1 comments/ 20885 views/ 0 favorites Gemini By: DeadlyNyghtshayde “What the fuck are you doing?” T.J. exclaimed when she walked into the cluttered bedroom and found her friend starting to shoot up with heroin. Dammit! This fucking pissed her off. The pot she could deal with. But fuck…this shit was too extreme. Not to mention… Jason looked up, his cornflower blue eyes wide with surprise at getting caught in action. All at once, his emotions raced between fear and anger and guilt. Next to Kevin, this chick was one of his closest friends. Certainly hadn’t always been. But when her writing had brought her to Kev’s attention, and after T.J. and Jason had gotten over their initial irritation of each other, the two had started to get along pretty well. They found a mutual friendship in annoying the hell out of other people who didn’t like their brash and often abrasive personalities. The two became almost partners in crime and enjoyed the hell out of pissing people off. Besides, T.J. cared about him. A lot. Shit. And he’d broken a promise. “Hey, T.J, it’s not what it looks like,” he started. Then he slipped into the ‘tude. The Jay ‘tude. The I-Don’t-Give-A-Shit-And-No-One-Can-Hurt-Me ‘tude that had won him his popularity. “Shit, this isn’t even mine…,” But T.J. cut him off at the pass. “Fuck you, asshole.” Her bluntness caught him and ripped him right out of ‘tudeville. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Jason. I’m a lot smarter than that.” She moved farther into the room, picking up dirty clothes along the way. She walked to the closet, opened the door and dropped the clothes into the half empty hamper. She kicked several pairs of discarded shoes inside as well and then closed the door. She was pissed; and when she was pissed, she looked for things to do with her hands. Constructive things. And if she didn’t organize, she’d beat the shit out of the skinny fuck. “What?” he asked, now trying to be cute. He could almost always rely on being cute. “What’s your problem, bitch?” This he asked with the spirit of their former relationship. The one that started out pretty fiery and volatile. Still holding the syringe in his left hand, Jason threw his arms up in the air as if to say, “What the fuck?” T.J. just stared at him. She was shorter than he was by about half a foot, but when she cut her deep cinnamon eyes up at him, one red-brown eyebrow arching defensively, Jason dropped his arms to his side. “You know what the problem is. You’re on probation for this shit. You get caught with this again and it’s no more Robert Downey Jr. treatment for you. It’s pack it up time and off to jail you go.” She stood right in front of him now, staring down at the arm that was still tied with the silk tie. T.J. tried to keep a stern, tough-bitch look on her face but it slowly slipped away into one that looked genuinely hurt by the actions of a person that she cared very deeply for. A person that she had really started to love. “Besides, you promised. You’d stick to mild shit if you just HAD to have something. Shit, I’d sit there and smoke it with you just to keep you company and you know I’m not all that into this shit.” Her voice started to crack and this seemed to begin to thaw Jason’s wannabe hard-heart. “Fuck, why do I bother?” And she started to turn and walk out of the room again. “You know what, asshole? You go ahead and fuck yourself up this way. Okay? You go ahead and blast yourself right into prison or a coffin. Either way…no skin off my bones.” She was halfway to the door, still bitching. “It’s clear that I mean nothing to you. Not as a friend…not as…oh fuck you. What does it matter? You can’t keep promises anyway.” What the hell was she talking about? They were buds, right? But she was talking like there was something more serious there. Oh Christ! Had she been feeling something more? Dammit, he’d only begun to hope for something more and never expected it because of their grating personalities. Oh sure, they were inseparable most of the time as friends go…they had a lot of good laughs. But beyond that? Emotions couldn’t get too involved or they’d probably kill each other. At least, that’s what Jason had always assumed was her attitude on this. What did he know? He’d only allowed his hopes to play through his head and heart for the last few months and he tried to brush that off as just something to pass a good jerk-off with. And now…dammit, T.J. was serious. She was leaving and he didn’t think she was coming back. He’d only see her around Kevin and even then, would she even look at him again? Grace him with those bedroom eyes that he just wanted to drown in. Fuck…he didn’t think so. “T.J., come on. I’m sorry!” he apologized and started after her. On his way to the door, where she’d stopped in the threshold, her back still to him, he dropped the syringe on his dresser amongst the clutter and ripped the scarf from his arm. At once he felt circulation come back to him just as he reached her. Tentatively, he reached out and touched T.J.’s left shoulder. The woman shrugged it away, not wanting to be touched or ass-kissed to at this point. And that was always the reaction she got from guys. “Oh now she’s pissed, so let me do damage control.” Gods, she hated it. “You think that saying you’re sorry is going to make it all better this time, Jay?” she asked, trying to hide sadness that roughened up her voice. It was at that moment that Jason realized how much he loved hearing her voice. He didn’t care if she was yelling, laughing (oh man, how he loved to hear her laugh!), talking soft or just sitting there reading something to him aloud…like her poetry…he just loved the tones of her voice. It was like velvet on his skin and made the hair rise each time. “I don’t think I can make anything all better. I just…dammit, I just want to be given the chance to try.” “You’ve had plenty of chances. You’re not going to live forever. And you’re not getting any younger. You’re just going to keep missing the bus, my friend. You’re clueless to what’s around you except for making money and hanging out.” Oh sure, she enjoyed all that, too. But she stopped and took a good look around her every now and then. She asked, “Why? Why do you keep going back to that shit?” She still hadn’t turned around to face him yet. T.J. was afraid of him seeing her right now. Seeing the tears that glided down her cheeks. She didn’t need to be betrayed by her fucking emotions. Oh how fucking typical. Why hadn’t she been born a guy? It would have made things so much easier. Before she could move out of the doorway to where she left her shoes and her purse, Jason grasped her shoulders again, this time putting more pressure with the touch, meaning business now. “Jesus, I don’t know. I don’t mean to,” he started. He saw her react and before she could say what he figured she would, he told her, “I DON’T. I don’t want to be hooked on this shit. It’s just…habit. I’m a fucking moron to keep going back to it and no, I don’t wanna go to fucking jail.” Without thinking, he put his other hand on her other shoulder, stepping up closer behind her. T.J.’s shoulders tensed and she felt almost trapped at that point. She was caught between several emotions: fear that he would realize she was almost crying, anger that he just wasn’t getting it…and the most frightening of all, excitement at his touch. Dammit… “Well, you can’t just expect it all to go away that easily. You’ve gotta make an effort. You’ve actually gotta keep yourself away from it.” She was almost pleading with him now and then stiffened herself and her resolve. “No, Jason. This shit just can’t go on. I’m out of here. I can’t take this yo-yo shit with you anymore.” Once more, she broke from his grasp and started away from him. That’s when she heard a sudden cry and it startled her into turning around. The sound came from Jason and when she looked, tears were streaming down his face. He’d always looked very young. But now, he had this vulnerable quality that she’d never seen. Shit, no one had probably seen it. Doubtful Kevin had seen it. Those two were too often playing the tough-guy routine together, chiding each other for any sign of emotion. The only times that Jason wasn’t ragging on the older of the two was when Kev was talking about his wife or daughter and his honeyed brown eyes just lit up like Christmas. But here was Jason sobbing those beautiful blues out and shaking like there was an earthquake in his soul. T.J. couldn’t stand it. Dammit. She was supposed to be strong. And now… …she reached out with a small hand, her long, nimble fingers gently touching Jason’s now wet cheek. She tried to wipe away the tears but they were coming too fast. He closed his eyes, fighting himself for control but finding that he couldn’t. What the fuck? This wasn’t him! But he couldn’t stop himself either. And when she touched his face…oh fuck man. It was like a whole ocean was bursting loose from him like some asshole’d pulled the lever on a dam or something. Fuck this…But he couldn’t stop now and he felt like he was going insane. Man, I’m losin’ it, he thought. Before he realized it, T.J. had moved closer to him, pressing against him and enfolding him into her bare arms. She felt her friend’s tears fall onto her army-toned tank top but paid no attention to that. All she cared about was making sure that Jason was okay. He was shaking against her almost as if he was cold. She stepped back a minute, took one of his hands that kept trying to cover his face, hiding his pain, and she led him to the unmade bed. Carefully, gently, she eased him down onto the mattresses and then followed suit, curling her legs underneath her. Jason tried to turn away from her, not wanting her to see him this vulnerable anymore. Not wanting her pity. Not wanting anything from her that was out of feeling sorry for him and his pathetic situation. But T.J. proved to be stronger than he thought and she pulled him to her again, this time wrapping him in her arms and under a quilt lying haphazardly on the bed. Rubbing his arms and back, she tried to warm him in case he was cold but also wanting the touch to feel reassuring. “Shh,” she crooned and leaned down to kiss his forehead. She brushed a strand of his long golden hair off his face and kissed his face again. When he looked up at her again, his blue eyes bloodshot, he was starting to calm down some. His crying was beginning to fade and his breathing was becoming hitched, almost to a steady hiccup. “Shh,” she continued, kissing him again. This time his nose and he started to giggle. She cupped his face in her left hand, caressing his cheek lightly, then cocking his face upward so that she could touch her mouth to his. It was a soft kiss. A friendly kiss, sure, but one that promised more if he was a good boy. And he desperately wanted to be a good boy at this point. He was suddenly exhausted and felt himself starting to fall asleep curled up in T.J.’s arms. He could hear her heartbeat and her breathing and it was as sweet as her voice was sexy. “T.J.,” he began and she started to shush him. “No, listen,” his voice was fading now with the onset of relaxation that would lead to sleep. “I’m…I’m sorry. I mean it. I don’t want to lose you.” T.J. leaned down to kiss him again and realized that he’d already drifted off to sleep. But his breathing was now normal and he was no longer shaking. This was a good sign. Finally, after a long time, he was relaxed. The next morning, Jason woke to birds singing outside his window and the smell of bacon coming from his kitchen. He rolled over on his bed, bleary-eyed and wondered at first what the hell had happened. Reaching up to rub his eyes, he found his cheeks dry but at the same time weird feeling like he’d been crying. What the fuck? Him, cry? No fucking way… .…and then he remembered last night. Not only did he cry but also he remembered the whole shebang of almost losing one of the people who cared the most about him to a stupid addiction. Jason’s eyes trailed over the room and settled on his dresser where the syringe still sat. Staring at him. Tempting him. He climbed out of bed, realizing that he wasn’t in the jeans and T-shirt he’d been wearing yesterday. He was in a pair of his most comfortable flannel pj pants. Okay, that was odd. He knew he didn’t remember changing into those. Someone would have some explaining to do, he thought with a smirk. Treading carefully, Jason made his way to the dresser and picked up the syringe and stared at it for a minute. It was almost as if he’d been hypnotized by it. The glass tube, the long needle at the end…filled with a liquid that promised euphoria. Jason licked his lips absently. Then he turned and walked over to the door that was one of the two that led into the bathroom. Standing over the sink, Jason held the hypo and pushed down on it till it spit all its liquid down the drain. While he did that, he turned on the water to wash it down saying goodbye to a past he didn’t want to repeat. When it was all gone, he dropped the needle into the trashcan, listening to the sound it made as it echoed out of his skull. Feeling good for the first time in a while, Jason turned and walked out of the bathroom…out of his bedroom…and into the rest of his apartment. All around him, the clutter had been picked up and organized. The mags on the table in the livingroom were stacked neatly on top of each other. There were no clothes on the floor. There were no plates, utensils or other food containers anywhere in there. Shit, T.J. really HAD been pissed last night. It’s a wonder she didn’t use him to mop up the kitchen floor in the process. …hmm…kitchen floor…that reminded him… Jason walked into the kitchen to find that it was much cleaner than he’d left it and there were dishes drying beside the sink. Sunlight was coming in through a now clear window, streaking across the floor in a beam that led straight to the person he wanted to see. T.J. was standing there in another pair of his flannels (shit, she didn’t keep clothes here…why would she?) and a T-shirt of his that had been cut off at the sleeves, neck and midriff. He saw the clench of bare skin at her stomach, side and lower back as the shirt revealed as much on her as it did on him. Only her skin was much tanner than his. But he knew for a fact that T.J. liked to lay out any chance she got. She wasn’t from up here normally and wasn’t quite used to the cold yet. She often claimed hating to sleep alone since she’d moved up north because no amount of blankets, clothes or heaters could get her warm enough in the night. He stood there in silence for a long time, that being odd in and of itself as he was never without words, and just stared at her cooking eggs at his stove. Shit, he had eggs? But he pushed the mundane thought away and continued to drink in her beauty that was highlighted by the rays of sun through his kitchen window. Her hair was wet…ooh, she’d taken a shower here and he’d missed out on it! Damn. He allowed a smile to play over his full lips as he casually leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Jason drank in as much of her as his heart would allow. From her head to her bare feet with metallic purple-painted toes, she was just something. He never thought he’d have this. Usually the chicks he was with left before sunrise of their own free will or he ushered them out the door, glad for a few moments peace till he started his day. But this…shit, this was domestic in a way that he could handle. This was damned sexy and he never thought he’d think that. This wasn’t a scene for guys like him usually. Nah, this was a scene for that ass Kevin since he’d settled down. But me? Jason thought. Nah, guys like me never woke up to something like this. About that time, T.J. looked up from what she was cooking and smiled warmly at her friend. She was glad he’d gotten some sleep last night. He looked much better than he did last night anyway. Perhaps he’d just been stressed or something and that’s why he’d acted so stupidly. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she greeted him and kept on turning the scrambled eggs over and over in the pan, checking the flames every once in a while on the gas-top stove. She still wasn’t quite used to working with gas heat after the last couple of years living here. So, she overcompensated in her cooking all the time by being more careful than she used to be. “Hey, those are my clothes,” he teased and walked into the kitchen. He tried to sound irritated with her, seeing if he could push her into playing and joking with him as always. “Where do you get off raiding my closet?” Jason stepped up behind her and poked her with one long finger in the side. She jumped, being ticklish, which is why he’d done it. They’d often gotten into wrestling matches because he started to tickle her, knowing that it would drive her crazy. “Dude, it’s my right to raid that warzone you call a closet. Especially since I cleaned up your place this morning. My clothes were gross and I was gross and I took a shower. I didn’t have anything else to wear, so I rummaged around and found something that would fit. Sort of.” She didn’t look at him as she spoke to him. Just kept stirring the eggs. She reached over and picked up a mug of doctored up coffee and drank some down. Jason looked at that. Shit, I have coffee? He thought. Then pushed that away. “Oh and what’s this shit with what I’m wearing? Who the fuck changed me?” He started to go into Jay’tude with her again, teasing though, but making it sound convincing. “You just wanted to get me naked, didn’t you?