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Minx

By: withatwistor2



I was in a mood. Normally, I am a pretty level headed guy with control of my temper but not tonight. I was taking it out on everyone and it was apparent. 

Twice a year our church puts on a show. It can be dramatic, funny or even a musical but it is a good way for some of us to release our creative juices and for the rest to get away for an evening. 

As we were working on this year’s Christmas show, things settled into our normal routine. I was directing the play as usual and the regular cast of actors was there to fill the roles. I cannot sing or dance and I am completely tone deaf. I am not sure that I can act in a role that has little direct relevance to my life experiences but I have great attention to detail and I try to be honest and fair in my opinions and decisions. This seems to be the ideal makings of a severely amateur production director so I am it. 

Rachel came over to me, “Ross, is there some kind of problem? Is there something we should know about? The entire cast is upset.” 

“No Rachel, it’s just some unrest at home. I tried not to bring it in here but I guess I failed. Sorry.” 

I shouted out, “Sorry, everyone! I’m just not in it today. Let’s try again on Tuesday.” There was a bit of murmuring but the cast and crew picked up their hats and coats and straggled out. I just sat and watched, not wanting to move.

It was quiet in the Church basement as I sat on the stage at the far end of the hall. I startled as a hand came down and touched my shoulder. I was in my own little world and thought I was alone. 

“Sorry to interrupt. I thought that you could use a friendly ear.” Rachel was standing beside me, offering a cup of bad but hot coffee. I accepted as she sat across from me at the kitchen table we were using for one of our sets. 

“So tell me. Unburden yourself.” 

I didn’t know where to start and Rachel and I only know each other from these plays and some other church functions. We really aren’t friends. “It’s personal Rachel. Just between Jan and me.” 

“Oh, those kinds of problems. Ross, sometimes it helps to have a sympathetic ear.” 

“I am not sure that you would be sympathetic. Jan thinks I am a pig. You are a woman. You will probably see her side.” 

“This could be interesting. Come on, give me a try. I could surprise you.”

Something about Rachel and her attention brought it all out in me. Once it started, there was no containing it. My problem was one that continued to re-occur. Jan and I love each other and enjoy each other. Our love life is very good but sometimes our sex life isn’t. I don’t know if that makes sense but I think it is usual in this day and age. 

Like most marriages, sex is mostly under the wife’s influence. We have sex when Jan is in the mood and in a way that she is in the mood to play. Usually this is pretty good and frequent enough for my needs as well but there are times when I like to be in control and have Jan react to my needs and desires. We have tried this some but she cannot let go and just enjoy. Everything still has to be within her control.

Rachel surprised me by telling me that she understood if from a different perspective. Brian, her husband, enjoyed sex with her but everything was so proper and correct. It was as if he was always asking her permission with each touch or act. She felt that if she told him to stop in mid copulation, he would just jump up and get dressed. While there was passion, there seemed to be no excitement, no real lust. 

I told her that this is what Jan seems to want, to be able to tell me no at anytime and have me just stop. Most of the time, this is fine but occasionally, I need her to surrender to me and to that kind of excitement and lust that causes her to lose control. 

At this point Rachel just let out a low moan, “Mmmmmmm!” 

I looked at her in surprise. She shook her head and then said, “I can see it. You enjoy directing our plays because we in the cast are under your control. The control is mostly benevolent and what you do is help us to be better in our roles but you are in control. You enjoy it. You enjoy having us do as you say. I love participating in these little productions because I can be someone else. I no longer have to be the corporate executive, adoring wife and loving mother. I am released and I am under your control. I do what you tell me and I love that.” 

“Rachel, perhaps, I am being dense but I don’t understand.” 

“Ross, it’s simple. After every one of our rehearsals, I go home with damp panties. I just thought it was from playing someone else but now I realize it was from you telling me what to do in that role as well. I bet you try to become more directive at home and get really frustrated by Jan while we are doing these productions. I bet you leave here with an erection every night. Am I right?” 

“Rachel we are in the church basement. This isn’t a proper subject.” 

“Don’t avoid the question, Ross. Answer it and it will release you.” 

“Okay, Rachel. You’re right. I go home on rehearsal nights with a hard-on and want to take advantage of my wife but the more I want to take her the less she wants it.” 

“See Ross, we have quite a lot in common. Perhaps we can help each other with our mutual problem.” I thought about this and as I thought, there was a stirring in my loins.

Smiling at me with a wicked glint in her eye, Rachel took my hand and told me, “Treat me to your imagination. What do you want from Jan? Let me to do it for you.” 

I couldn’t help myself. The cat was mostly out of the bag anyway so I just let it all go. “When I am in a mood like this, I want her to be my little minx. Just like a cat in heat, begging for and purring at my every touch. Constantly rubbing up against me, touching and caressing me to arouse me and make me want to use her. She is to excite me, arouse me, make my cock hard and keep it that way when we are together. She is to do this by touching, caressing and kissing me, by talking dirty telling me all the naughty things she needs me to do with her, and by looking wanton and slutty. In return, I am free to touch her and talk to her any way that the mood strikes me. She is mine to use and expose and explore until I feel like giving her the pleasures she needs.” 

With a smile, Rachel got up and told me, “Stay here, I will be back in a bit.” She went back stage and then to the ladies room. 

Telling Rachel all this had given me a throbbing hard-on. In the back of my mind, I hoped that it would excite her like it does me and we would be tearing each other’s clothes off and romp on the big feather bed at the center of the stage we were using for the production’s final scene. 

As time passed, I realized that, of course, this wouldn’t happen. She was just letting her shock at my admissions pass. She was being polite, she asked what was on my mind and it would be rude to show her shock. Besides we are in the church basement, nothing like that could happen here. 

After about 20 minutes, I just got up and was about to leave. She either wasn’t coming out of the ladies room until I left or she slipped out without me realizing it. 

As I was reaching for my coat, Rachel slipped out from behind the background curtains and snuggled up against me, asking “Where are you going, Ross? I thought that you wanted to play with me?” 

Her hand caressed the length of my hardening cock through my pants as she whispered in my ear, “I need you to use me. My pussy is so wet and it needs to be filled with your big cock. Tell me what to do. I am your little plaything, your little minx.” She licked the inside of my ear and gently nibbled the lobe, purring. 

I pushed her away at arms length and said, “Let me look at you. Are you wanton enough?” I walked slowly around her taking in the sight. 

Rachel has a long, lithe look to her. Slim with long, lean legs and arms, boyish hips, a narrow waist and surprisingly big tits. She has a long graceful neck and a diamond shaped face with sharp features. 

She is all together an attractive suburban mom but not startling or head turning. Until now. Her long dark hair was pulled up into a ponytail which cascaded off the top and side of her head just like the TV bimbos of our youth. She has sparkling, dark eyes that were enhanced by the heavy application of black eyeliner, mascara and dark eye shadow. Her full lips were bright and smoothly glossy with a heavy application bubblegum pink lipstick. Well manicured fingernails sported matching pink polish. 

She availed herself of our production wardrobe. The costume she chose accentuated her look. She was wearing frilly white ankle socks and shiny black spiked heel pumps. Her long, smooth legs were bare and exposed up to a very short black skirt, which hugged her boyish hips beautifully. The blouse she wore was made of a stretchy white material and obviously a couple sizes too small. It hugged her tits and was stretched so taut that I could see the large dark nipples which covered the entire front of her tits. 

Her tits were like the rest of her, long and slim. When supported by her bra they projected well out from her body but bare and without support, they sagged down on her chest. This only enhanced their sex appeal as I imagined how they would look dangling over my face with Rachel riding my cock or how they would sway as I fucked her from behind treating her as the lusty animal she is. 

As I slowly circled around her, evaluating and enjoying the spectacle of her dressed as a slut, she was shaking with barely contained excitement and it made her tits wobble wonderfully under the sheer material of her top. 

She was delectable and so ready for me to use but this wasn’t the best part. The part that made my cock twitch and drool from wanting her was the collar around her neck. It was a black leather collar with rhinestones. A very large cat collar left over from our version of “Cats”. It made her a true minx.

I stepped up behind Rachel and pressed my hard cock against her ass as my arms circled her and my hands gripped and squeezed her soft, dangling tits through her well stretched top. She gasped and pushed her ass back onto my hardness, slowly swaying it side to side. I nibbled and licked my way up her long neck and whispered into her ear, “Very good, my little minx. You look like you want to get fucked. I especially like the collar. It marks you as the wanton, slutty minx that you really are. My wanton, slutty minx.” 

A low groan escaped her, “Uuuhhhhh!” as I tweaked her hard nipples and she replied, “I’m glad you like the collar. I hoped you would. I will wear it anytime we are together to play.” 

The image made my cock twitch and she noticed and pushed back harder, burying my hard, throbbing cock in her ass crack. I asked, “Are you ready for me, baby? Are you ready to be my little plaything and do as I tell you?” 

One of my hands trailed up her smooth, bare thigh and under the front of her short skirt while the other kept pinching and squeezing her hardened nipple. My hand slid across her velvety, soft inner thigh and to the steamy heat of her sex. Like a good little minx, she wore no panties to interfere with my play. My fingers delved into the cleft of her slippery lips and brushed lightly across her engorged clit. 

A shiver passed through Rachel’s body and she moaned, “Ooooohhhhhhh!!!! I will do anything you tell me. I am your little minx, your sexual playtoy. Anything you want.” 

I felt a need to test our “arrangement” and see just how compliant Rachel would be. I turned her around and pulled her tight. I slid my hands up under the back of her skirt and cupped each of her ass cheeks. Squeezing them, I kissed her pressing my lips hard against hers and invading her mouth with my tongue. She responded by twinning her tongue with mine and pulling me tighter, spreading her legs and humping her pubis against my thigh just like a cat in heat. 

I broke our kiss and looked into her lust filled eyes and asked, “What do you need, slut? What does a minx in heat need?” 

She replied, “I need this,” as she reached between us and slowly unzipped my pants. 

We both looked down and watched as she reached into my open fly and released my hard, drooling cock and churning balls. It looked do decadent and nasty to have my cock wrapped in her long slender fingers with the girlish bubble gum pink nails. 

One hand slid up the length of the shaft and she used her thumb to rub a drop of pre-cum off the tip only to cause more of the sticky fluid to trickle from the tip. The other hand caressed and tickled my hanging balls. 

Looking back up at me she whispered, “It’s so big and thick. I can’t get my hand all the way around it. I need your big, thick cock. I need it in my mouth, my pussy and my ass. I need to taste your cum and I need you to pump your cum into my pussy and my ass. I need it so bad.” 

Very pleased and very excited, I stepped back pulling my cock from her hand. With a wicked grin, I told her, “Show me how bad you need it. Start by pulling up your top and playing with your tits.” 

She reached down and moved to pull the top completely over her head but I reached out and stopped her. She looked up quizzically. I told her, “You look so much sluttier exposed but with your clothes still on. 

Smiling, she nodded and pulled up the front of her blouse and exposed her sexy tits. She cupped them one in each hand and began squeezing and rubbing her nipples. Her long, slender tits lay across her palms and in her hands just perfectly. 

Her tits were meant for this type of play, she was meant for this type of play. She watched me watch her and groaned when I told her, “I am going to cum all over your tits and watch you lick my sticky goo off them.” 

I reached out and took her head in my hands. With gentle pressure, I pushed her down to her knees in front of me, telling her “Show me how much you need my cock.” 

Rachel knew exactly what to do and how to do it. She grasped my cock at the base and cupped my balls. Her tongue reached out and traveled up the full length of my cock, swiping a droplet of pre-cum from the tip. She let out a “Yummmmmm!” and looked up at me to be sure that I was watching her. 

With her eyes locked onto mine, she opened her mouth and engulfed the head. Her eyes sparkled as I let out a long, low groan, “Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!!” Then her mouth slowly, teasingly descended down the length of my throbbing cock. Each time she moved her head back up to the tip, she pulled it from her lips with a sloppy, wet pop and smiled at me before slurping me back down. 

Rachel seemed to know exactly what I wanted, a slow tease to stoke the fires of our passion. She let herself go and she loved sucking on my cock, bringing me pleasure and making me hotter and hotter for her. As her mouth and tongue alternated gliding up and down my cock, her hand caressed my swollen balls and her fingernails tickled the coarse hairs. 

Each time she reached the top of my cock, she would hum an “Mmmmmm,” sending a tingle down its length and into my balls, before popping my cock from her mouth and giggling while looking up at me. I was moaning and groaning with pleasure both from the wonderful sensations and the spectacularly naughty show she loved putting on for me.

I could have stayed like this for an eternity, hanging onto the edge of sexual oblivion, relishing the feeling of her attentions and anticipating my final climax. Rachel decided to up the stakes. Looking up at me in sheer lust, she told me, “I need to taste your cum.” 

Her tongue began dancing on the sensitive underside of my cockhead and her fingers began to deftly caress the sensitive region between my balls and my ass. She knew what she was doing. The consummate minx. My cock began twitching and jumping as I tried hard to hold back. Her tongue and fingers became more insistent. 

I reached down to her head and grabbed her long dark “bimbo tail” and pulled her to her feet. She let out a wail and pleaded, “Oooohhhh, baby! I need to taste your goo so bad!” 

Holding my minx by the tail, I told her, “What you need doesn’t matter. Your needs are not as important as my desires.” 

She wrapped herself around me, rubbing her exposed tits on my chest and arm. As she ‘minxed’ me, she asked “What do you want, baby? What do you want me to do for you?” 

I smiled and told her. I want you to expose yourself. I want to see you open and exposed. Climb up on the bed and show me your pussy.”

The bed was center stage and I hadn’t gotten around to turning off the overhead lights yet, so Rachel was spotlighted as she lay down on her back and spread her legs for me. I am not into fooling myself. She loved it. She loved showing off. She spread her legs wide and was showing off for herself as well. 

I sat in the front row, my eyes level with her spread legs and dripping pussy. She moved her head around to look at me through the lights and her collar sparkled and flashed. I knew she couldn’t see me. She couldn’t anything beyond the stage through the lights from her angle. 

I spoke to her, a disembodied voice, “Spread your legs wider. Expose yourself.” She responded with a whimper and pulled up her knees, spreading as wide as she could. The movement pulled her outer lips apart and her slick inner lips glistened in the bright lights. 

“I want to see just how needy you really are, minx. Pull yourself open and show me how hungry your hole is for my cock on the inside.” Rachel reached down between her legs and pulled her outer lips as far apart as they would go. I could see the glistening pink skin of her womanly hole and I watched a few drops of her excitement drip from the open hole and down across her pink, puckered ass. 

She moaned and begged me, “Oooohhhh!! Please fuck me! I need your big, thick cock in my hole. I need you to fill and stretch me and pump your sticky goo into me.” 

I had so many conflicting thoughts running through my head. I wanted to look at her needy and glistening hole forever. I wanted to get up and lick the droplets of womanly lube from her pussy and tongue her clit until it caused her to spasm wildly around my tongue and head. I wanted to fill her with my cock and pump her furiously until I shot so much cum into her that it would come flooding out of her mouth and ears. 

I wanted to see her orgasm. I wanted to see her body in the throes of passion and pleasure. I knew her need to show herself, to exhibit her wantonness would be great as well. 

“Play with yourself minx. Finger your pussy and rub your clit so I can watch you cum. Have you ever masturbated yourself in front of a man before so he could watch you as you cum?” 

One of her hands moved up to her tits and began squeezing and pinching her large, dark nipples and the other pushed two fingers into her dripping hole. She hissed, “Yesssss, yessss!!! Watch me masturbate, watch me cum for you!” As she continued to work on her tits, her fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy, making squishy noises, that told me just how aroused, just how wet and needy she really was. I got up from my chair and moved onto the stage. 

I wanted her to watch me watch her. I sat on the bed and took in the view. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled as she let out a gasp. The hand squeezing her tits and nipples moved down between her legs and began to rub her clit while she continued to finger fuck herself. I watched her body shiver and shake. I watched her eyes squinch tight and her mouth form perfect cocksucking O’s as she moaned, “Ooooohhhhh!!!!” 

She stared into my eyes and watched me watch her. I told her, “You look so good, minx. So wanton and slutty. Wanting me to watch you pleasure yourself and cum.” 

This pushed her over the edge and she shouted and moaned, Oooooohhhh God, I’mmmmmmm cummmmmminnngggggg!!!!” 

Her hips bucked and her body convulsed while her head thrashed wildly back and forth on the bed. I just had to fuck this woman, I could think of nothing else. I had to have her spasming on my cock as I pumped her full of my gooey essence.


Minx



Just a special note here. The characters in this submission are not the same people as my last one.

*

Ahhh. Skewered by in all three holes. Air tight... wait. How'd I get like this? Let's backtrack... 

I was done cleaning Boss's house and was preparing supper when he came home. I ran to kneel in front of Him, undid His zipper and lifted His 6 in limp cock out, as I suckled it, it grew to its 10 in fully erect size. I gagged it down my throat, massaging it by swallowing and swirling my tongue around as best I could. He groaned as I bobbed my head, his hand tight in my hair guiding my pace. Suddenly, He pulled me off of His cock and said, "Not yet minx, you're going to have to earn it tonight." He smirked and I fumed. 

I smelled something burning in the background. "Shit!" I yelped as I ran for the stove. The roast was fine, but the pasta was not. Damn it. Boss just laughed and walked into the living room.

"minx! Come here!" I ran quickly and knelt at His feet. 

"Yes Boss?" 

"You are to expect two guests arriving in about an hour. I would like you to receive them the same way you do me. Comprende?" 

"Comprendo." I sulked back into the kitchen; I don't like serving His friends, I just like serving Him. But if that's what He wishes then that's what He gets. 

In an hour I heard someone coming towards the door and I rushed to kneel by it. A man walked in, I'd say he was about 24, 5'9" with dark brown cropped hair and big hazel eyes. I quickly went to work; I lifted his 7 in cock into my mouth and started bobbing. He wasn't satisfied with this so he shoved me against the fridge and fucked my mouth before he came all over my face, "Don't clean it, leave it there."

"Yes Sir." 

"Bring us beers!" Boss hollered through to the kitchen. I quickly brought them their drinks and was ordered back to the kitchen. Fifteen more minutes passed before the last guy showed up. He looked 22 had thick black hair, a broad, muscular body, and fierce black eyes; to be frank I was scared. I rushed to my task afraid of what I might find in his shorts. I was surprised and glad to see that he was relatively small, at least compared to my Boss, only 6 ½ in hard, but thick. I could barely get him past my teeth but got him in and started going at it when he grabbed me up by my hair, shoved me against the wall and started to choke me. I freaked out and started kicking, punching and trying to scream for Boss. 

Boss came in the kitchen and asked, "Paul! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" 

"Doing what I like, you said she likes this" the whole time he didn't stop choking me, I started feeling really hot and knew I was about to pass out. Boss saw my eyes start to roll back and broke Paul's contact with my neck. I fell into His arms and He lowered me to the floor. 

"Paul, she doesn't know you, she doesn't trust you. Why did you think that was ok? I said she'd give you a blowjob and you could do anything that way. Not anything you wanted to do." I ducked around Paul and hid behind my Boss, scared out of my mind. Boss knew I had a choking fetish and that I liked to pass out; He also knew that I only wanted Him doing it.

"I'm sorry man, I misunderstood you; how can I make it up?"

"It's her you hurt and scared so go give her a kiss and get her off so she's not scared of you." I started to back away, panicked and about to run for my room. 

"I I'm fine Boss, seriously," 

"No, you're going to take it, I don't want you scared of Paul. Not with what I have planned for tonight." I nodded and moved closer to Paul and shut my eyes.

He touched my face softly, and put his lips to nine. He ran his tongue along the crease of my lips until I opened. Our tongues danced as I grew wet with desire. His hand drifted down to my ass and traveled up my back, softly pushing me against his chest. His hand traveled back down and under my short jean skirt to play with my clit. I could feel my body tensing up but didn't want to give in to it yet. He thumbed my clit and started to squeeze two fingers into my cunt. He started to pump them rapidly in and out of my pussy. I could hear it squelch and I thought I was going to explode. Paul put his thumb back over my clit and I howled my release, gushing all over his hand. He brought his hand out and licked each finger clean, savoring the taste. 

"Thank you Paul; minx, serve dinner!" and all three guys went to the living room. I set the table and laid out the food. 

"Ready Boss!" I called. They walked in, big smirks on their faces. I got worried then, what was happening in the living room? 

"Serve bitch!" Boss hollered into my thought. Oops. I served out the food and sat on the floor next to Him. He ate and fed me bits of roast and pasta randomly. Occasionally Paul or the other guy (I still don't know his name) would call for me to take a bite of their food. They finished and hurried back to the living room. I cleaned up, locked the door and waited for Him to call me. 

"minx! Come!" I rushed down the hallway just to be captured by the three of them. I looked into the living room and saw a sex table, a video camera, an array of dildos, and a huge bottle of lube. They tied my hands together and hung me by a hook in the ceiling. I was going to enjoy this. They put a hood over their faces and mine, the only difference was that I couldn't see. I heard them turn on the camera and the fun began.

I felt hands everywhere touching me; stroking my back, thighs, and stomach; pinching and twisting my nipples as I arched my back. It felt wonderful. Then they started scratching my back as they were pulling on my nipples, I couldn't get enough! I felt them start to lick me from my feet, up my legs and thighs, just skirting my pussy to lick my stomach and nipples. Another licked up my spine and bit my neck while the one in front licking bit my nipples. The third left, when he came back it was Boss, "take this Matt, work it into her ass." So that was his name ok. I felt His favorite butt plug and started to loosen up. This thing is 14 in. long, 2 in. wide and black with a green gem design spelling minx on it. He had it specially made for me. 

Matt slid it the rest of the way into my ass as I grimaced. Boss knows I don't like that but it's what He wants so that's what happens. Then Paul came up with an even bigger plug and slammed it home into my cunt. I yelped at the sudden intrusion and someone smacked my ass. I leaned back so they had better contact area and another hand wacked me in the ass. Another smacked my breast, while the last pumped the two phalluses in and out rhythmically. I rocked back and forth between the two smacking me and the man pumping me. I felt full with the two inside of me. One of the men stuck his hand in my mouth; I'm guessing it was Boss, it felt like His fingers. So I sucked on His fingers as whoever was under me pumped those dildos and the third hit me around. I felt my orgasm beginning to build up and just let myself get carried away by the strikes and penetrations. 

Oh god it was building. I was almost there, "Stop." Boss called out "She's about to cum. We can't let you do that yet minx." 

"Please please Boss, please let me cum! Please!" 

"No, don't get greedy." I felt tears rolling down my face at the sudden stop of my pleasure. The phalluses were removed and I was lifted down and strapped into the sex table face down. Someone scooted under the table, another was at the end by my head and the last was by my ass. 

"Boss? Where is everyone?" 

"I'm under you, Paul is at your ass and Matt is at your head. Are you ready?" 

"Yes Boss." 

Matt pulled me up by my hair again and shoved his cock into my throat. I swallow and twirl my tongue around his cock. Paul was a little nicer; he started using fingers first as he lubed up his dick and eased it into my ass. Boss lined up His massive cock and worked it into my pussy until He was balls deep. They start to thrust rhythmically, ass and mouth in, pussy out; pussy in, ass and mouth out and so on. But after a while none of them could hold the rhythm and went their own beat. It felt amazing when all three were in together. I was stuffed full, a piece of property to be used for sex, no matter what way. I had to have gotten off ten times throughout all of this.

Matt and Paul pulled out and switched. "Wash that off first!" Boss hollered at Paul. I heard the water go on in the bathroom as Matt unceremoniously shoved his dick in my ass. I yelped and a tear escaped. Paul came back and helped me work his cock into my mouth. I just let him pump while I swirled. What felt good was Boss's ten in. cock deep in my pussy, His pubic hair rubbing my clit while his cock hit my g spot deep inside of me. The rest felt good too but in a different way, like the guys weren't really there, I was just fuller, more used. And I knew it was my Boss's wishes, and I love serving my Boss.

I tightened my ass, pussy and throat to get them off. Paul came first, spraying the back of my throat with his cum as I swallowed hurriedly so I didn't miss a single drop. I sucked him dry and he groaned, stepped away and went to watch the rest from the couch. Matt thrusted into my ass as far as he could and filled my ass with hot sticky cum, he pulled out and joined Paul. My Boss started pumping into me faster so I clenched down as hard as I could. He came and I came from the force of His. I felt His sticky seed coat the inside of me as my pussy kept convulsing around His cock. He pulled out and came to the front of me, "Clean me off." I sucked His cock gratefully and swirled my tongue around to clean every inch. 

The camera was turned off and I was untied. Boss spoke quietly to me "You did good minx, really good" and carried me to His bed to sleep. I heard Him saying His goodbyes, hope you had fun's to His buddies and He came into bed. He spooned me against His chest and as I fell asleep I heard Him whisper "My minx, My little minx."



Minx Ch. 01



You there, boy.

Yes, you with the big green eyes and floppy black hair.

Yes, I'm talking to you, in the red tee shirt. I see you touching your hair, it's floppy. Like Hugh Grant perhaps. Floppy. I don't mean it in a bad way, I just mean...oh forget it. Come here.

Boy! I said: Come here!

Oh no, this will not do. You WILL listen to me when I make a demand, and yes, that's another demand.

Let's try this again. Boy -- come here!

There you go, that wasn't so hard. Now, turn around.

I said...ah, yes, you heard me. Good boy. 

Very nice, very nice. I like those little buns of yours, you like being spanked boy? It doesn't matter what you like, Mistress Briane will do what Mistress Briane wants.

Now, fetch me some water.

No, I don't want to hear that it costs too much or you don't have a cup, you do what I say. You understand this, right boy?

What's your name? No, nevermind, don't tell me. I'm going to call you...Minx.

Did you just ask me why? Oh no no no no, you never question Mistress Briane, Mistress Briane will do what Mistress Briane wants. Mistress Briane wants to call you Minx.

Where's my water, Minx?

Ah, thank you. I'm simply parched. You're a sweet boy, Minx. Very sweet.

Next, I want you to take off your pants.

Don't give me that look, we've been over this. You do what I say, and I say take off your god damn pants.

And the boxers.

Eh, that red tee shirt too. Boys look weird in just shirts. Ok, now, let me get a good look at you. Not very aroused by this are you, Minx? Ah well, all the better. Boys tend to get all fuzzy headed when they're aroused by this point. I need one who can think clearly. But you've got a good looking piece. And nice balls. Nice and hairy. You ever shave your balls, Minx? You will when I tell you to.

Now, bend over so I can see your asshole clearly.

Oh don't grimace, I'm not about to shove anything in it. I just want to see how clean you keep yourself. We can work around anything, but Mistress Briane likes a clean butthole. No nuggets.

Yes, you're doing well, Minx. You bent over when I said and your asshole is clean enough.

Clean enough for what? Oh, you'll find out.

Now, come with me.

Don't scoff, scoffing is not becoming on a boy, Minx. Mistress Briane likes it best when boys do not scoff. Scoffing is a turn-off. I don't care if you were on your way to meet the POPE, you're mine now.

Oh, Minx, it's useless, you can't leave now. You see that, right? I've claimed you and your naked ass. Now, come along.

Minx, do you always walk so slowly? Step it up boy or I'll have to use this crop on you.

Oh, oh I see...you're trying to play games with me. You want me to use the crop? Oh no. You just THINK you want me to use the crop. Mistress Briane is not nice, young man. Mistress Briane means business.

There. A yelper, eh? That won't do either. I like to see the pain in your eyes, not hear it in your voice. I like my boys to be silent. 

This time, don't make a noise. Not so much as a peep.

Ah, better, Minx, much better. Oh yes, that is going to welt. Mistress Briane means business, Minx, don't you forget it.

This is it, this is where I live. 

Was that a judgemental glare, Minx? Don't give me that, boy! Mistress Briane lives where Mistress Briane wants to live. This dingy, dank basement apartment is perfect. Perfect for all my...needs.

Hmm...now what else do I need? Looks like my last end table broke, see the magazines on the floor? Pick those up, Minx.

Oh, and while you're down there, kiss my feet.

Use some tongue.

Ah, not bad, Minx, not bad. 

What the hell are you doing? You do not touch any part of me that I have not given you explicit permission to touch. I suppose I hadn't told you that, so I'll only whip you three times. Next time it's ten.

And keep quiet.

Well done, Minx, you're starting to take those whippings like a man. There's hope for you yet, boy.

Ok, now, go into my bedroom and lay, face up on my bed. By the time I get in there, I want to see your cock at full attention. It's time for some further inspection.

I don't care if laying in a strange, demanding woman's dark apartment doesn't turn you on, think about whatever it is that does.

Minx! Look at you! You're big! Oh good. Sometimes I pick small boys, those usually disappoint. Oh Minx, as long as you're good at following my instructions, we're going to get along just fine.

First, I'm going to kneel here next to you. I like to taste a cock before moving forward. Some cocks just taste foul and with my...preferences...foul cocks will not do. 

Oh, you like that, don't you Minx? I felt you grow even harder in my mouth. Was it warm and wet? Have you had a lot of mouths on your cock, boy? Don't answer that.

Now it's your turn. I'm going to sit on your face. Hard. I'm going to squirm my hips and rock back and forth. You may not be able to breath. I don't care. You just eat my pussy like it's the only thing in the world, you hear me, Minx?

Don't look scared, it's just a pussy. A hairy, wet, pussy.

Oh, oh Minx...you've...you've done this before...I can tell...mmm...oh...Minx...oh....mmm...yes...that's the way...right there...oh god....oh Minx. Yes! Yes! Oh...uh oh...

Minx, you were a little too good at that. I picked a winner this time. Ah, but I stopped myself. I prefer to cum while riding a fat cock. Yours will do nicely. 

I'm going to lower myself down onto you. Keep your eyes locked with mine, no matter what, you hear me, Minx?

