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The Daddy-Dom is about security, not age. Though the names are changed, this is a hopeful, heartfelt outpouring of what I hope will happen when Daddy finally gets here. It’s a rarity that I write about something that is less than out-there-fantasy and I love this story. I hope you do too.



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The pain from bite on her throat zipped down her spinal cord like an electric jolt and vibrated over her clit. Arousal clenched all the wee muscles in her core as fluid gushed. She lowered herself even further on his huge cock, stretching her ass wider. The sting of the bite drowned the fiery burn of little used muscles being pushed past their limits. Her head dropped back as she fought to maintain control of her body and let herself adjust to his girth.



It was the third time in eight hours he’d been inside her.



The first time…



Jessica opened the door to see him standing there, filling the entire doorway. Seven years had passed since their last encounter. Matching grins creased their faces a split second before she’d launched herself at him. She kissed him until she could feel his entire ten and a half inch cock pressed against her belly, hard as a rock. They’d barely gotten the door closed and locked before she was tearing at his clothes.



Steve decided to remind her who was in charge. He tossed her up against the wall and slid one hand down her body, his other holding her lightly by her throat. Her fingers stilled then dropped to her hips to help him push the capris and panties down. His hand dipped between her legs and slid through the slickness of her to find her heated core. He groaned into her mouth as he found her soaked and ready.



Her clothes slid to her ankles and she stepped out of them as he dragged her to the couch and pushed her face first over the back of it. Steve pulled himself free of his jeans, kicked her ankles apart and eased his way into her. Jessica writhed as her body, tight and closed after years of nothing but slim dildos, spread open with difficulty to accept a cock that was almost as fat as a pop can.



Finally he was buried inside of her. Both of them shuddered as he stopped and stood there a moment. She knew then, with absolute certainty that he was her One, that there’d never truly been anyone else. He knew it too; this was where he belonged, with this girl wrapping him up in her love.



He grinned and slapped her ass, enjoying the ripples as her flesh moved under the impact and a red imprint of his hand formed. “Hello, my lover, I’m Home.”



Jessica could hear the capital H in his voice and she grinned as she folded her arms to support her head on the seat of the fluffy, slightly overstuffed couch. “Hi Daddy.” She tightened her muscles around his cock and was rewarded with a moan.



“Naughty girl.” He slapped her again and pulled back, almost all the way out. Then he slid back in, grinding his teeth to keep from driving into her with this second stroke. He was almost buried in her again when she whimpered and wriggled, teasing every inch of him with that slick heat gripping him so tightly. He was buried once more and inching back out, his fingers digging into her hips so hard his nail beds were white, when she made the I’m-going-to-cum noise and her pussy flooded with hot juices.



“Oh no, not yet. You don’t cum until I say so.” He pulled out then slammed in hard.



Jessica whimpered at his words. “Yes Daddy.” He bottomed out when he slide home and she yelped. The sharp pain dissolved the moment he moved again. He started fucking her with short strokes, using half his cock, in order to rub the crown against her g-spot over and over. She writhed, the fingers of one hand going to her clit.



Steve drove home then stopped moving and bent over her. He wrapped one hand around her throat and pulled her head up. As he savaged her mouth with a searing kiss he braced himself with the other hand and moved his hips again. Small but strong strokes pounded her. He swallowed her cries of pleasure for a moment then decided he wanted to hear them.



He stood, gripped her hip with one hand and the opposite shoulder with the other and fucked her hard. When he could feel his balls start to tighten up he ground his teeth to hold on to his control and spoke through them. “Cum Jessica, cum all over my cock. Now!”



At his words, Jessica released the iron grip she’d had on her orgasm and growled. Her pussy gripped him tight as she pinched her clit and revelled in all that was her Daddy. The first orgasm crashed through her, ripping down walls and blowing up her defences. She sobbed as the second one washed through in a healing wave.



The third took Steve by surprise. Her body bucked back against him and he lost control and roared as his orgasm was torn from him. It pulsed through his cock, splashing her insides with wave after wave of cum. Their fluids slthered down her legs as they both dropped forward over the back of the couch. When Steve realized he was crushing his girl he stood up and slid out of her. Their pleasure gushed from her, splashing her inner thighs and dripping on the floor.



Jessica giggled. “Hi Daddy.”



“Hello Jess-i-ca.” Steve drawled out her name in the way that made her grin. “Don’t suppose you have lunch ready?” He helped her stand, catching her when her legs wobbled.



“Almost, just have to cook the chicken.” She made a little face as the cum began to dry. “May I clean up first, please?”



Steve considered the matter; he liked his pleasure dripping from her. He also wanted her naked but hot oil splatter on breasts didn’t work anymore than trails of cum on the floor. “You may, little honey, but you had better only put a t-shirt on.”



“Yes Daddy.” She hurried off as fast as the wobbly legs could take her and disappeared into the bathroom.



Steve sat on the couch, his cock limp against his jeans. He wriggled out of them and decided to wash up as soon as she was done. He looked around her apartment, nodding at the pale yellow walls, smiling at the pictures of her family all over the place. He got up to look at the oil paintings then studied the huge library of movies. When he heard the bathroom door open he turned just in time to see a flash of pale flesh.



Jessica put on a soft cotton sleep shirt, one that just barely covered her ass, then hurried into the kitchen. She pulled the marinating chicken out and heated the oil in the pan. While she was cooking she lost herself in the feelings of her pussy twitching as it tried to come to terms with the size of her Daddy’s cock. Even this long after, she was still feeling the stretch.



Steve came back out to find her standing over the stove, feet apart, slightly wider than her shoulders, metal tongs in one hand as she turned the chicken breasts. He admired the long length of her legs. His girl was tall, at almost 5’9″ but she was still small to him. He loved the bit of weight life, children and age had put on her. He liked the small lines around her eyes, the laugh lines at her mouth. He adored the strands of silver in her hair. She was his and to him she was perfect in all her complications and curves.



Jessica studied the big man while they ate. He’d started shaving his head a few years before their reunion and she liked it. She’d never known him with a lot of hair anyway. He was sitting there shirtless and she wanted nothing more than to rub her face on his furry chest. Her big bear of a Daddy towered over her at 6’7″ and she loved it. She felt small and safe. He was sixteen years older than her and that’s one reason he was Daddy. The other was that he’d always taken care of her. It was as simple as that. She didn’t need to regress to be his little girl, it was just fact and as natural as breathing. To her, he was perfect.



“Do you want to take a nap when we’re done, Daddy?”



“Yes, I think so. That last drive was a long one.” He took a drink of the ice water and studied his empty plate. “This was very good, honey. Thank you for cooking for me.” He’d watched her set the table, placing each piece just so on the place mats she’d purchased in Niagara Falls. He’d been astounded when she had put his drink and plate on a tray, stripped her shirt and picked up the tray.



His little girl had knelt beside him and set the tray on the floor to her right. She’d spread her thighs and straightened her back then picked up his drink. She’d pressed the glass lightly to her core, shivering at the chill, then slid it up her body to her heart where she’d paused, closed her eyes and said something under her breath. He had watched as she lifted the glass to her mouth and kissed the rim before lifting it to him, one hand under the base as the other held it steady.



“Your drink Daddy,” she’d said, “may it refresh you and slake the thirst acquired on your journey.” She’d held it there until he took it. Then she had picked up his plate and lifted it over her head too. “Your lunch. Your girl hopes it eases your hunger and that it pleases your tongue as much as it pleased me to cook it for you.”



Again she’d held the object until he took it from her. Then she had stayed there on her knees until he told her to get up. Only then did she put her shirt back on and sit down to eat her lunch.



Afterwards, she cleared the table and started the dishes. He watched her for a long moment, thinking, then his eyes strayed down her legs and back up again, lingering at the frayed hem of the tee as it brushed against her with every movement.



Unbelievably, he felt his cock harden again.



The second time…



Jessica squeaked as she was snatched from behind. Arms locked around her waist and a hard cock pressed into her back. His huge hands cupped her heavy breasts as she watched. She was amazed how her double-Ds turned into itty bitty titties in his hands. Then he pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger and she forgot to think anymore. Her head dropped back against his chest and she twisted it slightly, offering her mouth for his kisses as she blindly reached out to turn the water off.



She was gratified when he took her mouth hard. His tongue plundered her mouth and she sucked on it. He groaned and the sound filled her with a smug, heady arousal; she knew that only she made him this hot, that it’d always been her, just as he’d always been the only one for her. The Goddess knew she’d tried to forget him, he was out of her reach, but something would always bring him to mind within days of her managing to put him in a closet in her mind. It would always take weeks to get him back into that closet again, sometimes months.



Jessica turned in his arms and slid her hands over his chest. One hand curled around the back of his neck while the other slipped down his belly until she could wrap her fingers around his cock. He was hard, ready for her, and by the rasp of his breathing, he wanted to be in her just as much as she wanted him in her.



Both hands went behind her and she hopped up onto the counter, breaking the kiss. She stared at him with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, revelling in the look of love and lust on his face, and wrapped her legs around his waist. She locked her ankles and pulled him close. He wrapped one big hand around his erection and guided it into her. Then he drove in deep so hard she slammed into the cupboards with first her shoulders then her head.



Steve reached up and cradled her head in one hand as he bent to nibble her ear. She tightened her legs around his waist and rocked her hips towards him. Jessica gloried in the groan of need she got from him then gasped in the next breath as he pulled out and slammed into her again.



Once again she turned her mouth up, offering it to him. As she kissed him and he kissed her she had a fleeting thought about the strange duet they had going on. They were fucking each other hard with their bodies but they made love with their mouths. All the years they’d loved each other were poured into that kiss. They stole each other’s breath and gave it back over and over. They melted into each other, one heart, one mind, one soul.



As his hips moved like pistons, fucking her as hard as he could, the cupboard doors banged and punctuated each stroke. Jessica was sure that she was going to end up with bruises across her shoulder blades but she simply didn’t give a damn. She fucked him back as hard as she was able. Her nails dragged up his back as her first orgasm hit, marking him as hers. She screamed into his mouth and he laughed in delight, tearing his mouth from her so he could watch her face.



Jessica forced her eyes open so she could watch him as his pleasure peaked. He dropped his hands to her hips and thrust harder as his balls tightened again and the orgasm was torn from some place deep inside him. Her head hit the cupboard again as he slammed into her one last time. She didn’t care. She watched him cum, each pulse of his orgasm triggering another one of hers and wringing cries from her throat.



He rested his forehead on the cupboard door, so close she could feel his breath on her neck. She stroked his sweaty body with her fingertips.



“This moment, right now, right here, this is what all the mistakes I’ve made, everything we’ve been through as led to. This is where I belong.”



Steve lifted his head and searched her face for the truth of her words. When he found it he smiled and stepped back, pulling from her reluctantly and dragging a gasp from both of them.



“Well, little girl, I’m home now. The past is done and gone.” He held his hand out to her and led her to the bedroom. Which in turn led to…



The third time…



The bite on her throat zipped down her spinal cord like an electric jolt and vibrated over her clit. Arousal clenched all the wee muscles in her core as fluid gushed. She lowered herself even further on his huge cock, stretching her ass wider. The sting of the bite drowned the fiery burn of little used muscles being pushed past their limits. Her head dropped back as she fought to maintain control of her body and let herself adjust to his girth.



Steve left a mark on her throat to match the ones on her breasts. He groaned. “Baby, I don’t know how much more I can take. You’re too tight.”



Jessica was barely able to speak. They’d gotten to this point after hours of petting that moved into light bondage that graduated into spanking that became experimenting with her canes. She was deep in subspace and barely coherent. She was open, pliant and willing to do anything to please him. She forced the words from her mind to her lips as she lowered herself further. “Please Daddy…just a little more.”



Steve surprised himself with the growl that formed deep in his chest. He had a primal urge to force her down over his cock. His fingers dug into her, one hand in her hair, tightening until she gasped in pain. The other hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave bruises. “Come on baby.” This was new to him too, no woman had ever been …he didn’t know… brave enough before. She was so tight around him he felt like she was milking him.



Jessica was all about the sensations. The tearing pain as he pulled her hair allowed her to drop another inch and it just fuelled her arousal. His fingers in her hip were a mark of possession to the mind so far gone with her need to serve and be pleasing. It too fuelled her arousal. The growl almost made her cum. The headspace she was in was animal, primitive. She opened her eyes and stared at him as she relaxed her thighs and dropped down on him until she was settled deep in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass.



Both of them shuddered in reaction. He released her hair and put his hand on her chest, pushing her back until she was braced on her arms. He ran his hand down the middle of her body until he brushed his thumb over her clit. She gasped and jerked then decided she liked that feeling and moved her hips. Steve reached for the little pocket rocket and turned it on.



With one hand splayed over her pelvis, guiding her even as he let her set the rhythm, he held her in place. With the other one he pressed the vibrator to her, just above her clit. Her instant response gratified him. Her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her rhythm faltered. He groaned as her ass tightened on his cock, nearly losing control. He needed one more thing from her.



“Cum for me little girl.” He pressed the vibe directly to her clit and rolled it back and forth a little. She reacted immediately. A long wordless wail burst from her as he forced an orgasm from her. Fluids gushed over his pelvis as she rode his cock, her ass tightening around him over and over. He ground his teeth together and tried to get one more from her before he let go.



It almost worked. Steve rolled the vibe over her clit one more time and as she bucked, screaming, his orgasm was ripped from him. With each throb, she came again. His lap was soaked by the time he dragged his hand away from her. He caught her just before she tumbled backwards. Cradling her against his chest he rolled them onto his back, gratified when she moved her legs, leaving his cock buried in her until it softened.



Jessica stirred just enough to say, “Welcome home Daddy.”

Joe was just asked to leave work early on Saturday, cutting hours. He didn’t want to, he needed the money. His father had just left three years ago when he was fifteen. He had been working to help his mother pay the bills. She had been a stay at home mom, so finding a job for her wasn’t easy.



Joe’s mother, Patty, was still a lovely woman. She was tall had long brown hair, she had a body the his school mates would make little comments about.



Joe got to the house about two hours before normal. He headed down the hall to his room, he had to pass his mother’s room. Her door was sitting open. He stepped in to say hi, but what he saw made him panic.



She was kneeling on the bed, completely nude, there was a noose around her neck. He sprinted to the bed, through his arm around his mother, and yanked down on the rope. The rope pulled right down.



She fell back onto the bed, and started crying, Joe didn’t know what to think. He grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped her up. He sat down on the bed and hugged her close letting her finish crying.



He still didn’t know what was going on, but the rope pulled down too easily for it to be suicide. He didn’t rush her, he let her cry herself out.



After the tears were done, he asked what was going on. She admitted that she could only orgasm when she couldn’t breathe. She had the rig with the rope set up so that if she started to pass out it would release, but it still had its dangers. She almost started crying again. “I don’t do it often, but I needed the release.”



Joe felt really bad about interrupting, but he didn’t know what to say. “Do you want me to help…” She interrupted him before he could finish his offer to set the rig back up.



“Honey, no I couldn’t ask you to help me!” She didn’t want to admit it, but having Joe actually help her did excite her.



“That’s not what I meant, I was talking about setting the rig back up.” During the time they were setting there the blanket had fallen to expose one of her breasts. They were fantastic. They were at least C, or maybe even a D. He wasn’t sure if she even realized she was exposed, and now that the danger was over, catching a forbidden view of his mother’s fantastic tit was turning him on. “But I guess if you wanted…”



She sat up and looked at him, the blanket falling into her lap. It would be less dangerous for someone to hold her mouth instead of the rope. At least that is what she told herself when she said, “Ok, but you need to do exactly what I say. I will lean up against you, you hold my mouth and nose shut. When I touch your arm you need to let go, understand?”



” Yeah, I got it.” He sat up leaning back on the headboard. Patty stood up and the blanket fell away. Joe thought her body was amazing. Her breasts were damn near perfect in his mind. She had a beautiful curve down to her wide rounded hips, that framed out a trimmed out dark bush. “Mom! you are absolutely beautiful.”



“Stop it.” She picked up a towel she had laying on the bed, and placed it where she would sit on.



“Whats that for?”



“I don’t want to soak the bed silly.” She sat down on the bed between his legs, and leaned back against his chest. Joe wished that he had taken his shirt off so that he could feel her bare skin against her chest. She reached over to grab a Hitachi wand. It blew Joe’s mind that she was using something that plugged in.



