed up against a tree trunk. Anubis’ eyes glowed with anger. The scent of blood was very strong, making Wulfee both hungry and disgusted.
“Your life belongs to me, now!” he snarled in her face. “Stupid little bitch. Of all the times you could think of to escape, it had to be while bond and muzzled. Were you looking for death?” He let out a deep, terrifying growl that had Wulfee cringing. “If I had my way, I would leave you out here to die.”
He snorted, wrenching her away from the tree, then spun her around and marched her back to the camp.
“If you ever try anything like that again, mutt, I will leave you to die, and then I’ll just tell my superiors I found you like that,” he continued. “Now I really need a bath.”
When they got back to camp, Wulfee could see by the camp fire that Anubis was covered in blood. He was nearly dripping with it.
“I can’t trust you to stay here on your own,” he said, glaring at her. “So I think you are going to have to join me. I know I saw a stream not far from here. C’mon, mutt. Keep walking.”
He pushed her forward so that she stumbled ahead, leading her to a calm, shallow river. She felt his big, strong hand on her shoulder, forcing her to sit on a rock that created a small pool. Her aching paws were in the water when she squirmed into a more comfortable position as Anubis waded into the water.
He ruffled his fur, making sure to get as much of the blood off as he could. When he stood up again, his fur clung to his form, making Wulfee’s ears burn. He was even more muscular than she had thought. Despite herself, she squirmed in barely suppressed arousal.
Her movement was enough to draw his attention to her. He bared his fearsome teeth at her in a cruel grin, his reflective gaze captivating her. His nose wiggled, his grin getting bigger. He moved toward her, crouched in the water so that he looked like a crocodile moving in for the kill.
Wulfee whimpered, trying to squirm away, but he raised out of the water, forcing his body between her legs before wrapping his powerful arms around her hip, not allowing her to draw away. Instead, he pulled her closer so that her rump was right on the edge of the rock.
“Now, now, dear. No need to play coy,” he snickered. His voice was low and gruff, his desire obvious.
She whimpered when she felt his tongue run the length of her furless slit. Then his strong tongue pierced into her passage, his cold nose against her clit. Wulfee couldn’t help the whimpers that came out of her, her whole body feeling hot.
It was then that she realized what was happening to her. She was in the beginning of her monthly heat. Ancient instincts prevented her from fighting Anubis off. Her nostrils were filled with his strong, healthy male musk, mixing with her suppressed desire for him, she couldn’t stop herself from getting moist. She was breathing raggedly, filling her sensitive nose with more of his scent.
Anubis licked within her eagerly, lapping at the moisture that welled up within her. She knew with his nose against her slit that he was being affected by her change.
In a civilized situation, she would hide away while she was in this state, as all monoshifter females did. Even if she did come out for any reason, the men knew well enough to resist their instincts, to cover their noses and avoid her. But here they were in the wild, and Anubis had intended to do this to her anyways. This just gave him even more incentive.
Finally, his eagerness was too much to bare, and he withdrew his tongue, standing up so that his hip was equal to hers. His muscular arms wrapped around her, preventing her from escaping him. She could feel the intense heat of his gender against hers. It had slipped from his sheath, engorged and throbbing against her now.
Breathing hard, Wulfee looked up at Anubis with terrified and lustful eyes. She shook her head at him, silently begging him to stop. His response was a deep, sadistic laugh. He stroked her plume of hair, grinning.
“Poor little mutt. Your suppressants just had to wear off now of all times.”
Then he leaned forward, lining the head of his rod with her opening, sliding in in a single, slow push as he growled in her ear, feeling her whole body shudder as she moaned.
“I’m going to fuck you, Wulfee, and you’ll be carrying my pups by the end of it. Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Wulfee’s heart pounded in her chest almost as hard as Anubis pounded her slick passage. She couldn’t help but moan and whimper. He held her tightly, not allowing her to pull away. He was lost in the sensation of the heat within her body, his nostrils filled with her intoxicating scent.
He growled deep in his chest when he felt the walls of her tight passage undulate around his gender, pulling him deeper into her. Her whimpers and moans were ragged and desperate, her hips thrusting back at him. Her climax was intense, her whole body trembling in his arms.
Anubis slowed, panting heavily, though he grinned at her. He snickered breathily.
“Does it feel good, bitch? My cock so deep in you? Huh?” He growled into her ear, his voice low and harsh. He sped up, pounding her mercilessly as he kept talking. “You like it, don’t you? And all this time you made me believe you didn’t want me. For two weeks you had your chance to seduce me. You were just waiting for the right moment, waiting to come into heat so it would be that much better for you. You must be quite the temptress at home, huh, bitch? You must have had a long line of males waiting for their chance to take you to bed. I can bet you were never lonely or cold at night. It must have been torture to have had no one for two long, lonesome weeks.”
Wulfee’s ears burned with humiliation. She shook her head, wanting to tell him he was a cruel jerk for doing this to her, that she had only been bedded once before. But she wouldn’t have been able to say it even if her muzzle wasn’t bound.
She moaned loudly as she felt another climax well up under her navel, the head of Anubis’ cock stoking the fire inside of her body. As the exquisite rapture erupted through her whole body, she heard Anubis’ deep rumble against her ear again.
“It turns you on so much, doesn’t it, mutt? That you’re being fucked by your enemy? That you’re going to be impregnated by me? I’m going to make you my slave, mutt. I’m going to fuck you whenever I want, and you’re going to have my pups.”
His voice was strained, his own release getting near.
Wulfee moaned again, feeling his strong jaw close on the curve of her shoulder, his fangs sinking through her thick fur, grazing her flesh. His whole body shuddered against her, his cock throbbing deep inside her. She could feel the pulsing heat of his seed and despite herself, her body reacted, the walls of her passage undulating again to draw him deeper still.
It took a minute before Anubis finally released Wulfee, slowly withdrawing from her. His rod hurriedly retreated from the cold air back into his furry sheath. His fur was mostly dry by now.
He stepped out of the water, roughly dragging Wulfee to her paws. She stumbled, her legs weak. She whimpered, ashamed that she had enjoyed his violation, ashamed at having been so used, and yet her slit still quivered, aching for more of him.
He hauled her back to camp, his voice gruff.
“Sit, mutt.”
Wulfee sniffled, obeying him. She sat on the ground, her tail tucked between her legs. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling his thick fluids leaking out of her, sticking to her fur.
He went to his M.A.S. And withdrew a new length of rope, snorting as he tied one end around a tree. He then slipped the other end around her throat, giving it a threatening tug so that it choked her for a second.
“You try escaping again, mutt, and I will make sure you do not enjoy the next time I fuck you.”
With that, he turned away, tossing a few more large sticks on the fire before melting into the darkness of the forest.
Wulfee sighed, her ears still burning at all the hurtful things he had said to her. She prayed desperately that this was not a fertile heat. Despite how humiliated she felt from his insults, she found it aroused her. She had no idea why it would.
Above her, the sky was glowing a deep, satin blue, the trees like black paper cutouts against the soft velvet luminosity of dawn. Wulfee was exhausted, her eyes barely able to stay open. She wiggled her way to the tree that she was tied to, planting her back against it.
She didn’t notice Anubis’ return, didn’t know he brought meat from the dead gregnin with him. He glanced at her sleeping form, getting around to cooking the flesh. When he had it sizzling next to the fire, he strode over to Wulfee, looking down at her. Her tail had relaxed in her slumber, laying over her lap now.
His nose twitched with the scent of her heat, still overwhelming. It just had to be his luck that she would go into heat while they were out here in the wilds.
Sighing, he stood up, walking away from her. He would let her sleep a little. He could certainly use some himself. He had hardly slept while he had been tracking her down. The whole time he had pursued her, he had intended for this to happen, had wanted to take her and use her and humiliate her. But the last thing he wanted to do was return her to his superiors. He didn’t like the way they tortured their prisoners. She was just a Corporal, and they had already captured a few of those. They had no important information. His superiors would break her, and they would get nothing out of her.
Sighing, he made sure the meat wouldn’t burn while he took a nap. When he woke, he would enjoy his prey some more before continuing the journey back. That thought made him smile as he closed his eyes.

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I have a mind control gift. At least, I think it’s a gift. Originally I thought it was a curse. The mind control is very limited in target and duration but it does have some long-term effects. Also, I’m not really in control. In fact, no one is in control. So is it really mind control? Confused? I’ll try to explain.
My name is Charles, but just about everyone calls me Chuckie after a character in the ‘Rugrats’ cartoons. I hate that show. Everything was normal for me as a child. My parents are both lead researchers working together at a university-sponsored medical center. It’s very lucrative so we’re well off.
My sister is three years older than I am and we both lead a pretty comfortable existence. Her name is Abigail. Things started to change when I entered puberty. I gradually became aware of a subtle yet distinct odor emitted by women and older girls. I waited for someone to mention the smell but no one did. At first, I thought it was menstrual blood that I smelled but that didn’t correlate with anything I knew. Because of my parents’ backgrounds, I was aware of sex and reproduction. Health class was old news for me.
I knew when my sister started her period because I overheard her mention it to my mom. I began to observe Abigail in the hope of solving the mystery. The odor lasted three days with it building up and trailing off around the middle of her cycle. This may be obvious but it took me a while to figure out my sister was sending out scent signals announcing to the world that she was ovulating. Just like a bitch dog in heat! I couldn’t believe it. I searched the medical research sites on the computer for scent signals in human females. There is a lot of pheromone research going on but not any that’s been scientifically accepted. This in itself would have been interesting but then I was distracted by something else.
I started getting horny. Not just a young and healthy pubescent male horniness. A lot hornier than that. My erections just would not go down when I was around that scent. It was okay at home. I could just retreat to my room. But at school? Impossible! There wasn’t a day that went by that a group of coeds or female teachers weren’t ovulating. Physical education was uncomfortable, especially during coed activities. I have an average sized erection but it soon became obvious to everyone the cause of my distress. The guys teased me and most of the girls just giggled. Masturbation was a temporary relief but gosh, how could I do that at school? I started isolating myself as much as possible. I considered going to my parents but I was too embarrassed.
One evening I was home with Mom and Abigail. Both of them were in heat. The odor was really strong as, it seemed, both of their cycle coincided. I was heading upstairs when I began to detect another scent. It was thick and musky. It was coming from me! Oh no! I thought. Now I’m going to start smelling like an old man. A lump started forming in my throat and I thought I was going to start crying. I continued upstairs and passed Abigail in the hall. I know she smelled me because she gave me a really weird look. I ignored her, went into my room and closed the door. I flopped back on my bed. What next, I thought.
The door opened and Abigail walked in. The fact that she didn’t knock or ask to come in pissed me off. Hell, I was already pissed off.
“Don’t come in,” I shouted. “Get out!”
Abigail ignored me. “I-I just want…” She seemed confused and continued toward me. When Abigail was about a meter away something made critical mass and exploded in our minds. We both knew what we had to do.
I can’t honestly say our fuck was anything more than the most basic of animal couplings. Certainly no romance, passion or technique. My only desire was to come inside Abigail and fertilize her egg. I didn’t know if Abigail had her come and frankly I didn’t care. We came to our senses about the same time. Abigail jumped up, grabbed her clothes and hurried out of the room. I heard the bathroom door slam and the shower start.
I must have dozed for a bit because when I awoke I heard “… is in her room crying and won’t say a word. Do you…?”
I looked at my mom and I saw her eyes glaze over. I screamed in rage and reached out to push her away. Instead I found myself pulling my mother onto the bed with me. Far from resisting, Mom actually assisted me. In a matter of minutes I deposited a dose of sperm into my own mother’s womb.
Instead of jumping up and leaving Mom slowly dressed as if in shock over what happened. She then started pacing up and down the room, obviously trying to reason things out in her mind. I continued to lie on the bed, resigned to my doom.
Finally I said, “I’m sorry Mom.”
“Sorry? I’m the one who’s sorry. I just can’t understand what happened.” She started wringing her hands. “I must be having a nervous breakdown.”
“It wasn’t your fault Mom.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m the adult here. Or at least I’m supposed to be.”
“Please! Let me explain.” Once I knew that my mom wasn’t going to kill me right off, I had to get it off my chest.
My mom’s puzzled look turned to interest soon after I started my story. Heck! She actually smiled a couple of times. About half way through my narrative she grabbed paper, pen and a voice recorder and had me start over. I obviously had piqued her scientific curiosity. Mom started asking me questions and scribbling notes madly. When Dad got home I had to start the story a third time. I didn’t mind. I actually was getting a sympathetic hearing. I can’t say my dad was happy when he heard about the incest, but even he got excited when he realized the scientific and research possibilities.
Mom finally remembered to go assure Abigail she wasn’t crazy and to give her a capsule version of my story. I went to bed that night knowing that my life had changed but at least it hadn’t ended.
Abigail and I stayed home from school that day. My dad went to the office and brought back a kit to take various samples from me; blood, urine, sweat, hair, saliva, anything they could think of. Mom took samples from herself and Abigail for a sensitive pregnancy test.
The next day was Saturday. We all sat down for a family conference. Dad announced that the pregnancy tests came back positive. Abigail and Mom didn’t react at all. They’d already been through their angst. I think they both instinctively knew impregnation had occurred very soon after intercourse. Dad suggested a morning-after pill. That’s when something else happened. Abigail started to go into a panic attack and Mom started getting dizzy. Dad and I jumped out of our chairs to help, but both Mom and Abigail already seemed to be recovering.
“I think,” Mom said, “these babies have announced they want to be born.”
Abigail nodded her agreement.
“Well, we won’t discuss this anymore,” said Dad. “Okay?”
This time, we all nodded agreement.
Mom and Dad spent the rest of the day in private arguing theories about what happened and, I think, discussing my future.
“We’re pulling you out of school,” Mom announced.
Wow! They were moving fast. It was only Sunday morning. Dad and Abigail had taken off so that Mom and I could talk in private.
“You’re a walking time bomb,” Mom added. I nodded. I was glad the other night’s incident hadn’t occurred in public. That thought made me shudder.
“What about my education?”
“You’ll be taught by a private teacher. A male teacher, I think. Also, I’ll be staying home with you for a while.”
“What about your work?”
“Oh, it’ll continue. You’ve handed us a project that any number of researchers would sell their souls for. Your father will continue with his research to provide us with an income and facilities for our personal project. You and I are going to be working together to find out what happened.”
“What did happen?”
“We don’t know yet. Maybe we’ll never know. Your father and I discussed many possibilities yesterday.”
“What’s your best guess?”
“Well, let’s go back to early Man, not too long after he branched off from the ape line. He probably had the ability to smell the scent of fertile females, just like you can. Over the millennia, he eventually lost that ability. This was not necessarily a bad thing. When Man developed agriculture, family units were forming and with that, the concept of property. If a man could be reasonably assured that his female’s child was the result of his own seed, he could pass the property to his heir without worrying whether the child was the product of a rival or even a stranger who caught his woman’s scent when he wasn’t around. From such simple beginnings civilizations developed.
“Somehow, this long-dormant gene has been activated inside your DNA, allowing you to smell the scent of an ovulating female. This in turn activated another gene allowing you emit your own scent, attracting the ovulating female.” I shook my head, not in disbelief, but in amazement.
“What about the other thing when you and Abigail got sick?”
Mom smiled. “I can only speak for myself right now. When I walked into your room and got near you, the reasoning processes in my brain short-circuited, so to speak, and everything else became instinct. My reasoning didn’t return until insemination was completed. My hunch is that the episode imprinted itself on a non-reasoning, more primitive part of my brain. That part of my brain equates the survival of the child growing inside me with its own survival. Any other possible explanation borders on the supernatural which scientists reject out of hand since it’s something that can’t be reproduced under laboratory conditions. So there you are. You’re the walking, talking Holy Grail of pheromone research. No woman of child-bearing age can resist you.”