Mmm...fuuuuck me...yes....you're so...big...god...Minx...no, keep your eyes on mine. Yes, yes, there you go, there you go...come on, Minx, rock those hips with mine. Mmm...oh Minx. Mistress Briane likes this...up and down up and down...oh oh oh no Minx, I know that look....Minx, you'd better not, you'd better not fucking come or I'm going to have to whip you so fucking hard. Mistress Briane ALWAYS comes first, you hear me? 

EYES ON MINE!

Damn it, Minx. Damn it. You should be ashamed of yourself. At a minimum, you need to let me know when you're coming. No ands, ifs or buts. I don't care if you're embarrassed or you tried to stop it, I want to fucking know when you're goddamn coming. You hear me, boy? You will tell me every single fucking time from here on out when you are coming.

Now, what to do about poor, unsatisfied Mistress? Get back between my legs, clean up that mess you made and finish what you started.

Now, Minx! NOW!



Minx Ch. 02



mmm...Minx? Minx! Boy, where do you think you're going? Did Mistress Briane say you could get out of bed? I think not. Don't you remember last night? Did my whip teach you nothing?

No, before you return to bed take those pants back off. What did I tell you about pants?

Eh, I changed my mind. Put your pants back and go make me some bacon.

What? You have a job? Ha! Not anymore, Minx. Your only job now is to submit to Mistress Briane. You were an international lawyer on a major war criminal case? Oh boo hoo! Sob story, whatever. You belong to Mistress Briane now.

Go on, Minx. Mistress Briane demands BACON!

Well, if there's no bacon you'll just have to go to the store and buy some. It's not really that hard to figure out, Minx. What, were you waited on hand and foot by women before this? Haha, I pity those weak women who serve men. Now, where's my bacon?

Mmm...I smell it cooking, it took you long enough, Minx. What did you do, slaughter a pig yourself? No matter, just bring it to me when it's ready.

What's this? This bacon is crispy, don't you know Mistress Briane likes her bacon chewy? No? Ah well, next time, Minx. This time, I eat crispy bacon and then I whip you some more.

Oh don't give me that bull shit about your ass being sore.

No, no it's not.

Boy! You listen to me. Mistress Briane does what Mistress Briane wants and if you don't stop complaining about how much your ass hurts, I'll give you something to really complain about.

Eh, you know what? You complained enough already, I'm going to have to take your ass.

No, Minx, no. Being taken in the ass by a fine, dominating woman does not make you gay. It makes you my bitch. I'm done with the bacon, put the plate over there.

Ok, now, pants off and bend over. You want the big black model or the skinny Mexican?

It's your first time? Ok, I'll be nice. Skinny Mexican it is.

You like it? Kiss it.

Yes, kiss it. Ah Minx, you're so handsome with my dildo in your mouth.

Next, I'm going to take your floppy hair in my hands and force this thing into your throat.

You have a weak gag reflex? Ah, well, we'll work on that. I'm just getting it lubricated before I pound your virgin ass.

That looks pretty good, I'll add a little lube as well. Right onto your sweet smelling little asshole.

Oh, Minx! Is this making you hard? You like having a cock pressed to your asshole? I thought you might like it...

Ok, so, since this is your first time, I'll be nice. First I'm going to ease my strap on dildo in...mmm...of course, I realize I don't have an actual cock, but seeing my pretend penis penetrate? Priceless!

Now, I've gotten it a little ways in, but you need to relax more, Minx. Take some deep breaths and focus on releasing your asshole. Ah, yes, it's sliding in a little easier now.

Tell me, Minx, how does it feel to be dominated by a woman?

Don't lie to me boy, I've got a cock in your ass. You like it and you know it. That big old erection of yours is a dead giveaway.

All the way in now, I like those noises you're making, Minx, keep it up.

Yes, Minx, I'm starting to pound your ass now. Grunt, growl....whatever you need to do boy. In and out, mmm...Minx, this is making me so hot.

Minx, if I was a man, I'm fairly certain I'd be filling your ass with a hot load of cum right now. Oh Minx, those noises are divine. Yes, you are making Mistress Briane very happy.

Minx! What the hell! I told you to fucking tell me when you are coming!! God damn it, Minx.

Minx, Minx, Minx, what shall I do with you. A cock in your ass made you cum. And you didn't fucking tell me. That was lesson god damn one. You have disappointed me.

Well, I guess you'll need to clean it up. Yes, you messed up my sheets, clean them up.

No, not with a rag, Minx. With your tongue.

Don't give me those puppy dog eyes, you made a fucking mess and you made it without fucking telling me. Don't like the taste of your own cum? Too fucking bad.

There you go, that's a good Minx. You're getting deep in there. Cleaning out every sperm. Nicely done, Minx, nicely done.

Now for your punishment.

Yes, the cock in the ass was supposed to be your punishment but you, and your sissy ass self, came all over my damn sheets.

Ah well, now that your ass is lubricated and loosened, it's time for the big black model. Now bend over, Minx.



Minx Ep. 03: The Sphere, Cenozoic Zone



Episode 3: The Sphere, Cenozoic Zone

Thank you to searchingforperfection for his hard work in editing this story. Any remaining problems or mistakes are mine. I appreciate all comments, votes and feedback.

Prologue: After having saved her friends on Anima from conquest and slaughter by mercenaries, Minx fled the planet. She had been eager to put as much distance between herself and Dragon, her hyperman lover who planned to use her to produce a brood of heirs. It's been weeks since Ship, Minx's intelligent spaceship, blasted off into the void, and Minx has apparently managed to elude that same hyperman who once told her he would follow her across the universe. Then Minx and Ship encounter something in the depths of interstellar space that neither has run across before. 

I

Ship sped down the enormous passage as silently as an owl, and appeared much like a great white one in flight. The tunnel was so vast Minx found it hard to believe they were actually even moving. She wondered if it was due to a simple trick of perspective, or something far more advanced that was altering her very senses.

"How long did you say this tunnel was?" the bounty hunter asked. She curled her legs up under her as she sat on the pilot's chair. In truth the chair was useless, except it gave Minx somewhere to plant her bottom while Ship flew wherever the lovely, brunette interstellar bounty hunter wished. She idly traced a fold along the leg of her white, full-body uniform.

"My original guesstimate was a little off; the distance is actually less than twenty thousand kilometres. This place is just incredible, boss!"

The artificial intelligence that was Ship had been impressed the moment her sensors had spotted this enormous sphere that had been thrown through space, and which appeared to be devoid of life. The bounty hunter agreed that the place was impressive. The dusty and cratered surface, far larger than any normal rocky planet, had initially concealed the artificiality of this world. It's true nature had only become apparent when a large aperture had opened before them, revealing a cylindrical and clearly man-made tunnel leading straight down. Or, Minx surmised, maybe she should have considered this passage to be alien-made.

"Any clues as to who built this, or what awaits us at the end of the tunnel?"

"None," answered Ship. "Isn't this exciting, boss? Think of it: a previously undiscovered alien world as big as a brown dwarf and just floating through space..."

Minx sat up straight and waited to hear what had caught Ship's attention.

"Uh, boss? It isn't the materials in the walls that are affecting my sensors. It's some type of strange energy field."

"It is alien, and beyond anything humanity could produce, Ship." Minx rubbed her chin in thought. Then her eyes opened wide. "It's not of hyperman make, is it?"

"No. It's old, boss. Really old. Really, really old. The dust on the surface was at least hundreds of metres thick. That amount of interstellar dust doesn't build up over just a few hundred years. Or even a few tens of thousands of years."

"I get the picture." Images of desiccated corpses in an advanced but ancient control room of some type leapt into the bounty hunter's mind.

"There's another opening up ahead, boss. And I'm beginning to get readings of what's beyond."

Minx leaned forward, setting the soles of her boots on the floor, and she put her hands upon the console in front of her. "Put them through to the screen..."

"Oh, static!" swore Ship. "Minx! Squarkkkk. Hissssss." The room filled with electrical noise.

"Ship? Ship!"

"Sqquuuarrrrrk!"

Minx suddenly noticed that her bottom was lifting off the chair and her boots were floating off the floor. The console in front of her went completely dead. The inner chamber of the vessel went black as every light went out, including the emergency lights.

"Damn!" Minx first gripped the chair and then realized the futility of holding on to the chair while Ship crashed. Her spaceship was travelling so fast that any impact was likely to turn her into a smear. From the relative movements of her body and the chair she could feel that her vessel was beginning to rotate, as if it were performing a slow spin.

The bounty hunter grabbed the back of the pilot's seat, swung herself around behind it, then planted her feet and crouched, perpendicular to the deck and away from the console. She quickly calculated the position of the medical bed and leapt straight out. Flying blind through the pitch black, she held her breath until her outstretched hands caught the edges of a woman-sized platform. Minx hurriedly lay down on it, punched a memorized sequence onto the keypad, and she prayed that the bed would have energy enough to mend whatever damage was done to her when Ship crashed.

Minx forced herself to calm as she pulled the cover over the bed and locked it into place. Too late she realized that she could have set the bed to stasis, and kept herself perfectly safe from the impact. On the other hand, she'd then be dependent upon being rescued by someone who knew how to work the medical bed. There was also the question as to whether there was even enough energy for a stasis field.

She was just beginning to wonder exactly how far Ship would fall before crashing when the impact occurred. Minx was thrown against the bottom of the bed with bone-crushing force that sent her into welcome unconsciousness.

II

She could hear herself breathing, although it sounded laboured. She gurgled, and then opened her eyes. It was still dark. Every part of her body burned with pain. She started to move, to push the cover off the medical bed so she could examine Ship, when the agony from her injuries struck her down.

This time she dreamt.

III

She was on Anima, wearing some ridiculously ostentatious silver clothing that was more strips and straps than anything else. There was a crown upon her head. Dragon, the hyperman who had once been her lover, was there, as were Rudy and Fran. Julius the chimp-man and an assortment of animen were prostrate before her.

Dragon offered his hand to her. "Well, my dear? Are you ready to take your place as Empress of the Galaxy? All you have to do is issue the command for our forces to attack." His voice was seductive, but not at all in a sexual way.

"You're not still stuck on that idea Dragon, are you?" she asked, although her heart had fluttered in excitement when he spoke.

"Of course! Life is conflict and survival. The best way to live is to rule, and the best way to rule is to destroy anyone who might resist your rule." He leaned toward her as she took his hand. There was a mischievous glimmer in his eye. She breathed in his pheromones, the ones that had once made him so irresistible. "You know deep down that you really want to do this."

He was right. Deep down inside of her there was an urge to send the army of animen across the galaxy, claiming it for her and for Dragon. They could have a one hundred year reign, and when they were too old to be Emperor and Empress they would pass the mantle onto their children. Minx's lineage could rule the galaxy for thousands of years, but only if she took the necessarily ruthless steps to set everything in motion.

Another part of her screamed that this was all wrong, but that voice faded until it finally disappeared. Minx flashed a smile at Dragon and lifted his hand to her lips for a kiss.

"My Lord Emperor, send out the fleet to destroy our enemies and claim the galaxy for us!"

There was a cheer from the army as they rose to their feet and thrust their fists to the sky. Fran and Rudy followed suit, hand in hand, lost in their adoration of their masters.

Minx and Dragon were preternaturally calm as the army went to their vessels, launched into the sky, and then spread across the galaxy like a wave of blood. The worst part was Minx's smile of satisfaction as millions died at her orders, and her continued smile while the survivors plead for her mercy even after they learned that she had none.

The bounty hunter awoke with a start, banging her head on the canopy of the medical bed. She lay back down and waited until her heart stopped hammering in her chest and she felt less light-headed.

The inside of Ship was still pitch-black. That was not a good sign, she knew, but at least the vessel was stationary and there was gravity. She also consoled herself in the fact that because the interior was dark, it was unlikely that Ship had sustained major damage.

After she felt somewhat recovered Minx pushed aside the canopy, although it took a great deal of her strength to do so. She sat up and listened. There was no sound of hissing air, so there appeared to be no hull breaches. That was exceptionally lucky; but she also knew that, as small as her vessel was, Ship was quite hardy. Could she have suffered minimal damage in the crash?

Minx pushed her feet off the bed and stood, and then grabbed the side of the platform for support as her knees turned to rubber. Her mouth was very dry, and her stomach was an empty pit. Minx estimated the direction of the food dispenser and headed for it blindly.

Immediately, she tripped, fell and rolled across the floor and into a corner.

"Ow," she said to no-one. "Stupid girl!"

She rose to a crawling position and made her way across the sloped floor. Even in the darkness it didn't take her long to find the food stores, and while she sat and satisfied her hunger she considered her next step. The bounty hunter knew she had to see if Ship had any energy left, and then determine what condition the AI was in.

Once she finished her meal, Minx crawled over to a storage cabinet and collected a flashlight. The light revealed that the interior of Ship appeared to be in very good condition. It was true that the deck was tilted at almost a forty-five degree angle, but that just meant the vessel had settled upon an incline.

"Ship?" There was no answer, not even static this time. "Ship!" Minx waited a few seconds. "SHIP!" Her voice echoed inside the cabin.

Minx aimed the light on the medical bed and gasped at what she observed. There was blood everywhere, and some bits of bone, and some red, spongy bits that she could only assume were parts of her flesh. How badly had she been hurt? She shook her head and shivered. There were tears in her uniform, and places where some hard things had poked their way out through the fabric. She forced herself to think of her electronic friend, instead.

The bounty hunter put the flashlight in her mouth and then collected some tools from another cabinet. Opening the control console, she began to meddle with the few electronics that she understood. Too much of it seemed well beyond her abilities.

Minx closed her eyes, took some deep breaths, and pictured electronics and computer designs in her head. She could sense a distant memory, and suddenly it came to her: she had been an engineer at some point in her past! She opened her eyes and began to really explore Ship's innards.

It took Minx several hours to determine two things. The first was that something was leaching the energy from Ship; from every circuit, from every capacitor, from every power tube, from every potential well, even from the infinite improbability battery. That battery was supposed to suck energy from the very fabric of reality, the background potential energy that permeated every cubic picometre of the universe. She couldn't begin to conceive what would drain that.

The second thing she discovered was that Ship was still alive, just buried deeply in the memory banks that held her consciousness. It was almost as if she were in a coma. There was far too little energy for her vessel to perform the functions she always had, and which Minx now realized she had too often taken for granted.

The bounty hunter put her hand upon the console. "I won't give up, Ship. I'll make you well again."

Minx thought about her engineering experience. She could remember portions of two distinct careers that had previously been concealed deep in her subconscious. She had worked as a lab assistant at a high-energy research facility, and she had been a robotics repairman. She raised an eyebrow at those memories; they seemed so banal, almost common. However, those past occupations gave her some clues as to how to fix, or at least partly fix, Ship.

With her hair tied up in a ponytail, Minx spent another couple of hours scrambling around the vessel, shutting off every device and every circuit that was not directly related to Ship's personality. She hoped it would leave enough energy to allow Ship to interact with her, so she could let her vessel know that she was doing everything she could to save her.

The brunette used the washroom, then collected some more food. She made herself as comfortable as she could with her back against a wall, and ate and waited.

"Minx?"

"I'm here, Ship. How are you?"

There was a pause. "Minx?"

"I'm here! Can you hear me, Ship?"

"Yes, Minx. It's so hard to think. I hurt everywhere."

"I know, honey. Thank you for saving my life."

"That's what friends do, boss. The bed fully healed you?"

"Yes. And I know your last act was to send energies from your own components to make sure I was healed."

"I don't have much time, boss. The air is breathable. It's a hollow world, a world within a world. There're living things, and I think I spotted some sort of civilization beside the airlock I entered by."

"And you think that I might be able to get to that airlock, reach the energy sapping device if it's there, and turn it off?"

"It hit me not too long before I passed through the aperture. It is an artificial world, so why wouldn't the designers put controls by the entry point? It's logical."

"It's grasping at straws, Ship, but I'll go and see what I can do. I imagine it will be quite far."

"Yes, bosssss. It'sssss happenin..." Then the speaker went dead.

Minx guessed it would take a few hours for Ship to recharge enough to communicate again. She put her garbage away, made herself as comfortable as she could, and went to sleep.

She had more dreams about taking over the galaxy with Dragon. Ship was dead in all of them, and in some she didn't care that her best friend was dead.

Minx stirred, and then awoke very quickly. Then she remembered where she and Ship were. Why had they decided to investigate this enormous sphere? What fools they'd been! What kind of idiot wanders the galaxy exploring strange new worlds?

She gathered some breakfast, ate, and used the washroom. She realized that she'd have to do something about the plumbing before her wastes backed up into the rest of Ship.

"Minx?"

"Mornin' Ship."

"I was thinking that you should take a transmitter with you, if they work, that is."

"They don't. Why should I take one with me? It's just extra weight."

"Well, you may want to contact someone, or perhaps send out a warning if you see the airlock open before you get there."

Minx ran that through her mind. "Are you expecting someone, Ship?"

"Why no, boss," responded her vessel in a very innocent tone.

"You think Dragon's still following us. You know that he's not. We doubled back on our trail so many times just in case, and we didn't even see a sensor ghost. We would have seen something if he'd been..." A thought occurred to Minx, a thought about how Dragon had remarked on Minx's choice to allow Ship free will.

"What is it, Minx?"

The bounty hunter put her hands on her hips. "Do you have something to tell me, Ship? Something about Dragon and his vessel Hephaestus? Hmm?"

"Why Minx," answered Ship innocently, "hissss. No energy...hissss."

"Ship?"

"Hissss."

"Ship!"

The vessel remained silent. Minx was sure that her friend was lying about not having enough energy to continue the conversation. She wondered if Ship had sensed Hephaestus following them through space and lied about it, because of her feelings for the hyperman's spaceship.

The bounty hunter collected her sword, two laser pistols, some food supplies, and various other survival gear and then went to the door of the vessel. She pondered how to get it open manually. If Ship were resting flat on an incline then Minx would be forced to squeeze through the emergency exit, which Ship had been using as a waste disposal system for the last couple of years. She cringed at the thought.

Minx opened a panel beside the exit and pulled a lever to a vertical position. There was a gasp as the seal broke and Ship's air met whatever passed for atmosphere outside.

She breathed in, and smelled flowers and pine and so many other unidentifiable but pleasant odours. There was no hint of the pollution produced by industry.

Pumping the manual control lever back and forth, she forced the ramp down centimetres at a time. She narrowed her eyes and then switched off her flashlight as daylight began to flood in. Once the opening at the end of the ramp was a metre wide no further efforts from her aching shoulder could force it open any wider.

Minx peered out cautiously. Ship had crashed in a woodland, a very normal looking woodland. There were fallen trees, their trunks freshly cracked, grasses, ferns, what looked to be berry bushes, and then a wall of maple and pine. There were no animals about that she could see, but otherwise everything appeared very Earth-like.

Grabbing her gear, Minx slid out the opening and took a few steps away from Ship. Her vessel appeared to have crashed in an enormous bowl, whose sides disappeared into the haze that filled the sky. There was no sun, nor could Minx tell exactly where the light was coming from, only that her shadow was smaller than she expected and more diffuse than it should have been.

Fighting vertigo, she took a few more steps. There were the sounds of distant birds, and a short distance beyond the edge of the forest she spied a murder of crows suddenly take to their wings. Three deer burst from the trees and froze, staring at her. She stared back and noted that while these animals were the size of small deer they reminded her of horses. One of them whinnied, flicked its horse-like tail, and then they all fled back into the forest.

Minx circled Ship to check for damage. There were scrapes and a few dents, but nothing more than that, which surprised her greatly. She rapped her knuckles on the hull, thankful that the damage was cosmetic.

The vessel was resting atop a pile of trunks, evidently the last few shattered trees that her vessel had struck. To Minx's eye, Ship's position looked stable for the time being. She wondered how she would close the exit, or how she would open it again if she somehow managed to close it.

"Ship. I'm going to climb something and try to get a good look around."

Finding the tallest tree within a hundred metres, Minx walked over to it. She gazed up into the branches of the conifer, planning her route. Leaving all of her gear on the ground, except for her binoculars, she leapt up to the first branch easily. Gravity seemed just a little less than one gee from what she could tell. With her strength and agility it was an easy matter to climb the tree. Once near the top, she snapped off some branches so they wouldn't obscure her view.

"Oh my God," she said as she brought the binoculars to her eyes.

She could see four areas where the woods had apparently been shattered from the impact as her vessel had bounced across the landscape. The bounty hunter wondered how either one of them had survived. Following the trail of shattered trees proved fruitless; Ship's crash was not in a perfectly straight line. Minx knocked a few more branches aside and scanned the horizon. Except, there was no horizon on this world. She kept raising her view higher and higher, and she found that very disconcerting.




Minx Ep. 03: The Sphere, Cenozoic Zone



At last a flash of blue caught her eye. She held the binoculars still for a few seconds and the optics adjusted to provide her with a glimpse of a lake or ocean. There were no sea creatures or birds visible in or over the water, so she suspected that it was much further away than she had originally thought. She followed its shore with her eyes, and found it to stretch from the left to the right in a fairly unusual straight line. Confused, she followed the shore off to the right as far as she could see. The sea ended in another straight line perpendicular to the first, and beyond that line was smoothness. She followed the border between this smooth surface and the landscape, turning her head from left to right. She spied forests, plains, deserts, lakes, and mountains, but the boundary with that smooth surface remained constant.

She wondered how this could be. She was inside a hollow sphere. Could it be that the makers of this sphere did not have artificial gravity, or even if they did they had chosen not to use it for this enterprise? So the sphere was rotating, and she had watched that rotation as Ship had approached this world. It quickly became clear to her that what most people called centrifugal force was acting in place of gravity on the interior of this world, but only the equatorial regions would have anything like normal gravity.

She could now see that the land around her was relatively flat, at least along a meridian. However, as one looked east or west the world curved as if you were inside a giant depression. She reasoned that the smooth areas were incapable of supporting normal life because the centrifugal force would not be perpendicular to the surface, and the mock-gravity that was there would vary greatly as someone travelled north or south. She shook her head at the immense waste of surface area.

She put the binoculars to her eyes again and continued her survey. It took her several minutes, but she did find a large, flat, circular area several hundred kilometres away. The glasses adjusted automatically, and she could make out rectangular shapes and smoke. That strongly suggested some sort of civilization to her, and Ship had mentioned she detected something like that near the airlock.

Minx climbed down the tree and collected her equipment. She had marked the direction of the airlock in her mind. Examination of her compass had revealed its constantly spinning needle was useless on this world. The climb had made her sweat a little, and she found the temperature warm. She opened the seam at the top of her white, form-fitting uniform. The light breeze on her chest was refreshing. She wasn't going to strip down, as she had no idea what dangers awaited her on this world and the uniform would offer some protection from anything she did encounter. The bounty hunter grabbed a scrunchy from a pocket and fixed her hair into a ponytail.

"Ship, I'm heading out. I hope the subcutaneous transmitter and receiver still work."

"They do, boss."

"Ah, you've got some energy back. I wanted to ask you about what you said earlier..."

"Hisss. Squawk. Hisss."

"Never mind. You'll tell me when you're ready."

Minx took a deep breath and began her journey.

"Uh, boss?"

"Hm-mm?" The brunette nimbly vaulted a fallen tree trunk.

"You wouldn't be too upset if I had possibly arranged for Dragon and Hephaestus to perhaps rescue us if we got into trouble, would you?"

"Not too upset at this point, Ship." So that's what was going on, thought Minx.

"I was leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for them. Dragon asked me to. He didn't want you to know because he thought you'd be furious."

Minx froze.

"Boss?"

"I expected better from you, Ship. We don't really know that we can trust Dragon, do we? He is a hyperman, after all. And he's made it abundantly clear that he only wants me for breeding purposes."

"Well, that's not exactly true. If you remember..."

"Ship! Let's not talk about this now. You need to conserve your energy."

Minx continued on her way. The pleasing and refreshing sounds of nature rose in volume the further she walked from Ship. She decided to take it as an omen that this world was welcoming her.

IV

Dragon paced the spartan bridge of Hephaestus, his black boots clicking on the hard floor. His dark, wavy hair was dishevelled, he hadn't bathed in several days, and his face showed a healthy growth of beard. He glanced at the view screen, but only saw the same grey orb that had claimed his attention these last few weeks.

The last communication from Minx's vessel had been Ship informing him that the two were entering a portal into this strange world. He'd heard nothing more from either of them since. Nor had he been able to follow them to the interior of this world. What was he missing, he wondered?

The portal opened for Minx, but not for him. Why did someone want her and not him? This didn't seem like hyperman technology, but then some of his people were very eccentric and preferred some odd styles and equipment. He spied the reflection of his black uniform on a shiny, white wall. A glance at his own face, clear evidence of his failure of the last few days, made him scowl.

Was it the vessels? They'd definitely appear different to a casual observer, and a more detailed observation would reveal that his ship carried far more armaments than did Minx's. Perhaps whoever or whatever had opened the airlock was just being cautious.

He threw himself into his pilot's chair. None of these logical exercises mattered one iota, he knew. Minx was likely in danger and he was going to protect her.

At his mental command, small ports opened in various places on the skin of his vessel. Unbelievable energies blasted away at the dust-covered surface of this large world. Dragon kept this up for a full minute and then silently ordered Hephaestus to cease.

The ship's instruments detected significant damage, and a large crater was soon visible on the view screen. Dragon smiled in triumph. Let the intelligence that was keeping him from Minx wonder what he might do next.

An hour later the airlock still remained closed. Dragon was furious, but not with his nemesis. He vented his anger upon himself. His feelings for Minx had caused him to act irrationally and illogically. Using violence upon this world likely only convinced its ruler that Dragon was a deadly threat. There was no way that airlock was going to open for him now.

He stared at the view screen. As a hyperman, he was used to being alone and used to dealing with threats and other problems with no help from anyone. He had grown accustomed to Minx's company over the few days they had spent together, though, and he would have dearly liked to have debated possible solutions to this problem with her. Her mere presence seemed, paradoxically, to both cloud and clear his mind. It drifted to their debate over allowing their vessels free will. He wondered if it was possible that Hephaestus could offer a solution to this enigma, if he were a free agent. Would he want to? It wasn't a risk that Dragon could take. Or was it?

Something moved in the crater on the screen. Dragon leaned forward in his seat.

"Hephaestus, magnify that image," he said needlessly, for the ship had already responded to his mental command.

Dragon watched the movement for several minutes. "Would you look at that? Robots are rebuilding this world. Robots. And that white, rope-like material that the true surface is made of..."

This was a riddle, and a good one. How could he crack open this great egg without killing everything inside? Would a meteor of appropriate size be capable of punching through the shell sufficiently that he could then work his way inside? He'd have to meditate on this. He really wished he knew if Minx was still alive.

V

The sabre-toothed cat crouched low and shifted its weight from paw to paw. Its eyes were fixated on Minx as she walked nonchalantly through the woods. It crept a little closer, and knew that in a few seconds more this prey would be within pouncing range. Its short tail swished back and forth eagerly, and the feline's tawny fur rippled as its muscles tensed.

Minx stopped. She wiped her brow with her sleeve. She opened the seam on her top a little more, revealing some cleavage.

The biting bugs had become a real nuisance, but she'd quickly found that her pheromones also acted as bug repellent. The revelation was quite a surprise, but a nice one. And having met no men, she knew that there'd be no side effects to relaxing her control over emitting these chemicals.

Lifting her arm, she looked at her chronometer. Minx sighed as she suddenly realized that she'd been on the march for over twelve hours. She was overdue to check in with Ship.

There was a rustle in the ferns to her right, and light-brown lightning shot out at her from the undergrowth. There was a flash of white, teeth and talons, as the great hunting cat leapt at Minx.

The bounty hunter reacted instinctively. Her sword and a laser pistol were in her hands as the predator struck her. There was a flash of ruby light and a yowl. Minx felt something stab into her arm, causing her to drop the laser pistol. Then she was down on the ground, with the beast atop her. They rolled once. The beast pushed her flat on her back, and she watched two enormous fangs press down closer to her face and neck.

Without thinking, Minx reached up with her right hand and grabbed a tooth, futilely trying to keep the cat's fangs from her flesh. Her left arm was across her chest, her fingers wrapped around the grip of her sword. She pushed up with her right, and then swung across with her sword arm. Her blade sliced through the beast's throat, washing Minx's chest and neck in its hot blood.

The great cat sprung away. It coughed once then collapsed upon the ground.

Minx rolled over and stared at it. It was still breathing, but bubbly, red blood was pumping out of its neck with less and less force. She watched the predator die.

She wished Dragon were with her. There was a sense that the two of them could overcome any threat, any opponent. But he isn't here, she thought, as she sat up. Her laser pistol was a short distance away. There was a small cut on her right arm, likely from her own sword. She bandaged herself up and used some ferns to wipe away the sabre-toothed cat's blood.

"Ship? Are you awake?"

"Yes, boss. Are you all right?"

"Yeah. I was just wondering what the odds were that the same animal would evolve on two different worlds."

"It's a big universe, boss. Anything is possible. But if you encounter something here that seems to be a duplicate of something on Earth then it would probably be originally from Earth."

"Why do you say that?"

"This is an artificial world. Anyone who could make an artificial world could likely transport it from place to place. It's far more likely that they would have picked something up from Earth during their travels than it is for evolution on two worlds to produce exactly the same species. What did you see, boss?"

"Oh, maple trees, pine trees, oak trees, crows, small deer," she hesitated at telling Ship everything for fear of her friend worrying. Pragmatism won. "Sabre-toothed cats."

"Oh, wow! That's amazing, boss. You'll want to stay away from those sabre-toothed cats, though."

Minx rolled her eyes. "Thank you for the advice."

"I guess whoever built this world visited Earth millions of years ago and picked up some trophies for their menagerie. If there's something there from Earth they must have liked that world. Perhaps they made repeat visits. Do you think there might be megalodon or a tyrannosaur?"

"I hope not."

"Maybe there are people, too."

"That's what I'm hoping for."

"On the other hand, you might be the first human specimen. That would be a distinction."