She flipped the switch on and began to rub it against her clit. Joe layed his hand over her mouth and pinched her nose closed. Instantly Patty tried to pull away, it was the first time in years she had someone’s hand cut off her air. She relaxed back against her son’s chest and continued to rub the vibrating wand against her. He put his free hand around her waist and held her. His thumb rested on the bottom of her breast. It only took a minute her body started to shake.



Joe nearly let go of his mother’s mouth but remembered that she would signal him. He heard her make almost a squeaking noise from her throat. The sound from the vibrator changed there was a wet splashing noise that kept time with the vibration noise. The smell of her sex in the room became very strong. She touched his elbow and he let go.



She was breathing hard, “Damn, give me a minute.” Joe thought that things were done but she didnt turn off the vibrator. She was moaning lightly as she caught her breath. Once her breathing came back to almost normal, she said, “again, baby.”



Joe moved his hand back over her mouth and nose again. Just as he got his hand in place he heard her click the Hitachi onto the high setting. He jumped slightly, he had no idea that it would run harder than it already was. He hand around her waist rose up slightly onto the softer flesh of her breast.



He pulled his hand back down, not wanting to go to far. His Mother grabbed his hand and brought it back up over her breast, so that her nipple pressed against the palm. She squeezed his hand a little, he understood what she meant and he started kneading her breast.



She moved her hand to the other breast and began to rub that one and play with her nipple. Her back arched out and wet sound with the vibrator got stronger. Her body was shaking violently against him, but she hadn’t touched his arm yet.



She started shaking her head back and forth, but he held on. She clicked the wand off and touched his arm. “Oh, fuck, oh god, oh fuck…” she muttered through the heavy breathing. She had not done anything to remove her son’s hand from her breast so he let it stay right where it was. They laid there for a few minutes. Joe decided to get brave and he dropped his hand that was holding her mouth down to her thigh. She didn’t say anything while he was rubbing her thigh. He slid his and up quickly to touch her pussy.



His finger slid inside her slit and he moved it up and across her clit. She grabbed his hand and pulled it away. “No baby I am too sensitive.” He didn’t fight her, but he did lick his finger before he could stop her, he wanted to taste what was making that wonderful smell.



He could tell that she was surprised by what he did, but she made no move to stop him. “Oh, honey, I got you all excited didn’t I? I know, I can feel you on me.” She slid off the bed, for the first time Joe could see the towel she had been sitting on. It was soaked with her juices.



“I feel really bad, maybe I should help.” It surprised him to hear that. She took the towel and threw it over to the side. She crawled back into the bed, and started to rub his cock through his pants. Joe leaned his head back and enjoyed the feeling of his mother’s hand through his jeans.



She popped the button and pulled the zipper down. “Lift up baby.” Joe complied, and she pulled his pants and boxers down together. His cock sprang out the waist band, it stood about 8 inches and thick. She put her hand around it and started slowly moving it up and down his dick.



He just enjoyed the feeling of the handjob from his mom. She would on occasion stop jacking him off and just run her fingers up and down the shaft gently. He felt the towel that she had moved out of her way. Thinking that she was intent on his cock, he grabbed the towel up and began to sniff the fluid on it.



As he got braver he reached his tongue out to taste it. The flavor of his mother’s orgasm was mixed in with the cotton on the towel. He looked down at Patty and she looked up, their eyes lock with a corner of the towel in his mouth. Her hand dropped away from his cock. “Why are you so obsessed with that taste?”



She took the towel from him and looked at the wet spot, She slid her fingers around in the dampness. “I guess I can understand it.” She leaned over and sniffed the spot herself. She laid the towel over his face so that his senses were inundated with the smell. “I think there is something I want to taste.” He felt her hand back on his shaft then felt her tongue on his tip.



He tensed his body slightly, and he pushed his head into her mouth. “Like that, huh?” and before he had time to respond she buried his cock to the hilt in her mouth. He inhaled deeply taking in all of her sent. She pulled her mouth back so that her lips were barely on his head. Again she pushed his cock back into her mouth so that her nose was back in her pubic hair.



This was the first time his cock had been in anyone’s mouth and it didn’t take long before he got to the point he felt like he was going to explode. “Mom, I’m cumming.” She slid her mouth out so that her lips held him just below his head. She gripped his shaft and started jacking him off.



The amount that her son came in her mouth surprised her, she tried to swallow it, and the cum slipped out between her lips and shaft. She slid her mouth back down his shaft licking the cum off his cock. Laid down beside him, and laid her head on his shoulder, and kissed his cheek. She started rubbing her hand across his chest.



She reached down and touched the head of his cock. He jumped the sensation was like electricity. “that’s what I felt when you touched my clit. You have to give it more time than you did.”



“Sorry.”



“Its fine, but I think its been enough time, if you want to try again, maybe use something other than your finger.” She touched her finger to his lips.



She rolled to her back. Joe rolled on top of her and kissed a nipple. He kissed down her stomach until he reached her pubic hair. He flicked his tongue out and buried it between her lips. She arched back and pressed her pussy against her face. He sucked her clit between his lips.



He slipped a finger inside her. “Oh, honey.” He could taste the juices flowing from her. She ran his fingers through his hair and held him to her pussy. He slid his fingers in and out, “Ummmm, that feels good. Don’t stop.”



He kept licking and fingering her pussy. She tasted positively amazing. He remembered his mother saying that she couldn’t come without being choked, and he wanted to make her cum again. He took his tongue of his mom’s clit and moved his mouth back to her breasts. His hips ended up between her legs. “What are you…” He cut her off with his hand over her mouth and nose.



He wrapped his thumb around to rub her clit. She began to buck underneath him. He felt a warm spray on the palm of his hand. She suddenly fell back to the bed. Joe took his hand from her mouth. She started breathing hard. Once she caught her breath again she said, “Oh, son, that was…” He cut her off again holding her mouth and nose again.



She reached down and wrapped her hand around his stiffening cock. Her pussy sprayed on his hand again, and he let go of her mouth. “Oh god, I want it. oh god I need it. Fuck me, fuck your mother.” Without stopping to think, he positioned himself between her legs, she guided his head to her opening.



He pushed his cock for the first time into a pussy, his mother’s pussy. The warmth and dampness seemed to welcome the invasion from her son. He moved his hips back and thrust back in. He fell into a rhythm and she met every thrust with one herself. He clamped his hand back over her mouth and nose. He felt the cum spray on his stomach.



His mother reached up and grabbed his arm. “Not yet.” He thought the increased danger would help her cum again. He started thrusting harder, faster. she met his every thrust. It worked, she sprayed cum over him again. He moved his hand away.



She relaxed her body, and through the struggled breath, “that might be the best orgasm I ever had.” He continued to fuck her pussy for all he was worth, but she was no longer pushing back. “I want to take care of you now baby. Roll over on your back.”



He complied with her demands and she straddled him. “I am going to completely blow your mind. She started rubbing her hand on her pussy then taking all the juices she found there and rubbed them all over his cock. She positioned his head on her asshole. She impaled herself on her son’s cock. She sat all the way down on his hips. Her asshole was hotter than her pussy and a lot tighter. She slowly started moving her hips back and forth. He tried to meet her thrusts with his own.



He felt her clamp her ass around him, and continue to thrust around his cock. “Oh, mom.” There was no way he could hold himself back. He exploded in his mother’s ass. She lifted herself off him.



She took the towel off the bed and cleaned him off. She laid her head back on his shoulder. “I cant believe we just did that, but I don’t think I am going to regret it.” They both drifted off to sleep in just that position.



During their nap the front door opened, Emily, Joe’s twin sister, stepped through the door. Before they fell asleep neither of them had gotten up to close the door to the room.

Michael gave Aurora a hug and a kiss goodbye after the girls had claimed their own. “Are you sure I can’t come with you guys?” she asked, torn between leaving Michael and living her dream of captaining a vessel and seeing foreign places.



“Your destiny is leading a ship,” Michael told her, then leaned in and hugged her, whispering in her ear, “I’ll come for you when it’s time.”



Michael, Kat, Aki, and Rin walked down the gangplank and into the bustling Alaskan port of Anchorage. The girls, fully enhanced, scanned for threats as he led the way to the taxi stand that would lead them to the train station. They had taken to the role of being Michael’s protectors over the months they’d spent on the ship, though he hadn’t needed the security yet as no one knew who he was. Nevertheless, they represented his entourage and took care of his immediate needs while he watched the bigger picture.



So far, the only time they’d had trouble was when people tried to kidnap the twins. Aki and Rin were now heiresses to the richest family-owned corporation in the world. Their father had put into production 19 of the 20 different devices Michael had licensed, the last of which required construction of a large, specialized factory using unstable material and was being completed out at sea.



He had come to Michael with worries about his daughters’ safety and begged him to accept multiple security details to watch them. Michael had taken one of his bodyguard’s guns and fired it at Rin. Takeshi had gaped when she’d absently brushed the itch where the bullet impacted, but was otherwise unharmed. He’d stopped worrying about their safety after that, but still visited often in ports when he could get away from work.



They boarded the train Michael had booked and walked into the cabin he’d reserved. The train was heading west and letting them off at a new, private stop that had just been constructed. As Michael sat on the comfy bench, he turned off the annoying lights and streamed an alternative radio station through the announcement speakers with his mind, syncing with Pandora almost instantly.



Aki and Rin dropped between his legs and began the process of releasing his cock from its constraints. Kat sat next to him on the seat and began giving him a soothing massage. The girls had taken to ‘relaxing’ him whenever they had a spare moment. Michael grinned at their actions. The sex never got old, even as often as he had it. He’d catch a glimpse of their bare backsides while walking, or Kat would push her tits up against him while waiting in a line, and he’d want to throw them down and impale them on the spot.



Taking Kat’s face in his hand, he started a slow, sensual mating of their lips. He felt two young, eager mouths start blanketing his prick with delightful sensations that could keep him on edge for as long as they wanted. He groaned into Kat’s mouth as they pulled back just before his release.



Growling, he reached down and grabbed Aki’s hair, stood up, and dragged her to the side of the cabin where he plastered her against the glass window. He pulled her shirt up, exposing her breasts to anyone on the opposite side of the tracks who might be looking, and plowed his cock into her, vibrating with need. Aki panted, fogging the glass, relishing Michael’s hard, fast thrusts as much as her exposed position. She’d known if she teased him enough he’d take charge and fuck her silly. Kat was probably going to punish her later, too, and she let go at the thought.



As she came, Michael lifted her by her nipples and twisted viciously, earning a scream that was equal parts passion and pain. He threw her down on the couch opposite of where Kat was sitting and plugged Rin’s mouth with his cock, pinching her nose. She choked, trying to get air, and felt her sister’s juices slink down her throat.



Grabbing her hair, he pulled her off his cock and wrenched her head down into Kat’s lap. He aimed his cock at her gushing pink lips and drove it into her cunt in one go. Rin squealed in surprise and Kat moaned as she kept her face buried in her pussy. When he felt his cum rise, he plunged deep and squeezed her ass cheeks together firmly. His explosion almost knocked him off his feet, white goo gushing out of Rin as he withdrew.



Michael pulled Aki to her knees behind her whimpering sister and she dived into Rin’s soppy cunt to clean her out. He sat down next to Kat, sated. She dipped her head down to clean him off before going back to playing with Rin. Kat had locked her legs around the young girls face, blocking off her air supply if she didn’t like the treatment she was receiving.



When the train was nearing their stop, Kat pulled out two vibrating plugs and handed them to the twins. They looked at them with some trepidation, knowing Michael and Kat would likely turn them on high at the most inopportune moments and tease them relentlessly. After they’d departed the train, the girls saw a sign for “Lost Oasis” resort.



Looking around, they saw a heated sitting area, bathrooms, an assortment of chairs and couches, and a doorway that framed a white-haired gentleman in an old-fashioned train conductor’s outfit, complete with wheel hat, whistle, and a gold pocket watch. “Right this way ladies and gents,” he spoke in British accent, “mind your footing as we go below.”



Michael and the girls followed the other passengers that had gotten off through the doorway and down a set of stairs. He was surprised at the number of people that were joining them. ‘Business must be good,’ he mused. They were met with another doorway and entered into what looked like a luxurious subway car. They took a secluded seat on a bench in the back and the car began moving. The girls glanced to Michael curiously and he explained, “Underground bullet train. We’ll travel the 50 miles north in about 10min.”



“What’s 50 miles north?” Kat asked.



“The middle of nowhere,” Michael grinned. “I thought you girls might finally like to visit my lab.”



Rin glanced around at the other passengers and furrowed her brow. There were people from every walk of life here: A haggard-looking lady wearing a threadbare sweatshirt with no luggage, a bored looking teenager with a backpack listening to music, a severe-looking woman with glasses that had the air of a scientist or researcher about her with a briefcase. She even saw a group of four men with black duffels that looked to be some kind of security team or spec ops group.



Ten minutes later, the passengers filed out and were greeted by an enclosed area that looked like a spacious hotel lobby. A few men and women that wore black uniforms and rank insignia on their shoulders stepped forward and began organizing the passengers into groups and sending them off to their assigned orientation. Michael led the group past the bustle and down a hallway. After a few minutes of walking, they began seeing identical doors on either side of them that looked like they belonged in a hotel or apartment. He turned a corner and the girls were stunned by what they saw.



A colossal open-’air’ park filled their vision. There were trees and gardens with places to sit around the sides. As you neared the center, grass turned to sand and they saw people sitting and enjoying the beach setting. In the center was a body of water that had to be close to 100m in diameter. Looking around its edges, they saw different areas sectioned off for things like a waterfall, waterslides, a wave pool, a shallow area, etc. Aki got giddy as she saw children playing with turtles, then moaned as Kat turned on the vibrator. Rin looked up and saw that the ‘sky’ didn’t look right for Alaska and realized it must be an artificial ceiling.



The group moved towards the sandy area and the girls were startled by the almost comical appearance of the President of the United States in swimming trunks, with his wife and daughter lounging next to him, and two ‘agents’ standing nearby also in swimwear, though they wore their patent shades and earpieces. As they approached them, they felt the air turning warmer, with a tropical breeze blowing at their backs, and they realized you simply couldn’t wear a suit here without sweating buckets.



“Michael!” he exclaimed glancing over, “Finally decided to visit your little slice of heaven I see.”



Michael smiled and replied jokingly, “I was just waiting for a worthy enough guest to visit before I made my entrance.”



The man scoffed and said, “It’s quite the impressive facility you have here, but I can’t help wondering what it’s for…”



“Just in case,” Michael told him shrugging. “If what my AI tells me is coming really is on the way, it still might not be enough.”



President Whitmore nodded, then said pragmatically, “Well, we’ve certainly benefitted from the research done here and we’re not footing the bill so I’m not about to complain.”



“What about this international collaboration you’re trying to get support for?” he continued, “You want me to grease the wheels with the other members of the P5, plus Japan and Germany… I can tell you right now they’d be up for it since it would give them more authority, but it isn’t like we can just abolish the UN.”



“I don’t want to abolish it,” Michael responded, waving a hand, “I want to create a ruling council that can get stuff done and act decisively if the shit hits the fan. Right now the UN can’t even agree on what to eat for lunch, let alone make policy decisions that would affect the entire planet. You don’t need to go public with it now, I just want all the pieces in place if something does happen.”



“And when does your AI predict this ‘something’ will occur?” The president asked warily.



Michael shrugged again, “Could be tomorrow; could be until after your second term as president.”



“Second term?” he asked taken aback, though Michael could tell he liked the sound of it. It really shouldn’t have been that surprising. With the improvements Michael was making, his term would see the country through an economic and political recovery on a scale never before experienced in its history. “Anything else you need from me?”



Michael nodded and said, “Get with the Russians. Start arming more of your ballistic missiles with warheads. I’ll make sure the IAEA doesn’t get wind of it.”



His eyes narrowed, not liking that they might need nuclear weapons to overcome whatever was predicted almost as much as the idea that the Russians would potentially become more dangerous. He sighed realizing that they already had enough to ruin the planet; a few thousand more wouldn’t make a difference. The president shrugged, “Well, it’s always easier to increase our military capabilities then get rid of them, at least when budget constraints aren’t involved.”



