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Adventures of the Phoenix
Part I - Shoreleave
Chapter 1
The three starcruisers slowed as they entered the Orion star
system. Long, sleek, and triangular in shape, they cut an imposing
figure; for these were representatives of the Imperial Fleet. The
small private ships, merchant vessels, and scows, gave them wide
berth. This was more than just a group of warships--this was the
First Wing, the pride of the Fleet.
Lord Shardin sat in the command chair of the flagship, the
Phoenix II. "Stay alert, men," he rumbled. "This is the roughest
sector in explored space."
"Aye, my Lord," several officers replied as they concentrated on
their control panels.
Lord Shardin was one of the more unusual members of the Galactic
Empire. He was a seven foot tall, bipedal cat--complete with
whiskers, a tawny mane, and a long black tail that twitched when he
was nervous or excited. His face was somewhat human, and somewhat
lion-like. His green eyes had a cat's slit-like pupils, and his ears
were furry and black. His mouth was the most human part of him, with
a tongue and musculature that made complicated speech possible. But
his teeth were sharp like a lion's. His hands were also human-like,
except for the fur and sharp claws. (As a favor to his lady-friends,
he kept his claws filed down very short and blunt.)
Our description of Lord Shardin would be woefully incomplete
without mentioning a very special talent unique to natives of his
planet, Zvingai. He, and most Zvingaians, had a strongly empathic
mind. He could sense the emotions of those around him. And if he
touched their foreheads with his fingertips, he could 'see' with his
mind what they were thinking, and could also send images from his mind
into theirs.
In addition, Lord Shardin had one more very special talent--rare
even among his own kind. When in physical contact with human females,
he could send bursts of neural energy from his brain directly into
that portion of a female's brain which causes an orgasm. Needless to
say, word of such an unusual talent spreads quickly: Lord Shardin was
the most popular male in the whole ship--perhaps in the entire fleet.
* * * * *
"My Lord, the planet Orionis bids us welcome," an ensign at the
communications console announced. "They also invite us to spend a few
days of shore leave on their planet."
Shardin chuckled. "They would! The worst pack of pirates and
slave-traders in the galaxy wants us for guests! They just want to
see what they can steal from us. Oh well, it may not be Dalton's
Dream Planet, but it will have to do, I guess. Shore leave is
authorized. But our female crewmembers will each have to be escorted
by at least one armed male for safety."
"Aye, sir!" Then, "Attention all hands. Shore leave is in
effect. Sign in with central computer to reserve your planet-time.
Females must have a male crewmember along for protection--sorry
ladies--and all crewmembers must be armed. "Have fun, gang! Bridge
out."
Lord Shardin stool up, stretched, and looked over at his First
Officer, Sha'teem, who was a handsome, olive-skinned, black-haired
humanoid. "Number One, you have the bridge," Shardin purred as he
straightened his long black cape.
"Aye, sir!" Sha'teem replied with a knowing grin. His own
shore-leave would be slightly delayed, but he didn't mind giving his
captain first shot at a little debauchery.
* * * * *
Lord Shardin got off the turbolift at deck G-3 and soon found
himself buzzing a doorbell. An attractive woman opened the door, and
her eyes lit with excitement as she saw him towering over her.
"My Lord, come in! Make yourself at home. My quarters are
yours," she beamed.
Shardin chuckled and wrapped an arm around the woman as he
entered. "Hello, Sharon. I suppose you heard about shore-leave.
Would you care to accompany me?" He stroked her long blond hair, and
rubbed his cheek against it as he spoke. Sharon was one of his
favorite women on the ship.
"Oh yes! Thank you my Lord!" she exclaimed, impulsively hugging
him. Just the thought of what this insatiable, affectionate man-cat
could to to her already had her excited.
Shardin accepted the embrace graciously, and countered by
leaning down and kissing those soft lips that were begging to be
plundered. He felt her pelvis press close against his, and then felt
arousal stiffening him, readying him for action. His fingers itched
to make contact with her forehead--to drive her wild with ecstasy and
to enter that pulsing body right then and there.
But no, he thought as he gently disengaged her arms from his
waist. "Not yet, sweetheart. Wait till we get to the planet. The
pleasures that await us are too precious to be blunted by going down
there already tired and satisfied."
"What is there on this planet that's so special, my Lord?"
Sharon asked, already aroused.
"I know a place that is so...well, it's almost beyond
description. But it's like a dinner theatre, except the live
entertainment is very sexual and erotic. And the tables are secluded,
where you have a great deal of privace while you eat...or do other
things...." He playfully stroked her breasts as he spoke, watching
the nipples grow taut and hard.
"That's unbelievable!" Sharon said breathlessly. "You mean we
get to watch people on a stage making love, while we eat and make love
ourselves? Oh, let's go!"
"Well, hurry and change into something seductive, dear. Oh, and
don't wear underwear. I want you easily accessible," he purred as he
gave her nipples one last gentle pinch. Then he sat down and enjoyed
his own private show as he watched Sharon changing clothes.
* * * * *
The shuttle deposited Lord Shardin, Sharon, and about a dozen
other crewmembers in the heart of Zeirpahl, the capital city of
Orionis. The whole city had a carnival atmosphere, with very frank
displays of sexuality among its inhabitants.
"These people are very uninhibited," remarked Sharon as they
walked arm-in-arm past a park. On the grass, under the trees, and
behind bushes she could see couples locked in passionate embraces--
clothes pushed up out of the way, pelvises arching and squirming--
totally oblivious to the stares of the outworlders.
Shardin grinned with pleasure as the emotions of the copulating
natives flowed into his empathic mind. He had been here before,
unlike Sharon, and he was well aware of the amazing varieties of
pleasure waiting on every corner. He was also aware of the dangers.
"Sharon, these people believe in enjoying themselves mightily,
but they also believe in capturing anyone they can--male or female--
and selling them as sex-slaves. That's why we're all armed, and why
you have to stay close by me. Don't even go to the bathroom by
yourself on this world, love!" Sharon locked her arm a little tighter
around her captain's, as they walked toward the nightclub where they
would eat.
Chapter 2
"Table for two, front row, first class. Come this way, my
Lord," the head waiter said as he bowed to Lord Shardin. Shardin
smiled down at Sharon, who was fairly dancing on air with anticipation
beside him.
"Sharon, you can call me Zarth, instead of 'my Lord', while
we're on shore leave," he murmured as they walked behind the waiter.
"Thank you my...I mean, Zarth." she replied shyly.
They now entered a screened cubicle with a low table. There
were many cushions on the floor, and the back wall had a low padded
cushion to lean back against. They sat down and leaned against the
soft padding. In front of them was their table, and beyond was a
circular stage which was brightly lit.
As Sharon looked across the stage, she could just barely make
out other tables and other couples being seated. They were part of a
circle of tables, with each table screened on the sides by partitions
for privacy. The waiters would come through the door just behind and
to the left of where they sat.
"Zarth, won't the servers interrupt some rather private goings-
on to bring the food?" Sharon asked.
"No, love. The food and drinks are all brought in at the
beginning, on a large tray, and the servers don't return unless you
ring for one."
"How convienient!" she murmured, settling back against his chest
and turning her face up to nuzzle his furry neck. She was pleased to
hear his purr of contentment as he drew her onto his lap and encircled
her with his arms.
The food quickly arrived, and was set out by a nearly naked
young man of sixteen or seventeen, whose small loincloth had an
unmistakeable bulge in the front. He obviously enjoyed his job.
Shardin grinned at Sharon, as she eyed the bulge, and then addressed
the boy. "I bet you get some interesting tips in this place, don't
you, boy?"
"Yes, master, very nice tips," the young slave murmured, smiling
as he set out the food. Shardin placed a monetary tip in a pouch
hanging from the side of the loincloth, then asked the boy, "What
other kind of tip is your very favorite to receive?" He winked at
Sharon, who was by now grinning wolfishly.
"I like most anything you can think of master, but mostly I like
it when a strong man gives the tip. They are so firm, and their hands
are so nice." He glanced shyly up at Shardin, who looked a little
surprised.
"I've...uh, never tried anything with a male before; but I
suppose just this once..." Shardin said with a wry expression.
Sharon giggled at his discomfort. "Why don't you use your mind-
meld on him?" she whispered.
"I don't know if it works on males. But...I guess it might be a
fun experiment." Shardin grinned sheepishly. "Kneel down here, boy!"
The boy went down onto both knees, legs wide apart, with his
hands on top of his thighs. The bulge in front of of his loincloth
pulsated with excitement.
"Take that loincloth off first, boy. I want to see what I have
to grab!" Shardin growled in mock anger. The boy hurriedly obeyed,
then kneeled down again, knees even further apart, with his exposed
shaft painfully erect and begging for attention.
Shardin winked at Sharon, reached down and grabbed the boy's
phallus in one hand, and began gently squeezing it rhythmically. His
other hand went to the boy's forehead. The little pulses of energy
began to slide from his powerful mind into the boy's brain as he
searched for the right location to home in on. Shardin felt the boy's
pelvis suddenly arch. "Ah! Found it!" he thought, smiling. He then
flooded that small spot on the boy's brain with energy, pulsing in
rhythm with the squeezing of his hand on the throbbing penis. The
slave moaned with pleasure and began pumping energetically.
At this point, Sharon got in on the fun by reaching between the
boy's parted thighs and tickling his balls lightly with her
fingertips. A few seconds of these combined sensory onslaughts was
more than the boy could stand. With a strangled groan of ecstasy, he
ejaculated into the air.
Shardin released the boy's forehead, but held the throbbing
penis a few moments longer, watching with amusement as little squirts
still pulsed out of it. Finally it stopped, and he let go.
"Ohhh! Thank you master! You have amazing powers in your mind,"
the boy panted. "Do you come from the gods?"
"Not at all, boy!" Shardin laughed as he washed his hands in the
tiny sink built into the side of the table. "Now, get back to your
work, before your owner comes looking for you with a belt."