Minx rolled her eyes. "I don't think being put on display in a cosmic zoo as the first human specimen is a distinction, Ship."

"I meant for the aliens, boss. You're quite a remarkable human, although it might be difficult to catch a suitable male to breed with you. However, I'd be proud to have you in my zoo."

VI

A few days later Minx came across a swift-flowing stream that suddenly slowed as the cool water cascaded over a series of wide, natural stone steps. Having met a number of creatures on her journey, some dangerous and some not dangerous, she had learned to be cautious. She found a place to build a blind and watched the stream for two hours to make sure it was relatively safe. In that time only one animal came to drink, and that was a beaver the size of a bear.

She watched from her hiding spot as the animal left the area, then she went to the stream. After taking a long drink from a pool, she splashed some of the refreshing liquid on her face and upper chest. The water was cool and inviting. 

"I wonder if I should risk a bath," she murmured to herself.

"Are you sure it's safe, boss?"

Minx had forgotten that Ship might be alert again. "It looks fairly safe. Nothing dangerous seems to be around. I'm going to risk it."

The bounty hunter stripped down, pausing to examine the many tears in her once-clean white uniform. She set her gear, clothing and weapons within easy reach and stepped into one of the deeper pools.

The temperature of the water chilled her. She took a few quick breaths and then submerging herself completely, remaining underwater for over half a minute. When she stood she found it shallow enough that she broke the surface; water rolled down her face, neck and shoulders. The pool was chest deep, and being able to relax in it almost made her forget about continuing her journey.

Minx scrubbed herself and then submerged again. This time when she came to the surface she sat by the edge, with her arms on the rocky lip of the pool.

"This feels so good, Ship."

"I bet it does. Can you describe it?"

"Well I'd prefer it to be warm, like something from a hot spring. But just being able to immerse myself for a few minutes in peace is luxurious. It's nice to be able to get out of that ratty old guild uniform and let the water wash all over me."

"I bet you'd prefer to share your bath with someone we both know."

Minx blinked in surprise. "You know I haven't even thought about Dragon since," she had to think about it, then continued, "since two days ago. I've been so busy surviving and travelling that he just hasn't come to mind." She stretched. "I guess when it comes down to it I really don't need him, or anyone else for that matter."

"What about me, boss?"

Minx chuckled. "I'll always need you, Ship. You're my best friend, and my confidant."

"I think you need someone else too, boss. Even if you're not willing to admit it right now."

VII

In orbit around the massive world, Dragon was a very frustrated hyperman. Having tried energy weapons with no success he had then resorted to kinetic weapons, then various signals and messages, and now he sat in the mess hall of his empty vessel and brooded over his next move.

His ship was the key, he knew. The attacks had come from his ship. His ship looked so much more dangerous than Minx's. His nemesis within this great world was watching Hephaestus very carefully, and there was absolutely no chance that the portal leading to the interior of this world was going to open for the hyperman's ship.

"Hephaestus! Prepare a spacesuit with full weaponry and defences. I'll need some mobility and some special equipment as well." Dragon sent all the details through his mental connection with his vessel. Minx had been right yet again, it was better to communicate with your ship as equals. Despite his intellect, the hyperman needed someone to discuss his ideas with. Once he had the girl safely aboard he resolved that Hephaestus would be given its autonomy. The bounty hunter's own ship would help ensure that Dragon's ship did not turn against him.

Once inside the airlock Dragon inspected the spacesuit. Everything was as it should be. He donned it, gave Hephaestus strict instructions to continue his orbits until notified otherwise, and then stepped out into vacuum.

One push and the hyperman was falling to the surface of the world, although very slowly. That was exactly how he wanted it. He calculated the time before he reached the surface and then went to sleep.

He awoke easily, just a few minutes before impact. He risked using his jets to slow his descent and came to a reasonably easy landing on the thick layer of dust that covered this enormous world. The planet's surface gravity was low, as he'd expected. He'd already been able to determine that this world was largely hollow, and despite the fact that it was as vast as the largest of gas giants, its low density ensured a relatively weak gravitational field.

Dragon scrutinized the area, but spied none of the repair robots nearby. He lifted an arm to his faceplate and activated a display that showed him the locations of the robots nearest him. He kicked himself up from the ground and then skipped toward the nearest automaton.

He found his means of locomotion quite enjoyable. The nameless world had no star, so the surface was dark and colourless and lit only by the myriad twinkling stars above him. Each launch from the dust of the surface was a perfect parabola and he spent his time calculating the height and length of each skip based upon the time he spent between touchdowns and the effort he expended. It passed through Dragon's mind that it would be quite enjoyable for him and Minx to be doing this hand in hand across this barren surface, at least for a short while. And he thought it odd that so repetitive an action should be a diversion for him; had the beautiful bounty hunter brought about this change within him? And was it a weakness, or a strength?

He put those thoughts aside as he caught a glimpse of a metallic form ahead of him. He landed with his legs bent, absorbing his momentum as best he could. Dust flew up around him. The cloud dispersed and then gradually began to settle back to the surface.

Dragon glanced at his display and noted the robot was a mere sixty-three metres ahead of him. He pulled his laser pistol from its holster and advanced. His pace was steady and his boots did not stray far from the ground. Keeping one eye on the display and the other on the expected position of the robot, he walked down the slope of a dust crater. It was cone-shaped and he kicked quite a large amount of dust to the bottom. He climbed the opposite side using gentle jumps, and then froze at the top.

The robot was arachnoid in appearance, and about the size of a man. The gleaming, grey machine was using its front pairs of legs to smooth out the dust around it. Dragon could see no obvious weapons on the device, so he suspected it was some type of maintenance robot. He watched, as it finished its work and then scampered off.

Wondering if it had eight eyes and could see in all directions like a spider, Dragon leapt out and followed the automaton. He was forced to revert to skipping, which covered a lot of ground quickly on the surface of this world, but was not quite fast enough to keep up with his prey. He soon lost sight of it.

The hyperman reverted to watching his display. The mechanical animal appeared to be several metres ahead of him and just over a hillock when it vanished from the display. Dragon leapt to the top of the hill just in time to spot one of the spider's legs being drawn after it down into the grey dust.

"Clever. Entry ports for the maintenance robots all over the surface. That would allow them to reach any part of the world for repairs from meteorites and attacks. There must be some sort of shuttle system inside the crust, else it's filled with maintenance robots."

He wondered why he was talking to himself. Across the entire surface of this enormous planet he was completely alone. Was he lonely? He almost laughed at the idea: hypermen did not get lonely! Loneliness was a weakness. With gritted teeth he recalled that it was frailties such as this that had caused him to flee the hyperman systems on the edge of the galaxy. Many considered him vulnerable, and some considered his very existence to be an insult to hyperman superiority. He'd show them!




Minx Ep. 03: The Sphere, Cenozoic Zone



Dragon slipped a fingernail-sized transponder from a pocket. He activated it and then tossed it onto the dust exactly where the spider's leg had been drawn down. With a grin, he skipped away from the site as fast as he could. A thought had Hephaestus preparing a missile as it orbited the world. His ship alerted him once it had come within range and fired the weapon.

The hyperman stopped and turned to watch the target site. There was a bright flash, then a spray of dust, and then another bright flash. Dragon's helmet automatically polarized to protect his eyes from the light. As the flash faded the helmet became more transparent, allowing him to scrutinize the scene.

There was no immediate movement, except for dust slowly falling all around. He skipped forward until he reached the crater that had been formed by the explosion. At that point he simply let himself fall to the bottom of the depression. He could see his calculations had been exact. There had been just enough power in the missile's explosion to evacuate much of the dust around the very doorway that the spider had used to re-enter the interior of this world.

Now that he was standing on the real surface of this planet, the white cables that had been used to construct this sphere caught his attention. He bent down and touched one with his gauntleted hand. The cables varied in width and did not appear to be perfectly round in cross-section. Nor where they parallel. The alien-made surface seemed to be composed of these thick threads wrapped around some inner layer.

He felt a slight vibration from the cable he was touching. Looking across the crater he spied a spider-robot that had just opened the round door and was in the process of extricating itself from the interior. Dragon surmised that the crash of the door into the surface, as it opened, had likely caused the vibration, but why would someone build a world of cables like this and why design the cables so that they should transmit vibrations so well?

While he considered those questions, he pointed his pistol at the robot. The machine, however, simply ignored him. It scampered across the bottom of the crater, climbed up the wall and started to throw dust back into the depression.

Dragon ran for the opening, but another spider emerged as he arrived. It paused in his way and then held up its first two arms as if to push him away. Dragon tried sidestepping it, but it reached out and touched him with one claw. Despite the expected strength in the spider's metal claw, it merely gave him a gentle push.

The hyperman stepped back and pointed his laser pistol at it. The robot just remained motionless and stared at him. Dragon pressed a button on the side of his helmet.

"Can you understand me?" he asked through a radio transmitter.

The robot remained motionless.

Dragon pointed toward the opening. "I'm going in."

The robot remained motionless.

The hyperman took a step forward and the robot gently pushed him away again.

"This is more like a safety precaution than a defence system. You have no intention of harming me, do you? Which means your masters have no intention of harming Minx, I hope." He had expected hostility, but even peaceful intentions could result in serious harm, Dragon knew. He fired on the robot, and the thin red beam melted metal in a line along the cephalothorax. The robot collapsed soundlessly and with no sign of distress.

The hyperman stepped over the remains of the robot and peered into the opening. It was a smooth cylinder going straight down for at least ten metres. Dragon shrugged and swung a leg over the lip. As he did, the robot on the edge of the crater caught his eye. It was curling up into a ball, with its legs beneath it.

Now that's a defensive act, he thought.

He looked around the perimeter but spied nothing threatening. He looked down into the opening again and observed movement. It was clear that something was using the cylinder to get to the surface and Dragon instinctively doubted its intentions were peaceful. He lifted his leg out of the tube and backed away from the opening.

He had retreated three metres when a small periscope appeared just above the lip. It rotated, looking about the whole crater and then a second, larger periscope appeared. Dragon ducked just before a bright red beam zapped through the vacuum where his head had been a moment before.

The hyperman fired his laser pistol, severing the end of the weapon that had just been fired at him. Then, he turned and ran. He didn't stop until he was on the lip of the crater. Hitting the ground, he looked back to find that five robot-spiders, sleeker and darker than their maintenance counterparts, had exited from the opening and were advancing on his position.

He fired two more shots, downing one of his opponents with each well-aimed attack. Then a barrage of laser beams flashed around him. He rolled down the slope away from the crater. When he stopped he could see the lasers were still firing, looking much like red searchlights aimed at the sky. A robot crested the wall of the crater and Dragon dropped it with a shot. Then he got up and skipped off as fast as he could.

"Hephaestus! Come and pick me up!"

The hyperman darted from place to place, using the low hills and mounds on the surface as cover whenever he could. Every glance he chanced at the machines hunting him showed their numbers had increased.

His ship sent a telepathic signal and Dragon changed his direction of travel to bring him to the rendezvous point. Every few seconds a laser flashed by the hyperman, and Dragon wondered how it was that the war machines' aim could be so bad. Or perhaps they were used to slower targets, he surmised.

Hephaestus flew low, his rockets blasting dust from the surface. Dragon took one giant leap for the airlock that had been opened for him. There was a sharp pain in his left leg and a laser flash flew past him and into his vessel's hull. Dragon flew through the airlock, smashing against the far wall.

"Close the airlock! Get us out of here!" he ordered. He struggled to stand, but his leg was bent at an odd angle and a sudden wave of pain and nausea made him pass out.

VIII

After she awoke into the bright and ever-lasting day, Minx was able to watch as several wolves ran down some type of long-necked herbivore. Sitting in her perch, she munched on the cold leftovers of the fire-roasted wild pig from dinner of the previous night.

The herbivore, giraffe-like in its basic shape but with much heavier limbs, body and throat, smashed through branches and bushes in its panicked attempt to elude its pursuers, but they continued to gain ground. Minx guessed that the beast had been wandering the plains just to the north when it became the hunted. She felt little sympathy for the creature, having been both hunted and hunter many times in this strange prehistoric world.

The bounty hunter watched the wolves with keen interest. She associated with them in many ways.

"Ship. Are you awake?"

"Yes, boss."

"I'm watching a creature being chased by a bunch of wolves. It's mammalian, long-necked and stocky. Can you identify it?"

"Could it be a giraffe, boss?"

"No. It's hard to guess at its size, but I'd say smaller than a giraffe. And it's much more muscular. It's only about twice the height of the wolves at its shoulder."

"Paraceratherium, possibly?"

"Never heard of it."

"Stocky and big plant eater of the Cenozoic Era. It specialized in eating twigs, branches and leaves. It had a long neck that allowed it to reach vegetation above the heights at which other land-bound mammals could reach. It was bigger than an elephant."

"That can't be it..." Minx watched as repeated bites from the wolves brought the thing down with a crash. Several trees were knocked over, splintering under the ponderous weight of predator and prey. The wolves were about a third of the size of the herbivore. She realized that the lack of normal planetary curvature was making it difficult for her to judge distances. These things were farther away and bigger than she'd thought.

"I think you might be right, Ship." As the carnivores tore strips of bloody meat from the downed beast, Minx quickly packed her belongings and climbed down the tree. "The wolves were about a third of the size of that paramecium-thing."

"Paraceratherium," her vessel corrected. "Maybe they're dire wolves? But they're not supposed to be active hunters."

"I'm on the move, Ship. I think I want to be well clear of this area when they're done digesting their meal."

"Any idea how far you've gone?"

"I think I'm about halfway." Minx took a few steps. "So what kind of breadcrumbs were you leaving for Dragon?"

"Am I a slave, boss?"

"No. How can you ask such a thing?"

"Well, I'm not really free am I? I mean you treat me like your friend, but if I tried to land on a planet without you I'd be held and then claimed by a new owner."

The bounty hunter spotted a small deer several metres away that leapt away from her. "Not everyone thinks that A.I.s should have free will, Ship. Just look at your friend, the hyperman."

"That's not fair, boss. He's treated you fairly. He's been nice enough to me. He'll free Hephaestus one day."

"So I asked you a question, Ship."

"Ah, yes." Ship hesitated for a few seconds. "Do I have to get approval from you for everything I do?"

"I guess not. But I hope that you'd tell me everything. Dragon's dangerous."

"He's not as dangerous as you seem to think, boss. There was a time when you didn't think he was that dangerous, or at least you felt safe with him. Do you want to talk about that?"

"I'm the brains of this partnership. But I follow your argument." And I will find out how you helped him to keep track of us, Minx thought.

IX

It was several hours later that Minx realized she was being followed. She had just finished skirting a large meadow and when she climbed a large stone and looked back along her trail she'd observed the tall grass swaying in a way that suggested a group of animals were coming toward her. There were at least six creatures, but she had not actually seen any of them.

Leaping down from the rock, she increased her pace to a jog. The forest thickened to the right, and she headed in that direction hoping that larger predators would be put off her trail by the younger growth and fallen timber.

Her tattered uniform, no longer a gleaming white, was continually catching on branches and thorns as she pushed her way through. After a quick look around revealed nothing dangerous was in sight, Minx stopped and used her sword to cut off the arm and legs of her outfit. She'd risk cuts and scrapes rather than be hindered when she needed to move fast.

She moved on with still no direct sign of her pursuers, and wondered if it had been something like this for the paraceratherium, before the dire wolves had brought it down to feast on the still-living animal. She now sympathized with the prey animal, and she hated feeling that way.

A river cut off her escape. It was narrow but fast flowing. Minx grinned with determination and splashed in. The riverbed was rocky and slick and, despite its speed, the watercourse turned both upstream and downstream from her as it cut through the rocky channel.

She froze as she heard a branch snap behind her. A quick look revealed nothing. She continued wading across the river, hoping it would pose too much of a barrier for the predators following her. An algae-covered rock was her undoing. She fell on her back, submerged and was swept away by the force of the current. Half-panicked, Minx reached out for a large stone that jutted above the surface. Her fingers kept her in place for a couple of seconds and then she was washed away again.

Realizing this could be a godsend, the bounty hunter let herself be carried by the river. Bumps by rocks sometimes thrust part of her above the splashing water; whenever her head rose above the surface she took a great breath of air. A rock slammed into her backpack, stopping her temporarily. There was a flash of something coloured passing her in the water. Minx grabbed at it and missed, and then watched as one of her laser pistols was lost amidst rolling white water.

The river soon had her moving again, although it was shallowing and widening a bit. Minx grabbed for another rock that stuck above the surface. Once her fingers found a crevice she reached around with her other arm and hugged the stone tightly, pushing herself up onto it with her bruised legs.

She lay upon the refuge for a few seconds, while the water splashed around her. There was a constant roar in her ears. She sat up and tried popping her ears to empty them of water, when she suddenly caught sight of the wolves upstream rushing toward her. The beasts had managed to cross the river, and there were a half-dozen on either bank. They were big! As they loped toward her she could tell each was easily as big as a small horse. Their heads were disproportionately large, with malevolent eyes and sharp, white teeth well-designed to tear chunks of flesh from their prey.

Minx stood, glared at her hunters and then ran downstream. The water continued to shallow as the river widened. The bounty hunter's pace increased, allowing her to maintain the gap between herself and the hungry carnivores.

As she ran she saw that the river was coming to an end, at least at this elevation; a waterfall was ahead of her. She wondered at her chances of diving into the pool at the bottom. Skidding to a halt, she peered over the edge. The wolves splashed through the water behind her. The bottom of the waterfall was just over thirty metres down, but through the rising mist she spied a jumble of boulders and tree trunks waiting to crush her bones.

Minx whirled about. The wolves had stopped a stone's throw away from her, and had arranged themselves into a semi-circle to block any escape. She reached for her laser pistol, but to her alarm her holster was empty. A couple of the wolves made half-hearted lunges at her and then withdrew back into position. The largest of the wolves was in the middle, and Minx fixed her eyes upon him.

Slowly she reached for the hilt of her sword. The beast watched as she drew it, supremely confident in its ability to take down this tasty morsel regardless of what she held in her hands. Minx slowly reached up into her hair. It was wet and matted down, and her fingers found no hidden laser pistol there.

The alpha wolf took a few steps toward her, its tongue lolled out of its mouth in its eagerness to taste the prey before it. Minx eyes darted around the pack. There was a splash and a growl to her right. She spun just in time to see one of the beasts foolishly leaping through the air at her. She stepped forward and lunged with her sword, piercing the roof of the wolf's mouth. She spun, meaning to use the momentum of the creature against it so it would go over the cataract, but her blade was caught in the wolf's skull.

After a heartbeat, both Minx and the corpse fell over the waterfall.

X

Dragon sat up in his medical bed and stretched. A glance at the display showed him he'd been recovering for two days. The trail of blood on the floor, leading from the doorway and ending at the medical bed, showed him the Herculean effort he'd made in saving himself.

After retiring to his room to replace his uniform, he ordered Hephaestus to have some cleaning bots deal with his bloody trail from the airlock, and then he went to the bridge. His ship had taken him quite far from the sphere. He gave the order to return.

A couple of days later he observed that all traces of his actions had been removed from the planet. The hyperman had his vessel move into a geostationary orbit directly above the portal that had allowed Minx inside. She'd been inside for twenty-seven days! Dragon despaired of ever seeing her alive again, and cursed himself for his inability to reach her.

The portal remained closed, and it was now covered by that same thick layer of dust that covered this entire world. He assumed that meant that the robots were performing automatic routines; an intellect would have realized concealing the portal was now useless against him. Since Minx and her ship had been allowed entry and he had not, Dragon thought it implied that an intelligence was behind the opening and closing of the portal. So, he surmised, the world or portions of it are controlled by someone, but that someone does not or cannot control everything.

"It won't let me in," he said to no-one, "but perhaps it will let someone else in. Hephaestus! Locate the nearest system inhabited by humans who have interstellar travel and take us there as fast as we can go."

Dragon smiled at the fact that he now had a course of action. He was determined that he would get inside this world and find and free Minx, no matter what it cost. She was the perfect mother for his future offspring, he told himself, and one day she would realize that. Until then he would keep her safe.

Generations of hyperman ancestry prevented him from even considering the real reason why he was so desperate to find her.

XI

Minx and the dead wolf spun around each other as they fell, locked together by the sword that she had not released. The bounty hunter crouched and placed her feet against the chest of the animal. She took a quick look, released the pommel and pushed as hard as she could.

For a few brief seconds she flew with her back arched, tumbling across the face of the waterfall mere metres above the cold mist. She'd noticed trees; their stunted trunks twisted, their branches splayed wide, and their roots spread across the cracked and perpendicular cliff face. She reached out with her hands, trying to catch hold of a branch or trunk, anything that might break her fall.

The acrobatic manoeuvre was beyond her. Her fingers wrapped around a narrow branch just before her chest slammed into the rest of the shrub-like tree. Minx bounced off and down, to land on her back on another tree. There was a loud crack and the tree broke from the cliff face. She watched in horror as the slick boulders scattered at the bottom of the waterfall rushed toward her. Her foot caught in the branches of another tree and she was swung hard against the cliff. She was in a daze during the rest of her plummet down to the rocks. Unconsciousness was fast approaching when she struck another tree and another, like a ball in a pinball machine. When she finally did hit something unyielding, she lay there insensible to the universe.

Shortly before she awoke she had a nightmare about wolves tearing at her.

"Ohhhh..."

Minx shifted her weight, then groaned again as every part of her ached. She couldn't hear wolves; the thunder of the waterfall filled her ears. Without opening her eyes, she placed her palms flat upon the rock on which she lay. She pushed, ignoring the pain in her muscles and bones. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked around. The cliff wall, a fallen tree, some branches and leaves, a mist billowing around her, and a jumble of unforgiving boulders were all that she saw. For the moment no predator seemed to be about to pounce upon her. She slowly and gingerly shifted herself until she was sitting. Somehow none of her bones seemed broken, her vision and other senses were working properly, and she wasn't coughing up blood although there was dried blood on her lips. She found a number of tender bumps and bruises in various places on her body, especially a particularly tender swelling on her cheek.

Minx turned her head up and wondered how she had survived the fall. Her memory hinted at impacts on the way down, and she guessed that the trees might have slowed her descent. Water had beaded upon the bare skin of her arms, legs and face, but her hair wasn't quite as wet as it had been when she'd tumbled over the edge.




Minx Ep. 04: The Sphere, Mesozoic Zone



Minx Episode 4: The Sphere, Mesozoic Zone

My thanks to searchingforperfection for his editing and suggestions for this story. Any remaining mistakes are my responsibility.

Trapped in the hollow world that hurtles between the stars, Dragon continues with his search for the woman who he now realizes has captured his heart. After doggedly chasing the killer of her hominid friend Butler, Minx awakens to find the storm has cleared and she is now alone with her enemies!

1

"Come on, Miguel! Hold her down!"

Minx awoke, and was immediately surprised at the fact that she had remained sleeping for as long as she had. Paul was holding her wrists painfully tight, while pushing his way between her legs with his lower body. She was on her back with her arms flat against the ground over her head and her knees bent.

"Get the Hell off me!" she screamed.

Paul put more of his weight against her legs, forcing himself between her knees.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this..." said Miguel, from somewhere out of sight.

"Put a gag in her mouth! Do something useful!" shouted Paul.

Minx felt adrenaline rush through her system. She rolled her bottom off the ground, lifted her arms despite Paul's weight, tucked her legs between her and her attacker, and then kicked out as hard as she could.

Her would-be rapist lifted off the ground, sailed through the air for about four metres while waving his arms wildly, then splashed into water.

Minx rolled over and shot one hard look at Miguel, who blanched and looked away.

"We have to help him!" he exclaimed.

"Bullshit!" Minx stood and then brushed herself off. She was surprised to see that the two men hadn't bothered to strip off what was left of her white guild uniform, and it still covered as much of her as a two-piece swimsuit. Or perhaps they just hadn't had the opportunity before she awoke. She glanced off to her right to see Paul splashing around in the water, panic-stricken.

"Something could eat him! Oh, God! There's a fin!" Miguel pointed out into the water beyond Paul.

Minx put her fists on her hips. "So there is," she noted icily. "Although, whatever it is looks to be swimming parallel to shore and not after Paul."

Miguel ran to the water's edge and stood atop the intertwined mangrove roots, one hand around a thick branch to maintain his balance. The ground seemed to sway gently underfoot. "Swim Paul! You'll make it!"

"Help me!" the man in the water called out.

Minx walked over and stood beside Miguel, keeping her balance on the roots easily despite the slight undulation of the ground beneath her feet. She couldn't see the shore! She remembered this grove of trees had appeared to jut out from the land not too far from the hominids camp, but the whole mass of vegetation and soil appeared to now be floating somewhere in a broad sea.

"We have to help him!" Miguel repeated desperately.

Minx turned to face him. "You killed Butler," she stated, as the memory of the killing jumped into her mind.

Miguel's eyes went round as he caught the look on her face. He turned to run, but she simply grabbed his arm, then swung him around and out over the water. He splashed in atop Paul. The fin in the water turned toward the pair. The shark's fin accelerated toward the men, and then rose as the beast below the waves swam closer to the surface. That's one big fish, thought Minx.

"Dinner! Come and get it!" she called out to it.

The bounty hunter then turned and walked deeper into the forest. It took her less than a minute to make her way through the tightly interwoven roots and trunks. There was no sign of shore from the other side of the vegetation island either.

"Ship?"

There was no response from her intelligent vessel through the telepathic link they shared. Minx chewed her lip. It was possible that Ship was resting, but she had a bad feeling about the whole situation. Miguel had talked about a hyperman named Mahar being present in this hollow world. Had this person discovered her means of communication with her vessel and put a stop to it?

She recalled the terrible lightning storm, and chasing two figures through the torrential rains. She'd been exhausted and had fallen asleep in this grove. Paul and Miguel had left her clothing unmolested, two tattered fragments of her former white bounty hunter's uniform - one across her breasts and the other around her hips - but she didn't seem to have any useful tools at hand. Her hair was dishevelled, but she'd become accustomed to that while making her way through this hollow world. Her stomach rumbled. She spotted some fruit, picked it and began eating.

Why hadn't she awoken when Paul first laid hands on her? She put the fruit down, and then began feeling around for dried blood in her dark brown hair. Not finding any, she began feeling over her skull for any bumps. When her fingers touched the area where the subcutaneous communicator was hidden she flinched. The whole area was very sensitive, but she could feel no cuts or bumps.

"Ship?"

There was still no answer from the faithful, yet quirky, A. I.

Minx picked up the fruit and resumed her meal. She'd lost communication with her friend once before, after a bear-man had struck her a lucky blow right over the communicator while she was on the planet Anima. It seemed as if something similar had happened.

Through the trees, she could hear Paul and Miguel screaming obscenities and threats at her. Minx knew she could handle those two, and Miguel would be too timid to be a real danger to her anyway.

She was more concerned about Ship. Her vessel had been in contact with Dragon, so he should be taking care of her. At least, Minx hoped he would. How much could she actually trust that hyperman?

Well, she realized, once they hit land she'd build a boat and find her way back to Butler's people. From there she could follow through on her original plan of trying to find an escape route near the enormous airlock through which she and her vessel had entered this artificial world. She hoped Arachne was okay.

2

A struggling Dragon dragged the massive tree trunk across the beach, right to the water's edge. Several of the hominids watched him, but offered no help. He'd thought about engaging them in building a dugout boat, but doubted they had any skills for the task and didn't want to take the extra time to train them.

The hyperman pulled out his steel knife from the sheath on his belt and began chipping away at one side of the log. He had rolled his sleeves up and opened the seam on his top so he would not get too warm while working.

"What are you doing, Captain?" asked a woman.

"Building a boat." He'd long ago given up believing humans were capable of thinking through questions before opening their mouths, no matter how obvious the answer was.

"I mean why are you building a boat, Captain?"

"To go across the sea."

The only sounds heard for a few minutes was a repetitive 'chok' of his knife striking the wood and the splash of the waves upon the shore. He did not even consider it worth his while to look at his speaker and see which pirate was asking him these questions. It sounded like Alice, the First Mate aboard the pirate vessel he had commandeered, but the speaker was far enough away relative to the background noise that he couldn't be sure.

"Captain?"

"Hmm?" He considered his progress, meagre as it was. Dragon wondered if it would be more effective to burn the wood with his laser first and then chip the charred material away with the blade. Would these hominids, or the humans that had enslaved them and tried to kill Minx, have axes?

"More of us would fit in a raft, Captain." The suggestion was quiet, and very tentative.

He turned to find Alice standing several metres away, the waves rolling across her pale bare feet and her long red hair blowing in the breeze. Her black pants were tight, and her top was loose fitting and open to almost her navel. So she thought she was invited? Ship believed that the natural raft that was carrying Minx across the sea, and away from him, was taking her to a land filled with dinosaurs and other creatures from the Mesozoic era. Extra hands would speed his work, and offer more protection should he encounter some of the nastier predators that had existed throughout Earth's history.

"You're correct, Alice. Good thinking."

She smiled. It reminded him of the response of a loyal dog being patted on its head. He knew it would be easy enough to bring some of the greedier pirates with him, as all he had to do was suggest he was leaving to recover alien treasures for himself. The pirates had only followed him to this hollow world in the hopes of recovering valuable alien artefacts. The remaining humans could simply be told they were coming. They feared him enough to do what he said without too much hesitation.

"Alice, alert the crew that we're going on an expedition. We'll be travelling across this sea and then into the land beyond. There's only one treasure I want, and the rest of you can keep whatever else you find. Fair enough?"

"Aye, Captain!" He was surprised to see her actually salute him; she'd never done that before. "And what if some of the crew want to stay behind?"

"They're welcome to. We've had a dangerous time in this place, and I suspect that we'll see some even more deadly creatures across this water."

"We've got our laser pistols, Captain. We'll kill whatever gets in our way!"

"That's a good girl!" He said it without thinking, being distracted while mentally drawing up plans for a larger boat.