I grinned at the thought. “I guess there must be some downside.”
“Oh, sure.” Mom was sober now. “Because of the uncontrollable nature of the phenomenon, I can see you in jail for sexual assault, dead or severely injured from an outraged husband, suffering from a sexually transmitted disease or merely kidnapped and used as a guinea pig for government or corporate interests. I’m sure I can think of other possibilities but none of them good.”
Shit! I thought. I was scared again.
“What happens when I’m an adult?”
“Well, you can become a hermit, join a monastery or continue to work with us to isolate the gene and understand the phenomenon.”
“The first two choices don’t sound like me,” I said. “How long will it take to isolate the gene?”
“There’s no telling. Usually we’d compare your DNA with others of the same condition. Since you’re the only person in the world with this condition that we know of, there’s no one to compare you with.”
“You can’t clone me, can you?”
“Well, technically we can but all that we’d be getting is a copy of the DNA we already have.”
“Then how?”
“We’ll need to examine the DNA of your children.”
“Will two samples be enough?” I began to get hopeful.
“No. We’ll need hundreds. Perhaps thousands.”
“What?” I was stunned. This was impossible. “How are we going to have a thousand children. There’s only you and Abigail.”
“No, there are a thousand potential mothers just in this city alone.”
“There are? How do we get them to volunteer?”
I could tell my mom was getting annoyed with my failure to comprehend. Slowly and precisely she said, “We don’t ask for volunteers. You use your little gift to assure proper mating behavior.”
“Isn’t that kind of dangerous?”
“Of course!” Mom responded. “It’s also illegal, unethical and immoral. This is why we have to keep this a secret from everybody. Your father and I believe the experiment is worth the risk for the data we need. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of everything. You’ll have to trust us. You’ll be making a great contribution to science and perhaps have a lot of fun in the bargain.”
“I trust you both, Mom. I just can’t say it’s been fun yet.”
“Of course, it hasn’t. It was stupid of me to say that. I’ll try to make it up to you.”
“How’s that?” I asked.
Mom started blushing and acting shy before answering. “There’s another side effect I must mention. I get sexually aroused just being around you.”
“What!” Another bombshell!
“Let me finish, please.” I knew this was difficult for Mom so I tried to keep my mouth shut even though I was bursting with even more questions to ask.
“I believe this must be a side effect because your sister is being affected the same way. I meant to keep this part away from you. We’re sending Abigail to a private school to complete her education and have her baby in private. She’s having a difficult time trying to deal with her feelings for you. I thought I could work with you and keep you at arm’s length at the same time. I guess I’m no stronger than your sister.
“You now know the power you have over women in general and me in particular. Perhaps this isn’t even the full extent of your powers. You’re young and still maturing. By the way, your father is aware of the situation. We don’t keep anything from each other. I love your father and I still want to share his bed but it’s you I want sexually. I’ll always be available. I know the arguments against it, the incest and our age difference. I’ll understand if you feel repelled by my throwing myself at you.”
My mother had spent herself emotionally by her confession. She stood in front of me with her head down, looking as if she was bracing herself for rejection. For my part, I had a nice erection going. And it wasn’t caused by some biochemical odor either. The thought of my mom as a sexual partner was pretty exciting to me. Mom was still shy of 40 years old and I’d always considered her as very attractive.
In just a few minutes, I’d gone from feeling completely dependent to realizing how much power I really had. I guess the adage “power corrupts… ” is absolutely true. Already I was thinking about how I could use my new talent to my own advantage. I mean, helping my parents with the science was all well and good but what was in it for me? Ten or 15 -minute quickies with a bunch of women I’d probably never see again weren’t as exciting as I first thought. A small but devoted harem of sex slaves was more my style. I decided to test my power. I had to know if Mom would do anything else except fuck for me.
“Mom? Karen?” I no longer wanted to call her Mom. She looked up. There was no objection to my familiarity. Well, I’d soon find out where her resistance levels were. I walked up to my mom and placed my arms around her waist.
“Karen,” I said. “I don’t care if you’re my mother. I don’t care about the age difference.” I moved my hands from her waist to her hips. I felt her muscles tense slightly and then relax. “I’m just glad you’re so beautiful. I really want you.” I reached up and thumbed a nipple into stiffness. Karen gasped slightly and leaned her head forward as if she wanted to kiss me. I pushed her away slightly and she stopped, looking confused.
“Are you my mom or are you my girl?
“I don’t understand,” she said.
“I’ll explain it to you. If you want to be my mom, you know we shouldn’t be doing this.” I was unbuttoning her blouse and slipping my hands behind her to unhook her bra. Shit! I’d never unhooked a bra before. Rather than fumble around, I’d save it until later. “As my girl, you’ll think of nothing but pleasing me and we’ll be doing all sorts of sexy things to each other.”
“Can’t I be a little of both?”
“No,” I said. “I want it one way or the other.”
“You seem to forget that I’m married. I have a husband and he happens to be your father. I owe my first loyalty to him.”
“I’m not trying to get you to be disloyal to him. I imagine you’ll be telling him all that went on between us today. Isn’t that right?” I pulled down her slacks by the elastic waistband. My fingers caught on her panties and they came down also. I steadied myself on her thighs, nuzzled my face into her pubic hair and gave it a kiss.
“Oh!” Karen gasped. She would have fallen except she caught herself on my shoulders. My mother lifted each foot as I removed her shoes and finished removing her slacks and panties. A pair of knee-highs followed and she was completely naked with the exception of her bra.
“Isn’t that right?” I repeated.
“Uh, yes. Your father will need to know.”
“And I won’t be asking you to stop sleeping with my dad so there’s no problem there. Right?” I led Karen to a couch and sat her on the edge. I knelt between her legs.
“I’m still not sure I understand what you want. You can have me anytime you want and your father won’t interfere. He wants us both to be happy.”
“I want you to tell me everything just like a loyal wife. Think of me as your second husband.” I saw her shudder when I said that and I think the thought excited her.
“What do you want to know?”
I ignored her question for the moment. I moved forward and began to lick at her vulva. I soon discovered my mother was capable of multiple orgasms. She experienced little ones every 15 to 20 seconds and they could best be described as hiccups. I wanted to give her a monster orgasm but I think my mom could have gone all day like this and my tongue just wasn’t up to it.
“Tell me what Dad’s up to,” I said finally. “You’re not telling me everything.”
“I’m not hiding anything from you. I swear.”
“Lying bitch!” I snarled. My mother recoiled physically. I’d never before cursed at her. “No man in his right mind would put up with someone fucking his wife unless he had a hidden motive. He wants to keep his wife and son happy? Don’t make me laugh!” I got and started to walk out of the room. I hoped I was doing the right thing. I knew I could dominate my mother physically, but I wanted to own her mind, too.
“Charles! Come back!”
“No thanks, Mother,” I called as I left. I went to my room, sat down on my bed and waited. I didn’t have long to wait. There was a knock at the door and it opened slightly.
“Charles? May I come in?”
“Sure, Mom.” Mom walked in and sat down on the bed beside me. She had put on a robe before coming in.
“Your father wants to artificially duplicate and commercialize your pheromone. Even in a severely diluted form, sales would be astronomic when it was shown to actually work in attracting the human female to the human male. As the saying goes, sex sells. We would have told you soon. After all, we need your cooperation. There are just so many details to be worked out, it may be a while before we can even begin working on the product. Satisfied?” she asked and smiled prettily.
“So I wasn’t to worry my brain about anything until it was time to perform.”
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t put it that way. You’re still pretty young and I’m sure you would have been bored with the details. After all, we are your parents and we do have your best interests in mind.”
“I was wondering about that,” I said skeptically.
“Whatever do you mean?” Mom’s voice and expression told me that I’d hurt her feelings.
“It’s my body and it’s my talent. I’d be taking all the risks, fucking strange women just to knock them up. You and Dad would be sitting back recording data and raking in the bucks on this pheromone product.”
“I admit we haven’t worked out all of the details,” Mom argued, “however we certainly wouldn’t want to put you in danger. We’d want to take a look at all the risks first before letting you make a move. As far as the business side is concerned, there are no guarantees that we’d be able to commercialize a product. If we did, you’d certainly benefit financially as part of the family.”
“I see,” I said noncommittally. While my mom was talking, I was taking out my prick and starting to stroke it. She stopped talking and started to stare.
“You know, Mom,” I continued, “I could make a lot of money without breaking a sweat. If I’m as powerful as you think, I could go out and find a rich lady. Someone with a gazillion dollars to her name. If I gave her a baby, she’d probably want to marry me and presto! I’d have half a gazillion dollars. What do you think?”
“It might work,” she said absently. “What do you want?” Mom was getting impatient and I think she wanted me to get her off again. My demands were only half-formed in my mind but I decided to give it a go.
“I want 51% of any business venture involving my pheromone. I want to have prior approval of any plans for Operation Knock-up. I want Abigail to stay home. I have plans for her. I want you to be my advocate with Dad. If I think of anything else, I’ll let you know.”
“Your father might have something to say about that. What about me?” I think Mom was disappointed that I hadn’t made any sexual demands of her.
“You know what I want. Are you my girl?”
“Does this answer your question?” My mother stood up and stripped off her robe. Her bra was already off. I admired my mother’s body. I didn’t have a good look before. Being no judge of cup sizes, all I can tell you was that her tits were nice handfuls. She really took care of herself.
“Are you my girl?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I’ll also be your wife, lover, whore and anything else you want me to be.” Karen knelt down beside me, placed her head on my chest and hugged me. “I also want to have more of your children. Your father and I were debating whether I should go on the Pill or have my tubes tied when this baby is born to prevent another accident. But I want you to breed me until I’m worn out.” She moved her head down to my prick and started sucking on it.
“I might want Abigail to have more babies, too,” I gasped as the pleasure afforded by Karen’s mouth and tongue overtook me.
Karen stopped sucking and said, “You won’t have any trouble with Abigail. The only opposition you’ll have is with your father.” She resumed sucking.
I decided to worry about Dad later.
In the Information Age there is no privacy. Because of my parents’ position and connections, obtaining medical, economic and other personal data are no problem. Our ideal candidate mother is a single or unmarried professional in her mid to late 20’s. She is financially stable, physically healthy and psychologically well adjusted. Her medical records are examined to make sure she has no sexually transmitted or genetic diseases. Of course, our potential mother of my child cannot be on birth control pills. It is helpful if she lives alone and is not in any current relationship. If she is likely to suffer harm in any way, we pass on her. Of course, the stigma of unwed motherhood can’t be helped.
I am an equal opportunity breeder. I don’t discriminate on the basis of race, religion or ethnic background. The women’s height-to-weight ratios are about average and they range in looks from merely attractive to extraordinarily beautiful.
To get around I wear a specially designed jacket lined with odor-absorbing charcoal filters. We tried masking scents at first but the best of them made me smell like I’d fallen into a vat of cheap perfume, which, of course, attracted attention. That was something I didn’t need.
At the university there are no shortages of students who need money. My parents announced that they needed women who would be willing to be hooked up to monitors that measured brain activity for a short while in return for a small fee. The only conditions were that they had to ovulating and not on any chemical birth control when the measurements were taken. Still, there were plenty of volunteers for the easy money. The volunteer was hooked up in an enclosed booth, told to relax and listen to Mozart.
What she didn’t know was that I was hooked up in a booth right next to her. We couldn’t see or hear each other but we could catch each others scents. I didn’t pretend to be interested in the technical details but besides becoming sexually excited, my parents discovered that the volunteers were highly susceptible to suggestion while under the influence of my scent. A lot of Mozart fans were created! This knowledge proved invaluable when the breeding program actually began.
We decided it would be best if I just showed up at the target’s door when we knew she was home alone. Her medical records gave my parents a good estimate of when she was ovulating. I’d take off my jacket before reaching her door. I’d ring the doorbell and wait for her to answer. Because of my age and size (I’m not imposing) I’m not perceived as a potential threat and no one’s refused to open the door. If I don’t catch her scent, she’s not ovulating. I just announce that I’m selling magazine subscriptions with obscure titles. She’d say, “No, thanks” and I’d be on my way.
Most of the time I was lucky. The target would open her door. I’d catch her scent and begin producing my own scent. When her eyes glazed over I knew I was in. Because of lots of practice with Karen and Abigail, my fucking isn’t so frantic and I’m better able to control myself. Once inside with the door closed, I begin a hypnotic induction, which I learned by heart. Once I have my prick in her, I tell her that she feels good about what’s happening and that she loves the thought of getting pregnant by me, giving birth and raising my child. This avoids the woman feeling panic or regret after I’ve fucked her, as happened to Abigail and Karen, and allows me to make a clean getaway. Lastly, I give her a hypnotic code word that tells her to cooperate when invited to participate in a long-term study of her and her child. Of course, it will be my parents who will be asking her to cooperate. Among the questions my parents want answered;
Is it really genetics or something else?
If it is genes, which genes are they and how were they activated?
Was there an environmental factor involved?
Will my children inherit these genes?
Will my children be able to pass on these genes to their children?
We live in a major metropolitan area where unwed pregnancies hardly raise an eyebrow. I don’t expect my activities to trigger any alarms. When I get a little older I hope to be able to spread my seed throughout the U.S. and Canada and perhaps overseas, as well.
My sister and mother are getting quite large now and I have several other pregnancies to my credit as of this writing. Surprisingly, my father complained only about the percentage I demanded from the business venture. The only concession I gave him was to let him recover his initial costs if a successful pheromone product is developed. He finally came around. I guess he figured a piece of the pie was better than nothing at all. If anything happens on that front I’ll let my online friends know. If not, well, there’s always that lady with the gazillion dollars.
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SLuT9 part 3

By Jefferson on wolfpub
CHAPTER THREE
“Mandy and the Runaways”
Friday December 15th
The next day was Friday and David had a date with Mandy, the young virgin that Elizabeth had set him up with. After work, he went home, ate a snack while watching the news and then set to work.
He got the glove and pulled the pin out carefully. He used an alcohol wipe to clean the tip of the pin. He then allowed it to set and dry while he went and showered. He came out of the shower dressed in a bathrobe and dunked the pin into the SLuT9 and let it sit to dry again. He stoppered the vial and hid it in the top of his closet behind some old shoe boxes in which he stored pictures of his two daughters.
While the pin dried again, he dressed, combed his hair and brushed his teeth. With only his shoes left to put on, David sat down with the glove again. He used some small pieces of foam to pad the pin so only the very tip of the pin poked out through the leather of the glove. He had learned his lesson with Rebbecca the day before. Her arm had bled and he hadn’t bothered to stop the bleeding. He didn’t care if she suffered, but he didn’t want Mandy uncomfortable or bleeding when he took her virginity later that evening. David was still pretty sure there was enough of the pin poking through to pass through a thin piece of clothing and still break skin when needed.
He carefully folded the glove into a ball, making sure the pin was safely tucked away and put the glove in his pants pocket for use later.
At quarter to six, Dave made sure he had his wallet, keys and the glove and headed out to the car. Gotta find a way to make a little extra money and get myself a new car, Dave thought as he slipped in behind the wheel. He started the car and made the ten minute drive to the university.
As Dave thought more about what was going to happen tonight, he almost had to laugh. Here it was, ten days before Christmas and he was going out on a date with a good little Catholic girl. She would be going home soon for winter break and, for the first time, she would have to go to Confession and tell the priest that she’d had sex and, if things worked the way Dave hoped they would, she would have to confess she had not only had sex but that she had begged for it.
Dave pulled up in front of the dormitory and parked. He went in and asked for Amanda Schmidt. The young woman at the desk called up and told him she would be down in a few. Dave found himself a seat, watching all the pretty, young co-eds going in and out and waited.