“Trust me… Now is not the time to get serious about disarmament. You might also want to increase recruitment in the National Guard. Having more trained militias won’t hurt if things go south,” Michael added, knowing he was asking for a lot with very little to show for it.



The president was still concerned, but as long as money didn’t become an issue he could do as the young man said. It wasn’t as if he was risking anything by making the US ‘more’ capable of handling threats. He’d have been instantly suspicious if he’d been told to lessen their defenses, but everything Michael had shown him had convinced him to prepare for the worst and hope for the best.



Finally smiling now that business was out of the way, he turned to his daughter and stage whispered to Michael, “Stacey seems to have gotten it in her head that she’s staying here and nothing I’ve said has convinced her otherwise.” Turning to Michael he continued, “She says that the AIs and experts here have taught her more in one week than she’s ever learned at that private academy I sent her to.” He shook his head in defeat, “Normally I’d put my foot down, but I happen to know this place is easily the most secure area on the planet; It’s an underground fortress! We’ve even tried to penetrate it with ground sensors designed to look for seismic activity and haven’t found a blip. With what you’re worried might happen, I think she’ll be safer with you.”



Michael had his doubts about how ‘safe’ Stacey would be as his girls were ogling her like a piece of meat. Nevertheless, Michael nodded and said, “I can get papers for her that say she attended any of the Ivy League schools should she want a career later on.” The president brightened at that and flashed his little girl a smile. “I’ll leave you and your family to enjoy the rest of your stay.” As they were walking away, Michael turned and said absently, “And you can stop trying to send NSA people here undercover to investigate…”



The man laughed and said, “You’d know something was up if I didn’t at least try.” Michael inclined his head in acknowledgment.



He led the girls back into the hallway and to a lift. They went down five floors and the doors whooshed open into what looked like an enormous hangar bay, corrugated metal made up the floors, walls, and ceiling. Looking down from a platform, they could see more than a thousand people training in marching around the center, hand-to-hand combat on mats behind them, and various weapons, fired down a long range. There were a dozen or so grizzled drill instructors bellowing orders and their voices echoed and melded together in the enclosed space.



Off to the side, they noticed mechanized suits of armor being piloted by a number of recruits while men and women in lab coats ran tests on them. “Ah, the prototype suits are finished,” Michael explained. “These ones will be able to fly and contain their own oxygen and climate control for harsh environments.”



The girls gaped at the setup. “Where did they all come from?” Aki asked hesitantly.



Michael shrugged and said, “Most of the people you’ll find here weren’t happy in their old lives. We recruit heavily from those that want a new start and don’t mind living in an enclosed space with very little outside contact. We try to make them as comfortable as possible, of course, as you saw with the spacious apartments, the beach area- one of three, each with a different theme. There are also restaurants, markets, nightclubs, virtual reality centers, and so on, even a small amusement park that changes its rides every week. But essentially, once you’re here, you’re stuck here.”



“Those scientists and engineers that couldn’t get funding for their ideas or pissed off somebody important and were stuck in dead-end jobs were contacted and told about a place they could move their family to and receive all the backing they needed to make their dreams a reality,” Michael continued. “Ordinary people that were living unfulfilled lives were given the opportunity to choose something different, whether they were teens lacking inspiration, orphans and homeless with no prospects, or those veterans and injured that still wanted to be part of something. Pan even popped up on one kid’s computer while he was typing a suicide note and convinced him to give this life a shot.”



Rin pointed to a couple of vehicles that were rising off the ground using some sort of jet propulsion. “What are those?”



“To keep those who wanted security, infantry, or pilot positions sharp, we’ve been sending them around the world on missions,” Michael explained. “Most are extraction missions to pick up applicants in the event that they can’t get here, say if they were in North Korea for instance. However, we also send teams out to deal with situations that governments can’t or won’t deal with, terrorist groups, pirates, military dictatorships that kill their people, etc. We were the ones who killed Mugabe and al-Bashir.”



Aki looked astounded, Rin looked impressed, and Kat just looked indifferent, as if she expected no less and accepted it all. Walking back into the lift, Michael pressed a handprint on a screen to the right of the buttons and synced with Pandora and they started moving. The doors opened and they filed into a sitting room with couches on each side and a coffee maker on the counter in the corner of the room. Directly facing them was a 10ft sliding door made with reinforced steel that had bonded with Pandora’s new isotopes to make it 3x stronger than lonsdaleite, the hardest known material on Earth, said to be 58% harder than diamond.



Pandora opened the doors as they approached (being the only who one that could). Walking in, the girls were treated to the sight of a richly furnished office with a mahogany desk and high-backed chair as the centerpiece, and various desks, side tables, and chairs sprinkled around the room. Going through one of the two doors that faced them on opposite sides of the desk, the metal sliding door shut noiselessly behind them.



The girls froze in awe at the large Roman-styled bath framed by the marble floor. The walls were decorated by mosaics of nude beautiful but deadly women from mythology: sirens, harpies, gorgons, etc. The ceiling portrayed an open sky that matched the time of day. As big as most swimming pools, steam was rising from the surface attesting to its warmth. The girls shared a look behind his back as Michael started explaining, “Welcome to our humble abode. The bath is just one of the rooms in our-”



The girls ran up behind him and pushed him in. As he broke the surface sputtering and laughing, the girls quickly stripped their clothes and jumped in after him. Moaning appreciatively at the warm temperature, they quickly combined forces to get Michael out of his soaked, clingy outfit.



Having three wet, naked goddesses squeezing together to attend to him was not at all disagreeable to Michael. He opened himself up to their attentions and, after awhile, decided to try out one of his new developments. Syncing with Pandora he unlocked the girls’ pleasure centers and stimulated them with the nanites coursing through their bodies. He must have used a bit too much juice because instead of just making them hornier they exploded into one long, unending orgasm that had them twitching and convulsing, their mouths open in silent screams of lust. Stopping the intense feeling, he used the nanites to bring them down slowly, going from full on pressure and exposure to feather-light teases and nips. He was glad he’d tried this in the water or they might have dented a few things, themselves included.



Deciding to reserve such treatment for special occasions, he slowly waded them to the side of the bath and let them stretch out. As Kat came around she shuddered at the memory and gave him a hungry look. Suddenly, Aki twitched and croaked, “Oooh. Can’t- *huff* Warn us next time, please…”



Rin was giving him a look that matched Kat’s and murmured to the other girls that Michael seemed to be the only one that hadn’t been satisfied yet. The girls got a mischievous glint in their eyes and began crawling towards him on all fours. As Michael leaned his head back and gave in, he wondered how long this could last.



It was four months before they came… * * * * * Michael awoke suddenly as he felt Pandora contact him in his head, ‘They’re here, master.’



He was laying on his back in his bed, its custom-made frame easily twice the width and length of an ordinary king-size. His head was resting between Aki’s legs, his cheek against a silky soft tuft of fur; Kat’s tits were pressed into his chest, draped over him as she was; Rin had entwined her two legs around his left leg, one arm draped over his waist, and she seemed to be nuzzling his soft member in her sleep.



He closed his eyes and uttered a quick prayer to whoever might be listening then moved out of the bed quickly. Kat woke up, but the twins just moaned and hugged each other, their breathing quickly returning to normal. At her questioning look, Pandora repeated what she’d told Michael and Kat shot out of the bed, reaching for her clothes.



As the couple was walking briskly through the corridors, Pandora sounded alarms throughout every hallway on each of the facility’s fifty levels. She informed them of what she’d spotted. At the edge of their solar system, just inside the Kuiper Belt, a number of large ships had appeared. NASA and various space agencies around the world thought it was simply a large asteroid or group of asteroids that had been blocked from view because of the Belt, though they couldn’t account for the brief flashes of light that derived from them.

Pandora gave a derisive snort, ‘They wouldn’t have even been able to spot them if not for the alien ships braking.’



‘When will they get here?’ Michael asked.



‘Roughly 36 hours at their current speed of deceleration,’ came the reply.



‘Hostile?’ he asked, dreading the answer.



‘They’re warships, master. Though they have large bulbous-shaped vessels in the center of their formation I can only guess are carriers.’



He sighed, knowing that probably meant an invasion force. Michael hoped the world leaders could make contact with them, but doubted they were getting out of this without at least a show of force. The couple approached the situation room, usually where they identified threats around the world and conducted missions.



Standing outside was a gray-bearded man in black gleaming combat armor with a silver snake wrapped around a dagger emblazoned on his shoulder. Marcus Weber had been a Green Beret before he became disillusioned with the US government after some politician had ignored intelligence reports and pulled strings to send his team in to secure a refinery that he’d had vested interests in. The master sergeant was the only survivor when they’d walked into an ambush and he’d lost the use of both his legs and was left for dead. Although he pulled through, he had a lot of bitter feelings to deal with over the years.



After Michael had contacted him roughly two years ago and he underwent several treatments to regain the use of his legs. He finally became fully functional when the nanites had been developed and he’d sworn himself to Michael ever since. Marcus now led the troops and trained them relentlessly, determined not to squander his second chance.



Michael nodded to him and said briskly, “You have 28 hours to complete the pickup. At 32 hours we go to lockdown and nothing comes in or out.” Marcus returned the nod and strode off, already talking into his mike. He knew there were over 800 relatives and loved ones from all over the world on that list and this would be cutting it close. Flying shuttles would leave from the hangar below through a series of tunnels, coming out from the side of a nearby mountain.



The couple strode into the situation room. Three of the seven world leaders Pandora had contacted were on the large holographic display in the center of the room. Michael sat in a leather high-backed chair that had been welded to the floor. Kat sat on his lap and they held each other in worried silence. “My mother?” she asked in a soft voice. Michael nodded his head reassuringly.



When all seven leaders were on the screen Kat got off his lap and walked to one of the work stations around the room, most of which had occupants furiously typing away and monitoring the situation. Michael leaned forward and Pandora brought up the video she’d managed to obtain using her telescopes, far advanced from what the rest of the planet had available. Michael explained their timeframe and that they needed to get their people in place, silently so as not to cause a panic or give away their intentions to the invaders.



“Maybe they’re not actually going to attack,” the French president announced. “Perhaps they only wish to trade.”



The Russian and Chinese leaders scoffed and President Whitmore explained, “That’s why we’ll try to open negotiations first, but if all else fails we won’t have time to deliberate a course of action.” There was some more exchange, but it quickly became apparent that they wouldn’t know anything new until the aliens arrived. * * * * * They came not with threats and demands, nor with greetings and messages. They didn’t respond to any of Earth’s broadcasts.



As they encircled the planet, Michael thought back to the theories he’d read about the unlikely chance that extraterrestrials would think in similar patterns as humans; the idea that they could be so completely different that people would never be able to understand their motivations. Watching their ships, Michael thought to himself, ‘Or maybe they ‘are’ like us and they simply see our forces as being so pitiful they won’t even bother to open communications.’



“Any luck on penetrating their systems?” he asked.



“No, master,” Pandora responded. “They don’t appear to have much, if any, security, but it’ll take time for me to decipher the language.”



From out of the carriers came thousands of huge gray rectangular dropships and one enormous spherical ship. They all descended on the planet and every country began mobilizing their air forces. All eyes on the planet watched as the spherical ship hovered over the White House where the president was broadcasting his message of peace and welcoming the aliens. An invisible beam shot out from the bottom of the sphere, the air shimmering where it touched. A second later there was an explosion and dust and debris flew in all directions.



Stacey, who’d been manning one of the stations, cried out in surprise and grief. Michael glanced at a tech he’d assigned to the task and the man gave a thumbs-up saying, “They made it! Signal’s still coming in strong…” Stacey glanced up in shock and Michael explained that her father had been broadcasting from the bunker under the White House. Michael noticed the rubble and knew someone would have to dig him out, but at least he’d made it.



Every country with the capabilities began launching nuclear missiles towards the ships in space just as the aliens began knocking out all the satellites surrounding the planet. Michael ordered Pandora to take control of the missiles and lead them in and to also provide her own sensor information to each country. Michael made a gesture and said, “Launch Operation Terra.” He knew that as soon as the signal reached them, missile platforms would be appearing from the dark side of the moon to begin launching his own missiles at the aliens.



Meanwhile, close to 50,000 AI-controlled craft, dubbed “Furies,” would be launching around the world and joining various countries’ scrambled fighters to hit the dropships, many of which had already landed and were unloading troops. Each Fury was a 28ft long drone that was powered by Pandora’s prototype nuclear engine. They had two thrusters for maneuverability, two miniature ion cannons that fired balls of light-blue plasma that exploded on contact, and a reinforced shell made of ionized metal.



Michael didn’t know if it was arrogance or ignorance that caused the aliens to underestimate their nuclear capabilities. Surely they received radio broadcasts detailing what these missiles would do on the way here. Whether they simply ignored that intelligence or confused them with fantastical science-fiction broadcasts, it proved to be a critical mistake.



The spherical shape had been moving towards New York when it was hit by no less than three cruise missiles capped with 200 kiloton warheads fired by an Ohio-class submarine off the Atlantic Coast. There wasn’t any fizzle against the shields like in that “Independence Day” movie. The first missile hit the shields and the entire craft was jarred sideways, falling out of the sky due to the EMP. The second hit and blew junks out of its hull, shredding it to pieces. The third missile was overkill. It hit and pulverized the remaining segments, melting them together, and leaving unidentifiable chunks to hit the ground.



In space, by the time the invaders finally realized they could be damaged by these things, nearly a fourth of their numbers had been destroyed. These were ballistic missiles carrying many times the yield of the cruise missiles. The alien ships tried to hit them with their rays before they could reach them but there were thousands of them and they had to watch the ones coming from the moon as well. Additionally, Pandora was guiding them so they behaved erratically, calculating the most efficient trajectories without being predictable. As they watched, a rocket-propelled hydrogen bomb struck a carrier and they saw its huge metal frame disintegrate before their eyes. Michael realized that the metal in their hulls had to be much weaker than what Pandora was using.



On the ground, desperate fighting was taking place. The tall bipedal creatures armored in some kind of grayish material ran out of the dropships in the hundreds toting blaster pistols that shot invisible rays which shredded body armor. Soldiers and civilians fought side by side to repel the invaders. Tanks and aircraft tried to hit the dropships before they reached the ground, but they were proving to be much more maneuverable than anything they’d seen before, though they couldn’t operate as fast as Pandora’s craft in the atmosphere. They also had weapons of their own and were laying waste to anything that got near them. The Furies were proving to be a match however, and were using their superior numbers to gang up on the attackers and pour fire into them. * * * * * Aurora and her bridge crew had watched the broadcasts with solemn expressions once their disbelief had worn off. They looked up to see a shadow of one of those gray dropships descending on their vessel and knew their time was up. She felt herself start to tear up and bowed her head, ‘Sorry, Michael. I guess I couldn’t join you after all.’



The startled gasps of her crew drew her head up sharply and she saw two black craft rising out of the water on either side of the ship. They both opened fire on the approaching dropship, one moving in front of the Oases of the Seas as a shield and one rocketing towards the alien vessel in an attempt to ram it. Whereas the dropship’s invisible rays barely caused the AI-controlled craft to slow, though it did melt through a considerable amount of its metal plating, the balls of plasma riddled the alien craft with holes. As the balls burst on impact, the substance they left behind continued to melt through the metal. By the time the black craft finally collided, the burned-out hulk of the dropship was smashed to pieces. * * * * * Michael sighed in relief, having watched the action take place. He’d assigned two of the Furies to remain under the ship, invisible to sonar, and guard Aurora at all times.



The ships surrounding the planet were shooting down most of the missiles aimed at them, but as fewer and fewer of them survived the onslaught there was less firepower for them to bring to bear. It quickly became apparent they would soon be overwhelmed. As if realizing this, each of the alien ships turned and began retreating out of the system.



However, as they were leaving, each ship released a bulging projectile back towards the planet. These bombs were slow and ungainly and Michael understood why they hadn’t used them in defense. The missiles rocketing towards fleeing ships began retargeting towards the incoming projectiles and enormous explosions began lighting up the screen. Only two managed to make it into the upper atmosphere where Furies were waiting to take them out.



The retreating ships ran for roughly ten minutes before, in a wave projecting outwards as the signal reached them, they slowed to a stop and remained in position, floating in space. “Got them, master. I still don’t fully understand their language, but I’ve managed to understand how the computers control their systems,” Pandora informed him.