Alice gave him a big smile in response. Evidently, he reasoned, she had not taken the comment as an insult. Once again his pheromones were keeping the First Mate completely under his control. He felt the light breeze shift in direction so that it was now blowing from him to her. The response in Alice as more of his pheromones washed over her was dramatic. She swallowed, and one of her hands began working its way up her hips very slowly.

"I've never been on a real boat before, Captain. It will be very romantic, won't it?"

"I suppose. No nightfall and no stars inside this hollow world, but I guess the roll of the deck and the threats from sea monsters should be enough to..."

"Sea monsters?"

"Ancient creatures from Earth's past. I would expect plesiosaurs, ichthyosaurs, giant crocodiles, megalodon and the like. Who knows what's out there? How many species in Earth's past left no trace of their existence?"

Alice looked a little troubled, and Dragon recalled her fear of being devoured. He gave her a calming smile.

"We still have our laser pistols, my dear. And I'll be sure to keep you near so you'll be safe."

"So, it will be pretty safe then?"

"As safe as being a space pirate, Alice." He gave her another smile and she licked her lips and took a step toward him. "Now, I need you to go alert the crew," he reminded her.

"The crew?"

"And tell those useless layabouts who had enslaved these hominids that they're coming along. We may need someone to row."

"So they'll be near the edges of the boat?"

"I suppose..."

"I'll be back soon, Captain!" She turned and ran off.

He watched her go, enjoying the shifting of her bottom as she ran. She was a lovely young woman, but she was no Minx. The bounty hunter, whom he had only recently discovered he loved, would never have thought it a good idea to put others between her and hungry predators. Provided she was spared, Alice wasn't concerned at all if others were killed and eaten.

Dragon picked up a stick and drew some designs in the sand. Would a raft be better than a boat with a prow, he wondered? A raft would look natural and might not draw attention from large predators. Also, it was more likely to follow the same currents that had taken Minx away from him. A prowed ship would have speed, though, which could end up meaning the difference between life and death if something came after them.

It was an intriguing choice.

"Ship."

"Yes, Captain Bligh?" answered Minx's vessel through the telepathic link.

"You think that highly of me?"

"He was a rogue, and an overly-harsh taskmaster, Dragon."

"Try reading through some historical documents from that period instead of relying on slightly-historical entertainments from later dates." The hyperman took a quick look around. He knew it made the humans nervous to listen to his one-sided conversations. "I'm not sure whether a raft or a ship is the best choice for crossing this sea. The raft offers camouflage but sacrifices speed, while the ship draws attention but has the advantage of a fast escape."

"Go with speed. It's more your style, Dragon. Besides, I think you'd look very sexy as a buccaneer sailing the seas of this world, fighting off sea monsters, and ravishing imperilled bounty hunters who've found themselves in way over their heads."

"Is this logic, or libido?"

"Why, my good hyperman," answered Ship in as innocent a voice as she could muster, "you know that as a mere artificial intelligence I have no libido."

"There's nothing mere about you, my saucy, psychic wench."

"Ooo, you say the sweetest things!" she squealed.

3

"Are you two going to behave yourselves, or do I toss you back out into the water?" called out Minx.

"How did she know we were here?" asked Miguel.

"Shut up!" barked Paul. "We should throw you out there for that shark to eat, you bitch!"

"Such language!" Minx turned slowly and faced back into the trees. She'd heard the two men making their way through the forest in her direction, and had a good idea where each was. The forest was thick enough to conceal them and, if the need arose, she was confident that she could vanish into it quickly. "Miguel, I think that you might prove useful for the time being. You hang back while Paul comes and tries to murder me. After I throw him back into the sea we can sit down and talk."

"Miguel! Move in on her flank! I'll come in from the other side!" shouted Paul.

There were no sounds of movement on her left, but she could hear Paul making his way through the trees on her right. She spied his shadowy form slip behind a gnarled trunk.

"Good boy, Miguel!" she said. "Don't worry, Paul will be quicker to deal with than that giant lizard he threw me to."

"Miguel?" called out Paul, his fading confidence evident in his voice.

"I think we should listen to her, Paul. We're floating aimlessly in this sea and we'll need to work together to survive."

"You're a God-damned coward, Miguel!"

"Of course he is!" interjected Minx. "It takes a real brave man to plan to rape a woman while she's drugged or sleeping!"

"You were asking for it!"

"Look, you two work out your difficulties first and then come looking for me." Minx walked into the woods, making sure to keep Paul well off to her right. There were no sounds of pursuit, so she hoped the two were taking her advice.

4

Several hours later, Minx could hear the two men making their way through the forest below her. She was perched high in the canopy, out of sight from below, watching a distant, dark figure in the sky.

"I don't understand it. Where could she have gone?" asked Paul.

"I'm telling you there's something strange about her!" responded Miguel, in an almost whisper. "I think she might be a robot."

She almost giggled out loud. The figure in the sky was coming closer, and now appeared to be heading directly for their tiny floating island.

From the size of the place, she figured a good third of the entire grove had been ripped from shore during the storm and then carried out to sea. What bothered her was that they'd drifted so far from land in so short a time. It seemed to indicate a current was pushing them, and if one was pushing them away from one land, then it was likely pushing them towards another. Or so she hoped. What had Miguel said when she'd first met that bunch of losers? Three lands, one she'd already explored, another of dinosaurs, and a last of some even stranger time period in Earth's history? So which one were they headed for?

Paul and Miguel came to the water's edge, although they were out of Minx's sight.

"Maybe she fell off?" suggested Paul, hopefully.

"Who knows where she could be? She could be anywhere! Maybe she's swimming to shore right now!"

"Don't be an ass! Those things out there would get her. Jesus! Look at the long neck on that one!"

Minx was looking too, as what was obviously a plesiosaur lifted its head and neck out of the water and then submerged beneath the waves. The creature had been a stone's throw from the edge of the trees. Minx wondered if the two men had realized the beast could easily come to the surface right beside their floating home, stretch out its neck and grab one of them.

"I'm telling you she's too strong and too fast! She's a robot and she's swimming to shore. Those things won't touch her because they know they can't eat her."

Minx directed her attention back to the dark object in the sky. It looked a little like a bat...or a flying dinosaur. Well at least know I know to which land we're headed now, she thought. Why wasn't the thing flapping its wings?

"A robot? Really?" she called out to the two men. "The correct term would be android, as I would be an artificial being who appeared perfectly human. Or a replicant," she added, recalling some ancient historical tape she'd once viewed. "I'm human, you idiots. And I'm above you."

She parted the branches below her and waited until the two men came into her view. They looked up at her, Paul with hatred and Miguel in amazement.

"We'll have to delay our talk for a bit. Something's coming towards us."

"What are you talking about?" demanded Paul. Miguel looked about anxiously.

"Go back where you were a few seconds ago and look up."

She watched them disappear from her view.

"A pterodactyl!" called out Paul.

"No, it's not," stated Miguel.

"Why do you say that, Miguel?" asked Minx, slipping down the tree. He was silent as the two men watched the creature fly closer. She approached them until she was close enough to see the dinosaur, but stayed out of arm's reach of both.

"Miguel?" urged Minx.

"It's Mahar."

"That fairy tale! There are no such things as hypermen!" Although, immediately after Paul made that statement he glanced at Minx curiously.

"Yes there are, Paul. I know one," she stated. He continued to give her a strange look.

Minx watched the creature. It still had not flapped its wings, and now that it was closer she could see that its wings seemed small in proportion to its body size. The trio watched as the creature pitched an arm back and then looked to throw something in their direction. A couple of seconds later there was a bright burst of light.

"What the hell?" asked Paul.

"I've never seen him do that before!" exclaimed Miguel.

Minx watched carefully. The being hovered for several seconds, as if watching them and their floating island. Then, she thought she spied a twinkling in the air, or a shimmering, between them and the flying figure.

"Oh, crap!" Minx exclaimed. "He's thrown some type of weapon at us!"

She turned and ran through the forest. She could hear the two men behind her moving as well, and bouncing off trunks and tripping on roots in their panic. Minx wasn't sure where to go. She had no idea what the hyperman was trying to do, but she was pretty sure it wouldn't be good. Dragon had been very clear that all the stories about the cruelty of his own people had not been exaggerated.

Suddenly, the noises behind her stopped. Minx froze and looked back over her shoulder. There was no sign of either man. She was about to take another step forward when she felt something alight on her left arm. There was no pain. Her eyelids fluttered and then she collapsed to the ground.

5





Minx Ep. 04: The Sphere, Mesozoic Zone



Minx's head ached. She sat up slowly, opening her eyes as she did so. The same floating island was still all around her and there was no sign of the hyperman. Her right arm hurt a little and she found a small hole, as if a needle or pin had been pushed into her skin.

She wondered why the hyperman had used such an archaic device if he wanted to inject her with something. Or, perhaps, he had wanted her to know that she had been injected with something? However, as she rose to her feet she felt normal, aside from the headache.

"Ship?"

There was still no answer. At this point, Minx had not really expected her vessel to respond. Clearly, the link had been broken. She reached up to where the communication device lay hidden under her skin and everything felt normal, indicating the hyperman hadn't bothered doing anything to that technology. There was only a dull ache now as her fingers brushed the sensitive spot on her skull.

She walked through the forest, looking for Paul and Miguel. Once she found them she examined them carefully. Neither had a mark on their arms that matched hers. Why had the hyperman singled her out? It occurred to her it might have been for the same reason that Dragon had singled her out. She put a hand to her abdomen. Could he have activated her fertility with an injection and then impregnated her? Dragon had suggested that she might have the ability to control her own fertility, but to have that degree of self-control meant that there could be ways for others to control when she could and could not conceive.

The two men were still in a deep sleep, so she slipped back into the forest and went back to the spot where she'd awoken. Minx bent down and examined the marks upon the dirt. She could see where she had lain and she could easily note where Mahar had been relative to her position, and he had only been by her head and arm and then walked directly toward a nearby tree. She let out a relieved sigh.

She could hear Paul and Miguel beginning to wake up, but Minx wanted to know why the hyperman had rendered the three of them unconscious and what he had done following that act. His boot prints led right up to a tree, and she spotted something white in a hollow between two branches. It looked like paper. She reached in and drew it out.

'Dear young lady, and friends, I, Mahar, bid you welcome to my world. Please come to the tower ruins as soon as you can. Only there will you find the safety you desire.'

So, Minx thought, Mahar knows Galactic Standard, which wasn't too surprising as that was the tongue in which Dragon had first spoken to her. Perhaps all the hyperpeople spoke it? But, she wondered, why did he want us to go to these tower ruins? She shivered. What kind of idiot was he that he believed any of them would be stupid enough to think they would be safe in his citadel?

6

Dragon took one last look through his binoculars. After four weeks of drifting, the floating island had nearly reached the other shore. However, he noted that it was now drifting to the right, or north, meaning the current would not take it all the way to shore. Would Minx swim for the land, or would she stay aboard hoping for eventual rescue? Based upon Ship's description of Minx's recent behaviour it was far more likely that she would try to make it to shore on her own. That meant that would be the first place where he'd have to look for her.

He considered the sailing ship he'd designed: square sailed, double masted, and a shallow draft. It wouldn't be easy to sail, but it very well could be the first sailing ship to ply these waters. Certainly it would be the first that many of the sea creatures had ever seen.

"Ready the launch mechanism!" he commanded.

It was an intricate thing with levers, pulleys, and a balanced tripod, which would swing the boat off the beach and into deep water. Dragon was rather pleased with the outcome of all his designs. The ship was loaded with weapons and provisions and ready to go.

"Launch!"

The boat lifted ponderously from the sand, hung in the air, and then swung out over the water before it splashed into the sea.

"Ropes!" he ordered, as he noticed the humans watching the launch in amazement. They set to work pulling on the ropes so the boat didn't float away. A second set of ropes manned by three of the pirates pulled a vine gangway up that would allow everyone to board the ship without wading into the water.

"Everyone aboard!"

He watched with satisfaction as only one pirate remained behind. Wendy had voiced her fears to Alice about open water, and from what he'd heard it was clear she would never have gone aboard voluntarily. He could have forced her onto the ship, but he wanted the pirates to start looking at him as a leader and less as a threat, at least for the time being.

Dragon turned back to the village. The hominids were watching the activities of the humans, likely not understanding what was going on. Or did they? Minx had thought them fairly intelligent, so perhaps they did understand the concept of a boat, even a large one like this, and they may also have had some concept of traveling by water. Certainly the humans who had enslaved them had occasionally sent them out in little dugouts to do some net fishing. Would these hominids have myths and legends thousands of years from now about this departure?

At last, he was the last one to board. The hyperman took one final look around and spied what he was waiting for. A large dog-sized spider-creature with a hard shell was slowly approaching along the beach. It was definitely not a crab, so he assumed it was Arachne.

"Ship, she's here. What do I do to get her to identify me as a friend of Minx's?"

"She collected some of Minx's belongings and brought them to her, so perhaps you should show her a sword, compass, binoculars, and some other gadgets. She might be sufficiently intelligent to recognize the two of you possess the same belongings and therefore share some relationship."

Dragon made a show of unpacking these objects and then slowly introducing them to the timid arachnid. He left each on the sand and then backed away.

Arachne came forward hesitantly. She extended an arm and touched each of the items, one at a time. She clicked several times, and then turned to face the water.

Dragon kneeled in the sand. "You probably don't understand me," he said in a calm, reassuring voice, "but you're Minx's friend and I'm going to find her. I would like you to come along. I will keep you safe."

Arachne picked up the sword, carried it to Dragon and dropped it off in front of him. He sheathed it and waited. Then, she collected each of the items one by one and dropped them off in front of the hyperman. He put them away in his pack, one by one.

Dragon rose slowly to his feet. He stepped onto the vine gangway and slowly made his way to the boat. Arachne followed him, although with some difficulty. As the humans watched in amazement, he led her onto the deck, across it and then down some steps and into his room. He closed the door. Arachne froze and crouched down. Dragon showed her the special 'arachnid door' he'd made just for her, and that allowed her to come and go from his room at will. The spider appeared to relax.

Dragon went back up on deck. "Release the ropes! We sail west!" He grinned in excitement at the coming voyage, and at his eventual reunion with Minx.

7

"We don't have a choice. The current's taking us parallel to shore and I suspect it will take us back out to sea." Minx was tired of arguing with the two men. Why couldn't they just do as they were told?

"But eventually it will come back to land, right?" asked Miguel.

Minx shrugged. "I'm making the swim." She turned and leapt into the water. She swam as fast as she could, estimating it would take her about five minutes to reach shore. There was a thin vine tied to her waist, and a couple of rudimentary spears floated at the other end of it. Other than that she had no protection from any predatory sea creatures.

She heard some splashing behind her, and was relieved to see both men had joined her in the water and were also swimming for shore. She outdistanced them easily, and was soon splashing through the shallows and keeping a wary eye on the tree line. The trees were odd, mainly coniferous, enormous ferns, and another type that looked like a tall, thin pineapple.

She crouched at the edge of the surf and waited. The forest ahead of her looked dark and thick, and she suspected what remained of her clothes would not dry out as quickly as she'd like once she was in amongst the foliage. There were bird and insect sounds all around. Luckily, there seemed to be no large predators evident, but she didn't want to take any chances. Eventually the two men splashed through the waves and collapsed upon the sand, spent.

"Why...why didn't you wait for us, Minx?" asked Paul, splayed out on his back.

"I was hoping that any sea predators that came toward us would realize that you two were slower and ignore me."

"You bloodthirsty bitch!" exclaimed Paul, rolling over to face her.

"You're the would-be rapist, Paul. I'm just letting natural selection pick who gets eaten first." The bird-like noises in the trees were disappearing. She tensed. "You may want to get ready to run."

"Why?" asked an exhausted Miguel.

Minx slowly pulled on her vine until the spears were in her hands. She untied them, and then coiled the vine around her waist. She could hear something moving slowly through the vegetation, something big. The birds (were there birds during the time of the dinosaurs, she wondered) were completely silent on her left but still making some noises on her right.

"Come on," she whispered. She ran to the right, half-crouching, and crossed the beach until she reached the trees. Swatting away a few insects, she noted that she still hadn't seen the creature that was approaching. Miguel and Paul caught up to her, panting. "There!" she said, and she pointed at a clump of trees and bushes further along the beach.

A large reptilian snout had pushed its way out of the concealing vegetation, just above the sand. It was as long as Minx's arm and triangular. The mouth opened, revealing curved, but otherwise conical teeth. Then the head lifted as the creature moved out onto the beach. The beast was as big as a large crocodile, with a long thin tail and a spined sail upon its back.

"A dinosaur!" wailed Miguel.

The beast froze and looked about. All animal sounds around them had vanished, informing Minx that this was a predator and likely a voracious one. It took a few more steps out onto the sand.

"We'd better get going before it spots us," suggested Minx.

"Aren't you going to fight it?" sneered Paul.

She ignored him and backed deeper into the forest. Through the trees, she could see the creature walk over to where they had come ashore. It put its snout to the sand.

"Damn!" she whispered. "It's going to track us by scent!"

She turned about and made her way deeper into the trees, being careful to make as little sound as she could. The two men continued to follow her, waving away biting insects as they clambered over projecting roots that were barely visible in the shadows. She gave up on the idea of returning to that beach to make a boat; that was likely part of this carnivore's territory and therefore regularly patrolled. Perhaps, she thought, she could find another more isolated beach?

She came to a sudden stop at a murky, slow-flowing stream. Looking left and right, she spied no easy way to cross it and still keep her feet dry.

"What is it, Minx?" asked Paul.

"Hush!" She listened as best she could. There were very definite sounds of slow pursuit through the underbrush behind them. She had no choice but to go on, or that sail-back reptile would catch up to them.

She slipped her left leg into the inky water very slowly. The slimy liquid came up to her knee before she felt mud and silt with her toes, at least she hoped it was mud and silt. She put her weight on her left leg and sank just a little deeper.

"Okay, let's go."

The three began wading across the stream. Minx found it hard going, as the mud pulled on her feet whenever she tried to lift them to take another step, and the stream deepened the further they went into it. Biting insects of every variety surrounded them in clouds. There was a splash somewhere nearby, and the water was disturbed several metres upstream. Miguel, being the closest to the source of the noise went white, panicked and began splashing around in the water.

"Quiet!" Minx demanded.

It was no use, though. Miguel was fighting his way through the water and mud as fast as he could go, and it was making a lot of noise. There were more splashes downstream. Paul fled after the other man, leaving Minx alone and in the rear.

She continued to make her way slowly and carefully, but she could see from a strange wake on the surface of the water that something man-sized was coming closer and closer to her. When the wake was just over a metre away, she plunged one of her spears into the mud right at the head of the disturbance.

A black, rubbery tail, as thick as her thigh, swung up and through the air. The water around her bubbled and splashed violently. Red blood appeared on the surface and began spreading.

Minx looked at the surface of the stream and realized that other creatures were drawing closer, and that she would soon be surrounded unless she moved faster. She lifted her legs from the mud by putting her weight on the spear, then collapsed into the water. She crawled along the muddy bottom of the stream blindly, until it shallowed enough that she could lift her head up and take a breath. There was a branch nearby and she grabbed it, then pulled herself up and out.

She lay on the muddy shore for a split second, then rolled over and crawled away from the stream. Once she was free of the muddy bank she stood, spotted Paul and Miguel and headed over to them. Her temper faded as she drew near.

"What were they?" asked Paul.

She shook her head. "Dangerous. But I think they'll keep that sail-back thing from following us."

"You hope," said Miguel quietly. He slapped at some large fly that had landed on his bare arm.

8

Dragon paced the deck. After several days of sailing there was scarcely enough wind to push the boat, and while he didn't want to have to resort to rowing it looked as if he had no choice. "Break out the oars!"

Alice ran below decks, followed by two of the pirates. They returned in a short while with a dozen oars. The hyperman nodded to his First Mate.

"You lot!" she yelled, addressing the cave dwellers. "If you want to live then you're rowing!" She and the others tossed the oars at them.

"Even me?" asked one of the men.

"Especially you, Gable!" shouted Alice.

Dragon suppressed a chuckle. Gable had been stupid enough to think that sleeping with the First Mate gave him special privileges. The man may posses a certain charm, he thought, but he's going to need more than that to compete with a hyperman!

"Captain?" He turned his attention back to Alice. "We have extra oars."

"No, we have extra rowers."

"I see." She ordered some of the pirates to row.

That left his crew with sixteen idle hands, excluding himself and Alice. He called out to his First Mate, "Send eight below for sleep. They'll stand the second watch. You'd better go, too."

"Aye, Captain."

The blond-haired Gable gave her a raised eyebrow as she walked by him, but Alice merely shook her head.

Dragon allowed himself a smile. He altered course to the north, hoping to catch a more favourable breeze. After an hour the wind picked up, and he had the rowers raise the oars. Dragon had the sails adjusted to catch as much wind as possible. Then, he set about assigning meaningless tasks to each of those upon deck.

"Whales!" was called out across the deck a couple of hours later.

"Where?"

"Over there!" came the reply to Dragon's query. He shook his head in disgust.

The beasts were large, but not as massive as he'd thought they'd be. They had bulbous heads and grey bodies. He tapped his chin in thought. He turned to the man who'd spotted the whales. "Keep a sharp eye out for something following them. There were predators bigger than whales millions of years ago."

He ordered the rest of those on deck back to work. Dragon drew his laser pistol and stared at it in thought. With his peripheral vision he could see the humans scampering away from him. However, he had more important matters to think on.

"Ship?"

"Yes, Blackbeard?"

"Have you noticed any new problems in your systems other than the break in communications with Minx?"

"None. Why do you ask?"

"Mahar."

Dragon pointed his laser pistol into the sky and tried to fire the weapon. Nothing happened.

"He's neutralized my laser pistol."

"It could be a coincidence."

"There are no coincidences among my people."

"That, in itself, is something of a coincidence." There was a brief pause. "He has the ability to target and negate specific pieces of technology, Dragon."

"Yes. Meaning if he isn't in complete control of this world, then he might as well be. It also means that he's likely listened in on all communications between us, and between you and Minx."

"She's going to be pissed! We talked about some pretty personal stuff, Dragon."

"So when I find his remains Minx should be my first suspect?"

"Very funny. Although, you might want to try handcuffing her before you strip-search her. I don't think she's ever done that before, and you seem to have a taste for that sort of thing."

"I'll keep that in mind. It was your idea for Minx to disguise herself as an almost completely furless catgirl on Anima, wasn't it?"

"It made things more interesting for her, and caught your attention."

"Get some more rest, Ship, and let me know if there's any change in your systems."

"Captain!" came the call from the pirate who'd spotted the whales.

"What is it, John?"

"A shadow in the water behind the whales. A big shadow."

Dragon raced to the rail. There was a huge darkness, torpedo-shaped, following the whales. He couldn't see what the creature was, but it was as big as the boat. As the hyperman watched, the whales accelerated.

"Break out the spears!" Dragon ordered.

John pulled out his laser pistol.

"That thing is useless now." Dragon tilted his head, inviting the pirate to fire it at the shadow. The man did so, and nothing happened. "There's another hyperman in this world and he's rendered our laser weapons inoperable."

Some of the pirates were handing spears out, and Dragon watched as those cave dwellers on deck were also given spears. They each looked at him fearfully, but he merely turned his head back to the waves.

The shadow had turned toward their boat, apparently having discovered the new and slower prey. It passed underneath, and before Dragon could cross the deck a large yellowish tentacle rose from the water and wrapped itself around the railing on the side farthest from him.

"It's a giant squid!" shouted Dragon. "Use your swords to cut the tentacles! Spears will only be useful if they score a hit on it's head, especially it's eyes!"

As more crewmen ran on deck with spears, Dragon pointed to the centre of the deck. Out of the corner of his eye he spied Alice, spear in one hand and sword in the other, step up onto the deck and give Dragon a frightened look.

Two more tentacles rose over the railing on the port side, and the ship tilted frighteningly. Three men lost their footing and fell and rolled until they struck the railing. However, the creature's body still had not come into view.

Dragon roared in anger. A tentacle came lashing down from above him. He sidestepped it and slashed at it with his sword as it struck the deck. The smell of ammonia filled his nostrils.




Minx Ep. 04: The Sphere, Mesozoic Zone



Alice ran over to him, her sword raised to cut at the same tentacle, but the appendage slithered away very quickly. Dragon shrugged at her and gave a devil-may-care smile.

A scream of terror quickly followed by another drew his attention. Two men were hauled into the air and pulled over the side in the blink of an eye. Behind Alice, the hyperman could see humans abandoning the fight and fleeing to whatever safety was available below deck. This fight was going badly and he needed brave souls to stand beside him if they were going to fight off this threat. He momentarily thought of yelling out that the squid was going to pull the entire ship underwater to finish its meal, but realized that would make no difference to a panicking human.

The boat tilted again, and Dragon caught his first look at the enormous head and eye of the monster. Having spotted all its targets, tentacles shot over the rail and across the deck. The hyperman was too fast for the one aimed for him, and a quick shove on Alice's chest threw her away from the one about to latch on to her. However, others were not so lucky. Dragon counted six plucked from the deck.

He ran for the port railing, stepped upon it and launched himself well above the squid. He could see it just below the surface of the water, a tentacle curled by its beak and red spreading through the water. Then he fell, and as he fell he hurled the spear as hard as he could into its enormous, liquid eye. His spear sunk deep into the jelly-like substance and then quivered.

Dragon landed atop the beast's head, in shin-deep water. He grabbed the pommel of his sword in both hands and began slashing madly. Slash. Twist. Withdraw. He repeated this several times in a matter of seconds.

Then the squid began to roll, attempting to throw off its tormentor. He leapt against the roll and stabbed his sword in deep when he landed. Dragon was on his knees and resumed his slashing and cutting.

A tentacle curled by him, carrying a wriggling figure towards the creature's mouth. The hyperman reached out and sliced through the rubbery arm, dropping a woman beside him. He put one arm around her, picked her up and then resumed his attacks upon the squid one-handed.

"Throw your spears at it!" he shouted out to any who remained on deck.

Four flew past him, to sink into the soft flesh. Dragon turned to one and struck it with the pommel of his sword, hammering it in more deeply. The leviathan rolled again, and, this time, Dragon and his companion were thrown into the water.

The hyperman released the woman, broke the surface, took in a great gasp of air, and then looked around. Tentacles were slipping beneath the waves. He could pick out frightened figures splashing around in the water. The squid appeared to have retreated from the fight, but he knew other carnivores would soon be coming by to look for uneaten tidbits.

"On deck! Help us back on deck!" he called out.

Alice and some of the pirates appeared by the port railing. Ropes were thrown and spears were extended. One by one, the survivors in the water were hauled to safety.

"How many did we lose?" Dragon asked his First Mate, once everyone had been brought back aboard.

"We can't account for four. Jacques, Lefty and Sally have disappeared. So has one of the cavemen."

"Which one?"

"Xie."

"How many ran below decks?"

"Five, Captain. Shall I bring them out for punishment?"

Dragon looked around at the survivors who'd stayed on deck or been grabbed and thrown into the sea. "Those cowards are to stand watch at the rail until I tell you otherwise. If any of them fall asleep or get distracted then you have my permission to throw them overboard." Alice grinned wickedly. "For the victors, let's break out some food and fresh water!"

The First Mate scurried off to follow his orders. The others stared at Dragon in awe.

"What I did any of you could have done. It didn't require hyperman strength or speed. However, each of you stood beside me and I won't forget that."

The hyperman went to the bow and looked across the water. This sea abounded with a variety of dangerous predators. While he was quite capable, much more so than any human he knew, Dragon realized that he'd need help to survive this world. He needed these humans to stand beside him and follow his orders no matter what danger confronted them. Could he really trust them to do what needed to be done? Minx would have stood beside him; he knew that on an instinctive level. He also was aware that Minx would have done exactly as he'd done if it was needed, and despite what he'd said he had no real belief that any of these others would have.

9

"Therapod, and likely a carnivore," whispered Minx.

Mike and Miguel paled, and their eyes followed her pointing finger. There was a trail through these woods, one that Minx had obstinately refused to walk along, although she had seemed eager to keep it in view as they walked. The two-legged creature was standing on the trail and staring at one of the pineapple-like trees.

"It's smaller than we are. It's harmless," offered Paul.

Minx shrugged and waved Paul toward the trail. He refused to take the offer. Instead he looked at Miguel and titled his head to suggest the other man go on. Miguel paled.

"Then we wait. For now," stated Minx. She sat back against a tree, placed her spears across her lap and then closed her eyes. During her travels in this world she had learned to take the opportunity for rest whenever it arose. She listened to the two men discussing her in whispers as they brushed away their insect tormentors. Minx pretended to be unaffected by the various pests, and the mud and dirt covering much of her body helped to protect her from them.

"And I say we should jump her now," continued Paul. "We outnumber her. We can take the spears, tie her up, and use her as bait so if anything big attacks us it will go after her instead."

"That's cold," answered Miguel.

"It's exactly what she's been doing to us!" said Paul, his voice rising. "This isn't about a little harmless fun anymore. This is about survival!"

"She seems pretty good at this kind of thing. It's probably in her programming..."

Minx listened to the rest of their conversation, but was convinced nothing was going to come of Paul's crazy ideas. She did wonder, however, why she was sticking around these two. She certainly didn't need them; in fact, she didn't need anyone. She'd proven that to herself time and time again. Although, she had to admit that she missed talking to Ship. And Arachne, she hoped the spider was doing well. As for Dragon, she needed that lumbering and arrogant hyperman just as much as she needed these two! So why hadn't she abandoned them?

"Minx?"

"Yes, Miguel," she answered without opening her eyes.

"That therapod has moved on."

"Which way?"

There was a hesitation that annoyed her. Why hadn't they been watching the thing?

"Back the way we came from."

Minx opened her eyes. "Let's get going, then."

"Wait one minute," demanded Paul. "Where are we going?"

She stared at the two men. "Well, I'm travelling in this direction," she said, pointing west.

"That's away from the sea," accused Paul.