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, going into his “everyone thinks I’m so hot and wants to screw me” routine. T.J. just rolled her eyes and laughed a little. “Yeah, I changed you. So what? It’s not as if I hadn’t done that before,” she began, taking a bite of egg to see how it tasted and how done it was. Nope, still a little slimy, she thought and kept stirring. “You’ve been so drunk so many times that it wouldn’t have mattered who’d changed your clothes. It could have been Kevin for all you know.” She looked at him then and saw a look of total shock wash over his face. Just as he was starting to protest in some denial homophobic prattle, she went on. “Yes, one time Kevin DID have to help me get you up these stairs and into something else. But don’t worry, I didn’t let him take advantage of you.” She laughed much more at that, knowing that that poor sap worried too much about not only what chicks wanted his bod, but what guys wanted his bod, too. When Jason went back to looking smug and lewd at her, she finished with, “You couldn’t have been comfortable in your jeans. Dude, I just changed you into something you could sleep in.” Satisfied with her answer, but trying to look like he thought otherwise, Jason nodded at her and leaned down on the counter. “So, where did you sleep?” he asked, genuinely curious. He remembered falling asleep in her arms and her holding him comfortingly at first. But surely, she left him at some point. After he asked that, he saw T.J. stiffen a little and then smile slightly. “Um…out on the couch,” she lied. But her lie was transparent because even Jason, still a little groggy from sleep, caught it. “Oh yeah, right. You didn’t sleep on the couch. Oh you’re such a liar-head!” he teased and poked her side again. She jumped again and looked a little worried. Then she tried to smile and when she did so, she blushed. This was something that Jason didn’t miss. The tint of rose rising to her cheeks there in the sunlight, her long chestnut hair cascading down over her shoulders in a mane of what could pass for pure silk…oh man, this wasn’t easy to just play it cool to. “Alright, you got me. I slept right next to you in bed,” she answered honestly. Then she went into defensive mode. “Well, why should I have slept on that lumpy bastard you call your sofa? Your bed was way more comfortable and after all the shit I’ve put up with from you, I deserved a decent night’s sleep!” She turned then to look at him more straight on and he was just smiling, infuriatingly smiling at her He stood up straight long enough to shrug his shoulders at her. Gemini "Hi sweetie!" Margie lifted onto her toes for a peck on the lips before breezing past me with an armload of groceries. I scratched my head and peered up and down the street before closing the door and trailing barefoot after her. "Thought I'd make you something healthy tonight." The brown paper bag was half empty and water was drumming the stainless steel sink by the time I twirled a chair and straddled the seat. I folded my arms on the back and studied her familiar form while she worked. Her hands were a blur, washing produce and pulling pots from the rack overhead. She half-turned and batted two of the palest blue eyes I'd ever seen. "I know how you eat when left to your own devices." She balanced on one leg at a time as she lifted her heels toward her bottom. I'd always enjoyed the maneuver. Her shoulder blades pinched together and boobs pushed upward as she reached back to slip off the straps of her sandals and flick them aside. "Soooo... you're cooking dinner for me." This would be interesting. "You catch on fast, Brett." She made a racket pulling a skillet from a cabinet beneath the counter. I lifted my chin toward the window and saw my girlfriend's Beetle convertible in the driveway. I smiled and shook my head. "Baby, this is such a surprise." I stood and swung a leg over the chair. "I thought you'd be stuck on that project for another week." "Yeah, well... lucky break. The boss was called to headquarters today." She was chopping vegetables with precision and velocity, the likes of which I'd never seen. The last golden rays of the day strafed the room and lit up the little red tank dress that always drove me crazy. I pulled open the fridge with my gaze locked on the sight. The sheer fabric clung to her narrow waist and flared over her precocious ass. My fingers sunk into a week-old container of Szechuan shrimp before emerging with two longnecks. I cracked the beers and took a long pull before deciding to move in behind her. Margie stiffened when I slid a hand over her belly and held a bottle to her lips. Her hands became still when I raised the bottom and she swallowed a mouthful of the cold liquid. I felt a familiar stir inside my jeans as our bodies molded together. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I tilted the bottle again. "Well, I've been feeling verrry neglected." I put down the beer and closed my hands over hers. She shuddered against my chest as we lifted the knife together and cut into a tomato. Margie offered no resistance. In fact, she hardly breathed. I lowered my mouth to her ear as the blade sectioned the ripe, red flesh. "But those filthy emails you've been sending... my God." She lifted her head. "Emails." "It's too late to play innocent." I released her hands and gathered her long brown waves, hooking the thick tangle in front of one shoulder. "Do you really think I'd forget the things you said you'd do to me?" "Do?" A black tattoo emerged from Margie's collar near the base of her neck. It was a curved Roman II with a vine woven through it. Gemini. I'd seen only one other like it. Margie's hands gripped the edge of the counter when I lowered her zipper to the small of her back and kissed the ancient symbol. "Mmmm... you smell so good, baby." I crossed my arms, grabbed the hem of my tee shirt, and pulled it over my head. "I missed this." "Brett." I spread my palms across the bare skin of her shoulders and slid them inside the straps of her dress. They slid down her arms, peeling the skimpy garment past her ribs and over her buttocks. I tasted her exposed neck while my hands roamed over her body, finding turgid nipples straining against the flimsiest of bras. "Unngh... no, please." Margie collapsed against me as my fingers drifted over her belly and traced the groove in her delicate lace. "Brett, I have to tell you something." "Mmm-hmm." My cock was trapped and screaming for release. I ground the long, sideways lump into the small of her back. "Ohhhhh..." Her hands reached back, groping for my buttocks when my fingers slipped inside her panties. Margie's breathing became deep and ragged as I massaged her folds and rolled a fat nipple between my fingers. Wet, smacking sounds and moist fingertips told me all I needed to know. Her body was writhing. Margie grabbed my wrist and swore when I pressed my thumb onto her slippery clit and began to move in a steady, circular motion. Her desire was contagious. The head of my cock burned against the rough denim as my shaft continued to push and expand. I had merely wanted to have some fun at her expense; to teach her a lesson. That was then. "STOP!" She pulled my hand away and spun around, facing me in wrecked underwear. Her chest was heaving. "Buh- before this gets... please, there's something you should know." "Uh-huh?" I pulled apart the snap on the faded Levis that hung on my hips and lowered the zipper. "Brett, don't." Her eyes fell to my abdomen and the thicket of dark hair inside my open fly. "Oh. Sorry, Margie. " I felt my nipples harden and pulse leap as I pushed the jeans past my buttocks and pulled them off. My stiff cock swayed in front of me, warm and tingling under her gaze. I shrugged with a smile. "No underwear." "WAIT!" Electric blue irises speared my eyes. Her full eyebrows knitted together and her face turned crimson. "You know?" she half-whispered. "That you're not Jess? Yeah." I twisted the catch between her cups and slipped the straps off her shoulders. "I'm gonna need you naked now." "B-but we're iden-" "Identical. Yeah." I hooked a finger inside the elastic of her underwear and peeked at the light brown cloud inside. "We'll see about that." I clamped the back of her neck and guided her to the wooden, farm-style table. She wore an expression of disbelief even as she planted her hands on the thick pine surface and spread her legs. She arched her back and moaned when my rough hands caressed her satiny skin. They followed the sleek lines of her shoulders and back before slipping around her ribs to explore her creamy tummy and breasts. My leaking cock left clear, shiny smudges on her lower back as I scissored erect nipples between my fingers. "I still don't... how?" she panted. "I don't know, there's something different about you. I just knew." I placed my mouth to her ear. "And your sister can't even boil water." I kissed my way down Margie's spine and crouched to peel her panties from the muscled globes that could have been Jess's. Goose bumps covered her flesh and tiny blonde hairs stood at attention as she stepped out of the damp bikini. I separated her cheeks, taking in the earthy smell of her sex. I couldn't resist. My tongue washed her pussy and anus with long, wet laps, loving the familiar savory-sweetness of her essence. I stood and placed a hand between her shoulder blades. Margie stretched across the table, draping a knee over one corner. I gripped the base of my cock, watching veins bulge as the broad head slid between the slick, dark lips of my girlfriend's sister. "What are you really doing here, Margie?" She turned her face to one side. "We... we just thought it would be fun to mess with you." I probed her opening with the engorged head of my penis, sensing the tight fit. We both groaned when the ridge squeezed through, and my shaft expanded her walls. I drew back, half my length shimmering with her liquid sex. "Mmmmmgh, please... " She pushed her knee over the table, toward her head. "Fuck me like you fuck Jess." Margie filled her lungs with a hiss and threw back her head as I impaled her to the core with a thrust of my pelvis. Twisting a pile of hair in my fist and bracing a hand on her ass, I plowed again and again through the resistance and heat of her cunt. My dick seemed to thicken and grow as she clawed at the wood surface. "You wanna fuck like Jess?" My forefinger lathered Margie's anus with her own secretions and slid inside the slick knot. Her answer was unintelligible. Violent shudders rolled through Margie's body in waves, her toes curling in the air, as I filled her vagina with my rigid meat. Strong contractions gripped my cock as we rode her familiar, silent orgasm together. Moments later, Margie was in my arms, pushing open the bedroom door with her foot. "Jess said she'd surprise you at seven. That's only fifteen minutes from now," she said. One arm slung around my neck, she stroked the sticky shaft that stood in the air. "What are we gonna do?" "She told me you two share everything." I kissed her on the lips. "She can watch while she waits her turn." Gemini Strike Vol. 01 This story was commissioned and generously shared with all of you by Alfie. Show your love and thanks in the comments for him. All characters are 18 or older. Synopsis: Alfie Quinn is the spoiled, femmy young heir to an intergalactic corporation who is used to the finer things (or at least most expensive things) in life. However, when his father disappears in a politically turbulent sector of space, Alfie finds himself alone, separated from his family and any hope of help from the authorities. For the first time ever, Alfie will have to take matters into his own hands as he attempts to find his missing father himself. ========== Chapter 01 The Gemini Gardens district of Silver City Outpost was home to the quadrant's most elite and wealthy families. Here deals were made here every day; deals that moved trade goods from sector to sector, deals that got people elected to the Interstellar Commerce Union, and deals that bought and sold entire planets in a single transaction. Here the rich lived in their gleaming silver towers, some of which reached well beyond the clouds, leaving behind the poverty of the metro sprawl out of sight below. In the penthouse of one of these towers was the Quinn residence, the Quinn family fortune was older than space travel itself, having originated from the old British Empire hundreds of years ago, and it existed today in the form of a massive mining and manufacturing corporation that held contracts and claims across dozens of star systems. The heir to this empire, was 22 year old Alfie Quinn, a tall, pale young man with long, almost perfectly straight black hair that ran down to the middle of his back while showing off teased bangs in the front. He was petite, there was no other way to describe the slight, hairless sender frame, he was mistaken frequently for a female, something that enraged him and gave him a bit of a chip on his shoulder. He wanted to be taken seriously, but because of his feminine looks and the fact that he was spoiled brat made this very difficult. Interacting with people was always hard; he would throw a fit if he didn't get his way, even now in his twenties he was like a petulant child from time to time. He had all the finest toys, be it top of the line speeders, the newest interactive holograms or other devices, currently he was playing with what had to be one of his most favorite possessions, Aria. Aria or A.R.I.A. (Advanced Reconnaissance Intelligence Automaton) was a very advanced virtual intelligence housed in a synthetic body, originally designed to function as a science support officer on deep space missions, Alfie had fully customized Aria with a number of third party and black market mods and programs to serve as his personal administrator, pilot, bodyguard and lover. Even now, Alfie found himself in his grandly appointed penthouse, sprawled out on the finest Citillian Silk sheets (the special silk used to craft them takes nearly a decade to harvest, making them an extremely rare luxury commodity.) Aria was kneeling on the dark purple sheets at the center of the massive bed, nude, as was Alfie who lay beside Aria, his arms around her waist as he pressed his face in between her firm F-Cup breasts and suckled ravenously at her rose-colored nipples. She had been well engineered, a tall, slender body with no hint of fat (not that she could grow fat as she didn't eat, but anything was possible with a mod kit) and though she was slender, her body was well toned, showing hints of muscle everywhere. All of this was of course cosmetic, the synthetic was stronger, faster and in a computational sense smarter than their human counterparts. Her skin was pale much like Alfie's, which gave a sharp contrast to her icy blue eyes. She had lovely high cheekbones and plump lips that were painted a delectable dark ruby red and her beautiful face was framed by her flowing locks of raven hair. To the casual observer she would appear as if she were Alfie's mother, her dark hair, pale skin and build made her look like they could very well be related, and Alfie did have a strange, almost incestuous relationship with the gynoid, but she spoke with a very regal accent reminiscent of old England, a custom mod whipped up by Alfie in his free time. Though she served many functions, she was more or less a sexual plaything for Alfie, as well as something of a nanny. "Does that feel good Master Alfie?" Aria cooed. Alfie was slurping loudly at Aria's fat F-Cups, his tongue running quick circles around and around her nipple as he wiggled and withered around. Her hand, tipped with long, black-painted fingernails was wrapped around Alfie's slender, hairless cock, and slowly stroking him. She stroked him from base to tip, her hand twisting at the height of each stroke to give his sensitive glans the maximum amount of stimulation. Her skin was incredibly soft and supple despite being a mild form of molecularly constructed body armor. "Ahh!" Alfie let the moan escape as he gasp for breath, quickly catching the nipple of Aria's nice, fat breast in his mouth as he resumed sucking. The hand moved ceaselessly, her rhythm unbroken as she applied the perfect amount of pleasure to stimulate him. Alfie had had sex with plenty of women in the brothels of the pleasure district, and they were only just 'ok.' Aria on the other hand was the perfect lover, able to sense his needs and gauge his arousal on a biological level, she was able to pick from thousands of options in her programming to initiate sex with her young Master and get him off as fast and hard as possible. "It feels good mommy!" Alfie groaned, Aria's plush breasts pressed into his face as she cradled his head with one arm, practically nursing him with her massive mammaries as her hand dutifully pumped her young Master's cock. Aria could sense the increase in her Master's pulse, the extra blood flow made his cock swell and become more sensitive as he approached orgasm, in response to this, Aria increased the tempo of her strokes, her soft hand gliding faster and faster as she squeezed a bit harder during the twist, adding all the more pressure to Alfie's sensitive glans. "That's right Master Alfie, suck on Mommy's tit." Aria ordered rather coolly, the fingers of her right hand gently lacing through Alfie's raven colored hair as she tenderly rubbed his scalp, keeping his mouth pressed to erect nipple. "Then I want you to give me your spunk!" The dirty talk pulled a ragged whine of pleasure from Alfie's mouth, a whine that was promptly silenced when Aria pushed her young master's face into her breast. The gynoid could sense that her Master was close; she twisted her hand faster and faster around the tip of his cock, her expression cool and passive as she stared down at him. "That's it Master Alfie, give us your spunk! Come on, spunk for me!" The synthetic demanded, hand moving rapidly up and down her Master's hairless prick. "Oh Mommy!" Aflie cried out, tossing his back as his hips jerked upwards. He was practically thrusting into Aria's hand as he began to cum, the synthetic