"Yes, master. If you need anything at all, just ring the bell."
Then the grinning, satisfied slave left--putting his loincloth back on
as he went.
Sharon got back in Shardin's lap, still chuckling. "Did you
enjoy yourself, Zarth?" she teased him.
"Well, it was a totally new experience for me, I'll say that
much!" he laughed. "But young boys just aren't my 'cup of tea'. I
prefer females squirming in my grasp." He tickled Sharon, and was
promptly rewarded by frantic squirming and giggling. Then they
settled back and began sampling the food and wine.
"Oh look, the show is starting," Sharon whispered as she leaned
back against Shardin's chest. She hiked her skirt up slightly as she
sat between his legs, so that she could feel the cool satin of the
pillows against her already-moist groin. She lovingly put a few
morsels of the exotic food into Zarth's mouth, then leaned back
against him to watch the show.
A man and woman--basically humanoid--began dancing in an erotic
fashion to music that had a Middle Eastern flavor to it. As they
sidled back and forth around each other, they fondled each other's
genitals, all the while moving rhythmically to the beat of the music.
And piece by piece, their clothes came off, also in rhythm with the
music.
Sharon watched in growing excitement as this sexual performance
very slowly unfolded before her. As she put a succulent piece of
seafood into her mouth, she felt Zarth's hand slide down between her
legs. "Mmm..." she sighed, spreading her legs as she relaxed in his
arms.
The dancers were almost ready to engage sexually, and Sharon was
moving her pelvis up and down to the rhythm of Zarth's fingers as he
rubbed her clitoris. The female dancer was kneeling often during her
performance, and giving her partner's erect shaft some slow,
languorous licks with her tongue. The man on stage moaned with
pleasure, and stood spraddle-legged, thrusting his pelvis back and
forth. Each time, the woman would coyly hop up and dance away from
him. As the man finally kneeled down, face up, the woman approached
and presented her loins to his tongue while standing stiffly, legs far
apart. As her pelvis began to arch, the man jumped up, grinning, and
grabbed the woman. He carried her, struggling, over to a pallet on
the stage floor, as the music intensified.
Sharon, in the meantime, was groaning and throbbing on her own.
Finally, she turned around facing Zarth and straddled his loins. He
quickly unfastened his pants, and she mounted the large phallus that
now protruded from his lion-like sheath. "Ooh, that feels good,
Zarth," she murmured as she ground her pelvis back and forth against
him.
Zarth encircled the young woman with his arms and rose onto his
knees, carrying her with him, impaled on his rigid organ. Turning to
the side so Sharon could still see the show, he began pumping his
pelvis up and down.
Sharon wrapped her legs around Zarth's body and wriggled with
pleasure as he thrust her up and down effortlessly. She stroked his
muscular back with her fingers, feeling the muscles twitch as she
tickled him a little. The dancers were coupling now--with the woman
on her hands and knees, her back arched, rear end up, knees spread
wide. The man, on his knees behind her, was thrusting in and out of
her while he reached around her and caressed her breasts. The woman
moaned and dropped to her elbows, laying her forehead on the pallet as
they pumped with the rhythm of the music. The man's hands slid down
her belly and began to rub her clitoris as he lustily pounded his
penis in and out of her loins.
Zarth laid Sharon down on her back on the soft cushions, still
thrusting within her. His own passions began mounting in time with
those of the performers. The tips of his fingers touched Sharon's
forehead, and she sighed, "Oh yes, Zarth! Please...do that to me.
Fuck me with your mind, too!"
His mind pulsed the energy into that special spot in her brain,
in rhythm with his own thrusts, in rhythm with the man and woman on
stage. Sharon felt the electricity, not in her mind but in her
pelvis...spreading, pulsing, aching. She held Zarth tighter, and
ground her loins against him, smothering her moans in the fur of his
chest. The waves of pleasure rode higher and higher, finally cresting
as she shuddered, cried out, and arched her pelvis against her
marvelous captain.
Zarth felt the spasms in Sharon's vagina as she climaxed, and
poured more energy into her--bringing her orgasm to an almost
unbearable height of clenching, shuddering frenzy. Then he eased back
out of her mind and concentrated on his own orgasm, which was not far
behind.
Zarth and Sharon were now way ahead of the couple on the stage.
He pounded hard and fast in and out of her tight, wet sheath. As he
felt his own climax rising, he pushed his face into the cushion to
smother the loud lion's roar which always came forth when he
ejaculated. Even muffled, it was audible, and he wondered how many
heads might have turned to look for the pet lion someone had brought.
As his orgasm--and Sharon's--subsided, he shuddered a little
with the aftershocks and collapsed on top of her. "Ouch! Zarth,
you're too heavy!" her voice squeaked beneath him.
"Sorry love," he panted, and rolled over, putting her on top.
"That better, baby?" he whispered, pulling her even closer and kissing
her passionately. Thoroughly exhausted, they lay quietly and watched
the show.
The performers had now changed positions, and the man was bent
over the woman's parted thighs. His tongue teased and enticed her
throbbing clitoris, and she arched and moaned, trying to push hard
against his tongue and gain the blessed relief of orgasm. But he
wouldn't let her off so easily.
He then rose and straddled her face, making her work on him for
a while, still in rhythm to the pulsing, erotic music.
"Zarth, are they really doing all this, or is it just acting?"
Sharon whispered as she squirmed luxuriously on top of his body.
Zarth chuckled and also squirmed a bit, still feeling pleasure
in that part of him still embedded in her loins. "They're really
doing it, honey. He'll eventually ejaculate, possibly in some way
that will allow the audience to see it. But not before some more
diversions and actions. I've seen this act once, and there will be
another man to come in rather soon, and it gets a little kinky then.
you might find it a bit disturbing."
"What will they do that's so bad?" she murmured sleepily.
"Just wait and see for yourself, sweetheart," he smiled.
"Do they get paid to do this?"
"No, I doubt it. Those are two slaves out there, probably owned
by the same master. And the third one to come probably is, too. They
have to perform well, or their master will take a strap to them
later."
"Doesn't sound like a very nice man, to me."
"Actually, the owner may be a woman just as easily as a man.
But you're right. Not a nice person to have to obey. This is a very
barbaric planet." He then yawned. "I think we'd better sit up before
we fall asleep, dear."
They got up and settled back against the wall again, drinking
some wine and sampling more delicacies on the table while waiting for
the third member of the act to show up.
Chapter 3
Sharon and Zarth watched in peaceful contentment as the man and
woman began copulating in earnest--all foreplay over. Suddenly
another man rushed onto the stage, shouting and gesturing angrily.
"That's the angry husband, discovering his wife fooling around
with his best slave," Zarth whispered to Sharon between sips of wine.
The angry man took his belt off and started whipping the still-
entwined couple with it. Sharon gasped. "Are they really getting
hurt by that?"
"Probably not much," Shardin said, shaking his head. "Those are
only light blows he's giving--more noise than impact. So that part,
at least, is just acting. But it gets wild from this point. The
restaurant tries to cater to all kinds of tastes, I suppose, but they
leave mine behind about this point.
The scene continued for a few moments, as the man's wide belt
smacked whatever target the struggling couple provided. Then they
rolled apart, cowering in fear.
The angry husband--and master--pointed a finger at his male
slave, who tremblingly assumed an obedient position of submission:
down on his knees, legs far apart, head down, and arms at his sides.
His master then pushed on the young man's chest, forcing him to lean
backwards until his hands had to reach back to the floor to hold
himself up.
The naked slave was now leaning back, knees still spread, feet
tucked under him, with his still-erect cock and balls helplessly
exposed to the master's belt. Sharon gasped as she saw the belt begin
smacking it's target mercilessly.
"He's not hitting him hard, Sharon. It's only an act, now,"
Shardin whispered, though he himself had his doubts. He pulled her
back into her lap and stroked her body soothingly, to distract her
from the disturbing scene.
Then the woman, who had been cowering on the pallet, rushed to
the aid of her lover. She threw herself on top of him to protect him.
Her husband continued using the belt, only now on her bare, wriggling
bottom. Somehow during the course of the whipping, her loins again
found the slave's throbbing penis, and the two joined once more. The
husband/master dropped his belt, dumbfounded at the spectacle. As he
watched, he discovered a new feeling growing within him: arousal. He
loosened his pants and brought out his own erect shaft. By this
point, the rutting couple had turned over, so his male slave was on
top, knees drawn up, backside temptingly exposed to his angry master's
lust.
The master dropped to his knees behind his slave, and mounted
him quickly and brutally. The slave winced and looked back in
surprise at the sudden penetration, but then continued satisfying his
lusts on his master's wife. The master began pumping energetically
against his slave's wide-open rear, satisfying both his anger and his
new-found lust. The music set the pace for the trio as they thrust
against each other, with the two males reaching a climax
simultaneously.
But just as the slave was beginning to ejaculate, the master
pulled him backwards, hard and suddenly, so that he was jerked out of
the woman. He fell over backwards, still impaled on his thrusting
master, and his semen spurted out of his exposed shaft in view of the
whole audience. He groaned and pumped at the air as his orgasm
continued without the aid of a vagina, while his master grinned
vengefully and pumped his semen into the comfortable tightness of his
slave.
The woman lay spread open, still throbbing, denied the climax
that she was so close to attaining. The master dismounted, dismissed
his now-obedient slave, and walked over to the woman as he tucked his
satisfied organ back into his pants. He picked up the belt again, and
the woman cowered, clutching her groin with both hands. He barked an
order at her, and she turned over, face down. Another order, and her
knees pulled up under her, hiking her butt up in the air, with her
legs spread wide apart. Another order, and one of her hands reached
under her own body and found her swollen clitoris.
The woman began stroking her aroused organ as the man stood over
her, one foot on each side of her body, with his back to her head. He
was facing her squirming backside--stuck so high above the rest of her
body--and suddenly, he came down with the belt...smack!