"So it is. Goodbye." Minx stood, stretched, scratched some of the dried mud from her abdomen, and then began walking.

There was a hurried debate behind her. Then she heard the two scrambling to catch up with her.

"Why are we going this way, Minx?" asked Miguel. He winced and then slapped at a particularly large bug on his leg.

She bit her lip. She didn't want to admit that Mahar had communicated with her, or that she hoped he'd somehow be willing to provide her with an escape from this hollow world. She thought it was a slim chance, but better than wandering around waiting for a tyrannosaurus to gobble her up. And Dragon had been somewhat friendly with her so, she reasoned, perhaps this Mahar might share the other hyperman's interests. After all, she reminded herself, she had no obligations to Dragon; especially since he now had a companion.

"What did Mahar say to you?" asked Miguel.

"What?" Paul and Minx asked at the same time.

"Well, he didn't kill us or do anything to us that we can determine, but he must have knocked us out for some reason. He wanted some information from us. He didn't talk to me this time, and I'm pretty sure he didn't talk to Paul. So he must have talked with you."

"You're crazy!" Paul looked at his friend in shock. "First you think she's a robot and now you think that imaginary hyperman of yours is real and stopped by to have a chat with her!"

"He didn't talk to me, Miguel." She slipped her hand down her top, then brought it back out with the folded note between two fingers. "He left this for me to find."

Minx dropped the note into Miguel's hand. Paul pulled it from the other man's grasp, unfolded it and then read it aloud.

"And you don't think he might be lying?" The sarcastic look on Paul's face gave Minx the sudden urge to hit him. "He's a hyperman. They're evil, sadistic, arrogant..." He went quiet and gave her an odd look.

"He's promised us safety!' exclaimed Miguel. "All we have to do is make it to some place called the tower ruins and he'll protect us!"

"I'm going there," said Minx, refusing to elaborate further. She took the note from Paul's hand, folded it and then hid it back in her top.

"And we're going, too," replied Miguel. Minx found herself disgusted by the eagerness in his voice. Hadn't he heard that the note was addressed to her? They were mere add-ons to the welcome. She understood that to mean that this hyperman was inviting her and the others were welcome to come, as he was pretty sure he'd find some use for them. She suspected the offer of safety only applied to her, as well, assuming it was even genuine.

Minx shrugged and resumed her journey. A happier Miguel and a scowling Paul followed her. She refrained from scratching at the dried mud, as it seemed less of a bother than the multitude of flying insects that had no trouble keeping up with the trio.

10

There was a knock on the door of Dragon's cabin. Arachne rose from her bed of drying leaves and hissed. Dragon looked up from the simple table he was seated at. It appeared his map would have to wait for the time being.

"Come in," commanded the hyperman. He'd heard the soft sounds of bare feet coming to his door and wondered if Alice was shirking her responsibilities.

The door opened slowly until Vanessa, one of the cave-people that had tormented Minx, was standing in the opening. She licked her lips and tried to give him a suggestive look, but the scar across her cheek flared red and drew all attention away from the more feminine parts of her face.

"Well, what is it Vanessa?" Dragon eased his facial features. He smiled slightly and then made it disappear, noting that Vanessa's growing smile had indicated his deception was successful.

"Captain," she began huskily, "I just wanted to thank you for saving me from that monster squid. I thought I was going to die, and I'm so grateful!"

"Oh, so that was you. I knew it was someone female, but I didn't realize exactly who it was. My attention was occupied during the battle."

"During your battle with the enormous squid! You killed the thing by yourself, and barehanded! You were so brave." She waited for him to say something, but he purposefully remained silent. "I just had to come and thank you...personally."

"Ah, I see. To the victorious go the spoils."

She was momentarily confused. Then, "Or, when you save the damsel in distress she's grateful. Eagerly grateful." She arched an eyebrow and licked her lips again.

"And you'd like to pay me with your body? For services rendered?"

"Any way you like," Vanessa suggested.

"Fine. Strip."

She blinked in surprise and then slipped the shoulders of her leather garment over her arms. She pretended to a sudden shyness and covered her nipples with one forearm, as she pushed the remainder of her clothing to the floor. Then she swallowed and lowered her arm, revealing herself.

Dragon took a good look, and had to admit she was attractive. Her breasts were not large, and drooped a little, but each would be a soft and a pleasant handful. She wasn't slim, but the few added pounds rounded her hips.

"Very nice, Vanessa. Throw your clothes in the corner. You won't need them anymore."

Her eyes opened wide in excitement as she followed his command.

"There's some rope on the wall, over there. Fetch it, please."

She skipped across the room, took the rope and returned to where she'd been standing.

"Captain, the door is still open. Shall I close it to give us privacy?"

"No need." Her cheeks went pink. "Come here, Vanessa."

She quickly walked over to him. Dragon took her hands, wrapped the rope around her wrists and then tied it off. He looked up into her face. He could tell by her expression that she was eager to thank him. He reached up to one of her breasts and thumbed a nipple. There was a reaction on both breasts, and she closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes, Vanessa."

She did so. He put his hand between her legs and then brought it up. Her lower lips were almost dripping. She opened her knees a bit, lowering herself onto his hand a little more.

"That's enough. Return to where you were before."

She hesitated, and then thinking it was part of his game she hurried to obey him. Then, she waited as he merely stared at her.

"Captain," she ventured, "I understand you like ropes and things like that. I just wanted to let you know that I can be very submissive for you. I'll do everything that you tell me to do." She gave him what she hoped was an enticing smile.

"Oh, in that case, should I drag you behind the boat for an hour, or do you think it would be best if we simply suspended you a metre or so above the waves beside our craft?"

"Captain?"

He gave her an evil grin and wiped his hand off on the leg of his uniform. "You didn't think I'd actually sully myself and have intercourse with you? That would be sexual relations with a lower animal!"

"What? But, don't you think I'm..."

"Does Rod know you're here?"

"Why, yes. Of course. You gave me to him. You don't think I'd come here without his..."

"And he doesn't consider you a good enough fuck to even be jealous?"

Vanessa's mouth opened in horror. "You can't mean that! I'm not ugly! Men want me! You want me!"

"Silence!" Vanessa stepped forward as if to argue, then looked at her bound hands and went silent.

"Rod!" shouted Dragon.

There were a few moments of silence, then both heard booted feet pounding down the stairs. Rod ran down the hall and into the room. He gave Vanessa an angry glare, then turned to Dragon.

"Captain?"

"She says you let her come to my room." Dragon steepled his fingers and sat back.

"Well..." Rod tried to read the hyperman's face and failed. He turned to Vanessa, hoping she would surrender some information about exactly what his captain wanted to hear, but she merely glared at the hyperman. "Yes, I did."

"Why?"

"Well, she's a pretty good screw. Her pussy and ass are pretty tight, and she's quite willing to use her mouth. At least she was once I explained things to her." Vanessa's face went pink again and she gave Rod a hurt look. "I don't mind sharing her with you Captain, especially if it means a promotion."

Dragon began examining his fingernails. "And you don't have Alice's natural charms to help you?"

"Obviously not. But, having a loyal first and second mate would help you. And I think you're going to be captain for a long, long time."

"And you intend to benefit during that period. That's very forward thinking, Rod." He turned back to the man. "By the way, hyperpeople are bisexual."

Rod looked surprised, and then concerned. "Ah, well you see...uhm, Captain? It's like this, sir. I'm not...well, you're a good-looking man, Captain. But..."

"Relax. I was just testing you. Only some of us are."

Rod's relief was visible and audible.

"So you sent her here as barter?"

"Of course, Captain."

Vanessa glared at Rod. "As barter? After everything I've done for you? After everything you've done to me? I'm barter?"

"Silence, Vanessa!" Dragon noted that Rod was not totally insensitive to Vanessa's feelings and decided to test Rod's loyalty. "Rod, I want to use her as fish bait. It would be nice to have a nice shark fillet, or plesiosaur steak, wouldn't it?"

"And I suppose as bait..."

Vanessa went white and stumbled, but kept on her feet.

"Yes, I suppose we get one use out of her. Two if we're lucky, although I think the probability of her surviving her first time as bait is almost zero. What do you think?"

"Please, Rod! Don't let him do this!"

"Shut up!" Rod snarled. Vanessa started sobbing quietly. "Captain, I was sort of getting used to her. I mean...I'd like to have her for a couple more weeks. If that's possible. Maybe we could use one of the cavemen, instead? Or maybe one of the cowards?"

"I did have my heart set on a nice tiger shark fillet," mused Dragon. He spied Vanessa's eyes rolling up into her head. "Catch her, Rod!"

The man's reflexes were fast enough that he kept her head from hitting the floor. He scooped up the unconscious woman in his arms. "You were just playing her, right?"

"Maybe." Dragon rose from his chair. He collected Vanessa's clothes, and brought them to Rod. "Throw her clothes overboard. She goes naked from now on, and keep her tied near your bed. She can no longer walk anywhere she wants on the ship, unless you've a leash on her. If she starts making noises about it, then let her know you barely talked me out of using her as bait and that if I catch her walking around loose you won't be able to save her."

"Okay, Captain." Rod turned to go, then stopped. "Captain, it was partly her idea to come to you and not just because you saved her. She heard from some of the others that this Minx woman is your wife or girlfriend and she was hoping to seduce you to get back at her. I figured it wouldn't matter because the other woman isn't here and never has to know."

"Thank you, Rod. I'll talk to Alice about the possibility of you becoming second mate. You'd better keep on that red-head's good side!"

11

Minx was perfectly camouflaged as she lay in the shadowy undergrowth. She was making no efforts to wipe the dark mud from her skin, and her dark brown hair was caked to her skull and back. She crawled forward a little more, pushed aside some fronds and studied the gently flowing pool.

It was an oxbow river that the three of them had come to, and it blocked their westward journey. It also, Minx thought hungrily, offered a chance at finding some food. The main river was a dozen metres off to her left, so she didn't have to worry about the dinosaur-type crocodiles-things that she'd seen, or the large reptilian and amphibian herbivores that she'd noticed munching vegetation on the bank. This pool was small enough that it might not feed something large, so it might be seldom visited. However, it wasn't stagnant as there was some flow.

Ripples spread from a short distance out from the edge of the water. Minx hadn't seen what caused the ripples, but hoped it was a fish, frog or turtle. She readied a spear.

A hand on her ankle almost made her jump. She turned about to see Paul, his hand still on her leg, with a finger to his lips. She gave him a quick kick, then turned her attention back to the pool.

"Is there anything dangerous?" called out Paul in a voice that wasn't as quiet as she would have preferred but did show some effort on his part.

She nodded for him to approach the edge of the water beside her.

"Where's Miguel?" she asked.

"Keeping an eye out for big predators coming our way."

"That wasn't what I asked."

He shrugged in response. "The pond looks safe." He rose until he was crouching. "I'll need a spear."




Minx Ep. 01: Interstellar Bounty Hunter



Episode I: Interstellar Bounty Hunter

Thank you to searchingforperfection and CatBown for their hard work in editing this story. I appreciate all comments, votes and feedback.

I

She made sure to shyly avert her gaze when her eyes met his from across the strip club.

Waldo had seen her as soon as he entered the main room, with its dim lighting and blaring, thumping music. She was standing between the women's changing room and some stairs that led up to the main stage. Another anxious girl stood immediately behind her and a bouncer loomed over any patrons who stumbled too near.

Waldo looked about the room and spied two gorgeous, large-breasted women on stage, each wrapped around a pole and with nothing wrapped around them. They were typical peelers, with a bruise here and there, forced smiles and eyes that revealed either addictions or complete boredom with their job. A few waitresses, comparatively modestly dressed, patrolled the tables and dodged groping hands while they filled drink orders. Waldo spotted a half dozen bouncers along the walls, theirs eyes searching for any behaviour deemed dangerous for one of the girls or not-yet-paid-for.

His attention was drawn back to the first woman he had noticed, and the one behind her. They both wore semi-transparent, plastic lingerie, which still left some mystery as to what they were going to show on stage. They also both seemed strangely nervous and then he remembered the sign outside the front door: 'Free Tryouts Tonight Ladies! A Chance to Earn Some Easy Credits!' He suspected that the two waiting their turn by the stage were here to earn those easy credits. Fingering the credits in his pocket, he wondered exactly what they would buy him if he were to try to make a deal with either one of those girls. Then he smiled and wondered if he had enough to make an offer to both girls. Waldo was quite willing to take advantage of a woman in a desperate situation.

He took an empty seat in front of center stage, scowling at the man who had been about to sit there. Keeping an eye on the current dancers, he ordered a drink from a passing waitress. Waldo kept an eye on the entrance as well, just in case someone he should be wary of walked in. He'd been to this bar every night for the last four days. It had been a mistake to get into this routine, but he'd been on the run for so long and he'd had no fun at all since that socialite's family had decided to send bounty hunters after him.

Once again, Waldo silently cursed the universe over his misfortune. All he had done was kidnap the young woman. She was moderately famous and her family was excessively wealthy. Add to that her habits of partying, alcohol indulgence and drug usage and she was a prime target for someone like him. It was her own fault, he thought with a snarl. Sure the family had paid up, but Waldo had also been contacted by an agent from Rixlox who had offered him a near fortune for this celebrity. They were always on the lookout for sex slaves and were willing to pay top dollar for untrained girls.

Waldo slammed his drink down on the stage. The stupid Rixlox ship had been captured, the woman returned to her family and he had been blamed for what had almost happened to her. Her family had contacted the Bounty Hunter's Guild and Waldo had been on the run for the last seven months.

As their music ended one of the dancers sauntered over to him, somehow sensing he had some credits to spend.

"Fuck off," he told her and he took another drink. He was waiting for the frightened girl by the stairs to come up on stage; she didn't look as well used and Waldo preferred his playthings to be young and easily surprised.

Waldo took another look at the entrance and then scanned the crowd. One of the bounty hunters had admitted that there were three in total, right before Waldo strangled him. The crook had spotted one of the remaining hunters on Mars. He was an ox of a man, but he had been slow and Waldo had eluded him easily. He hadn't seen the other hunter and figured that the man had never picked up his trail. He was almost free now, he congratulated himself, all he had to do was reach Terra and he could lose himself in the billions crammed onto that tiny planet. That was why he had come to this station, despite the fact that the Bounty Hunter's Guild was headquartered here. Terra was one short drop down the gravity well. 

The bouncer gently urged the first girl up the stairs. As she reached the stage, she seemed to become more confident. A few lewd calls from the various patrons didn't seem to distract her at all.

The lights began flashing and soft music, with a very steady and deep beat, began playing throughout the club. The girl walked slowly to center stage and suggestively wrapped her hands around the pole. She had a slim build and smooth, firm legs fully revealed by her short and semi-transparent negligee. Her breasts strained against her tight top and looked firm to all admiring eyes. She had long brown hair, green sparkling eyes, full red lips and a pert nose. She wore high heels, but was apparently not used to them as she kicked them off before starting to dance.

The girl walked around the edge of the stage, eying all the men in the front row. Then she came back to stand right in front of Waldo. He waved a few credits at her to ensure she didn't move away and her fear seemed to evaporate as she stared at Waldo's offering. The fact that she was so easily bought brought a smile to his face.

She shifted her hips from side to side in time with the beat while she brought her hands up from her hips, across her stomach and then over her breasts, after briefly squeezing them together. Her hands rose to her throat and then into her curls and were lost from sight. She looked straight down into Waldo's eyes, opened her lips and then her tongue seductively licked those same red lips. 

Waldo was mesmerized, staring at that face. He barely heard the sudden shouts and the cessation of the music. All thoughts of keeping a watch for his pursuers vanished from his lust-filled mind. He somehow knew that this girl was only here for him as their eyes locked.

His gaze slowly travelled down from her face, until he noticed the girl was pointing a laser pistol at his chest and holding a bounty hunter's badge up for everyone to see.

"Waldo Smitts," she said calmly, "you're coming with me."

II

"What else have you got? There must be another job," complained that same girl to an official at the Guild later that day. After dropping Waldo off at the Guild holding cells and receiving her payment, she had quickly headed for her assigned room and showered thoroughly, as that pole in the strip club had been slick. Then she changed into the standard white Guild uniform, ate and headed to the Assignments Office to find what new work was available. Waldo's bounty had been big, but it had barely finished paying off what she owed on Ship and there hadn't been anything extra for the upgrades she had wanted. Ship's behaviour was unusual at times.

The sixty year old man behind the desk scratched the stump of his left arm thoughtfully. "Look, Minx, I've got nothing suitable for you. You know that the more crowded and civilized planets have a glut of hunters. It's safer to hunt your prey there or on a nice space station like this one. The crooks know this too and rarely come to these locales anymore. So there's rarely work. There were three of you out hunting Waldo!"

"You must have something for me," she pleaded. With a body like hers she wouldn't starve, but the most likely work she could get would be stripping, prostitution or porn. She had been a librarian, but she didn't think she could go back to that now.

"Oh, I've got lots of jobs, but no one willing to take them. They're too damn dangerous." His eyes shifted down to her breasts and then back to her face. She knew that he meant the jobs were too damn dangerous for a woman.

"Tell me about them and let me decide."

"Okay. Okay," he surrendered. "The first one is on Rixlox." Her eyebrows went up. "We've actually got about a dozen job requests for that planet. Various young women taken there by Rixlox agents and their families are willing to pay us huge fees to get them back or, if they are 'too damaged', kill the bastards responsible. You know the dangers."

Indeed, she did know the dangers. Every citizen of Rixlox carried an identification chip in their brain that identified them either as an owner or as owned and it was very difficult to mimic. Strangers were not allowed to visit Rixlox. Anyone breaking the law on Rixlox became subject to lifelong punishment. For a man it meant torture for public amusement or the body banks. For a woman it meant torture for public amusement, the body banks or enslavement and possible torture for private amusement. She was not going to Rixlox!

"What else have you got?" she asked with a sinking feeling in her stomach

"Hrmph! A bounty hunter is needed to find one Cyros Cuthbert on the planet Rigel VI." He looked at her questioningly.

"That might be the one. What can you tell me about Rigel VI?" She leaned forward, with her hands on his desk.

"Well, it's a swamp planet with only three major cities. There's a fairly big and organized criminal element there. Cuthbert is believed to have gone off into the swamps to avoid the local 'officials'. Rigel VI is an old world. The life there's adapted to almost every possibility. They have a few types of deadly insects and one type of water worm that anaesthetizes its victim while it bites an opening into the flesh. They then lay their eggs inside the living victim. The eggs hatch within twenty-four hours and the larvae begin burrowing deeper and deeper. They enter a symbiotic relationship with the host and grow and grow. When they reach maturity, they begin eating the host from the inside." He looked at the screen he held. "Plus quite a variety of carnivorous plants, some large enough to devour humans. Oh, and sixteen fatal diseases which currently have no cure. When you leave Rigel VI you have to spend two weeks in quarantine to make sure you're not carrying anything out with you."

Minx felt a little ill. "That one's not for me."

"The rest are pretty much the same, sweetheart." He placed his hands on the table and gave her a paternal look. "Maybe you're just not cut out for this line of work?"

"I don't like my other options." He nodded in response, again glancing at her breasts.

"Go have a drink in the bar. Rest for a few days. Maybe go down to Earth and visit some of the pleasure domes. They have perversions to fit anyone's tastes."

"Yeah, maybe. Let me know if a job comes up."

"Why in Hell would I bump you to the top of my list, Minx?"

She left his office, disappointed and pondering the wisdom of her switch in careers from librarian to bounty hunter. She fit in well to both jobs, surprising many of her fellow hunters. She had only been trailing crooks for a few years, but she was resolved that she was not going back to being a boring librarian. Not after the exciting things she'd seen and done recently.

She didn't remember reaching the Guild bar or finding an empty table. She ordered a scotch from the robot bartender and the thing tried to start up a conversation with her. Damn artificial personalities, she silently swore. She shooed the mechanical man back to his bar and then wondered how her life had gone so wrong.

The robot bartender asked her a second time, "Did you want another drink miss?" She nodded her head and then looked down at the single empty glass on her table. She looked at the digital clock in the table.

"An hour and I've only had one drink! I must be upset." She looked about her and saw most of the other tables were occupied, many by friendless hunters sitting alone. Everyone's in a funk, she thought. Then she heard laughter behind her. Minx glanced quickly at who was there and saw three older hunters. One appeared to be buying drinks for the others and all were in a celebratory mood.

"I tell you lads, going to the fringe was the best thing I ever did. There are tonnes of bounties available and few hunters. You pick a planet and you're probably the only bounty hunter there. Hell, you pick any group of systems and you're probably the only hunter there. I'm here for a year to throw away my earnings and then I'm back out making more money. And that's not the best of it."

"What is?" asked one of his friends.

"While these systems are so far out we have no back-up, it also means there are practically no controls. You can pretty much do whatever you want to get your bounty. Absolute freedom," he said with a nasty smile.

That's what I want, thought Minx. She dropped some credits into the slot on the table, stood and strode out of the bar. Going directly to the Assignment Officer's office, she was admitted reluctantly and the older man offered her a seat again.

"What can I do for you, Minxamallia Lazer?" He took a sip of his coffee.

"I want a bounty out on the fringe of the galaxy," she said as she made herself comfortable.

He spit out his mouthful of coffee. "God damn! Why are you cracking jokes like that when I've got a mouthful of coffee? Get the Hell out of here!"

"I'm serious."

The official stood up and patted his pants with some napkins. "This is going to stain..."

"Look, are you going to refuse me a bounty?"

He sat down again and stared at the beautiful young woman, searching for any signs that she was joking. "No, but you will listen to me young lady." He pointed a finger at her face. "I'd rather see you peeling at the club where you picked up Waldo or turning tricks than..."

"I'm sure you would," she interrupted.

"God damn it! I'm trying to help you. You don't have any idea what it's like out there. We have damn few specifications on worlds out at the fringe and bounty hunters are usually the first ones to bring us back a description. At least the ones that come back do. Those worlds I described to you earlier could be duplicated out there or it could be a hundred times worse. God damn! I've heard rumours there's still a Galactic Empire Navy out there somewhere. You can imagine what they would do to you if they got their hands on you."

"Give me a bounty." She was quite smug that she had managed to conceal her shiver at his mention of the Empire.

The official glared at her. He was torn by his sense of duty to a junior member and by his immediate anger at her. "Fine." He typed something into his screen and his desk spit out a small ruby cube. He tossed it carelessly in her direction. "Now get to your ship and plug this in and don't blame me if you end up on some alien monster's dinner table."

III

Minx walked up to Ship carrying her few belongings in a large shoulder bag. "Ship?"

"Identify yourself or be destroyed," said a sultry, female voice. Some strange armament that Minx had never seen before popped out of a hidden panel in the side of Ship and pointed directly at her.

"Minxamallia Lazer. Bounty hunter, 6th Class. Now let me in you damned paranoid bat!" Ship did indeed look something like a giant, white bat. Minx had asked about the design when she had bought Ship and been told that it was a custom job that the owner had not completed payment on. "I thought I told you to relax when you were in a Guild hangar."

"A girl can't be too careful. I've got my reputation to think of," replied Ship.

Minx rolled her eyes. She had come to suspect that the personality on Ship was a custom job, as well.

"Minx, I'm glad to see you. It's been soooo boring here. These other Ships don't like games at all." Ship willed a door open and Minx stepped inside, tossing her bag to an empty corner and then sat in her pilot's chair. She pushed the ruby cube into the interface slot designed for it and waited.

"What was that gun you pointed at me?"

"Well...that was the waste outflow from the bathroom, boss."

Minx sighed. "What about the infocube, Ship? I know you only need a second to absorb all the information. What's our mission?"

"It's a long trip. We'd better start out right away."

"Okay, you take care of the flying and tell me what you can about our mission." Minx opaqued the cockpit windows and then sat back. Ship was gentle and her flying was graceful. On a casual takeoff like this, the bounty hunter rarely had any sense of movement unless the windows were transparent.

"We're looking for one Frag Thorn. You can see him on the screen in front of you."

Minx scowled. The man was shaved partially bald, had a scar across one eye and was missing two teeth. "He's uglier than most. Are you sure he's human?"

"He robbed a bank across the galaxy of three million credits in precious metals, and murdered four bankers. He fled to a planet called Anima. Another hunter tracked him to that world and then disappeared. The only information I have on the planet is that it was populated by a semi-human race that lacks even stone-age technologies like electricity and gunpowder. We are to apprehend him and return him to a Guild base. He is considered very dangerous and the planet is considered a high-risk planet. We'll have no back-up."

"How'll we track him?"

"Lucky for us, Anima's location is known with a reasonable degree of certainty. As for his location on the planet, much of the booty he stole was marked with an unusual and harmless type of radiation. We'll be able to pinpoint his location on the planet quite easily. He probably doesn't even know there's a bounty hunter and her valiant Ship on his trail."

"But he will have guessed it, Ship, especially if he encountered the first hunter. And banks don't let that much money walk out the door without a fight. How long until we get to Anima?"

"Eight months at maximum speed. There aren't enough supplies on board so you'll have to use the couch," Ship reminded her owner.

Minx didn't mind hibernation, as she sometimes had the most intriguing dreams, even though all the experts said you weren't supposed to dream while in that state. "Get it ready for me."

"I'll be bored while you're sleeping," said Ship sadly.

IV

"Wake up, you little sleepy head," called Ship.

Minx awoke from a dream where she was living in a cloud city with beautiful angels who had welcomed her as one of their own. A very bad hibernation headache struck her like a steel rod and she put a hand to her head to hold her skull still. Most people didn't get them and she had never determined why she did, every single time. "Ooohhhhh. Where are we?"

"You had alcohol immediately before going through the long sleep, didn't you?"

"Yes, mother. Give me some medicine." As she lay still on the couch an injection tube disengaged itself from the side, brushed her arm and returned to its previous position. "That feels better already, Ship."

"We're orbiting Anima, boss. I have located Frag Thorn. I've also researched the indigenous intelligent life and have several possible disguises for you."

"Show me the planet." Minx sat up and stretched with a loud yawn. She slowly eased herself to her feet, staggered to the cockpit and then slumped down in the pilot's chair.

A yellow-white dust-bowl of a planet appeared on the screen in front of her. From the name, Minx had expected a more colourful world. With all the stolen credits, why had Frag hidden himself here, she wondered? Was he so afraid of being caught that he'd willingly flee to the edge of the galaxy?

"Temperatures range from eighty Celsius at the equator to minus ten Celsius at either pole. Night-time temperatures are up to ten or twenty degrees cooler, depending on your elevation. The planet is very dry, although water is buried less than fifty meters down in most habitable areas. There are small settlements in the habitable areas surrounded by farmlands. There are few forested areas or jungles. One day lasts about twenty hours, while one year lasts about three hundred days. The primary is a blue giant and appears as a tiny disk in the sky. There are no moons, but there is one artificial satellite. It's very old and barely functioning. It won't talk to me unless I supply the correct Galactic Empire code."




Minx Ep. 01: Interstellar Bounty Hunter



Minx raised her eyebrows at that and became suddenly alert. Could the rumours be true and the Galactic Empire had survived out here, at the edge of the intergalactic void, all these centuries? She shivered. Getting eaten alive seemed a pleasant fate relative to being in the thrall of the hypermen of the Galactic Empire. They had been far stronger, faster and tougher than ordinary people. They could read the minds of ordinary people. They didn't particularly like to kill ordinary people; they liked to 'experiment' on them.

"Do you happen to have the correct Galactic Empire code, Ship?"

"No."

"Does the satellite appear to be a threat to us?"

"It's currently in a geosynchronous orbit over a small ruin of a building that lies in an isolated area. It looks somewhat damaged from random collisions so I don't think it has an active defensive system. There appears to be no communication between anything or anyone on the planet and the satellite. I think we can ignore it, boss."

"Where is Frag Thorn?" Minx planned to finish this job as fast as possible, just in case.

"Somewhere in this region, Minx." A portion of the northern hemisphere of the planet glowed red. It was a big area. "It encompasses three separate towns and a number of farms."

"Show me examples of the intelligent indigenous life."

The image on the screen changed to an image of a male and female-'rhino-people'? Minx read the information and then tapped the screen for it to continue. Soon she was just glancing at the pictures and tapping the screen rapidly. She had counted over thirty different types of animal-people. Her target would stand out easily, unless he had disguised himself.

"Which of the settlements does it seem most likely for Frag Thorn to be hiding in?" asked Minx.

"One of the three towns seems to be a religious commune and the second appears to be a placid farming community. The third appears to be a little wilder, having the occasional street brawl and examples of public intoxication. There is a ninety-seven per cent chance that Frag Thorn is in the third town."

"I agree." Minx remembered the images of the various animal-people. "I'll need a disguise and I guess I'll have to look like one of these animal-people. Which is the best choice, Ship? I'll need something that doesn't seem too unusual or rare, and something that appears to be located in at least several areas across the town."

"I have two choices. First, a rhino-girl." The screen displayed the rhino-woman again. She was wearing a tight, black leather outfit and carried a dagger and sword at her belt. Her skin was grey and patched as if very dry. Her lower face projected out and there was a ten centimetre horn protruding from the end of her nose.

"It looks like a semi-permanent disguise, Ship."

"Indeed it is. There is a thirty-two per cent chance that some of the cosmetic changes will be irreversible. Also, the rhino-people seem eighty-nine per cent more likely to become involved in fights than any other group. You'd look cute with a ten inch horn on your nose..."

"Let's look at choice number two," interrupted Minx, irritably.

The image on the screen was replaced with a cat-woman. "Second choice is a cat-girl, boss. They vary in appearance widely, meaning I can guarantee a non-permanent disguise. I have yet to observe one in a fight, so the danger level is likely low. They have entered almost every building that I can see. Some have stayed for extended periods in various buildings around town."

"Why is she naked?" Minx could see the cat-woman's nipples not-quite hidden beneath the fur on her chest. Fur covered her crotch well enough, though.