angling his cock to point up at him just as he unleashed the first torrent of cum. "That's it, spunk for me!" Aria hissed, pumping her young Master's cock, the thick streams of cum erupting from his cock to spray all over his flat, hairless stomach and chest, again and again as the gynoid pumped him; the boy withering around and groaning from the incredible pleasure of the experience. By the time Aria had ceased moving her hand Alfie was already expertly milked dry. The contents of his tight, heavy balls were now drained, and completely covering his chest and stomach. Thick ropes of hot, white sperm covered Alfie, making his chest and belly glisten, a fair amount of it pooling in his belly button as Aria idly smeared it around, coating her Master as she knew he enjoyed being covered with the sticky fluid. Alfie was silent, aside from his rapid breathing as he lay there in Aria's lap, his face nestled in her moist cleavage as he panted for breath. "That was wonderful Aria, thank you." Alfie said, mouth lazily sucking at Aria's stiff nipple for a few more moments before he carefully rolled off of her and onto his back on the deliciously cool sheets. Without being instructed, Aria rose from the bed and padded silently into the bathroom, emerging moments later with a thick white towel that had been wetted and rung out, a bit of steam still wafting from it as she crossed the room to the bed and carefully began wiping her Master's chest and stomach clean. As she did this, there was a chirping noise from long, slender device, about the size of a men's hair comb that was sitting on the crystal nightstand. Alfie leaned over and grabbed it, hitting a blinking red button before his face lit up. "Father!" Alfie exclaimed, large square projected from the device, showing the face of Alfie's father, Grant Quinn. Though he was lying down, Alfie stiffened a bit, as if he were trying to stand up a bit taller. His father was a very powerful man, and despite his best efforts, Alfie often found himself falling into the great shadow the man cast behind him. "Hello Alfie, enjoying your morning?" Grant smiled. He looked completely different from Alfie, his father was an aging but still very handsome man, his black hair receding slightly and flecked with grey at the sides. "I was just playing a game with Aria." Alfie said, knowing his father couldn't see the gynoid who was currently leaning over Alfie, her head bent low to noisily suck the sperm out of his bellybutton. "Listen, I need you to come out to docking bay 92 at the company's dock, it's very important. See you soon." Alfie opened his mouth to protest but his father had already disconnected. He had just had a wonderful orgasm at the hands of Aria and was looking forward to sleeping like a cat for the next several hours, but now he would actually have to get out of bed and do something for a change. By the time Alfie looked up, Aria was already dressed, her legs clad in thigh high black rubber leggings with matching heels, her body was covered by a rubber lycra that had no sleeves and was cut very high at the bottom. In the back it resembled a g-string, the black material vanishing in the plush expanse of pale flesh. The lycra had a high collar on it however, and over the elegantly slutty rubber, Aria wore a simple short pleated skirt that rode low below the hips, showing off the flesh the lycra didn't cover. To complete the outfit was a simple black half-jacket with short sleeves; the outfit was simple, and one of Master Alfie's favorite, which is why she wore now as she laid out clothing for him. "We have 30 minutes to depart Master Alfie, due to late afternoon congestion it is ideal to take a company coach to the docks, taking the hyper tram would be unadvisable." Aria said. She had laid out a simple black cloth outfit that consisted of pants and a jacket, and a white silk shirt with a thick, high collar that would ride up the neck, as was the fashion at the moment. Resigned, Alfie rose from the bed and began getting dressed, by the time he had pulled on his mirror-polished knee-high boots, Aria had returned with a small tray supporting a cup of flowery, fragrant fruity tea that was still steaming hot "Here you are, Master." Aria said coolly, standing patiently with the tray balanced perfectly on her left hand. Alfie plucked the cup of tea and sipped at it as he walked, Aria trailing behind him and slightly off to the left, ever at the ready to anticipate and address her Master's needs. Moments later they were exiting the lift and into the transportation center beneath the apartments to catch their private coach, one that could bypass normal air traffic and take them directly to the company's dock in orbit above the planet. With an irritated sigh of resignation, Alfie climbed into the shuttle, followed by Aria before the doors came down and sealed with a sharp hiss as the cabin was sealed. The pair remained more or less silent during the trip, save for Alfie who occasionally grunted or sighed, constantly expressing his displeasure with being drug out of his penthouse like this, not to mention the shuttle - it was for commoners, workmen. It was smelly and dirty and the seats were uncomfortable, he made a note to have Aria burn his suit after they returned home, he wouldn't want to wear it ever again after it had been so soiled. The trip took a few minutes, Alfie watched as the expanse of thick white clouds and bright blue sky slowly faded into darker shades of color as they entered the upper atmosphere and then finally entered space itself, the blue sky being replaced by an expanse of twinkling darkness. There were streams of ships and shuttled pouring back and forth between orbiting facilities and the planet below, from a distance it looked like a an illuminated ant colony, with all the activity and small, lit up specks scurrying back and forth. They arrived at the company docks, Aria now led the way, shepherding her Master towards the docking bay as the plans and layout of the facility were in her databank. The facility was brightly lit with miles of white pristine corridors that clashed with the exposed metal and framework of the actual facility. As much as they tried to make it look as fancy as their other corporate offices, the fact of the matter was, it was still a docking platform and space dock - it served a far more utilitarian purpose than simply looking pretty for the rich corporate types. Small coaches such as the one Alfie arrived in streamed in and out of the station, taxiing their occupants to their destination, moving alongside massive ships that had been serviced in dry dock and headed back out to be filled with ore. The great ships were so huge that they made the coaches and shuttles look like tiny illuminated specs by comparison. "Urgh how much longer?!" Alfie growled impatiently as he trailed behind Aria. "Almost there, Master Alfie." Was Aria's patient reply. They found the polished, practically glowing white doors with a big gunmetal gray '92' stamped across it and approached, as they drew nearer, the doors swiped open with a slight hiss automatically, admitting them into the massive docking bay. Metal deck plating stretched out far in front of them, and to the sides, the ceiling sitting several stories overhead and dotted with hundreds of light strips which illuminated the massive, open space. At the far end of the dock was a rectangular opening covered by a bright yellow energy screen, the only thing separating the docking bay from the vacuum of space beyond. Alfie spotted a small gathering of people around a long, rectangular transport ship and seen his father who waved him over. His father was chatting with company representatives as crew of the company transport moved cargo onto the vessel with hover jacks. Alfie looked around quite irritated, but remained silent, he knew better than to interrupt his father, especially when business matters were at hand. "Ahh son, I didn't see you come in." Grant said, waving his son over. What else is new? Alfie thought, though he didn't say it out loud. "Hello Father." Alfie said simply, Aria resuming her servant's place just behind Alfie as she watched the proceedings in silence. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed one or two of the executives eying him with an amused smirk. He made a note of it, one day when the company was finally his, he would do his upmost to not only have them removed, but to destroy as much of their assets as possible for their insolence. "Alfie, I'm being called away to the rim world operations to settle a dispute." Grant began. Alfie perked a brow, confused. "What, why? Why do you have to leave, why not send an arbitrator or something?" "Well, the board feels that it would be a good gesture to send one of the ranking executives out there to oversee things and get the operation running again." "That's dumb." Alfie said, groaning. "Anyways I will be gone for several weeks, I am afraid I am going to miss your birthday so I wanted to give you your present early." That stung Alfie, almost like a slap to the face. This wouldn't be the first time his father missed his birthday, or graduation, or any other hallmark, sure his father loved him, but he was never there, work was always first, even though he literally didn't need to work as he employed hundreds of thousands of people, many of whom could run the company as a board while he was an absentee chair. "Oh..." He did his best to hide his disappointment but was clearly crestfallen. Grant merely smiled, draping an arm around his son's shoulder as he lead him away from the transport and off in the direction of the distant docking screen. "Well I figured you would need something to occupy your time, so I arranged for something really special for your twenty third birthday." Grant tapped the imbedded communication device on his lapel and moments later a very large, sleek military ship hovered into view outside of the yellow screen and slowly made its way into the docking bay. The ship was huge, around a hundred or so meters in length with a compact body and flared, v-shaped wings towards the rear near the bright orange quad thrusters which in their own right was massive. It was a fast attack corvette, and the sight of it almost made Alfie shit himself out of pure terror. No, no, no. Please don't, no! Alfie screamed internally. Did he sign me up for the Royal Navy, am I being forced into service?! The color drained from Alfie's face as he stared up at the military craft, he swayed slightly, feeling like he would faint and felt Aria's firm hand his shoulder to steady him as he gaped at his father. "Ha! I knew you would like it, this here is the Gemini Strike, and she's your birthday present!" Grant slapped his son hard on the back and the blood rushed to Alfie's head as he tried to process what was going on. "B-but this is a military ship!" Alfie said, gaping up at the sleek starship that had set down on its massive struts on the docking bay floor. "Ah, well sorta. It was assembled by the military but then customized for private use. The thrusters are corvette grade and you have a powerful aftermarket shield, but no weapons. I suppose you have more to fear from crashing it into something than from accidently blowing something up." Grant chuckled. "But then again, with those shields up, you don't have much to worry about a crash." Alfie gaped, his terror of the prospect of being sent off to the royal navy diminished and he eventually perked a brow, turning to glance at his father. "But, why? Why give me this ship, what am I supposed to do with it?" Alfie asked, genuinely confused. "I don't know, sell it to a collector and make a profit, gut the interior and turn it into a flying night club. There are a million possibilities, I want you to take this ship and do whatever you want with it, there is endless potential, call it a test if you would. You want to run my Empire someday? Then take this ship and do something to impress me with it." Grant added, the last part sounding rather stern. His father rarely paid attention to him, but when the man did, he was predisposed to treating Alfie like he wasn't quite good enough to step into his father's shoes, all the while without projecting just what his expectations were. "Yes Sir." Was Alfie's simple reply as he titled his head up, taking in the sight of the very large ship he was now entrusted with. "Here you are, this data tablet has the registration and command codes for the ship. I'll expect some sort of progress report or business plan from you with your intentions for it when I return. Good luck." Grant said, and turned, walking away towards his transport before his son could have the chance to say anything further on the matter. Gemini Strike Vol. 01 Aria was holding the small, square tablet and was rapidly tapping on the transparent display as she downloaded the data it contained. "This is a very powerful ship Master Alfie, even without weapons the ship could outrun practically any threat, and the shields are also incredibly powerful and not certified for civilian use." Alfie said nothing, staring silently up at the ship as the transport some distance behind him hissed and slowly rose from its struts before slowly lurching forward through the docking screen and out into space. Once the ship had departed, Alfie sighed, his shoulders sinking as he marched towards the massive ship and near one of the extended loading ramps. It took several minutes for him to get to the bridge and he would be lost completely if it were not for Aria guiding them with the schematics she had downloaded. They passed several of the skeleton crew before going through the lift to the empty bridge. Alfie couldn't help but admire the way it was designed, a Captain's chair and console in the center of the room with three forward-facing consoles for operations and helm and navigation, and another command console and crash seats on either side of the Captain's chair, all stations facing towards the angular armor glass with an outward view. "How many people are onboard?" Alfie asked, slowly sinking down into the Captain's chair. It was much, much firmer than he had expected. "Twenty temporary crew to provide basic ship wide functions. Optimal crew is two-eighty, though it can function with a minimal crew of ten..." "Can you fly this ship with just the two of us?" Alfie asked, cutting off Aria as she rattled off data about the ship. There was a pause for a moment and then Aria nodded. "Under normal circumstances I can operate this ship. Not accounting for any environmental dangers, unexpected maintenance, combat situations-" "Alright then." Alfie said, looking down at the control console in front of him, he found the ship wide comm system and flipped it to broadcast. "You are all dismissed. You may keep whatever fee you were contracted for your services and leave, the company will provide you shuttles to go wherever you want, free of charge. You have ten minutes to get off my ship." Alfie sighed heavily and leaned forward, putting his head in hands for a moment as he rubbed his sore temples. He had plans this weekend; he was going to have fun. But now his dad bails, as usual and leaves him with this stupid fucking ship to top it all off. "Fuck." Alfie grumbled as he pushed himself out of the command chair and walked over to one of the wall terminals. He angrily tapped a few buttons and brought up the schematics for the layout of the ship and began scrolling through them. He suddenly felt Aria's warm body pressing to him from behind, her fat, meaty breasts pressing against his back through the warm latex as her hands moved around, slowly pushing up under his shirt to gently caress his stomach as she gently nipped at his ear. "Master Alfie." She purred, her tone incredibly soft with a hint of neediness. She had sensed his elevated stress levels and was responding accordingly. "I think I would like some warm milk." She said, her warm fingers sliding down her Master's smooth, hairless stomach to dip down into his pants. She quickly found his cock, slowly rubbing warmth into it and bringing him to full hardness in a matter of moments as she gently sucked on his neck, just below the right ear. Alfie didn't respond, but moaned loudly, tilting his head as he leaned slightly forward, placing his hands on the console as Aria enthusiastically tugged on him. The synth slowly sunk down to her knees, dragging her breasts down Alfie's back in the process as she tugged his pants down around his thighs, exposing his smooth, pale ass as she licked her plush, dark red lips. Without instruction, Aria promptly buried her face in her master's plush, pale ass, her very long, very hot, slippery tongue snaking out of her mouth to lap very eagerly at his bright pink little hole. Alfie let out a whine of pleasure immediately as he grasped the edges of the console, feeling the synth's hands reach around, one tenderly massaging his hot, heavy balls as the other hand gripped his shaft and slowly pumped it with an agonizing slowness. Her tongue wasn't freakishly long, but it had been fashioned to be a few inches above the normal length and thus Aria found it incredibly easy to push the extra few inches right up her master's little love hole. Aflie whined and groaned almost constantly as the kneeling Aria drove her tongue up into him over and over again, her hands rhythmically caressing his balls and slowly pumping his shaft in perfect synchronicity. Once his hole was properly relaxed and lubricated, Aria slowly moved her hand away from Alfie's cock, gently rubbing the bottom side of his cock as she moved down to his perineum, firming rubbing it for a moment before she brought the freehand up to her mouth and slowly licked her index finger before sliding it up her master's ass. Groaning almost non-stop, Alfie eagerly pushed his ass backwards, savoring