0 comments/ 33979 views/ 1 favorites Community Service By: zack_w Mary was anxious as she entered the big Southwind department store in suburban Seattle. She stopped and looked around as she reviewed what she had planned. She had never done anything like it before, but she needed the money. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then approached the counter that displayed expensive watches. The salesclerk asked, "May I help you?" "Yes. I'd like to see some watches. I'm looking for a gift for my father." Mary pointed at a tray under the counter that held gold watches. The cheapest watch on the tray sold for over fifteen hundred dollars. The clerk looked her over carefully. Mary was dressed in a miniskirt and a sleeveless top. Her top was skimpy and barely contained her large breasts, but it was obviously expensive. The salesclerk nodded and put the tray of watches on the countertop. Mary examined the watches until she found the type she was looking for. It sold for almost six thousand dollars. A man walked up to the end of the counter and started talking to the salesclerk. Mary glanced around nervously. No one seemed to be looking her way. Her hand quickly moved from the tray to the inside of her shoulder bag. Mary turned away from the counter and walked towards the store exit. She could feel her heart pounding, and she fought an urge to run. Just before she reached the exit a hand grasped her upper arm and pulled her to an abrupt halt. "Just a moment, Miss." The speaker was a hard-faced woman in her thirties, dressed as a Southwind salesclerk. "Store security. I want to look in your handbag." Mary blustered, "Why do you want to look in my bag? I haven't stolen anything." "Then there won't be any objection if I look, right?" She opened the bag before Mary could object and started rummaging through it. She held up a gold watch. "Well, well. What is this?" "That's my watch. I bought it two weeks ago." "And you never bothered to take the price tag off? Can it, Sweety. I've been watching you ever since you went up to the counter. You didn't buy anything." The woman produced hinged handcuffs and locked a cuff on Mary's right wrist, spun her around, and locked the other cuff on Mary's left wrist. The move was so swift and unexpected that Mary's hands were fastened behind her back before she could object, much less struggle. "You're under arrest for grand theft." "You can't arrest me! You're just a store clerk." "I'm also a reserve deputy sheriff. I certainly can arrest you." The deputy squeezed the cuffs until they were snug on Mary's wrists, and then gave them one more click so they were just too tight. She made a mental inventory of Mary's assets. Big tits. Narrow waist. Pretty face. Long, honey-blonde hair. This one was definitely a keeper. The deputy renewed her grip on Mary's arm and pushed her towards the back of the store. "Where are you taking me?" Mary asked. Her voice trembled. "To see the Security Director. She'll call the police and file the complaint. You do know you've committed a felony, don't you? You're going to go to prison." Mary was frightened. She blinked back tears. It was so humiliating to be marched through the store in handcuffs. She was relieved when they entered a service elevator and went up to the store offices. The deputy guided Mary into an office and stood her in front of a desk. "Stay there!" she commanded. She picked up a phone and punched some numbers. "I just paged the Security Director. When she gets here she'll call the police, and you'll be in jail about an hour later." Mary started to speak, but was interrupted when the office door opened and a woman entered the room. She was dressed in a suit, with her jacket unbuttoned and open. She had a lean body and high, firm breasts, and could have been mistaken for someone in her late twenties except for the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She gave Mary a long look and then addressed the deputy. "Well, Jackie, whom do we have here?" "She's a thief, ma'am. I caught her with this watch. It's worth more than five thousand dollars, so it's felony grand theft." She gave Mary's handbag to the Security Director, who opened it and took out the wallet. The Director found a driver's license and compared Mary's face and the picture on the license. "Mary, I hope you realize that you're in a lot of trouble." She shook her head. "It's so sad to see a young woman ruin her life with one stupid action." She looked through the rest of Mary's identification. "I see that you're a sophomore at Sacred Heart College. They're very strict, aren't they? Even if you somehow got probation and managed to stay out of prison you would be expelled. And how is your family going to feel when they learn that you're a criminal? If they're paying for you to go to college they must have hoped you would make something of your life." Mary was crying now. "Please, can't we work something out? It would kill my parents if I went to prison." Jackie interrupted. "Not a chance. Southwind has a strict policy of prosecuting all shoplifters. You're going to prison." "Don't be so harsh, Jackie. It would be tragic if Mary's whole life were destroyed because of one impulsive act." "Ma'am, we can't just let her go! That would be wrong. She's got to be punished." "I agree, but it would be a waste if she went to prison. How about community service? Would you do that, Mary? Would you work one night a week for the rest of the semester if it meant that you wouldn't be tried for theft?" "Oh, yes! I'll do anything if my parents don't have to find out about this." She flexed her arms. "Please, would you take the handcuffs off? They're very tight and painful." "In a little while. You do understand that this community service will have to be arranged privately? We can't go through the courts because Southwind would insist that you be prosecuted." The Director turned to her computer and called up a document. She typed for a while and then printed the modified document. "This is a confession, Mary, and you're going to have to sign it. This will make it certain that if you don't do the community service you will go to prison. Take the handcuffs off, Jackie." Mary's hands were dark red and numb. She had to massage them for a while before she could sign the confession. The Director handed a card to Mary. "Be at this address at seven sharp next Wednesday evening. Wear the same clothes you have on now. And understand this: if you aren't there on Wednesday you will be in jail on Thursday." Mary babbled thanks while Jackie escorted her to the elevator. When Jackie returned to the office the women exchanged a high five. Jackie said, "That good-cop, bad-cop routine never fails, Alice. She's a beauty. We'll make a fortune." "I wonder what she'll say when she finds out what kind community she'll service. But who cares? She'll be trapped by then. We make a great team, Jackie." * * * On Wednesday Mary appeared promptly at seven. It would be usual for community service to be performed in an office or some public building, but an apartment building was located at the address Alice had given her. The number of the apartment indicated it was on the ground floor. She rang the doorbell, and was not very surprised when Jackie opened the door. Alice was waiting for her inside. She exclaimed, "You're right on time, Mary. Good girl! If you are always this obedient you'll have an easier time of it." Mary asked, "Is this where I'll be working? And what will I have to do?" "Community service, of course. The community you'll be servicing is made up of middle-aged and elderly men who like to whip or spank young women before they fuck them." "You mean I'll be a prostitute?" "Not technically, since you won't be paid. We get to keep the money, and you get to stay out of prison." "It sounds like you've got this all worked out. I'm not the only woman you've blackmailed, am I?" "Of course not. Why do you think you're here only on Wednesday?" "Are all of the others also shoplifters you caught at the store?" "Yes. Not all of them were as considerate as you and actually stole something, but Jackie is very skilled at planting evidence. It doesn't matter once they sign the confession. But don't worry! Some of the girls actually like being spanked, and maybe you will too. As an additional incentive we let you keep all your tips. If you make the customers happy you can earn several hundred dollars on a good night." Alice continued, "Your first client won't be here for half an hour, so we have time for a training session. Tie her hands, Jackie." Mary resisted for a moment, but then allowed Jackie to cross her wrists behind her back and tie them tightly with cotton rope. "We'd better gag her, too." Alice stuffed a handkerchief into Mary's mouth and held it place with a silk scarf that she tied behind Mary's head. Alice made Mary sit on a small square table while Jackie tied her ankles to a spreader bar. "Now for your initiation into the wonderful world of discipline. Bring her over to this chair, Jackie." Jackie dragged Mary behind a leather covered chair and bent her over the back. She wound her fingers in Mary's hair and held her head down on the seat. Alice flipped up Mary's skirt, exposing black thong panties. She decided to leave them on. The customer would want to rip them off himself. Alice used a riding crop to strike a vicious blow across Mary's bottom. Mary screamed, but the sound was muffled by the gag. Alice paused to admire the red welt that immediately appeared. She sighed with pleasure and hit Mary again. She was rewarded by another scream. Before she could strike again the doorbell rang. "Damn! There's