Sharon jumped with surprise--even as the woman on stage jumped
when the leather belt arched straight down between her 'cheeks' and
slapped against the lips of her vagina. The woman doubled her efforts
with her fingers, trying to bring herself to climax quickly. She knew
the belt would smack her again, and again, until she climaxed.
Somehow Sharon figured that subtle bit of information out, and
watched in suspense as the woman strived to ignore the pain (or was it
arousing her?), and build up the pleasure in her loins. Sharon found
Zarth's hand massaging her own aching groin gently, and realized she
was becoming aroused again. His fingertips touched her forehead, and
she leaned back against him to enjoy the pleasure he wanted to give
her, and closed her eyes to the debased spectacle on the stage.
As the woman on stage became more and more aroused, her pelvis
instinctively began thrusting up and down, as if she were rutting on
an imaginary lover. These thrusts also made her rear push rhythmically
up higher into the air to meet the belt that invariably came down at
just the right moment. The thrusting and the whipping achieved a
harmony with the ever-pulsing music, and the woman climaxed, crying
out and grinding her pelvis into her fingers as the belt stopped
smacking.
At the same time, Sharon ground her clitoris against Zarth's
hand and moaned with her own orgasm. The lights on the stage began to
dim. The show was over. Sharon lay back against her captain, totally
exhausted and happy. Zarth grinned and stroked the young woman's
hair, kissing her with gentle affection.
"Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?" he whispered in her ear
as she snuggled in his arms.
"This place is totally...absolutely...unbelievable!" she
murmured with a chuckle, and opened her mouth for the grape he held to
her lips. She rested and enjoyed passively being fed tidbits of
exotic food by her captain, while she dreamed about what other
exciting pleasures might be found on this decadent planet.
Chapter 4
Sharon and Lord Shardin stood together as they waited for the
shuttle back to the ship. "Can't I stay on the planet with you for a
while longer, Zarth? It would be lots of fun," Sharon pleaded, as she
kissed him and nibbled his furry ear.
"Sorry, honey, but this planet is just too risky for a beautiful
woman like you. I want to know you're safe on the ship while I do
some scouting around on the bad side of town."
She snuggled under his long cape, and stroked his cheek and
neck. "Oh, all right. But you be careful, too. I'll be worried
about you while you're down here. What are you looking for here?"
"I thought I would check out the slave auctions in the west
quarter. See if I can't rescue one or two promising young ladies and
bring them back to the ship, as trainees. Deck G-3 is still a little
empty, in my opinion."
"Ah, I should have known you'd be thinking of that, you old tom-
cat!" she snickered as she playfully ran her hand caressingly down the
ever-present bulge in his pants.
"Mmm...why is it I can never get enough of that?" he sighed with
pleasure, wrapping his cape more snugly around them to give more
privacy to her actions. A few other crewmembers looked in the
opposite direction, smiling slyly at one another as they heard their
captain purr softly with contentment.
"Here's the shuttle, my girl! Don't worry...I'll be back up
there in a few more hours." He kissed her passionately, holding her
tightly and moaning softly as she caressed the bulge in his snug-
fitting pants again.
"Zarth, be careful; and thank you for a most unforgettable
evening. It was wonderful--and so were you!" She kissed him, gave
his crotch one more playful pat, then hopped onto the shuttle.
As Sharon relaxed in the shuttle, she thought about her life on
the ship. She had been a hooker on an obscure planet called Earth,
before she was spirited away and found herself on Lord Shardin's star
cruiser. Several other prostitutes had been taken from Earth, too,
and now they were all her friends and fellow trainees for careers in
the fleet.
The Fleet liked to keep a good male/female ratio on their ships,
for morale. But not many women with the Empired enlisted, so they
solved the problem in another way. Every inhabited planet in the
galaxy had prostitutes. It was also a known fact that those women led
lives of misery, abuse, and hopelessness. So the ships of the fleet,
at their own discretion, would abduct a few prostitutes from time to
time. Their societies would never miss them, and their lives would be
so radically improved that the girls would feel they had been rescued,
not abducted.
They were educated, trained to be useful crewmembers on the
ships, and treated with affection, compassion, and respect by the male
crewmembers. No 'official' demands were made of them sexually--they
were no longer prostitutes--but they were usually so grateful for
their improved lives that they reciprocated of their own free will.
They were happy, and they kept the males happy.
These trainees always lived on deck G-3 on the Phoenix II, and
the deck had acquired the nickname of 'P-deck', in honor of the former
prostitutes quartered there. Sharon smiled a little as she thought
about Zarth 'rescuing' a couple of sex-slaves from the auction. The
ratio between males and females was pretty good already, but with an
insatiable, sex-hungry lion aboard, they could always use a few more
girls!
* * * * *
Lord Shardin strolled through the marketplaces, soaking in the
atmosphere of this disreputable city. The slave-auction building was
just ahead. He had pulled this stunt once before, and it was such
fun! Buy a female slave, lead her away, then tell her that she is to
be a crewmember in the Imperial Fleet--that she is no longer a slave.
It was such fun to watch the fearful cringing change into hope, then
finally into exuberant gratitude as the woman realized she had been
rescued from a life of degradation. He might even buy two women, if
his money held out. Two naked women expressing their gratitude to him
would be even more fun!
Lord Shardin reached the auction and moved up toward the front
of the crowd so he could see the 'merchandise' better. Aliens of all
varieties made ample room for this tall, regally dressed officer of
the Fleet. The auctioneers also saw him and bowed respectfully,
increased profits shining in their eyes. They would bring out some
special prizes to tempt this powerful aristocrat from the Empire.
Shardin leaned against a post and watched passively for quite a
while without bidding. He needed to get a feel for how much to bid
first, so he wouldn't make a fool of himself. But as each young woman
or man was brought out, and he sensed the fear emanating from the poor
victim, he found it hard to resist the urge to bid. He wished he
could liberate the whole bunch.
There was a standard routine to this business of selling sex-
slaves. First of all, they were always naked, and had their arms
bound behind them. This position showed the females off especially
well, since it caused their breasts to stand out proudly. If a slave
tried to cower or slump, a soft leather strap was applied to various
parts of their bodies, to the delight of the raucous crowd.
Many of these people had no intentions of buying--they only came
to watch the show. And it was often quite a show! As the bidding
began on each slave, the handler would always fondle the slave--male
or female--to get them aroused. If they resisted, he would sometimes
whip them. But in the case of females, this particular handler would
simply throw the woman to the deck on her back, pin her legs far apart
with his own legs, and continue arousing her against her will.
Of course, the bids would always sky-rocket during this
'procedure', and the crowd would yell suggestions and 'helpful' hints
to the busy handler. Shardin chuckled as he watched yet another woman
squirm and shiver with involuntary pleasure under the relentless hands
of this professional.
This handler used a much different tactic when the slave was a
young male. He would force the slave to stand with his legs far
apart, pelvis thrust forward, facing the audience, while the handler
stood behind him. He would then reach around the young man's neck
with one arm, pinioning him, while his other hand reached around to
stroke, slap, and pump life into the man's often flaccid organ. If
the slave dared to move his legs or struggle, the handler would reach
for the strap hanging on his belt-hook, and use it on the helplessly
exposed genitals, while still pinioning the young man's neck with his
other arm.
The application of a soft leather strap always had the amazing
effect of arousing, rather than deflating, the slave's throbbing
shaft. In addition, it drove the crowd wild, and the prices shot up,
especially among the wealthier ladies in the crowd. If one of these
ladies bought a young male slave, you could be sure she would have a
leather strap hanging conveniently on a wall, and that it would be
used often.
However, the handler also had more ejoyable tactics which he
employed to titillate the crowd. With one particular male slave, the
handler invited several of the female bidders to come to the edge of
the stage, while he had the boy kneel on the stage's front edge, knees
wide apart, pelvis thrust forward. This slave was not struggling, and
was already very aroused and willing to obey anyone. The women
snickered as they stroked and played with the boy's large, rigid
shaft, and he bucked and thrust against their hands and moaned as he
leaned back against the handler with his eyes closed. All his most
wonderful adolescent fantasies came to life as the women took turns
squeezing and pumping his engorged penis. After a few minutes, the
slave-boy ejaculated wildly into the air, to the delight of the women
and the entire crowd. Needless to say, he brought a good price, and
was led away by the middle-aged woman who had been pumping the boy's
cock at the time he ejaculated.
"Well, I guess a few slaves enjoy their lot in life," Shardin
mused with a grin as he watched the satisfied, happy boy leave.
Then a strikingly beautiful young woman was brought onto the
stage, and Shardin stepped forward with interest written vividly
across his face. She had red hair--long and wavy--a porcelain-
delicate complexion, and a slender, aristocratic face. Her eyes were
as green as his, and more importantly, she had a look of smoldering
anger, rather than fear, in those eyes. She squared her shoulders and
stood proudly, defiantly, and stared her audience down. "She'd make
one hell of a security guard!" Shardin mused, impressed with the
girl's dignity and bearing. This was the one he had to save, even if
it took every credit he had.
Chapter 5
"Ladies and Gents, I have a rare treasure to offer you now," the
auctioneer spoke with pride, glancing at Shardin hopefully. "This is
a young woman captured by a raiding party on a remote planet beyond
sector 10. She has never been a slave before now, and this is her
first sale. She's not a virgin, but she's not what you would call
'experienced' either."
Shardin looked at the young woman. "Beyond sector 10..." he
silently mused. "I wonder if she's from Earth?" Then he heard the
bidding start.
"Five thousand credits," a voice piped up to Shardin's right.
"Ten thousand," Shardin countered, hoping the sudden jump in price
would make the sale short and sweet, for the girl's sake. He could
already see the handler's hand sliding onto her groin, and her cheeks
were flushing with anger and embarrassment.