the feeling of the warm digit twisting slowly back and forth inside of his ass as the synth continued gripping his balls, very slowly increasing the tightness of her grip as she gently rolled them around in her hand. There was not much for Alfie to do, other than lean against the console and enjoy it, Aria was perfectly programmed to service his needs, and she always did it with such enthusiasm. Aria slid her finger out to the middle knuckle and then pushed the tip of her finger inside of her master's slippery opening, now rapidly pushing and twisting two fingers inside of him, probing his pink depths with the right amount of firmness as she vigorously rubbed her master's increasingly tight balls. "Yes! Yes!" Alfie groaned, his grip on the console going white-knuckled as he pushed his soft ass backwards against the probing fingers. Alfie had never had anything much more than fingers or Aria's tongue inside of his ass, but the intense ass play was not only common but one of his more favorite tasks that Aria performed for him. Aria made bunny ears with her two fingers, pulling them back very slowly and spreading open her master's pink, dripping hole before she finally added her ring finger, shoving all three inside of him at once. The sensation of being slowly stretched made Alfie's toes curl and he let out a very feminine whine as Aria curled her fingers downwards, pushing firmly against his prostate. Alfie's knees shook and buckled as he leaned hard against the console, the tips of toes curling tightly inside of his shoes as he moaned very loudly, wiggling around as Aria twisted the tips of her fingers slowly back and forth, grinding down hard on her master's prostate. Alfie's eyes rolled up and Aria released her grip on her master's balls, her hand moving up to cover the tip of his cock as he let out a silent groan, practically convulsing as he came so hard he nearly blacked out. Very thick jets of snow-white cum erupted from the tip of Alfie's cock, spraying again and again into Aria's hand as the fingers of her other hand continued to grind into his prostate, making Alfie whine like a little bitch in heat. After a few moments, Aria suddenly, forcefully withdrew her fingers and Alfie slumped hard into the console, panting hard for breath as his body shook, the hot tingling of the explosive orgasm still reverberating through every nook and cranny of his petite young body. When he weakly slumped to his knees, still panting, he found himself lying back in Aria's arms, the gynoid holding up her sticky hand, showing the cum pooled in her palm to her master. "Would you like some hot milk, Master?" She asked, offering her hand. Alfie nodded weakly and parted his lips as Aria tilted her hand, letting the thick, copious little pool of cum roll off her palm and into her young master's mouth. Alfie greedily swallowed the hot load, his tongue feebly darting out to lick the sticky mess from Aria's fingers before he half turned, wrapping his arms tightly around Aria as he nuzzled his face against her breasts. "I love you..." He said weakly. "I know." Was her reply. Chapter 02 Rock 'n' Roll echoed off of the walls and through the corridors of the interior of the small repair shop. It was dirty and grimy; the byproduct of industrial manufacturing that took place in the small bay. The scent of industrial lubricant and plasma cutters mingled in the air as a small figure, no more than five feet in height, struggled with fastening a power wrench onto the release bolt connecting a massive cannon to the arm of a hulking bipedal combat automaton. She made the most adorable grunts as she exerted herself, her tiny arm supporting the huge, heavy tool as she tried to line up the connection. Her concentration however, was broken when the speakers pouring in music were abruptly cut off, the twangy steel strings replaced by a blaring proximity alarm. Irritated, the woman popped up her safety visor, revealing a pale, freckled face and a head framed by two tightly braided blonde pig tails. Her blue eyes narrowed in irritation as she hit a button on her wrist computer, a hologram of a sleek, red military craft was projected in front of her and her eyes sprung wide open. "Holy shit! It's the cops!" The tiny mech mechanic jumped out from under the droid and ran over to the wall hitting a concealed button which slowly lowered the behemoth down into a concealed hold beneath the deck plating as she scrambled around the shop, scooping up data chips and weapon mods by the armful. "Spike those droid brains, destroy the data cores!!" She snapped, her helper droids rushing about in a panic as they tried to destroy as much of the illegal items in the shop as possible. But then again, illegal mods made up about ninety percent of it... "Mistress Yuri, the ship has a civilian signature!" One of the droids chirped. This made Yuri's eyes go huge as she realized that the ship might not be a military craft after all. But it was still a military ship, with a civilian transponder... "FUCK! IT'S THE YAKUZA!! Everyone get guns!!" The droids dropped the items they were carrying and whirled about, a couple crashing into each other. Some were bipedal while a few operated on a rotating sphere or a trio of a wheels, regardless of locomotion, they were all running around like chickens with their heads cut off at the moment. By the time the sizable craft had docked, Yuri had positioned herself behind some large metal shipping cubes that were filled with tungsten ingots, it would protect her from any conventional weapons fire. She shouldered a massive rife which magnetically attached itself to the top of the crate for stabilization as her half a dozen or so droid helpers rallied behind her. One of the loading ramps slowly extended from the corvette and moments later a very feminine looking man who could easily be mistaken for a girl with cropped hair came down the ramp, a busty woman in a skin-tight black compression flight suit trailing just behind him. "Yuri are you busy..." He began, but seeing the half destroyed shop and molten piles of slag that were once droids and mod chips, he got the distinct impression that some battle had just been fought in the small workshop. "What the fuck happened here?!" * * * A few minutes later, Alfie found himself seated on a stool on one side of a huge wooden shipping cube that served as a table with Yuri sitting quietly on a stool across from him as one of her droids served them tea in surprisingly very nice looking white china with a hand painted floral pattern on them. Alfie thumbed through a data tablet containing a complete inventory of everything that had been destroyed and the price he was expected to pay to replace them. "I'll reimburse you for the damaged droids... and the mod chips... and the data cores... and the, wait, ten thousand credits for an 'asshole tax?!" Aflie grumbled. It was a huge sum of money, but one he could very easily pay a thousand times over, he just felt embarrassed over the whole situation and just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. "Well then." Yuri began, her voice sounding not only very calm and level, but a touch regal. "I am glad to see we are in agreement. I will have Mister Pinchy Hands process your payment from the usual account." She said, taking a careful sip from her teacup which she gripped with her pinky sticking out, like a lady. A bipedal utility droid with hands that looked like clamps approached Aflie, taking tablet from him before marching out of the room. "Seriously though, who freaks out like that?" Alfie asked, irritated. "The real question is, who goes around joyriding in a military fast-attack craft? I thought you were the Yakuza here to wipe out the competition." "Oh come on! You can't be serious." Yuri narrowed her eyes. "I almost put a sixty-millimeter slug through your chest." Alife's eyes went wide when he realized she was serious, but Yuri said nothing else on the matter, slowly sipping her tea in the same quiet, dignified manner as before. "So Mister Quinn, how may I help you today?" "I need you to outfit my ship with mechanics and automated crew." "How many crew do you have now?" Yuri asked, pulling a narrow, but long rectangular data tablet from her coveralls which she used to scan through her inventory. "Two." Aflie said. "One." Aria corrected. "Yeah, I guess she does everything." Aflie concurred. "Argh, I asked you what you needed, I didn't say a miracle was on the fucking table. Argh. You burn my ass Aflie Quinn, you know that?!" Alfie's expression changed for a moment as he seen an opening, and took it. "Are you saying you can't handle it?" Asked Alfie, innocuously. "The fuck'd you say?" Yuri hissed, her eyes narrowing at the threat of his challenge as she glared at him. "I mean I could go somewhere else if this is too much, I mean really, it is a big order, I guess you can't handle something on this scale..." Aflie moved as if he was going to stand and leave but Yuri growled at him. "I need thirty-six hours, minimum, it will cost you twenty thousand a head and a marginal asshole tax for questioning my brilliance, in my own shop no less." "Deal." Alfie said, extending his hand to Yuri who gripped it with her considerably smaller hand, squeezing his so hard that he nearly yelped from the crushing pain. "Deal." Agreed Yuri. They made an odd pair, Alfie wouldn't consider Yuri a friend, but he had been buying his less-than-legal hardware and software from the woman for years, she was as eccentric as she was brilliant and despite how busy she always was, she managed to find the time to teach Alfie a thing or two about software and hardware alike. He could write his own basic programs and modify most things on his own due in no small part to the help that Yuri had given him. This was how he knew how to push her buttons. "Ahh it seems like just yesterday you were in here for the first time, just hit puberty and wanted to turn your poor synthetic substitute mom over there into your own personal sex droid." Yuri mused. Surprisingly, it was Aria, not Alfie, who blushed at the all too accurate account of their first meeting. "You make good stuff; I wouldn't buy from anyone else." Alfie said honestly, giving someone a rare, genuine compliment for a change. "So how did you get stuck with this penis substitute?" Yuri asked, glancing to her right and out into the bay at the huge military ship that dominated it. That caused Alfie to blush for a moment, his ears turning red with anger that he tried his best to push back down. "My father. This is his way of saying 'grow the fuck and be a man so you can be a big, strong business man like me and chop down combat cyborgs with your bare hands whilst dictating company policy.' Ugh, I fucking hate him sometimes. I don't even know what he expects me to do with this damn ship. I'll take some droids, crew it up, we'll fly around a bit and see if an idea comes, if not I will sell it and use the money to buy some small operation somewhere so I can say 'oooh look I'm a big strong business man!' to my fucking father. I don't know what he wants, I swear." "It's dangerous out there Aflie, I'll throw some extras into the package to keep you safe." Yuri said, tapping rapidly on the tablet with her right thumb, already issuing orders to her own mechanic droids to start assembling the parts she would need for the build. Alfie still found himself rather pissed off, despite venting to Yuri briefly; it had been a bad day. To say that he didn't appreciate being drug out of bed and to the corporate docks just to be talked down to would be a massive understatement. He loved his father, but the lack of respect always infuriated Alfie, making his ears blister with rage. "Fuck it. Take all the time you want. I am going topside to drink, I'll come back and sleep on the ship, it isn't going to be noisy it is?" Aflie asked, standing as the buttoned up the front of his black coat. "Ship like that, you could fire a rifle in one room and almost not hear it in the next, it won't be a problem." Yuri replied. Before he even stood, Alfie had paged for transport and moved to leave the small room adjacent to the bay as Aria fell into step just behind him. "No. Stay here!" Alfie snapped, his mood turning increasingly sour. "Help Yuri with the programing, you know everything about this ship and can facilitate the changeover." "Master, I would advise going topside alone, this is a certainly less-than-reputable port." Aria protested. "Fuck you too bitch." Yuri called out, not looking up from her tablet. "I'll be fine, if something happens I am wearing a beacon and you have a military craft bristling with atomic warheads." Alfie said, leaving the room. "Master, we don't have atomic warheads." Aria corrected. "Yeah, but they don't know that!" Alfie growled back as he exited the hangar. * * * Yuri's shop was one of many bays on a very large space station at the edge of the system, it wasn't far from Alfie's home and only took a few minutes at high speed to get there, but it was like a whole other world when compared to the not-too-distant planet dominated by silver spires that Alfie called home. Keeping with the incredibly wealthy image of the planet, there was a minimum amount of orbital stations and facilities allowed. Every planet had a massive flow of commerce as it was uncommon (but not completely unheard of) for Imperial worlds to be completely self-sufficient. As such, much of the activity in this sector was directed through a massive station at the edge of the system, this way the rich when they popped off planet in their velvet-lined yachts wouldn't have to be burdened by the eye sore of a hub serving any kind of non-esthetic function. This place was dirty, hot and it smelled. Millions of people flowed through it every cycle and onboard you could find everything from shops to small manufacturing bays like Yuri's. But more importantly to Alfie, he was heading to the shadier Blue Light District. The transport shuttle let him out in a bay nearby, and within minutes Alfie had walked out into the noisy sea of humanity, walking along rows of shops and hotels, until he turned into a dimly lit row of bars and shops that made up the Blue Light District. It was almost like a dark alleyway lined with bars lit by dark blue lights, the steady thump-thump-thump of synthetic music vibrating the walls. Alfie had never actually been there, but he heard stories about how you just went into the bars there and picked a girl, and she would do anything you paid her to do. He was pissed and wanted a drink, and then he would see what would happen... Gemini Strike Vol. 01 The bar was incredibly loud, the rhythmic music pulsed and every surface in the place, the bar, the booths, it was all white, but the only light seemed to be blue, radiating from everywhere and blurring everything, the pulsing music didn't help things either. The place had a couple dozen people scattered out, some were at the bar or in booths, and a couple were even around a small stage in one corner where a girl wearing white lingerie (that glowed blue on account of the lighting) danced around for the patron's amusement (and credits). Alfie approached the bar, the bartender was a man, but seemed rather unremarkable, other than the glowing white jumpsuit he wore and the unsettling matching eyes and smile. "What can I do for you sir?" The man asked, giving a mocking sort of curtsey after examining the way Alfie was dressed. "I want a drink, and some girls!" Alfie snapped, flashing his credit stick. "Ahh very good young master, very good. See the man in the back there, he'll admit you to the, ah, 'vip' area." The bartender snickered gesturing towards the back corner of the room. There was a very large man wearing a white glowing jumpsuit with a shiny, shaved head, he nodded when the bartender nodded to him from across the room, and when Alfie approached, the man stepped aside, gesturing to the portal he was guarding. "Booth Seven." The man said, his voice monotone as he handed Alfie a keycard. Alfie had no idea what the hell he was doing, but he nodded and entered the back rooms, walking through the dimly lit corridor along a row of black doors with numbers painted on them, numbers illuminated by small spotlights set into the wall. Finding booth seven, Alfie swiped the card and went inside, the door hissing shut behind him, which startled him and made him jump, as the room he was standing in was now silent, without a hint of the noise of the bar outside. It was a simple room, white and lit with the disorienting blue lights that dominated the rest of the place, but this room was a bit different. It was rectangular, and to his right was a small bathroom with a walk-in shower and toilet, at the end of the room was a large, plush couch that was set into the wall in a semi-circle and a dancing pole in the center. Alfie went to the back of the room and sat on the middle of the couch, he scooted back and half sunk into the over-sized cushions, the couch was so big that sitting all the way back, he found his feet couldn't even touch the ground. There was a small data tab on the arm of couch and he half crawled over to grab it before settling back down. The display lit up and as he toggled through it, he was greeted by a picture of a different girl on each screen as well as a list of stats; things like breast size, age, weight, race and most importantly, price. After what seemed like dozens of girls, Alfie paused on one, she was about average height, but would be a bit taller than Alfie; she had a smooth, pale body with wide hips and toned stomach and arms, and an incredibly large pair of breasts that almost put Aria's plush f-cups to shame. She was wearing a simple, barely-there swimsuit top, white, with a matching tiny skirt. Her hair was long, curly and blonde and her species was listed as 'Xeno.' Alfie