always an interruption when I'm having fun." The video monitor showed Alice a middle-aged man standing outside the door. She activated the intercom. "Yes?" "Hi. I'm Marty. Joe sent me." Alice opened the door and he entered the apartment. "Hello, Marty. Did Joe explain the rules?" "Yeah. No blood, no permanent damage. Anything else is OK." "That's right. Can I have the money, please?" Marty gave her a thick roll of twenty-dollar bills. Alice started to count them. Marty said to Jackie, "Untie her. I like to tie them up myself." Jackie freed Mary's wrists and bent over to untie her ankles. When she straightened up she was looking down the barrel of a 9mm pistol. Marty said, "Party's over, Jackie. Get face down on the floor. You too, Alice." Mary finally was able to get the gag out of her mouth. "You took your own sweet time getting here, Marty. My butt will be sore for a week." "Sorry, kid. But it was worth it. The bug in your shoe picked up everything they said and I've got it all recorded out in the van." He gave Mary some plastic handcuffs. "Truss them up and watch them while I search this place." Mary pinioned Jackie's and Alice's hands. She made sure to pull the cuffs as tight as she could. More cuffs were used to fasten their ankles. Marty searched the apartment and made a collection of video tapes and anything of value. He held up the gold watch. "Look what I found, kid." Alice asked, "Is this a robbery? I don't keep any money here." "It's not a robbery. I'm a private detective. The father of your Monday girl found out what was going on and hired me to stop it." "OK, she can go." "It's not as simple as that, Alice. My client wants retribution." "There's nothing you can do to me that won't hurt the girl too. She really was shoplifting, and Southwind will prosecute. And Mary will go to prison. You may get me on a pandering charge, but that's six months in jail, max." "Mary's in the clear. We really did buy the watch two weeks ago. Ben Franklin persuaded the clerk to misplace another like it so you would think it was stolen. And you're in more trouble than you think you are." "What do you mean?" "Didn't you stop to wonder why the Monday girl's ID said she was twenty one but she was only a freshman in college? The ID was fake. She's only seventeen. Do you know what the penalty is for sexual exploitation of a minor? You two will be lucky if you're out in ten years." Jackie started to cry. Alice capitulated. "OK, you win. What do we have to do?" "My client has a ranch way out in eastern Oregon. You'll go there and do some community service." "Servicing cowhands, you mean?" "Some. But you'll get plenty of fresh air and exercise. Do you know what a ponygirl is? You and Jackie will make a great team." The End Copyright© 2001, 2002 by Zack. All rights reserved. 030101 I welcome your comments. Email me at the link below. Community Service In my story, "Midsummer Fest, Ch.2" there are several references to a 'failed colony' on the planet Sylvan. It was called a debacle and almost killed Project Lifeboat, the interstellar colonization program. This was written to explain just what really happened out there. "The defendant will rise and face the bench!" Ariel stood, her eyes still red from crying but her mouth set in a resentful scowl. From the day of her arrest there really had been no question of what would happen. Now it was only a question of how bad it would be. "You have been found guilty of excessive attempts at privacy and of avoiding surveillance. These are crimes against the general well being and against planetary security. As such they carry a penalty of not less than eighteen months community service. Therefore, I sentence you to a period not less than eighteen months and not to exceed five years. You will be remanded to the custody of the Xenophilian Institute for the duration. Bailiff, remove the prisoner." The gavel banged. Five years? She could spend as long as five years essentially enslaved to some place just for not wanting the International Security Agency listening on her thoughts? Worse, the stalwart woman next to her snapped a leashed metal collar round Ariel's neck and led her away like—like a farm animal! The humiliation was crushing. ***** The Xenophilian Institute was not far by flyer from the courthouse but escaping on foot would be impossible. It grew out of the living granite of an island in a mountain lake. Near freezing water surrounded the place and the nearest shore was but a faint line on the horizon. No, when Her Honor had said one-and-a-half to five years she meant it. There was no getting away from this place. Still tugged along like an unwilling filly, Ariel left the flyer and was handed over to a disdainful-looking young man. He was obviously some underling but he had her by the neck. "I will take you to the baron, now. Once he has briefed you, I will take you to your quarters. They aren't too bad and so long as you obey and cooperate they'll stay that way. Try and get funny with him and you'll find yourself sleeping on straw in a stall. Got it?" Ariel nodded mutely, sighed and tried to keep up as she was led across a central courtyard and through doors under a sign reading, "Xenophilian Institute: Intimate Knowledge of the Unfamiliar." Several hundred meters of corridors and two elevators later, Ariel was tugged into an elegant office, dark with wood paneling and velvet drapery, and released. The walls were covered with large, artistic images of strange-looking creatures. Or were they beings? Looking at them one couldn't tell. At least one or two were decked in jewelry so it seemed likely they were intelligent but the girl had no way to know. She swallowed hard and stood up straight. She might be a slave but she'd see her new taskmaster in Hell before she groveled. "Herr Baron, your new subject. According to the invoice her name is Ariel Brooke." "Thank-you, Hallowell. You may go. Sit down Ms. Brooke. As Hallowell said, I am a baron but that is Herr Doktor Professor Baron von Kreusnach. You will address me simply as Doktor. Understood?" "Yes, sir." The man in the elegant suit took a pair of old-fashioned reading glasses from his pocket, opened, of all things, a paper file Hallowell had handed him and began to read silently. That suited Ariel. The less he said to her the better, she thought. Through the window it was obvious the office was on the top floor of the institute. From here, four or five floors above the landing pad, the distant shore was clearer but even less inviting. Dark pine forest seemed to march clear down to the water's edge with no sign of human habitation. Where the heck was this place? The flyer had had no windows and was obviously very fast. Add to that the fact that the courtroom had been in a small town, quite remote from her home city and it was obvious that whatever the Institute did, it did it in private. Von Kreusnach put the folder down, repocketed the glasses, leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers beneath his chin. "Ariel, have you any idea what you are here for?" "No, sir. I've never heard of the Xenophilian Institute." The older man smiled, somewhat in the manner of an old snapping turtle. "I should hope not. This is a scientific institution but one that, shall we say, does not seek out notoriety. We are engaged in research that is very important to the planet and its place among the planets. We humans were fortunate to be the first to harness the tachyon drive and the jump gates but it turned out that there are some few other species out there that while planet bound are just as civilized or technological as we are. It is the job of the Institute to learn to get along harmoniously with them." "Yes, sir?" "Before you were born, Earth planted its first colony on the planet Sylvan. A situation arose there that, it was thought at the time, required that all connections between the two planets be severed. Now that we have established other colonies, some of which are thriving, the government has decided to reopen communication. But because of the previous—difficulty—we are doing so very circumspectly. The most important issue is a need to understand what happened there in the first place. To that end we are conducting a little experiment." "And I'm going to spend my community service helping? I don't have any scientific training. I'm a sculptor. What am I supposed to do, wash test tubes?" The baron chuckled in, Ariel decided, a most sinister manner. "Oh, no, my dear. Your role in the experiment is far more important than that. But before we get involved in it you need a hot meal, a hot bath and a good night's sleep. Hallowell!" The minion appeared at the door. "Yes, Herr baron?" "Take Ariel to the cafeteria. See that she gets dinner and then show her to her rooms. We will have a busy day tomorrow." ***** In the morning Ariel awoke in quarters that were like the better sort of motel. They had a king-sized bed, some comfortable chairs, and a desk. In the bathroom was a well-equipped make-up kit. At least while she was here they were going to let her stay presentable—so long, she grumbled, as she obeyed and cooperated. The only real oddity of the place she found was in the wardrobe. Her prison coveralls were nowhere to be seen. The only underwear was a selection of thongs and the only clothing a half-dozen caftans. Well, that was peculiar. No lab coats or anything practical that an assistant could work in. She made up her face and dressed. Looking in the mirror brought a little chill to her stomach. The caftan clung to her curves and was thin and stretchy enough that her nipples were obvious through it. She looked bedroom ready! But