When she stepped off the elevator, Dave was sure he had found his girl. She had long, silky brown hair that was pulled back into a single ponytail that hung down nearly to her belt. She stood only five foot four with a little round face, big brown eyes, a perfect nose that turned up just slightly at the ends and a tiny little mouth. She seemed familiar to Dave somehow. It took him a few minutes but he finally placed it. She looked like that girl on The Wonder Years, Danica McKellar.
Mandy seemed to know who he was as well. Dave guessed that Elizabeth had told her about him which was fine. It stopped the awkward moment where she sees him and realizes he’s old enough to be her father. She waved to a few people as she crossed the lobby and came to stand in front of him. Dave rose to greet her.
“Are you Mandy?”
She nodded. “You’re Max, right?”
He put out his hand and she took it and they shook.
“Shall we go?”
She nodded shyly. He offered his arm and she took it and he led her out of the building and out to his car.
“So, where are we going tonight?”
“Well, I was thinking dinner. After that, I leave it completely up to you.”
Mandy nodded, apparently approving of his plans. He opened the car door for her. Once she was in, he shut the door and ran around to climb in behind the wheel. “Do you like Italian?”
“Doesn’t everyone?” she asked, giving him a very pretty smile.
Dave started the car, backed out and pulled the car out onto the small two lane road that cut the university in half.
“So tell me about yourself? Have you been married?”
Dave hadn’t thought about the fact that since this was a date, not just him giving some girl SLuT9 and taking her to bed. The girl might actually want to get to know him. Right now, she thought his name was Max. Dave had to think quickly about what to tell her. He made a decision that it was easier to tell just one lie than who knows how many. He decided to stick with the truth as much as possible.
“I was,” Dave said, nodding. “She left me for another man. They’re living together now. I have two kids, both girls, both of them are just a few years younger than you. Emily is seventeen and Hayley, my baby, is fifteen.”
“Why are you dating someone not much older than your daughters?”
“It’s Elizabeth’s fault,” Dave told her wanting to come up with a good story. He tried hard to remember Elizabeth’s story but had little luck recalling what it was. He kicked himself for not calling Elizabeth and finding out how much Mandy already know “We met and flirted. We really hit it off but there just wasn’t any chemistry. She told me she knew this really great girl she thought I would like. That was you. Without even asking me, she pulls out that pink cell phone of hers and calls you. I promise you, I had no idea what she was doing until I heard her talking to you.”
“So you don’t normally date girls my age?”
“I have no problem dating girls your age. To be honest, technically, this is the first date I’ve been on since my wife left me.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Two years ago this past October.”
“What about Elizabeth?”
“Elizabeth and I didn’t really date. It was just that one time. We met and….” Mandy nodded, apparently understanding.
Dave turned the car into the parking lot of the restaurant and parked. “You ready?”
Mandy nodded. Dave jumped out of the car. Mandy got the door open before he got there so he couldn’t open it for her. She once again took his arm and he led her into the restaurant. They were soon seated with a glass of water set before each of them.
“Okay, now it’s your turn. Tell me about you?”
“You didn’t tell me much about you. Just that you’re divorced.”
“Okay, let’s see. My name is Max Bernard, I’m thirty-eight years old. Born and raised here. Married right out of high school. Never went to college. Worked at the same company for going on twenty-one years now. It’s a company my uncle, my father’s brother, started. I am well up in the ranks now. Partly due to my name, partly due to the fact that I’ve been there for twenty years. They keep offering me vice president and I keep turning it down because I don’t want to be that responsible. I told you I had two girls,. They live with their mother but I’m working on that. Umm…” Dave thought for a moment. “I’m divorced. My ex-wife took almost everything when she left. Forced me to sell the house and everything which is why I drive a clunker of a car and live in a rat trap of an apartment.”
“If you’re so high up in this company, you should be making pretty good money.”
Dave nodded.
“So why not get a new house and car?”
“Because while my wife left me for another man and is living with him, she hasn’t married that other man. Instead, she is continuing to collect alimony and child support from me. Between alimony, child support, and taxes, that leaves me about one quarter of my paycheck.”
“Can’t you get the alimony removed since she’s living with another man?”
“Nope. Judge said that I had to pay until she got remarried. My lawyer tells me it’s an odd thing for a judge to do but it isn’t unheard of and it isn’t enough to get the ruling overturned. So, I continue to pay, she continues to collect, and her boyfriend is using my money to run for the state senate.”
“Your ex-wife is dating Paul Eggerston?”
“That’s him. And she’s not just dating him, she’s living with him. I guess you pay attention to politics, huh?”
Mandy nodded. “I like politics. My ideal job is to get hired by CNN and work as a political correspondent. So, how often do you see your kids?”
“Oh I get to see them pretty regularly. Rebbecca just makes it tough for me. That isn’t my problem. Right now, Rebbecca and I are locking horns over Christmas. I was living in this horrible little place right after we divorced and I wouldn’t let the girls come over for Christmas. By last Christmas, Rebbecca had moved the girls in with Paul and she told me the same thing she’s telling me now, that they want to spend Christmas together as a family. Of course, it’s nothing more than a big heaping, steaming pile of bull…” Dave stopped himself from finishing the sentence.
“Bullshit. You can say it. I know Elizabeth described me as a good little Catholic girl. She always does, but even us good little Catholics cuss sometimes.”
“Good to know,” Dave said with a smile. As hard as it was for him to believe, Dave was actually coming to like this girl. She was smart, funny and fun to be with.
“Also, you can count on not having to pay alimony for too much longer.”
“Why do you say that?”
“The man has been living with a single mother for two years. People will come to think he has commitment issues if he doesn’t marry her soon. Who wants a state senator that has commitment issues? No, my guess is he’ll marry her, or dump her, the beginning of the year. Has to do it well ahead of the real campaign and that will be the middle of the year.” Dave nodded. He had kind of figured that out for himself.
“What do you think would happen if my ex-wife was suddenly caught up in, oh let’s say, a sex tape scandal?”
Mandy smiled and leaned forward. “Do you have one?”
“I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it might incriminate me,” Dave said with a smile.
“If you have one, and if it was released to the public at just the right time, say, a month or so before the elections. It could very easily hurt Eggerston’s chances of winning.”
“I’m not out to hurt Eggerston.”
“One more thing you probably haven’t thought of.”
“What’s that?”
“Do you know what Eggerston does for a living? What his job is?”
Dave shrugged. “I think he’s an attorney of some sort.”
Mandy giggled. “He’s an attorney alright. Pretty good one too from what I’ve heard. He’s the deputy district attorney for the city.”
“Oh, really.”
Mandy nodded. “You don’t get the connection, do you?” She leaned forward, almost completely over the table giving Dave a nice look down her shirt. “My guess, he knows, and probably plays golf, with almost every judge in this city.”
“Including the judge who sat on my divorce?”
“Exactly. You got screwed all the way around.”
Their meals came and they ate as they discussed less stressful topics. She told him quite a bit about herself including that she was eighteen years old, was born and raised in the northern part of the state, had come down to go to college, majoring in communications and journalism with an eye towards TV news broadcasting.
After dinner, the two sat and finished their drinks for a few minutes and then got up and headed back to the car. Once again Dave opened the car door for her and held her hand as she got in. He then ran around and got in behind the wheel. “Okay,” Dave said, once behind the wheel. “I told you that once we had dinner, the rest of the date was up to you. So now I’m leaving it up to you. Where to?”
She opened her mouth, shut it again, her brow furrowed and then said, “You choose.”
Dave smiled at her, started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot.
“So where are we going?”
“I’m choosing, remember?”
“What? So I don’t get to know?”
“Not until we get there.”
“Fine.”
She turned to passenger side window and watched the city go by as he drove. For a moment he worried she was truly mad at him but he could see the slight smile on her face reflected in the window.
“Doesn’t matter how much you pout, although you are cute when you do, I’m still not going to tell you where we’re going. I have two teenaged daughters. Pouting doesn’t work on me.”
“Drat!” She said, snapping her fingers. “Foiled again. How about pleading, does that work?”
Dave shook his head. “Only if it comes with sexual favors.”
“Foiled at every turn.”
Dave continued to drive until they reached a park. He pulled in and parked the car. He opened her door for her.
As she stepped out, Mandy smiled at him. “I’m learning.” They both laughed.
Dave took her arm and they began walking down one of the well-lit paths through the park continuing to talk and laugh.
“You know, I had other plans for tonight. I didn’t expect this date to go so well.”
“Do you wanna take me home? If you have something else to do.”
“You misunderstand Mandy. The plans were for you. I had some ideas about what we would do and such but I don’t want to do those things anymore.”
“Because I’m so sweet and cute?”
Dave thought about this for a moment. “Yeah. Exactly for that reason.”
“What did you have planned?”
“I don’t think I wanna talk about that.”
They walked in silence for a few minutes before Mandy spoke again.
“Tell me the plans, Max. Please? I really wanna know.”
Dave stopped and turned to her. He looked down at her and into her eyes for a long moment, then bent down and gently kissed her on the lips. She didn’t resist in any way. “Let’s discuss something else.” Dave turned, took her hand again and started walking.
“Can you give me some idea of what these plans included?”
“I’d rather not,” Dave said, not looking at her.
“You wanna know what I think?” Dave nodded but still didn’t look at her. “I think you were thinking of trying to seduce me. Trying to get into the panties of the good little Catholic girl. I think Elizabeth knew exactly what you were going to do and I think that’s why she called me.”
“Why would your friend do that to you?”
Mandy guffawed. “Who ever said Elizabeth was a friend? She’s more like a friend of a friend. We know each other. We’ve even hung out together on occasion. But we don’t run in the same circles. Elizabeth is a…” Mandy considered her words before speaking. “She’s a party girl, I guess. She likes a good time. Sees lots of guys. Sleeps with most of them. She has never come out and said anything flat out about me being Catholic and all but she’s hinted that she doesn’t like it. She thinks I should… relax. Enjoy myself more.”
“And you don’t?”
“I was raised to be this way. My mother was the same way. So are my little sisters. I don’t see anything wrong with the way I choose to lead my life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging Elizabeth. I have never tried to convince anyone, no matter who they were or how they lived, that their way was wrong and my way was right. Elizabeth has no such qualms though. Numerous times, as I said, she has hinted that I should chill, relax, party-hardy and all that. I imagine she thinks I have a steel rod running up the length of my spine. That’s part of the reason I don’t consider her a friend. I took this date expecting you to be exactly that kind of man. I don’t think it’s you though. Just things you’ve said. The way you’ve treated me. I think this is new to you. I don’t think you’re that type of person. You yourself said you hadn’t dated in two years. I think you were looking for a conquest and I was, excuse the pun, virgin territory. Who could resist, right? But now that you’ve met me, found me sweet, charming, funny, cute and all that, you can’t bring yourself to do it.”
“Has Elizabeth done this before?”
“Twice. The first time I didn’t realize what she was doing. I spent two hours fighting off this guy who must have had eight arms. Finally I got sick of it. He stopped at a light, I got out of the car and walked away. Called a cab and went home. The second time I went, I was more ready. I even carried pepper spray in my purse. It’s still there, just waiting. He wasn’t as bad. He tried but when I wouldn’t sleep with him, he started rumors about me at the school but nobody who knows me believed them. Didn’t bother me any. She’s called a couple other times but I had something else to do. I had nothing to do tonight so… I accepted the date.”
Dave laughed. “What am I? A challenge? Are you testing yourself?”
“No. I figured if nothing else, I’d get a free dinner, maybe a movie and call a cab to take me back to the dorms.”
“So you’re a gold digger?”
“Of course not. You asked me, remember? You made the plans for tonight. I just came along. Now, if you don’t like that, I’ll be happy to go back to the car and you can drop me at my dorm.”
“No, I think I wanna keep walking.”
“Good. Me too.”
They continued to walk. The path was two miles long and circled around returning them to almost the same spot where they had first picked up the path. As they started for the car Mandy spoke. “So, will you be asking me for another date?”
“I don’t think so, Mandy. But I also don’t think I’ll be asking Elizabeth for another date.”
“Oh, dear. Elizabeth isn’t going to be happy with me. I’ve ruined one of her new toys.”
“A toy, huh?”
Mandy shrugged but didn’t say anything.
The two got back in the car and Dave drove them back to the college campus and stopped in front of Mandy’s dorm. He walked her to the front door, gave her a quick kiss good night and watched as she went in. He then returned to his car and headed home.
Even though he hadn’t gotten laid, Mandy had proven most useful for all kinds of information. She had pointed out a number of things about Rebbecca and Paul that he hadn’t known or hadn’t realized and she had made him understand a few things about himself as well.
Have to rethink the way I’m going to enjoy my new toy, Dave told himself as he drove home. I think, deep down, I knew Elizabeth was a slut when I picked her up. Hell, it was the main reason I chose her. Mandy would have been a different story. With Elizabeth, it was fun. She was fun. She didn’t care that I had given her the drug. She wanted her urges fulfilled and I did that for her. Mandy though, I think that would have been rape. I have no doubt the drug would have forced Mandy to give into those urges but I think she would have hated that it happened. I think it would have been pretty close to rape. Maybe it would have actually been a rape. I think I would have felt guilty for a very long time if I did what I had set out to do tonight.
I don’t feel bad about what I did, he thought, or what I’m doing to Rebbecca. I don’t think falling into bed with me again is going to devastate Becca’s world. She’s fallen into bed with me before at odd times. The day she filed the divorce papers she came to the office and had me bend her over the desk and bang her good. Nope, don’t feel guilty or sorry about Rebbecca or Elizabeth. Guess I’ll have to pick my targets a little more carefully next time.
Dave arrived back at his apartment. He took the glove with the still coated pin in it and buried it in his sock drawer. He then undressed, took a long hot shower, and went to bed feeling pretty good about himself.
Saturday, December 16th
The next morning Dave was awakened by the phone ringing. He rolled over, noted that the alarm clock on his night stand said it wasn’t quite six AM, and then scooped up the phone “Herro,” he said sleepily.
“Daddy?”
Dave was awake with that one little word.
“Em?” he asked, sitting up in the bed. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “What’s up?”
“Daddy, I’m lost.”
“What do you mean, you’re lost?”
“Mom, Hayley and I got into huge fight last night. She said she wasn’t going to let us come see you this weekend. What the hell did you do to piss her off?”
“Don’t worry about that right now,” I told her. Dave wasn’t going to tell his seventeen year old daughter that he all but raped her mother, even if her mother did deserve it. “What happened?”
“Mom ended the fight. Told us we weren’t going and that was that. Hayley and I discussed it. We both want to see you so we made a plan. We got up early this morning, well before Mom or Paul would be up, snuck out of the house and took my car. The plan was to surprise you at your apartment but we’re lost. I know how to get there but I’ve always driven it in daylight. I think I missed a turn or turned down the wrong road. We’ve been wandering around for about fifteen minutes now with no sign of getting un-lost I have no idea where we are or how to get to your house from here.”
“Where are you?”
“We stopped at a hotel. It’s a Day’s Inn. The guy at the desk says we’re on Kilpatrick Street. Near Mears. How do we get to your house from here?”
“I know where you are, Em. Just stay there. I’ll come to you.”
“Hurry.”
Dave smiled and hung up. Even when they’re seventeen, every father loves to hear his daughter say that she needs him. He jumped out of the bed, grabbed the same pants he’d had on the night before and pulled them up. He went into the bathroom and drained his bladder, rinsed his mouth with some mouthwash and ran a comb through his hair to make himself presentable. He then grabbed a tee shirt from the closet, stepped into his running shoes, made sure he had keys and headed out the door.
The hotel was only about seven blocks, as the crow flies, from Dave’s apartment but since both his apartment and the motel were in the old section of the city the streets were narrow, didn’t always run in a perfect square, and there were a lot of one-way streets. It took Dave just over ten minutes from the time he got in his car, to get to the hotel.