was already stiff at the sight of her, so he hit the button to summon her, and scrolled through the next few girls, settling on a second girl, she too was clad in the same white outfit that served as a uniform, though this girl had a very small, petite build with smaller breasts and hips. Her body was tighter and her toned physique showed more muscle, he tapped the button for her too, seeing that she too was listed as 'Xeno' despite looking completely human to him. He was already imagining some fantasy about the mismatched pair being a mother-daughter team coming to serve him, or something like that, he hadn't really had the time to work out the particulars when the door hissed own, both women from the tab entering the room with the door sliding shut behind them. The younger of the two was holding a large silver tray balanced on her fingers like a waitress, and both were wearing a strange white harness that looked like a one piece swimsuit that was made out of a collection of strips of fabric pulled over the body. It was incredibly skimpy and reminded Alfie of a bondage harness. Both of the women had the same glowing hair and eyes he had seen out in the bar, but he knew it was them, they matched the profiles he had ordered from. "Well hello there daddy." Said the older, curvier woman as she swayed over to the couch, her younger companion in tow. "What can we do to please you?" She asked, slipping into the spot beside Alfie, her hand already dropping down to gently squeeze his inner thigh while the other girl set the tray on the arm of the couch and began shifting things around on it, though he couldn't tell what as her back was to him, blocking his view. "I want to have some fun." Alfie said very plainly, and the woman smiled a predatory smile. "Well we can do many things for you, it all depends on your preference, and um, budget." She said simply. It was a common tactic for whores to get more money from a mark, if Alfie felt insulted he would be more eager to throw his money around and show his wealth, but as it were, he was so stupidly rich he didn't care about the price. Either case made him a rube. "I want... everything." Alfie said, his hand reaching out to grab the massive right breast of the woman, giving it a nice squeeze before he slipped his credit stick into one of the straps of her skimpy top. The woman grinned and plucked the stick from her top, inserting it into the data tab before she submitted it to Alfie for his thumbprint authorization. Alfie pressed the button and the transaction cleared almost immediately, the woman smiled and handed the credit stick back to Alfie before she stood and smiled at her companion. "You heard the man Sildara, everything." She put an emphasis on the word everything and the girl went to work on the tray, though Alfie still couldn't see what she was doing. The loud, thumping music began to play inside the small room, it was loud but not overwhelming and the more mature of the two women slowly started dancing around the pole, doing a few slow circles around it to show off all of her goods to Alfie. In the back the little straps covered nothing of the woman's plush, toned ass, just a single strap riding up the middle like a thong, the same as the girl called Sildara who was busy mixing something in a glass tube on the silver tray. "If I wanted to see a dance, I would have stayed out there." Alfie said impatiently, and the woman smiled, shifting away from the pole to press something on the arm of the sofa. The poll slowly retracted into the ceiling while the floor raised, filling in the middle of the floor and turning the sofa into one giant, plush white, circular bed. "I'm sorry sir, here let me get you warmed up while Sildara works." She said, crawling cat-like over to him on hands and knees, giving him a spectacular view of her breasts before she reached him, her hands pushing across his chest as she pushed his coat off and then tugged at his shirt. "What's your name?" Alfie asked as the woman slowly trailed very wet, very warm kisses across his bare chest, leaving behind glistening smears of saliva in the wake of her plump lip's tender kisses. "My name is Silva, Sir." She purred the words more than saying them. The slight similarities in their name for some odd reason reinforced the fantasy he had cooked up in his head and he felt his balls tightening with excitement as the woman skillfully removed his pants, leaving him there nude as she crawled back up beside him, her mouth slowly latching onto his neck as she kissed him over and over again, her smooth, incredibly warm hand reaching down to gently caress his tight, heavy balls. "We're going to make you feel incredible." Silva whispered, her hands moving up to unclasp the collar of her outfit, letting the straps fall down around her waist as she rose up, letting her breasts spill down over Alfie's chest and stomach as she pushed her body rhythmically against his in tune with the music. Sildara turned towards them, holding a long glass tube that was a few inches wide and containing some clear liquid. She held up the tube and in the other hand she had a small pair of tongs holding a dark blue cube that looked like some type of solid gel. She dropped it into the tube and at once there was a reaction, the liquid rumbled into a violent boil and turned an almost black color as the tube filled with vibrant, glowing blue smoke that roiled out of the end of the open top. "What is that?" Alfie asked, half gasping as Silva nipped hard on his neck, her hand that had been fondling his balls dipping slightly lowered to where she teased the opening of his pink little hole with two fingers, slowly caressing the opening in a firm, circular motion that made Alfie almost whine in pleasure. "It's going to make you feel incredible while we fuck your brains out daddy." Silva giggled, her tongue lashing playfully at Alfie's earlobe as Sildara settled down beside him on her knees, bringing the tube up to her mouth to slowly suck in the luminescent smoke in through her mouth. "Exhale, empty out your lungs, and then breath through Sildara's mouth..." Silva instructed. Alfie was confused but did as he was told and just as he exhaled, Sildara leaned over him, pursing her lips as she blew the glowing smoke into his mouth. He coughed her for a moment, the smoke stinging the back of his throat, but before he could protest, the girl pushed her lips hard against his and exhaled into his mouth. Deprived of air, he had no choice but to suck in the breath being passed onto him, the smoke made his chest burn like fire, but Silva kept her massive breasts pressed against him, holding him down with her body and sharing an incredible amount of warm as the mixture took hold of him. He felt incredibly woozy and warm, his vision blurring slightly, Sildara looking like a blurry white and blue mass as she returned the tube to the tray and crawled back over to him. This time it was Sildara kissing at his neck, her hand grasping his and pushing it firmly to one of her soft, incredibly warm breasts as Sildara slowly kissed down his smooth, flat stomach, pausing to swirl her tongue around his belly button. Alfie had no idea what had been done to him, but now every sensation was amplified what felt like a million times, his sensitivity was off the charts, even feeling the breasts of the two women pressed against him was an incredibly sexual thing, he felt like he could cum right then and there just from them rubbing against him, much less penetrating them. "Do you like my breasts mister?" Sildara asked, peeling her top down as she pressed her heavy d-cups into Alfie's face, his mouth immediately clamping down on a smooth white-pink nipple as he began feverishly sucking. The whore giggled and cooed. "Enjoy them as much as you want mister." She said, leaning slightly over Alfie to smoother him with her breasts as one hand went up, gently pinching Alfie's nipple which made him cry out. His eyes went wide and as she very gently twisted her fingers back and forth, he felt incredible pleasure that he hadn't felt before, as if just having his nipples teased would be enough to send him over the edge. He let out a very feminine whine that was muffled by Sildara's tits, who leaned forward a bit more, keeping Alfie occupied with her chest as he felt something warm and wet pressing against his tight little ass. He knew it was a tongue, he was rimmed by Aria almost daily, only this time the sensation flew through his body and struck his brain like a lightning bolt, making his eyes cross as he cried out with pleasure. Silva giggled as she licked and lapped at Alfie's responsive, twitching love button and she was soon shoving the tip of her tongue inside of him which causing him to quiver and groan as Sildara held him down. "Does that feel good mister?" Sildara asked her finger tips sliding across Alfie's chest, leaving electric tingles in their wake before began to pinch and twist his other nipple. He nearly came from the sensations, but something was blocking it, every time he was close, he seemed to hit a wall and just couldn't climax. "She's amazing!" Alfie gasped in his stupor, feeling the whore very enthusiastically eating his pink little hole. "Well it's only polite to lick it before putting it in." Sildara said, moaning as Alfie stretched and tugged on her stiff nipple with his warm mouth. "P-put it in?" Alfie asked, the room seeming to swirl around him as the drugs kicked in for what seemed like a second time, he couldn't even hear the thumping music, it was as if were in a trance, but he looked down, seeing that Silva was fully nude and kneeling between his legs, one of his ankles gripped tightly in her hand as the other gripped a very long, very thick cock, that Alfie knew immediately wasn't his own. "Don't you want to feel her inside you?" Sildara whispered to Alfie, her fingers twisting his nipple as he watched Silva smear a thick, clear gel over her huge, throbbing cock before playfully slapping it against Alfie's thigh. "It's going to feel so good getting fucked by us, you'll never want to use your dick again, let me show you how good it feels using your hole..." Silva said, pushing the sticky tip against his spread hole before spearing him with it. Alfie wasn't surprised, but despite her size, she slipped in rather easily, his hole effortless swallowing the first several inches on the first try, which caused him to moan out like a little whore. He was no stranger to excessive ass play, but this experience was entirely new to him... Silva wasted no time, she knew a broken-in hole when she felt one wrapped around her cock and she began thrusting slowly back and forth, drawing out her strokes so she pulled all the way back, leaving just the tip inside before slamming it forward - the force of the thrust making her meaty chest jiggle, as well as sending ripples through Alfie's flesh from the impacts "Look at this slut, it's his first time here and already he can take this much dick!" Silva giggled, her hands gripping Alfie's ankles, holding his legs spread wide apart as she laid on his back, taking it like he was the whore and they his customers. "Mister, don't forget about me." Sildara said, pouting as she stood on her knees beside Alfie's head. He turned and was greeted by a second cock, this one just as big and juicy as the first but standing up at full stiffness between Sildara's legs. He didn't really think it through, but before he could even process what was going on, Alfie found himself frantically sucking on the head of Sildara's cock, even as Silva was steadily sawing her cock back and forth inside of his incredibly hot little hole. He sucked rather sloppily, making saliva drip from the shaft of the whore's cock as he moved his head, the girl still tweaking his nipples, though this time much, much more violently as she pinched and twisted. "He's so fucking warm! This boycunt feels amazing wrapped around my dick! I can't wait to start unloading in him on a regular basis." Silva hissed, her body glistening with a layer of sweat, her breasts still jiggling with each thrust as she fucked Alfie hard and deep, seeming to pay no mind to his comfort, though the girly, whorish moans he let out while slobbering on the cock in his mouth told her all she needed to know. Sildara began shifting her weight, rocking her hips back and forth as she moaned almost constantly, the first few inches of her smooth cock thrusting swiftly back and forth, fucking Alfie's drooling mouth as he struggled to maintain suction, eventually settling for keeping his tongue pressed hard to the underside of the woman's shaft as she used his mouth. "I'm gonna cum!" Silva announced, followed by a loud groan as she buried herself balls-deep inside of Alfie, climaxing almost immediately as she roughly ground her hips up and down, leaving her cock buried to the hilt inside his boy cunt until every last drop had dripped out inside of him. Alfie had never felt anything like it before, like a hot explosion inside of him, and strangely enough the warmth spread, filling his body, and Silva ground into him he heard the whores giggling at him as he too came. His slender cock spurted cum violently again and again, spraying a massive load across his stomach and chest as Silva giggled and began thrusting hard with a renewed vigor, making Alfie nearly faint as she escalated his orgasm. "Mmm we have a real winner here." Silva said, sighing as she audibly slid her cock from Alfie's sloppy, well-fucked hole and stood. She was limp now, but still her cock was very large, and now glistening with cum that had been whipped into a froth from the intense fucking. "The boss will be glad we nabbed a rich dumbass, I bet we'll get a bonus." Sildara's eyes flashed greedily as she slid her cock from Alfie's mouth, the two girls switching places. "Here you go, clean up this mess." Silva said, snapping her fingers as she dangled her sticky, cum-coated cock in front of Alfie who hungrily accepted it into his mouth. As he sucked the strangely sweet mixture of fluids from Silva's cock, he could feel Sildara sucking noisily on his well fucked hole, feeling it contract as he tried to push the cum out, feeling the other whore sucking intently as she too tried to get at the creamy, delicious treat. "Mmm looks like you forgot some." Silva said, pulling out of Alfie's mouth. He gaped, his vision spiraling into fuzzy shapes as he felt like his brain, and body were on fire. He hadn't missed a spot, he had willingly swallowed every last bit, but he knew what Silva meant when she grunted and gestured. He looked up to see Sildara just as she leaned in, covering his mouth with hers as her tongue pushed the load she had slurped out of him into his mouth. He struggled to swallow it as Sildara moaned into his mouth, her own tongue wiggling back and forth against his as she suddenly, forcefully shoved her cock into Alfie's already well used little ass. She grunted, not breaking the kiss, their bodies both getting covered with the cum that Alfie had shot onto his stomach as she laid on top of him, his legs spread wide as she fucked him hard and deep. But before Alfie could adjust the woman lifted her head up, grunting hard as her body shuddered, her cock twitching violently as she unloaded deep inside him, where her companion had just cum moments before. Alfie panted, delirious as he stared unblinkingly up at the celling as Sildara panted on top of him, her cum-slick breasts pressed against his sticky chest as she hugged him, trying to catch her breath. "Mmm the drugs will be wearing off soon. We need to put the neural spike on him and dump him back out on the streets." Silva instructed, pulling her skimpy little outfit back on over her ridiculously proportioned body. Sildara smiled up at Alfie. "Mmm you're going to make us so much money..." she said, pulling her cock out of him and unceremoniously smearing his thigh with the cum that coated it before she too began dressing. Silva picked up a small chip the size of someone's thumbnail and attached it to a small handheld injector. Helpless and confused, Alfie tried to rise, but couldn't. However, before the whore could inject him, the doors hissed open, revealing Aria standing there in her skintight black flight suit. "Master Alfie, there is an emergency, we must leave." She said, stepping into the room. "Who the fuck are you?!" Silva growled at the intruder. "You aren't supposed to be back here!" Yelled the large bouncer that had been guarding the back entrance as he grabbed Aria's shoulder and tried to yank her back. Gemini Strike Vol. 02 Chapters 05-08 This story was commissioned and generously shared with all of you by Alfie. Show your love and thanks in the comments for him, he would really appreciate it. Any and all hate can, as always, be directed at me. All characters are 18 or older. Synopsis: Alfie Quinn is the spoiled, femmy young heir to an intergalactic corporation who is used to the finer things (or at least most expensive things) in life. However, when his father disappears in a politically turbulent sector of space, Alfie finds himself alone, separated from his family and any hope of help from the authorities. For the first time ever, Alfie will have to take matters into his own hands as he attempts to find his missing father himself. * * * Chapter 05 The alarm chimed and Alfie kicked the covers off of him, whining loudly as he shook his fists at the ceiling. He didn't need to look around the Captain's cabin to know what he was alone, or that the time was 0445 - he knew both of these facts; he also knew that it was all Olivia's fault. Since she came aboard the ship and moved it to a private docking bay on the bottom levels of the station, she had more or less assumed command and was running the vessel like a military ship. Alfie was more than happy for the help, and in honesty, he