the baron had said she was helping in an experiment—just what kind of experiment . . .? The door opened revealing a small drone hovering over the threshold. "Ms. Brooke," it buzzed flatly, "you will follow me. In a day or two you will learn your way around the Institute, at least as far as you need, but for now this unit will guide you." Ten minutes following the little flyer brought Ariel to what looked like a well-equipped doctor's office where Herr Baron was waiting. He motioned her onto the examining table. "Ariel, one of the things that got you into trouble with the authorities was your refusal to join the World-Wide Mind. Personally, I think that was a silly thing to do but if it were up to me, you'd still be out there sculpting away. Unfortunately, the ISA considers such behavior antisocial and sent you to me. And now that you're here you can no longer have that choice because you will need to be able to hear radio waves." And with that he clapped an anesthetic mask over her face. Before she could struggle out of his grasp, everything went black. She woke up in Recovery with a headache and nausea. A tall nurse helped her to her feet and to the toilet and then seated her in a wheelchair and told it to return the girl to her quarters. Still groggy, Ariel fell asleep on the way back. That afternoon, Hallowell knocked on her door. "I've brought you some pain killers. You'll probably need them for a day or so while your connection heals." "My connection? Dammit, I don't want a connection! I . . ." Hallowell sneered. "We know. But you don't have any choices any more, remember? You're on community service and since the community, or at least the baron thinks you should have one, you do. Get used to it, Sweetie. It's just the first of the things you'll get whether you like it or not." ***** A few days passed and the surgery quickly healed. But as yet no one told her why she needed to be connected or what they wanted her to do. Nor, for that matter, did anyone attempt to contact her through her new neuro-wiring. Finally, the drone brought her back to the baron's office. He checked the incision on her scalp and the other on the inside of her thigh and nodded to himself in satisfaction. Very good. Ariel heard the words inside her head. And now that you're connected the experiment can commence. Follow me. Another walk down a series of unfamiliar corridors brought the pair through a door and into a gigantic greenhouse. Luxuriant foliage arched over paths that wound between tree trunks of enormous circumference. Looking up she could see that they were actually pillars that ended at the ceiling twenty meters above them. But the impression was one of warm, humid primeval forest. There was even a trickling stream running through it that ended in a pond with strange, alien flowers floating on its surface. This, Ariel, is a reproduction of the surface of Sylvan, the colony we don't talk about. It is here so that Coral Gold-Stripes and his sister will feel at home. Ariel may have been forced into connection but no one was going to force her to use it. "And who or what is Coral Gold-Stripes?" He's above you. Up in that tree. Ariel raised her eyes and dropped her jaw. Sliding down the great bole next to her was a thing of strange and brilliant beauty. If someone took a nudibranch, a sea slug, and enlarged it to the size of a human, it would be the being approaching her. In general it was pinkish red and the array of tentacles on its back did have gold stripes. But saying that would be describing St. Peter's basilica as 'a big church'. Waves of iridescence rippled across the body, never staying the same color from one moment to the next. Arriving at her feet it rose up as a cobra might, twin eyestalks regarding her. Hello, Ariel heard, you smell good. Are you the other part of the experiment? She is, indeed, the baron responded, and I'm glad she pleases you. There was a ripple of amusement in Ariel's head. Oh, all the females of your species please me, just as all the males please our females. It really is the most amazing thing that two such different life forms could find each other attractive. Ariel whirled to the baron. "What does that mean, 'find each other attractive'? Just what kind of an experiment do you think you're going to do on me? What kind of pervert are you?" You'd be amazed. The baron chuckled. When colonists landed on Sylvan everyone thought it was uninhabited. It was not. Fortunately, the Xenobranchs were perfectly happy for a colony to be established. In fact, they were delighted. Against all probability, human pheromones are very arousing to them and they, in turn, give off chemicals that have an aphrodisiac effect on us. This would have been only a source of either titillation or amusement to the government but for one amazing thing. Yes, the alien cut in,it turns out that our DNA is compatible. Within a year of your people landing on Sylvan, offspring of both our species began to show characteristics of the other species. Ariel's eyes grew huge. "No! NO! It can't—you wouldn't—I won't . . ." Now the baron was laughing out loud. Well, now, that's what we want to establish. We know that genetic material was passed from our species to theirs and vice versa but what we don't know for sure is how. You see, Ariel, on Sylvan the humans and the Xenobranchs got so entwined that no one could be sure whether it was done in interspecies orgies or whether it can happen between one member of each. So yes, I intend to, and yes, you will. As far as the law is concerned for the next eighteen to sixty months you, Ariel Brooke, are breeding stock. You are my little brood mare and Coral here will be a very willing stud. At the monstrousness of the idea, Arial fainted. ***** Moments later Ariel regained consciousness. She was a little embarrassed but strangely secure and warm. Looking around she saw that the baron was nowhere in sight and that she was sitting on what, for lack of a better description, was the alien's lap. A tentacle gently stroked her face. It was python strong but baby soft. Surprised to find herself so comfortable, Ariel wondered why she wasn't screaming in terror but the thing that called itself Coral was gorgeously pretty, warm and, it seemed, just a little humorous. "What . . .?" Don't try to talk to me, Ariel. My species is as hearing impaired as yours is scent-deficient. Fortunately, we are natural radio transceivers amongst ourselves. That made it very easy to open communications with your people. The switch is behind your ear so if you pull back on those muscles like you were trying to wiggle your ears we can talk. Ariel concentrated and tentatively tightened the vestigial muscles that perk a dog's ears. Like this? Exactly! Coral squeezed her tightly. Now you not only smell good but we can talk. You—you smell kind of good, too. Kind of—cozy. Ariel found herself unconsciously snuggling deeper into the alien's hold. As she did so the stroking moved from her face down her arms and onto her legs. Then one naughty arm slipped up under her caftan. Coral Stop that! Don't be silly. You like it. I know because I can smell it on you. My scent excites and arouses you. In turn, your pheromones arouse me. We become a closed loop, each making the other hornier. It's great fun. Now a tentacle wrapped around each ankle and spread them apart. Two more imprisoned her wrists and lifted them over her head. Coral, what—what are you doing? I'm going to have you, Ariel, just as I've happily had so many human women back on Sylvan. And, I might add, just as so many human men have had our ladies. Ariel felt her caftan slither up her legs exposing her thong. This was snapped off and tossed aside as the knit material continued its climb up her body. And as the cloth receded, the stroking and fondling began. She knew she should have been outraged but it was, she later decided, like being made love to by a dozen men at once. Tentacles stroked the inside of her thighs, encircled her breasts and squeezed. Her bottom was kneaded and all the while heat spread from the union of her thighs outward. Her face flushed. My goodness, Coral chuckled, your respond well, don't you? Were you quite the sexual enthusiast back home, Ariel? I like that in a partner. Let's see how you like this. The tip of a tentacle began to wiggle up her labia from back to clit followed by another and another. Her labia swelled and moistened. Oh! Oh my gawd! Yes, you monster, I was an enthusiast at home. Oh Coral, don't stop. A tentacle slipped inside her stroking her G-spot. Then it slipped out and pressed against her anus. Before she could protest it was inside, probing around until it hit a spot she didn't know she had. "Ah!" Oh, this is new to you? Well surprise, Ariel, I can reach the base of your clitoris from inside your ass. No one's ever done that, have they? Well, get ready, dear, for the orgasm of your life. As the tentacle pressed and vibrated inside her another took its original place in front. Now assaulted from both ends Ariel's clitoris sent shockwaves through her body. First she whimpered and trembled, then cried out and started to jerk until waves of uncontrollable contractions wracked her again and again. Held tight against the Xenobranch she bucked and thrashed until finally it came to an end leaving her gasping for air. Coral pulled the girl's ankles up next to her butt. Now, he announced, I'm going to take you. This is just the first time, Ariel. Believe me it won't be the last. We're going to have lots of fun together. Something big and stiff pressed against her sex. She gasped as it penetrated her. She'd never had anything that large since