The young woman, who's name happened to be Caitlin, looked
quickly at the owner of that deep, mellow voice which had just doubled
the bid on her. She locked her eyes on the green eyes of a well-
dressed, strangely handsome creature with the features of both a human
and a lion. As another bid quickly came, she saw him bid again in
that quiet, dignified manner of his.
While she stared at him, she realized that the handler's fingers
were now on her clitoris. She had been warned beforehand about
resisting, but without hesitation, she spun her body violently around
to face the startled handler, breaking free from his grasp. Her knee
came up, but missed his groin and only bumped his leg. "You keep your
dirty hands off me!" she snarled, backing away a few paces.
The handler's face darkened with anger, and his hand went
instantly to the strap hanging at his side, and Caitlin felt fear
beginning to rise in her. She had no chance against that strap, with
her hands tied behind her and not a stitch of clothing for protection.
The strap was now in his hand, and he was slowly walking toward her.
Then both she and the handler heard Shardin's low, menacing growl.
The handler stopped short, looked uneasily at Shardin, and
realized that if he used the strap on this girl, he would be putting
his life on the line. He hung it back on his belt, and Shardin gave
him a brief nod of approval. Then Shardin looked at the frightened,
uncertain girl, and silently motioned with his eyes for her to return
to the handler.
Caitlin stared at the green-eyed man-cat, who nodded briefly at
her, then smiled and winked as he motioned again for her to return to
the handler. She hesitantly moved toward the handler, all the while
keeping her eyes on Shardin's. Then the handler had his hands firmly
on her again, and the bidding continued.
Caitlin once more felt afraid as the man behind her began
caressing her again. She looked desperately at the man-cat, who
shrugged slightly, smiled and winked again at her, as if to say, "It's
no big deal. Just enjoy it." He had just doubled the latest bid on
her, so she knew he meant to have her.
The handler had pushed her feet far apart with his feet, and as
she stood spread out and exposed, she felt the first waves of aching
pleasure growing in her loins. She could not stop her pelvis from
pushing against the expert hand that rubbed and aroused her throbbing
groin. These feelings were new to her, and she tried in vain to
ignore them while she watched the man-cat calmly and quickly outbid
anyone who dared to bid against him. She felt her pelvis
instinctively thrust up and down in cooperation with the hand that
stroked her so expertly, not realizing that she was moving ever closer
to orgasm. She barely heard the auctioneer announce, "Sold, to the
officer of the Fleet, for 50,000 credits!" But she did hear the
thundering growl that addressed the handler as he continued rubbing
her throbbing sex.
"Take your hands off of her! Now!" Shardin quickly growled as
the sale was announced as final. He could see that the girl was
getting close to orgasm, and he did not want her humiliated publicly
in that way. The handler hastily released her--so quickly, in fact,
that she dropped to her knees, flushed and panting and a little
disoriented. He reached up and put his hand on her shoulder and
squeezed it gently, bringing her back to reality. "Don't be afraid.
You're safe now," he said as he smiled up at her.
There were a few boo's from the disappointed crowd; they had
wanted to see the girl climax. Shardin stared ominously at them, and
they quickly shut their mouths in fear. It was not wise to cross the
path of an officer so high up in the Fleet. Shardin then paid the
auctioneer, had the handler untie the girl, who was still sitting on
her knees at the edge of the stage, then lifted her off the stage to
stand beside him. As she looked up at him in mingled fear and relief,
Shardin took his cape off, and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Thank you," she whispered, still a little dumbstruck by the
events of the past several minutes. She gladly leaned against him as
he led her away from the crude, side-show atmosphere of the auction
block.
Once they reached the street, Shardin hailed a taxi, so the girl
could rest in privacy. He helped her in and ordered the driver to go
to a clothing store in a better district. Then he addressed the now-
shaking young woman. "What is your name, dear?" he asked gently, as
he stroked her hair.
"Caitlin," she said in a voice that barely held back the sound
of tears. "What are you going to do with me now that you own me?" she
asked with tears glistening in her eyes.
Shardin held her closely, comfortingly, as he replied. "I don't
own you, Caitlin. I just bought you to get you away from that damned
place. I am not your master. I'm only your friend. My name is Zarth
Shardin, and for now, at least, you can call me Zarth."
Caitlin was crying too hard by now to reply with words, but she
slipped both arms around the shoulders of her benefactor and hugged
him tightly in gratitude. As she continued to hold onto him and press
her face against his warm, furry chest, she felt him gently ease her
onto his lap and cradle her like a child. She closed her eyes and
gradually drifted into sleep as she let him stroke her, rock her, and
purr softly in her ear. All the fear and tension slid from her during
the brief nap, and later when Shardin gently woke her, she smiled at
him and kissed him on the cheek.
He bought her some clothes in the store while the taxi waited,
then rode to the shuttle-landing pads. She had quickly recovered from
the shock of this day, and relaxed calmly in Shardin's warm embrace as
they waited for a shuttle.
"What planet are you from, Caitlin?" he asked as he ran his
fingertips up and down her spine.
"Earth," she replied. "Have you heard of it?"
"Been there once. Beautiful place--from orbit, at least.
That's as close as I got. But it worries me to think that Orion space
pirates have found it. I think the Fleet will have to start
patrolling that sector now, to protect your people."
"That sounds like a good idea. Do you think I'll get to go home
to Earth soon?" she asked.
"No, sweetheart, I'm sorry. Earth doesn't know about us yet,
and you've seen too much. Besides, do you really think you'd be happy
stuck on a primitive planet in the hind end of the galaxy, now that
you know what wonders and excitement await you?"
"I guess I wouldn't. But still, it's my home, and I'll miss
it..." Her voice broke slightly, and Zarth once again wrapped his
arms around her comfortingly. But this time there were no tears. She
just relaxed against him, totally open to whatever he might want to
do. She was finding herself more and more attracted to this handsome
alien.
Chapter 6
As the shuttle cleared the atmosphere, racing to the trio of
space cruisers in high orbit, Caitlin gasped in awe at the glittering
stars. "It's so beautiful up here! And so many more stars than I
ever saw from Earth." She leaned contentedly against her rescuer, and
was pleased when one of his hands crept across her breast. She liked
the feel of those strange, but kind, hands as they gently stroked her
breasts, hidden under the velvet cape draped across her. She began to
feel the same throbbing in her loins that she had felt on the auction
block, and wondered why she had never felt that way with boys on Earth
when they had made love with her.
The shuttle arrived within minutes, and Shardin escorted her to
her quarters. These quarters were not on P-deck, but were instead
very close to Shardin's quarters. Caitlin tried to listen as Shardin
explained how to work the various appliances in the quarters, but her
mind was on him. Of course, he sensed her attraction, and after a few
more explanations, he gathered her in his arms. "I know I may be
rushing this a bit, Caitlin," he purred in her ear, "but I would
really like to give you a proper welcome to my ship, in a very special
way." He kissed her with warm affection, and said, "Would you like to
make love with a creature from another planet, darling?"
"Mmm, yes Zarth," she mumbled as she returned his kiss,
marvelling at the velvety softness of the fur around his nose and
mouth. "Just like a horse's nose--so soft!" she silently mused.
They melted into a languorous embrace, and their clothes began
dropping to the floor, piece by piece. Finally they stood naked in
front of each other, and Caitlin was awed by what she saw.
Shardin's body was incredibly muscular, and was covered with
short fur--black on his back, ears, eyebrows, and tail; but fading to
tawny brown as it approached his hands, feet, belly, face and
genitals. And there Caitlin was even more awestruck! She ran her
hands lightly down his belly to the soft, velvety-short fur of the
sheath that held his phallus close to his body. "Just like a lion's!"
she murmured as she stroked the smooth sheath and felt the shaft
within throbbing, hardening, beginning to emerge from the opening.
She also stroked his large balls, amazed at both the size of
them and the lack of curly pubic hair. Instead, there was the same
'horse-nose-soft' fur, too short to see against the tawny-gray skin.
He moaned softly, purred, and stood with his legs apart and stiff,
while she caressed him.
"Ohhh...Caitlin! If only you knew how good it feels when you
stroke me there," he murmured, almost in a trance with the pleasure.
He shuddered a little, and grinned as she playfully tickled the firm
balls and velvety sheath with her fingertips.
"Why don't you lie down on the bed, my big tomcat, so I can see
what I'm doing better?" she suggested, and Zarth obeyed, already stiff
with desire. As he lay on his back, legs spread wide, Caitlin sat
down between his muscular thighs, and rubbed her cheeks against the
smooth, velvety fur of his sheath. Then with her hands she began
stroking, massaging, and sometimes tickling him, in this sensitive
region.
Shardin moaned, almost incapacitated with ecstasy. His swollen
penis had now emerged fully from the sheath, and throbbed with intense
desire. He chuckled as he saw Caitlin staring at it in wonder. "Do
you think it'll fit??" she whispered, wide-eyed.
"It always has before, love!" he laughed.
Caitlin continued caressing him with her fingertips, but also
leaned over and gave the head of his engorged shaft a tentative lick.
She was rewarded by his groan of intense pleasure, and tickled the
head more with her tongue.
Zarth arched his pelvis and shuddered, his breathing becoming a
little ragged as Caitlin's tongue teased his cock mercilessly. He
gasped when she wrapped her soft lips around the sensitive head and
swirled her tongue on it voluptuously. She then began sucking on it
as her tongue caressed it, and Zarth clenched the bedsheets with his
clawed hands, almost mindless with desire. His pelvis began
instinctively pumping, beyond his control. Only with great difficulty
did he manage to regain his senses and gently pull her away from his
pulsing loins and up to his mouth.
Zarth kissed those wonderful lips, and caressed Caitlin's body
lovingly as she lay on top of him with her legs spread and entwined
with his. The tip of his phallus touched the lips of her vagina, and
throbbed with desire to enter. But he waited, now in control again.
"Now, let me make you feel as wonderful as you're making me feel,
Caitlin," he purred, as he gently laid her on her back. He knelt over
her beautifully pale body and began kissing her breasts, neck, and
abdomen, as his hands gently massaged her groin.