was relieved to have someone skilled and experienced there to help guide his hand. Olivia had signed on as his second in command and added Avaera to the crew, as well as a mechanic he hadn't met yet named Lisette and a final crew member named Fixer who he also hadn't met. Once again, Alfie realized that it was four in the morning and he was just getting up rather than just settling in for bed, and he whined, kicking the warm covers off his almost nude body. Olivia had written up a shift rotation for all crew members as well as a duty roster which needed to be completed each shift, Alfie was disappointed to find that even as the Captain of the vessel he wasn't exempted from the busywork of the day-to-day operations of the vessel. He was wearing a pair of tight, black compression shorts that rode up a bit high in the back, showing off a tad bit of ass cleavage at the sides and nothing more, so he pulled on robe and grabbed his shower kit, grumbling because he was awake so early, and that Aria wasn't there to make him coffee, or bathe him, or cook for him, any of those things that would make being awake at this wretched hour more bearable. In a trance, he made his way to the lift, riding it briefly down one level to the crew quarters before he trudged along towards the head which was shared by all crew members. He tapped the button that controlled the door and it hissed open, a warm cloud of fragrant steam wafted out, rolling over him as he peered into the haze of steam that smelled like flowers and other sweet, feminine scents. The door hissed closed as Alfie stepped inside, the steam had thinned out a bit and he could hear people giggling, slowly the haze cleared and Alfie could see Avaera, fully nude with another woman standing beneath one of the shower heads that lined one tiled wall. The second woman was tall with long, flowing locks of honey blonde hair that hung down past her freckle-kissed shoulders. She was about the same height as Avaera, but her body was trimmer and tighter, her breasts were also a handful bigger with tan, oval shaped nipples that were currently erect as her soapy breasts slowly brushed against Avaera's as the two women kissed and fondled each other. The blonde was an older woman, not old, not by a long stretch, but she had that mature look about her that made Alfie's oedipal tendencies salivate with desire. He could see that they were both fully erect, and the blonde woman had an impressively large cock that was roughly the size of Avaera's, it was easy to eyeball the size as the women had their cocks pressed together, the stiff flesh rising up between them where it was gently squished between their hard stomachs. Their cocks looked like a pair of snakes rising up and challenging one another for mating rights, pressed belly-to-belly as they rhythmically wiggled around. Alfie dropped his shower kit on the floor, his jaw dropping simultaneously as he gaped at the two women who seemed to be sharing such a tender, private moment here in the showers. "Oh? Ah is this le Capitaine?!" The blonde's emerald eyes went wide at the sight of Alfie. Aside from the very obvious physical beauty she possessed, she had the most ear-tickling, heavy French accent he had ever heard. "Mmm it is indeed mademoiselle." Avaera confirmed, though she had jack shit going for her in terms of a French accent. "And he's just in time for a bit of breakfast." Alfie could guess what Avaera meant by 'breakfast' and the thought of it had him salivating as he squirmed there on the spot. Avaera silently curled a finger for Alfie to join them and he disrobed in an instant, pulling down his tight little shorts as quickly as he could manage. His cock was so stiff that as it sprung free from his shorts, it flew up and loudly slapped him on the stomach, causing him to blush with embarrassment. But he joined the two women under the hot water and was embraced by them in an instant; he found Avaera's hand gently tugging at his cock as the blonde woman reached down and squeezed a handful of his plush little ass, causing him to groan. "Oh Alfie, this is Lisette, she'll be the one really running the ship from here on out." Avaera said, introducing the blonde who had already managed to bury her middle finger knuckle-deep inside of Alfie's puckered little, pink love button. "Oui!" Was Lisette's ecstatic response as she smiled and winked at Alfie, slowly twisting her knuckle back and forth which pulled a feminine moan from Alfie's lips. The two women kissed against, he could see their wet tongues slipping back and forth against each other as they pulled Alfie tighter into their embrace. His cock was significantly smaller than the cocks of his two crew, but all the same, he found himself in the middle of the three-way frottage, slowly rocking his hips as they all rubbed their cocks together. Since the two women were taller than Alfie, he had to rise up briefly on his tip-toes to join their oral antics; this just brought a giggle from the two women as they leaned down, Avaera draping an arm over Alfie's shoulder as Lisette continued to finger his warm little hole as they pulled him into a three-way kiss. His lips met Avaera's and then Lisette's, the trio settling for putting their mouth's together as their three tongues lashed at one another at once, the tongue battle only broken when a kiss was urgently given to one of the participants. Lisette's finger jabbed back and forth inside of him as Avaera reached down with her free hand, pinching Alfie's left nipple as she playfully twisted and tweaked it, causing him to groan and squirm between the two women who kept him pinned with their slick, warm bodies. Alfie settled for reaching up, grabbing one of Avaera's breasts in one hand and Lisette's in the other as he groped and fondled them, the sensations he was feeling all at once sent an electric tingle up his spine that threatened to make his brain overload and explode. He loved every moment of it. "Aww, such a little bay-bee!" Lisette giggled as Alfie fondled her as he shared a suffocating kiss with Avaera. Avaera broke the kiss, a thin thread of saliva connecting her mouth to Alfie's as she grinned. "You like playing with our big, yummy tits?" She asked. All Alfie could do was nod stupidly in reply. "Hmm, well why don't you take care of us..." She said, her hand clamping down on Alfie's shoulder as she pushed him down onto his knees between her and Lisette. "And if you do a good job, we'll give you an extra special reward?" Alfie quickly nodded his head in agreement, and with a coordination he didn't even know he possessed, he reached out and gripped both cocks as he leaned forward and quickly sucked the tip of Avaera's cock into his mouth, ravenously slurping and lapping at it as he slowly pumped both of his hands in sync with one another, and in the case of Avaera's cock, in sync with the swift movements of his mouth up and down her shaft. "My, my!" Lisette said with her usual, gleeful tone. "Le Capitaine is a naughty little boy!" "He eats cock like he is starving to death, always a plus in my book." Avaera grinned, twisting her finger towards Lisette who leaned closer, the two women locking into a fierce kiss. Their tongues darted back and forth into each other's mouth as Avaera reached up, cupping one of Lisette's large breasts as she gave it a nice, hard squeeze. Alfie was still in sensory overload as he struggled to keep an eye on the two beautiful women kissing and groping each other, but he gave up on the enticing showing, channeling all of his effort into giving as much pleasure as possible to both of their thick, luscious cocks. In one quick movement, Alfie slid Avaera's cock from his mouth, leaving it gleaming with his saliva as he quickly replaced it with Lisette's - losing none of his enthusiasm in the process. He gripped Avaera's shaft, gently pumping it with his hand as he kept his thumb pressed to the underside of her cock, the digit wiggling gently back and forth under the head at the top of each stroke, mimicking the way his tongue wiggled around the tip of Lisette's cock. The technique made both women moan happily as Alfie did his best to take care of both of them. It was a lot of work trying to pleasure two cocks at once, but despite that, the thought of having a third one to suck on, and maybe one in his ass to even it out was enough to make his head spin. His cock-drunk fantasies spurred him on, and he licked and lapped furiously as Lisette's cock, making sure to keep his cheeks sucked in so the slippery, hot flesh of the inside of his mouth wrapped around the woman's thick cock like a tight glove as his tongue worked its magic. Lisette groaned loudly and she was already breathing heavily as she subconsciously rocked her hips back and forth as if in a trance; her cock pushing forward slightly just as Alfie's hot little mouth and hand moved down on her. The two women had been fully erect and enjoying a session of slippery frottage when Alfie intruded, so figured the warm up had already been done, it wouldn't take long to finish them off with mouth. Lisette's hand dropped to the back of Alfie's head and much to his surprise she began pushing his mouth quickly up and down her cock, the hard, throbbing tip insistently poking the back of his throat which made him reflexively gag. The faster Lisette pushed Alfie's head down, the louder she moaned. Alfie could taste the delicious, intoxicating flavor of precum on his tongue and in the back of his throat as Lisette's cock throbbed and swelled in his mouth. He knew she was dangerously close to the edge, but despite that, he had to pull back, letting her cock slide from his lips with a loud, wet plop as he gasped for air. He had barely taken in a pair of breaths before Avaera decided it was her turn, Lisette's hand pushing Alfie's head forward as Avaera slid into his mouth and gently began to thrust. Alfie struggled for breath, but the suction and contractions were apparently pleasant as Avaera groaned happily in response. Alfie moved both of his hands and mouth in unison, trying to give both women as much pleasure as possible as he slurped and sucked loudly. Even though they were in the hot, misty shower, he could feel that he was working up quite a sweat; it was a lot of work trying to please multiple cocks at once! "Ahh, suck on it, suck my tit!" Avaera hissed, and Alfie's eyes darted up to the sight of Lisette pushing her hair back over one shoulder as she leaned forward, her teeth gently clamping down over one of Avaera's stiff, light blue nipples as she gently gnawed at it for a moment, pulling a howl of delight from Avaera's lips before Lisette began feverishly sucking at Avaera's fat, heavy breast. "Fuck!" Avaera hissed, closing her eyes as she placed a hand on the back of Lisette's head, pushing the woman into her breasts as she dropped the other hand to Alfie's head, pushing him quickly up and down on his cock as he choked and struggled for breath. Avaera let out a whine of pleasure as she came, her body tensing as Alfie's eyes went wide as the woman's cock flared in his mouth, erupting forcefully against his tongue as her hot load blasted into his mouth. He sucked harder, moving his mouth and hand as he sucked her to completion, the woman moaning as she shuddered, the hot, thick ropes of cum coating the insides of his cheeks as it pooled on his tongue, quickly filling his mouth before she was finished. Alfie struggled but managed to swallow the deliciously salty load while Avaera's cock was still planted between his lips. His tongue wiggled against the head as he resumed sucking, Avaera panting for breath, her cheeks flushed as she swayed in the happy, dizzying haze of her orgasm. After a few moments she pulled her cock from Alfie's mouth, sharing a kiss with Lisette who slowly tilted her head back as Avaera moved her mouth down the blonde's neck, feverishly planting kisses on it as she reached up and squeezed the woman's left breast, rolling it around in her hand. With one of his hands free, Alfie was able to focus entirely on the bubbly French girl; resumed sucking on the thick, delicious head of her cock as his hand urgently pumped her shaft, his now free hand reaching up to fondle her huge, hairless balls which he gently rolled around in his hand. Now with Alfie using his talented little mouth and Avaera helping him by attacking Lisette's weak spots, it didn't take like before the blonde was withering around in ecstasy, cooing and moaning as she gingerly fucked Alfie's warm little mouth. He sucked hard, his lips touching the top of his hand which he kept wrapped around the woman's shaft, moving in time with his mouth as he stroked and sucked her all at once, his hand still rubbing her tight balls which he felt contracting in his gentle grip. "Ahh!" Was all Lisette could say as she shuddered, gently bucking her hips forward as she ground the fat tip of her cock against Alfie's tongue, flooding his mouth with the second load of the morning. He swallowed it without hesitation, savoring the thick, sticky load's taste and delighting the way it coated his throat and stomach on the way down as he gently continued to suck on her rapidly throbbing head. "So what do you think?" Avaera asked, still gently massaging one of the blonde's large, heavy breasts with one hand. "Did he earn a reward?" Lisette sighed heavily, wearing a glazed expression of delight as she tsked and shook her head. "I do not know. Good little boys deepthroat!" She said, her emerald eyes flashing down at Alfie. "Aww give him a break, a fat cock like yours, you might choke him to death." Avaera said, grinning. "Ce serait une bonne façon de mourir?" Lisette replied, letting out another deep sigh as every breath she took reverberated within the warm, orgasmic haze that was wrapped tightly around her. The two women pulled Alfie to his feet and he quickly found himself with his back to the cold tile as Avaera kissed him, her warm, slippery breasts pushed into his chest as she slowly ground up and down against him, causing him to moan into their kiss. As Avaera kept him occupied, Lisette went into a nearby cabinet and returned with a large cylindrical bottle of transparent purple bath lotion. Lisette sunk to her knees as she tipped the bottle and drizzled the lotion over her large, round breasts as she looked up at Alfie and very slowly began to massage the slippery lotion into her flesh, making her breasts glisten with the sticky lotion. Avaera gave Alfie a gentle shove and he stumbled forward as Lisette arched her back, catching Alfie's stiff cock, sandwiching it between her breasts. She kept her breasts pressed firmly together as she moved them slowly up and down on Alfie's cock, causing him to groan out loudly as Avaera's hands gripped and squeezed his ass, pushing him forward into Lisette's cleavage. He reached out and put his hands on Lisette's shoulders to steady himself, staring down in awe as he French girl kept her eyes locked on his. At first she just moved her breasts up and down, but once she could feel the pleasant throbbing of his cock squished between her breasts getting more and more intense, she switched tactics. With practiced ease, she moved one slippery breast up while moving the other down, which made Alfie grunt and then loudly moan as he went weak in the knees. Up and down her breasts moved, the sensation was hard to describe, it was like having a pair of tongues lapping at his cock at the same time, licking him like a lollipop. She used her tits to quickly stroke Alfie's cock, a pearl of precum already forming at the tip before it was lost, his sperm mixing in with the lotion as she nosily tit-fucked him. Avaera's hands had been groping and kneading his ass but suddenly she spread him wide open, and much to his delight, he felt her tongue slip right up his ass like a hot bolt of lightning. Alfie let out a primal growl of delight as Avaera wiggled her tongue back and forth, shoving it as far as it would go up Alfie's tight little boycunt, all the while as Lisette kept moving her breasts quicker and quicker. "Ahh, the naughty boy likes it in his ass!" Lisette giggled, licking her lips as she maintained eye contact with Alfie. She could feel his cock throbbing harder and harder as it swelled, it wouldn't be long she knew, and now that Avaera was enthusiastically eating Alfie's ass, it would happen even faster... "Cum for me! Cum for me naughty boy!" Lisette urged, holding her breasts tightly around Alfie's cock as she moved them up and down, focusing more on keeping her breasts as tight as she could around his dick, all the while moving as quickly as she could manage. Avaera wiggled her tongue quickly back and forth around inside of Alfie's ass, her hand reaching up to suddenly squeeze his balls, putting them in an almost painful grip which felt surprisingly good to Alfie. His head jerked back and he groaned, his cock spasming as it sprayed out a hot, sticky jet of cum between Lisette's already glistening tits. She moved her breasts faster and faster, milking out another load and then another until her tits were coated in a thick, white, sticky sheen of Alfie's hot sperm before finally she sat back on her heels, letting Alfie's well-milked cock slip free of her fleshy grip. "Ack! Now I have to bathe all over again!" Lisette grumbled, rising along with Avaera as the trio moved their antics to under the nearest showerhead... * * * Olivia glanced down at her chronometer and narrowed her eyes as Alfie entered the bridge and slumped down into the command chair, some fifteen minutes later than when he was due. She sighed and went back to her data tablet, flicking over status reports and inputting data where it was needed. "Captain Quinn, it would be prudent in the future to report for your duty rotation on time, and even a few minutes early would be even better." Remarked Olivia. She