He saw Emily’s car. Paul and Rebbecca had bought it for her earlier in the year as a birthday present, but neither of the girls were in the car. Dave parked beside Em’s car, jumped out and went into the hotel. Both girls were sitting there in the lobby. Hayley was the first one to see him. She jumped to her feet and ran to her father, hugging him tight. Emily followed behind but didn’t run. “Are you two okay?”
“We’re just lost, Daddy. We didn’t get raped,” Emily said with her usual sarcastic smile.
After holding Hayley a minute longer than he really needed to, Dave released her and led the two girls out of the hotel and to their cars.
“I wanna ride with you, Daddy,” Hayley said when they reached the cars.
“You gonna be okay, Em?”
Emily nodded and slipped behind the wheel of her car, a brand-new, candy-apple-red Dodge Charger. Dave wished he could afford the twenty-five thousand it would take to buy one. Hayley got into the passengers seat while Dave got behind the wheel of his clunker. Both buckled up and then Dave backed out. Making sure Emily stayed behind him, the drive home took a few minutes longer than the drive to the hotel but neither of them got lost on the way.
“So, Daddy,” Hayley said as they pulled out of the hotel parking lot. “What did you do to Mom to piss her off?”
“That’s between your mother and I, Hayley. Keep your nose out of it.”
“Daddy, in case you didn’t notice. Emily and I basically ran away this morning to come see you. I think that means our noses are already in it.”
Dave glared at his daughter in the darkness but didn’t respond to the comment. He knew she was right. They had run away to come see him. He owed them something, if for nothing else than the loyalty and devotion they were showing him but he also knew he couldn’t tell them what had happened between him and Rebbecca on Wednesday that had so ticked her off that she would choose to try and keep his daughters from him.
The rest of the ten minute ride was made in silence. He pulled into his normal parking spot outside his apartment building and Em pulled her Charger in to the parking spot just to the right of his. They all got out of their cars and the two girls got a bag each out of the trunk of Emily’s car. Dave took Emily’s bag and led the two girls to his apartment door. He unlocked the door and waved them in. He handed Emily her bag. “You all know where your room is. Go get settled in while I call and tell your mother where you’re at.”
“You’re going to call her?” Emily asked, in wide-eyed surprise. “Daddy, she’ll come get us. Take us home.”
Dave smiled as he picked up the phone. “No she won’t. It’s my weekend, Em. Unless she has a real good God-damned reason to not let you stay, she’ll violate our custody agreement. She has no such reason. She’s just mad and is being petty. A judge will throw the book at her. Even with her boyfriend at her side.”
“What does Paul have to do with anything?” Hayley asked.
“Don’t worry about it, Hay. I have everything under control.” He smiled at the two girls and then dialed Paul’s home phone number.
The phone rang three times before someone picked it up. Dave recognized Paul’s tired sounding voice immediately.
“Paul, this is Dave. May I speak to Rebbecca please?”
“Can’t you call at a more reasonable time? You are aware it’s six thirty in the morning, right?”
“Yes, Paul. Believe it or not, I do know how to tell time. May I speak with Rebbecca, please?”
There was a growl from Paul, he then covered the end of the phone. Dave could hear Paul gently waking Rebbecca up and telling her he was on the phone. Rebbecca asked what Dave wanted but Paul told her he didn’t know. Dave smiled when he heard Rebbecca’s instructions. A moment later, Paul followed those instructions and slammed the phone down on it’s cradle.
Since he had heard what she said, Dave had more than enough time to move the phone away from his ear before Paul hung up on him. He looked at the phone, turned to his daughters and smiled.
“You both saw me call over there, right?”
Both girls nodded and giggled. They turned and went to put their stuff away.
While the girls were unpacking, Dave went into the kitchen, started a pot of coffee and started scrambling some eggs for his breakfast. Just as he poured the eggs from the skillet onto his plate, Emily came out to the kitchen, still dressed but now barefoot. “You want eggs?” Dave asked, offering his plate.
“No, thanks. When we got lost, we stopped and got breakfast at McDonald’s.”
She took a seat at the kitchen table and Dave sat down across from her.
“Where’s Hayley?”
“I don’t think getting up at five AM agrees with her. She went back to sleep. Didn’t unpack a thing.” Both of them laughed. “So, what did you do? I was there when you called Mom the other day. I know you arranged to meet her. Why? And what happened?”
“Like I told Hayley on the way home, Emily. That’s between your mother and I. Keep your nose out of it.”
“Daddy, it’s cutting into our time with you. You have to stop fucking up.”
“Language, young lady.”
Emily rolled her eyes but didn’t apologize.
“And just so you know, I didn’t fuck up this time. Your mother did. She’s just blaming me for it.”
“What did she do?”
“Something she regrets but can’t take back and I’m not telling you anything more than that no matter what you say or do.”
“She slept with you, didn’t she?”
“I did not say that, Emily, and I am neither confirming nor denying that claim,” Dave said, not wanting to give Emily any information at all.
Emily nodded her head. “She slept with you. Was it good?”
“Emily!” Dave said.
“Oh, come on, Daddy. I’m seventeen. I know what married couples do.”
“First off, you are seventeen and you may think you know what married couples do but I doubt you have any real idea of what goes on. And second, your mother and I are not married. She ended it, remember? Two years ago.”
“Yes, I remember. It was the day after Thanksgiving and Hayley and I still bring it up to her when we want something. It’s good for making her feel guilty.”
“Your mother can’t feel guilt, Em. In order to feel guilt, you have to possess a conscience.”
“Ouch!” Emily said, giggling. “You’re really not going to tell me?”
“Nope, I’m really not going to tell you. By the way, how do you feel about spending Christmas here?”
“I’d love too. So would Hayley. We didn’t figure Mom would allow it.”
Dave shrugged. “I won’t give any specifics but, I will tell you that come Monday or Tuesday of this coming week, your mother is going to be even more mad at me than she is right now. But,” Dave said, emphasizing the word, “you’ll also find she’s much more agreeable to certain things. Such as you girls spending Christmas here.”
“Why would that be?” Emily asked, smiling deviously.
Dave arched his eyebrows at her. “We won’t discuss that.”
“I will find out.”
“I don’t doubt that for a minute, Emily Jean. You just won’t find out from me.”
“I’m gonna go watch TV. Maybe the Smurfs are on.” Emily stood up as she spoke and headed for the living room. “I haven’t been up early enough to watch the Smurfs in a long time. I noticed the last weekend I was here that you have some channel that plays the Smurfs.” Emily continued to talk but Dave stopped listening.
After finishing his breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen Dave went into his bedroom, closed the door and sat down on his bed. He then picked up the phone and dialed Rebbecca’s cell phone number. He didn’t expect her to answer, in fact, he was hoping she wouldn’t. He got his wish granted and got her voice mail.
“Beck, it’s Dave. It’s about seven in the morning. I called earlier but you ordered Paul to hang up on me. Tell him, good job for me, by the way.
“I was calling to let you know that the girls, you know, our daughters, are here. Apparently they had the impression you were upset with me and we’re going to keep them from coming to see me. They chose to avoid the fight, got up early this morning, and came over to my place. I had no idea this was going to happen so don’t call and yell at me for it. I had no idea you were going to stop them from coming over. Please call me back and let me know what it is I’ve done that makes you believe me unfit to take care of my daughters for a weekend. Otherwise, I will return them to you Sunday night, like always. Talk to you later. Bye.” He hung up, smiling.
With that, Dave laid back down and slept a few more hours.

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Ticonderoga – Episode 4 Shattered Dreams

I am sorry this one took so long to come out. I have been busy writing my latest novel – “Saving Mouse”. It is now available through Amazon and Smashwords. You can look it up by searching for Sean M. Campbell on those sites. If I get a lot of comments asking for it I will post the first three chapters of “Saving Mouse” here for your perusal.
I now give you the next episode of Ticonderoga.
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We were drifting through a dark nebula. We could not use our drives here because the gravitational wake could cause the dense material around us to collapse unexpectedly. The way through was simple. Find a straight line path through the cloud. Get a running start. Cut the engines before you entered. Then you just coast until you come out the far side.
We had buckled down for the three day coast and then went for it.
Mighty Mouse was learning the navigation duties. This was a good time for her to do that. She could not hurt us if she made a mistake. I had the engine cut off routed through my chair. They could not be engaged until I unlocked them.
“Sir, we have an incoming message from command.” Phonecall said softly from her communications console.
“Rout it to main screen,” I said and waited for the admiral to appear.
A face I had never seen before swam into view. “Good day, Captain Graves. I am Admiral Westland. There have been a few changes in commands around here, mostly due to your newest crew member. I am currently in charge of the deep program.”
“I am please to meet you, Admiral. May I ask where Admiral Tigrat has been posted?”
“He is currently in charge of a project to erect a power tower. We have a new group of psionic cadets passing through the academy now. The strongest of them will be stationed at the tower to take advantage of the ability to transport items through the wormhole.”
“I assume this unscheduled call is not just social?”
“No, I have a mission adjustment for you. We have lost contact with the Sequoia. Our updates place your ship as the closest responder. I am marking their last reported location on your navigation screen. They should be just on the other side of the nebula from you.”
“Good fortune smiles admiral. We are currently on our second day of drift through. We should breakout in thirty-two hours. I just have one question. We all come out here knowing there is no rescue. Is there going to be a change in that policy?”
“Phillip, this is a special case. Captain Furllow is president Furllow’s son. His life is your first priority. His crew was on the last year of their tour. We will make arrangements to have a deep transport rendezvous with you to bring any survivor’s back. Phillip, if your crew pulls this off you will all be heroes. You will be the first ship to ever pull off a deep rescue.”
“We will do our best, Admiral. Do we have any intel on events?”
“The last report was they had found an earth-like planet and were sending down a landing party. That was during their last report, ten days ago.”
The communications was closed. I called a meeting of my senior staff in the primary conference room. When everyone had arrived and was seated, I started my briefing. “We have been placed on a rescue mission. We have a last know position for the Sequoia, and a crew list. I would say let’s go by the book on this but, we have no book for rescue operations. When we get out of the nebula, I am going to need one hundred percent from ship and crew. You currently have thirty-one hours to get all diagnostic checks and maintenance completed. Are there any questions at this time?”
Jazz Hand’s second engineer raised his hand.
“Fumble, we are not in the academy any more, just ask your question.”
“Sir, due to our lack of solvent the injector system is not getting as clean as it needs to. We are currently working at about ninety-eight and declining.”
“Okay, we need to synthesize the solvent we need to do the job and no more. Jazz Hands, are you going to be okay if we have solvent on hand?”
“Sir, you know my wife’s and my problem. It would be best if neither of us was around the stuff.”
“Fumble, make the solvent and move into the nacelles with it. Jazz Hands, stay in main engineering during its use. We will keep it away from you.” I dismissed everyone to their tasks. The ship would be abuzz with maintenance for the next day. Unfortunately I would be pretty much useless during this time. I found my feet headed for the lounge. I wasn’t really stressed but I needed to clear my head.
I sat down at the bar and ordered an iced tea. I knew I needed to keep my wits about me. Something just felt wrong. I couldn’t help but feel I was flying into a trap. It had all the earmarks. I felt a hand touch my back and looked up into the eyes of Dolly. “What’s wrong, captain?”
“We have been ordered on a rescue mission.”
“Deep rescue? That is a little odd; we all come out here knowing the risks.”
“This one is special. The president’s son is the captain and we are in the area.”
“It sounds to me like you need to relax. The rain garden is free.”
I turned to look fully at the redheaded bombshell that was offering her companionship to me. She was dressed in a stunning green corset, with garters and hose. She had come here to relax and had singled me out to help her.
Being the gentleman that I am I took her drink from her hand and motioned to the bartender to refill it. “Just what did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking maybe a little fun in a rain shower might help you to think things through.”
“That it might,” I reached behind me to gather our drinks they now had lids. Then I stood and took her arm as we headed for the rain garden.
When the door slid open I could smell the rainstorm in the air. After handing her the drink in my hand I touched the control panel to set the rain temperature and force. It would start light and build to a tropical depression in strength. I then guided her to the grassy rise in the center of the room.
In the middle of the room I took our drinks and set them down on the lawn. Then I began to slowly caress and undress the woman in front of me. Her skin was a soft as silk as she began to flush with her excitement. By the time the corset fell to the ground at our feet she was already moaning softly. I leaned in and took one of her breasts into my mouth. As I nipped at the nipple she wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me tighter to her.
Her hands began to work my uniform off, as I continued to suckle and caress her breasts. She soon had me naked and was guiding me down onto the grass. The first drops of rain touched my skin as she worked her way down and took me into her mouth. As the rain splattered against our skin she began to hum with my cock in her throat. It did not take long for me to climb to the edge of bliss. “I am going to cum.” I said with a throaty growl.
She pushed me deep into her throat and began to swallow. The pressure on my cock drove me over the edge as my orgasm exploded into her. As she felt me release she pulled back and caught the rest of my flow in her mouth. I could feel her swallow greedily as I pumped burst after burst into her.
As I came down from my rush I looked down to see her lovingly cleaning me. I sat up and pushed her backwards. Before she could even relax back completely I buried my face in he soaking wet pussy. I was an animal as I took her flavor and consumed it. She began to moan with passion as I pushed a finger into her pussy. Her pleasure rose to the level of screams as I pushed a finger into her ass. She was grinding onto my hands as my tongue played with her clit. I saw her reach up and begin to pinch her own nipples. Then her legs slammed shut on my head like a trap. He fingers twined into my hair and tried to pull me away but I kept my face and hands locked into place.
“Please, you have me so sensitive.”
I flicked her clit with my tongue and she screamed out and her legs vibrated. With every touch she would convulse and try to pull away. Her own legs locked me in place so I continued to lick and nibble. I pushed a second finger into her pussy and her ass as she begged me to let her relax. The sudden scream was as loud as the peal of thunder that range through the room. Then she fell back and her legs flopped limply away from my head.
As she tried to recover I worked my way up her body. She wrapped her arms around me as she felt my cock bump against her entrance. With one savage plunge I pushed into her and listened to her moan out. Then I began to pump myself in and out of her with animal passion. She was jerking and thrusting with me as she rocked into another orgasm. I felt her body continue to vibrate as I pushed in and out of her. Soon she did not even have the strength to keep her arms around me. The force of the rain against our skin had increased until it felt like we were in a waterfall. The thunder echoed our cries of passion as I rose into those heights. She felt me began to get erratic and pulled her arms back up. Wrapping them around me she cried out as I felt her explode one last time. Our orgasms rushed through us as I filled her with everything I had.
We lay in the softening rain afterward. She was lazily cleaning me with her tongue and mouth as I thought through the mission we had ahead of us. I had to lay my suspicions to rest.
I was sitting in my chair on the bridge later that day. “Marijuana, I need to you to open the records on the Sequoia and look for anything odd in their reports over the last few weeks.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I don’t care how small it is, I want to know anything out of the ordinary.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I sat in the chair for the next hour bored out of my skull. I could not shake the feeling that we were flying into some kind of trap. Something just felt wrong. “Phonecall, try and raise the Sequoia. Maybe there long range is out.”
A few minutes later, phonecall reported back. “Sir, I am showing that the signal is being received but they are not opening the channel so I cannot establish a stable wormhole.”
This news just made me feel more uneasy, what Marijuana said next made me even more nervous.
“Sir I have established something a bit unusual for the Sequoia. One of the crew members received several private communications from earth over the last few weeks. I have not found a name yet.”
“Mighty Mouse, I need you at the library console, I want a cross reference on the crew of the Sequoia. I need to know who could have gotten those calls.”
“Yes, Sir,” Mighty Mouse replied as she stood from the navigation console and moved next to Marijuana.