a fisting experiment back in art school. Unable to move she felt the Sylvan's organ start to thrust and withdraw. Relentlessly it pounded her, in and out sending her back into first the trembling and then the spasms from before until finally Coral, too, stiffened and convulsed repeatedly and at last relaxed and released her. A long while later she awoke, curled again in the multiple arms. She looked up to see the stalked eyes gazing down fondly at her. That—that was amazing. Coral, is it just as good for the men? If it is I can see how humans might stop having sex with each other and take to your people. There was a wry note in the alien's reply. That's why the Earth government closed off contact years ago. They were appalled that our two species found each other so erotic. They considered it perversion or, at worst, some sort of bestiality. What rot! We might have gotten away with it but then the DNA started to leak from one species to another. Now, of course, most of the Sylvan humans are part 'branch and vice versa. But—but how is that possible? Well, there are two theories. The human theory is that because humans didn't stop having sex with each other we left residual DNA in the women and it then slipped into fertilized ova kind of like viruses do. Or possibly since there's really a lot of interspecies group sex the DNA gets blended during intercourse. It may even be true to an extent. However, we think differently. Our deepest thinkers suspect that when a member of one species has sex with a member of the other somehow the act causes the female of either species to conceive through parthenogenesis. Ariel sat up is shock. You mean I could have a—a clone of myself? Not quite a clone, Ariel. Your daughter will have rather a bit of my genetic material, too. Back home that results in human children being born with hair, eyes and even skin in very uncommon colors. Some of the third generation 'hybrids' grow chromatophores which I'm sure came a great shock the first time a baby went invisible on the changing table. Fortunately it thought the idea was hysterical and the mother was able to hear the giggles. It made for an interesting upbringing, I suspect. What happens to your species? Fur, mostly. And a more numerical/analytical way of thinking. There's even a report of one multi-cross female lactating when her first child was born. So my community service is to act as a test of the theories? What does the baron believe? So far he's sticking with the human version but he's wrong. My sister hasn't told him, yet, but she's pregnant and hasn't been touched by any male but him since we got here. Ariel's eyes grew wide. You mean you could really get me pregnant? Could? Will. It isn't like normal mating, this parthenogenesis. We haven't figured out how it happens, mostly because we're still trying to convince the humans that it does. You'll do that over the next nine to twelve months. And then afterwards? There was a bitter note in Ariel's thoughts. The baron publishes a scientific paper in The Library and I get tossed out as a single mother with a Technicolor kid to raise? That's one Hell of a sentence to community service! Community Service A tentacle slapped her butt hard enough to leave a red mark. Don't be ridiculous! Sylvan is bucolic, not barbaric. You and the child will come back there with Cream and me so that both her child and yours can grow up among little ones like them instead of being freaks or outsiders. And as an artist, that should be something you welcome. Sylvan has woods and minerals unlike any found here on Earth. The raw materials and the unfamiliar landscape should inspire you to new heights of creativity. In time you will become as famous as you are fertile. It's a big planet, Ariel, and it has lots of room for your babies. The alien's words filled the girl with amazement. A whole new planet full of never before seen materials? It sounded like paradise. Wait a minute, you, she fired the thought accusingly at the Sylvan,if chicks like me are getting it on with guys like you, all we're going to have is cloned girls. Eventually there won't be any males to fuck with. Oh,came the response,I'm sure you will find a human man or so attractive enough to bear sons for. Admittedly it may involve one of us, as well, or he might be a second or third generation Sylvan-human who already carries our DNA. So far there doesn't seem to be any shortage of males of either species. And speaking as one, I'm quite happy about it. Now roll over, girl, your scent is getting me all excited again so I think it's time for another breeding. Ariel wanted to resist but her body wasn't having of that. She rolled away from the Technicolor alien onto her belly. Unbidden her legs spread, her back arched and she pushed her pussy up and out. Amusement mixed with desire filled her brain as the Xenobranch slithered up her back and twined its tentacles in her hair, pulling her head back so that she starred up at the trees. More tentacles encircled her breasts, tips tickling her nipples. And again Coral's oversized member was stabbing her labia in an effort to penetrate her. Apparently it was a prehensile as his other arms and soon pushed with in, making the woman moan. Coral began to thrust, slowly at first but in time faster and harder. Pinned and helpless Ariel couldn't have struggled if she wanted to. All she knew was the intoxicating scent, her own burning desire and the pounding beat of the Xenobranch's oversized cock inside her. At first Ariel moaned and whimpered but soon, to her amazement, she wailed like a cat in heat as he clutched her to him and shot a load of alien cum into her—and then rolled off limp. ***** The next morning Ariel was back in von Kreusnach's office screaming with rage. "You complete, utter bastard! I don't give a flying fuck what the judge sentenced me to, I am not a goddam lab rat, hamster, guinea pig or macaque. I'm a human being and my body is my own private business. I am not having a baby in the interests of Science and Interstellar Diplomacy. You call that—that superslug off or so help me I'll—I'll drown myself in the lake!" The baron sat quietly looking at her as she panted in anger for a long while then rose and from a cupboard took a decanter of dark sherry. He poured two generous glasses and handed her one then took a sip form his. "Ms. Brooke, I'm not going to insult you by quoting law, even though it is quite clear that in cases of this sort you are quite wrong. To be perfectly honest, I empathize with your distress, just as I know how helpless you are in the face of the Sylvan chemical onslaught. After all, I experience it myself. Besides, I personally think the 'branchs are wrong. You and Coral are simply going to have a lot of sex, enjoy it greatly and prove that their theory of induced pathogenesis is incorrect and then go back home to live out your life. Having a baby is unlikely in the extreme." Ariel snorted and took a big swallow. "That just goes to show what you know," she continued her rant, "Coral says that Cream is already pregnant and she hasn't had sex with another 'branch since she left Sylvan. That damned—thing—is just as smug about it all as he can be and dead sure he's going to knock me up. I warn you, Herr Doktor, if I get preggers, you've got one dead woman on your hands. I'm not going through with this." Von Kreusnach leaned forward and starred deeply into her eyes, his own glinting like icicles. "Yes. You. Are." The menace in his voice was like a bucket of ice water, chilling Ariel's anger into fear. Then he leaned back in his chair. "Coral told you Cream was pregnant?" "He did!" Cream Rainbow? Yes, darling? Do you have something to tell me? A wash of amusement ran through Ariel's brain. Well, I was going to save it to double the surprise when that cute little girl tested positive but yes, I do. We were right. When our species have sex with each other the female has a very high probability of getting pregnant through parthenogenesis. How, no one knows yet. But it does happen and I'm proof. Ariel soon will be, as well. But, Ariel protested, I don't want to be pregnant. This is my body. I'm the one who is supposed to decide whether I have babies or not, not some remote institute. "Ms. Brooke," the baron switched back to vocal speech, "Presuming the 'branch theory is correct and you do get pregnant, as soon as you test positive I will administer a abortifacient, if that's what you truly desire. And then when your eighteen months is up you will go back to your little garret and return to living on the negative income tax while attempting to get anyone to pay attention to your art." Ariel turned and starred out the window. Suddenly it struck home just what was at stake here. "I won't be able to emigrate to Sylvan if I'm not pregnant?" "Ms. Brooke, Sylvan is still under legal interdict. No one can emigrate there, legally. Cream and Coral came here very circumspectly and they will return the same way. My institute isn't going to pave the way for any normalization of relations between the planets. The very unofficial view is that in another ten or so generations the human and 'brank populations of Sylvan will have merged into one polymorphic species. Perhaps at that time diplomatic contact can be formalized but it will be done through the independent planetary government of Sylvan and the mutual consensus is that since Project Lifeboat's Prime Directive is that no colonies will be established on a planet that already has an intelligent species, no further emigration will occur." The girl put her face in her hands. After a long while she raised her tear-streaked face and in nearly a