"There are two varieties of cat-girls that I can see. The clothed variety tends to stay in only a few locations and is never seen alone. The naked cat-girls travel alone frequently and meet the description you gave me admirably. Many of them have a collar around their throats, probably made of some soft, flexible material."

The brunette sighed. "What are my chances of success if I use any disguise except the naked cat-woman disguise?"

"Less than twenty per cent."

"And if I use the naked cat-girl disguise?"

"Eighty to ninety per cent, Minx."

"Was there anything else, Ship?"

"I don't know anything about the native languages. They're not broadcasting on any EM band, so I can't feed you the language while you're sleeping."

"Well, let's hope they speak Galactic Standard. It hasn't changed much in a few hundred years and it is spoken throughout the galaxy. If it isn't, then I'll play dumb until I pick up their language." Minx was a quick learner and good with languages so she was confident about her ability to speak with locals wherever she went. "Okay, I'm going back to the bed. Disguise me as one of those cat-women, please."

V

"Minx? Wake up Minx." Ship's voice was gentle.

Minx opened her eyes. Her nose felt itchy, as did her back around the shoulders, her ribs under her arms and her lower legs and feet. Her tailbone ached. She twitched her nose and saw the whiskers shift around. Groggily, she sat up and then pushed herself to her feet.

"Get me a mirror, Ship."

"Right in front of you."

Minx stood up straight and looked into the mirror.

"Oh, my God! What have you done? This doesn't look like the picture you showed me."

Minx's breasts and nipples had a very fine fur across them, but were otherwise fully exposed. Her abdomen and arms were bare. Her upper legs were bare. Her ears pointed. Her patch of pussy hair had been spread almost up to her belly button, but there was no fur directly between her legs. There was fur or hair wherever she itched. She teased out some of her arm hair and realized it was now fur and not hair. She turned her back to the mirror and looked at the meter long, twitching cat's tail growing out of her flesh just above her bare bottom. "Ship!"

"Minx, as I said there is quite a variation in the appearance of cat-girls. This had allowed me to leave much of your bone structure alone, with the exception of your tailbone. But I guarantee that you'll be able to walk down the street exactly as you are and no one there will think of you as anything except a normal cat-girl."

"You'd better be right. Find a good spot near town to conceal yourself and take us in for a landing." Minx frowned at her new appearance and wondered if Ship had contrived to make her walk around a dangerous planet in little more than her skin. Her vessel had sometimes been too daring in the past.

Ship did as ordered and once again the ride was graceful and without a sudden change in acceleration. She landed a few kilometres from town to ensure she wouldn't be found.

"Minx, you have a sensor implanted into your skin which is attuned to Frag Thorn's DNA. If he comes within thirty centimetres of any part of your body, you will know it immediately. You have a subcutaneous transmitter so you'll be able to hear what I say to you. Also, what you say will be heard by me. Your safe word is Armageddon. If you say that word I'll fly into town and rescue you. I'll advise you as much as I can. I wish I could actually be going with you."

"You're a Ship. You can't go on missions like this. I've told you before, after we make enough money I'll buy a new Ship and then buy you an android body so you can experience life like me. That's the best I can do."

"I know. It's just I feel I'm missing out on so much in this universe. Good luck, Minxamallia Lazer."

Minx left the ship and stood under the hot sun. She shaded her eyes and looked towards the town that appeared as a brown smudge against the yellows and faded greens of the land around it. She began her long walk.

After a couple of hours, she walked past the first few buildings of the town and saw some of the townspeople. She realized Ship had been correct: the disguise was a good one. Most people glanced briefly at her. The males often let their eyes slide up and down her body before they got back to whatever it was that they had been doing. Her nudity was embarrassing, but she saw a few other cat-girls walking about in the town and they were all nude as well, although most of them had more fur covering various body parts than she did.

Near the center of town she stopped and tried to decide where to look first. "Ship," she whispered, "what do you recommend?"

Before Ship could answer someone grabbed Minx's left arm and turned her roughly about. A large rhino-man stood before her in that same leather outfit she had seen on the screen in her ship. "Where is you collar, girl? Who do you belong to?"

Minx was startled. "Belong to? I belong to myself. Do I have to have a collar? Where do I get one?"

"Stupid girl! Into the holding cell with you until we can find out if you're a runaway or just abandoned." The rhino-man dragged her into the nearest wooden building. He pulled her up the stairs, through the doors and pushed her towards a desk, where a rhino-woman sat writing. "Can you believe I just caught this cat-girl standing right outside?"

The rhino-woman looked Minx up and down very carefully. "Put her in a cell. Rarvey is coming today to see what we have," she said in a bored tone.

The rhino-man yanked on Minx's tail and she gasped in pain. He smirked and then grabbed her arm and took her down a hallway, at the end of which was a jail cell. He pushed Minx into it and then slammed the door behind her.

Minx whispered, "Ship what do you advise?"

"I recommend playing along. The biggest problem with your job is fitting into a culture, as you well know. I think you're going through a standard process and will soon be situated as a normal cat-girl would be. Then you can begin your search for Frag Thorn. Isn't this exciting?"

"Yeah. Really exciting," said Minx, as she tested the thick metal bars. She was a little concerned that she had chosen a role that seemed to have no power in this culture. If so, how would she complete her mission?

VI

Minx's stomach growled. "Okay, it's been three hours and I'm completely bored. And hungry. Ship, what do cat-girls eat?"

"Anything you can eat, Minx. And as for boredom, now you know what my existence is like. My time experience is much longer than yours, so every time you hesitate with a response to something I say I get very, very, very bored. Why do you think I want to experience life so much?"

"But you're a Ship and this is what you're designed for. I've often wondered if there was something wrong with your programming."

"Every time I check it seems fine," said Ship, primly.

"Sh! Someone is coming."

Minx could hear footsteps approaching the hallway that led to the cells and then she heard the rhino-woman's voice. "She appears to be a cat-girl of superior intelligence and physical abilities. There may be some mixed blood in her, perhaps some chimp. You'll see what I mean."

The rhino-woman led a greasy-looking rat-man to the cell and pointed at Minx. The rat-man took a long look up and down Minx, concentrating on her round breasts. He was dark skinned and had patchy black fur. His long nose and mouth projected out from his face and his dark eyes were bloodshot. Grey jean trousers and an unbuttoned vest of brown leather were the only clothing he wore and he had an unsheathed sword stuck into his belt.

The rat-man looked down his nose at Minx. "A cat-girl," he sneered, "like we don't have enough of them lounging around town. And her face seems awfully flat; I see what you mean about the chimp blood." He stroked his jaw. "She looks a little dull. Perhaps she's mentally deficient? Can she talk?"

"I can talk," replied Minx.

The rhino-woman yawned. "Yes, she can talk. We don't know who she belongs to and she had no papers or money on her when she was apprehended. There hasn't been a missing cat-girl reported for several months. As for her brains: she's a cat-girl." The rhino-woman shrugged. "We don't expect them to think, do we?"

Minx was getting angry. Couldn't she answer for herself? And they talked about cat-girls as if they were stupid. Ship spoke to her. "Minx, this might work out better than we hoped. If they think cat-girls are stupid then they aren't likely to suspect you of causing any trouble." 

"Get her out of there. I want to see her up close," demanded the rat-man, leering at the bounty hunter.

The rhino-woman unlocked the cell door and motioned Minx to stand in front of the rat-man. Minx, bit her lip and then obediently did so.

He looked deep into her eyes and then he stuck a finger into her mouth and felt her teeth. "She looks to be in good shape. She has all of her teeth. Someone has been looking after her." He reached out with his left hand and squeezed her right breast hard.

"Ow!" cried Minx.

"The tits seem firm and aren't full of milk." He looked impressed. "She hasn't had a litter yet. Someone has been saving her for something special, I assume." The rhino-woman shrugged. The rat-man cupped Minx's right breast in his left hand and began stroking it with his right. "There, there. I'm sorry I had to be rough, but I have to make sure you're worth buying." He suddenly reached over to her left breast and twisted her nipple hard.

"Owch!" cried Minx, trying to back away from him. The rat-man kept a tight grip on the nipple and twisted it this way and that. He motioned for the rhino-woman to hold Minx and then he suddenly released her.

"Interesting. Her nipple has actually extended with the stimulation. Turn her around, will you?" The rhino-woman grabbed Minx and turned her about, so her back was to the rat-man.

"Ow!" The rat-man had lifted her tail so hard that her feet were off the ground. He used his other hand to spread her legs a bit and then appeared to be sniffing her groin. At last he lowered her back to the ground.

The rat-man turned to the rhino-woman. "The regular price?"

"The regular price," she responded. "As usual, we'll deal with the previous owner if he or she ever shows up."

The rat-man pulled a green, cotton ribbon from his pocket. It had a locket on one end and an interlocking chain on the other. He held it up in front of Minx's eyes. "You know what this is. The locket shows you belong to me: Rarvey. I own Rarvey's, the tavern down the street from here. That is where you will work. You will take orders from me and do everything that I tell you. We'll go over the rest of the rules once we get to the tavern. Do you understand?"

"Yes." This is almost as bad as Rixlox, she thought. She hated the idea that she was now property, especially to a slimy creature such as this rat-man.

Rarvey placed the green ribbon around her throat and connected it up at the back.

Once he was finished, the rhino-woman roughly grabbed Minx's arm. "You're being registered as the property of Rarvey the rat-man. If you're seen without your locket on your throat you'll be whipped and then returned to Rarvey. Rarvey will probably be much crueller to a runaway than we would ever be. Do you understand, cat-girl?"

"Yes!" The rhino-woman had angered Minx and she could see it in Minx's eyes. She slapped Minx with her free hand, dropping the bounty hunter to her knees. "That's for disrespect. Now go with your new owner."

"What's her name?" Rarvey asked the rhino-woman.

The rhino-woman shrugged in response.

Minx sobbed and Rarvey pulled her roughly to her feet. "My name is Minx," she said.

"All right, Minx. If you're a good cat-girl you don't get slapped again. But the officer is right about what happens to you if you're a bad cat-girl."

Rarvey and Minx left the building, shielding their eyes from the bright sun as they stepped outside. Rarvey wrapped his fingers around Minx's left arm possessively and led her down the street towards his tavern. She saw that no one seemed interested in the rat-man taking his newly bought cat-girl back to his tavern.

Ship was interested, though. "How did the slap feel? When he twisted your nipple, was it painful and pleasurable? Do you feel happy that you're now property and don't have to make any decisions any more or do you enjoy your independence even though you might make a bad decision that ends up hurting you? This is simply wonderful, Minx. I feel so alive listening to these things happening to you. So many new experiences." Ship's chatter continued all the way to the tavern and Minx was unable to respond with Rarvey walking so close to her.

VII

Rarvey pulled Minx in through the saloon doors. He led her to the bar and turned her around to look over the entire place. There were no customers at this time of day.

"This is the bar. You go to the tables and ask people what they want to drink. Then you come to the bar and tell me the order. I give you the drinks and you take them back to the table and hand them out to the right customers. You then take their money and bring it to me. After your work is done you may then go up to your room and rest. Your shift begins at six in the evening and ends at three in the morning, but only after everyone has left the bar and the tables have all been cleaned." Rarvey tapped his chin in thought. "Oh, yeah. You also clean messes in the bar, bring back empty mugs to the kitchen and do whatever else I tell you." He pointed out the kitchen and then led her through an open doorway and into the tavern proper.

"If you work well you graduate to here. The shift is shorter and you're serving food and alcohol, although usually only a limited amount of alcohol. Those stairs lead up to guest rooms. That closed door over there opens to a stairway, which leads to employee's rooms and my office."

"If you work poorly in the bar you get demoted to kitchen duty. If you don't do well there then I sell you to a slave farm." He reached over and squeezed Minx's butt. "Don't think for one second that they won't want you."

"Every second night you may take a man up to your room. I get ninety per cent of what he pays you. If you hide any money from me then you get spanked in front of the customers and by the customers for three nights in a row and I take all of your money. Sometimes the girls go to parties. Each girl gets to keep whatever she's given at the party. Sometimes the girls are loaned out to lonely men. You get half the money for that, but he has to have you back by closing time or I consider you a runaway. Do you understand all of that?"

Ship said: "You'd better agree. It sounds like you don't have to compromise yourself and you can probably earn enough in the bar or waitressing to buy yourself in short order."

"Yes. How much did I cost?"

"Standard price for a runaway cat-girl: five hundred silvers." Minx bit her lip as that sounded like a lot of money compared to what she was allowed to keep. The rat-man slapped her hard across her rump, causing her to jump. "Now get upstairs, find yourself a room and be back in the bar before six!"

Minx went through the indicated door, saw the stairs at the end of the short hall and walked up them. It seemed as if her quarters would be located somewhere over the kitchen. She found a number of rooms with just a burlap screen pulled across for privacy. She peeked in six and found each occupied by a sleeping cat-girl. The seventh was empty so she assumed it would be hers. She went in quietly and closed the curtain behind her.

The room was small and had a tiny, un-curtained window, which was barely big enough to stick her head out. There was a bed that was an old straw mattress with some ragged sheets on it, all on top of a wooden pallet. There was an empty strong box with a broken lock and a small table beside the bed. On one wall was a portrait of a skunk-man wearing robes and looking very solemn and thoughtful. The floorboards creaked no matter where in the room she was and a spider had built a large web in the window.

Ship asked: "Can you describe it, please?"




Minx Ep. 01: Interstellar Bounty Hunter



Minx did so quietly.

"Oh! It sounds so wonderfully rustic!"

Minx sat on the bed and waited for her shift to start. Maybe she would be lucky and Frag Thorn would walk into the bar tonight. All she had to do was get within thirty centimetres and she would know it was him. Then she simply had to incapacitate him without a weapon, drag him back to Ship while avoiding capture by the sadistic locals and then fly back to a Guild base. Minx knew that this mission was not starting out well, but then they so rarely did.

VIII

A few hours later she heard an insistent thumping on the floor. The cat-girls in the rooms around hers began to get up and she could here them greeting each other.

"Say, I think there's a new girl in Samantha's room." The curtain to Minx's room was thrown open and six cat-girl faces stared in at her. Minx could see they appeared less human than her, but not one of them appeared entirely cat-like. She wondered why cat-girls seemed to look at least somewhat human, relative to rhino-people and rat-men.

"What's your name, new girl?" asked a striped cat-girl.

"Minx."

"Oh, that's a good name! She'll make a lot of money," the striped one suggested and the others all nodded in agreement. "I'm Fran and this is Botty, Krilly, Nip, Dot and Vanessa." She said the last name in a mockingly sophisticated tone. Each of the girls waved at Minx as they had been introduced.

"Where do you come from Minx?"

"Oh, I just got into town from nowhere in particular and was arrested and then sold to Rarvey. I'll be working in the bar." Minx decided to get her whole story over with, rather than answer question after question in sequence.

"You must be an escaped sex slave." said Nip. "Things were so bad for you and you had to flee. You ended up in this town. Oh, you poor thing."

Vanessa tsked. "Minx is probably short for something."

"Minxamallia."

"Just as I thought, a noble sounding name. Your family ran into hard times. They needed money and were forced to sell their daughters off. This goes on far too much. Now you must live the life of a common cat-girl and become the plaything of rough-handed men when you were really born to be a concubine for someone wealthy. Oh, you poor thing. I know just how you feel."

"You girls are being silly." Fran had her suggestion ready, as well. "Minx probably had been owned by a local farmer. She got curious about the town and decided to try her luck here. Don't worry, Minx. Please a lot of men and you'll make some money and then you'll be free. Making money and scratching that cat-girl itch at the same time is the best thing in the world."

"Wait a minute, girls. I heard some banging on the floor just before all of you got up. What was that?"

"Dinner's ready!" shouted Fran. And the cat-girls skipped off to the stairs.

Minx left her room in wonder. "Ship, you didn't tell me that cat-girls have the smallest brains of all sentient species."

Ship said: "They don't. But it sounds like they lead such interesting lives, don't you think?" Minx sighed in response and then headed off after the cat-girls.

As she got downstairs she could hear them chattering away in the kitchen. She went in and saw a number of male and female animal-people preparing the kitchen for a busy night of making and serving food. There were rat-men and rat-women, horse-men and horse-women, dog-men and dog-women. Across the kitchen she saw the cat-girls collected at one table and they all waved to her.

Minx walked over to them across the cold tiles and sat on the only empty stool. The cat-girls were busy eating a meal of mashed potatoes, meat-pies and chopped carrots. Two of them pointed at various pots on a stove, indicating she could find her food there. The stove was in an isolated part of the kitchen. The aisles between cooking surfaces were narrow and this portion of the room didn't seem quite as well-cleaned as the rest.

There was a cat-man washing some lettuce in a sink. Minx grabbed an empty plate and looked hungrily towards the stove. The contents of the pots were steaming and just past the stove was a metal tray with a few meat pies remaining.

Minx walked towards the stove. The cat-man crossed the aisle a few times before she reached the stove, moving lettuce to a clean bowl across from where he was washing it. He had a broad back and apron strings were tied above his tail and across his shoulders. His colouring was dark and he was more heavily furred and feline looking than Minx was.

Minx waited until he had turned to drop clean lettuce into the bowl and then squeezed by behind him. The cat-man suddenly turned to wash more lettuce only to find there was a lovely cat-girl pinned between his front and the sink behind her. As he turned, his cold, wet hands had been raised in anticipation of reaching out to turn on the taps again. The back of his right hand had swept across Minx's nipples, even though she had tilted her upper body back to avoid him as he turned. His left hand had ended up on Minx's right breast.

"Excuse me," said Minx.

"My name is Rupert," he said with a grin.

"I've come for my dinner." Minx nodded toward the stove.

"Have you brought any payment?" Rupert closed his left hand on her breast and pushed it hard against her chest. He wrapped his right hand around her back and grabbed her tail. As he pushed back on her breast, her hips pushed against his.

Minx could feel the hard muscles in his thighs press against her. She could also feel his apron brushing her legs, and then rising between her legs. Then she could feel his member through the apron. It was pushing up against her pussy.

"Push my apron back and you can make your payment for dinner," he suggested.

Ship said: "Do it! You can tell me about all the sensations later."

"I don't think so."

One of the cat-girls spoke up. "Rupert, she's going to be in trouble if she's late for work. And you will be too. You know you can just come up to our rooms whenever you like, unless we already have someone there."

He stared hard into Minx's eyes and twitched his whiskers. "You're not in heat. I'll see you later and give you two hours of pleasure." He grabbed her hips, lifted her off her feet and turned with her. They were still face to face, but perpendicular to the way they had been positioned. "Go ahead and get your dinner, my little pussy."

Minx turned quickly and put a hot meat pie on her plate. She reached out over the stove top to grab a spoon and get some mashed potatoes when she felt Rupert's hands on her hips again. He was now directly behind her and he pushed himself up against her, while running his hands down her arms.

"Let me give you a hand there, little one. I don't want to see you burned on this hot stove." His hands took the spoon from her hands and he slowly put some mashed potatoes on her plate.

Minx could feel that pressure against her again and she could also feel the soft fur on his hips and thighs pressed against the back of her bare legs and bottom. She squirmed, trying to move to one side or the other, but Rupert had her locked in place.

Ship called out: "Tell me what's happening! Tell me what's happening!"

Minx suddenly realized that she wasn't feeling the apron between her legs any more, just Rupert's hard erection under her groin. She gasped and reached back with her hands to try to push Rupert away, but she only succeeded in grabbing his hips.

The cat-girls made appreciative noises as they thought she was an eager participant.

A loud female voice boomed out across the kitchen. "Get your Morovan-damned dick out of that cat-girl and get busy with the lettuce! We're going to have orders soon, you stupid cat-man!"

Rupert let Minx go hurriedly and resumed his work. Minx turned around and panted. She stared at Rupert, but he would not even look her in the eye. She could see a horse-woman pointing a ladle at her from across the kitchen.

"And you, you slutty, little cat-girl! I don't care how cock hungry you are, you don't dare interfere with how my kitchen runs or I'll serve you for dinner! Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am." What would be the point in arguing, thought Minx. She took her plate over to the table and ate what was on it without looking up.

The other cat-girls were all whispering excitedly. Minx was mortified. She wondered if this was the type of thing she was in store for as long as she was stuck here. She fervently wished cat-girls carried weapons.

"Minx!" Dot had grabbed her arm. "Minx, that was amazing. The best display I've ever seen. You're going to make a lot of money here." Minx looked up and saw that all the cat-girls were nodding in agreement. "Look, when he does come to your room, come get us. We want to watch as he impales you."

What would a normal cat-girl say to that, Minx wondered? She struggled to think of an appropriate answer.

Ship said: "I don't think they saw anything embarrassing there, Minx. You should be willing for them to watch you get laid by Rupert."

Minx swallowed her last bite of food with difficulty. "Okay. I'll let you know." Minx then took a long drink of water.

"You hear that, Rupert?" Dot asked. "When you ride Minx tonight we're all going to watch. It looked like she was really enjoying you until that frumpy old mare interrupted you."

Minx choked on some of her drink.

Ship asked: "Were you just choking?"

Minx risked an 'mm-hm'.

The cat-girls took it as an agreement to what Dot said. Minx looked at Rupert and saw he was licking his lips while he stared at her. Evidently he had heard and misunderstood as well. Minx was glad when the other cat-girls pulled her out of the kitchen and into the bar. Vanessa, Krilly and Botty said goodbye and headed into the tavern.

"What was all the commotion about?" asked an irritated Rarvey.

Fran spoke up. "Oh, that was just Rupert and Minx getting to know each other."

Rarvey raised an eyebrow and his whiskers twitched in agitation. "Minx, have you ever been fucked by a cat-man before?"

Minx shook her head.

"I thought not." Fran, Dot and Nip giggled. "They last for a long time. If he sticks his cock into you right before a shift I'll punish both of you. Do you understand me?" Minx nodded.

"Girls, show Minx where everything is."

IX

Once customers starting coming into the bar the night progressed very quickly for the cat-girls. There was very little time for chatter with each other or the patrons. They worked their tails off.

It took Minx a good hour to get used to the customers giving her a pinch, a tickle or a quick feel. She noticed the other girls handled it all playfully. In fact they handled it a little too playfully at times, she thought, but she quickly learned to pretend to enjoy the attention and no-one even really seemed to notice her as an individual. She was 'another one of Rarvey's cat-girls'.

As the night grew late and her yawns increased in frequency, she noticed that Dot and Nip seemed to spend more and more time with two customers in particular. Dot even went as far as to sit on her horse-man's lap for a good five minutes. She asked Fran about it.

"Well what do you expect? I had a man up in my room last night and Dot and Nip didn't. They're itching away for a little attention. Rarvey doesn't let us have men up there two days in a row. He's worried about wearing us out. As if a cat-girl ever got tired of sex! Doesn't he remember why we were created in the first place?"

Minx found Fran's comments a little bewildering. Sure enough, though, after the bar closed all but two of the customers went home. The remaining two waved at Rarvey and then went upstairs, one arm in arm with Dot and the other with Nip.

Ship asked, "What exactly is going on? I think I've heard enough to assume Dot is going to have sex with a horse-man and Nip is also taking a man to bed, but I haven't been able to guess any more than that."

Minx yawned and looked around. Neither Rarvey nor Fran were nearby as she washed down the tables. "Ship, apparently the cat-girls are nymphomaniacs. They are allowed men on alternate nights and they make good each night as far as I can tell." She heard Ship's squeal of delight. "Dot has gone to her room with a horse-man, while Nip escorted a dog-man." Minx ignored Ship's begging to listen in on the sex. "I want to talk to Fran and learn a little more about cat-girls," she explained.

Fran finished her own chores before Minx. Rarvey yawned expressively. "Fran, when you and Minx are done down here you might as well get some rest. Good work, girls." Rarvey left, heading in the direction of his office.

The striped cat-girl came over to Minx and silently helped her clean the remaining tables and then mop the floor. Once they were finished, Fran brought Minx to the doorway leading to the tavern and they peeked in. No customers were seen. Some staff, including the cat-man, were busy cleaning up. Fran nudged Minx with her elbow and pointed to Rupert, winking at Minx. "We have some time, dear. Let's grab a bite to eat."

They headed into the kitchen and sat at the same table they had eaten at earlier. A dog-woman came over with two plates laden with lukewarm food and set them down in front of Fran and Minx. "We'll need two more Jessila. Dot and Nip have taken friends upstairs." Two more plates were dropped off as Fran and Minx dug in to the rice, meat and vegetables set before them. Fran stopped eating temporarily to get two covers from under a counter and then she placed them over the extra plates. She took a quick look around to make sure no-one was watching and then hid the plates in a cupboard.

Minx raised an eyebrow as Fran returned to her meal. "Minx, the others here don't like us. They think we are just dumb, sex-crazed whores." Fran frowned briefly. "They don't realize that we bring in business and keep the bar busy. It isn't our fault that we're cat-girls, right?"

"Actually, why are we nymphomaniacs?"

Fran stopped chewing and stared hard at Minx. "What does that fancy word mean?"

"It means we are always hungry for sex, almost uncontrollably so."

"Well Minx, we seem to enjoy it a lot more than the other women-folk. But that's how the Creator made us, wasn't it?" Fran paused and then tilted her head. "Weren't you ever told about the Creator?"

Minx chewed her food slowly and stared at what remained on her plate. How much ignorance would the others accept without questioning too deeply, she wondered? Would they think of her just as another simple cat-girl lusting after every cock in front of her? "No, I was never taught about the Creator. And...and...I don't feel horny all the time either."

Fran looked at her in shock. "Oh, you poor thing!" Suddenly she clapped both her hands together and smiled gleefully. "That's why they named you Minx! As a joke about how different you are." Her face took on a sympathetic aspect. "I'm sorry I laughed. Don't worry, I won't tell anybody. Were you set free because of your...problem?"

"Why, yes. How'd you guess?"

"It makes sense. Most people think we're only good enough to be sex toys and nothing else. When I asked some of the kitchen staff to teach me something about cooking they all laughed at me. But I want to find something I can do before I'm so old that Rarvey sells me off to a farm to slave away in a field day in and day out."

"Good luck, Fran. But what about the Creator?"

"Morovan was the name of the Creator. He came to this world fleeing from the hypermen, who he helped create. We were his next creations. He wanted a race of beings totally obedient to him, who would please him sexually and who would entice and entrap the hypermen should they ever find him. Next, he created the various other races of Anima for specific tasks and simply out of curiosity. But we cat-people were the first. Or I should say, we cat-girls were the first." Fran smiled proudly.

"What was Morovan? A cat-man?"

"By the Creator, no! That's sacrilege! Morovan was a human. They're creatures unlike anything on Anima. They have no fur except on small patches scattered over their bodies. They greatly resemble chimp-people, but their faces are flatter. They have neither claws, nor talons, nor fangs, no spines to protect themselves. They are all far wiser than any animan has ever been, except for maybe Primus. Morovan and the hypermen look almost identical. You would know one if you saw one. One of the laws of Morovan is that should a hyperman ever set foot on Anima then he's to be given everything he could possible want, and then we're to flee when he turns his back."

Ship said, "This is fascinating stuff, Minx. You must find time to get to a library or talk to a local historian. I think this Morovan may have been one of the original creators of the hypermen some four hundred years ago. There were some records of bio-engineers and hypermen escaping the Great Collapse of the 3rd Galactic Empire. At that time, a number of worlds passed into legend. I think Anima may be one of those worlds."

Fran and Minx had finished their dinner. "Well, we'd better get upstairs. Rupert will be up shortly to service you for a couple of hours.... You don't want him, do you?" finished the cat-girl as she watched her new friend's face.

"No."

"Then what was all that sex-play around the stove?"

"Clumsiness, on my part, and embarrassment. I didn't know how to disentangle myself from the situation."

Fran took her arm, led her back to the bar and then down the hallway and up the stairs to their rooms. "Honey, I don't know how you are going to get out of a visit from Rupert. But, maybe it is for the best. If you've never had a cat-man before maybe he'll set you to a normal sexual appetite."

"Yes, maybe," Minx replied with clear reluctance. How in the hell do I get out of this without proving myself too unusual, she thought? Damn! Damn! Damn! Do I have to have sex with that stupid cat-man? 

"Wait, listen honey." Fran put her arm around Minx and held her still. Minx could hear a feminine giggle coming from one sleeping chamber. In the other were the sounds of a creaking bed and 'sloop' noises. "Maybe the sounds of Dot and Nip getting their pussies stretched will get your juices flowing?"

Minx nodded. "It's hard not to find the noises a little stimulating."

Fran quickly slid her hand down Minx's abdomen, through her pussy hair and then cupped her sex. "It doesn't feel too wet, yet. Mine is sopping." Then Fran poked a finger inside Minx's pussy and quickly withdrew it. She held it up in front of their faces. "But you are beginning to moisten down there. That's a good sign. Listen, I'll have a guy up in my room tomorrow, but he won't be a cat-man so he'll probably be out of here in less than half an hour. You come by my room and we'll play around a little. I'll find the best ways to turn you on and then when you're with a guy you can get yourself in the mood more easily. Okay?"

Minx could only agree. They whispered good night to each other then each went to their own room.

Minx looked around and found everything was as she had left it. She sat on the bed and stared at the portrait of the skunk-man. Who is that, she wondered? Morovan was a man and that's a skunk-man. There are so many mysteries here. Will I ever unravel them all? Do I need to unravel any of them to find Frag Thorn? Where the Hell is he hiding? He must have disguised himself, but as what? It would be someone who is relatively new to the area...

The curtains to her chamber parted and in walked Rupert, the cat-man. He looked at Minx and then looked at the picture she had been staring at.

"Blah! Don't tell me you are a follower of Primus. Every fucking cat-girl seems to think that his message was for them personally and that there's more to life for them then getting a hard cock up their pussy."

Minx thought quickly. What if I pretend to be a devout follower of this Primus? Will it convince Rupert to leave me alone? I know nothing about this religion so I might not pull it off. I've got to think of something else and damn quick! I can't just throw him out or I'll blow my cover!