I knew I was going to drive my crew crazy. I left the bridge and headed for engineering. I needed to find something to pass the time. Drifting through space even on a known course made me feel helpless. It reminded me of the results of our first planet fall. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I thought about the damage twenty Cock-Biter Rats had done to this ship.
I walked into engineering to see Jazz Hands talking with one of his men. “Jazz Hands, progress report.”
“The primary and back up injectors on nacelles two and three are complete and reassembled. We will have nacelles one and four completed by end of shift. The drift has made this easy we did not have to wait for cool down time.”
“Have second shift run a full system diagnostics on the drives. Let’s use the time as long as we have it.”
“We have teams running diagnostics on every system on the ship. We should be in top shape by break out tomorrow night.”
I left engineering and headed for my quarters. My shift was over and night watch would be reporting. I caught Mountain in the hall as I passed his quarters. I exchanged reports with him and turned over the chair.
My night was restless, even my wife ended up kicking me out of the bed because I was keeping her awake. I could not shake the feeling and the longer it lingered the deeper the feeling became.
We made it through my next shift in the seat without anyone losing their head. I left orders that I was to be awoken when we made break out. Our ship was working at one hundred. I was awoken in the night by the com unit on the wall. “Sir, we are twenty minutes from break out.”
“I will be there shortly.”
Mighty Mouse fell in step beside me as I headed towards the bridge. “Captain, I found something that could be interesting. I was running the data on the crew of the Sequoia when I came across the personnel file for the second in command and his wife.”
“Spit it out, MM, I need either to confirm or break my suspicions.”
“The second in command, William Kines, is married to Janet Kines. Sir, her maiden name is Tigrat.”
I froze in my tracks. When I turned to look at Mighty Mouse I already knew the answer to my question. I also did not need to ask.
“She is admiral Tigrat’s daughter by his first marriage. Her specialty is security, and tactical.”
We were in trouble. I knew without a doubt we where headed into a trap. “Mighty Mouse, we need an edge. I think we are headed into a trap but have no way of proving it. Give me some kind of advantage.”
Mighty Mouse stepped in front of me stopping me from walking. She looked up into my eyes before she spoke. “Pig, we already have an advantage, we know it is a trap.”
We continued onto the bridge, as I took the chair from Mountain I called out my orders. “Let’s get ready for our restart. I need all systems online and functioning five by five in twenty minutes.” I thumbed the com panel on my chair to life. “Engineering, are we a clean go for restart?”
“Yes, Sir, we are five by five and on standby for injector initiation,” was the answer from the night chief.
I turned to see my wife join us on the bridge, and then looked over to our science and scanner stations. “Might Mouse, is your filter tuned and ready?”
“Yes, Sir, I am fully ready for restart.”
“Slow Ride, give us a smooth comfortable start up.”
“Yes, Sir,” Slow Ride answered as she initiated the restart sequence. I felt the slight vibration that always accompanied the start of our main gravity turbines. We all watched the main view screen as system statuses started to move towards the green.
“Wrong Way, lay a course in for the last planet the Sequoia was investigating. Science and Tactical, initiate long range scans lets see if we can gather any information.”
As the bridge began to bustle with activity, I waited for the engines to finish the cold start cycle. When the engines showed green across the board I gave the order, “Engage the drives.” I felt the smooth transition into powered flight. It felt good to be commanding a starship again, instead of a drifting hulk.
Phone call interrupted my good mood with an announcement. “Sir, I am receiving a short space distress beacon. It is coming from the surface of the planet we are on course for.”
“Is it a message?”
“No, Sir, it is the auto beacon from a life pod.”
“Send out a hail to it and let’s see if we get a reply.” I looked up at the navigation display. It was about a light year and a half to the planet. That meant ten days to travel there. It also meant about ten minutes for a short space message to get through. Long range scans would only give us information on bodies of planetary size at this distance. We would have to be within a light day to detect something as small as a ship.
The twenty minutes for a message to make the round trip seamed to drag on into days. I received a shock when we actually received a reply.
“This is Captain Furllow, of the UPS ship Sequoia. We have been stranded planet side after an altercation on board our ship. It’s good to hear a friendly voice, Ticonderoga, is there any chance of a pickup, we have twenty crew members surface side.”
“Phonecall, fire up the wormhole generator, I need to talk to Captain Furllow and this wait will drive me nuts.”
“Link established, Sir, talk when ready.”
“Captain Furllow, this is Captain Graves of the Ticonderoga. I am glad to hear you are alive and well. Can you give me a situation and status report?”
A moment later a distinguished looking gentlemen appeared on our main view screen. “You have no idea how glad we are to hear from you. I am not really sure what happen. I turned my command over to my second in command at end of shift then my bridge crew and I retired to the lounge to relax for a bit. We were going to make planet fall the next morning. We had a couple of drinks and I suddenly got very tired. We woke up in an escape pod in mid planet fall. My ship and crew were not on sensors. It is my feeling we were drugged and abandoned.”
“I have reason to believe your second in command has taken control of your ship.”
“Captain Graves, I need my ship back. My crew only had three hundred and fourteen days before our tour was over and we could head home.”
“We are on our way to pick you up and we will discuss options at that time.”
After the communications was cut, I turned towards Mighty Mouse and Marijuana. “Do we have any information?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary is showing up on scans,” my wife replied.
The waiting was driving me crazy. We were only a few hours away from the planet and still our scans had shown nothing. We had managed to verify the presence of the life pod on the planet. That was the only news we had received. We had maintained an open channel for Captain Furllow. His life pod did not have the communications upgrade.
I motioned to Phonecall to un-mute the channel, “Ticonderoga to castaways.”
“This is the castaways, Lieutenant Dotty speaking.”
“Dotty, please let Captain Furllow know it is time to pack your bags, we will make planetfall in four hours.”
“I will tell him immediately, Sir.”
As I was getting ready to sign off there was a massive lurch throughout the ship. This was followed by the sound of an explosion. Reports started coming in from all around the ship. Our number three nacelle had taken a direct hit from a torpedo. We were now spinning out of control. As we came around I saw the Sequoia looming over us. She must have hidden behind the gas giant and attacked when we passed.
“Target that ship and fire!” I barked out. We had come in with gunners in position. “Shields on full! Helm, get us under control!” We had gone from rescue to fight for our lives in less than a second.
Our first volley of torpedoes caught the Sequoia broadside. I looked over to see Mighty Mouse plugging in her monitor wire. “Mighty Mouse, wait until we establish communications.” She must have ignored me as I watched her slump forward against her console. “Phonecall, open a channel to the Sequoia and copy broadcasts to high command. Gunners, pound her shields until she signals her surrender.”
The ship that had attacked us was nearly twenty years older than ours. We had a good chance of crushing it completely. But I wanted the second in command and his wife alive. I also did not want to crush the ship if I could help it.
What happen next caught me completely by surprise. The impact of the torpedo on our opposite side rocked the ship. Our shields held but just barely. My tactical screen told the story. The Sequoia had three shuttles out and armed with torpedoes. The rigged launch tubes were slung under the craft. I watched a shuttle fire one of the torpedoes as Bumpy put us into a roll. I watched the screen as the torpedo skimmed along the bottom of my ship and headed straight for the Sequoia.
When my eye connected the path of the torpedo with its target I knew there was no other end. The torpedo went straight into the open shuttle bay of the Sequoia. The results were spectacular to say the least. The body of the craft was opened like a melon. How she remained intact enough to function at all was a miracle. She was no longer capable of any actions on her own.
My tactical station started barking maneuvers to deal with the shuttles. The fight had gone out of them. They were already signaling their surrender. Forty-five seconds into the fight and it was over.
Now, we had to clean up the mess. We had High Command and Captain Furllow both screaming for status reports. I watched on the screens as two of the shuttles started moving towards us and the third started to move away. My brain just managed to register the fact that something was wrong when my ship’s drives kicked in.
I spun to look at Mighty Mouse’s monitor. She had hijacked the computer and taken control of my ship. What was she doing? Then at the same time every monitor on the ship started flashing the words “Hold on”.
The snort drives suddenly powered to wide open. I could feel the ship protest as the drives were trying to rip her hull apart. Then my world turned inside out. The positions of the planets around us seemed to suddenly shift.
As I recovered my equilibrium, I looked up at the main screen. There was nothing but a wall of light back the way we had come from. I was watching the blast wave from a matter/anti-matter explosion. “Tactical, Report! How long before that blast wave reaches the planet?”
“Thirty-six minutes, Pig. I am also tracking the last of their shuttles. It is seven light seconds in front of the wave and running like its ass is on fire.”
“Its ass is on fire! Phone Call, send a sit rep and logs to High Command and open the channel to Captain Furllow. He has to lift off his people now. We have to scoop them up and run for our lives!”
“Sir, they will achieve orbit in twenty-two minutes.”
I slapped my com panel and called out to engineering. “Jazz Hands have the tow beams ready for an emergency grab. We are going to have one shot at this.”
“Sir, this is Goodwrench. Jazz Hands is not available. We will have those beams ready.”
“Where is Jazz Hands?”
“He is in the generator room, Sir.”
“Get those beams ready.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I closed the channel. If Jazz Hands has been nipping at the solvent again, I was going to strangle him. I fumed over that for a few minutes before I heard the report that the evac pods were lifting off from the surface of the planet. “Bumpy, plot us an intercept course to the shuttle. Keep us in front of the blast wave. I want the occupants of that shuttle alive.”
The first of the evac pods reached orbit. I opened the channel to engineering again. “Get those pods on board as fast as possible.”
“Yes, Sir.”
As I closed the channel I looked over at Mighty Mouse. She was still jacked into the console and out of body. I had no idea what she was doing but I hoped she knew.
As soon as the last pod was inside the shuttle bay, I gave the order. “Bumpy, get us moving now!”
I watched the throttles pushed forward and there was a moment of hesitation from the engines. Then we were moving on course to intercept the shuttle. Why had the engines hesitated? They had never acted that way before. I opened the channel to engineering again. “What is going on down there?”
“Sir, this is Goodwrench again. I need to report a casualty. Jazz Hands was in the core room when the engines engaged. I am registering no life signs.”
“What was he doing in the core room?”
“When the engines engaged at full power earlier without moving, it burned out the main transfer couplings. Jazz Hands was replacing them sir.”
My blood ran cold. I had lost one of my crew. I knew it would happen eventually but I was not ready to lose anyone. How can the captain of a ship ever be ready for that? “Why wasn’t I informed of the problem?”
“Jazz Hands ordered us not to inform you. He knew it would take him ten minutes to climb out after the couplings were replaced. If we had waited we would have been there when the blast wave hit.”
I sat back as the ship moved to intercept the shuttle. My mind was recoiling at the thought of telling his wife. Then a voice cut through the fog in my head.
“Captain Graves, I am pleased to meet you in person.”
I looked up to see Captain Furllow standing over me. I stood and took his hand. “I am glad we could be of assistance. Right now we are trying to catch that shuttle before the blast wave does. They are losing ground rapidly and are only a few seconds ahead of the wave.”
“Captain, I want the people on that shuttle as much as you do, I would not risk my ship and crew for their capture. Let the blast have them.”
Behind us the planet was roasted as the wave swept over it. The atmosphere boiled away and every living thing on the surface experienced temperatures in excess of a million degrees. “Those people are the only mutineers still alive. Their mutiny cost you your ship and crew. It cost me a member of my crew I considered a friend and family. Now they have cost a planet its life. I will have them or I will die trying to bring them to justice.” The intensity in my eyes made him draw back.
Bumpy broke the tension with his announcement. “Captain, we are pulling in front of the shuttle and will be in tow beam range in one minute.”
As soon as he finished speaking the ship seemed to lurch slightly and then the words “Go Now!” appeared on the main screen.
“Bumpy, pour on the speed! Get us out of here as fast as you can!”
As the ship accelerated to maximum speed Mighty Mouse spoke from behind me. “Captain, the prisoners are in the brig and Jazz Hands is in the medical lab.”
“Thank you, Mighty Mouse.” I said, then as what she said sank in I turned to look at her. She was smiling.
“Sorry, Captain, I did not have time to inform you. I teleported Jazz Hands out of the core room when the engines engaged. He has slight radiation burns and will need to be treated.”
“Thank you.” I said softly, as it sank in that this young woman had saved the life of my crew and crew members several times during this encounter. I then turned to Captain Furllow. “Captain, I believe we have some prisoners to interrogate. Would you care to join me?”
“I await the pleasure of this interview.”
A few minutes of time found a small group of us standing in front of the brig cell that contained the prisoners. It consisted of Captain Furllow, Mountain, Mighty Mouse, and myself. I looked into the cell to see William and Janet Kines sitting naked on the bench.
“Commander Kines, I am glad I get this chance to meet you. It seems we did not have a proper introduction when we first encountered each other. I am sure I do not have to inform you of the penalties attached to a charge of mutiny.”
William Kines looked up at me and smiled. “You cannot make a charge of mutiny stick. I was acting under orders from high command.”
“It seems your orders came through an unofficial channel. High command had no idea about your orders.”
“My orders came straight from the mouth of Admiral Tigrat himself.”
“Admiral Westland, did you get that last transmission?”
“Yes, Captain Graves, several MPs and I heard it.”
“Then I guess this interview is over. Captain Furllow, would you and your wife care to join us for dinner?”
“It would be an honor, Captain.”
Later we were all sitting around the Captain’s table in the dining area. “Captain Furllow, what are your plans for now?” I asked as I we waited for our dinner to be brought.
“That is an interesting question. I was looking forward to heading home. We only had a year left and then a long trip home. Now we either spend several years asleep in a short space pod or we stay as part of your crew and remain out here for fifteen more years. Captain, you will pardon me and my crew if we are a little down about this.”
“Mighty Mouse, do you think you can do it?”
“Yes, Sir, but we will have to have the couplings disconnected before I power up the engines.”
“Captain Furllow, what would you say if I told you we could get you home very quickly?”
“What do you mean by quickly?”
“That we will show you tomorrow.”
“This is painful, my crew and I were going to be the first successful return from going deep. Now we get to return home in disgrace, just another failed mission.”
“Your mission did not fail, Captain, it was betrayed from within. I am sure High Command will take that into account on your return.”
I was sitting at my desk in our quarters. Mighty Mouse and I had a plan. Now we just had to clear it with Admiral Westland.
“Captain, this is Nightwatch, your scrambled call to the admiral has gone through.”
“Transfer it to my quarters please.” It only took a second for the call to connect to my desktop monitor. “Admiral, I am aware it is highly unusual for us to place a call directly to you at your home. I need to explain what we are going to try tomorrow.” After a lengthy conversation the Admiral agreed that it was the best solution. The twenty extra people would put too large a strain on my ships supplies. We had to get them home.
After the communications was terminated I moved over and put my arms around my wife. “Baby, I love you.” I said softly and felt her melt against my chest.
“I love you too, Phillip. Take me to bed.”
“With all my heart.” I said as I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to our bed. I laid her gently in the bed and began to caress her through the silk nighty she wore. Her skin felt so smooth under my hands. I could hear the light sighs and moans that escaped her as she enjoyed my touch. I began to untie the bows that held her gown closed. With each small spreading of the silk I kissed the skin it revealed.
I could feel the heat of her skin rise as her passion began to burn. The aroma of her arousal began to fill my senses. I slid her nighty apart after untying the last bow. Then I caressed my hands down the skin of her sides and stomach. The light moan of passion that came from her built me higher. I began to kiss and lick her from head to foot. Every touch of my tongue would elicit a new sound of pleasure from her. In the weeks since we had admitted our love for each other our passion had grown. We were like newlyweds on our honeymoon. Every night we made love. That is what it was between us now. We both sought other companions for stress relief, but together we made love.