whisper asked, "Coral said that if I go to Sylvan, the baby will grow up with others like her and that I will have a real chance at getting recognized for my art. But who would take care of the baby while I sculpt?" Ariel—honey— Cream broke in, we 'branchs have known forever that while most females are natural caregivers, a significant portion aren't. But their children deserve love and care just as much so we crèche our young. As soon as an infant is old enough, and it the case of your species that means nursing no more than about four to five times a day, it goes into community care while mother does whatever it is that she chooses to do. Sure, until the little one is weaned you'd be expected to come back in and feed her but by the age of two or thereabouts children live happily with each other, well supervised by adults whose expertise is nurturing. It's worked for us for thousands of years and since your folk showed up, it works for them, too. You just take her home in the evening for some quality mom time and a good night's sleep. They've thrived for four generations, now. Von Preussen rose and retrieved a clean handkerchief. He moistened it in the warm water of the office sink and sitting down next to her tenderly wiped Ariel's face. Then he tucked her against his chest and held her close. Finally, she lifted her face and smiled wanly. "I—I'll have to think this over. It seems like a wonderful opportunity but the price just seems so high. I mean, I'm on community service for eighteen months but a daughter will take eighteen years." Cream answered. Think Ariel. If you just end your eighteen months and go back to the city, you will be back on your own again. If you come home with Coral and me you have us, all the caregivers at the crèche and who knows how many people who will love what you can do with our stone and wood. Sylvan is a planet of horticulturalists and fish farmers. Very few humans take any time for art. You'll be a sensation. And you will have an amazingly talented baby, too. After all, she will mostly be you." "Uh—Herr Doktor? Do you have any scenes of Sylvan?" The tall man patted her shoulder gently. "Much of the planet looks just like Coral and Cream's greenhouse but I do have some seascapes. Here." The paneling on one wall withdrew to show an immense holoscope. The scene seemed to be sunrise over a calm sea. Possibly Sylvan's atmosphere was slightly different from Earth's or possibly its sun had a different makeup from Sol because the colors playing across the clouds were like nothing Ariel had ever seen before. The view swept down the beach where the sand was bands of dark red and ochre. Huge trees grew behind the beach and a broad, rushing stream emptied into the sea. Big fish, colored like ornamental koi, charged up the stream, leaping riffles and small falls on their way to spawn. For one raised in a four hundred meter high apartment block, it was a scene from Paradise. "Oh. Oh—my. I never knew. I never thought . . ." Von Preussen stood and walked over to his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a velvet bag. Undoing the strings he poured out a single stone and handed it to Ariel. "What do you think you could do with this?" Her mouth a silent 'O' of amazement, Ariel turned the fist-sized stone over and over in her hands. How to even describe it? "It—it's like someone combined fire opal and diamond. Is it common? Can you get large pieces?" More amusement. No, it's not particularly 'common' Cream replied, but yes it does come in large pieces. You have to dig in streams for it, something we 'branchs avoid. There may be more than anyone knows because hardly anyone looks for it. Show her the stick, Joachim. Behind his desk was an antique umbrella stand and from it von Preussen took a smooth, twisted waking stick. He handed it too Ariel. "I don't know how common or uncommon that mineral is, Ms. Brooke, but wood like this is very common. The colonists never cut living trees but when they naturally fall, you can imagine the size of the logs." The stick was streaked like Macassar ebony but instead of tones of dark chocolate to tan, this piece was jade green streaked with iridescent black. It spoke to the artist. Everything she'd made from synthetic materials and industrial parts faded away in the glare of pure, natural beauty. She imagined abstract shapes, fluid and sensuous, swirling around to enclose spheres of that wonderful mineral. So intent was her study that she failed to notice when von Kreusnach left the room, when Hallowell left a tray of sandwiches for her and when the sun began to set behind a wall of clouds. She started at the touch of a soft tentacle. Ariel? Coral lifted her chin with the tip of one arm. You're letting perfectly good smoked salmon sandwiches dry out. Come on, girl, eat something. Are you like this often when you're working? Coral, I—I've never seen anything like these. Is Sylvan full of this stuff? Well, yeah. Of course my species is a bunch of bioengineers and performance artists. We do dance and color fields and scent displays. It never occurred to us to make art out of—of stuff. That's why we need you, Ariel, to show us new ways to beauty. We were thunderstruck when you humans introduced us to the idea that eating could be an art form and humans were entranced by our dancing--even without music. We still have so much to learn from each other, Ariel. Absently, Ariel stuck a sandwich in her mouth. Smoked salmon, huh? She wondered how the leaping fish from the video compared. Would they taste as good? Coral, if I have a baby and go with you and Cream, will you stick with me? I really need someone to keep me straight, make sure I eat and got to bed on time. Shoot, I'll probably need someone to remind me to go pick the kid up at the crèche. I get kind of single-minded when I'm sculpting . . . Colors rippled over Coral's tentacles and he filled Ariel's mind with laughter. Somehow I really believe that. You even copulate more intensely than any human woman I've ever met. Ariel, when you focus on something it must be like a laser beam. Yeah, it would probably be a good idea if you came and lived in our tree at least to start. Eventually I'm sure you'll find some guy you like and move back down on the ground but we'll insist that he keep you where we can be close. I—I really like you Ariel. I want to take you home. I want to keep you. A cold though struck the girl when he said that. But—but what if I can't get pregnant? Fat chance of that! Cream's voice cut in, one of the reasons you were 'sentenced' here was that your arrest physical showed that your birth control implant was only marginally working. Your body could well have overridden it. Not that any of that matters. They took it out before sentencing. Let my brother 'have his way' with you and you'll be preggers before the month is out, Ariel, and then we can all go home to Sylvan. Ariel took a breath. There was that scent again, the one she'd first sniffed sitting on Coral's 'lap'. You! She pointed an accusing finger at the tentacled alien. You're trying to make me horny again, aren't you? The voice in her mind was sardonic. Of course I am. I'm male. You're female. I'm horny and you turn me on. What do you expect me to be doing? Oh yeah? Well, I've got news for you, mister—it's working. My room or yours? An arm reached out and gently encircled Ariel's wrist. Mine, he answered, I'm taking you up to my place in the treetop. It's nothing like as high as the one at home but it's good enough for now. We're going to spend the next few days 'topside' and if you aren't 'in the family way' by the time we come down, I'll want to know why. Coral's 'quarters' high in the tree were a surprise to Ariel. Yes, it was kind of a nest but with all modern conveniences. A room was hollowed out of the trunk and floored in soft bark crumbles. The top of the branch that jutted out from it was flat as a sidewalk and lead to another softly lined 'nest' out in the artificial weather. There was plumbing in the room! And when she was done using it, Ariel walked out to the—well it was obviously a bed where Coral waited, his tentacles waving gently, sensuously and filling the air with a perfume that seemed to go straight from Ariel's nose to her crotch without even pausing briefly in her brain. She shivered and then slowly, languorously discarded her caftan and slipped out of her thong. Taking a deep breath, she blew softly at her lover. Yes! Coral responded, that's what we like. The pheromones in your breath are an intoxicant to us. Now lie down here next to me. Ariel responded with a raised eyebrow and a sultry smile. How often had she heard that invitation! From dark men, light men, large men, slight men and not a few women if one were to be honest. And yet, as she complied, she was amazed. I can't believe this, she thought, I'm getting ready to have sex with an intelligent—person, who not only isn't human but doesn't even look mammalian. But I'm so hot for him! And he's going to get me pregnant. Not because I really want a baby but 'for Science'—and because I really, really want to go home with him. This is so weird . . . She wriggled down into the soft, spongy duff and rolled onto her side to reach for Coral. He wrapped half a dozen tentacles around her back and pulled her close. Coral, how do I kiss you? I mean what do I kiss? I can't imagine making love without kissing. This! Came the reply, and the tip of a tentacle brushed her lips. Take it in your mouth, Ariel, and suck on it. It feels so good. Taking a firm grip on the arm, Ariel first licked and then sucked it in all the while mentally thanking the men who coached her on