Caitlin sighed and smiled with gentle pleasure, enjoying the
luxurious treatment she was receiving. She had absolutely no idea of
the intense arousal and mind-searing ecstasy this man-cat intended to
invoke within her body. She had made love a few times in her life
with old boyfriends, but had not been very impressed. The guys got
all the pleasure and left her wondering what she was supposed to feel.
And when would 'it' happen--this mysterious thing called orgasm she
had heard about? Well, the time had arrived: she was now in the hands
of a true master of the game.
Zarth's mouth moved down to Caitlin's groin, replacing his hand.
He had already guessed that this girl had not yet experienced orgasm.
Her familiarity with using her mouth to stimulate him suggested that
she had been on the giving end a few times, but never the receiving
end. She had obviously been with a few rather selfish, immature boys.
"Well now it's your turn, my love," he smiled silently. "Now is the
time of your sexual awakening." He settled to work between her legs.
Caitlin felt Zarth gently spread her legs open wider, and closed
her eyes, expecting to be penetrated by that huge, throbbing organ of
his. Instead, she felt his tongue on her clitoris, and looked down in
surprise. Zarth looked back at her and winked mischievously at her.
"Close your eyes and relax, darling, and I will love you like
you've never been loved before!" he purred, and she obeyed him. As
her alien lover stroked, licked, and tickled her in just the right
places--and at just the right times--she felt desire begin to throb in
her loins, and pleasure tingled in her clitoris, spreading outward.
She moaned softly and rolled against the wonderful tongue that was
doing things never before done to her.
Then Zarth's mouth was on her belly, then kissing her breasts
again. His tongue tickled and teased her nipples, one at a time,
causing her to giggle and squirm with pleasure. Finally, his mouth
met hers again in a passionate, almost savage kiss. And she felt his
large phallus begin to enter her slowly, stretching her, making her
feel wonderfully full and complete. She had never been so totally
filled by a man before, and it was an exciting feeling.
"Grind your pelvis against me, Caitlin. Build up that feeling I
was giving you with my tongue," he whispered lovingly, as she lay
there uncertainly. Her instincts would come through soon enough, as
they had on the auction block, but for now, a few instructions were
necessary as he slowly began pumping his eager cock in and out,
rolling a bit to give her inexperienced clitoris the pressure it
needed.
Her eyes widened in happy surprise as she felt the warm pleasure
returning to her pelvis again. Zarth chuckled and kissed her
lovingly. "Caitlin," he purred, "my mind has a special energy that
yours doesn't have. Will you allow me to touch your mind, and give
you pleasure with my mind as well as with my body?"
Caitlin looked puzzled, but nodded. Zarth gently stroked her
face with his fingertips, then touched her forehead and forged the
link. She gasped slightly as she felt a strange presence in her mind,
but relaxed as his mind soothed and reassured her that she was safe
and loved.
As Zarth pumped within her loins, he began sending little pulses
of energy into the pleasure center of her brain. The pleasant
sensations she had been enjoying as she rubbed her pelvis against him
suddenly grew stronger. She could feel the pulse of the aching
pleasure, and it was timed with his thrusts into her. "Oooh..." she
moaned softly as she ground harder against him, also in rhythm with
the throbbing of her clitoris.
Zarth increased the energy gradually, relentlessly, and her
gentle moans became more passionate, more strangled, and her thrusts
against him became more frantic. She began grinding harder, clenching
the fur on his back with her fists. More energy, and the thrustings
fused into one hard, bruising, continuous push against him, and he
held his phallus steady within her, pushing firmly as she began
gasping and shuddering. Another energy jolt, and her legs tightened
around his, her moans intensified, and her vagina began spasming open
and shut against his throbbing, aching penis. She shuddered against
him, gasping with the almost unbearable ecstasy. She was in orgasm
now.
At the risk of overdoing it, he shot one final burst of energy
into her as he withdrew his mind and began pumping eagerly again. She
cried out, her vagina still spasming, and nearly pulled two handfuls
of fur out of his back.
Gradually the unbearable ecstasy subsided, but Caitlin still
felt tingling jolts from her engorged sex as Zarth pounded against it.
It was his turn now, and he moaned and panted with frantic desire, as
her deliciously tight sheath drove him quickly to the heights of
ecstasy.
Then he climaxed. His roars echoed through the room, and even
down the corridor, as he came within this woman. He had 'bought' her
with two months' salary, and in this moment of ejaculation, he truly
owned her. Of course, it could also be said that she owned him as
well.
They both panted and shuddered with the aftershocks of orgasm,
as Zarth dropped his head onto the pillow. He remembered not to let
his whole, massive body collapse on this delicate creature as he had
with Sharon earlier in the day, and he carefully rolled over to bring
her on top of him. They were still connected sexually; he always
strove to maintain that connection as long as he could when making
love, because it instilled a wonderful sense of 'oneness' to the two
tired bodies.
Caitlin laughed weakly as she lay limply on Zarth's body. "I
never dreamed...that it could be...like this," she panted.
"Welcome to the world of pleasure, sweetheart!" Zarth purred
with a satisfied smile. They snuggled against one another, and then
both drifted off to sleep, still connected in that special 'oneness'
even as they slept.
Chapter 7
Caitlin woke to find herself lying on a warm, fur rug--or was
it? Then she remembered, and chuckled softly. The vibrations of her
laugh caused something to throb slightly within her, and she realized
Zarth had not withdrawn his shaft from her loins. He slept soundly
now, but his sex-drive apparently had a life if its own.
She playfully began squeezing her vaginal muscles rhythmically,
and felt the long, soft shaft begin to throb and grow firm again.
Zarth moaned slightly in his sleep under her. Caitlin began pumping
her body up and down, and reached behind her to stroke his velvety
balls. Now Zarth began thrusting his pelvis, and his engorged organ
moved instinctively in and out of her. He moaned with desire again,
and seemed to be dreaming now,as his closed eyes and long tail
twitched slightly.
Caitlin matched his rhythm with her body, and also rubbed her
clitoris against him, enjoying the flush of arousal. The pumping of
his cock increased in speed and intensity, and she once again stroked
and tickled his large testicles. Within a few moments, he gave a
mighty growl and came within her in shuddering spurts. He continued
to thrust, to pant, and to give short, throaty groans with each breath
for about half a minute, as the final after shocks died down.
Caitlin also moaned with the pleasure she felt as she rubbed
against Zarth's body. She then shuddered a little, and felt her
vaginal muscles spasm against his embedded penis, and she gasped with
the pleasure of the small orgasm she had achieved without help. A few
more hard pushes of her pubic mound against him, and she was
satisfied.
Zarth's arms enfolded her then. He had awakened just barely
enough to realize his climax was not a dream, and had felt Caitlin's
quiet spasms of orgasm. Sleepily he embraced her, kissed her, and
whispered, "Thank you, love." Then they both slept soundly in each
other's arms.
* * * * *
"Number One, I believe you are over©due for a much deserved
shore leave."
First Officer Sha'teem turned around and smiled at his well-
rested captain who had just strolled onto the bridge. "I trust you
enjoyed yourself, my Lord?" he grinned at Shardin knowingly. The whole
ship had heard about the red-haired beauty Shardin had brought back
with him.
"Very much so, Number One," Shardin purred. "A most memorable
experience in every way! And now it's your turn; go ye and do
likewise."
"Thank you, sir," Sha'teem exclaimed as he handed bridge control
over to his captain. "Three of our female crewmen have invited me
along as part of their 'safety' escort. It seems they've pooled their
resources, and want to go to the slave auction!"
The two officers chuckled at the thought of the happy-go-lucky
women of P-deck bidding for a ..."Wait a minute!" Shardin exclaimed.
"Are they going to buy a female or a male?"
Sha'teem suddenly looked troubled. "I had assumed a female,
just so they could liberate her from slavery, but now that you mention
it...they were snickering an awful lot. You don't suppose..."
"I'd be willing to bet on it, Number One. They want to buy a
boy to fulfill their every whim!"
The two officers stared at each other worriedly, but then burst
into peals of laughter as the humor of the situation hit them. Of
course, the boy would no longer be a slave once he was brought to the
ship, but as Shardin remembered the compliant boy on the auction block
allowing the women to jerk him off yesterday, he knew that the women
of the ship were going to be having some real fun, after all. There
were actually quite a few young men who would be happy to play the
game of being a sex-slave, even while training to become a crew
member.
"Let them buy a boy, Sha'teem!" he chuckled. "Just make sure
they get a willing one, and see that he's not under 16 years old."
"Aye, sir!" Sha'teem grinned, shaking his head as he left the
bridge.
* * * * *
"Ladies and gents, step right up. The auction will now begin,"
the auctioneer called out, and the crowd in the arena pushed closer to
the stage. Sha'teem and two male fighter-pilots stood close to Liezl,
Sharon, and Xia, as the girls chattered excitedly.
Sha'teem had quietly slipped backstage a few minutes before
hand, to talk to the auctioneer. He told him what type of slave the
women were interested in: compliant, well-adjusted, willing to 'play'
slave even though he would be free, and about 16 or 17 years old. The
auctioneer said he had two or three such boys,and that he could bring
them out in a group, so the ladies could make a better choice.
Now, back with his group, Sha'teem told the ladies to hold back
and just watch for a while, because the auctioneer would bring their
best choices out together in a little while.
"Commander, how did you and Lord Shardin figure out that we
intended to buy a boy?" Liezl asked, gleefully embarrassed.
"I know," Sharon chuckled. "Shardin probably told him about the
serving boy at the dinner club, yesterday. And then we have been
giggling and whispering a lot."
"Don't worry, Sha'teem," Liezl murmured seductively as she
pressed her shapely body close to the First Officer's. "We're not
going to neglect any of you big boys, just cause we'll have a boy to
lick our clits any time we want!"