was standing beside the command chair, her tablet in one hand as the other deftly corrected the data she was sending and receiving. Her appearance was more or less the same, Alfie had only seen her with the intricate French braid, paired with the black utilitarian fatigues and overcoat which she kept buttoned up over her uniform. "Urgh, what's it matter if I am late? We're just sitting around in dry dock." Alfie complained, laying his head back against his padded seat. Were he paying attention, Alfie would have seen the brief, but very noticeable twitch of Olivia's cheek as she held the data tab to her chest and slowly turned on her heel to face him, her voice was even and stern as she spoke. "Captain Quinn. It matters because you are supposed to be the leader of this crew and in charge of this vessel. You lead by example, if you do not show up for your duty shift and shrug your responsibilities, then what is to stop the members of your crew from doing the same?" Gemini Strike Vol. 02 "I pay them." Alfie said, feeling incredibly uncomfortable with the way Olivia seemed to be squishing him under her thumb. "While credits certainly are useful, they are not nearly as enduring as respect, Captain Quinn." For some reason the words stung him, he wasn't accustomed to the direct confrontation he was having with Olivia, or being so promptly dismissed and ignored, especially before he had the chance to retort. It irritated him, but much to his surprise, his anger quickly shrank as he realized, and accepted, that she was indeed right. "Most of our cargo is on board and secured, provisions are being stocked and inventoried as we speak. Our engineer and pilot will be in the hangar bay for now, modifying the shield array and Avaera's fighter craft still needs to be repaired." Olivia said, verbally checking off items. "What kind of modifications?" Alfie asked, raising a brow as he turned his head towards Olivia. "This ship does not have any offensive weapons, despite that, you still have very powerful components for weapons systems installed on the ship's power grid. Avaera is modifying them to strengthen our already considerable shield power. We are awaiting one final delivery before we can be underway, in fact I need you to authorize this last payment." Olivia handed the data tab to Alfie who glanced at it, his eye's widening. "Jesus Christ, what do we need with two-hundred sonic mining charges? We're trying to find my dad, not crack asteroids!" "The charges are hard to come by for civilians as they are certified for industrial use, but seeing as you are the head of Quinn Enterprises, I was able to procure them rather easily. The crew can modify the charges to be used offensively, it's certainly no blaster cannon, but it will do in a pinch." Olivia explained patiently. "Alright." Alfie put his thumb to the data tab, authorizing the transaction before handing the tablet back over to his first officer. "Aria tells me that you were the one responsible for her custom programing, among other modifications?" Olivia asked, folding her hands behind her back, the data tab still clasped in her right hand. "Yeah, that's right." Alfie said rather sheepishly. "Well you must be halfway capable with electronic systems then, I'd like you to report to the hangar and see what you can do to aid Lisette and Avaera. The sooner they complete their tasks, the sooner we can be underway." Alfie thought about it and then sighed, slipping out of his chair. "Where the hell is Aria anyways?" "She completed her duty shift and took a break; she is down in the medical bay as far as I know." * * * When the doors to the lift hissed open, Alfie stepped out onto the hangar deck and looked around. It was rather different than when he was last down here just a day and some change ago. The deck plating was pulled up in multiple places, exposing various power conduits and other networks of the ship's systems that ran beneath their very feet like a complex spider web. He followed the dozens of meters of spooled cables and exposed circuits across the deck until he was in the maintenance bay where Avaera's fighter had been moved. He heard a strange, though pleasant melody, muffled from where it was sang. "Ne me quitte pas, mon cher! Ne me quitte pas!" Alfie knew that it was Lisette before he even found her; the French was a dead giveaway. He spotted a pair of worn, brown work boots sticking out from under the chassis of Avaera's fighter, the source of the singing. Alfie approached quietly, then rapped his fist gently on the chassis to let Lisette know that he was there. Almost immediately she bolted out from under the ship, glaring up at Alfie from the creeper she was lying on. "Oui? Don't you know it is rude to sneak up on a lady?" "If you weren't making so much noise, you would have heard me." She narrowed her eyes at Alfie. "I am busy, what do you want?" "I was supposed to help you and Ava?" He said, noncommittally as he glanced around the hangar. "Ugh, mademoiselle blueberry is down that hatch over there." She gestured with the spanner she was holding towards the rear of the bay. Alfie looked back and seen the open hatch among the exposed deck plating then back to Lisette who was gone from sight, save for her battered brown work boots which jutted out from under the fighter craft as she resumed singing. In moments Alfie was standing over the hatch and frowned before he stuck one leg in, climbing down into the service shaft and dropping on the deck below. The clearance was low, causing him to bend slightly as he spotted Avaera in the distance sitting in front of an exposed relay panel. He crept over to her and then sat down with a huff, crouch walking the ten meters had surprisingly winded him. "I'm supposed to help?" Alfie asked, catching his breath. Avaera was sitting on her knees in the confined space; she was wearing a black pair of coveralls that were unzipped to the waist, the sleeves tied around her midsection so her skin could breathe in the warm, cramped service tunnel. She was wearing a simple, thin white tank top, and as she leaned forward her breasts strained against it, causing Alfie to gape at her. "Huh?" Avaera asked, not looking back from the relay panel or the small tool she was holding, checking the digital readout on its display. "I was supposed to help you out?" He repeated, annoyed that she wasn't paying attention, but at the same time thankful, as he it gave him more time to stare at the thin fabric stretched over the woman's heavy, natural breasts. "With what?" Avaera asked, still not looking up from her readout. "Olivia told me to help you with electrical systems!" Alfie barked, fed up with being ignored. Avaera turned her head very slowly to face him, perking a thin, blue eyebrow. "What the hell would you know about configuring electrical systems on a starship?" "Electricity has a fixed set of laws, the difference between a toaster and a starship is marginal at best. It's just a matter of scale, electricity is electricity, regardless." "Fine, get some tools and start working on the bypasses up on the deck, but DON'T initialize anything and leave the plating off when you are finished." Avaera said, tapping on the display panel built into the relay computer, bringing up a map of the ship's hardwired system components. Impulsively, Alfie reached out, his hand cupping and squeezing Avaera's left breast, he simply couldn't help himself. He was shocked however as she immediately swiped her arm out, slapping his hand so hard it stung, causing him to pull it away. "Stop it! I'm working!" She growled, glaring at him with such a scary look that Alfie scampered back and climbed out of the shaft. The next few hours flew by in a blur; Alfie was feeling hot under the collar, despite the climate controlled environment of the ship, he had stripped away his jacket and was wearing a pair of loose, dark brown pants and a black shirt with a high collar, the sleeves rolled up as he leaned over the exposed power conduits. Installing the bypasses were simple, basically it was just a manual switch sending power from one system of the ship to another, or in this case, he noticed he was sending power from the weapon's system back into the main power grid of the ship. "Huh." That was Avaera could say while surveying Alfie's work. She stood with her hands on her hips, glancing down into one section of the exposed conduit before glancing back at her tablet to verify that everything was installed correctly, and functioning as intended. "Ah, looks good." Lisette remarked, pushing the deck plating back into place in another section. "Well this should certainly give us an edge then. The ship's power plant is bitchin, and without guns installed, it gives us a bit more resources to play with." Avaera said, collapsing her tablet and sticking it into a pouch on her left hip before she leaned over and dragged the heavy deck plating into place. Alfie walked over to the final piece of out-of-place deck plating, swaying slightly as he felt even dizzier and hotter than before as he bent over and drug the incredibly heavy piece of plating back into place. He was surprised, the two women did it seemingly without effort, but it was the heaviest thing Alfie could ever remember lifting. "Good job sport!" Avaera said enthusiastically, slapping Alfie hard on the ass as he bent over. Much to Alfie's surprise he let out a loud groan, the slap sending a jolt of pleasure right to his brain, it was so intense he swayed and nearly lost his footing. "Hehe, I guess he likes it rough Lisette." Avaera said, slapping Alfie again in a playful manner. Alfie however groaned loudly, his entire body shuddering as he felt an intense orgasm rip through him from head to toe, making the room spin out of focus as he fell face-first into the deck, the world going black for him. When he finally came to, the first thing that greeted him was Avaera's unchained laughter and the unfamiliar view of the ceiling of the medbay. As his vision came into focus, Aria leaned over him, running a handheld scanning device over his skull. He looked to the side, seeing Avaera where she had fallen on her ass laughing, Olivia standing beside her as she slowly rubbed her temples, her cheek twitching in irritation. "What happened?" Alfie groaned, holding a hand up to shield his eyes from the intense overhead lights. "You have the blue blight!!" Avaera snorted, jerking her head backwards as she practically cackled, the movement caused her to bang her head against the wall, but that didn't dampen her amusement in the slightest. "What's that?!" Alfie asked, struggling to sit up but Aria gently pushed him back down again. "You've seemed absent-minded recently Master Alfie. Have you been hearing voices, or seeing things?" Aria asked with a hint of concern in her voice. "Well... I uh... I don't know." Alfie said, feeling his heart pounding in his ears. He was scared shitless, he couldn't tell if the strange slips he was having were real or not, now he had something called the blue blight? "An increased sensitivity in your genitals?" Aria asked, clinically. "For fuck's sake." Olivia growled, losing her patience. "Mister Quinn, have you visited a brothel in the last five or six standard cycles?" Alfie mulled it over for a moment, and then remembered the three-way he had had in the blue light district, the one Aria had disrupted when news of his father's alleged death had broken. "Yeah actually... I saw a pair of whores of in the blue light district." Alfie said. "Buwahahah!" Avaera snorted, even a dirty look from Olivia that would have killed a lesser person wasn't enough to stifle the laughter. "And did they give you anything? Drugs? Something to drink?" Olivia pressed. "No I didn't drink anything... Well, one of them mixed this weird stuff and turned it into smoke and blew it into my mouth..." Alfie felt his heart race, he didn't know if any of this mattered, but it was coming together in a strange way that made him incredibly uncomfortable. "You only got part of the drugs; our scans say that you haven't got a chip implanted in you, which means you are still salvageable." Olivia said, shaking her head. "What happened? What's wrong?!" Alfie said, sitting bolt upright, not letting Aria restrain him this time. "You got the blue blight you idiot!" Avaera snorted again, this time Olivia whirled on the other woman, and Avaera shrank back, crawling on her hands and knees across the deck and out of the adjacent door. Though once she was outside, her laughter resumed. "You are very fortunate, had they followed through with their intended plan, we would not be having this conversation right now. The blue blight refers to a method of human trafficking, well, of a sorts. Someone like you visits a whorehouse, you are given drugs that incite a biological reaction and then you are implanted with a control chip. By the end of the day you are dressed up nice and pretty, bent over a table somewhere while customers line up for a handful of credits a turn." "Like me?" Alfie asked, feeling dizzy as the whole situation overwhelmed him. "Young, very attractive." Olivia said. "The drugs they gave you have been changing your biochemistry. You will notice your body becoming much more sensitive, it's why you, ahem, climaxed when Avaera slapped you on the backside. In terms of sensitivity, before long your chest and genitals will be many times more sensitive than a human vagina, and on top of that, the craving for sex. This is how the blue blight works, the control chip is implanted, but once the drugs take effect, you become a completely willing slave, as long as they keep lining up cocks in the back room of the brothel for the victim, the victim is completely passive and content, until they are all used up anyways." "Am... Am I going to go crazy?" Alfie asked. "We have a counter agent, but treatment will take several weeks Master Alfie." Aria said holding up a small hypospray which she used to quickly inject Alfie on the right side of his neck, causing him to yelp. "In the meantime, your situation will more than likely get worse before it gets better. I'm sure Avaera has told the entire crew by now, so if you are feeling weak or dizzy, or are confused, alert someone so you can be monitored." Olivia slowly rubbed her temples, bracing herself for the next part before she finally spoke. "As much as it pains me to say this Mister Quinn, if you feel any particular sexual compulsions in the foreseeable future, you may have to indulge them, or at the very least masturbate until you are satisfied. The chemical impulses going off in your brain could be very damaging if they become elevated..." "I don't want to die!" Alfie gasped, half jumping off the exam table before he was restrained by Aria who tried to hush him. "You aren't going to die Mister Quinn." Olivia sighed. "Let's just say, this is going to be a very interesting mission..." Alfie placed his face in hands, breathing deep several times as he tried to calm himself. He opened his eyes as Aria was standing in front of him, leaning over him with the medical scanner. His eyes caught something he hadn't noticed before, and they went wide at the sight of a massive bulge in the front of Aria's skintight white synth-tex compression suit that ran along her thigh and nearly reached her leg. "What the fuck is that?" Alfie asked, staring at the bulge. Aria stood up, tilting her head at Alfie. "What is what Master Alfie?" She asked, confused. "THAT, that huge fucking bulge, is your leg damaged? Let me see it!" Alfie said, concerned as he hopped off of the table. He was worried she may have damaged her sub-dermal frame, the bulging could be caused by an out of place bone, or worse. Aria giggled, which Alfie found odd, he watched her hand fall between her legs, sending an impulse to the fabric which caused it to realign, the fabric retracted, leaving her groin and ass exposed as it rode up, the other end riding down to her knees so it looked as if she were wearing a pair of knee-high latex boots and a long-sleeved latex compression top. "I have modified my chassis." Aria stated as Alfie was greeted by the sight of a massive cock and equally impressive set of smooth balls that hung between Aria's legs. They were the same milky color and texture as the rest of the stacked gynoid's skin and utterly life like. He couldn't give over just how bit was though, he looked up at her, eyes wide. "How, how big is it?" Alfie asked, grasping it with his hand to find that it was very much life-like, he could even feel the faint throbbing of a pulse. "Approximately 30.48 centimeters." Aria responded. Alfie's brow furrowed "A fucking foot long?" "A fucking foot long." Aria responded, tonelessly. "Why did you do this? You had a perfectly good, master crafted pussy which frankly, was the best thing ever." Alfie grumbled. "Given your recent penchant for all things anal, I thought it would please you if I could be more versatile when it came to fulfilling your needs. After all, that is my function, to address your needs." "Well you aren't wrong..." Alfie said quietly, marveling at the texture of Aria's cock as he gently tugged on it, watching as it slowly stood up at attention, completely hard. "Would you like to get fucked?" Aria asked bluntly, staring down at her petite master as he knelt and played with her cock. Alfie quickly nodded his head and hopped back up to his feet, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of his pants, when finally managed to unbuckle them, he couldn't drop his pants fast enough, once those were out of the way, Aria quickly peeled off Alfie's shirt as the medbay exam table slowly lowered until it was just below the height of Alfie's waist. Once it was in place she promptly pushed him face down over the exam table, her powerful, yet delicate hands gripping his soft little ass and spreading him wide open. "You