“Disable everything but life support systems and park them on the moon,” Michael ordered. “See if you can do the same for the remaining dropships and let the governments know that they are under our control.” Focusing back on the land battle he saw that it was mostly over but that isolated enemy forces were still holding out in places with lots of vegetation or infrastructure. He tapped his mike, “Marcus, send the teams out that have the mech armor to help clean up.” ‘Pan, start broadcasting to cities near where those nukes went off that the cancer centers we set up to use nanobots will accept cases of radiation sickness.’



Looking at the feeds from around the world, Michael saw people coming out of the woodwork, realizing that the danger was over and that they had survived. Not just survived, but overcome an enemy they didn’t even know they had; one with access to superior technology that had been prepared to kill them or enslave them or worse.



They began cheering their victory. There was a feeling of unity between the races. People from different countries and social classes had banded together to shout their defiance at those wanting to take their freedom and their right to live. There was one voice that shouted to the stars that here lies the human race. If the aliens wanted a fight, the people of Earth would give ‘em one.



Michael felt his spirit rise and his pride for humanity grow. They would bounce back from this and they would be stronger for it. Then his spirit plummeted and he felt a sharp pain in his chest as he saw the estimated casualty numbers scroll across his screen. ‘Dear God… Over six hundred thousand lost and counting.’ He grew pale and his vision swam. He felt bile rise in his throat. So many lost… His responsibility…



Kat saw him and reached out to deliver a hard slap that knocked his head back, though he barely registered it. “Don’t you DARE blame yourself for those deaths,” she shouted. “You did all this,” she gestured around the room, “on a hunch! And it wasn’t even your hunch. Because of you the human race is still alive to grieve for the fallen, but you need to stop that shit until after we get them back.” Her eyes blazed and Michael saw an intensity in them she’d never displayed before, even when she was acting as a mistress, “We WILL get vengeance for this. YOU will lead the strike on wherever these fuckers came from and we will pay them back a hundredfold. Don’t even think about wallowing in guilt now!”



The room was silent as everyone looked at the two. There had been considerable confusion about Kat over the previous months and how much authority she wielded. It wasn’t unusual to see her walking around naked except for Michael’s jacket draped around her and most just thought she was just a pretty face. Now, they realized she was the strength behind their leader and a new respect formed for the red-haired beauty.



Michael looked at Kat, his lifeline and anchor. The fiery goddess had reached down into the depths of his depression to shake loose the despair that had taken hold of him and give him back his purpose. His eyes cleared and he pulled her in for a kiss, trying to display the intensity of his love through his touch. As they pulled away they stared into each other’s eyes and shared something neither could explain. Kat saw he was back and sat at his feet, wrapping an arm around a leg, and leaning her head against him. He reached out a hand and entwined some of her hair in his fingers.



With renewed resolve, he took a deep breath and punched a code into the display on his armrest. The walls began to rumble and the holodisplay shifted to show a spinning 3D representation of a long, sleek black ship with silver bulk letters down the side that read, INTREPID. The walls of the situation room- now the bridge, turned white as the cameras displayed the Alaskan landscape, huge clouds of rising dirt, snow, and ice attesting to where they’d come out of the ground. The 5 mile long dreadnought hummed as it turned towards the sea.



“Pan, start moving the alien vessels from the moon to those air force bases belonging to nations on the Council. Have four Furies surround each one and let people know they still contain live crews. I’m sure they’ll want to study the technology. Save a couple from each class of ship for us to take apart,” Michael commanded. “Have the construction bots start their work on the moon.”



“Of course, master,” Pandora enthused, seeming to take great joy in flying the ship.



They heard the patter of running feet just as two troopers that had taken up station outside the bridge were bowled over when they’d tried to stop the approaching twins. “It’s a spaceship!” cried Aki, full of wonderment and joy.



Michael grinned at her enthusiasm as he opened a communication to the White House bunker, “it’s showtime, Mr. President.” The man gaped at his screen, not believing what he was seeing, and nodded absently.



The world’s nations would find themselves in a time of great transition as they mobilized for war. They would have to give up much of their independence and tradition in the hopes that they would be fairly represented in the new Council of Terra. Pandora, using the navigational charts from the alien vessels, had calculated that it would take the invaders three months to travel to their star system from the time they realized something was wrong. By then, Terra would need to be able to respond to the threat. * * * * * The Oases of the Seas was moving back to its base in Alaska, currently off the Russian Coast, when they spotted it. Aurora’s eyes widened as she saw the gleaming ship approach, many times the size of the Oases. Leaving the bridge and going out on deck, she gripped the railing as she studied its graceful, yet imposing bulk.



The floating city was completely smooth, but she saw indentations that looked like they could be gun ports. While longer in length than in width, it was not rectangular nor did it look like a blimp. Instead, it had elegant arcs that curved inward and gave (as she’d later learn) the 120 massive ion cannons the largest possible range of fire without hampering themselves or the four railgun turrets. All the weapons were inside the ionized metal hull which was coursing with nanites, able to reform damaged parts so long as energy could be transferred to them remotely.



Her bridge crew watched on in stunned silence as the Intrepid loomed over the cruise ship and a relatively small shuttle shot out the side and floated down to where she was leaning on the railing. As it got level with her it moved to within a few feet, hovering over the edge of the Oases. A hatch opened and Michael appeared holding a hand out to her, “Your ship awaits, Captain.” Her heart thundered as she reached out and grasped his hand. * * * * * The shuttle landed in the hangar and Michael, along with his girls and two troopers exited down the ramp. The five were met by their parents who’d been in the first wave of pickups. He was surprised to notice Jennifer holding Takeshi’s arm and suspected they had found comfort in each other’s presence while watching the action. He was glad, whatever came of it. Both had pretty lousy luck in the dating scene since they had lost their significant other. After hugs all around, they began moving. Michael ordered Pandora to set a course for Washington D.C.



The party took the lift up to the park and caught up. Michael could tell his parents were amazed at some of the revelations, but they didn’t seem to be shocked into disbelief either. Takeshi spoke up, “So Michael, the Japanese government wants me to serve a seat on this new council that’s being formed. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”



Michael grinned. “You’re a good choice with the little empire you’re already running.” He sobered, “Each of the 13 seats will be initially led by a leading world nation and they’ll be responsible for other countries and areas around the world. Get your section in order quickly and if you need to reinforce policy, Pandora’s AI-controlled craft will be at your disposal.”



Takeshi nodded solemnly. “Are you going to be on one of these seats?” he asked cautiously.



Michael shook his head. “I’ll leave the politics and the running of the world up to the Council. I’ll be separate to your military and will act as an outside observer that will only intervene in extreme situations.”



After saying goodbye to their parents, the five took a lift to their shared rooms, Aurora gawking all the way. Upon entering the office, Michael said, “As captain you can meet with people here or in the conference room set up across from the bridge.”

“Target destroyed,” the first pilot radioed. “Mission accomplished.”



“For the good of humanity,” the second pilot declared with fanatical fervor that was echoed in the first zealot as he joined in. “To preserve the sanctity of our race. Death to all aliens and those who support them!”



Suddenly, the controls for both fighters locked and each craft began rising out of the atmosphere. Pandora popped the seals and shut off the oxygen flow. The two pilots panicked, unable to breathe. Although they were currently suffocating, they needn’t have worried about dying from a lack of air. Their blood started bubbling into gas as they experienced severe decompression. Still, that wouldn’t be what finally killed them.



As their fighters reached the upper atmosphere, the intense speed they were moving at -far greater than what pre-fusion engines were capable of- led to friction against the compressed air molecules, heating the metal all along the outside of their fighters. Without seals, they were slowly cooked inside their cockpits. Just as their hearts finally stopped beating, they hit the Aegis shield and were obliterated.



* * * * *



Michael sputtered and coughed as he crawled out of the tank naked, tubes falling away. Rin stood nearby holding a robe open for him, his girls crowded behind her wearing worried expressions. He ignored them, stumbling across the room to the tank that held Kat. The draining process had just begun. As the liquid dropped below her neck, the breathing tube detached and her head lulled to the side. Her eyes began blinking open as she came awake.



Then she was gasping for air and coughing up liquid. She shuddered before her eyes focused on Michael and then she was moving towards him jerkily. She fell against him and they both dropped to their knees, embracing each other. Rin neared and draped the robe over Michael’s shoulders and said, “It will take a short while for your muscle memory to match what you remember.”



Michael nodded as Aki stepped forth with a robe for Kat. He had a million questions, but knew there was a protocol in place. While Pandora wouldn’t have brought him back unless his body and consciousness matched his old self and he’d passed her first line of tests, he knew if there ‘was’ a problem found Pandora would simply kill him and try again.



Michael and Kat sat on a nearby couch and began answering a predetermined set of questions while Pandora monitored their brain activity. He was surprised to see that mattresses and linens had been brought in. It looked like his girls had set up camp while they waited for them to revive. The couple of couches that were present even surrounded a holoprojector currently turned to a news broadcast. As he sat and held Kat in his arms, he zoned out as the tests continued. After awhile, the news anchor’s distressed voice trickled into his awareness.



“It’s been two days since the Advent Brotherhood claimed responsibility for a massive explosion over the Pacific Ocean they say killed Michael Dragomir, leader of the AI nation. Although this hasn’t been verified, the artificial intelligence known as Pandora has, by all accounts, gone on a crusade against the anti-alien terrorist organization,” she reported.



The anchorwoman was unable to keep her voice from trembling as she said, “Just moments after the extremists started to broadcast their report, it was cut off abruptly and thousands of Fury attack-craft that had been on scheduled patrols suddenly veered off in different directions and began searching patterns covering areas all over the globe.”



“Since then, fifty-six locations around the world have been bombed,” she informed them in a quaking voice. “Three of them have been confirmed by the Council’s intelligence agency to be related to suspected terrorist activities. At this time, they are of the opinion that the bombings are targeted towards the Advent Brotherhood and like-minded radical groups. Though,” she paused before admitting, “there is never any evidence left at the sites after the machines are done to make an actual scientific analysis.”



“It seems obvious that members of the Advent Brotherhood have gone to ground, but the consensus is that Pandora is still finding them with shocking consistency. Over one hundred locations have been raided by the new model cybernetic assault units that were unveiled by Mr. Dragomir at the military summit last month.” Her voice caught and her shoulders shook as she continued, “There have been confirmed sightings that these robot soldiers and hover tanks which were scheduled to be used in the assault on the alien planets are now being employed to hunt for anti-alien terrorist cells.”



“Hundreds of people have been reported killed or… ‘taken’ in the raids. Of these, sixteen high ranking officials -the Secretary of the TDF included- were abducted -some while they were speaking out against the attacks in a public forum. It is unknown at this time if they had any connection with the Advent Brotherhood.” She looked away a moment while she collected herself and her viewers could see the weariness that clung to her.



Finally, she looked into the camera and, in a tone of voice that made it clear she realized what she was about to say would give little relief, told them, “It is advised that you stay indoors and under no circumstances try to engage the AI-controlled forces. You should-” she stopped, and when she began again, they could tell that she was speaking off the teleprompter.



In a bitter and resigned voice she declared, “There is nowhere you can hide if they come for you. Their metal shielding is too thick to penetrate with conventional weapons and it is believed that it can regenerate. Those that have tried plasma weapons and heavy artillery all report that anything with a computer core is disarmed before they can be brought to bear.”



Her face displayed unchecked fear as she said, “With absolute control over our technology, we are powerless to stop Pandora and the cybernetic raids she has unleashed. If the man who created her really is dead, then there is no one left that can sto-” The feed was cut off abruptly and the screen began displaying another report.



The corner of Michael’s mouth curved into a sardonic grin at the news station’s attempt to stop the anchorwoman’s blunt honesty and maintain a false image of confidence and assurance. Their specialty was promoting fear, but when ‘they’ were afraid it wasn’t desirable to be the nail that stood out -especially with Furies flying around looking for new targets.



Kat sighed and leaned against him as they both checked out and the other girls all relaxed their shoulders in relief. Aurora stepped forward and, returning to the matter of business and trying not to admit to herself that she’d had even a shred of doubt about what the results would be, said, “We haven’t made a statement yet. The crew and the aliens are confused, but they’re not panicking… yet. The Advent Brotherhood as well as two related cells are in the process of being eliminated.”



Rin told him, “They were watching your parents’ house. When you first showed up they gambled that you would then head back to the Intrepid and filed mundane-looking flight plans along the most direct route.” She paused and then added in a quiet voice, “There was a strike on the house at the same time you were hit.”



“They’re alright,” she hastily assured him as Michael’s eyes hardened. “They’re here on the Intrepid. It wasn’t pretty though. Tanya- she… dismembered the team that came for them with her bare hands. After she had tortu- interrogated the leader to find out what was going on, she led your parents out and into the woods and called for a pickup. Pandora was already reacting by that time and was able to redirect the fighters that had been sent to bomb the place in case the team they sent failed.” Michael nodded absently, having already known what Tanya was capable of. He also knew better than to ask ‘where’ Pandora redirected the fighters.



Pandora could remain silent no longer and burst out with, “I’m sorry, master. They managed to fool their sensors and were able to get in close even though their navigational data said they hadn’t altered course. One of the three pilots made minute course corrections until he was almost on top of you and then manually released the missile at the last second. I wasn’t able to recognize their attempt for what it was in time.” She paused. “If it’s any conciliation, the pilot who released the missile perished in the blast because of how close the maneuver required him to get. The other two died… painfully.” Kat smiled at that.



Michael waved a hand. “S’alright, Pan. We all got complacent.” He clenched a fist. “It won’t happen again,” he promised in a low voice.



“Do you want to release a statement?” Stacey asked, checking things off on her tablet.



Michael shrugged. “Not publicly,” he replied. “We can just say later if we’re asked that we didn’t think it was necessary to respond to the rants of crazy fanatics. I’ll send a message to the Council personally inviting them to the Christmas party so they know and can then confirm to the media that I’m not dead.”



Stacey bit her lip and nodded in thought. “It’s certainly in your character not to care about normal social niceties like keeping people informed,” she admitted. Rin choked out a laugh at that. “People will be a little shaken up about the raids, but they’ll just see it as another demonstration of what happens when someone goes against you.”



“Where’s Sun Mi?” Kat asked.



“We thought it best to wait until she has the nanites before bringing her in on all this,” Stacey answered.



Michael nodded. “I want to make sure there isn’t a sudden grab for power in my absence so it might be wise to give them to her father as well.” Looking up, he asked her, “You already gave them to your parents, right?” Stacey nodded in response.



Pandora piped up with, “Sun Mi actually has the nanites -Mara, too. I just haven’t activated them in their systems yet.” She somehow managed to sound guilty and smug at the same time. The girls all shared inquisitive looks while Michael just chuckled at her foresight. “Well…” she explained. “I figured it was only a matter of time before master brought them in. This way, if they die, I’ll at least have their physiologies recorded and a constant stream of their memories uploaded. When we grow them each a body I’ll thus have something to input them with.”



The girls grinned at the revelation. No one asked ‘how’ Pandora had managed it. She could be quite sneaky when she wanted. They collected any belongings of importance the girls had brought down and stepped outside the hatch. The area beyond was sealed off from the rest of the ship and contained one lift that rose directly to their suite -which was why it was such a surprise to find a gloomy-looking Tanya resting against one bulkhead, her arms wrapped around her folded legs. Michael looked at her and realized she seemed… ‘ashamed.’



He quickly knelt down and hugged her to him. “Ah, come on, honey… Is this about the raid?” he asked softly in her ear, tears beginning to form in his eyes.



She looked up at him with tears of her own and sniffled. “I lost control… I did what Mara always told me not to and abused my power. I- I… tortured people.” She buried her face into his shoulder and cried. “Oh god, you didn’t see the looks on your parents’ faces. I’m a monster.”



Kat stepped close and told her in a firm voice, “You’re both right and wrong. You didn’t lose control. You did exactly what you were trained to do. You took apart the opposition and then used whatever resources you had to gain an advantage. Once you had the knowledge that more were coming, you acted instantly -brilliantly. From what Pan has showed me, you were calm, capable, and calculative. I couldn’t have done it better myself.”