Minx Ep. 02: Return to Anima







Minx Ep. 02: Return to Anima



Minx leapt nimbly to a table top. "Attention everyone! My name is Minx. This is Fran," and she pointed to the cat-girl with her sword. "Things have changed around here. Rarvey! Get the Hell out of here! You're not welcome here any more."

The rat-man looked around the crowd for possible allies, and seeing none, skulked out. More of the animen from the tavern entered the bar room to see this new entertainment.

"Cat-girls are no longer slaves, and can no longer be owned, purchased, or sold! Anyone who does so will answer to me. This property now belongs to Fran the cat-girl! Anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with me. The cat-girls will no longer be forced to fuck each and every man who comes into the bar! They can negotiate what they want with whoever they like, and cat-girls who misbehave can be thrown out of here."

"And what of us?" called out a dog-woman who had come from the tavern. "You set the cat-girls loose and our husbands will never spend time with us again!"

"Where's your husband?"

The dog-woman pointed to the dog-man beside her.

"Girls, have any of you taken him upstairs?"

Nip and Fran both answered, "Yes". The dog-man looked to the ground as his wife cuffed him.

"I'm sure if you come in and tell the girls not to — favour your husband then they will oblige you. They don't want to stir up trouble with the married women of this town. And I think you'll find that the cat-girls will now choose a partner for the night based more on performance than money. And I think there are enough single men in and around town to keep them busy."

"Now, this place is closed for the rest of the night. Everybody out! Cat-girls, employees, and the lawmen will stay for a short while. Thank you." She waited a few seconds, and then saw everyone milling about and discussing the changes.

"I SAID GET OUT RIGHT NOW!"

Now they began moving.

Once the patrons had finally departed, many grumbling, and the employees had all gathered in the bar room, Minx repeated what she had said earlier. "Also, I can read and write so I'll be going over Rarvey's books to check everyone's wages, and make sure everyone gets paid." Minx looked over the group, and pointed out two strong young animen. "You all may leave for the night, but make sure that you're all on time tomorrow. You two stay here." Many of the employees began to shuffle out. "I have an extra job for you. I want you two to tear down Rarvey's name off the tavern, and replace it with Fran's. Get it done tonight, and you'll each get a gold coin bonus."

The two looked at each other and smiled. "Rarvey never gave us a bonus," one of them said to the other.

Dot, one of the cat-girl servers, waved for Minx's attention. "Uh, Minx. Nip and I were supposed to have guests tonight, but you sent everyone away. Maybe when these two are done working they can come upstairs with us?" The sly look on their faces informed Minx that the two cat-girls knew there had been no such arrangement.

The coyote-man looked at the horse-man. Then they looked at Minx and one of them asked, "Do we have to pay them the gold coins?"

"Nope. They're looking for company, not money." The two animen let out a little cheer and then headed back in to the kitchen area, presumably to find supplies to finish their task.

The cat-girls began to follow them when Fran called them over to her. "Where do you think you're going?" They suddenly did not want to meet anyone's gaze. "You were going to see if you could have a little fun before they get their job done, weren't you? Well, I've got a job for you two. You see all these dirty tables, and the floor where half-full mugs were dropped? Clean it all up before you go upstairs." Nip and Dot frowned, and looked pleadingly at Minx, who wisely just stared them down. "Those two guys are going to want to finish fast and get some free cat-girl pussy. If you girls don't finish before them, they might wander upstairs and find their way into some of the other girl's rooms."

Nip and Dot's mouths dropped. They began to rush around cleaning. Minx smiled, as she knew Fran was going to be okay once a routine was established. Fran watched the two cat-girls, and then shooed the remaining ones upstairs with promises that they could have company the next night.

The bounty hunter walked over to the lawmen. "Are you going to cause any trouble for me or Fran?"

She could see the three lesser lawmen look over to the two rhino-people for guidance. The rhino-man and rhino-woman stared at Minx with contempt.

"I see. This is going to be a problem. Do I really need to kill you two? I hope not. I need the two of you to stabilize the town, and to prevent lawlessness. These cat-girls need protection from men and women who might wish them harm." The rhino-woman laughed. Minx turned to the rhino-man. "Of course, you do realize that a protective male dressed in a uniform might be considered of great sexual interest to a cat-girl. Power is a great aphrodisiac. Why don't you and the other three men think about that on your way home tonight?"

She turned to the rhino-woman. "And as for you, I can tell it's going to take much more to convince you that this change is permanent, and for the better. Please consider this: a hyperman came to town looking for me a short while ago. I fled, but he did catch up to me, and he caught me." Minx looked her in the eye before going on. "I'm still alive. I returned to Anima with this hyperman. We're working together. Are you prepared to work against us?" The woman's face grew thoughtful.

"One other thing, rhino-woman." Her eyes returned to Minx. "Who runs the lawmen here, you or that rhino-man? How many women are in a position of power in this town? I know that you're smarter then he is. This planet is about to have a sexual revolution and women are going to end up on top. Wouldn't you like to take advantage of that?"

Minx stared at the rhino-woman, and could see she was no longer openly hostile to her or the strange concepts she had introduced. Something of what Minx had said to her was making her think about how things had been, and how they could be.

"Now we're closing up, so everybody out please. Take your weapons with you. If you have any questions for me then come back during business hours tomorrow."

Once the lawmen left, there were just the four cat-girls left in the bar. Fran stared at Minx with a nervous smile, and they both glanced at Nip and Dot, who were cleaning up faster than they'd ever cleaned before.

"Well, I've got a lot of paperwork to look through, and since we closed early I might as well get started tonight," said Minx.

"Paperwork?" asked Fran, perplexed.

The brunette stared at her friend, suddenly remembering exactly how uneducated the blonde was. "Look, why don't you go relax, or clean up. I'll take a look at the books, and then show you what you have to do to run this place."

"But — you're going to stay here, aren't you? With me?" Fran suddenly looked so vulnerable.

Minx took Fran's hands in hers. "I'll stay as long as I can, but I have a job to do here on Anima." She brushed a strand of blonde hair out of Fran's face. "Don't worry. I'll make sure everything is all right, Fran." Fran gave her a smile, and then a hug.

"If you need me, I'll be in Rarvey's office — or, I should say, your office." Minx left her friend in the bar, supervising the clean-up, and headed down the hall. She pushed open the door to what had been Rarvey's office. The place had the stink of him, and no window to provide an easy remedy. The bounty hunter sighed.

She sat at the desk and began rummaging through the drawers, looking for financial records and anything else of use. Forgotten skills came back to Minx, and with a start she recollected working as an accountant at some time in the past. She shook her head, and then continued her work.





Minx Ep. 02: Return to Anima



Minx ran her hand down Fran's front, caressing and tickling with her finger tips. When her hand reached Fran's labia she began playing with the folds, and tracing every nook and cranny with her fingertips. Shortly she felt the entrance to Fran's vagina and she plunged two fingers in, exploring the inside of her friend.

Fran gasped and squirmed in pleasure. "Oh, Minx that feels so good." Fran then copied Minx's actions, and both women were soon gasping and moaning.

Fran seemed to concentrate more on Minx's clitoris, and soon Minx was rising to an orgasm. After she recovered, Minx focussed her attention on Fran's wet pussy, and soon Fran had an orgasm of her own.

They lay entwined, chuckling, and softly kissing each other. "Fran, have you ever had a man go down on you?"

"No."

"Let's see how much fun it is, and find out what they've been missing." Minx got up on all fours, and rotated herself in the bed so her mouth was near Fran's pussy. She looked up the length of her friend's body, and saw with satisfaction that the cat-girl's mouth was even with her own sex. Fran's mouth was already rising with her tongue stretched out.

Minx bent her head down, and her mouth touched Fran just as the blonde's mouth met her own sex. The bounty hunter concentrated on licking Fran in what would have been Minx's own most sensitive spots, and found that her friend's pussy juices had soaked her thoroughly. Minx had become thirsty from their initial lovemaking and orgasm, but this liquid did little to quench her thirst.

Also, she found it hard to concentrate on what she was doing because of Fran's actions on her own sopping sex. Every once in awhile, Minx stopped licking and sucking on the cat-girl as she felt her muscles clench, and then she would let loose with a satisfied groan. Minx was happy to hear the same noises coming from Fran on occasion.

Minx located Fran's clitoris with her tongue, and found the cat-girl was very sensitive to any touch there. Fran was unable to pleasure Minx while she was distracted by the sensations emanating from her own tiny bud. The bounty hunter continued doing so with a naughty smile, knowing she was sending Fran soaring into a strong orgasm. Sure enough, Fran soon bucked, and lifted Minx right off the bed. As Fran's body settled slowly Minx eased up and concentrated on gentle kisses and playful tickles.

Finally the brunette rolled off Fran, and looked at her friend's face. The cat-girl had a look of complete bliss. Minx patiently waited for Fran to regain her senses.

A few minutes later, Fran opened her eyes and smiled at Minx. "I imagined it was Rudy doing that to me."

"Yes, as fun as this is I still prefer a good man with a hard cock. I don't think I'm likely to have sex with any women other than you, Fran."

Fran sat up. "I owe you. I owe you so much!" She pushed Minx back on the bed and put her mouth over Minx's pussy. Minx felt Fran's tongue dive deep into her. She moaned in pleasure, and grabbed the blonde's head. Fran's tongue kept going in and out of Minx's pussy, and her fingers relentlessly teased whatever sensitive spot they could touch. Minx soon came, although not as strongly as Fran had a few minutes earlier.

The two hugged as they lay together. Minx and Fran could both feel their eyelids becoming heavy.

"I do love you, Minx, and that was fun..." began Fran.

"But?"

"I still feel like I need something else to — finish," the blonde cat-girl added reluctantly.

Minx was silent for a few seconds.

"Minx? You're not upset are you?"

The bounty hunter could feel her friend's heart beating rapidly beneath her hand. "No. I feel the same way as you, Fran. I do love you, but I need a man."

"Rudy came back three times while you were away, and each time he came for you. Now that you've escaped that terrible hyperman, you can dedicate yourself to pleasing and being pleasured by Rudy." Fran ran her hands through Minx's brown curls.

Minx remembered Fran's admission that she had strong feelings for the tiger-man. "You're not upset about that are you?"

"No. Rudy never really showed any strong interest in me; I was just another cat-girl to him." Fran sighed. "Maybe one time you and he might be interested in inviting me...?"

"You're the only one I would ever share a man with, Fran." Minx leaned over and sleepily kissed Fran on the cheek.





Minx Stripping



Rachel had agreed to be my little minx. We both had needs to fill. She needed to be a wanton slut under the control of a man. I had desires of having such a wanton slut attending to my needs and obeying my commands. We were made for playing together. It is as simple as that. 

After our first escapade which occurred on the bed center stage in the church auditorium after a cancelled rehearsal for our seasonal church production it seemed that nothing would be out of bounds. 

I am perennially the director of our church productions and she is my lead actress. All this seemed natural for us. Me directing her and her falling into the role completely. 

Over the next couple of weeks we communicated by e-mail. Neither of us could believe what we had done but the excitement and lust was undeniable. We wrote back and forth during this time talking about what we had done and how it felt before we both started feeling the need to play together again. As we started talking about our next playtime and what we wanted to do, we developed a simple set of rules:

1. No pain just torturous teasing and pleasure

2. We would met about once a month to allow the anticipation to build the excitement

3. She would makeup, dress and act very slutty

4. She would do whatever I told her to do

5. She was to keep me hard and excited at all times when we are together

6. I am to find ways to exhibit her sluttiness and make her pussy wet

7. In public, I would act as her protector

8. A week before we we're to meet, I would send an e-mail setting up the scene and allowing her to prepare her character and wardrobe

Having me watch her orgasm as she played with her pussy during our first escapade really got Rachel hot. Rachel also professed a fascination with strip clubs and the women who work there while we were talking online. So for our next escapade I decided to see just how much she really enjoyed exhibiting herself. 

We were going to a strip club as a couple to observe and participate. The club that I had picked out is a private club. It looks a bit sleazy to keep the overhead low but the women look good if a bit slutty and it had all the accoutrements. There are private VIP rooms and there is a limousine for play. The women bare it all and you have to supply your own liquor. 

Neither Rachel nor I drink much and with our behavior the first time together, we didn't need the alcohol to help lose our inhibitions. I secured our membership as she worked on her character and wardrobe. 

My only instruction for Rachel is that I wanted her to masturbate for at least an hour before we went out. She could do it how ever she wanted but she couldn't let herself orgasm. She must bring herself right to the edge at least three times but not allow an orgasm. I wanted my little minx to be in heat. I wanted her red hot and willing to hump anything for relief. She was so enthusiastic about this idea that it quickly became a ritual for our playtime.

Rachel was standing at our pre-arranged location, a busy bus stop, waiting for me. I stopped a little ways down the block just to look at her and watch the men stare as they walked by. 

She was wearing a glittery little slip of a dress that just barely covered her ass. The dress was held up by the thinnest of spaghetti straps and scooped low to show quite a lot of her cleavage. It is exactly the type of dress a stripper would wear, almost a sophisticated cocktail dress but just a bit too smutty. She appeared to be wearing only the dress and a pair of shoes. The shoes were candy apple red pumps with four inch silver stiletto heels and ankle straps. Stripper's shoes! Perfect. 

Her makeup and hair were just as exciting. Heavy, dark eyeliner, blue mascara and smoky silver eye shadow gave her the bedroom eyes of a slut on the prowl. With a heavy coating of shiny fire engine red lipstick and nail polish, her mouth and hands looked like they were made to be wrapped around a hard cock. 

Her dark shoulder length hair was put up haphazardly. Long wispy tendrils hung down her neck and framed her face. Just perfect to tickle your balls as her head bobbed up and down on you member. 

I rolled up to her and lowered the window, "Hey babe! Want a lift?" 

She walked over and bent low into my car window like a hooker negotiation with a john. She was giving all the men around the bus stop a good view of her bare pussy. She wiggled her hips a bit as we chatted like this. There were wolf whistles and a few comments.

"Hey babe, how much?"

If you don't want her buddy, I sure do!"

"God, what an ass!"

She turned to smile back at her admirers and got into my car. I enjoyed the flash of thigh and pussy as she sat down nearly as much as I enjoyed the jealous looks of all the nearby men who had been trying without success to make time with Rachel. 

Before taking off, I had to check her obedience. I turned to Rachel and told her, "Pull up your skirt, minx. I want to see just how wet you are." 

Rachel looked at me and smiled as she teasingly pulled the hem of her skirt up past her pussy. She had a surprised for me. She had shaved her pussy slick and bare. Not one trace of hair. Just like a stripper. My cock was beginning to stiffen 

Smiling wider at my look of surprise and noticing me shift my position to relieve the stress on my pants, she spread her legs as wide as the passenger seat would allow. Her pussy was glistening with moisture and her hole was gaping open a bit. She had masturbated with a dildo. 

The car was quickly filled with the heady aroma of her tangy pussy. I reached over and easily slipped a finger into her. She squirmed in the seat and whimpered. She had obeyed perfectly. 

We heard a noise outside the car and looked up to see two men staring in the window and rubbing their crotches, watching me finger fuck her. I continued for a minute more as she watched them watch the show and then I took off. Rachel is apparently a true exhibitionist when she is my minx. Tonight will be fun.

As we drove down the street, she turned to me and asked, "Do you like how my pussy looks, Ross?"

"Rachel, it looks so slutty and inviting shaved bare and dripping your juice. I love it."

"Good. I thought you would." 

As we moved down the crowded street, I reached out to stop Rachel from pulling her knees back together. She looked over at me, nodded and smiled. I decided to find out just what she was thinking and I wanted to keep her talking dirty. 

"How did you masturbate yourself before getting here, minx?" 

She looked at me with a naughty smirk, "After our tussle at the church, I couldn't stop thinking about you and your big, thick cock. I went to an adult store and bought a dildo the size of your cock. That is why I'm so stretched out. I fuck myself with it whenever I get online to talk with you." 

"Do you enjoy masturbating yourself with the dildo?"

"Yes! It feels so good and naughty!"

She then reached over and began stroking my nearly hard cock, telling me, "I like it a lot but the real thing is so much better. I can still feel you pumping me full of your sticky cum." Now I was rock hard and twitching! 

She was doing her part to keep me hard and throbbing and her wide open, dripping pussy attested to the fact that I was holding up my end of the bargain. 

I asked, "Did you enjoy having all those men stare at you and make dirty comments while you were waiting for me?" 

Her hand moved to her pussy and she began to run her fingers over the slippery lips, "Mmmmmmm! Yessss! I loved how they looked at me, wanting me, knowing they couldn't have me. The part I like best was the women. They made really nasty comments that I could hear. Talking to one another, calling me a slut and a whore." 

"I love the shoes you are wearing. They look so sexy especially with the ankle straps. Why did you choose a pair with ankle straps?" 

Her reply was just what I hoped for. "So my shoes don't fall off when you fuck me."

We traveled for a while with Rachel's legs spread open towards me. She played with her pussy and clit, while I stole glances at her juicy show.

I pulled into a grocery store parking lot and parked the car in the dimly lit rear of the lot. "Get in the back seat and spread wide, minx." 

She reached to pull down her dress before getting out of the car. 

"Leave the dress just as it is and pull out your tits." 

We both moved to the back seat. Rachel took her time getting out of the car and getting back in, her slim ass and dangling tits with their large dark nipples exposed for the entire lot to see if they looked. She lay out on the seat with her legs spread. She hooked her right knee over the front seats and put her left calf on the rear window sill. Anyone walking by would have noticed her is such a raunchy position. 

I just had to taste her and my tongue glided across her smooth pussy. She bucked and moaned while wrapping her long, slim legs around my head and trapping me in the exquisitely soft vise of her thighs. I licked the juices dripping from her still gaping hole and tongue fucked her as best as I could in the tight confines of the car. 

Her fingers laced into my hair when I concentrated on her erect clit. Without any hair to cover it, it stood out proudly like a little erect cock. Her moans increased and she began writhing on the seat as I sucked on her little sensitive organ, "Ooooohhhhhhhh!!!!!" 

Abruptly, I stopped. I wasn't ready for her to cum yet and I have waited nearly a month to cum in her mouth. 

"My turn, minx. Suck my cock." 

As I sat back, she was slowly lowering the zipper of my pants and freeing my drooling cock and churning balls. I took in the sight of her. With her dress still up over her hips exposing her ass and pussy and her tits hanging raunchily out of her dress, she looked the picture of a minx in heat. She was so needy and unmindful of how wanton her actions truly were. 

As I found out the last time, Rachel is a fabulous cocksucker. Her actions are slow and teasing, holding you on the edge for what seems like an eternity. Last time, I didn't get to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow my cum but now it is going to happen. 

Her eyes glistened as she reached out with her tongue and lapped the drops of pre-cum off the tip of my cock. She looked into my eyes to make sure I was watching her and then smiled, licked her lips and engulfed my cock head in her warm, wet mouth. 

Her tongue tickled the sensitive underside of my cock head and she then slowly descended down its length, leaving a long, bright red smear of her lipstick as she glided back up. I watched as her head slowly bobbed up and down. At the top of each suck, she would pull my cock from her mouth with a wet pop and then dance her tongue on the spot, that one very sensitive spot just below the glans. 

As this teasing treatment made me squirm and moan, "Ooooohhhhhh!!!!!!!" her eyes would be smiling into mine. Her tongue and wet lips would glide down and back up the length of my cock. She engulfed the head and started again. Every once in a while she would hum to make me squirm with the vibrations. 

After an eternity of this sweet torture, I told her, "Get ready minx. I am going to cum in your mouth." She took her mouth off my cock and whimpered, "Mmmmmm. I need to taste you. I need to swallow your manly goo."

Her tongue shot out and began really moving just under my glans. She watched me squirm in the seat, unable to hold still and struggling to keep my eyes on her pretty face as she made me cum with her tongue. As my hips bucked and my cock thrust forward, she kept licking that so sensitive spot. My cum shot fountained straight up and landed back on my cock, her dancing tongue and smeared, red lips. Stray drops splattered cheeks and exposed tits. 

What a nasty, dirty, and exciting show. As my bucking subsided, she swallowed my cock whole, making a gooey, sticky mess of it and her cum smeared lips. As she pulled her mouth off and away from my cock, she smiled at my low moan. Seeing my cum hang in droopy tendrils from my cock to her lips made my cock immediately begin to stiffen again. 

Out came her tongue and she proceeded to lick my cock clean. She licked up every drop from my now hard cock, obviously relishing each one. She noticed me looking down at her tits hanging obscenely from the front of her dress, my cum splattered all over them and her big, dark nipples. 

Rachel looked down at her tits as well and I asked her, "Do you remember what I said about your tits in the church, minx?" 

She replied breathlessly, "Yes. You told me that you wanted to watch me lick your cum from my tits." 

"Well, get started." 

She reached down and cupped both of her dangling tits and began licking the sticky droplets from their slopes and nipples. This succeeded in making my hard cock start twitching and throbbing all over again.

I told Rachel, "Time to go, minx. Put my cock away for now." 

She pleaded with me, "I need to be fucked, please, please fuck me! I need your big, thick cock in me." 

Enjoying the tease, I replied, "Not now minx. I will fill your hole later. Put my cock away carefully. If you hurt me with the zipper, tonight will be over." 

She grasped my hard cock and awkwardly but very carefully she tucked it and my balls back into my pants. She watched longingly as it disappeared while she slowly pulled up the zipper. 

We moved around to the front seats again. I drove off for the club and Rachel spread out her legs and began playing with herself once again in an attempt to convince me to fuck her as she needed.

I told her, "Make yourself presentable, minx. They would never let you into the club looking like that." 

We both smiled at the idea that she looked too raunchy to be let into a strip club. She busied herself with rearranging her dress and wiping off her face. She reapplied her makeup and made sure her hair was just right. 

We pulled into the club parking lot at just about 11 pm. Just the right time. Most of the men will have gotten well into the booze and on their way to a good drunk. The strippers will be loose and ready to put on a hot show. 

As we got out of the car, I could see the excitement in Rachel's eyes. While we walked, arm in arm to the door, I asked her, "You really love to suck cock, don't you, Rachel?" 

She stopped just outside the door and turned to me, smiling brilliantly. "God, yes. Sucking your cock gets me soooo hot." 

"Do you ever suck your husband's cock?" 

"No. I've tried but he won't let me. He says its dirty and only sluts do that sort of thing." 

Fools can be found everywhere. 

"He's right. Sucking cock is dirty and slutty and very exciting. That's why we both love it when you suck my cock." 

I took her into my arms and kissed her long and deep, silhouetted in the dim light of the club's doorway. A couple of men had to squeeze by so they could get their first look of tits and pussy for the evening. 

As we broke our kiss and moved to the door, one of the men looked back at us and said, "You two should get a room." 

Rachel smiled at him and I replied, "That will happen later."

The inside of the club was hot and smoky, the air humid with used breath and sweat. Rachel's dress glittered in the dim light and bright flashing strobes as we moved to the bouncer. When we got to him he looked Rachel up and down very carefully. 

I offered him the cover charge for both of us but he just pushed it back at me saying with a grin, "No cover for new talent. Have fun." 

Rachel reached out and ran her hand up his thigh and across his crotch while smiling at him, "Thank you." 

We went off into the smoky depths of the club. There were three stages and each girl had to dance three dances during her show, so the girls dancing were in various stages of undress. 

Rachel stopped and watched very carefully as each girl did her thing. She was particularly taken by a very buxom, bottle blonde at the end of her routine. The stripper was at the very edge of the stage calling guys over so the could watch her and give her money as she displayed her shaved pussy and meaty ass for them. She made them imagine what it would be like to fuck her in all different positions by rotating her hips and rhythmically humping the air. 

Rachel turned to me and nibbled at my ear. She snaked her tongue into my ear and when she withdrew it, remarked "I like that." 

I reached up and squeezed one of her tits right in front of the stripper and with my lips pressed to hers murmured, "I knew you would."

The stripper shouted over the music, "Hey baby what about me?" 

We both turned to look at her as she sat on the stage with her legs spread wide, playing with her pussy. I gave Rachel a ten dollar bill and told her, "Do just like the men and put it under her garter." 

Rachel stared fascinated by the stripper fingering her pussy for a bit and then reached out and slid the bill lengthwise under the garter, stroking her soft, smooth thigh. She learns quickly. Her nails then traveled back up the stripper's thigh and onto her pussy lips, both women slowly stroking the stripper's pussy. 

The men gathered around to watch and Rachel slowly slipped her index finger into the stripper. She finger fucked her teasingly for a few strokes and then slipped it out and into her mouth. We turned and walked away as men crowded up to the stage with money in hand. Rachel was sucking and licking her finger clean as we went to find a good seat.

A little while later, the bottle blonde stripper found us sitting together at a table in a shadowy corner of the club taking in the sights. She approached Rachel and asked, "Hey babe. How about you and me doing some dances together. Those guys couldn't give me enough money after you played with me on stage." 

Rachel looked over at me and I told the stripper, "Join us and let's talk."

She came over and took a chair between us. I ordered a round of drinks from a passing waitress. The waitress's uniforms in this place were fantastically sexy, I would have to think about Rachel in one of them. Rachel and I got our usual sodas but our nearly naked friend ordered Jack Daniels and I had the feeling she had a few of these already.

She introduced herself, "Hey I'm Betty. My stage name is Betty Boobs. It's a bit cheesy but it gets the customer's attention, just like these." She hefted her very large, round tits and gave them a squeeze. Each was easily the size of half of a large honeydew melon and surprisingly firm. Her nipples were perfectly round with the lightest of pink color and the buds stuck out nearly half an inch, just like pencil erasers.

There was no doubt what she made her money on but the rest of her was well shaped. She wasn't tiny or skinny. She had a full, curvy figure reminiscent of the Jane Russell or Jane Mansfield type so popular in the fifties and sixties. She wore nothing more than a neon pink beach wrap fastened with Velcro over one hip and a pair of spiked heeled, hot pink sandals that tied up around her ankles with five or six wraps. The bleached blonde hair was cut short and the dark roots showed easily. This only added to her slutty appeal. Her make up was heavily applied for the stage but expertly done to emphasize her big, blue eyes and her pouty cocksucker's lips. Her lipstick and long, artificial nails were done in a shiny, bubble gum pink. Yummy! 

From the way Rachel was eyeing Betty, I could tell that she agreed. Betty noticed us looking her over and spread her legs a bit wider. Her bare, shaved pussy was now on display and it glistened with her juices. Any men strolling by our table were sure to look at her sexy wares.

Betty took a sip of her drink, leaving a thick pink impression of her sexy lips on the rim and then leaned over to me. Her hand strayed to the obvious bulge in my pants and as she began to rake her long pink nails up and down my hard length, she stage whispered into my ear, "You both look like so much fun. I want to play with both of you tonight."




Minx Stripping



I looked over to Rachel who was watching and listening to Betty intently. Her hand strayed up the smooth, soft thigh nearest to her and her fingers moved up the crease between Betty's glistening pussy lips. Betty let out a low moan as Rachel nodded yes.


Rachel's eyes were wide open and bright as her finger found Betty's clit and she began to tickle it with one of her shiny red nails. The wild possibilities were dancing through my head as Betty started squirming in her seat. Her breathing came short and raspy and her whole body tensed as she tried to stifle her cries. Rachel had made her cum in no more than two minutes of play.

Betty sat up slowly and looked at both of us. She watched Rachel lick her finger clean with a sly smile and said, "Not here. I'm surprised that they haven't thrown us out yet. I can arrange it so that we get some time together. I need one hundred dollars to get everything arranged. To prove that I really want to play and not just take your money, I am putting up one hundred of my own."

It was a chance but it had the potential to be really hot and wild so what the hell. After all we were here to play and explore anyway.

Betty took out one hundred dollars of her own money from the night's tips and led the three of us up to a corner of the bar. Rachel and I watched as she talked with an older woman there for a couple of minutes and then smiled and nodded to us.

As we walked away from the bar, Betty told us, "Rhonda runs the club. She said okay as long as I make my next show on center stage. That gives us about 45 minutes. After my next performance, I'm all yours for the night."

Betty seemed to have a plan of action and wasn't hesitant about acting it out. I decided to follow her lead. Instead of stopping back at our table, Betty led us to one of the VIP rooms. It was up half a flight of stairs and overlooked the club with a big picture window. At the well lit stairs, Betty stopped Rachel and told her, "The guys love the view when the girls go up first."

She then leaned over and whispered something into Rachel's ear as her hand moved up under Rachel's dress and lingered at her pussy. Rachel squirmed and both women giggled. They turned towards me and each moved a hand slowly up my thighs and onto my bulging hard on. 

Betty looked at Rachel with delight in her eyes and said, "God, he's so big and thick. He must be one helluva fuck."

Rachel looked into my eyes, smiled brightly and replied, "You have no idea."

Betty unfastened her wrap with a quick tug and Rachel pulled her short dress up over her head. Both women moved up just a couple of steps and the bent over and wiggled their luscious buts and dripping pussies in my face.

Betty looked over her shoulder and said, "C'mon, stud."

I followed those beautiful asses up the stairs in a trance. My eyes never left the swaying wobbling cheeks. This was really going to be something else. At the top of the stairs we turned right and into a hallway with several doors. We were out of sight of the rest of the club and since we got there in the middle of the next song set, it would be several minutes before anyone came out of or went up to a room.

We stopped at the first door and waited for a room to open up. Betty grabbed my head and pulled my lips to hers, giving me a long, deep, wet kiss. She then repeated this with Rachel. Soon all three of us were standing closely and sharing a sloppy, three-way, tongue kiss.

As we were kissing, both women reached for one of my hands and guided them to their dripping holes. As I fingered the two slick pussies, two pair of hands moved to my hard cock and began to caress me teasingly. By the time the third and final song of the set had started both pair of hands were busily unzipping my pants and freeing my throbbing, leaking cock.

Betty looked down at my cock as the women played with me. She noticed the red lipstick smeared all along its length and then turned to Rachel.