how to give good head. She slowly bobbed and rotated her head around while stroking the muscular tentacle. More of them stroked and massaged her back and squeezed her buttocks and thighs. Coral held her head and ran the tips of arms through her hair and all the time each lover's chemicals drove the other to higher and higher levels of arousal. Finally the girl pulled away. I'm ready now, Coral. Stick it in me! She lay back, lifted her knees and spread her legs. The Xenobranch again reared up and then came down between her thighs, supporting himself on a dozen arms. She reached up and wrapped her arms behind his eyestalks, closed her own eyes and sighed. Let me have it, stud. If the only way I can get to the stars is get knocked up then just jump my bones. Pressure on her sex. Wet and receptive as she was, Coral's member was big and spread her labia wide as it slid inside her. Back in art school, Ariel and her more-lezzie-than-bi roommate had dared each other into trying fisting. Shannon was a small girl and her gloved and lubed hand hadn't taken long to work its way up Ariel's love canal. The sensations had amazed her and she'd come back for more. Now the sensations returned on the phallus of an alien species determined to make her conceive. As he thrust, she bucked up against him trying to pull more of him inside and to milk him for all the cum she could. Plow me, Coral; plant my fertile field. Make me have your baby. Faster and harder they bucked against each other until at last the convulsions hit them both in waves of ecstasy. Coral rolled off and lay there gazing at her. You, Ariel Brooke, are going to be a very popular young lady. Mothers may send their sons to learn from you and males of both our species my line up at your door. You may have to lock yourself in just so you can get any art done. Ha, ha, funny guy. I may make you stand guard while I work—in exchange for favors later on, of course. And now, I'm going to sleep. As am I. Sweet dreams, Ariel. ***** Two orgiastic weeks later, Ariel was again in von Kreusnach's examining room. He drew a small vial of blood from her arm and then ran it into a series of small tubes in an assaying machine. It whirred and hummed for a while before producing a readout. The baron looked at it, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. "Well?" Ariel asked, "Do I have a bun in the oven?" "Mm-hmm," the man answered, "you are one week pregnant and carrying, as expected, a daughter. And Cream Rainbow is likewise pregnant with a daughter and I have to admit that the 'branchs were right and we humans were wrong.. Which is not to say that we were totally wrong. After all, there are plenty of hybrid little 'humanchs' boys as well. It's just that no one on Earth could accept that women could give 'virgin birth' without divine intervention. I now have to write up a Library entry establishing that they can—so long as they have Xenobranch intervention." "So when do I leave for Sylvan and how long does it take to get there?" "It takes two weeks to ride the Space Elevator to orbit but once you're there all you have to do is wait for some dead time in the Jump Gate. Once through the gate, you have another two weeks down to the surface of Sylvan. So call it about five weeks total. You will move into Coral and Cream's tree, unpack your tools and get started." "Oh shit! I totally forgot about my tools. They're still . . ." Community Service "Back in my office. As soon as you agreed to cooperate I had the police retrieve them, give your housing authority notice and bring them here. No, you can be ready to leave in a couple of hours. The flyer will be here tomorrow morning and the three of you will head for the Elevator base." "Aren't you coming?" The baron sighed. "Sadly I am not and it is unlikely that I ever will. I have an institute to run and starting in a month, a new species to begin negotiations for living with. It is unlikely in the extreme that it be as accommodating as the Sylvans. I'm going to miss Cream very much. Best wishes to all three of you, Ariel, or should I say, 'all five'? I'll advise the court that your sentence to community service should be commuted for good behavior. Good-bye, dear girl." Ariel leaned forward and kissed the man on the cheek. Good-bye, Doktor. I know this sound strange, but thank-you and I'll miss you. Community Service at the Courthouse On Thursday, I returned to the courthouse for my first day as a file clerk in juvenile court. I wore my favorite low rise jean mini-skirt with lacy black tank top. As I approached the building I noticed an elderly man struggling to open the door, so I ran to hold it open. “Thank you, young lady.” My mouth fell open as I realized this smiling man was the mean old judge who hated me. I watched him enter the door to the juvenile court’s office and waited until he was gone. I then signed in for work and reported to my supervisor. Mrs. Stoner introduced herself and showed me around the office. She introduced me to all of the staff and legal aids. I don’t believe it was for the purpose of being friendly as much as making sure everyone knew who I was and why I was there. It was very humiliating, none, the less. She showed me to the mailroom and gave me the pile of mail to distribute. Office to office I was free to roam about the building. If a judge didn’t have their door closed, I was allowed to go straight inside and deliver their mail. I approached Judge Freeman’s office and it was ajar. I lightly knocked on it but heard no response. The judge had fallen asleep in his leather chair while reading some legal paper. Who could blame him?I placed his mail in his inbox and left. Since court wasn’t in session, I cut through the courthouse to reach the other. However, I couldn’t help myself, I just had to see what it was like to sit in the judge’s chair. “Shame on you for being with men and boys in the middle of the night. Shame on you for loving how it feels to have a dirty old man touch you where you shouldn’t be touched,” as I pinched my nipples. “Young lady, you are bad, bad, bad. You have probation. You will be my slave. You bad little girl.” I giggled and raised my legs ontop of the desk. “Uh hmmm,” I heard someone from behind. “Do you aspire to be part of the judicial system one day young lady?” I was completely dumbfounded. “Uh uh…” He stumbled past me to retrieve the reading glasses he left on the desk. I slid past him and looked down on the floor trying not to smile. I then ran out the door and finished my mail delivery without incident. After my shift, I ran to the badge office to say hi to Mr. Washington. He was already locking up when I reached his office. “Hi Mr. Washington.” “Well, if it isn’t badge #304, my favorite number.” “How was your first day?” “Boring.” “Well, it’s usually not as exciting as last week was now. That was a special day for Mr. Washington. I love to look at your little picture sometimes. I should have taken more but they were for the badge. As pretty as you are you should be a model?” “Really? I love having my pictures taken. Modeling would be ok I guess. Modeling for you though would be sweet.” “ One day you come in and Mr. Washington will some fine pictures with 304 ok, baby?” “What kind of pictures Mr. Washington?” she whispered and smiled. “We’ll see. Next time. Come on young lady, I’ll walk you to the bus.” Today was the day Mr. Washington promised to take pictures of me. I wonder what kinds of things we’ll do together? Will he only take pictures of me or will he be in them too? I hope it will be both of us. I ran passed the long line to his office as soon as I got off the bus. Although I was all hyper and excited, Mr. Washington’s professional composure made me want to crack up. “5:00?” I whispered? “No actually 4:00. I arranged with Juvenile to have you help here the final hour. OK young lady.” “Cool, bye see ya at 4:00.” I rushed through my list of things to do. After delivering the mail and making copies, I was summoned to Judge Freeman’s office. “Young lady, could you kindly return the pile of books on the floor into the wall? I’m afraid I am unable to climb up the ladder. They are numbered by year and volume. I can help you.” “Yes sir.”They were all state law books that looked like encyclopedias. The judge handed me the books and steadied the ladder as I placed them in their proper order. It was a short five-foot ladder and I was not that far above the old man since he stood 6-4 so I didn’t feel too funny about him looking up my skirt, until I had to reach to the top level for the final book. I climbed the final two rungs on the ladder and reached up to the top level where the book left the space. I turned around and as I began to climb down I froze as I realized I was most to the ceiling. As I looked down at Judge’s baldhead, I started to panic. I sat on the rung and Judge looked up at me. “What’s wrong?” “I can’t move. Yes you can. Just move your feet down to me. I’ll place it on the ladder.” “I’m scared.” “First of all, you need to turn around. You can’t climb down a ladder facing forward.Turn around. I’m right here.” Tears began to stream down my face as I attempted to release the grip my hands had around the sides of the ladder. I felt the judge’s strong hand grab my ankle.” “Relax your ankle, hun. Come on. Now scoot down the ladder and I’ll place your feet on the rung.” Judge Freeman gasped as he placed my left foot on the rung. He had a clear view up my skirt and was able to see my ass as well as my pussy lips since I didn’t wear underwear for Mr. Washington. He looked away and I was able to climb down the rest of the way. Both of us were out of breath after I