She paused, and then said, “By the standards ‘normal’ people use, this also makes you a monster.” She crouched down and brushed the girl’s blonde tresses. “But believe me, it’s better to be a monster than a victim. ‘Normal’ people would have frozen; they would have stopped to consider their actions; they would have huddled in a corner at the insanity of the situation and let themselves be killed.” She stared into Tanya’s eyes. “We knew when we found you in that alleyway that you weren’t normal. Michael promised that you would never feel vulnerable again. Now you know what the price of that decision costs.”



Tanya sniffed, though tears no longer fell. She remembered how she’d felt in the face of her uncle’s wrath and her fists clenched in hatred. Regret began to bleed away from her. She didn’t know it, but the pang of loss she felt was a good portion of her childlike innocence dying as she accepted her actions. Still, she clung to her guilt and spat, “You didn’t see the bodies.”



Michael gently turned her head to face him. “They were ‘my’ parents. Do you actually believe anything you could have done would be worse than what ‘I’ would do?” Tanya thought about that and shook her head. She knew Michael wouldn’t have bothered interrogating them -he’d of simply made their deaths as painful as possible.



Stacey said, “Pan found out that the weapons they were using were some kind of plasma cutters that would have penetrated your enhanced skin if they made contact. It’s not like they weren’t actually able to harm you. You saved their lives, munchkin. You did good…”



Finally, Tanya lost her frown and hugged both Michael and Kat. When she leaned back, she shot Michael a wicked grin he swore she learned from Kat and said, “You’re going to go have sex with Kat now, aren’t you?”



He threw his head back and laughed as the others all smiled at the young girl’s statement. Michael brushed her hair and chuckled, “No one’s going to ever accuse you of being sheltered, that’s for sure. Yes, honey. I am.”



Kat snaked her arms around his waist and stage-whispered, “I seem to be a virgin again and I’ll need him to fix that little problem -in every way possible.” The girls grinned at the show they would soon be getting.



Tanya sighed. “Fine, I’ll go play with Sarah.” They all laughed and Michael ruffled her hair.



“I’m proud of you, my bloodthirsty little angel,” he teased. “And not just for saving my parents…” He sighed. “All the predictions say we’ll be at war, or at least on high alert due to new alien races, through your generation and beyond. I’m relieved that you’ve shown you can survive in this dangerous new era we find ourselves in.” He hugged her to him. “I’ve never treated you like a kid and I won’t lie to you. You ‘will’ kill again. I just hope you can find it in yourself to accept that we no longer live in a civilized world anymore and you won’t try to bury yourself in guilt.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I can’t stand to see you suffering.”



She beamed up at him, her worries seeming to melt away at his acceptance. “I’ll try.”



They all got in a lift and went up to the suite. As the doors opened, Michael got another surprise as Sun Mi was lounging in one of the chairs in the waiting area before the massive sliding doors that led into their rooms. She bolted to her feet and stuttered, “I, uh, asked Pandora to notify me when you could be made available. I didn’t expect to be waiting days, but I have some intelligence that…”



Michael gave her an airy wave as he turned to accept a hug and a quick “Love ya,” from Tanya as she made her rounds among each of them. After saying goodbye properly to him and the girls, she darted into the regular lift and pressed the button for one deck below, planning on grabbing her swimsuit before stealing Sarah from Kim’s room and taking her down to the waterslides.



Michael swept Kat up in his arms and walked through the opening hatchway, the rest of his girls trailing behind. Sun Mi stood there for a few moments, before shaking her head and sprinting after them as the doors began to slide shut. She gaped at the office, never having been there before, but what she saw when she entered the bath area left her speechless. When she was able to finally tear her eyes away from the sight of the enormous heated pool framed by mosaics, she froze as she saw Michael and Kat naked on an air mattress, the girls crowded around watching.



Feeling incredibly awkward -though if she was being honest with herself, the situation brought a twinge of remembered heat between her legs as she recalled her own recent ordeal- she turned to leave, only to find the hatch closed and the lock cycled. As Kat moaned audibly, Sun Mi felt silly being the only person removed from the group and slowly joined the ring of girls watching the action play out. Aki giggled at her when she took a seat and threw her arms around her, resting her head on her shoulder.



For Michael’s part, he was enjoying himself as he paid Kat’s pussy an appropriate amount of attention. It was a surreal experience for him. The taste, feel, and scent was all just as he remembered it, but in his mind he kept expecting something to be different now that he was in a whole new body. He pulled apart her folds with his thumbs and buried his tongue deep, drawing out her sweet nectar. She spasmed in response and threaded her fingers through his hair, wrapping her legs around his head.



It was difficult for him to breathe, but he didn’t mind. He knew that just meant he was doing his job properly -and they didn’t ‘really’ need air to begin with… Michael’s hands glided over her smooth skin, cupping her firm ass cheeks, then rounding her waist, and finally reaching up to her magnificent tits. When Kat finally stopped twitching in ecstasy, he raised himself up, grinding his body down atop hers, and lining himself up. His cock pulsed as he rubbed it up and down her slit, drawing another moan from Kat.



She rested her hands on the back of his neck and stared up at him with renewed love, knowing that not even death would separate them. At last, she wrapped her legs around him and accepted more of him as he slowly plunged into her. With every inch that he sank deeper, her pussy seemed to pulsate around his length, sucking him in and squeezing with incredible, heart-stopping force.



As her feelings began to build, drawing ever closer to her greatest orgasm yet, Michael threw her legs over his shoulders and began driving into her harder and faster, dipping his head to meet her lips. Michael snaked a hand down between her legs as he felt her start her release and began flicking her tiny nub, drawing out the explosion until her ears were ringing and she saw spots.



Seeing her in the throes of ecstasy put him over the edge and he snapped his eyes shut as he came so hard it left him breathless. The couple collapsed by each others’ side, arms still clinging to the other. He bowed his head and hugged her tight, willing himself to never forget this feeling. The girls around him sighed at the beauty of the two reunited lovers. Sun Mi herself didn’t know about their deaths or the somewhat risky revival procedure, but she still felt like something significant had happened.



Michael, eyes still closed and panting slightly, asked, “So what now?” Sun Mi was stunned at what took place next, never having participated in one of their planning or recap-sessions before. The girls began to move in a casual manner -some taking a bath, some fondling each other, some simply cuddling or laying down. All, however, participated in the conversation and provided input.



Rin said, as she and her sister began massaging Aurora, “Our number one priority should be to find out how they gained access to a fusion missile.”



“It was a fusion bomb with a remote detonator mounted onto a missile,” Pandora clarified. “It was incredibly primitive which is why I didn’t recognize it for what it was in time. Since the fighters themselves are powered by fusion reactors, just having a core onboard doesn’t actually set off any alarms.”

“It was obviously based on our technology, though less advanced if they needed to set it off manually,” Aki added, rubbing Aurora’s butt which was sticking up in the air. Every once and a while her hand would sneak down and tickle the admiral’s pussy lips that were peeking out from between her legs, causing Aurora to jump. The ‘stop and go’ teasing was slowly building a fire that would grow hotter and hotter until she finally attacked the smaller girl -which was, of course, exactly what she wanted.



“Which means there’s a spy,” Rin concluded, straddling Aurora’s back and working her shoulders. “Which is particularly disturbing since we don’t actually ‘use’ missiles as they’re too cost inefficient resource-wise if we’re to be self-sustaining. The closest things we have are those two minelayers. The mines they deploy are actually made to lock onto a target and go ballistic when they get in range. We have a limited number of those and they’re all accounted for.”



Sun Mi cleared her throat. “I, actually, might have an answer to tha- eek!” she squeaked as Dejah’s hands crept up behind her and cupped her tits.



“Go on, sweetheart,” Dejah growled huskily as she began unbuttoning the girl’s shirt.



Sun Mi coughed and in a shaky voice said, “Well, when I came to the same conclusion as Rin, I figured it was sort of my job to figure out how this happened. I looked back at every scientist and engineer that worked on any project that involved nuclear reactors being used as weapons.” At this point, she paused and shot Michael an appreciate glance at just how many projects he’d commissioned.



“I found one man that stood out in particular,” she continued. “He left the ship just as Dejah and the other aliens came aboard after the first invasion, citing that he didn’t want to be separated from his family. Only, he didn’t have any family… He- shit!” she exclaimed as Dejah’s hand dove into her pants and a claw began tracing the crease in her panties along her slit.



“This man went on- *pant* went on to, uhh- come on,” she whined and Dejah reluctantly withdrew her hand. With a raspy chuckle, the Felician went back to her tits and Sun Mi struggled to maintain her train of thought. “After working for you, brains like him get tons of prestigious job offers. He turned them all down to instead work at a small packaging plant owned by an obscure business chain that Pandora just recently identified as being a front for-”



Stacey, floating in the water, raised her head a fraction and said, “Let me guess, the Advent Brotherhood?”



“Yo- you guessed it- ahh,” Sun Mi tried to say. Finally fed up with Dejah’s ridiculous pestering, she whirled around and pulled the blue girl forward. Dejah let herself be maneuvered into a prone position and then laughed delightedly when Sun Mi began raining down blows on her ass. Incensed that her efforts were being laughed off, she tried to spank even harder. To her shock, Dejah began moaning and she froze as she realized what the sticky substance collecting on her hand was. “Now that just isn’t fair,” she grumbled sullenly.



She wasn’t prepared for Dejah’s tail to wrap around her neck and slam her onto her back. The Felician promptly mounted her captive and gave her a lusty growl, “You worked me up, now it’s time to finish what you started.” Before Sun Mi could protest, Dejah sat on her face and began grinding her hips back and forth, drenching the poor girl.



Kat wiggled her hips against Michael’s crotch, the scenes playing out before them making her horny again. He smacked her ass appreciatively and said, “Continue.”



Dejah slid backwards but pinched her captive’s nose shut. “Talk fast,” she murmured teasingly.



“There’s another guy. He worked on the same project with the one who went over to the Advent Brotherhood and if the reports are anything to go-” she was cut off as Dejah muffled her voice and deprived her of air. Dejah slid back again and when she didn’t hear any talking (only gasping for air), she reached back and twisted one of Sun Mi’s nipples. “Faster,” was all Sun Mi heard and she struggled to get out the rest. “He appears to have been much smarter than the previous guy and he was actually the lead on the minelayer project. He decided to leave a month ago to go back to teaching and took up a post as a professor. We don’t know where he is now.”



Sun Mi paused, waiting to be suffocated, but Dejah just waited. She suddenly realized she had the full attention of the rest of them as well. “What happened to him?” Michael asked in a dangerously low voice.



“Uhh, well from what I’ve found he’s been kidnapped,” Sun Mi explained. “Pandora is searching for him right now. He went missing just over two weeks ago. You’d expect his family to have reported him, but apparently they’re gone too. The university was the one who made the inquiry.”



Michael sat up and growled, “We have systems in place. Our people are supposed to be watched when they leave us.” The way he said ‘our people’ even though the man in question had clearly departed the Intrepid gave Sun Mi some insight into where Michael’s loyalties lie. She shivered briefly at the thought of what was going to happen to the person or group who had harmed ‘his’ people.



“Pan, have the Furies scan for his biometrics,” Rin said. “The traitor as well.” Sun Mi was astounded to see everyone getting up and heading for a door that led further into the suite. It appeared as if they were getting ready to leave, even Dejah -who hadn’t gotten to cum yet. She shook her head in amazement. Once they had found out one of their own was in trouble, everything was dropped until they got him back.



Aurora kissed Michael and announced, “I’ll coordinate things from the bridge, good luck.” Pandora got a hit on the location of the man tied to the Advent Brotherhood before they’d even left the suite. Sun Mi, unsure of what to do, allowed herself to be tugged along by Aki as they traversed the corridors. She was surprised when they entered the hangar to see two shuttles and four fighters prepped and waiting.



Marcus, decked out in full combat armor was waving them towards Michael’s personal carrier. Before Sun Mi had really registered that this was happening ‘now,’ they were already on approach to Earth. Aki and Rin opened up a side compartment that held extra suits of armor and began outfitting Sun Mi. She tried to ask, “What about y-” but was cut off as Aki slammed the helmet down over her head with a giggle.



Barely 15min. later, Michael, his girls, Marcus, and two dozen armored troopers were descending the atmosphere above a little known region in Venezuela alongside another shuttle and their escort. Reaper came on the comm and told them, “We’ll be reaching the site momentarily. I’m pulling back the fighters and we’ll provide covering fire. If you find heavy artillery in your path, just laze it and we’ll take care of it.”



“You let him fly?” Kat asked, surprised.



Michael shrugged. “He has the passive nanites in his system just like Marcus, so it’s not that much of a risk to have him in a cockpit. Besides, after ‘we’ went out in a fighter during the second engagement, I didn’t really have much of an excuse regarding his rank.”



She sighed. “Ever wonder if it would just be easier to have nanites in all our personnel -just not activated?”



He nodded. “We don’t have the cloning capacity to make it effective, but it was definitely a consideration when we were thinking about how to tackle our limited manpower when we leave the solar system. As an added bonus, Pan would also have the ability to disable or heal them accordingly.”



“I just don’t know if I’m ready for that.” He sighed. “Morality issues aside, people would start joining up just for a chance to increase their life span instead of the reasons we’re looking for. Even if they wouldn’t be enhanced, I still have too many reservations at this time. Hopefully, we can use our automated forces wisely enough and cut down on the number of casualties.” Kat wrapped an arm around him and gave him a squeeze, silently lending her support whatever his decision.



Marcus approached the couple and said, “Sensors read two warehouses. One is a holding facility in a small clearing between the forest and a mountain, the other looks like some kind of underground factory.”



Michael nodded at that. “At this time of day, the professor will probably be forced to work in the factory while his family is held in the other warehouse.”



“We’ve got two shuttles,” Marcus pointed out. “We could split up. Which one do you want to take?”



Shaking his head, Michael replied, “We’ll both hit the holding facility.”



Stacey, who’d been hovering nearby, nodded in agreement, saying, “They’re the hostages, the professor is the asset. They won’t kill him so long as he’s useful.”



Sun Mi, who had finally managed to collect herself, sputtered, “Wha- hang on a second. What if they have another fusion bomb?”



“Now that I know what to look for, they won’t be able to detonate it,” Pandora assured her.



The group they were attacking must have been alerted by all the Furies patrolling overhead because as soon as the shuttles were in range they opened fire on them. Dotted all along the forest and mountainside, plasma gun emplacements identical to those used by the TDF were uncovered and began unloading.



“Hold on to something!” Eliza shouted from the front as Zoe began juking the craft around to avoid the oncoming green bolts. The fighters locked onto their targets and shot a flurry of light-blue ion pulses. Their shuttle braked at the last second and did a 180, hovering slightly above the ground. The ramp dropped from the back, facing the holding facility. Eliza used the rear cannons to make them a ‘doorway.’



Sun Mi was startled when panels along the side of the shuttle’s interior slid open and ten human-shaped robots spilled out and sprinted down the ramp. Her breath caught at the sight of the cybernetic assault units. Gaining information on them had been one of her primary missions when she’d been working for Council Intelligence. They all trooped down the boarding ramp as the ‘Shredders’ (dubbed so by the infantry for how they tore through enemy lines) dove through the improvised opening, eager to soften up their foes.



Rin grinned at Sun Mi’s stunned expression and told her, “If you think those are impressive, just wait until you see the ‘Thrashers’ -the hover tanks.” Their shuttle took off again and began a circling pattern overhead. On the far side of the warehouse, the other Roc lifted off. Marcus began shouting orders and the platoon of armored troopers thundered forward in concert.



In contrast, Michael and his girls walked leisurely after them, stretching and rolling their shoulders and heads as they went. Sun Mi shook her head in wonderment and she saw him pull out an actual ‘sword.’ As the Shredders and troopers began clearing rooms, Pandora lit a path in their vision that led to an area that was, according to the blueprints, the most likely place to house a large number of people.



While they walked down a hallway, the building shook as explosions racked the foundation. Suddenly, at the other end people began pouring fire in their direction. Kat laughed devilishly and broke off running towards them, her Beretta firing nonstop. Michael grinned and took off after her. Stacey yelled, “Hey! Save some for us.”