As my kisses and caresses intensified, she entwined her hands in my hair. I could feel her guiding me to what she wanted. I ran my tongue lightly along the lips of her pussy and listened to the inrush of breath into her lungs. No matter how hard she pulled my head towards her all I would give were fairy light touches and licks. I lifted her legs upward allowing me full access to her treasures. Then when her moans started turning into frustration I licked from her puckered rosebud to her clit.
“Oh God, Phillip!” She moaned out as she began to shudder and quake. Her nectar came to me in a flowing stream of sweetness. Her taste was like the purest ambrosia. I sucked her clit into my mouth and nipped at it lightly. Her small orgasm skyrocketed into the clouds. Her moans became cries of passion. When she started to relax I pushed my tongue deeply into her entrance and curled it upward. Several flicks of my tongue started her up that hill again. Soon she was moaning out my name and begging me to push her over. When I heard these pleas, I pushed my tongue deeply into her ass and she once again fell over into bliss. I rode the waves of her climax until she was starting to slow down then I pinched her clit between my fingers and stroked it with my middle finger. I could feel her start to stiffen again. When the rush came on her again, I pushed my tongue into her entrance and a finger into her rosebud. She went over into a cataclysmic climax. Her legs tried to clamp onto my head as she began to buck and try to get me off of her sensitive pussy. I held on and forced her to keep orgasming. She began to plead for me to release her. I began to stroke my finger in and out of her ass, as I worked her clit with my fingers and her pussy with my tongue. Within seconds she was pulling my hair and crying out. Then with a force of will strong enough to move mountains she spread her legs and grasped my ears. She knew I could not stay locked while she pulled on them. I gave up my feast as she pulled me up her body. We locked into a kiss full of passion and power.
I was in the perfect position. I felt her sudden exhalation of breath into my lungs as I thrust fully into her. Then she pulled her head back and moaned out her pleasure. My thrusts became urgent as I pushed her again into orgasm. I could feel her nectar running over me as she rode the tidal wave of our love making. Our passion had us kissing and thundering towards our conclusion. She pulled back from my kisses, then began to cry out, “Cum with me, Phillip! Give me your essence! Give me your passion!” I began to tense and my thrusts became erratic. We both were moaning out as we approached our climaxes. Then with one final thrust I buried my cock as deeply into her as I could. My cum flowed into her in spurts and waves as she cried out her orgasm.
In the afterglow of our lovemaking we snuggled and kissed. It felt so wonderful to be in her arms and to have hers around me. Somehow it made the place we were in so much more bearable. We talked through our days and relaxed. Then when we were both ready and cleaned up a little I walked over to the communications panel. After thumbing it to life I called the Med Lab. “Melons, is there any change in Jazz Hand’s condition?”
“No, Sir, he will finish radiation decontamination at zero-eight-twenty-three tomorrow.”
“Contact me if there is any change.” I then switched the channel to Mighty Mouse’s room. “It is clear for entrance.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I had barely climbed back in the bed when Mighty Mouse entered our room in her pajamas. She climbed in the bed between us and we all wrapped our arms around each other. Just before I drifted off to sleep I heard my little mouse whisper. “Good night, Dad. Good night, Mom.”
We both mumbled, “Good night, sweetheart.”
“Admiral Westland, it is good to see you this morning. I see you have the command admiralty with you. May I speak freely?”
“We are the only people in the room. Speak freely.”
“What we are about to attempt must remain a secret among the admiralty right now. I am sure they understand the reason for it. Captain Furllow has volunteered to be or first subject. He refuses to risk any other member of his crew. M.D. Roberts has successfully short range teleported our entire ship on two occasions. This will be the first time she has tried a person through the wormhole link.”
“How sure is she that it will work?”
As admiral Westland spoke I heard the engines wind up. Then Captain Furllow disappeared from my office. It seemed like forever that we waited. Those two ticks of the old clock on the wall sounded like Thor’s hammer in my ears. Then just as suddenly the good captain was standing next to Admiral Westland. Everyone spoke at once. “Please, one question at a time.”
“Do you realize just what this could mean for our exploration efforts?” Admiral Westland asked softly as the others just stared at me through the view screen.
“I am well aware of what this can mean. It will now be possible to re-crew ships in deep space as well as give them supplies. The problem I have is that a certain Admiral has a grudge against me personally. This same admiral is in charge of the effort to build a psychic transport station. If he finds out that he can send people through, he could well send a boarding party directly to my ship. I wish the admiralty’s permission to blackmail him.” As I spoke the remaining crew members of the Sequoia began to disappear from the office and reappear one hundred and twenty six light years away in the command building.
“What do you mean “Blackmail” him?”
“The two leaders of the mutiny aboard the Sequoia that survived and were captured are his oldest daughter and her husband. Under our current command and law system I am autonomous while deep. That means I am the law onboard my ship. These two people are guilty of treason and mutiny. Those crimes carry some pretty stiff penalties. I will offer to suspend these penalties for his early retirement.”
“If we give you permission to do this we can have no knowledge of it.”
“Then we have an understanding. I will ask to speak to him alone. At the end of that conversation I will expect him to turn in his resignation letter.”
“We have not agreed to this. We need to know why we would want him to retire.”
“I will forward the logs from the Sequoia’s computer and some other communications between myself and the admiral. We can reconvene in two hours when you have had time to review the logs. If Admiral Tigrat is with you I will know your answer.”
The logs were sent and we closed the channel. After it was closed I contacted security and had them bring the prisoners to my bridge office. It only took a few minutes for them to be brought. Both were wearing shackle restraints. I watched as they were brought into the office and sat on the couch. I had them placed there so that they would be fully visible to the view screen. “Are you two both aware of the severity of the crimes you are guilty of?”
“As I said before, you cannot convict us of anything. We were acting under the orders of an admiral from High Command.” William Kines said with more than a little bit of arrogance in his voice.
“You seem to have forgotten something. We are deep, I am captain of this vessel, and therefore I am the law. I have more than enough evidence to have you both executed. Now all I need to do is decide the method of your punishment.” I watched as the fear suddenly set into Janet’s eyes. “I believe I will have Commander Kines executed via explosive decompression. Then as for Lieutenant Commander Kines, I will have her stripped of rank and used as a sex slave aboard the ship until we tire of her. Then I will use the matter recyclers reduce her to energy for our use.”
William tried to jump up from his seat on the couch. Before he could get fully to his feet, Mountain triggered his restraints. I watched as he fell and writhed on the floor as electricity arced along his body. When the device finished discharging I looked at Mountain. “Please place him back on the couch.”
Mountain roughly jerked him up off of the floor and pushed him back down onto the couch. I walked over and stood in front of them. “You abandoned the captain of your vessel on a planet with no hope of rescue. You attacked my ship without establishing communications or announcing any charges I was to be brought under. You also nearly cost a member of my crew his life. Give me one reason why I should be soft on you in any way?”
Janet was in tears. “Please, can’t you just put us in a short space pod, and send us back to Earth?”
“I would be better off abandoning you on a random planet with no communications! You almost killed a member of my crew! I should have you both thrown in the core room and the engines brought to power slowly! You expect mercy from me?” I stormed out of my office leaving the two of them there to think about what was going to happen. I had a crew member to be there for. Mountain and Everest would keep them in line.
My feet soon had me standing in front of the sickbay. Mighty Mouse had followed me and was only a step behind me. “Pig, you wouldn’t really do that to them, would you?”
“No, I wouldn’t do that to them, but they have to be afraid if this is going to work. You have a bad habit of eavesdropping.”
“I can’t help it. I can hear everyone on the ship’s thoughts all the time.”
I turned to look at her slowly. “Can you hear what the prisoners are thinking?”
“Yes, she is terrified and he is trying to plan how to kill you and escape.”
“What I am about to ask is very important. Can you talk to us with your mind?”
“I have never tried.”
“Try it with Mountain. Warn him about William.” She nodded and seemed to lose focus for a moment. Then she looked at me.
“I startled him a bit, but he knows now.”
“Thank you.” I turned and we went into the Med Lab to find Melons and Jazz Hands. As I approached his bedside he looked up at me.
“Captain, how did I get here? I expected to wake up in the last great unknown.”
“You had a guardian angel looking out for you. She yanked you out at the last instant.”
“How did she even know what I was doing? I gave all the engineering crew orders to keep you clueless until it was over.”
“You don’t want to know, and if you ever give that order again I am going to give you extra duties.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“For this infraction I am giving you three days off. You saved the ship, now go get some rest. When you get back your first duty is to redesign the main couplings. I want to be able to disengage them by remote from the bridge. We also need to be able to fire up the backup generators and leave them uncoupled. I want Mighty Mouse to have all the power she needs at command.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, now as soon as the doctor releases you, you are to take a three day vacation with your wife. Yes she gets to share in your punishment.”
“Yes, sir, and thank you.”
“I am not the one you should be thanking.”
Jazz Hands turned to look at Mighty Mouse. “Thank you, I am truly grateful.”
“You are more than welcome.”
I was sitting in my office again. William was lying on the floor with fresh bruises just starting to show. Mountain had reported that he had tried to attack them. I figured the bruises would look good for my little act. Then the call came in.
“Captain, the admiralty is on channel and waiting.”
“Thank you, Phone Call, please forward it to my office.” I waited the few seconds it took for the screen to become active. I almost jumped for joy when I say Admiral Tigrat among them. “Good Morning, Sirs. I have asked for this conference to inform you of my decision regarding the charges of Mutiny and High Treason against William and Janet Kines.” I watched as Admiral Tigrat paled in the background. “It is my decision that William is to be executed in one hour in the method of explosive decompression. Janet will serve an indeterminate sentence as sex slave aboard this ship until we tire of her. Then she will be executed by total energy conversion.”
“You can’t!” Admiral Tigrat started to say but was cut off by Admiral Westland.
“I am afraid he can. He has autonomous power while deep. It is his right and power to uphold the laws as he sees fit. I assume you have evidence to support the charges?”
“Yes, Sir, I have the logs from the Sequoia. They detail the contact between these two and one of the admiralty staff. They also detail the events of the mutiny and our own logs detail the events of the attack on this ship.”
“We will expect a full report with your weekly check in.”
“It will be forwarded, Sir.”
“It is customary for the condemned to get a last visitation with family. May we ask this mercy from you?”
“I would not consider myself a captain if I was cruel about this sentence. Might I suggest you step out of the room so that Admiral Tigrat can say goodbye to he oldest daughter and her husband?” I watched as the admiralty stepped out of the room leaving Admiral Tigrat at my mercy. Once they were clear of the room I spoke openly. “It seems, Admiral Tigrat, that you have misjudged me and my crew and now your daughter and son-in-law are going to pay the price.”
“Please, Phillip?”
“Please what? Please spare them from your attack? Please spare them from the crimes they committed in your name? Why would I do that?”
“Phillip
”
“I am Captain Graves to you. You have no right to call me by my first name.”
I watched as he seemed to swallow and nearly choke on the words. “Captain Graves, please put them in a pod and send them home to me.”
“What do I get out of that? Then you will just contact some other loyal clown and send them after me. I am tired of watching over my shoulder for your traps. As long as your daughter is on my ship we will be safe from your attacks. Besides, I have not had the pleasure of this daughter. I am sure she will be a most attentive slave. Imagine those lips wrapped around my
”
“Please, I will do anything.”
My mind jumped in elation. I had found his weakness. His family was his Achilles heel. “So if I return your family to you then you will tender your resignation? I want to see you resign in disgrace.”
“I
 I
.”
“Mountain please escort Mister Kines to airlock one. Everest please take Missus Kines down to the lounge and outfit her with her collar.”
“Wait! I will do it.”
“Sit down and type up the letter of resignation, now. Hold it up to the screen, when you are done, so I can read it. If it leaves the camera view after I have read it, I will terminate the call and proceed with the punishment.” I watched as he typed up his letter. In my mind I was dancing. I had Tigrat over a barrel. If he refused he would lose his family forever. I would let his daughter contact them and tell them he refused her safety for his career. If he did it his career was over.
The Admiral finished his letter in only a few minutes then held it up to the screen. I read through it and found it all in order. Then I invited him to ask the other admirals to return to the room. “Oh and, Admiral, you might want to note that the recording station is off. So any claim of duress for your resignation will have no support.”
I watched the admiral growl as he called out to the others. Within seconds they were standing in front of the view screen again. “It seems that Admiral Tigrat has offered his resignation to spare the lives of his Daughter and Son-in-law. I have graciously accepted. I am afraid Admiral Tigrat I will have to forgo my promise of being there at your retirement party.”
It was Admiral coffee that spoke first. “You do realize Admiral Tigrat that if we accept this it is irrevocable. You also will only retire on half pension.”
“Yes, Robert, I understand. I would do anything to ensure my family’s lives.”
I interrupted the talk at the far end. “May I make a request?”
“Certainly, Captain, What is your request?”
“I would like to have the admiral’s resignation refused, and he allowed to retire in the normal course of time with full pension. I do not believe his family should be made to suffer.”
All of the admirals looked at me in surprise.
“Maybe I should explain. I feel I owe my present position to the trust the admiral showed in me when he promoted me and gave me the command of this ship. As such I feel the admiral should be forgiven for any part in this and allowed to continue his duties. It is my understanding that the Liskian home world is in need of an ambassadorial presence. It is my belief that he will fit that position admirably.”
I waited as they all absorbed what I had said. Then Admiral Tigrat spoke softly. “Why?”
“Admiral, I am not a vengeful man. I just want you to let me do my job and explore. We had an agreement at one time. Please allow me to die my bloody death at my own hand.”
I looked upward and called out. “Mighty Mouse, send them home.” Within seconds the engines had wound up and the two prisoners disappeared. I then turned to the view screen again. “Admiral, I and my crew are in enough danger out here. Let us face it. I cannot speak for Captain Furllow, he may well still wish to press charges for the loss of his ship and crew.” As I spoke the two people appeared among the admiralty.
Admiral Tigrat looked at me through the view screen. “Captain Graves, I believe we have an understanding.” He then turned to the other admirals. “I would accept the post as Liskian embassador, if it is offered.”
After Mountain and Everest had left my office, Mighty Mouse entered. “May I ask a question about why you did not press your advantage on the Admiral?”
“You can ask.” I said with a small smirk. She stood there waiting for my answer then she started to giggle.
“Why didn’t you press your advantage? You had him nailed to the wall and he knew it.”
“If I had pressed it he could have called duress. Even without logs for evidence the facts would have been compelling. There is an aspect of this though you are forgetting.”
“I understand that Captain Furllow may press the issue.”
“You went through the crew roster. Who is Captain Furllow’s father.”
“He is the current president of the United Planets.”
“What exactly do you think is going to happen to Admiral Tigrat when the president gets word that the admiral tried to have his son abandoned on a planet?”
“Oh my!”
“Exactly, I do not believe that the Admiral is going to be an ambassador. It is a lot more likely he is going to be In charge of garbage disposal or sewage system maintenance.” I said as I headed for the door to my office.
I walked onto the bridge. “Bumpy, what is our next target of opportunity?”
“There is a habitable world around a star four light years away.”
“Point and click, Bumpy.”
“Yes. Sir.”

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CAW 17 entry – Drifting

The ship rocked in space. I had no idea what was happening but the evacuation alarm had been triggered. I was running for the life pods for all I was worth. Again that rocking sensation this time so hard it threw me to the floor. Then the deck started to vibrate and shake as if we were in a planet quake. People ran and screamed around me. Then the sound of an explosion pealed through the hull.
It took everything I had not to panic. I was an officer in the navy. It was my duty to be strong for the enlisted men. My assigned life pod was only a few hundred feet away. I had to get there to make sure everyone was on board, and it was not launched early.
I could see the life pod door a few feet in front of me. I tried to keep my head as I climbed to my feet and moved towards the door. Once there I climbed inside and began to strap myself into the pilot’s chair. The rules of naval service said the first one in the pod had to start the checks.