reached floor level. “Sir, are you ok?” “Yes, of course. Of course.” “Judge Freeman you were so strong and smart. Thank you for helping me down the ladder. I reached over and hugged him. You made me feel very safe.” He melted and sighed during my hug. And held me tight against his chest. His hand wiped the tears from my face and I lightly kissed his cheek. “Thank you, I whispered.” Since he didn’t refuse my kiss, I kissed him again and this time he closed his eyes and enjoyed my shower of kisses. I leaned into his burly chest and nuzzled his neck and kissed on his chest. “You were so nice to me.” I whispered as I kissed his chest and nipples. “Ohhhhh,” he sighed. His hands gripped my face and he stuck his elderly tongue out for me. I slipped my tongue in his mouth. His tongue bathed my neck and ears and while it was not the most romantic or sensual thing I’ve ever felt, his grunting was turning me on. Then he pushed me down to my knees and pushed my face into his crotch. I opened my mouth and felt his hard cock through his slacks. “Ohhhh yes” he whispered. He rubbed his hard old cock on my face and dry humped my mouth. I squatted up and unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down. I was not surprised to see a large tent to substantiate the strength Judge Freeman showed me on the ladder. My tongue traced his hardness and he smiled in approval when I kissed his balls. As the judge pulled his cock through his boxers I smiled. It was definitely one of the best looking cocks I have ever seen. His cock did not look like an old man’s cock at all. It was around eight inches long with a pink tint to it. My tongue licked the dripping and leaking pre-cum from his shiny bulbous head. “Mmmmmm” I moaned as I bathed his incredible cock. I loved the taste of his old prick juice leaking in my mouth. My tongue danced around the head and I felt it expanding wider in my mouth. The judge pulled his cock out of my mouth. “You are exquisite young lady.” He stated as he pulled his cock over his boxers and I pulled them down the rest of the way. Now I had complete access to his shaft and balls. Judge Freeman rubbed his cock along my lips and I kissed the head. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out to receive his perfect cock. My hand began to fondle his balls while he rubbed his cock on my tongue. He then began to thrust his hips toward my face and pushed his cock further inside my mouth. My hands pushed his ass to swallow more of his cock while he held my long brown hair. “Uhhhh uhhhhh uhhhh”his grunts were increasing as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. I moaned as I sucked and slurped his honor’s cock. His sweet precum was freely flowing and I couldn’t wait to taste his cum. He grabbed my hair and fucked my face for an eternity before I finally felt him cum on the back of my throat. “UUUUUUUUUUUhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” as he held his thick cock inside my mouth. I choked on his copious jism and smiled as I swallowed his cum. I kissed and licked the rest of his cum from his cock. “Ohhhh Judge Freeman, your cock is incredible.” I kissed on his cock as I pulled his shorts back up. I then pulled his pants on, tucked his shirt back in and buckled his pants. “Did you enjoy my thank you Judge?” I kissed him and invaded his mouth with my tongue. I must go now. I have an appointment at 4:00 in Administration. Mr. Whitaker’s office was locked so I knocked lightly on the door. His sign read out of office return 8:00 am. I heard the door jiggle and could hardly stand myself as the door opened but was surprised to find another black man open the door. “I’m sorry. I’ll come back another time.” “Are you Whit’s young lady? Come on in doll. We’re expecting you.” I almost left when I realized another man knew what I was doing there. My nervousness was not subsided when Mr. Whitaker came from the back of the office. “Well there’s the loveliest young lady in the county.” “Who is he Mr. Whitaker?” “Oh baby, he’s the picture taker. Don’t be afraid. Old Mr. Whitaker is gonna take care of you ok? You and I gonna have a nice time together. I been thinking about you every day. You been thinking about Mr. Whitaker?” I nodded my head. “Ok baby, go to the back of my office back there. You’ll see where we’ve set up.” As I walked in the back, I saw three wrapped boxes with my badge number on it. I smiled then ripped open the first box to find a white sheer lacy teddy with matching crotchless panties and stockings. The other box had a pair of silver stiletto heels. The final box had a portable cd player. “Am I wearing these for you Mr. Whitaker?” He grabbed my hand and kissed me, “I had hoped so. I thought white was appropriate as you are my angel.” I picked up the outfit and walked into his office to change. I placed my ear against the door and heard the men in the other room talking about shots, angles and positions they wanted me in. “Whit, are you sure she’s not going to squeal?” “No way, she’s here for part of her sentencing. If she fails then she’ll get in big trouble with Freeman. So she won’t say a word. Whit’s gonna have a grand ole time with this one. I’ll take care of her. Don’t you worry.” Mr. Whitaker came to the door and lightly tapped, “Are you ready baby?” He then let himself in and saw me sitting in the chair. “Whatcha doing baby? I’m waiting out here for you.” “I don’t feel comfortable about this Mr. Whitaker. Can’t that other man leave?” “Didn’t you say you wanted me to take some sexy pictures of you? Well, Mr. Anderson is going to take the pictures instead?” Mr. Whitaker then closed the door and walked over to me. His strong but gentle hand reached out mine and he raised me out of the chair. He twirled me around to get a better view of my sexy outfit. “Mmmmmm, you make Mr. Whitaker happy. Look at you. You are an angel. Mmmm Mmm Mmm. You should have your own magazine” I smiled, “Really, you think I look like one of those sexy models?” “Young lady, you look better than Carmen Electra. Damn, you are so hot. Why don’t you show me how nice you look? Do a little dance for me while I sit in this chair. You come and take my clothes off for me.” “What about the other man?” “Forget about him baby. This is all about you. OK?” “Now come here and let me watch you be your lovely self.” I carefully walked in my stilettos swaying my hips and twirling around the room and towards him. “Turn around and touch your toes” I turned around and bent over and his hands rubbed my thighs and ass. The calluses scraped my skin like sand paper. Then I swung around and kissed him on the lips and slithered my tongue into his mouth. I took off his bi-focals and began to unbutton his uniform shirt. As I pulled his shirt off, I bent over and licked his nipples and kissed his chest. I felt his hardening black cock pocking my ass as I grinded my crotch against this thigh on the easy chair. Mr. Whitaker then pushed me down off the chair and directed me to the floor. “Take my shoes off.” I turned around on the chair and bent over to unlace this work boots. His hands caressed my ass while I untied his laces. I raised up but could barely stand while his hands caressed my thighs and ass. I pushed my ass back toward his face, but he pushed me back down…. “not yet my angel. In due time.” I sighed in lustful frustration and continued to pull his boots off. As I bent over further, his fingers began to rub the outside of my pussy. “Mmmmmmmmmmmm” I moaned. I hadn’t even noticed that Mr. Anderson had snuck into the room while I was kissing his chest. Mr. Whitaker continued to rub his fingers along my lips. His finger easily slipped inside my pussy and he rotated it around my sopping shaved cunt. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back to his chest and slipped his juicy finger in my mouth. I licked and sucked my teen juices off his finger to the gasp of the photographer who was clicking away. I then took Mr. Whitaker’s hand and stuck it back in my pussy then sucked my juices off again. Mr. Whitaker then began to rub his cock into my back and began to pull and pinch my nipples. I so wanted to just pull that big black cock out and fuck him right there but he wouldn’t let me touch his cock. I was so hot and wanted to be fucked I thought I would just scream. He pushed me off his lap and I spun around to face him. I leaned over and we shared a long passionate kiss while the shutter continued to flicker. I licked and kissed my way down his chest and large belly to his belt. As I grabbed this belt buckle, Mr. Whitaker raised his hips to allow me to take his pants off. His cock popped out from his white briefs and slapped me on the side of my face with a thud. I looked up at him and laughed then leaned over to kiss his experienced cock. The photographer who was right behind Mr. Whitaker in the chair, then whispered, “Stick your tongue out baby.” I looked up at Mr. Whitaker and he nodded in approval. “Just look at me baby. It’s all about you and me ok?”I smiled while Mr. Whitaker’s cock was still leaning against my face. My tongue stuck out of the side of my mouth and I faced the camera as slowly grazed his long black cock with my small tongue. Mr. Whitaker grabbed my face away from his cock. “Not yet, young lady.” I smiled at him and continued to quickly pull his pants down and take the rest of his boots and socks off. “Ok, now you’re naked. Fuck me.” “Baby, I don’t fuck young white girls. What kind of man you think I am?” “Oh yeah? I bet you’ll fuck this one?” as I lay on the floor and rolled around humping and grinding myself against the floor. I then raised a leg on the chair for him to see my swollen