A shocked Sun Mi gaped after them as she witnessed the girls around her seem to blink out one by one as they blurred forward using their enhanced speed. She stared, not believing what she was seeing, and desperately tried to keep up. Ahead, Michael blurred right then left, moving forward each time as a gunman tried to get a bead on him. As Michael passed by him, the sword came up, cleaving the man in two.



They soon reached an open area where cells lined the walls. People could be seen huddled together behind iron bars. The ‘traitor’ stood in front of what Michael assumed was the professor’s family, an AK-47 pointed at them between the bars. “Stay back!” he shouted in a crazed voice. “I swear I’ll-” Kat interrupted him by putting a bullet through his skull.



The rest of the girls filed in and stared at the number of families who were cowering in their cells, gazing at the newcomers with unmasked terror. “Quite the operation they had here,” Stacey observed. Marcus and his team arrived and he shouted for cutters to get the occupants free as shots of QuickHeal were distributed to those that looked to be suffering.



Marcus told Michael, “There’s still sporadic fire coming from the trees. We don’t dare take them into the open.”



“So…?” Dejah pressed, confused. Just then, they heard the sound of metal tearing and looked up to see two troopers putting in a skylight. A shuttle was waiting overhead. Quickly and efficiently, the families were floated up to the craft via its tractor beam and then it took off towards the Intrepid.



Marcus said, “Seventy yards to the base of the mountain and the opening that leads to the factory.” Michael nodded and the group started off again. The Shredders led the way down the tunnel they found into the bowels of the Earth. Sun Mi was thankful for the night vision that came with her helmet since the passageway was pitch dark.



Ahead of them, they could hear horrified screams as the machines tore into their victims. Dozens of native workers swarmed past them on their descent. The first illuminated area they reached housed a number of assembly lines on which all manner of things from plasma cutters to anti-alien manifestos were produced.



From the corridor beyond, they heard a reverberating *boom* followed by a series of deep *thumps* and the sound of metal tearing. Suddenly, the crumpled form of a Shredder was blasted back through the doorway, skidding across the floor. In the opening, a giant mechsuit -easily 16ft. tall- appeared, wielding what looked to be plasma cutting buzzsaws.



“Aww shit,” Kat muttered, actually impressed at what these fanatical nutcases had achieved so far.



Two dozen and change guns of varying design all opened fire. The only one that seemed to have any effect was Marcus’s cannon based off the B’Amuf ray design, but even then, the metal skin was so thick it would take awhile to penetrate. People dived out of the way as the monstrosity lurched forward and sliced where they’d stood with a spinning arm-saw.



Michael ran forward and hockey-checked the multi-ton metal beast, trying to tip the unwieldy suit on its back. The hit barely registered as it was only knocked back about a foot. He jumped backward as a deadly glowing arm whipped by. It took another step forward and swung again, but they could all tell that it was getting slower.



Pandora told them, ‘I’m powering it down. It’s not networked so I can’t control it, but I can drain the energy it’s using.’



As they watched, the plasma saws slowly began to flicker and blink out, the entire suit slumping forward. They ran past it and into the corridor beyond, two troopers remaining behind to cut the man out of the suit and take him into custody. The next five minutes consisted of running from room to room, shooting all those carrying weapons -usually before they had time to react. At last, the party reached a clean room that held occupied desks surrounding what Michael recognized as a duplicate of the containment block they used for the reactors aboard the Intrepid.



There were a number of people in lab coats staring at them in astonishment. One man stood abruptly and shouted in a hoarse voice, “No! What have you done? Leave and save our families!”



Sun Mi, recognizing the individual, said, “Relax, professor. Your families are safe aboard the Intrepid. If you’d just follow us-”



“Master!” Pandora shouted, the various speakers around the room and in the troopers’ helmets picking her up. “He’s causing an imbalance in the reactor core!”



Everyone turned to see a tall, skinny unshaven man frantically pressing buttons on the console next to the containment structure for the reactor. “Dimitrov, stop!” the professor shouted. Kat didn’t hesitate. Her arm came up and in a single fluid motion pulled the trigger, causing the man’s head to fall forward, a significant portion of it missing.



“It’s too late,” Pandora told them. “The reaction has already started. You have less than three minutes.”



Stacey yelled into the silence that followed that statement, “Everyone grab an egghead and sprint for the exit.” The soldiers moved instantly, throwing a scientist/engineer over a shoulder and taking off.



As Michael was leaving, he told Pandora, “Try to download as much data as you can off their hard drives before this place becomes a crater.” The armored troopers weren’t nearly as agile as Michael and his girls, but their suits clocked out at forty miles an hour. They could book it when they wanted to. A few feet from the shuttle the ground pulsed once before shaking intensely. A few of the troopers lost their footing before they could step onto the ramp of the rising shuttle.



Michael and Kat, picking up the rear, grabbed the backs of the stragglers and launched themselves in the air, catching the shuttle just as the ground disappeared below them. The mountainside exploded outwards, the wave of air pressure actually throwing them to the front of the shuttle. The Roc was battered and beaten as it struggled to gain altitude. Zoe floored the craft forward, forgetting about gaining more height and simply concentrating on distance, skimming the tops of the trees.



Just before the ramp closed completely, the occupants saw an incredible flash as an enormous plume with a fireball in its center dominated the skyline. There was a collective sigh that passed through everyone in the cabin. The silence was broken when Kat hooted in glee. “That was AWESOME!” she screamed, giddy off the adrenaline rush. Michael chuckled as the rest of them shot her incredulous looks.



“Gotta admit,” he said, “it beats playing Call of Duty…” Still lying in the aisle, he reached out and pulled Kat close to share a kiss.



The professor approached Sun Mi and asked hesitantly, “Were you serious? Are our families really safe?” The rest of the scientists and engineers quieted down as she smiled and confirmed they were fine. A cheer went up and her cheeks flushed. She felt exhilarated. This was what she’d been searching for. The chance to do some good; to make a difference; to have her work pay off and be appreciated for her effort.



Michael and his girls sat with the professor -whose name he finally learned was Richard West- as he told the story of their incarceration and what life was like under the Advent Brotherhood. Apparently, the one who’d betrayed them had sold him out and organized his capture. He’d been a vindictive bastard who liked to beat him in front of his wife. Richard was in tears when he thanked Michael profusely for showing up when he did. According to him, the man had told Richard that he’d bribed the guards that night and had planned to rape his wife while he and his daughter watched.



“Who was the man who tampered with the reactor?” Michael asked, trying to change the subject. He was uncomfortable with all the praise the other man was heaping on him. It had been Sun Mi who’d made the connections that resulted in finding them, after all -he’d just been along for the ride.



A sad look crossed the professor’s eyes as he admitted, “Someone I considered a dear friend. We’d always known there was a mole among us. Too many secrets had been exposed, too many plans to escape uncovered and all involved punished mercilessly. But, Dimitrov… he covered for me -he covered for everyone. Little things, like stalling the guards so we could have more time to get ready or scrounging up medicine when we were sick. Now, I see it was all a ploy to gain our trust.”



Michael gave him an understanding smile and clasped him on the shoulder. “You’ll see your family soon. Feel free to rest on the Intrepid for… as long as you’d like,” he told Richard with a gleam in his eye. Kat smiled slyly. She knew Michael saw the insecurities of the former captives as she did. They wouldn’t feel safe on Earth where they’d been snatched from their homes. Many of them would sleep with a gun under their pillow for the rest of their lives. To them, it wouldn’t matter that the Intrepid was heading off to war.

I stepped from the cab into the pouring rain. Holding my leather Bosca briefcase over my head, I cursed under my breath for leaving my umbrella at the office. I reached into my suit pocket and quickly withdrew a sum of cash from my wallet. I rapped on the window with my hand and the driver slowly rolled it down, just an inch. I pushed the money through the opening toward the driver. He grunted something and immediately rolled the window back up. With a whine, he put the car into gear. It shuttered and then began moving up the street. I watched as he drove away, the taillights gleaming in the dark, wet night, leaving me alone on the street corner.



As the taillights disappeared from view I let my eyes fall to the rain slick sidewalk. Trash flowed down the gutter along the side of it, a flyer for a band of some sort caught on a sprouting blade of grass. My eyes travelled up from the sidewalk to the building itself. Graffiti covered the exposed lower walls framing a grimy, glass door. Dim light shone weakly from the smoked glass of the door and between the rusted bars covering a small window set into the granite wall.



I looked up into the night sky. Even though rain pelted my eyes, making it hard to see, I could see more windows set into the hard stone building, some were lit, and some were not. A fire escape led from the top of the building in a zig zag pattern across the face and ended about 20 feet above my head. The whole building said, “go away.”



I shook the cold rain from my hand and reached into my right hip pocket. I retrieved the business card and checked the address. “69 Lowry Street” it said in brazen, black letters. I looked up through the torrents of rain and there, written in plain, black numbers above the door was the number “69.” I glanced at the street sign behind me. It was listing at an precarious angle but clearly read “Lowry St SW.” This was the place.



I tucked the card between two of my fingers and absent-mindedly flicked at it with my thumb, looking at nothing. It’d been a stressful day, nothing had gone well; a major vendor had pulled out of a deal. I’d returned to my office after a particularly devastating conference call to find the card resting upon a small, expensive cream-colored card. The card read: “Find what you need.” That was it. Nothing more. I threw both the cards into the trash and sat down.



As I worked at my PC, I found my thoughts drifting to the card. What did it mean? Who left it? What was it, as far as they were concerned, did I need? I dug the business card out of the trash and looked at it. “69 Lowry Street” was the only text printed on either side.



I turned back to my PC, brought up a map site, and searched for the address. It appeared to be a non-descript building in the older part of town. There didn’t seem to be a business associated with the address, nor did it seem to be a residential building. I flipped over to a search engine and entered the address. Other than the map result, I found nothing. It was as if the building didn’t exist.



I laughed to myself as I stood in the pouring rain. My curiosity had been a little more than piqued. Thoughts of covert spies, government agents, and more, had flooded my mind, but now that I had seen the building all of those thoughts were washed away like the trash in the gutter.



I sighed, figuring I might as well check it out now that I was there. I reached out to the rusted door handle and gave it a tug, expecting it to be locked. It came open freely; causing me to stumble backwards, cool air assaulting me. I looked into the room beyond. I could see nothing beyond a worn wall facing the street. It appeared the door lead into a hallway, which immediately turned to the right, probably leading to the small window I noticed earlier. It may not be much to look at, but it was dry. I quickly stepped inside.



Once inside I quickly removed my duster and shook the water from my briefcase. I ran my fingers through my short, black hair slicking it back, trying to squeeze a bit of moisture from it in the process. The narrow hallway in which I stood extended perhaps three feet ahead before turning to the right.



I stepped forward and peered around the wall. Sitting in a rickety metal fold-up chair sat the largest bouncer I had ever seen. While extremely overweight, he looked well built. His head was shaved, nicks and scratches here and there. Tattoos covered both arms down to his wrists. A scar ran down from his upper lip through the coarse hairs of his goatee. I was a pretty well built guy myself, but this man was massive and wasn’t someone to trifle with. He was reading a newspaper and hadn’t noticed me.



Curiosity be damned, I was getting out of there. I turned on my heel to leave. Unfortunately doing so made a loud squeak, which reverberated through the tiny hallway. I cringed and froze. “Can I help you?” came a growl from behind me.



I sighed, closed my eyes, and turned around. When I opened them I realized I was staring at the man’s chest. My eyes travelled up his body until it reached his scarred face, my mouth widening into what I hoped was a genuine looking smile. “I’m sorry, I think I’ve got the wrong address,” I said, starting to back away.



He reached out a fairly massive hand, which came to rest on my shoulder. “No one comes here unless invited,” he said, as if he were chewing on a boulder.



What the hell? I reached into my pants pocket and retrieved the business card and held it up for him. He leaned back, snatched the card from my hand, and read it. He peered from it to me and back to the card. He then handed the card to me and said, “Everything seems to be in order, sir.” He stepped aside, allowing me to pass. For the first time I noticed a large, veiled opening to the right of where the man had been sitting. Incredulously, I looked from the doorway to the man, who was in the act of sitting back down. What was going on?



I stepped toward the doorway. The curtain looked expensive. It shone, was slightly transparent, trimmed in complex embroidery. Glancing over my shoulder once more to assure myself that I should proceed, I found the man was already reading the newspaper. I took a deep breath, grasped the material with my free hand, and pulled it to one side.



What greeted my eyes took me by surprise. The floors all appeared to be of marble. Rich tapestries hung from immaculately painted walls. Veils of gold, orange, and pink hung from arches lining the bottom floor. Lacquered wood lined the stairs and walls. I looked up to see that there were several floors, each painted a majestic color of its own, large columns supporting each tier. The room was far too big to be encompassed inside the one building I had entered. It had to be part of the adjacent building.



“Why, hello there!” I heard a cheery voice call out from behind me. Startled, I spun around. Standing just behind me was a small woman with short, curly hair. She looked to be about 50 or so, dressed in a long gown. She was smiling, hands clasped in front of her.



I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and said, “You scared me half to death.”



“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, leaning her head to one said. “That, of course, was not my intention.”



“It’s okay. I’m just not sure what I’m doing here,” I said matter of factly.



“Ah, it is your first time, Mr. Stephenson,” she said cheerily.



I was taken aback. “How do you know my name?”



“You received a card, yes?” she asked.



“Well, yes, but I have no idea who from.” Here I gestured vaguely at the room. “Or what any of this is about.”



“First, Mr. Stephenson, you are perfectly safe here. Safer than anywhere else in Manhattan,” she said, clasping her arm around mine. “Secondly, please come this way,” she said and we strode off toward the grand staircase leading up to the next floor.



“You say you do not know who left the card for you?” she asked as we walked.



“No, it was on my desk when I returned from a call,” I answered, looking wide-eyed around the vast room.



“Then it would seem that someone believed you were in need of our services,” she said, pondering this, nodding to herself.



We had reached the stairs and I turned to her. “That’s just it. I don’t understand why I’m here, or what services it is that you provide.”



“You will soon enough,” she said, smiling at me once again. “I will leave you in Martina’s capable hands. It really was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Stephenson.” With that, she turned and struck off toward the way we’d come.



I looked around me, but could see no one else. “Martina who?” I said loudly, shrugging my arms.



The little woman turned around and pointed over my head at something just behind me. I turned and looked up the staircase in front of me. There, standing at the top of the staircase was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Her amber dress hugged her body tightly, glittering slightly as she moved. Silken ginger hair flowed down and over one shoulder, splaying out just above her breast. The mounds of her breasts swelled outwards, furrowing the fabric of her dress straining to contain them. One of her silky smooth legs protruded from a long slit in the dress. “Hello, Mr. Stephenson,” she said with smile.



This time hearing my name, from a stranger so ravishingly beautiful, didn’t phase me at all. I stood there for a moment with what must’ve been a stupefied look on my face. Finally, I blinked, and smiled. “Um, hello,” I replied. I could feel a stirring in my loins just looking at her. It was difficult to talk coherently, so I didn’t try.



She began walking down the stairs slowly, her creamy thighs emerging from the dress with each step, her breasts slightly bouncing with each footfall. “I’m so glad you’ve come.”



I was speechless. She was so sexy, so seductive. Each step she took brought her closer to me and the closer she came the more beautiful she appeared. I watched her walk the same way a scientist might study a slide under a microscope: I didn’t want to miss a thing.



When my briefcase fell to the floor, it jarred me awake. I looked at her, more intently now, and said, “It’s nice to meet you.”



“And it’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Stephenson.”



There was my name again. This time I asked, “How do you know me?”



Her smile broadened. “Someone told us you’d be stopping by.”



“Who?” I asked just as she reached the bottom step.



“Sssh,” she said. She reached out and silenced me with a finger pressed to my lips. The whole situation was so surreal that I wasn’t certain that she was real until that moment. I immediately felt another stirring down below. “Come with me,” she said, holding out a crooked elbow.



Dumbfounded, I seemed to be rooted in place. After a moment of staring at her arm, I grasped her elbow with my hand. She clasped her hand on mine and pulled me closer until we were side by side. Together we began to ascend the stairs.



We walked in silence for a while as I took in the sites. The place was enormous and there seemed to be doors everywhere. We had ascended to the third floor. I could see the large foyer several feet below us over the wrought iron and wood railing. Finally, I asked, “So, what is this place?”