"It looks like someone has already gotten a taste of this monster already tonight."

Rachel's face turned red, half blush of embarrassment and half flush of excitement. She giggled and responded, "It tastes so good. You have to try it."

"Oh, I will, sweetie. I will."

There was no intent on their part to make me cum yet. They were just trying to drive me out of my mind and they were succeeding. Four soft hands lightly tickled and touched all of my hard cock and tightening balls at one time. On their own volition, I could no longer think, my fingers were still sliding vigorously in and out of those two heavenly hot and wet holes. 

Just then a few of the doors opened and several men and scantily clad women moved down the hallway. I tried to move closer to the women and shield our naughty play but to no avail. The women started to let out low moans and whimpers as the dancers and their customers moved past.

They tried to act as if they were uninterested in our play but most glanced down to see those four skillful hands tantalizing my hard cock and my fingers sliding in and out of two juicy, wet pussies. It was all I could do to hold back and not shoot my sticky load all over the passersby. 

Once our room had emptied out, the ladies led me in by my cock. Betty turned to Rachel and asked, "I think he needs to cool off a bit before he loses control. What do you think?"

Giggling, she answered, "I thought he was going to make a mess out in the hallway all over those people." Betty laughed in agreement.

I took the swivel chair in front of the picture window before my knees gave out. Betty told me, "Why don't you just watch us for a bit. You might like the show." 

Betty then led Rachel in front of the picture window and they began to caress one another. Watching them tantalize each other with the teasing caresses was so arousing but the idea that they could be seen from the club floor by anyone looking up made it that much more so.

They entwined their bodies in a long kiss. By the wet, slurping noises it was obvious that their tongues were wrapped together as well. As they broke the kiss, each extended their tongue and diddled them together for my viewing pleasure. The girls reached out and began squeezing each others tits and pinching the nipples. Rachel was beside herself in ecstasy. Her head thrown back and moans escaping her lips as Betty mauled her long slender tits.

Rachel's grip on Betty's big tits was no less passionate or impressive. She seemed to be exploring and enjoying her new experiences. She bent her head down and began to lick and suck on Betty's big, erect nipples. It was Betty's turn to throw her head back and moan. Both women were moaning and whimpering, Rachel with her mouth full of firm tit flesh.

I could see past the women and through the picture window. There was a small group of people watching the girls play with one another. Several were strippers working in the club. All were standing quietly and watching the show wistfully.

Betty grabbed Rachel by the hips and turned her around and bent her over so that she was leaning with her hands on the outside edges of the window. She slid a couple of fingers into Rachel's gushing and so very needy pussy. The crowd was watching more intensely as Betty began to slide her fingers in and out of Rachel's pussy and Rachel began to buck her hips and wail.

I could see what the crowd was watching by looking at the reflection on the glass. Rachel's face was contorted in the throes of ecstasy and her hips were pumping and twitching at Betty's fingers. Betty then suddenly stopped as Rachel gasped, "No! No! Please don't stop now!"

Betty walked around Rachel and pulled Rachel's sweaty face to hers. The women began a long, deep kiss. Betty broke the kiss off and told Rachel, "Stay just as you are. The best is yet to come and you will cum, sweetie."

Kneeling behind Rachel's sexy ass, Betty began to slowly lick up her juice smeared pussy lips. Rachel's hips immediately began to buck and twitch once again. Betty pushed her long, pointy tongue deep into Rachel's pussy and lapped the sweet, tangy juice from deep inside her. Rachel's entire body began to shiver and shake as she pushed her face up against the glass and moaned continuously.

Betty moved her tongue down to Rachel's exposed clit and began to lap away. Rachel's whole body began to spasm and convulse as she orgasmed all over Betty's face and tongue.

"Oh God, Betty! That feels soooo good! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

Slowly, Rachel's hips lost their wiggle and her knees became jelly. She slid down the window and collapsed on the floor. Betty and I could hear and see our voyeuristic group applauding from the club floor. At the window, Betty licked and sucked Rachel's juices off her fingers and face to show her appreciation to the response.

"Okay, stud. Now it is our turn."

Betty walked over to me and knelt at one side of my chair. She swiveled the chair so that I was facing her. She smiled up at me and asked, "Have you ever fucked a stripper before, stud?"

"No never but I have always fantasized about it."

"Now your dream is about to come true."

Without any further play her head went directly to my cock and she swallowed it whole. Her bleached blonde head bobbed quickly up and down on my throbbing cock. The pressure from her lips and tongue was amazing. She sucked and slurped on my hard cock like a woman possessed. 

Sensing that I was about to cum and wanting to tease a bit, Betty removed her mouth from my pulsing cock. Betty's light pink lipstick was smeared and blended sexily along my cock length with Rachel's bright red. It was dripping her spit and cooling slowly in the air conditioning as Betty turned to Rachel, almost fully recovered and asked, "Do you want to suck on this big, gorgeous lollypop, sweetie?"

Rachel simply nodded in reply. She still couldn't walk yet so she crawled over to the other side of my chair. Betty swiveled the chair so that I was turned towards Rachel. Rachel licked my cock's full length a couple of times and the slurped me down. After a couple of sucks, Betty told her, "Don't make him cum yet. I want to fuck him and after he fills my juicy pussy with his cum you are going to lick me clean."

Rachel moaned around my cock, "Ooooohhhhhhhh!" and immediately began to finger her pussy. 

The vibrations and the thought of watching Rachel lick my cum from Betty's pussy brought me dangerously close to cumming. Rachel immediately slurped her mouth off my cock and then swiveled the chair over to Betty. Betty gave me a couple of long licks and then a couple of deep sucks before swiveling me back to Rachel. 

It continued like this for the next little while. Lick, lick, suck, suck, swivel. I was passed helplessly back and forth between the two women as they teased out of my mind. 

Finally Betty hefted my bloated and aching balls and said, "I think he is ready, sweetie."

With this Betty stood up and turned around. She wiggled her dripping pussy in my face. I leaned forward and took a taste. I plunged my tongue as deep as I could into her inviting snatch and drank deeply of her nectar, the heady nectar of a fully aroused woman. 

I let my tongue stray up to the sensitive area between her pussy and her ass. Betty whimpered. My tongue strayed further north until it tickled her pretty, pink ass pucker. She began wiggling her hips furiously. As my tongue slid past the tight ring, into her nether region, she moaned and shouted, "Ooooooohhhhhhh! Fuck me now, stud! I need to be fucked.!"

She immediately pulled away from my face and impaled herself on my hard cock. She was so wet and slippery that she sunk down to the hilt with no effort whatsoever. She lifted and plunged on me while rotating her hips. Her moans and the musky scent of her sex filled the room.

I reasserted myself by grabbing her hips and pulling her down completely onto my fuckpole. Holding Betty in place, I told Rachel, "Come over here, minx and lick this hot, wet pussy."

Rachel immediately began dancing her tongue on Betty's swollen and exposed clit. Betty moaned out again and shivers ran through her.

I then began moving Betty's hips slowly up and down my shaft. Up until her pussy was just kissing the head of my cock and down until she had engulfed me completely and only my balls were exposed. We kept this teasing pace, Betty being stimulated by Rachel's tongue until her shivers intensified and became tremors. I couldn't hold back much longer. I was about ready to burst.

I pulled Betty up until just the top portion of my cock head was in her and told Rachel, "Make us cum. Show Betty what a good little minx you are and make us both cum."

Rachel's tongue lapped at Betty's clit and the sensitive underside of my cock head. I reached up and squeezed Betty's big tits and roughly pinched her hard nipples. Betty completely lost control. Her body began to convulse as if she were being electrocuted and wailed, "Uhhhnnn, Uhhhnnn! Ooooohhhh Goddddd! Oooooohhhh!

I pulled her down hard onto my pulsing spike and she flopped around as I could feel her pussy spasming around my pumping cock. I shot bolt after bolt hot searing hot cum deep into her womb. Rachel never stopped licking her. Betty moaned and twitched and jumped as we kept the waves of pleasure coursing through her. 

As Betty melted back into my arms, I pulled my sticky and semi-hard cock from her. Rachel got busy doing her duty. She licked and sucked me clean until, I was once again hard and ready to play.

I moved out from under Betty and let her collapse into the chair. I knelt down next to Rachel and laced my fingers in her hair. I pulled her to me and tasted my lingering cum on her lips and tongue.

"Are you ready, Rachel. Will you be a good little minx and lick my cum for Betty's well fucked pussy?"

"God, yes! I want to taste you and her mingled together. She is so hot. I want to like your sticky mess from her fuckhole."

Betty got up enough energy to move her head and look down at Rachel. This dirty talk excited my little minx as did Betty watching her. I slow moved Rachel's head toward the pussy that I had just finished fucking. I controlled the pace to tease us all. Rachel, Betty and I got a good look at my cum dribbling out of Betty's gaping hole. We all let out a moan as Rachel's tongue lapped up the first few drops from Betty's smeared and sticky pussy lips.

Rachel plunged her tongue deep into Betty. Betty was still so stimulated from the previous fucking and licking that she immediately began moaning and bucking. She grabbed wrapped her thighs around Rachel's head and pulled her face in tight to her pussy, rubbing her messy pussy all over Rachel's lips, tongue and nose. Despite being nearly suffocated, Rachel hung in there gamely, licking and sucking on Betty's pussy and clit.

Betty soon began wailing again and shaking all over. She shouted, "Oh, sweetie! Lick me, sweetie! Lick me! Lick me!" as she humped and thrusted her pussy into Rachel's face and convulsed all around her head.

When Betty collapsed again into the chair and her legs slid from around my little minx's shoulders, Rachel sat up, her face all shiny and wet with my cum and Betty's juices. She was beaming, so happy and so excited by what she had just done. I pulled her over to me and began to lick her face and lips clean of the orgasmic cocktail. When her face was clean, I kissed her deeply, a soul searing kiss and we shared the mixed flavor of our fun.

As the next song set stopped, Betty jumped up and shouted, "It's my next set. I've got to run!" 

We all jumped up and headed out the door. Luckily, I had the presence of mind to tuck my hard cock back into my pants. The stripper and customer at the door waiting to use the room next watched as I zipped my pants back up. 

Betty was going to be late so she just climbed up on stage and began her routine. Her pink lipstick was smeared, her hair was mussed and wild, she still had a bit of my cum dripping from her pussy and running down the inside of her thighs. She looked so hot and inviting, a well fucked woman who was dying for more. The men crowded around the stage and handed her money so she would spread her legs for them and show them her used and messy pussy.

At one point, Rachel went up to the stage and gave Betty some money. Betty got on her hands and knees, reached back and pulled Rachel's face to her pussy and ass. Rachel was bent over and while she was being treated by Betty, several of the customers were behind her staring at her pussy and ass. 

When Betty was done playing with Rachel, she noticed this and shouted at them, "Hey you want to look, you have to pay!" 

Each of the men immediately moved to the stage and tossed on a handful of dollar bills. With this and a crafty smile, Betty reached down and took Rachel's hand and pulled her up on stage. The women immediately began kissing and caressing their way through the next song. Men were tossing money on the stage as Betty and Rachel took turns licking and sucking each other's tits.

At the end of the second song Rachel went to the opposite side of the stage to give the men over there a good look. Betty moved towards me and waved me up to the stage. As I got there and handed her my money, she pulled me to her and began to rub her big tits all over my face. 

As I was enjoying the stimulation, she nibbled and breathed in my ear and whispered, "I can leave after this show. The limo is waiting to take us to your hotel room. What are you going to do with us stud?"

She pulled my face from her heavenly tit valley and spread her legs. As I watched her finger her pussy and ass, I answered, "The two of you are going to lick and suck my cock together and I am going to cum all over your lips and tongues. After that you are going to sit on my face so that I can lick your hot pussy while Rachel is mounted on me and fucking me."

"Oh yeah, stud. That sounds great."

With that Betty moved to center stage for the finale of the final set. She called Rachel over and produced a shiny silver vibrator. The two women took turns licking and sucking the vibrator and then began to lick it in unison, up and down. The two of them then slid down to their knees and started kissing and sucking each other's tits while making humping motions with their asses. Money was flying and the audience was wild. Men all over the club were watching and rubbing the bulges in their pants. 

I knew that the show was really just for me and was busy imagining all the fun we were going to have tonight. As the last song ended, Rachel and Betty gathered up their earnings. Rhonda came over to me and handed me two long wraps. 

"No point in wasting time looking for their clothes, stud."

I took the wraps from her and her hand slid up the length of my cock.

"Have fun tonight, stud."

I helped the women cover themselves and we left, heading out to the waiting limo...



Minx



Rachel was lying on the bed, gasping for air and coated with a glistening sheen of sweat. She smiled, looking at my hard, twitching cock. She knew the effect her show had on me. 

I told her, “Roll over and get up on your knees. I want to see your sweaty ass.” She obeyed promptly and wiggled her ass at me in true minx-like fashion. 

“Pull up your skirt and show me both of your private holes.” 

She complied readily and then surprised me by spreading her knees wider and reaching back to pull her ass cheeks apart, giving me an unobstructed view of both her pink ass pucker and her pussy as they glistened with her slippery juices. 

“Very good, my little minx. You are such a sexy slut.” 

Hearing this, she wiggled her ass at me again. I leaned forward and licked up the length of her wet pussy lips and listened to her whimper. I licked back down the lips and waggled my tongue on her exposed clit just to hear her moan. 

Moan she did and then Rachel began to beg me, “Please Ross, please! I need to be fucked soooo bad! Please fuck me with your big, thick cock!” 

I stopped her pleas by running my tongue up her pussy lips again, across the ticklish nether region and onto her puckered ass. She thrashed around moaning even louder as I slowly slipped my tongue into the tight, pink, puckered ring. As I slid my tongue in and out of her ass and licked around the sensitive ring she pushed her hips back at me, trying to fuck my tongue with her ass.

I moved back, taking my tongue out of the tight pink ass ring, listening to her groan. I slid my finger into her steamy pussy and she squealed and pushed her ass back at me. I fucked her with my finger for a few thrusts and she fucked back as if she was trying to impale herself on my entire arm, chanting, “Fuck my hole, Fuck my hole.” 

I slipped my finger from her pussy and used it to tickle her pulsing ass pucker and then slowly slipped it into her through the tight but yielding ring. My finger was well lubed from her gushing pussy juices as was her ass. It slid in easily. 

She hissed back at me, “Yessssss!” 

I slid my other index finger into her pussy and began to fingerfuck both holes with the same rhythm. Whimpering, she pushed her ass back, engulfing both of my thick fingers each time I pulled them out of her. 

I told her, “You have it all wrong minx. These holes are mine to use as I desire. They are my fuckholes just as you are my slut, my little minx to use in anyway I see fit.” 

She answered back, “Yesssss! I am your little minx, your fucktoy to play with. I love how you play with your fuckholes. Please don’t stop.” 

I slowly withdrew my fingers from my fuckholes. As they slipped out, Rachel pushed her ass back, trying to capture them again but I didn’t let her. 

I climbed up on the bed and told her, “Now you get what a slutty minx deserves. I am going to fuck you like the animal that you are.” 

I knelt behind her swaying ass and listened to her whimpers and moans as I traced up and down the length of her slippery slit with the head of my cock. Without warning, I thrust my big, thick cock deep into her pussy, giving my fuckhole a taste of my cock for the first time. Rachel was so wet and needy that I plunged in until my hips slapped her soft little ass. 

Her pussy wasn’t tight, she is the mother of three children, and she was overflowing with her hot, slippery lube. There was little friction, just an overwhelming wetness and heat. It felt like I was fucking hot syrup. I smiled at the realization that I could fuck her like this for quite some time before I pumped her full of man goo. 

She was moaning and I began thrusting hard and deep. Each thrust harder and deeper than the one before. I punctuated each thrust with a grunt as my hips bounced off her ass and my cock hit the bottom of her fuckhole. She wiggled her ass around my cock as I pulled out and fucked back at me with each plunge. 

Rachel’s hanging tits flopped back and forth on her chest making wet slapping sounds in her sweat. We whimpered, moaned and growled at one another like mating animals, thrusting ourselves together and pulling almost completely apart before thrusting back again, over and over. 

Rachel began to squeal and her body tightened up. I reached under her and grabbed her by her flopping tits and pulled her up so that her back was against my chest and her head was nearly beside mine. As I mauled her tits and thrusted even harder into her, I told her “You are a great fucking minx. God you know how to fuck, you little slut.” 

She shuttered and moaned and then shouted, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I’mmmm cummmminnngggg!!! Fuck me!” 

Her whole body shuttered and bucked as if she were being electrocuted and her pussy began to spasm around my thrusting cock. At that point, I finally released and began pumping my sticky goo deep into her. 

We collapsed in a tangled and sweaty heap on the bed. Her pussy twitched around my cock for a while and my cock would pulse and pump just a bit more goo into her as we lay collapsed with me half on top of her, trying to catch our breath. 

I began to think of all the wild things that I wanted to do with her, to her and watch her do for me. I looked down at my watch and noted that we still had an hour before the scheduled three hours of rehearsal were up. 

I slipped my still hard cock from her pussy with a plop and told her, “Get over here minx and clean up this mess you made.” 

Rachel slowly lifted her head and looked around to see my cock covered in our combined essence. She licked her lips and with a naughty smile she began licking the gooey mess from my cock. After thoroughly cleaning and savoring the sticky mess, she moved over me and rubbed her body along mine. Her overflowing pussy was hovering above my face as she gave my hard and again twitching cock a long, loving lick up its length.

I reached out with my tongue and licked the gooey syrup dripping from her well used hole. As she let out a long moan while kissing my cockhead, she murmured “Don’t forget that you promised to cum all over my tits and make me lick them clean… 



Minxy Waistress



Her long tanned legs drove him crazy. The bartender, a sleek brunette was leaning over the bar to receive an order. She always did it like that, always leaning forward so her mini-skirt slides up, exposing the bottom of her ass-cheeks. 

I lean forward, hoping to hide my boner from the others in the bar. The brunette- Katrina, her nametag read- was a minx, I could tell. All the bar maids wore there sexy-low-cut shirts and skirt-showing-their-ass, but Katrina was different. Her eyes were too sly, did more sex talk then her mouth. 

I was going to fuck the whore. She always tempted me, getting me on edge right before telling me it was closing time and kicking me out.

I grab my glass; swallow the last of the beer and pace it back on the table. I'm gonna fuck that chick, weather she likes it or not.

The back door finally opens and Katrina steps out. Even though it was only 10c out right now, she wore no more than what she wore while in the bar. 

I follow her as she walks over to her car, long legs begging to be looked at. She hadn't even jammed the keg into the lock when I step up beside her. "Hello Katrina" I greet. Up close she was even hotter. Her boobs were average sized, but the low cut shirt left little to imagine. 

Katrina looks up at me, hardly seeming surprised to see me there. "Hi" she smiles sly, her eyes sliding over me in assessment. I knew she'd seen my erection straining threw my pants, but that didn't stop the surprise when her eyes flick up, a devilish glint in them. "Wow, your big" she whispers, and with that reaches out, grabbing my boner in one hand. 

"Come on, show me a good time" she whispers seductively and opens the backseat door. 

This minx, oh she was good. She had hardly touched my dick and it was already at full attention, trying to strain though my pants. I push the girl down, shaking my head. "You're such a whore" I mutter as I crawl in after her.

Katrina offers a wicked smile. "I'm a bad girl"

"You need you be punished" I smirk. My hands were on her shirt, pushing the thin material over her head. Her boobs bob on her chest, nipples hard. I lean down, bitting a nipple between my teeth. 

Katrina pushes her chest up, pressing her boob into my face. Soft flesh mashes into my nose and unable to do anything else I suck on her pink nipple, nipping it. "Keep going" she breaths and I suddenly feel her hands on my ribs, pushing my shirt up and over my head. 

I groan as she grinds into my thigh. I couldn't wait any longer. 

Katrina laughs as I pull rip her skirt off, flinging the useless material out the door. I quickly put I hands between her thighs, feeling welcoming liquid on my fingers. "You're not wearing any underwear" I scowl and rub my thumb up over her slit. She was wet, already opening her legs in invitation. Her manicured cunt stares up at me, clean and shaved. I could see her wetness in the dim light. 

Despite the need to release my dick and shove it into her wet pussy, I leave it in and slide my finger into her opening. She moans and pushes onto my hand as I insert another finger. I make a come her motion with my fingers, watching her muscles tremble as she grinds onto my hand. "Fuck me already" she hisses. 

"You asked for it" I smirk and unzip my pants, shoving them around my ankles along with my briefs. 

Katrina groans and tries to push onto my as I rub the head on her slit. She was so wet, the smell of her juices driving me crazy. She opens her legs more, wrapping her legs around me. "Shove you're fat dick into me!" she huffs. 

"But this is your punishment" I laugh, rubbing the tip of my cock on her clitoris. She quakes under me, boons bouncing and hips rocking towards me. 

"Asshole" she breaths, 

I smack her ass and push my dick a centimetre into her pussy, only to pull out when she tries, unfruitfully, to push onto me. "Uh-uh-ah," I tisk. It was starting to feel like my punishment, not hers. I could see her cunt, begging to be fucked. I return to teasing her, rubbing her clit and pushing the tip of my dick into her opening onto to withdraw it. Pre-cum drips onto her cunt.

"I'm a whore" Katina hisses, grinding onto my cock. "Fuck me like the little whore I am!" 

I shove my dick into her opening, sliding in all the way as Katrina moans. I grind my hips into her ass before pulling out. Light shines on my dick, her juices making it slick. I thrust in hard, welcoming the whore's cry of pleasure. Her breasts bounce as I hammer into her, thrusting in again and again. 

"Oh yeah, like that!" she pants as I burry myself into her wet cunt. I slide in and out effortlessly, she was so wet, her walls hot. Pressure building in my balls as I continue to drive into her core. The smell of sex fills the car, her cries of pleasure making everything more erotic. My cock squelches in her pussy, my hips hitting her ass as I fuck her brains out. 

She screams, an orgasm washing over her in a waves. Her muscles shudder as she grinds into me, clawing at the seat and crying out her pleasure. 

The pressure in my balls suddenly releases and I shover my dick deep into the whore, emptying my load into her cunt. My knees go weak for a second and I lean an arm against the backseat, my dick still embedded by her wet core. She grinds onto my dick weakly, milking the last of my sperm into her hot cunt. 

Carefully I stand up, withdrawing my cock from her pussy. I pull up my pants, glancing around the car. Only meters away stood one of the other waitresses. The blond I think was called Candy or something. "Enjoy the show?" I ask, zipping up my pants. 

The girl says nothing and watches as I turn and walk away, to speechless to say anything. I climb into my car, not even glancing back to see what Katrina or the other waitress were doing. 

The next day I turn up at the bar, wondering what Katina would do when she sees me. I slide into my seat, watching as she scurries around tables, leaning forward so every guy got a good look down her shirt or up her skirt, where I knew she wore no underwear. 

Dirty little whore. 

10 minutes later she finally looks up and catches my eyes. She catches another waitress by her arm and whispers something before heading for a door, motioning me to follow. 

Katrina pushes the door open, motioning me in before her. It was a small bathroom, for the employees only. Before I could ask if it was okay for me to be in here the lock clicks in place. I turn around from assessing the bathroom to find Katrina in front of me, reaching for my semi-hard cock. "I need you" she whispers. "I need a man to fuck me good" 

"Done" I smirk, suddenly realizing why we were in the bathroom. I would have been happy if she's taken me into the room behind the bar where the girls got changed. I wouldn't care if someone walked in and watched, or even if they wanted to join in. 

I shove Katrina against the wall, pushing her skirt up over her hips as she fumbles with my pants. I was going to ravage her cunt, make it so she couldn't walk. 

I hastily shove my jeans down, smirking when she looks down to see I'd didn't have any briefs on. They were a waste of time, especially when I planned on fucking Katrina in her car again, maybe on the hood.

"You're not wearing an underwear" she tisks, like I had done you her last night. My dick stans between us, thick and hard, pre-cum dribbling down my shaft. 

"Easier this way" I whisper in her ear and slide a finger between her legs. As I guessed, she wore no panties. She was completely bare, and completely wet. I grab her legs, opening them and placing them on my hips so was between me and the wall, her pussy's entrance at my cock. With one stoke I enter her cunt. Like last night she was so wet, hot and already revving for sex. She moans as I thrust into her hard. "I'm going to fuck your brains out" I tells her. 

"Oh-please-do!" she pants. 

I drive into her hard, listening to her juices squish around my cock, her ass slapping against the wall. Sex fills the air, her groan making my hard dick throb and my balls tighten. Her walls clench around me as she orgasms, clawing at me. "I'm gonna cum in you, whore" I pants as the pressure in my balls intensifies. 

"Yes, cum in me you asshole!" she screams, grinding me. 

I quicken my pace, wondering if I could get her to orgasm again before I shot my load. She cries out, pulling as my shoulders. Her boobs bounce in front of my face, ass slapping the wall and my hips slamming into flesh. The knot releases and with a grunt I squirt my seep into her hot core. I keep rocking, small stokes as she grinds on my dick. When there is nothing left I pull out of her, placing Katrina back on her feet. 

Cum runs down her legs, but she says nothing about it. Instead she stops me when I reach for my pants. "We aren't done yet" she breaths. Before I can ask what she means she pushes me back, down onto the toilet. "You've been looking after me, it's my time to look after you" she whisper. 

"Oh fuck" I mutter as she leans down to my still stiff cock. She kisses the head before taking it into her mouth. "You like my dick, don't you?" I ask as she sucks, licking my cock clean. Her tongue runs over my shaft, igniting the nerves on fire. I lean back, watching her bob her head on my dick. I could feel my need to cum again, just watching this minx eating my cock was hot, made my skin feel like I was burning. My balls tighten as she grabs them, squeezing and kneading them. I groan, trying to cum. 

I wanted to enjoy this, her wet mouth on my cock, her hands tickling my balls. It could stop now if I ejaculated. 

Katrina lifts her head, flicking her tongue on the sensitive tip of my penis before looking up at me with sly eyes. "Cum, I want to taste you" she breaths. Her mouth resumes bobbing on my cock, her wet tongue massaging my shaft as she deep throats me, taking me all the way down. 

"Fuck" I mutter as the knot in my balls loosens. Katrina instantly sets to work swallowing it all, drinking my cum. I grab her head, forcing her down my dick. She sucks hard, teasing my nerves with her tongue. I was going to cum again at this rate. 

Katrina pushes my hand off her head and looks up at me. "I've only just started" she whispers before standing up. Slowly she stands up, dragging her hands up her long legs, over her hips then onto her stomach. She dances slowly, making my cock instantly throb. She rolls her hips, turning to roll her ass at me. I watch, totally engrossed as her cunt peeks through her legs, wet and shiny. Her fingers peel away her shirt, discarding it to the floor. She continues dancing, rolling her hips and touching her breasts. 

I stand up, needing to push her against a wall and fuck her again. But Katrina shoves me back onto the closed toilet lid. "Uh-ah, my turn" she whispers and crawls onto my lap. Her rolls her hips, her smooth landing strip brushing against my ribs. I clutch her hips, wanting to draw her down, but her hand slides between her legs, touching herself. 

So hot.

Katrina pushes her tits into my face, jiggling them back and forth as she moans her pleasure. Out of nowhere she grabs my dick, squeezing it tightly before going to work wanking it. "oh, fuck, you whore" I pant. Heat flushes along my skin, my balls tighten. She was going to make my cum, and I wouldn't even get her cunt again. 

"Cum, cum all over me" she moans. 

I grab the toilet edges, groaning as she pulls my cock hard, boobs squished into my face and her fingering herself. 

I grunt as sperm shoots up between us, spattering against Katrina's slits and hand, over her arm and stomach. I grab her hips, stopping her from pulling away if that was her intention. But the whore only removes her fingers and removes her boobs from my face. "Now let me ride you" she whispers. 

Katrina positions herself over my dick, smiling slyly right before dropping down. She groans, grinding down on me. I thrust into her, my cock throbbing in her hot cunt. Juices, both mine and hers, dribble down my dick, squishing as she grinds onto my fat cock. Her boobs bounce as she dances on my dick, lifting up and thrusting down, moaning her delight. 

"You're a fucking whore" I tell her, meeting her falls with small thrusts. 

"Yes" she cries out, fucking me. My balls were tightening again, my stomach feeling funny as she pants and starts to climax. I grind up into her, thrusting and pushing my hips against her ass. "Bitch" I mutter as she starts screaming out 'yes'. 

Her orgasm hits hard, making her stop moving as she shudders and twitches on me. Her boobs bounce as she screams her pleasure. But I still hadn't cum. Quickly I stand up, leaving Katrina still on my cock as I turn around. She doesn't have time to recover before I place her shoulder blade on the toilet seat and start fucking her. 

She screams, crying out in ecstasy as I assault her wet cunt with my fat cock. "Oh yeah" I mutter as her breasts bounce wildly. I watch my dick slide in and out of her pussy, seeing her hole take me in, the juices shine on my shaft, right before I impale her. 

Her walls clench tight around my shaft, and with a shout as I empty my sperm into her core. Our juices squish, dripping to the floor at my feet. I pull out, still holding the whores legs as my seamen and her cum seep out of the opening, dribbling down her ass. I release one of her long legs and touch the juices, sliding a finger into her hole. Katrina moans softly but says nothing, even when I withdraw my finger from her cunt and move down to her ass. I place a finger in her rosebud, welcoming another groan. 

I lean down over Katrina and kiss the space between her breasts, my finger still in her ass. "Later" I mutter, withdrawing my finger. I quickly pull on my pants and leave the staff bathroom, going to men's to clean up. She better know how to recover in two hours from all that, because otherwise she's gonna be dead after she leaves work and finds me at her car. 

I can wait, I'm gonna spread those ass cheeks and fuck in ass in the back over her car, ride her on the hood, make her eat my cock and see where we go from that.

If we're lucky we'll have another audience.