As I was running through the checks a young blonde woman sat in the copilot’s seat. “Lieutenant, I have green across the board,” she said in a calm voice.
“We are a go for launch, as soon as we fill up.” I said as the launch doors slid open in front of us. These pods were designed to support twenty people for thirty days. They had very limited drive capabilities. They could make light speed but out here in deep space light speed was not very fast. Distances between stars would take years at that speed.
I looked up into the rear view as people started to move towards the entrance to the pod. Then suddenly there was a roar as the hallway opened to space. The auto doors slammed shut and the pod self initiated launch. I could hear the woman next to me scream as the realization of what had happened sank into her soul. Then mind numbing acceleration accompanied by a rocking sensation as the lifeboat struck something on the way out. The ship had used its booster engines to launch us out of the birth. That would only happen if life had been detected on the pod and the attaching hallway had been compromised.
The small pod rotated lazily as we were propelled away from our ship. I watched in horror as the ENS Scotland came into view. She was burning in space. The drive section was nothing but debris. The launch deck was in ruins. The worst thing I could see was we were the only life pod streaking away from the ship. I held hope that the ship would remain intact enough to save some of the crew. Then the explosions started along the seven mile length of the great carrier.
The Scotland was ripped into pieces. There would be no other life pods. I turned to see the young woman beside me, she was a buck spaceman. She was also crying openly and wailing. “Tighten up, recruit!” I ordered quickly.
She pulled her hands away from her face and sat at attention, “Yes, Sir”
“We have to run through the post launch checks and gauge our situation. There will be time for grief while we wait for the rescue ships.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said as she started to go through the copilot’s checks.
Slowly the attitude jets brought our rotation under control and the ruin of the Scotland was left behind us and out of view. We were drifting at ejection speed. That would put ten kilometers between us and the wreckage every second. We would travel thirty-six thousand kilometers every hour.
I started through my post launch checks. The engines reported some odd numbers but they were nothing to worry about now. Energy reserves were perfect and holding. Pressurization was stable. Atmospheric scrubbers reported at full function. Each system I checked was reporting functionality until I got into communications.
I was staring at my monitors in disbelief. The communications array had not responded to my checks. I used the outside cameras to check for damage. What I saw made my spine go numb. The array had been torn off by whatever we had hit. We had no way of even telling people we had survived. I did the only thing I could think of. I could not let her know we would die out here after a long drift through space. She had to keep hope as long as possible. I activated the solar collectors and as they deployed they hid the damage from the cameras.
I waited for her to finish the copilot’s checks, she had all the internal supplies and functions. She did report a few of the narcotic level drugs had been pilfered. This was actually pretty typical. No matter how secure you made the life pods, someone found a way to get in and steal a few items for recreation. The secondary catch could only be accessed after launch and it was intact.
I turned to her when we were done. We were going to have to get comfortable around each other. “My name is Jonathan Kraken, My friends call me John. May I have your name?” I asked as we finished our checks.
“Regina Wilder, Sir. My friends call me Reggie.”
“Well, Reggie, we are going to be alone together for at least a month while we wait for pickup. So I think we can be friends. We need to maintain military protocol for survival but, I think we can dispense with the sir and recruit stuff for now.”
“Thank you. This was my first trip out. I only joined to save money for college and now I am going to die out here.” Her grief rolled to the top and she again began to cry.
I unbuckled myself and moved over to her chair. I could not remember any protocols from the officer’s handbook on how to handle crying recruits. I did the only thing I could think of and put my arms around her. She suddenly clung to me as if I was her lifeline. “Reggie, we will be picked up soon. You made it and you are alive.”
She cried against my chest for what seemed like hours. When her sobs and tears started to taper off, I looked down into her eyes. “Now we need to take stock of our situation and get changed out of our uniforms into survival suits. I will turn my back when you change.”
“I don’t think that will be needed, we are going to be together here for a while and modesty is going to have to go out the window. We have one room, I am sure we are going to see each other at our worst in the next month.”
“As a gentleman, I would not feel right seeing you naked unless the situation called for it. I am going to insist on giving you as much privacy as I can. Now let’s get changed into our survival suits so the pod can monitor our life signs and keep track of them.”
I did turn my back but unfortunately that put the rear monitor mirror right in my line of sight. At the risk of losing my gentleman standing, she had one lovely rear. I couldn’t help but watch as her body came into view. She removed her uniform and folded each piece as she stowed it in one of the lockers. Her blonde hair ran down her back like a silken ribbon. When she removed her bra, her breasts stayed firm and high on her chest. They were just pleasantly large. I nearly gasped when her nipples stiffened from the cool air in the room.
When she dropped her pants, to reveal one of the laciest pair of thong underwear I had ever seen, I nearly moaned out loud. Her legs were perfectly muscled. They were the legs of a person that loved to dance. Then she turned as she adjusted her panties, I was treated to the sight of a perfectly groomed patch of blond hair. I could only think of it as a patch of heaven. I had to turn away from the mirror and close my eyes. If I didn’t, I was going to make a noise and give my voyeurism away.
I waited patiently until she told me she was dressed. When I turned and opened my eyes she was dressed in the black tight fitting survival suit. Her bright blue eyes were almost smiling. She moved past me into the copilot’s seat and sat so I could change.
I stripped down completely and folded my uniform to place it in storage. I turned to gather my survival suit out of the locker and looked into the mirror. She had adjusted the mirror so she could see me. I could see her blushing cheeks as she grew embarrassed at getting caught. I simply smiled and went back to putting my suit on.
When I finished changing she moved over to me and we started going through the inventory. We had the energy to run the matter reorganizer for three hundred days. Food would be no problem. The life pod was designed to support twenty people for thirty days. We had enough supplies and equipment to last two people three hundred days. The only thing we had to do was occupy ourselves.
I could not bring myself to crush the hope she felt. I could not tell her our beacon was destroyed and there was no way for the rescue ships to find us. The only thing we had was our on board short range radio. It was meant to communicate from pod to pod. It weighed heavy on my mind. The fact that in a little less than a year we would be memories was too dreadful for her to hear. Our families would hear of our deaths long before we saw them.
I sat in the pilot’s chair for hours just scanning to see if any other short range radios were calling out. All I received was dead air. Not a peep was out there for us to hear. After a simple meal and some small talk we retired to sleep. I pulled down two bunks while she gathered blankets and pillows out of the lockers. We made our bunks ready for sleep. I felt a little self conscious as I stripped down to climb into my bunk. I did not even bother with underwear. I started to move to the sonic washer to clean up before bed. When I turned I came face to face with a naked blonde goddess. “Sorry,” I mumbled as I turned to look away.
“John, you might as well get used to it. We are going to be here for a while and we cannot spend all that time being shy and refusing to look at each other.”
“I am trained to be an officer. It is un-gentleman-like for me to see you. I will wait until you are finished, to use the sonic.”
“Thank you,” she said softly as she moved towards the small booth. Once she had the door closed I relaxed and started to move about the cabin again. We had a lot of extra blankets and supplies. I took the time to string some blankets up around the two bunks so we could have some private areas. This was more for my peace of mind than hers. If I had to see that body day in and day out for the rest of my life I was going to go crazy.
She looked at me quizzically when she stepped out of the booth. “You are trying to be a true gentleman. Thank you.” She said softly as I headed for the bunk. I stepped into the sonic and adjusted the controls for standard clean.
Finally I unpacked a mouth attachment and used it to clean my teeth and breath. As I was putting my attachment in my designated spot in the rack I noticed the female’s attachment in her rack. The very thought of where that had most recently been caused very un-gentlemanly vision in my head. I was going to have a problem if this kept up. I may have to take some of the drugs designed to decrease libido.
I lay quietly in my bunk trying to sleep. Too many things were running through my mind. I was trying to figure out how to send a signal. One good thing had come from my thinking things through. Since I had deployed the solar collectors we would have more energy and be able to live longer. If that one thought could actually be considered a good thing.
As I lay there I heard Reggie sigh and sob. She was upset. I could understand that. Everyone she had served with was dead. I lay there listening to her cry and the man inside me demanded I give her some comfort. I quietly got up from my bunk and crossed the cabin to her curtain. I paused, still listening. Would she think I was trying to hurt her? Would I cause her fear if I entered? Not once in my thinking did the fact that I was naked come to my mind.
Finally I had listened to her pain enough and I had to try and sooth it. I pushed the curtain aside and moved to her bunk. When she felt me lift the blanket, she stifled her sobs and tensed. “I am not here to hurt you,” I whispered into the darkness. “I only offer my arms as comfort.”
I saw her turn in the darkness. She looked up at me then moved back further onto the bunk. I climbed under the blanket and took her into my arms. She sobbed quietly against my chest late into the night. Finally I felt her breathing even out and her sobs softly fade as she drifted into sleep. I would not find sleep so easily. I had the same grief she did and an armful of the most attractive woman I had been in bed with, ever.
I woke in the morning with her still in my arms. She was smiling up at me with an honest smile of gratitude. “Thank you,” she said softly as she snuggled down and placed her head on my chest.
“We really do need to get up and run our morning checks. Then we need to do our exercises and eat breakfast.”
“I know. I just feel so safe here. Just give me a few more minutes.”
I lay there with her in my arms trying very hard not to think of her nearly naked body pressed to mine. The heat from her body was so inviting. Her leg intertwined in mine felt like the touch of silk. Her breath blowing across my chest felt like a liquid wind. I could imagine the heat of her silky pussy wrapped around me as I slid in and out. I had to pinch myself to change my train of thought. My thoughts were starting to become evident in my reaction. I was shocked at myself. We were in a life and death situation and I was having thoughts about an enlisted rank person.
I climbed out of the bunk and moved over to start putting my survival suit back on. I was mentally berating myself for my thoughts. I had to gain control over these lustful feelings. She did not need me to take advantage of her vulnerability.
The day passed without any incident. We were adrift in deep space — what could happen? I checked the star charts against our position. Our maximum speed was light speed. The nearest star system was four years away. There was no sense in even firing up the engines. We would be long dead and out of energy before we got to the system. All it would do is, shorten our lifespan.
Reggie came and sat in the copilot’s seat. She looked over at me; I guess I don’t have a poker face. “Tell me the truth, John. How bad are we?”
I looked at her; the truth was something she deserved. “Our communications array was smashed during our launch. We do not have the energy to get to the nearest star system. We have enough energy to live for another two hundred and ninety-nine days.”
“You showed me not to give up hope. Now it is my turn to show you the same thing. They will come and they will search for survivors. We will be rescued and we will go home again.”
I looked into those eyes. Those deep eyes that were made to capture a man’s soul and enslave him. “You’re right, let’s make our log entries and then we can retire for the night.”
“You get to use the sonic first tonight,” she said with a little bit of mirth in her voice.
I stepped out of the sonic to see that the curtains I had rigged were gone. I started to say something but she stopped me. “If we are going to sleep in the same bed the curtains are really kind of useless.” Then she squeezed past me and into the sonic.
I moved over and lay down on the bunk. I had not intended to sleep next to her again tonight. I was not sure my heart and body could take it. I did have to admit that her body felt good, spooned against mine. Again I cut my thoughts off. This was leading me into a line of thought that would end up embarrassing both of us. I started thinking about anything ugly so I could halt the reaction happening in my groin.
I heard her step out of the sonic and then the lights in the cabin turned low. I felt and heard her as she climbed into the bunk beside me. She smelled so fresh and clean. Her scent was like dew kissed flowers in the spring. I could only imagine what the scent of her arousal would smell like. Again I slammed a lid on my thoughts. The next few months were going to torture me.
When her body spooned up to mine I could feel my cock rub along the crack of that heavenly ass. That caused me to tense up. She had no panties on. There was no barrier between her and I. I could not stop my thoughts this time. I could feel the stirring.
I felt her push back against me as she spoke softly. “Does the comfort you offer stop with sleep?”
“I can’t. I have to remain an officer. If I take advantage of you, I end my own honor.”
She turned over and looked into my eyes. This made my situation worse. Now my rapidly hardening cock was lodged between her legs. I could feel her pussy caressing the top of my staff. “John, we are going to be here a while. I am going to want the comfort of a man. When we are rescued no one will ever know anything happened between us. Please take me in your arms and make love to me.”
“Please don’t ask me that. I do not know how my willpower will fare if you are willing.”
“John, please make love to me as long and as often as you can.”
My will crumbled into pieces on the floor. I pulled her face to mine and took her lips into my possession. Her mouth opened to accept me. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and tasted the sweet breath of an angel. I could feel her moisture building where my cock was pressed under her sweet pussy. She wanted this as badly as I did. I reached my hand to her breast and began to caress and massage it. I could feel her moan in my throat as she enjoyed the pleasure of my touch.
Then I felt her dainty hand wrap around the base of my cock. She lifted her leg and began to rub me along her clit and lips. The sensation had my precum leaking like a river. She was so wet and ready I could have pushed into her right then and she would have accepted me with ease.
She began to push me over onto my back and I went willingly. I watched in awe as the body of this young goddess moved over the top of me. I could feel her hands positioning me for entrance. We were both so wet with our need that our joining was going to be smooth. The amazing sensation of her tight pussy stretching to accommodate my cock filled my senses.
She rose and fell with very short strokes only allowing the head of my prick to enter her. The sensation was driving me crazy. In a sudden movement she dropped onto me. I was driven halfway into her as she suddenly froze and bit her bottom lip. The incredible heat from her loins had me wanting to drive into her with abandon. I looked down to where we were joined as she slowly started to rise. The dark stains on my cock suddenly screamed volumes to me. “You were a virgin?”
She nodded as she dropped her weight onto me again embedding me fully inside her. The whimper of pain tore at my soul. I had caused this girl pain, the one thing I never wanted to do.
“You should have told me.”
“You would have stopped me. John, I don’t want to float through space for an unknown time, maybe even to my death, and die without knowing the pleasures of a man.”
I felt her rise and fall again, just a little. This caused her to make a light growling sound in her throat that almost sounded like a purr. It also caused her to try it again. Soon she was thrusting up and down on my cock as if it was the only thing she ever wanted. I felt her start to quiver lightly and could tell she was headed towards an orgasm. I wet one of my fingers and slid it down to caress her clit. That one touch set her off and she suddenly screamed out her climax. She writhed her pleasure out and leaned back arching her breasts high in the air. I reached up as she started to relax out of her orgasm and pinched one of her nipples. She let out a moan like a wounded animal and immediately rocketed back into her orgasm.
When she came down this time she collapsed onto my chest and sobbed. “That was incredible.”
I smiled up at her and began to rock my hips. I put my hands behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss. I was going to do as she asked and make love to this woman. This little goddess would become my lover for as long as we had. Within a few thrusts I could feel her panting into my mouth. Her hands entwined in my hair and she started to hold me to her as tight as I held her. Again I felt her body begin to quiver and she started to moan into my lungs. I felt her pussy clamp down onto my cock as we both rocketed into our orgasms. In my twenty-eight years of life I had never had such an intense orgasm. It felt to me like I had released a gallon of cum inside her hot body. As our orgasms subsided we continued to kiss and hold each other.
We kissed and made love several times that night and many times over the next few days. A week after the accident I was sitting naked in the pilot’s chair checking our energy monitor. The solar collectors were actually helping us out with energy. Though we were four light years from the closest star there was a large cluster behind us. The combined light was regenerating our energy as fast as we used it.
If the pod had been full this would only extend us a few days. But the low drain on the power cells from two people was less than the collectors collected. Was this good news or bad? At our drift speed we were centuries away from the system ahead. But maybe just maybe there was a chance. If we could fire the engines just long enough to get us to light speed and then shut them off we could coast for months before needing to fire them again. I started running the calculations.
“Baby, I think there is a way for us to maximize our chance for survival.”