She smiled. “It’s a place to find what you need, of course.”



“But, what is it I need?” I said.



She looked at me intently for a moment, studying me up and down. “You need a lot of things.” Her face then softened and then she smiled. “But tonight, we are going to fulfill your most basic needs.”



“And what is that?” I asked.



She turned and faced the door closest to us. She twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Golden light spilled onto the stone floor. “We’re here. Please come inside.”



Entranced by her beauty and intrigued by what was to come, I entered the room. An ornate desk with a mirror squatted against the far wall. Directly to my left was a queen-sized poster bed, semi-transparent cloth draped loosely around its frame. To the right sat a large armoire, beside which was another door set into the wall. The marble flooring continued into this room and expensive looking tapestries hung from the walls.



I felt a touch on my shoulder and I turned around. It was Martina, smiling. She ran her slender fingers through my hair then cradled my face. I thought she was going kiss me for a moment. Instead, she asked, “Would you care for a drink, Mr. Stephenson?”



“Karl,” I replied.



“Karl,” she said with a smile.



“Do you have any scotch?” I asked.



“Is Chivas Regal okay?” she asked. I’d never even heard of it before, so I just nodded in the affirmative. She ran her fingers across my cheeks. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation.



She stepped away to the armoire and opened it. Instead of clothes, the armoire contained a selection of fine liquors, a bucket off ice, champagne, wine, and a small collection of tumblers, wine glasses, and other glassware. She selected a bottle of golden liquid from the shelf, retrieved a tumbler, tossed in a couple of ice cubes, and poured a quantity into the glass. I noticed the liquid in the glass nearly matched the color of the dress she was wearing. She repeated the process with a second glass.



Handing one glass to me, she stirred the other with one of her fingers. She deliberately, making sure I was watching, lifted her finger from glass and gently sucked the liquid from it. As she did so, she seemed to peer into my soul with her brown eyes. The smile returned to her face and she walked over to the bed, brushing back one of the curtains. She sat and crossed her legs, supporting herself by grasping a post. For the first time I could marvel at her creamy thighs without having to conceal my attraction. “You have questions. I will answer what I can,” she said, smiling.



“What do you do here?” I asked, walking around the room looking everything over.



“I give you what you need,” she replied, cryptically.



“And what does that entail, exactly, giving me what I need?” I asked, looking at her. She seemed to contemplate this for a moment.



“Every client is different,” she said after a brief pause. “For you, you need many things. Tonight, I plan on giving you the four basic things that you need the most.”



“I still don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, exasperated. “Are you talking about the four food groups, the four elements… what?” Suddenly it all seemed to make sense: the way she was dressed, the expensive drinks. I looked at her sternly. “Is this some sort of bordello… a whorehouse?”



“It can be. Sex is certainly one of the most basic needs,” she said with a smile.



“Is that what I ‘need’?” I asked, drawing air quotes with my upraised hands, immediately wishing I hadn’t.



She tilted her head to one side, her luscious hair spilling off her shoulder. “In a way but it’s more than that.”



“And if I decide to walk out of here? If this isn’t for me?”



She smiled. “Then you won’t find what you need.” She stood slowly, the dress clinging to her skin. She crossed the room and pressed her body against mine. I could feel her warm breasts pressing against my moist shirt. “But you won’t,” she said, running the back of her hand down the side of my face.



I let out a breath as I felt my cock swell. She leaned in and kissed me with her sultry lips. They were sweet and felt silky and soft. I let both my briefcase and duster fall to the floor as I wrapped my arms around her. I felt her wrap hers around me and pulled me closer. We kissed passionately for a few seconds before she stepped back, my arms instinctively letting her go.



“Will you stay?” she asked, wrapping her arms around my neck.



I didn’t hesitate for a moment: “Yes.”



“Good,” she said with a smile. She walked across the expansive room, her high heels clicking on the stonework. “We have three rules,” she said, turning back to me. “One, relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”



Relax. I could do that. “Sure,” I said. “What else?”



“Two, keep an open mind. I’m going to take away some of your basic necessities. In order to do that things might get uncomfortable. If you become too uncomfortable, tell me, but do try to keep an open mind. Everyone has his or her own limits. We’re going to explore yours.”



I wasn’t sure what she meant. Taking away basic necessities? What did that mean? Still, I was intrigued, thinking more with my penis than with my head. “I’m not sure what you mean, exactly, but I’ll try to keep an open mind.”



“Fair enough,” she said. “Lastly, we finish what we start. Just because you become uncomfortable doesn’t mean we stop, we just take it a bit slower. Does that sound fair to you?” she asked.



“I’m not sure, to be honest. I guess it depends on what we’re doing that makes me uncomfortable,” I said.



“You must agree to all three before we begin,” she said.



I thought it over for a minute, pacing the room, sipping at my drink. Whether it was the thought of being with a beautiful woman or the alcohol beginning to loosen me up, I finally agreed. “Yes, I agree to all three,” I said, turning back to her.



“Good!” she said. She placed her drink on a hardwood and wrought iron night table and walked across the room to the desk, running her hand across my chin as she passed. “Why don’t you get a bit more comfortable, Karl?” she said as she began rummaging through the desk.



I looked down at myself. My clothes were still damp from the rain. I loosened the knot of my tie and slid it out from under my collar. I unbuttoned the top button of my dress shirt. Instantly, I felt relief. I kneeled and untied my left shoe, then the right. I slipped both of them off and placed them next to the armoire, out of the way. I then loosened my belt and slipped it out from around my waist. I sat my duster on top of my shoes. I then placed the briefcase on top, followed by my belt.



Quickly, I slipped out of my wet socks and, unsure where to put them, placed them on top of the armoire, draped over the side. I loosened my Boliva watch and slid it from my wrist, noting the time. It was late, already after 10 PM. I tossed it on top of the pile on the floor.



I turned to find Martina had returned to the side of the bed. She had pulled back several of the layers of material, allowing easier access to the bed. She gestured to me to join her. I strode over to where she stood, the marble floor feeling odd under my bare feet.



“Why don’t you lie down, Karl?” she said, rubbing my shoulder with her hand. I took her advice and lay down on the bed. It felt fantastic. The bedding on top was soft, pliable, and silky to the touch. Its dark blue surface shimmered with light as my body made ripples across its surface. I lay my head on the pillow. It was incredibly soft and my head sank into it easily.



“Are you relaxed, Karl?” she asked, leaning down over me, her form a silhouette against the bright light behind her.



“Yes,” I said with a smile of my own.



“Good, then we can begin,” she said and stood upright. She disappeared around the corner of the bed and returned a moment later holding four leather cuffs.



I raised my eyebrows. “What are those for?” I asked, slightly alarmed.



Her smile reassured me. “These cuffs will help us discover the first thing you need. You need freedom, to do what you wish. You are currently working at a job where you feel trapped, lonely, and unable to move. These cuffs…” she said, holding the cuffs out to me “… are a representation of your frustration.”



She leaned over me and kissed me on the forehead. “The first thing you need is freedom. I am going to help you achieve freedom, but you have to trust me.” She stood up. “Do you trust me?”



I looked from her to the cuffs in her hands. Did I trust her? I didn’t know her. Damn, she was beautiful though. And she promised me she wouldn’t hurt me. But who was she to make that promise? And why was I here? I sensed that I was going to find something out about myself, but I wasn’t sure what that was. At last, I made up my mind. “Yes,” I said.

She placed the cuffs on the bed next to me and then proceeded to crawl onto the bed. Then she straddled me. I felt somewhat embarrassed, knowing that she could probably feel my swollen member through whatever she was wearing underneath. “I am going to take away your freedom for tonight. You will not be able to move. You will not be able to do anything. You will not be able to touch me.”



I nodded dumbly as she picked up one of my hands from the bed and raised it up over my head. For the first time I noticed a small d-ring embedded in the side of the bedpost. She clasped one of the cuffs around my wrist and tightened it. It was soft on the inside and wasn’t uncomfortable. She opened the carabiner clasp attached to the cuff and slipped it over the ring. Letting go the ring held the cuff fast. I tried to pull my hand free, but it wouldn’t budge. She smiled and then fastened my other hand in the same fashion.



My arms now stretched across the bed, she crawled off the other side and moved to my feet. She clasped the remaining cuffs to my ankles. Struggling to raise my head, I couldn’t see any rings sunk into the bedposts near my feet. In answer to this, she produced two short lengths of small chain. She fed one of these through the clasp on a cuff and then through something I couldn’t see at the foot of the bed. As she pulled the chain tighter, I could feel my leg being pulled toward the side of the bed. She then did the same with my other foot.



I was now spread eagle on the bed. She crawled back onto the bed and lay down on top of me. She clasped my head in her hands and kissed me passionately. I could feel her hot lips pressing firmly against my own. I felt a swell down below and another surge of red-hot embarrassment heat my face.



She sat up and looked down at me, smiling sweetly. Then, she slowly crawled off the side of the bed and disappeared from view. I heard her rustling through the desk once more, before returning. She was holding a pair of long scissors in one hand. “Trust me?” she asked.



Now the beautiful stranger, whom I knew nothing about, was holding a weapon and asking me to trust her. Considering I couldn’t move, it didn’t matter if I trusted her or not. Thus far, she’d not given me any cause for alarm, so I went with the flow. “Sure,” I said.



She slowly, carefully, slipped the open scissors into the open cuff of my pants. She closed the blades with an audible “thwack!”



“Hey!” I said, not believing she had just cut a slit into the leg of my tailored pants. “Those are expensive!” She shushed me and returned to cutting the material, slowly working her way up to my crotch. I decided at this point that it was best not to antagonize someone wielding a sharp object. At my crotch she slowed considerably before cutting more swiftly down the opposite leg. Once finished, she grasped the material with her free hand tugged at it until it came free and flowed out underneath me, exposing my bare legs.



She then inserted the scissors into the cuff of my sleeve and sliced one arm of the shirt open and then the other. With another light teasing, she whisked the shirt out from under me. Lying there in nothing more than my boxers, with a voluptuous woman standing over me, did nothing to diminish my excitement and I felt my cock straining against the fabric.



After a moment she said, “Then second thing you need is release. As I said, sex is one of the most basic needs, and rarely do we find someone that truly does not need it. You, on the other hand, need it more than most.”



“I have sex,” I said, in my own defense.



“Perhaps, but you don’t have sex freely. It feels as if it is something that you must do, to give your partner something. You have been seeing the same woman for three years. You feel trapped by it, as if it’s expected of you. Here, you can give yourself freely without feeling that I need anything in return.” She reached forward again, brandishing the scissors and snipped at my boxers. In four quick clips, they were whisked away, exposing my manhood.



She quickly walked back to the desk. I heard her place the scissors on the desk and then she returned to the side of the bed. “I want you to relax,” she said.



“I’m relaxed,” I assured her.



“Not yet, you aren’t, but soon you will be,” she said with a smile. With that she kneeled beside the bed. She reached down and picked up a small vial of amber colored liquid, almost the same color as her dress. That was an odd coincidence. She flipped open the top of the vial and held it over the tip of my penis. A small golden drop fell from the vial onto my skin. I could feel the cold liquid for a moment, but was quickly replaced by warmth. Three more drops fell in quick succession. She snapped the lid closed and placed it on the floor.



I gasped as she reached out and cradled my cock in her hands. She slowly massaged the amber liquid across the length of my shaft, ensuring every inch was covered. I could feel the heat building all along the length of it, her slow ministrations hardening me further. I tugged at my restraints, the sensations overwhelming.



I struggled to lift my head so that I could watch what she was doing. She turned and smiled at me. Her hands were both covered with the lubricant, glistening in the light of the room. She had clasped them together, my cock in between, slowly running them along the length, back and forth. It felt amazing.



Relaxing, I let me head sink back into the pillow. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations. I could feel her tight grip around my shaft as she slowly slid her warm hands up and down, occasionally stopping at the head to give it a little extra attention. When she would do this, I would pull hard at my restraints. The sensation was a mixture of intense pleasure and a bit off discomfort. I wanted it to stop, but didn’t want it to stop at the same time. She must have noticed my discomfort and did this less frequently.



After only a few minutes of her handling my cock, I felt myself edging closer. I began nudging my hips gently into the air. She began to pump my cock with one tightly closed fist, very slowly. My thrusts began to the speed of her strokes and soon we were in sync with one another. My breaths were coming quickly; I knew I would come soon. And that’s when she stopped.



When it was apparent she wasn’t going to resume, I opened my eyes to see she had left the side of the bed. With some effort I managed to lift my head. I could see her standing in front of the desk, looking for something in one of the drawers. She found whatever it was she was looking for and walked back to the side of the bed. This time she didn’t kneel, but bent over my exposed sex.



In one hand she held a latex ring. She stooped and grasped the head of my penis with her long, slender fingers and with the other she pushed the ring down over my shaft. It was a tight fit, but after a little prodding and pulling, she had moved it to the bottom my shaft.



She kneeled once again, picking up the lubrication from the floor. Reapplying a small amount, she began massaging my cock more slowly than before. Occasionally her hand would slip past the cock ring and she would massage my balls, spreading the warm lube everywhere it mattered.



The cock ring seemed to enhance the sensations I was feeling, rather than diminish them, as I’d assumed. Every stroke of her hand was like heaven. It took but just a minute for my thrusting to continue. She kept going, regardless, slowly teasing my shaft with her caressing hands.



Exhaling hard, I let a moan escape my lips. I hadn’t felt pleasure like this in years. Every movement she made pushed me closer to the edge. My thrusts were harder and faster than before. She sped her strokes to match my speed. I could feel myself getting closer.



Just before I popped, she changed up the routine. She let me hard cock fall to my abdomen with a wet smack. I could feel it throbbing with every beat of my heart; no, I take that back, it was almost thrumming with excitement. With one hand she cupped my balls. She then took the heel of her hand and pressed it firmly against the base of my shaft, just above the cock ring. She then slowly slid it along the length of my sex. It felt amazing, but at the same time it allowed me to cool off a little.



She continued doing this for a while, switching hands every so often. I was so turned on it was ridiculous. I felt like I was going to explode with every long stroke. My body would tense every time she would reach the tip of my penis. “Does it feel good?” she asked after a while.



“Oh, yeah,” I said, smiling.



“Good. It’s what you need. Prolonged pleasure. It’s much more than just sex,” she said in a whisper.



She continued for a moment then stopped and stood. Grasping the fabric of her dress near her hips, she slowly lifted it up and over her head, allowing it to fall gently to the floor. From my vantage point I could see everything from her head down to her waist. She was amazing. Her abs were tight. A straw-colored brassiere was supporting her large breasts, which seemed ready to jumble out at the smallest provocation. A similarly colored tangas encircled her waist. I could have come just from looking at her.



She kneeled down beside me again and began her ministrations once more. I grunted as she began, having been teased to the brink. My body slid along the top of the bed, trying to give her every millimeter of my cock as I thrust my hips forward. I closed my eyes, enjoying the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling.



“I have a feeling you’re about to come,” she said, not slowing for a bit.



“Uh, huh,” I managed to grunt.



“Good,” she said.



She continued stroking me with one hand while she toyed with my scrotum with the other. I could feel the telltale sustained tickle spread out from my engorged sex. I was in absolute ecstasy. This probably only lasted a couple of minutes, but it seemed to last an eternity. I grasped the bedposts as I tensed, ready to come, but then, suddenly, she stopped.



It took me a moment to recover this time. By the time I opened my eyes, she’d already stood and moved around to the foot of the bed. She crawled across the bed on all fours until she had reached my throbbing member, whereupon she sat down. She reached up to the center of her brassiere and unfastened the clasp. Her breasts spilled out as the material shot backwards around her. She shrugged out of it and tossed it to the floor.



She lay down on the bed next to me, pressing her firm body against my own. She reached out and grasped my cock with her right hand as she wrapped her other around my shoulders. As she pumped my shaft, she began littering my chest with soft kisses.



Each stroke brought me closer to the edge. My hips surged forward each time she’d reach the base of my throbbing shaft. Between kisses she would nibble at my erect nipple and prod it with her tongue. At first it did nothing for me, but each time she would bite down gently it would add to the overwhelming sensations beginning to swirl around me.