Sha'teem wrapped his cape suddenly around Leizl, grinning
wolfishly. "I know you're not going to neglect me, little girl!" He
kissed her and thrust his pelvis against hers, and then moaned as she
reached down and rubbed his lengthening shaft through the tight pants.
With the cape offering privacy, she unzipped the fly, reached in, and
grabbed his stiffened organ. She teased the sensitive head with her
fingertips for an exquisitely long minute, then let go and zipped him
back up.
"Wish I could do more, but this isn't the place for it," she
whispered, then kissed away his frustrated expression. "Why don't we
go to that dinner-and-sex place later?" Liezl looked at Sha'teem
hopefully.
"You've got a date!" Sha'teem grinned as he fondled her large
breasts. Then, the first slave was brought out on stage,and they
turned their attention back to the auction.
The crew members watched with interest as the male slave was
brought forward. He was about 20, and was not at all in a cooperative
mood. Even with his hands bound behind him, he angrily struggled
against the handler, and almost overpowered him. Another handler came
out, and together they threw the slave to the deck on his back. With
each handler kneeling and grabbing a leg, they quickly had him spread
open, his genitals exposed and helpless.
Of course, the audience expected them to use their leather
straps next, and whip this aggressive young buck into submission; but
surprisingly, they did not. With conspiratorial grins, they both
began stroking and pumping the man's rising penis, even going so far
as to use their tongues just a little. He was soon groaning with
pleasure and desire, and pumping his throbbing loins frantically.
Then, winking at one another, the handlers ordered him to obey
them or they would leave him frustrated and unrelieved, and would whip
him instead of letting him ejaculate. Grimly, the slave nodded. They
ordered him onto his stomach with his knees pulled up under him and
spread apart. One handler then mounted him from the rear, and began
satisfying himself energetically,while reaching his hands around and
pumping the slave's tormented, aroused shaft.
The slave moaned and shuddered with ecstasy, but then found his
mouth being put to other use, as the second handler forced him to give
a blow job. With each end of him plugged by a cock,the slave
presented a hilarious sight to the crowd. They hooted with laughter,
and urged the handlers into a contest to see which of them could
climax first. The bidding paused for a few minutes while the grinning
handlers pumped enthusiastically. The slave had already come, and so
was not in the contest. He had shot his load of creamy white semen
onto the deck within the first minute of being mounted.
The handler in back won the contest. He ejaculated into the
tightness of the slave's helpless ass, dismounted, and left the stage
amid applause. The other handler then urged the slave onto greater
efforts by applying a strap to the now-unoccupied rear end. After a
minute, he came in the slave's mouth, and stood up. The bidding
continued, and the thoroughly subdued young man slowly regained his
feet. This time he stood obediently while the handler pumped and
teased his flaccid penis back to life. He was sold for a moderate
price, to a large, muscular humanoid male from the Aldebaran sector.
Sha'teem and his group continued watching as more slaves were
auctioned. The next few were females, and the Phoenix's crew women
gasped in wide-eyed amazement while the handler expertly rubbed,
caressed, whipped, and sucked each slave to orgasm right there on the
stage. Xia snickered, "Maybe we should buy the handler, instead.
He's perfect!" The others laughed,and the handler, who had overheard
her, grinned and threw her a wink.
Finally, two young men were brought onto the stage, grinning
with excitement--their long shafts already beginning to rise to
attention. They both looked about 16, and both were handsome and
well-groomed. Sha'teem chuckled as Liezl and the girls ooh'd and
ahh'd over them and edged even closer to the stage. The handler
untied their hands and ordered the boys to adopt a '69' position and
stimulate each other, while the bidding began on the one on top. He
was olive-skinned and dark-haired like Sha'teem, who had already begun
taking a liking to the boy. Sha'teem was not as choosy as Shardin
about the sex of his bed-partners. "Pleasure is pleasure, no matter
who gives it," he had always said, although he did at least refuse to
engage in anal sex. Now, he decided that he might chip in a bit of
money toward the boy on top, if the girls would let him have his share
of pleasure from the boy,s hands and mouth. They agreed with him, and
started bidding.
As the top boy pumped his loins up and down, the handler began
running his hand lightly down between the cheeks of his young butt.
Then slowly, gently, his inserted a finger into the tight anal
sphincter and began pumping it in and out, while tickling the boy's
nipples with his other hand. The boy shivered with ecstasy. The
handler then moved his hand away from the hardened nipples and down to
the boy's loins. After a brief word of instruction, the boy pulled
his wet penis out of the other boy's mouth, and thrust it into the
man's hand, which clenched it firmly. With the handler pumping his
throbbing cock with one strong hand, and his anus with the other, the
boy cried out passionately, and wildly ejaculated onto the bare chest
of the boy beneath him. By this time, Sha'teem and the girls had
outbid everyone, and the sale was declared final.
The other boy had not come yet, and looked very forlorn as the
handler pulled the sold slave off of him. But the handler winked at
him and said, "Don't worry, boy. You're turn's next, and I'll make
you come like you've never come before!" The boy grinned and lay
waiting patiently, cock throbbing in the air expectantly.
Sha'teem, the girls, and the two other officers, were about to
leave with 'their' boy--whose name was Amri--when the boy asked,
"Please may we watch what happens now with my friend, Sikar? It
should be fun to watch, master--and mistresses."
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Sha'teem smiled, as he
absentmindedly stroked Amri's backside with his fingertips. The girls
were also handling various parts of the boy's anatomy, and he wriggled
with pleasure while watching the stage.
The handler had returned to Sikar, and now ordered him onto his
knees facing the crowd. The slave-boy obeyed, knees wide apart, and
grinned at Amri while thrusting his pelvis forward at the crowd. The
handler knelt behind him, leaned the boy back against his body, and
with both hands began fondling the testicles and pumping the aching
penis with his most tantalizing skills. The bidding bounced higher
and higher as Sikar groaned, pumped his loins, and shuddered with the
mounting pleasure. His eyes were closed, and his hands were clenching
the handler's knees, on each side of his body. He finally cried out
loudly when he came, and spurts of white, thick semen shot almost to
the edge of the stage. He continued thrusting and squirting for
nearly thirty seconds as the skillful handler milked him dry.
Sikar sold for an even higher price than Amri, and left with a
wealthy, attractive woman who had a mischievous smile and gentle
manners.
"Well, folks," began Sha'teem, "now that we've seen Sikar off to
a happy home, Liezl and I are going to the 'eat-n-fuck' dinner
theatre. Anyone want to come along? We could get a larger room and
have an all-out orgy!"
Of course, they all wanted to. And what better place to break
in a new slave, than that? They left the auction, with the girls
taking turns 'leading' the still-naked Amri by holding onto his erect
shaft as they walked. Sha'teem watched the spectacle,and shook his
head with a grin. "Ladies, have your fun for now, but this kid can't
run naked through the corridors of the Phoenix! He'll have to have
some clothes before we return. Also, Amri, you are not 'officially' a
slave any more. This is just a game now; and you will be trained as a
crewman on the Phoenix. But...since we did shell out a fair piece of
money to liberate you, I hope you'll find enough gratitude in your
heart to continue the game, and to 'play' slave for the women--and for
me--in the privacy of our quarters."
"Oh, certainly master! And mistresses! I will lead a double
life, gladly. Crew member by day, and slave by night for as long as
you desire. You got a deal!" The exuberant young man grinned and
hugged his three ladies. Then he gave Sha'teem a significant look,
and said, "If I ever fail to please any of you in the slightest
detail, you should have Lord Sha'teem take a strap to me; I should
well-whipped when I am bad, don't you think so, master?" He looked
hopefully at Sha'teem, who by now was laughing heartily. 'Owning' a
slave was going to be more of an adventure than he had ever dreamed!
Chapter 8
"Dinner for six, plus one slave, first class, front row. This
way please," the head waiter bowed low. The Phoenix II and her sister
ships had provided a great boost in business for this restaurant. As
the three officers escorted their ladies, with Amri following behind,
the two pilots--Lts. Dargin and Schultz--joked with Sha'teem.
"Do you think one of us will be odd-man-out, with Amri here
getting into the middle of things, Commander?" Schultz asked.
Sha'teem grinned back at the blushing Amri. "Not unless he
wants to feel our belts across his ass, gentlemen. And besides, we
can always make him service us as well as the ladies!" They all
laughed as they settled onto the cushions in the private cubicle
facing the stage. By silent--but mutual--consent, all six men and
women decided it was gang-up-on-Amri time. They playfully forced him
onto his hands and knees, and the women tickled him and pumped his
ever-lusty shaft, while the men took turns giving him light smacks on
the rear with their belts. Xia then lay down and pulled Amri's mouth
onto her clitoris, while the others continued tormenting him so
exquisitely.
When the food arrived, the server was a nearly naked young
woman, and it was decided unanimously that Amri would provide the tip
for her service. She quickly laid out the food and wine, and then let
Amri mount her as she laid on her back. They coupled passionately and
rapidly, and Amri soon groaned and came within her as she ground her
pelvis against him with her own orgasm. Then she gratefully kissed
him, thanked the others, and left to continue her work in other
cubicles.
"Now, Amri, you'd better grab some food and wine quickly,
because your mouth is very soon going to be busy servicing all six of
us during the show," Sha'teem wolfishly chuckled at the panting,
satisfied young stud.
"Yes, master! With pleasure," Amri replied meekly. The show was
beginning, and the six crew members stripped each other's clothes off
and began feeding each other tidbits of food while caressing each
other. Amri circulated among the lascivious men and women, licking and
caressing exposed genitals almost to the point of orgasm, but leaving
each one aroused as he went to another.
The performance began with a richly dressed, arrogant woman
coming onto stage with her naked slave-girl. The mistress reclined on
some luxurious cushions, opened her robe--revealing a beautiful body--
and spread her legs. She then ordered her slave girl to come and
service her sexually. The unhappy-looking girl crouched down between
the parted thighs of her mistress, and began licking the somewhat
unresponsive clitoris. The mistress watched the girl rather coldly,
and occasionally urged her to greater efforts with a leather strap.