“How?”, she asked as she looked up from making us dinner.
“The solar collectors are collecting energy. If we use the energy in short bursts to drive the engines, we can make it to that system in seven years and still have the energy to survive that long.”
“I will start the engine checks after we eat.”
Reggie was going through the engine checks and doing a visual inspection with the cameras. We both saw the damage to the drives and knew what it meant. “If we fire them up they could explode.”
“Yes, Baby, they could. They could also throw us so far off course we could never recover.”
“What do we do?”
“We wait until we have been drifting for sixty days then we decide again.”
Days passed. Amazingly boredom did not set in. Reggie had a way of making up things to do. She was adventurous as hell when it came to sex. We even shut the gravity off and made love in zero-g. By the time thirty days had passed we had made love on every surface in the cabin.
I woke up on the morning of the thirty first day to find Reggie crying softly to herself in the co-pilot’s chair. “What’s wrong, Baby?”
She held the health scan report out to me and I looked it over. The consequences of our actions slammed home. She was pregnant.
“My implant failed. When I realized I had not cycled this month I ran a check. I am so sorry, John.”
I don’t know how she expected me to react. I could see the fear in her eyes. I reached out and scooped her into my arms and started kissing her. She had just given me the ultimate reason to run the risk of the engines. I would take any risk to save our child. I kissed her and she started to giggle.
“You’re not mad.”
“No, My Love, I am definitely not mad. But now I have a serious question to ask you.”
“What?” She asked as the fear crept back into her eyes.
“I wanted to do this right,” I said as I started rummaging through the tools and supplies. I found a coupling ring that was the right size and it was the best I could do. I turned to her and dropped onto one knee. “Regina Wilder, would you consent to take my hand and hold it for the rest of our lives?” I extended my hand, with the coupling ring in it, out to her.
She looked at me in shock. “You know that your career will be ruined when we are rescued.”
“I don’t care. I will spend the rest of my life following you like a lost puppy.”
She dropped down onto her knees and extended her hand out. “I love you, John. I would be happy to give the rest of my life to you.”
I slid the ring onto her finger and then we fell into an embrace. Our kisses rapidly heated and my excitement rose. Then she pushed me backwards and started kissing her way down my chest. When her hot mouth reached my raging cock I nearly jumped. The touch of her lips felt like heaven. I was not going to last long as her tongue caressed the underside of my head. I felt her push her head downward, impaling her mouth on my stiff shaft. Then she started to hum deep in her throat. That pushed me rapidly to my peak. My release flooded into her mouth as she swallowed. The rhythmic pulses of her throat kept me going much longer than ever before. I felt weak when she finally let me out of the delightful prison of her mouth.
I lay there and recovered as she snuggled against my chest. When my strength returned I stood and scooped her up into my arms. I moved us to the bunk and lay her across it. I did not wait; I was way too ready for that to be a possibility. I just dove, face first, into heaven. I began to kiss her pussy lips and lick her clit like an animal. My tongue explored every part of her front and back. She was quivering and shaking constantly within minutes. Then she locked her hands in my hair and started to scream out her pleasure. I felt her body go rigid as she started trying to push me away. “Please! Oh God please!”, she cried out as her body started to convulse. I felt her hands knot in my hair as she tried with all her might to pull my lust filled mouth away from her. Then she screamed out and convulsed as her legs slammed shut on the sides of my head. “John!”, she moaned as she lost control of her body and writhed. Soon she was whimpering with the slightest touch.
I stood and she looked up at me with a mixture of fear and lust in her eyes. I lined my cock up at her entrance and plunged into her depths with one stroke. She screamed out as she felt herself completely full instantly. Then I let myself go and started to pump into her depths for all I was worth. Over and over she cried out as her over sensitive pussy bore my assault. She quivered and shook with every thrust as her body stayed in a constant state of orgasm for the next ten minutes. I was so lost in her sounds and begging that I took forever to build to my release. Then with a cry like an enraged animal I thrust into her and pumped my seed until it flowed out around me.
We lay in the afterglow of our loving as she slowly relaxed. I was not aware of what I was going to do until after she fell asleep. I moved off the bunk and headed for the airlock. I gathered one of the space suits and tool bags out of the locker and got dressed for my spacewalk. I had to see if the drives could be repaired. I was no engineer but I had to try.
I worked in the silence of space for a couple hours as I tried to get the broken module to come loose.
“John, what are you doing out there?” Reggie’s voice asked in my helmet.
“I am checking the damage and seeing if I can repair it.”
“I will be out to help you in a few seconds. Let me finish suiting up.”
I continued to work, I had the module ready to disconnect. I slid the tool under the part and started to disconnect it. Electricity slammed through my body and I jerked. The last thing I remember seeing was my tether wire burning through as I bounced away from the pod. My last clear thought before my mind fled to the blackness of space was that my wife and child would have longer to live now.
“John! Can you hear me?”, a voice kept yelling in my ear. I reached up to remove my helmet to try and get the buzzing out of my ears. “John! Stop! The airlock is still cycling. Do not remove your helmet.”
I froze as memories started to flood back. “How?”
“I was coming out of the airlock when you were electrocuted. I just jumped after you and grabbed you. My tether held and I hauled us back into the airlock. There is no way I am letting you out of being my husband that easily.”
I tried to smile up at her. The inner airlock door opened and she started to remove my helmet. “We need to get you onto the med couch and do a scan. You suit was damaged pretty badly but I think it took the brunt of it.” She helped me out of the suit and when I stood I saw what she meant. The outside of the suit was blackened and all of the electronics were fried.
She moved me to the med couch and helped me to lie down. The med couch scanned me and recommended muscle relaxers and bed rest for ten days. Reggie started laughing with relief. “Don’t you ever do that to me again. If I didn’t wake up when I did, you would be lost right now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said with as sheepish a look as I could muster.
She looked at me, “I am not kidding, do not make me ditch the ship to come looking for you.”
The next ten days passed in a haze of muscle pains. Reggie took care of me until she was exhausted. I woke on the eleventh day a bit stiff but able to move around. Reggie was asleep in the copilot’s chair. I made breakfast for her and gathered it on a tray. I fastened it to the armrest before I woke her up. “Drink your coffee and eat, Love.” I said softly as she opened her eyes.
She smiled up at me then giggled as she said, “If you keep doing things like this you are going to spoil me.”
“You need to be spoiled.”
“What are we going to do if we are rescued? I will be relieved of duty because I am pregnant and they will know you are the father. I don’t want you to lose your career.”
“We can cross those bridges WHEN we are rescued.”
“John, we have to face reality. It has been forty-one days since the explosion. They give up the search after sixty days. Command is probably already doing the paperwork to declare us dead. Because of the solar collectors, we can live here indefinitely. We now have a child to worry about.” The weight of our situation tumbled down on her and she began to cry.
I took my wife in my arms and held her to my chest. “Baby, the one thing we cannot do is give up hope. There is a shipping lane that passes through that system. In a few more days we will decide if we are ready to risk the engines and start the process.”
“I don’t want our son to be raised in this little cabin. That is not the kind of life he deserves.”
“Then we have already decided, on day sixty-one we fire up the engines and make for that system.”
It was now day number sixty. The long time ahead of us was starting to set in. We talked late into the night and reaffirmed our decision. We were going to fire up the drives in the morning. We made love late into the night and fell into the sleep of the exhausted.
“This is the Angel of Mercy, calling Scotland pod zero-one-four. Scotland pod please respond.” The short range radio crackled as we slept. It repeated this message several times before falling quiet.
I woke in the morning and made breakfast for my wife before I woke her. Once we had eaten and went through our morning exercises, we started the morning checks. I could tell the time was weighing on us. We had quit double checking all the supplies. Who was going to take an extra ration of something? If something disappeared we both would know who did it.
We both used the sonic this morning because we wanted to be fresh and clean for what we were going to do. No man should face their death with racing stripes in his underwear. We sat down and watched a movie to relax and get our minds ready for that one single switch we had to flip. I had already pre-programmed the firing sequence for the drives. Once I flipped the switch we would either accelerate towards that star in the distance or we would go out in a blaze of glory.
Our designated hour came to us. It had now been exactly sixty-one days since our evacuation. The search had been called off twenty-four hours ago.
We moved to the front of the ship to get ready. Both of us were quiet. We knew the risks. So many things could go wrong. I leaned in and kissed Reggie as we arrived near the seats. I did not want to let go.
We were sitting in the chairs ready to engage the engines. We had started the pre-flights and had the power feeds on-line. I was about to initiate the pre-programmed sequence burn when I saw the radio contact light flashing. At first I just sat there staring at it. The flash looked like a heartbeat of hope. A tear threatened to come to my eye. That was the first thing I had seen in a long time that made the deepest part of my heart actually dare to hope.
Reggie looked over at me and saw the moisture in my eyes. “Baby, we have to do this. For good or ill we cannot float out here forever. She started to reach over and flip the drive switch. I reached out with my hand and captured hers. Then with the wonder of a child I pointed to the little light.
Flash!
Flash!
Flash!
Flash!
Reggie made a sound in her throat that sounded like a strangled whimper. I could see the tears flow into her eyes and the hope and fear that played there. Like me she was afraid to touch the switch and call out. If it was a false reading we would both be crushed. Our newfound hope would crumble into dust and take our souls with it. It hurt physically to lift my arm and reach for that switch. I so wanted this to be real.
Flash!
Flash!
Flash!
Flash!
I reached past Reggie and flipped the switch to broadcast. “This is Scotland pod zero-one-four, is someone out there?” As I waited and nothing came back from the silence of space I realized that the light had quit flashing. My hopes were dying with that light. It had been a false alarm and I had fallen for it. I turned back to my console filled with doubt. This felt like an omen of what was going to happen when we flipped the switch to start the drives.
My hand hovered over the switch as Reggie cried softly next to me. I lifted the safety cover and turned the safety key. Just one more push and it would be over.
“Scotland pod, this is the Angel of Mercy. It is good to hear from you. We are about eight hours from your position. That was one smart move deploying the solar collectors. We never would have found you if they had not been reflecting the sunlight from the cluster.”
At first I sat there in shock, was my imagination playing tricks on me. I looked over at Reggie and her eyes were screaming out her joy even as they were flooded with tears. She had heard the voice of an angel as well. I closed the safety cover on the ignition switch and locked the key back. Then with deliberate care I reached over and held the talk switch up to transmit. “Angel of Mercy, it is really good to hear from you. Please tell me this is not a dream and you are really there.”
“We will make link up with your pod in just over eight hours. How many survivors do you have on board?”
“We have two survivors, Spaceman Regina Wilder and Lieutenant Jonathan Kraken. I am transferring our logs. I need them relayed to command for disposition.”
“They will be relayed. Command is anxious to speak with you. We have been ordered to take you directly to station one-nine-zero as soon as we have you on board.”
“We will be waiting.”
I shut off the transmitter and looked down at my angel. She had questions in her eyes. “Why did you forward our logs?”
“I do not just want you as my wife here. I want you as my wife forever. I cannot have that in secret.”
“Those logs will end your career.”
“A career without you would be meaningless.”
She looked up into my eyes with tears in hers. I was so afraid she would now reject me. Then her hand slowly reached out and took mine. She pulled me down and began to kiss me with a passion so fierce it was awesome. We were still lying in our bunk when the airlock opened and the commander of the Angel of Mercy stepped on board.
“Lieutenant Kraken, Spaceman Wilder, I have orders to take you into isolated custody and transport you to the station. Admiral Tanner is in a hurry to speak with you. Would you please follow me?”
We stood, put on our uniforms, and followed the commander onto his ship. I expected us to be shown to brig cells. “Commander could you please have your medics check on my wife, she is pregnant and needs to have a physical done.”
“I will have the doctor come to your room as soon as possible.” He said without any tonal inflection I could detect.
We were shown down the main hall until we came to a door. The door opened and there was a stateroom. “I am going to have to ask you not to be among our crew for the trip. The admiral was quite insistent that you must be isolated until he can talk with you. Your meals will be brought to you here.”
The next ten days were spent with us both worrying and trying to comfort each other. I knew that the only way to not face charges of abuse of rank and fraternizing was to resign. I had my resignation completely ready when we docked with the station.
We waited in the stateroom for more than four hours after we had docked. Then there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to see six men in military police uniforms. “Lieutenant Kraken, if you and Mrs. Kraken would be so kind as to follow us we will take you to the admiral.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I replied as Reggie stepped up behind me. We followed the MPs through empty hallways all the way to the admiral’s office. This was a station. There were thousands of people on it. Where were the people?
The MPs led us to the admiral’s office then opened the door and announced us. Once they were done, they turned and left without a word leaving us alone with the admiral. I stepped forward and stood at attention, “Sir, I wish to tender my resignation from the military.”
The admiral smiled and then folded his hands in front of himself. “Lieutenant Kraken, I am afraid we will not be able to accept your resignation at this time. Please sit and I will explain the situation.”
We both moved over and sat in the chairs in front of his desk. “Sir, I was unaware that you could deny a resignation request.”
“If you still wish to resign after our conversation I will accept it. I feel you need to be fully informed before you tender it though. Three months ago, when your ship was in port, it was outfitted with a new experimental form of missiles. Part of your ship’s mission was to test fire those weapons and report on the results. We were at first mystified as to the cause of the explosion that destroyed the Scotland. As we investigated we started finding log recorders and flight recorders among the wreckage. The investigation was led down a path we really did not want to walk.”
“Sir, are you saying one of the weapons caused this?”
“No, I am not saying that and that is the point. You can never tell anyone anything about what happen out there. The results of our investigation have led to the retirement of four fleet admirals and nine members of the ministry of defense. We have however managed to keep the whole thing out of the reach of the media.”
“I am not sure why that would be used to stop my resignation.”
“I have been authorized to offer you something. If the media gets wind that the only two survivors from the Scotland resigned when they were rescued it could blow this whole thing into the media like a circus.”
“Admiral, I think we need to know what really happened before we can make our decision.”
“I really don’t think,” the admiral started to say when a voice cut him off from the shadows.
“Tell them,” a man dressed in a black suit said as he stepped out of the shadows. “They need to understand how important this is.”
The admiral nodded before he continued. “The Captain of the Scotland was a member of a group called the friends of fate. They are a group that believes the human race has not grown mature enough to handle our own technology. He was under orders to transfer one of the weapons to our enemy, the Il’lbar. In the act of trying to secure the weapon for transfer to one of the enemy ships, he set it off. It destroyed the drive section of the Scotland and set off the other weapons on board. Our investigation led us to find out this group of people has members throughout our military, many of them in high positions.”
Reggie spoke softly, “That would mean we have the enemy within our own number.”
“Our point, exactly. We have been authorized to offer you both a position on a special investigations team to help us find and gather these members. If you accept this position you will both be given rank to accommodate the new position.”
“I don’t know anything about flushing out traitors, sir.” I said quietly. I was a little overwhelmed by what was happening.
“We can teach you the skills. What we need are people we can trust.”
“How do you know you can trust us?”
“When you were found, you immediately forwarded your logs so you could not be accused of hiding anything. You even mentioned in your logs about making your marriage official when you were rescued. I want you to know your marriage has already been made official. I forwarded the paperwork to command this morning.”
“How can we help, Sir?” we both asked at the same time.
“Just go with this man, he will arrange for your training and your assignment.”
I looked at the admiral with an expression of worry on my face. “Sir, my wife is pregnant. I am sure she will not be able to handle the physical demands of any training.”
The gentleman wearing the black suit stepped forward. “Do not worry, son. She will not need to fight. Your job is going to be to help us find them. Once they are located we have teams to deal with them.”
“How are we supposed to find them?” Reggie asked trying to clear up the confusion.
“You will use interviewing techniques and psychological profiling. Now, if you will please follow me we have a ship waiting
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