She kissed her way up to my shoulder and began kissing my neck. She slowed her pumps and timed them with her kisses, each one long, slow and soft. I could smell the light scent of her perfume and it only served to arouse me further. Her breasts were now pressed tightly against my hot skin, her nipples hard.



The pleasure was so intense that I could barely breathe. She had now taken to licking the rim of my ear, sending tickling ripples of pleasure down my neck and spine. Her strokes were still slow and deliberate, each one sending a wave of untold bliss through me. I turned my head and looked into her eyes and she smiled.



She leaned forward and kissed me passionately with her silken lips, caressing my chin with her free hand. I was thrusting my hips forward forcefully now. I felt her perfect skin pressed against mine as I gave her everything I had. I was so close to coming. Just as I was nearing the point of no return, she stopped.



It took a moment to get myself back under control. I was so close. She kissed me once more, quickly this time, and sat up. She rolled over onto her back and hooked the band of her panties with her thumbs. She quickly slid these off and deposited them onto the floor beside the bed. Just as quickly she straddled my throbbing cock, pinning it between her pussy lips and my abdomen.



I could feel the blazing heat of her sex pressed against mine. She leaned forward; her perfect breasts so close now, a tantalizing offering. Placing one hand on either side of me, she slid her herself along the length of my cock, arching her back, thrusting her hips forward. I gasped, so close now.



She leaned down further, pressing her pale breasts against me, and kissed my gingerly on the lips, her hair spilling around her head. She sat back up and slid forward again, slowly. I tensed, my aching cock ready to burst. She paused again, letting the tension subside for a moment. I was aching for release, but everything she did kept me in a state of constant euphoria. I didn’t want it to end.



Grasping me gently on either side of my chest with her ivory fingers, she thrust herself forward smoothly again. I arched my back, feeling that I was about to come. Amazingly, the feeling subsided into a low, tickling throb after a few seconds. I was in a state of constant pure ecstasy.



She leaned forward, pressing her soft mounds against me tightly. Her lips met mine and I could taste her sweet breath. Leaning back she looked into my eyes and smiled, running her hand through my short, black hair. “Are you ready to come?” she asked.



I could hardly think, but I managed to answer her in the affirmative. She leaned back, whipping her hair back behind her with a flick of her head. Once more she grasped me on either side of my chest. She glided forward, pressing down harder than before. It was bliss, I could barely breathe. She slid forward again, the urge to come growing almost unbearable.



Martina thrust her wet pussy forward a third time, slowly stroking my straining erection. This time I felt the tickle suddenly grow in intensity and my whole body stiffened. I let out a harsh groan of satisfaction as I came. I could feel my molten come shooting across my abdomen, twice reaching as far as my chest. I fell back, exhausted, breathing hard, my body comfortably numb.



After my moment of bliss had passed, I opened my eyes. She was still straddling my cock, pinning it to my abdomen. I could feel it throbbing in time with my heartbeat. The cock ring was working its magic, as I was still rock hard. I looked up at her and saw that she was smiling at me.



“That was amazing,” I said, smiling myself.



“It was what you needed,” she said. She nimbly dismounted and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said, rubbing my chest. Standing, she crossed the room. Just watching her walk was amazing; she was incredibly beautiful, curvaceous, her long, red hair flowing down her back, hips swinging side to side.



She entered the door next to the armoire. I could hear the sound of running water. Moments later she returned holding some towels. She wiped me clean with the first one. It was intensely hot and stung my skin for a moment. Once done, she wiped my down again with a second wet towel. Finally, she dried me with a third, soft towel.



Bending over she teased and prodded the cock ring until it slowly slid up the length of my shaft. I could immediately feel the surge of heat down there as my blood flow was restored. And almost just as immediately, I felt my erection diminish. It was a bit disappointing; I thought we would have gone longer.



She picked up the towels and the cock ring and took them all back to what I assumed was a bathroom. She returned a moment later. “We have now explored the first two things that you need: freedom and sexual release. Now we will explore the third thing that you need,” she said, smiling, her breasts hovering mere inches from my face.



“What is that?” I asked; glad to hear things were going to continue.



“Air,” she said, still smiling.



I wasn’t quite sure I understood what she meant. I furled my brow and asked, “Air?”



“Yes, it is a basic necessity, yet you waste it. Trapped, suffocating inside an oppressive office. You never enjoy the times you are free of it, able to breath air freely, without the weight of business.”



I was still confused, “I’m not sure I’m following you.” I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going.



“For me to give you what you need, I first have to take it away,” she said, this time smiling.



Thoughts of her smothering my to death with her enormous breasts passed through my mind. Not a bad way to go, all things considered, but I was still nervous about where she was headed with this line of thought. “So, you’re going to take away my air?”



“Yes,” she said, standing upright, her full, soft breasts bobbing back against her chest, her hair falling in front of her shoulders, across her breasts.



“I don’t think I’m comfortable with that,” I said.



“Remember rule number two, Karl. Keep an open mind. Remember, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not here to punish you. I’m here to give you what you need. It may seem uncomfortable, or strange, but it won’t hurt you.” She smiled a reassuring smile.



“Okay, but if I get too uncomfortable, we stop, okay?” I said sternly.



“Sure, Karl, we can stop. But you must remember rule number three. We finish what we start. If we stop, we must resume it at some point.”



I mulled this over for a minute or so. My trepidation must’ve shone through in my voice as I heard myself quaver and crack the words, “Okay, let’s do it.” She smiled, leaned down and kissed me lightly, as a feather might, then more forcefully. Her tongue slipped from between her lips and found mine.



Finally, she straightened and walked back over to the ornate desk and retrieved something from one of the drawers. Holding it in one hand, she made her way back over to the side of the bed. “This will be a symbol of your inability to breath, both figuratively and literally. It will make you appreciate what you have.”



She held out the object, but I still couldn’t tell what it was. Moving forward, she slipped the object over the top of my head and pulled it snug around my neck. It was transparent, apparently made of latex. I sucked in a breath and felt it snug around my face. I exhaled and felt my own hot breath. Inhaling again it collapsed across my face again. When I exhaled, I finally panicked, rocking my head to and fro, trying to, unsuccessfully, dislodge whatever she’d placed over it.



“Relax,” she said, smiling at me, her head on the top of my head.



“How the hell am I supposed to relax,” I said, breathing heavily. “I can’t breathe!”



“It’s okay. You can breathe,” she replied, still smiling. She reached out and pinched the front of the mask, for that was what it most resembled, with her index finger and thumb and pulled it away from my face. “There are small holes in front. You can breathe.”



“No, I can’t!” I said loudly.



“Yes, you can,” she said, reassuringly. “Just relax and breathe.”



“No! Take it off!” I said, almost in a blind panic. For the first time, she did not smile, but she reached down and whisked the thing from my face.



“Just give me a minute,” I said. I realized what she’d said was true. I could have breathed. “I just wasn’t prepared. I thought you had taken my air away completely.”



“It’s okay, take your time,” she said.



After a few minutes, I had calmed and was ready to try whatever it was she had in mind. “Okay, I’m ready.”



She smiled and slowly fitted the hood over the top of my head once again, making sure it was snug against the skin of my neck. I took a deep breath and felt the latex collapse onto my face, but I could still feel cool, fresh air entering through the small holes. I exhaled, feeling my warm, wet breath fill the space. I inhaled again, my hot exhaust intermingling with the fresh air. Exhaling, the air under the hood was even hotter.

There are so many ways to begin a story. I could begin at the beginning, reciting from memory the first meeting that started it all. That’s the most logical but so boring. I could drop you into the middle of a scene between two players without any explanation, and if I had the skill enough, keep your attention while you try to figure out what is really going on. Very Shakespearean, but rather risky. Or I could just take the simplest route, and make an introduction- tell you more about me. I’ve chosen to take this path. No need for dramatics- I’ll save those for other stories. So, hi. I’m a submissive who’s just been introduced to gasmasks, and who is madly in lust with her Dominant.



But this article isn’t just about gasmasks, or the fact that my Dom can make me wet with one raise of an eyebrow. It’s also about the imperative of trust. As a submissive, you’re allowing another person full control over your mind and body. You become their puppet both physically and emotionally. Want me to stand just so? Remove my clothes? Straddle that bench? Allow you to whip me till I’m bleeding? How about I give you a blow job? Tell me how you like it and if I don’t do it right, feel free to thrust your cock down my throat so far that I gag. Hell, do that anyway. I’ll admit it, I like it. Don’t fall for it when I show you teary eyes and a reproachful look, as if to say “How could you do that to me?” I’m eating it up. Show me what you’ve got; I’m ready.



Okay, okay, I’m getting carried away. Point is as a submissive I allow myself to become a marionette to the whims of my Dom, because I enjoy it. But that level of submission is not attainable if you don’t trust your Dom. My story of gasmasks is a perfect example. When you have a fear of enclosed spaces like I do- it takes an inordinate amount of trust to agree to strap one onto your head. Only he could entice me to do it. Well, him and the promise of a mind blowing orgasm at the end of it. Here, let me set the stage for you.



So there I am, straddling a caning bench, legs tied to either side and hands tied to the front. My face is being pressed down into the leather by my Dom, facing away from him. He’s growling under his breath and I’m letting loose the occasional yelp as his hand connects with my backside. Damn, that man always knows just how hard to hit me to shock me. It’s always just a bit more than I was expecting, whatever level we are currently at. Despite the pain and surprise, I always find myself arching my back to push into his hand, exposing myself more, begging for him to make contact again. I want him to hurt me. I love it. I’m such a little slut for him. I know it. I’m not ashamed.



Suddenly his hand is pushing down harder the back of my neck, until my cheekbone smarts against the leather. He’s leaning over me and I feel his breath on my shoulder. All of my hair is standing on end. What’s coming next?



“You okay with breath play? Asphyxiation?” He asks me. God, that voice! Low and gravelly and pure alpha male. It never fails to get to me. It sends tingles down my spine and I almost giggle, suddenly envisioning Goldilocks being held down and ravaged by the Big Bad Wolf. On the surface he’s being polite, letting me set my boundaries, and if I say no, he won’t push it. But he has a way of saying things that makes them a command, and I want to obey. I know I will be missing out if I say no. I want to give him whatever he wants. I’m not sure what he has in mind, and I don’t care as long as he’s the one doing it to me.



“Yes.” I answer in a gasp.



He gives me a little shake and I whimper with longing. I realize I’m grinding my pubic bone into the leather bench.



“You’re sure?”



Am I sure? Sudden doubt fills me. He must have something bigger in mind than just strangling me to ask if I’m sure. (Which by the way I love. His hand- my throat… a match made in heaven.) What am I signing up for? I think about it for a split second and decide I don’t care. I’m right where I want to be.



“Yes.”



“Don’t turn around.” He releases me and disappears. It’s always a curious place to reach when he does that. He’s done it to me before. It never gets old. I’m not supposed to turn around. I have no idea where he is or what he’s doing. I hear strange sounds but cannot place what they could be. The wheels in my head are spinning. I can feel my heart thudding against the beam I’m resting on. My legs are tied to either side so that I’m totally exposed from behind, fully opened to him, and I’m acutely feeling my own vulnerability. I’m so accessible to him in this position. It embarrasses and excites me all at once. It’s making me blush even now, just thinking about it. It’s like that dream where you can’t turn around to see the monster you know is sneaking up behind you. Any second now he’s going to grab you. Except in this situation, the monster is unbearably sexy and you’re going to cum like a train wreck when he grabs you.



He’s back. Again those rough, wonderful, brutal hands are directing me- this time to lift my head, and he’s thrusting my face into a gasmask. That’s not what I was expecting. For a second I balk and he feels it. His grip loosens just a fraction. He’s letting me decide. I’m scared. I don’t know if I can handle being that enclosed- to have my air supply that controlled. A hand can release my throat at any moment. A gas mask…. He’s going to have to unbuckle it to get it off me and when you’re panicking, every second is horrible. This whole exchange takes only a moment, and then I’m pushing my face forward, silently acquiescing to his demands. Yes, I’ll do it. I trust him. I want him. I’m his. Bring it on.



Best decision I ever made.



He kneels down before me so we’re eye level, tightening the straps over my head. With every tug it’s getting harder to draw a breath. I train my eyes on his face- eyes that I know must be huge with trepidation and lust- the quintessential deer in headlights. But he’s not looking at me.



“Breathe…” He commands me, his attention on his hands, and I draw a deep, labored breath so he can hear I’m not suffocating. Well, not really. I’m fighting a mad urge to shake my head- like a tethered wild horse. “Breathe….”



And then, just as he’s getting up, he shoots me one look straight in the eye; dark, severe, and full of intent. I am looking at the Devil. I feel the shock of contact down to my toes. Oh my God, I am really in for it. Then he’s out of my range of sight and my last comfort- the familiarity of his face- is gone. I’m trapped inside the mask, fighting to pull in a full breath, and my body has become his playground. Every sense I have is trained fully on him standing behind me. His hands are pulling me- spreading me open for his pleasure. I’m blushing so hard that my cheeks are burning but it doesn’t matter, because nobody can see it. I’ve become an object. I am a toy. He touches me and I communicate by thrusting myself against his hand. More… More… More… I’m pleading using pure body language.



Whack! I jerk when the flogger hits me. My hips are rolling of their own volition.



“Say ‘Thank you Sir’ when I hit you.” He orders. I whisper the words, but they are lost in the mask.



Whack!



“I can’t hear you!”



“Thank you Sir!” I yell. I’m struggling to enunciate so he can hear me. It comes out muffled and slightly panicked. His mouth is probing me now and I’m writhing in absolute ecstasy beneath it.



The intensity of our play overwhelms me. I’m in tears beneath the mask. He is waging full out war and I am his battleground. The limited oxygen is making my whole body tingle, so every sensation is amplified a hundred times. Then he reaches up and covers the mask with his hand, cutting off my air supply completely. I’m still for a few seconds, holding my breath, but the need for oxygen asserts itself quickly and I suck in desperately, feeling the mask tighten around my face. There’s no air. Again fear surges to the surface and my body struggles against the bonds that hold me still. He hardens perversely inside me in response and drives into me deeper. I grind back against him, taking him in. For a moment I wish I was a fly on the wall so I could see myself as he must see me- bound, naked, vulnerable and struggling.



“Oh, Good Girl…” He rumbles, and I find myself spinning into another orgasm. I can’t remember how many I’ve had already. He releases the mask and I gulp in sweet air, sobbing.



When it’s over, I’m exhausted. I’ve been violated every possible way and loved every minute of it. I lie loosely in my bonds, draped over the bench like a discarded doll. Only my ribcage is moving- desperately sucking in air, trying to still my racing heart. He’s trailing his fingers over my back gently, and it feels like I’m being brushed with the tips of cigarettes. Every nerve is alive to him. When he loosens the buckles and allows me to pull off the mask, it’s a relief and a disappointment all at once. I’m utterly spent but it’s so difficult- returning to myself from the highly sexual object I’d become over the last hour. Then my hot face emerges into the cooler air, and I sigh, closing my eyes. He’s untying the ropes. I lay my cheek against the leather and relax into his care.



It takes an hour for me to stop shaking. The next day, I wake up and run my fingers over the bruises on my wrists and legs, enjoying the thrill of remembering. Two days later, I’m still marveling at the direction the scene took, and how completely I trusted my Dom. I listen to my friends’ stories of mishaps, misplaced trust, and regrets, and I realize how lucky I am to have found the situation that I have.



And now, I’ve reached the end of my story. Again, there are so many ways I could wrap it up. But frankly I’m still exhausted- still processing- and I’ve reached the end of my cleverness for the day. So I’ll give it to you straight. Yes, I am now a huge fan of gasmasks. But I’m particular as to whom I will allow to strap one on me. Surrendering to the objectification and deprivation of your body on that level is a very personal thing. So if I’ve moved you by my story- if you’ve found yourself squirming in your chair and wishing you could duplicate my experience- the best advice I can give you is make sure you find a partner with whom you have the same level of connection. Trust is essential. Make sure your Dom (or you, if you are the Dom) knows what they’re doing and that they have the appropriate level of concern for your well being, both physical and emotional. Oxygen deprivation can be dangerous if not taken seriously. If you have all of those elements you’re going to have one hell of a good time. Take pictures. Or video. Or hell, write an article. I want to hear all about it. Tell me a story….

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