Unknown to the two women on stage, a handsome male slave was
watching from a hidden place on the stage. As he watched the two, he
pumped his large, stiff phallus with his hands, and looked yearningly
at the slave-girl's exposed rear and moist slit. She was totally
exposed to his view as she leaned over her mistress on hands and
knees. He could also see the stinging slaps of the strap on her
squirming backside.
As the frustrated girl worked on her frigid mistress, she
secretly slid one hand down between her own legs, and began to stroke
her own clitoris. This delighted the male slave, who strained to see
better from his hiding place. The girl quickly became very aroused and
wet, but then her mistress discovered what the girl was doing, and
became livid with anger. The girl cowered in fear, knowing that she
would be whipped for touching herself sexually. Her mistress never
allowed her to do that, and wanted the girl to be as cold and
frustrated as she herself was.
The angry mistress jumped up, and dragged the poor girl by the
hair to a set of four brackets on the floor by the cushions. She
chained the frightened, pleading girl spread-eagled on the floor on
her back, and with an evil grin, picked up the leather strap. The
young man looked alarmed, but did not dare intervene, and could only
watch as the cruel mistress began whipping the girl. The strap fell
on breasts, thighs, belly, groin, any target that suited her fancy at
the moment. The helpless girl writhed and pleaded for mercy, tears
running down her face. The more she pleaded, the more the stinging
slaps seemed to fall between her legs, to punish her for the 'crime'
of being aroused. As the leather strap continued to do its work, the
girl noticed that she was becoming aroused even more, rather than
less. The mistress finally put down the strap, and knelt between the
girl's legs. She pulled back the folds of tissue to expose the
throbbing bud of the girl's organ to her view. Grinning wickedly, she
began stroking the sensitive tissue with her fingers. The girl's
state of arousal became intense, and she arched against the fingers,
and moaned with desire.
The male slave, still watching, was also becoming extremely
aroused at the sight of the woman masturbating the helpless young
slave girl. His engorged penis ached with the desire to enter the
girl. The mistress continued stroking her slave until the girl was on
the verge of reaching an orgasm...then stopped abruptly. She stood
up, laughing scornfully while the girl begged for relief from the
desire that flamed in her loins. The mistress then walked off the
stage, leaving the girl chained helplessly, suffering from the
intense, but unrelieved, arousal her mistress had forced upon her.
She moaned and squirmed miserably in her helpless state, and pumped
her pelvis up and down in a futile effort to relieve her throbbing
loins.
It was at this point that the male slave took pity on her, and
approached. He motioned her to remain silent as he knelt between her
legs. He could not unlock the chains on her hands and feet, so she
had to remain as she was--with her legs spread uncomfortably wide, and
her arms stretched out spread-eagle and chained to the floor. He
began licking and teasing her aching organ with his tongue, and she
silently shuddered with ecstasy. Her pelvis pressed against his
tongue, and he pressed back, giving her the stimulation she so
desperately needed for an orgasm.
Her orgasm quickly arrived, and as she heaved and shuddered, he
mounted her, filling her spasming vagina with his hard, throbbing
organ. He rode her as wave after wave of orgasm rocked her pelvis.
He smothered her moans with his mouth, and teased her hardened nipples
with his fingertips as he plunged his cock frantically within her.
Then he clasped her chained hands with his, and twined his legs along
the outside of hers, so that they both lay spread-eagled and joined in
that state of bondage.
They did not see the mistress approaching, as they frantically
rutted with their eyes closed. She watched them for a long moment, in
wide-eyed amazement. Then, picking up her strap, she brought it down
as hard as she could on the man's pumping backside. He jumped with
surprise, and hopped to his feet instinctively. The strap landed on
his belly next, and the mistress ordered him to kneel to be punished.
But the male slave was too close to climax to think of doing
anything except satisfying his lust. He grabbed the strap out of the
mistress's hands, then ripped the robe off of her as she stood there
too shocked to move. By the time she did think to move, the virile
male had her on the floor flat on her back, pumping within her
enthusiastically. He smothered her cries of outrage with his mouth,
and gave one of her nipples a hard pinch. As the horny slave pounded
his organ harder and harder, she began to feel something new--arousal.
She felt her loins start to ache, and began to instinctively press
them against the lusty male who was 'raping' her with such gusto. The
strangely wonderful sensation grew and filled her, and she moaned with
ecstasy as her loins clamped open and shut on the man's hard phallus,
and she bucked against him in orgasm.
Then he came too, and filled her with his hot juice, as he
groaned and rutted even harder with the ecstasy of ejaculation.
Finally he stopped, and collapsed on the equally exhausted woman. The
slave girl chuckled at the sight. She had a feeling her mistress
would be a much easier person to serve from this point on.
The male slave got off of his mistress, too satisfied to even
care if she punished him. He kneeled submissively, knees apart, and
grinned sheepishly at her as she slowly got up. To his relief, she
grinned at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "I suppose I
have to punish you for disobeying, but if I promise not to whip you
hard, will you promise to 'rape' me again sometime soon?" she asked
with a wolfish grin.
"With pleasure, mistress!" the lusty young man replied. "And may
I 'rape' that slave-girl occasionally as well?"
The mistress chuckled. "Yes. In fact, every time she makes the
least mistake, I shall leave her chained like this for your pleasure.
You may 'punish' her with that large weapon between your legs as much
as you like."
The male chuckled, and the slave-girl squirmed with rising
desire and happiness. She watched with amusement as the slave then
leaned back to expose his satisfied organ more fully to his mistress.
The mistress grinned and gave the soft phallus several light, playful
smacks with the strap. The organ responded by beginning to harden
again, ready for action soon.
Then the mistress went over to the slave-girl, knelt down
between the girl's legs, and began caressing the girl's begging
clitoris with her tongue. This time she did not stop too soon, but
continued relentlessly until the girl cried out and shook helplessly
with waves of orgasm.
The mistress smiled at the girl's pleasure, still on her hands
and knees, and then felt her male slave mounting her once more. She
arched her back and thrust back against him, impaling herself on his
hard cock. He rode her hard and fast, there between the slave-girl's
still-chained legs, and as he thrust ever faster, he reached around
the mistress's body and rubbed her engorged clitoris. She thrust
frantically and arched and moaned, and quickly climaxed again. Then,
as the man pumped away in her, the mistress lowered her face once more
to the slave-girl's loins and drove her wild with ecstasy again.
Finally, after several minutes more, he came again, and filled his
mistress with his semen. They both collapsed on either side of the
slave-girl, and the lights dimmed. The show was over.
* * * * *
In the large cubicle close by, another show was not quite over
yet. Three couples lay closely entwined, all thrusting and moaning as
they copulated, coming closer and closer to orgasm. Amri was still
crawling around the scene of sexual mayhem, stroking, licking, sucking
whatever arousable parts presented themselves from moment to moment.
Almost like a row of dominoes falling, the chain reaction of orgasms
started going off through the group, amid groans and shudders. Amri
smiled gleefully as he sat back and watched. He had already come
twice this day, but he was rapidly becoming aroused again, and wished
for an opening to present itself to his throbbing cock. As the
officers laid back one by one, satisfied and exhausted, Amri began to
lose hope of having his own ache satisfied again.
Just then Xia noticed Amri's forlorn look as he sat there
playing absentmindedly with his swollen shaft. Grinning, she motioned
him over, got up on her hands and knees, and wiggled her ass at him.
Elated, he rushed over, mounted, and pumped himself to the happy
oblivion of orgasm within a few minutes. Just before he ejaculated,
he felt other hands on him, tickling his nipples, stroking his balls,
and even the light, playful smack of a belt on his undulating
backside. They were all getting into the act, and Amri's orgasm
reached an all-time high level of wild ecstasy, as he came within Xia.
He cried out, and pumped stream after stream of semen into her, then
collapsed happily on top of her.
Amri rolled over a few minutes later, onto someone who amiably
held a wine glass to his lips, and then put a piece of food in his
mouth. He finally gathered enough energy to look up and see that it
was Sha'teem. He sighed with contentment and said, "Master, I can
tell I'm going to love being in the Imperial Fleet!"
* * * * *
As the officers relaxed in the shuttle, Sha'teem watched Amri
chafing in the unaccustomed clothing they had made him put on. "Don't
worry, son," he grinned, "you'll get used to them soon. Just remember
to keep them on and only act like a slave when we say it's alright to,
or Lord Shardin's likely to take a strap to all of us!"
"Aye, sir!" Amri responded crisply, falling into the part as
easily as he could fall into the part of sex-slave extraordinaire.
Sha'teem leaned back happily and dreamed of the day's adventures, and
wondered when he would ever have another shore leave to compare with
this one.
Chapter 9.
The Phoenix II circled the planet Orionis with her two sister-
ships. Shore-leave was progressing nicely, and Lord Shardin relaxed
in the command chair and watched his satisfied bridge crew. They had
obviously engaged in a lot of debauchery on this disreputable planet,
and were now happy to settle back into the comfortable routine of
duty.
"Number One, how many crew members are still on the planet
today?" Shardin asked Sha'teem, his second in command. Sha'teem also
looked tired, but happy, and Shardin had heard about his group's orgy
and their antics with the boy they had 'bought'.
"Twenty-four, sir. They have about six more hours before the
shuttles pick them up."
"Good. That's the last batch of happy campers, too. We've
managed to have a fine time without any of our folks being hurt or
spirited away into slavery. I'll be relieved when we get those last
two shuttle-loads safely back home, though."
Lord Shardin had met Amri last night, after Sha'teem and the
girls had arrived back at the ship looking totally drained, but happy.