wet pussy. My hands pinched and pulled my nipples. I then rolled over on my hands and knees and rubbed my pussy from behind. I watched him lick his lips as I plunged two fingers into my pussy and began to fuck myself. I arched my back and circled my clit with my fingers then reinserted them inside me. I held them out to Mr. Whitaker who no longer had the strength to tease me and he dove down at me from the chair. His tongue bathed my fingers clean. He then posed me in various positions for Mr. Anderson. First he spread my lips real wide and plunged a few fingers inside but wouldn’t fuck me with them. I moaned in frustration and tried to satisfy myself but he swatted my hands away from my own pussy. “Not yet angel. Be patient ok?” Then flipped me on my hands and knees and spread my ass for the camera. I almost passed out when I felt his soft wet tongue lick my ass and then circle my pucker hole. Mr. Whitaker indulged himself in giving me a rimming and felt that familiar feeling. Mr. Anderson told Mr. Whitaker to stick his tongue in my ass which set me off. My first wave came so hard that I pushed myself back on Mr. Whitaker. “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh GOD Mr. Whitaker. I’m cumming already.” Mr. Whitaker replaced his tongue with a finger and sucked my cum juices which started another wave of climax. I began to hyperventilate and came close to passing out. Mr. Whitaker and Mr. Anderson continued to pose and photograph me. I was on my hands and knees on his desk while his cock was the entrance of my pussy but he would not enter, I was so hot for him to enter me. Then he had me masturbate for the camera some more but would allow me to cum. Then I stripped the rest of my clothes off and they shot me totally nude in about the same poses. Mr. Whitaker dressed me in his uniform shirt then laid me back on the coffee table. Finally he let me lick his balls while he stood over me on the table. I stroked his long cock while his balls hung low on my face. He then spun me around and arched my back over the table. Mr. Whitaker reached under the table and pulled something out of a bag. While my body was completely arched over the coffee table, Mr. Whitaker plunged a flexible purple dildo into my pussy. I was so excited to finally have something inside me that I spread my legs as wide as I could. The room was filled with the sloshing noise my pussy gave as he fucked with me that toy. “Turn over” I felt him tonguing my ass as he continued to fuck me with the purple toy. “ “Hmmmmmm” I knew I was close again. Then he replaced the toy with a vibrating dildo. “Whit, look at the camera while u tongue that pink asshole. Oh yeah…fuck that’s hot.” As he continued to fuck me the dildo kept vibrating against my clit and I started to cum again. I held onto the table for dear life and screamed as that wet tongue continued to bathe my ass. My legs and body shook with orgasm and I was completely spent. They let me drift to sleep a bit and they continued to take pictures with various props. I relaxed on the couch as they dripped wax and chocolate on me which felt incredible. “Ok. Mr. Anderson, we have enough pictures I think. My baby deserves her reward.” Mr. Whitaker joined me on the couch and he kissed and cuddled me. We wrapped our legs around each other and passionately kissed and felt each other. Mr. Whitaker gently kissed my neck and licked my ears with no noise from the camera. Just passionate love making. He slowly covered my body in kisses and gentle licks. I shook when he took my nipple in his mouth and circled it with his tongue. He gently pulled it with his teeth and it stood in attention. He was an incredible attentive lover whom made me completely insatiable. Mr. Whitaker then made his way down my body and kissed my inner thighs for an eternity. He sniffed my glistening pussy and kissed it slowly. “Mmmmmmmm damn girl you taste so good to me.” As he gently lapped my dribbling cunt. “Ohhhhhh” I groaned as I felt his tongue swirling my clit then licking up and down my pussy.” I raised my hips and wrapped my arms around the arm of the couch. As I did my hand brushed against a hairy leg. I looked up and saw Mr. Anderson completely naked stroking his small black penis. I closed my eyes as Mr. Whitaker sucked and pulled gently on my clit with his tongue. I held on tighter to the couch and started to buck into his face harder. My fourth orgasm hit me the hardest and longest and I yelled and panted in satisfaction. “AAaAAAAAAAAAAAArrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” Then he climbed ontop of me and slowly inserted his long cock inside me. I could hardly move but that didn’t stop this sexy grandfather of seven. He slowly thrust his cock inside me and then pulled out. I was shocked when he got off top of me and signaled me over to him. He laid back on the couch. Community Service at the Courthouse “Lick your pussy juices off me.” “Ohhhhhh,” I heard Mr. Anderson. I climbed ontop of him to bathe his cock with my tongue. He smiled and winked at me as his hands were placed behind his head. I licked his shaft and sucked his head. It’s so long that I was unable to fit it all in my mouth though it’s thickness was easily accommodated. I sucked and licked his balls. I got hornier when I heard Mr. Whitaker moan in approval. “Ohhh baby, that’s right. Right there.” As I licked his head while fondling his balls, he raised his legs to give me better access and I bent over to lick under his balls down to his ass. I felt him knead my ass and spread my cheeks while I sucked his cock. I had never given Mr. Whitaker a blow job. I just wanted to take his old cum and make him happy. I sucked that old cock and loved feeling his hands on my ass. As he was getting hot I felt his hands holding and guiding his cock in and out of my mouth. I moaned in pleasure as I started to taste his precum. “Mmmmmmmmm” “You want more of Mr. Whitaker doll?” Mmmm hmmmm as I nodded my head. As Mr. Whitaker held my head tighter and thrust his hips faster in and out of my mouth, I felt a tongue circling my asshole. I tried to raise my head but Mr. Whitaker held me tighter. His approval made me so more horny and we both moaned together. The invading tongue licked my ass and inserted itself in my pussy several times. I could hardly breathe as Mr. Whitaker was now stuffing his cock deeper. My pussy was receiving a great tongue fuck and I was beginning to have another orgasm. I then felt Mr. Anderson slip his tiny cock into my pussy. I tried to object but Mr. Whitaker then blew his load into my mouth as his friend was now fucking me from behind. They hollered at each other and to me. I tried to swallow all of his load but it was large for his age. I coughed and gagged some of his cum onto his cock and he continued to hold me down on his cock. Mr. Anderson was now in his rhythm and held onto my hips tighter and fucked me furiously hard and fast. Then he wrapped my legs around his waist. The faster he fucked me the more he pushed my clit into action. I raised myself from Mr. Whitaker and arched my back as me and Mr. Anderson came together. Mr. Anderson didn’t stop fucking me after he came. He thrust inside me a few times, then rolled his cock around inside our mingled juices before he gently place me back on the couch. He spread my legs then took photos of his handy work as I laid ontop of Mr. Whitaker completely spent. Mr. Whitaker fingered my cum filled pussy and made me lick it clean for the camera. He dipped his finger inside me again and spread the mingled juices on my mouth and lips. I then turned around and kissed his lips and tongued him with his friend’s essence on my tongue. “Damn, woman. You are so tasty.” As dipped again and we shared his cum laden finger together. We kissed after ward and enjoyed our drunken lustful taste of interracial and mature passions. “You’re my girl right?” “Yes sir.” “Now go take a shower so no one smells our funk ok?” Mr. Anderson followed me to the shower to get a few shots of me showering. His little pecker got hard again and he couldn’t stroke himself while he was watching me. So I teased him a bit. “Mr. Anderson you have a hard willie again.” “Why don’t you come inside here and help me shower?” “No I can’t. You’re Whit’s girl. He’ll kick my ass.” “Well you just fucked me.” “That was different. We had an agreement.” “Please? Please. Help me shower.” He set the camera down as he sighed reluctantly. As soon as he was in the shower I soaped his cock and cleaned his crotch. I rubbed his balls with the soap and loved watching his eyes roll back in pleasure. I rolled his balls in my fingers and caressed his ass with my thumb. “Ohhhhh” as he started to hump in my hands. I stroked his tiny slippery cock. His breathing was rapid but he held his breath when he felt my thumb slide inside his ass. I found his magic button and watch him spew lava from this dwarf dick. It hit across the shower and he stumbled back against the wall. Mr. Anderson left the shower, gathered his camera then left me alone. When I went to Mr. Whitaker’s desk, they were fully dressed and looking over the digital pictures on the computer. Since it was an hour past the bus run Mr. Whitaker had me call my mom and told her that the bus broke down and I’d get a ride home from a security guard at the courthouse. She was fine with that. As I stepped out of his truck, Mr. Whitaker waved at my mom. “Have a nice evening, young lady.” “Bye Mr. Whitaker see you Tuesday.” That night in my room. I dug in my packback for my Comp I book. Inside was a card addressed, “my young lady. You are my love angel. Yours, Whit.” He had four $100 dollar bills inside there.