Sha'teem had brought the boy by Shardin's quarters to introduce him to
his captain, and Shardin had delivered a stern lecture to Amri about
when and where he was allowed to 'play slave-boy', and what would
happen to him if he broke the rules. The boy meekly vowed to become
the best crewman he could, and to obey his captain implicitly. As the
boy said these words, however, he gave Shardin a sly smile, as if
inviting orders other than duty-related ones.
Sha'teem caught the look, grinned and got up. "Zarth, I think
I'll leave you and your new crew member to get better acquainted." He
walked out, leaving Shardin looking rather embarrassed and at a loss
for words.
Amri blushed and said, "Request permission to serve you,
Captain."
Shardin looked a little troubled. "I don't usually do anything
with members of the same sex, Amri," he replied gently.
"I understand, my Lord...but consider this: a mouth and hands
can be very unisexual, and can give pleasure without the recipient
noticing the sex of the giver. If you were to sit back and close your
eyes, you could imagine that any woman of your choosing was caressing
you sexually. And I would be happy to serve you in this way."
Shardin crossed his arms and paced for a moment, tail twitching.
Then, he looked at the boy and grinned. It had been a long time since
anyone had brought him off that way. The women on the ship didn't
often volunteer to do that, because it reminded them too much of their
past years as prostitutes. And Shardin never asked them to, out of
respect for them. But now, this boy was volunteering, and all he had
to do was close his eyes and imagine...."All right, Amri. But if you
tell a single living soul about this, I'll have your balls for
dinner!"
"Understood, master!" Amri responded, looking appropriately
concerned, and dropping to his knees submissively. Shardin loosened
his pants, sat back in his favorite chair and closed his eyes,
smiling. In a moment he felt two hands caressing his balls and
lightly stroking the velvety-soft sheath that contained his long
phallus. He pictured Caitlin, as she had done this very thing a few
days before, and groaned with desire. The hands tickled his sensitive
groin, causing him to shiver with pleasure, and his hardening shaft
began to rise up out of its protective sheath. A tongue was there to
meet it.
Shardin once again gave a moan as he thought of Caitlin's tongue
teasing the head of his now-aching organ. The tongue was swirling on
it, and a mouth softly folded around it, sucking slightly. He
clenched the arms of the chair, and spread his legs farther apart to
experience the pleasure more fully. The hands still stroked and
teased his balls and long shaft mercilessly,and the mouth began
pumping up and down on his engorged cock. The tongue licked and teased
the head with each thrust, and within a minute, Shardin was beyond
control, pumping against that wonderful mouth and tongue.
One of the hands then clenched his shaft and began pumping up
and down, while the mouth continued sucking the head. The other hand
kept stroking and massaging his balls, which were throbbing with
desire. A few minutes of this treatment brought him past the point of
no return, and moved him relentlessly toward climax.
Shardin tried to stretch out this growing ecstasy, to prolong
the pleasure, but each second brought him closer to that glorious
'little death', when his loins would practically explode with the
delicious pleasure that was building to an unbearable level. His
hands clenched the chair even tighter, his legs stiffened against the
sensory overload that was just a few seconds away. His loins thrust
desperately within the mouth and the clenched hand, and the moment
arrived.
Shardin's roar shook the room as he came within the mouth that
still sucked and teased, the hand that still pumped and squeezed. He
shot his semen again and again into the mouth, and the spasms of
ecstasy with each ejaculation rocked him to the very core of his
being. The mouth and swirling tongue continued to milk every last,
shuddering drop from his jerking penis. And still the hand firmly
clenched, and the other hand stroked and tickled. His roars changed
to panting, breathy groans, and his arms and legs went limp.
The mouth now remained soothingly still, as it covered his
softening shaft with warmth. The hand also remained still, no longer
pumping, only holding his penis gently, absorbing the small, jerking
aftershocks. The other hand very slowly massaged his balls, no longer
tickling or teasing. He basked in the warmth emanating from the mouth
and hands, as his panting gradually subsided. His eyes remained
closed; but gently, his hands reached out and stroked the head with
the slightly shaggy hair, acknowledging the boy's presence for the
first time since he began. He gave the boy's head an affectionate
pat, and caressed the hair back away from his face. Finally, opening
his eyes, he grinned at the boy. The mouth slipped off of his
penis,and Amri lowered his eyes modestly and then rested his forehead
on the large, soft balls of his captain. He was a little out of
breath as well. Zarth stroked the boy's hair gently for a minute
more, allowing him to rest in that intimate position. "You know,
Amri, I could easily grow addicted to such exquisite pampering as
this," he murmured softly.
"So could I, my Lord," Amri replied, and softly kissed the two
pendulous testicles.
Shardin slowly pulled the boy up and away from his groin, and
said, "Would you like me to show you a pleasure that will be even more
addicting, boy? Would you like me to repay you with my own brand of
ecstasy?"
"Oh, yes master!" Amri whispered, wide-eyed with curiosity and
excitement.
"Then come, sit here and lean back against my chest, and relax."
The boy quickly stripped all his clothes off, leaned back against his
captain's chest, and spread his legs lasciviously.
Shardin chuckled. "You do believe in making yourself
comfortable, don`t you, Amri." The boy blushed and grinned up at the
large man-cat.
"I like to feel like I'm completely at your mercy, master. You
could make me feel good, or you could punish me, and in this position
I would be helpless."
"I understand. I have no intentions of punishing you, but if I
ever do, I'll make sure you're in this position!" he grinned wolfishly
down at the boy. Then he put one hand on Amri's forehead, and the
other on the boy's already erect cock. Slowly, he began pumping it,
as his brain began to send very small spurts of energy into the
pleasure center of the boy's brain. He had decided that he would
build the pleasure up as slowly as he could manage, so the boy would
squirm and thrust and moan with ecstasy as long as possible. When he
finished with this shaft that lay throbbing in his hand, it would be
more thoroughly satiated than it had ever been before.
Slowly, relentlessly, he played the boy's mind and cock with the
virtuosity of a true master. Minute after minute, he pulsed tiny bits
of energy into the boy's mind, and pumped slowly, steadily on the
engorged organ while Amri moaned and rotated his pelvis, and his hands
clutched the muscular legs of his master/captain. The pulses of
energy increased, and the moaning and pelvic thrusts increased.
Shardin worked hard to maintain this high level of arousal for as many
minutes as he could, but finally he could sense that the crest of the
wave was approaching in the boy.
He poured energy into the brain at that point, and pumped harder
on the now-frantic penis. Amri cried out with the unbearable pleasure
that was coursing through his loins and spreading throughout his
entire body now, in a way that it had never done before. He stiffened
into one intense, continuous thrust against the hand, and ejaculated.
Shardin continued the energy for one more moment before withdrawing
his mind, and felt Amri clench and cry out again with the intensity of
the orgasm he was enduring. His penis continued to spurt out the
white, thick semen in spasms, and his breath came in ragged gasps as
he continued to try to ejaculate even after the last drops had oozed
out.
Shardin held the boy's pulsing shaft until it had exhausted
itself, then reached down and gently massaged the balls while his
other arm reached across Amri's chest, firmly holding the boy against
him. Amri panted hoarsely and let his limp body rest against
Shardin's, and reveled in the comforting embrace. Exactly when he
drifted off to sleep, or how long he slept, he wasn't sure. But when
he woke up, he was curled up almost into a fetal position in the arms
of this strong, kind man-cat who had given him the most wonderful
orgasm he had ever experienced.
Shardin smiled down at Amri as the boy yawned and stretched in
his lap. "You know something, crewman? This haircut of yours is not
at all regulation. See that you get it cut properly before I see you
again, if you want to stay on my good side, mister!"
Amri looked up quickly, and saw that Shardin was grinning
mischievously at him, and smiled back as he got to his feet. "Aye,
sir! I'll have it cut right away, my Lord. Am I dismissed now, sir?"
he asked as he hastily got dressed and his captain stood up.
"Any time you're ready, crewman," Shardin said, still grinning
as he towered over the boy.
Amri gathered his nerve as he turned to leave, and stammered,
"Uh, thank you, sir, for...well, you know what for...."
"And thank you, my lad, for a memorable evening." Shardin's
expression softened to one of gentle affection, and Amri felt a
playful pat on his rear as he turned to go. He knew he would be back
here again....
Chapter 10.
"My Lord, a message is coming in from a crewman on the planet,"
the communications officer announced to Lord Shardin as he monitored
the bridge.
"Put him on," Shardin growled, looking slightly worried.
"Captain, this is Lieutenant Stoltz. We have a problem. One of
our female crewmembers has just been kidnapped."
Shardin emitted a curse that sounded more like a snarl. "Damn
it! The very thing I was afraid would happen! How did this happen,
mister, and which woman is missing?"
"Sir, it's Merina who was kidnapped. She and Nichols were
walking through the park just about dusk, and someone knocked him on
the head from behind. He says he woke up just a few minutes later,
according to his watch, but that Merina was gone. He reported it
immediately, and we've already begun establishing a perimeter, to keep
anyone from getting her out of the area."
"Good work, Stoltz. I'm sending a full security squad down
immediately, and we'll also do some heavy leaning on the planetary
government--such as it is. Carry on, Lieutenant."
Shardin leaned back in his chair for a moment, his eyes flashing
with anger. He thought about Merina, one of the most attractive women
on the ship, with her honey-blond hair falling around her shoulders in
ringlets, her warm brown eyes, and her lean, shapely body. He
silently vowed to get her safely back, or his ship would circle this
miserable planet forever. He would not leave her here. After this
moment of solemn contemplation, he sprang into action.
"Lieutenant, get me Admiral Diergov at Fleet Headquarters. And
get Lords Hamoori and Selhim from our sister-ships on-line too, so
they can find out what's happened." Shardin stood, and paced with
tail twitching as he waited for the Admiral. Finally, the connection
came through.
"Admiral Diergov here. What is the problem, Lord Shardin?"
Shardin filled the Admiral (and the two other captains of his
Wing) in on the abducted crew-woman, and
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