aren't just going to shove it in are you?" Olivia asked, startled. Alfie jumped at the noise, he was so caught up in what was going on, he had completely forgotten that Olivia was still in the room with them. He turned his head to see Olivia still standing there, her cheeks flushed red as he watched the pair. "Of course not, I was planning on using lubrication." Aria said, gently grinding against Alfie, her massive cock sandwiched between his soft, supple cheeks. "You have a monster cock Aria, I don't think spitting into his hole is going to cut it." Olivia said, alarmed. She turned and walked over to one of the supply cabinets, she sighed, pushing her tongue into her cheek as she scanned the supplies they had stocked. Finally she found a small tube which she then tossed over to Aria who deftly caught it in her left hand. "Dilatol." Aria said, reading the tube. "It's for medical procedures, harmless really, but it will dilate him and make things...easier." Olivia said, biting her lip as she watched Aria squeeze out some of the clear, sticky gel and slowly rub it around the rim of Alfie's puckered, pink little hole. It winked in response, and then slowly opened up before their very eyes, gaping slightly as if it had just been filled with a nice, thick dick. This allowed Aria to effortlessly slide two fingers into him, the fingers squishing around inside of him as she pushed her fingers as deep as she could go, feeling his hole open up to her in the presence of the medical gel. She had barely began prepping him and already Alfie was breathing hard, wiggling his hips from side to side from where he was bent over on the table, and even Aria could sense that his hole was much warmer than usual, no doubt a result of being infect with the so called blue blight. Aria withdrew her fingers from Alfie's warm, sopping wet hole and smeared the remaining gel around the first few inches of her twitching cock, making it glisten before she pressed the tip to Alfie's hole and leaned into him, forcing her thick, long cock inside of him. He moaned as his pink hole swallowed the first few inches, biting his lip hard as his toes curled up, his fingers curling around the edge of the exam table as Aria leaned over him, not stopping until her hips were pressed flat against Alfie's soft, fleshy ass, her entire cock buried inside of him. All Alfie could do was quiver and moan, his eyes lolling back into his head as Aria rocked her hips, very roughly driving the massive member back and forth inside of him, despite the medicine that had opened up his hole, her cock was still enormous and stretched him out even further each time it pushed inside of him. He had never been so filled in all of his life, by anything, and it took all he had to keep from cumming right then and there as Aria began thrusting rather roughly, slapping her hips hard into Alfie's ass as she drove her cock into him. Gemini Strike Vol. 02 "So unsightly, taking such a huge dick inside of you Master Alfie. I wonder what the people of polite society would think if they could see you bent over like a common whore?" Aria chastised him, adding a quick, loud slap to his right ass cheek which caused him to coo with delight. The dirty talk was spot on. Gradually, Alfie warmed up, getting used to the mammoth cock inside of him and much to his surprise, he found himself pushing backwards, his hands gripping the table with white knuckles as he pushed his ass back, savoring ever moment that the foot long cock speared and stretched him in ways he never thought possible. About that time the doors to the medbay opened and Lisette stepped in, her pleasant humming announcing her presence long before she spoke. "Ah, has le petit Capitan succumbed to his injuries or..." Her eyes went wide at the sight of Alfie, bent over the table being railed by Aria. "Quoi?" Alfie was moaning like a whore at this point as his insides clung to Aria's cock as she stretched him out the sensation of his nerves being so intensely stimulated prevented him from answering the question with anything other than a groan or hot gasp of pleasure. Lisette merely shrugged as she walked around the edge of the exam table to face Alfie. She winked down at the boy and slowly unzipped the front of her coveralls, unlike Avaera, she wasn't wearing an undershirt, so her pale, sweat-glazed breasts spilled free for him to see as she unzipped the suit down to her knee and shrugged her way out of it, letting it bunch up around her hips. She had a polished, almost inch wide solid metal cock ring that dug into her swollen shaft and looped around to secure her balls as well. Her balls were a faint shade of blue and swelled, much like her cock which was nice and stiff, the veins bulging angrily against her tight flesh. Aria began to thrust harder, rocking Alfie's body with each thrust which kept his mouth hung open in a loud, constant moan. Lisette grasped the base of her swelled, pink cock and angled it upwards towards Alfie, who immediately lowered his head and began sucking, muffling the sound of his moans. He was shocked however when Lisette put her hand on the back of his head, holding him in place as she suddenly pushed forward, the length of her huge, meaty cock forcing its way down Alfie's throat, causing him to immediately choke on it. He tried to pull back but Lisette's hand prevented him from moving any direction but forward. "Tsk. Tsk. Breathe, breathe through your nose." She instructed, pushing rather roughly on the back of his head, her long, slender fingers grasping a handful of Alfie's long, shiny black hair. It was easier said than done, he gagged as he panicked, struggling between the two cocks that filled him at either end, it was hard to do anything but panic when you had nine inches of hard meat occupying your throat. "Ahh zat feels good!" Lisette hissed, her free hand reaching up to roughly tweak one of her stiff nipples. The feeling of Alfie's slippery throat clinging to her cock was delightful to say the least and she wasn't showing him any mercy as she very slowly began to move her cock back and forth, the thick, swelled ridges of the tip tickling the delicate flesh of his throat as his muscles strangled her cock in a death grip. "Breathe!" Lisette repeated, her fingers pulling Alfie's hair painfully tight as he gagged and gurgled. He struggled, his face turning dark red, bordering on blue as he desperately sucked air in through his nose, trying not to panic as Lisette fucked his mouth. Every bit of air he managed to suck in through his nostrils only caused him to choke more, any slight movement of Lisette's cock caused him to feel like he was choking to death, despite the air. Gradually, as he relaxed, it became easier, though he felt light headed as his throat relaxed, his breathing sharp inhales and exhales from his nose as Lisette buried his face down in her groin and face-fucked him. Aria's hands clamped down on Alfie's shoulders, further holding him in place as she thrust with a renewed sense of urgency, her huge, heavy balls slapping hard into Alfie's tight, swollen sack as she viciously ground into him. "I'm going ot cum!" Aria announced, bucking her hips violently into her young charge, each thrust rocked Alfie forward, making it easier for Lisette to mercilessly fuck his mouth. He felt Aria's already gigantic cock swell up even further as his stomach was suddenly filled with an intense warm as Aria's cock spurted inside of him. She kept her cock plugged in his ass, the warmth spreading inside of him, completely filling him, but even then, it didn't stop. Whatever synthetic cum she was shoot into him, it didn't stop, her cock spasmed as it pumped load after load of the stuff into him, causing his stomach to bulge before she finally ceased, giving Alfie's ass a firm slap as she let out a satisfied grunt. "Ahh it looks like a space just opened up!" Lisette chimed, watching Aria slowly slide of Alfie's hole which was left gaping wide open, a stream of sticky synthcum connecting his wrecked hole to Aria's slimy, gleaming shaft. "I'm afraid I will have to pull rank on you." Olivia said, unsnapping the front of her tight uniform pants. "I love a nice sloppy hole as much as the next girl, but just how much did you shoot inside of him Aria?" Olivia asked, wiggling until her tight pants were bunched up around her knees. "Approximately 44 ounces." Aria said matter-of-factly. "Jesus. All things in moderation, aye?" Olivia licked her lips, gripping her aching cock as she surveyed Alfie's wrecked, gaping hole, using the tip of her cock to smear around some of the sticky synthcum that was oozing out of him, and leaving a slimy sheen on his balls and thighs. As soon as the dilatol wore off, his hole would more or less return to normal, not that she minded, a gaped, winking hole was the mark of a good little fuck boy. Aria wiped her cock with one of the medical wipes from a wall dispenser before she returned her bodysuit to normal. She leaned down and kissed Alfie on the cheek, even as he was choked by Lisette's cock before she moved off to the side to watch. "Breathe." Lisette said again, suddenly pulling her cock from Alfie's mouth, the throbbing, intensely swelled member connected to the boy's mouth by a thick trail of spit. "I'm fucking choking!" Alfie gasped, his voice hoarse. "Pfft. I told you to breathe, sissy boy. Here, take a rest." Lisette said, gripping her balls as she pushed them up into Alfie's mouth. Despite his complaining, he immediately began to suck, his tongue flicking back and forth over Lisette's tight, hairless sack as she groaned. "Mmm good boy, lick them clean, make them shiny!" She hissed, tweaking her nipple once again. Her cock now sufficiently lubed (though she doubted she needed the added lube) Olivia pressed the tip of her cock to Alfie's open hole and pushed it inside, hissing immediately as she was enveloped by his slippery heat. "Mmm that is a lovely boypussy you have Mister Quinn!" Olivia gasped, her eyes half closing as she satisfied herself by slowly wiggling her hips around, savoring the feeling of his sticky insides before she leaned into him, her hand resting on either side of Alfie's shoulders as she threw her back into it, slamming her long, hard dick deep into his already well-used little boycunt. Alfie's mouth gaped open as he moaned, letting Lisette's fat, luscious balls escape from his mouth. Lisette took that as meaning that he was ready for more cock and promptly plugged his open mouth with her cock once more. And once again Alfie began to noisily gag and choke on it. "Breathe!" Lisette snapped, amused as she put both hands on the back of his head, pushing her hips slowly back and forth as she felt his throat contract around the head of her cock. Olivia ran arms forward, her hands gently clamping down over Alfie's clenched fists as she laid over him, grinding her cock roughly inside of him as she whispered in his ear. "Just relax your throat, take nice, slow breaths through your nose and let your mouth get fucked. You won't choke if you just relax..." Olivia nipped Alfie's ear and he shuddered at the intimacy of the contact. "Ahh! Good little boy!" Lisette cooed, Alfie was finally getting the hang of it and she found her cock moving more smoothly now. She sped up her thrusts, keeping her hands on the back of Alfie's head as she bucked her hips, a thick trail of spit dripping down her shaft and running down her balls as Alfie effortless swallowed her fat cock. "Good boy, just like that. I bet it feels good, but not nearly as good as your tight little cunt feels wrapped around my cock." She hissed the words, a whisper between the two of them that made Alfie's spine tingle. At that moment he knew he could probably be talked into doing anything as long as Olivia was there to whisper instructions in his ear. Lisette groaned, her hips suddenly moving faster, her heavy balls audibly smacking Alfie's chin as she jerked and groaned again, her huge cock squirting a hot, syrupy load of cum down Alfie's throat. Her cock had been so far down his throat it sprayed right into his stomach, bypassing his mouth altogether as she held him with his face pressed against her stomach, moving only ever so slightly until every last drop was coaxed from the tip. Only when she pulled out, did Alfie get any hint of a taste of sperm, his eyes closed as he weakly suckled the head of Lisette's cock, causing the women to moan before she slowly pulled her cock out from between his lips, giving his cheek a playful slap with the sticky shaft before she began pulling her coveralls back on. "How did that taste?" Olivia whispered, speeding up her thrusts now that Alfie only had one cock to focus on. "Good!" He gasped weakly tilting his head to one side as Olivia lightly nipped at the side of his neck. "You love sucking on big dicks don't you?" She asked, her body loudly smacking into his. "Yes!" Alfie gasped. Olivia groaned as she felt Alfie desperately clamping his insides around her fat cock, but the insane amount of synthcum that had been shot into him made him nice and slippery, so he couldn't get a good grip on her, no matter how much he tried. He had never been fucked like this in his life. Only fingers and toys, but now that he had gotten a fat, hard cock inside of him, Alfie wasn't sure he could ever go back to normal again... Aria moved behind Olivia and reached between her legs, moving her hand down to where Alfie's cock was hanging down the table, stiffly pointing down towards the floor. She grasped it and using the synthcum smeared on it as lube, began to steadily move her hand up and down. Alfie was worn out, all he could do is lie there, pulled back and forth between the intense sensation of having his ass pinned to the table like a little whore while Aria skillfully pumped his cock towards an orgasm he was sure would be upon him in moments. It seemed Olivia was in the same boat as she stood up straight, slowly raking her fingers down Alfie's shoulders and sweat-slick back before her hand settled on his hips, squeezing them tightly as she began wildly bucking her hips, grunting and groaning as her cock swelled inside of him. "I'm gonna cum! Ahh take it you filthy little boy! Take it!" Olivia hissed between her clenched teeth, their bodies slapping loudly together before she bottomed out inside of him, the thick tip of her cock flaring as it spurted a load into his already well-fucked and well-filled little hole. Alfie came too, his load didn't have a warm hole to splash inside, but it splattered all over the floor of the medbay as Aria gingerly stroked him in time with the thrusts of Olivia's cock. Her hand gradually slowed and then ceased moving, releasing his cock when Olivia finally pulled out of him and leaned back against the exam table, panting for breath. "Well that was delightful Mister Alfie, you do have quite the greedy little fuckhole." She said, wiping the beaded sweat from her forehead. Alfie didn't hear her compliment though, as he had already passed out there on the table, his well-fucked little hole still seeping cum... Chapter 06 "Oh my god!" Olivia gasped as she shuddered, slowly running her fingers through her tangled, sweat matted hair as she panted for breath. She was nude, lying in Alfie's bunk while Alfie sat straddling her throbbing cock, likewise panting for breath. Alfie had just shot a warm load from his now limp cock, the sticky evidence plastering Olivia's flat, hard stomach and her voluptuous breasts, while Olivia's load had been shot directly into Alfie, much like the dozen or so others that she had shot into him over the last couple of days. Like some of the worst, or best things in life, the pairing was completely unexpected for the both of them. Olivia's relation with her clients was always strictly business, though she admitted the smooth, young Alfie was just her type, she never imagined the nature of their relationship would change so drastically. She showed a real moment of weakness that was rather uncharacteristic of her when she had given in to lust and fucked Alfie in the medbay. But, much to the delight of them both, they discovered that they were incredibly compatible with one another and had been going at it like rabbits ever since. Slowly, Alfie rose up onto his knees, Olivia's cock slipping free of the warm little hole which it had been so tightly plugging. Alfie reached down and firmly squeezed the base of Olivia's fat, hard dick as he twisted around and lowered his head, sucking the length of her sticky cock into his mouth. "Mmm Mister Quinn." Olivia purred. "You are a filthy little boy." Alfie smiled around the mouthful of cock as he tenderly lapped at the rapidly softening flesh. The cocktail of their combined fluids was intoxicating to Alfie, and he relished the taste as his tongue darted out over and over again to lick her clean. He was slowly taking her rapidly-softening flesh deep into his throat, flexing his muscles to massage the sensitive, cum-coated flesh when the alarm built into the room's computer began to gently chime. "I told you we would only have time for one round. You need to get to your weapons training." Olivia said, letting out a happy sigh as she rolled onto her side, showing her back to Alfie as she nuzzled her head into the pillow. "I don't wanna go." Alfie groaned, licking the salty, delicious taste of their coupling from his lips. "Then you can just die a horrible, horrible death when we arrive at the Cluster." Olivia said, yawning. "Fine." Alfie sighed his protest as he climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of loose-fitting white pants and a black pull-over shirt. It was a far cry from the glamorous clothing he preferred to wear, but for his combat training, it was more than appropriate. "Good boy." Olivia said, nuzzling the pillow once more. In moments she was out like a light, in the thrall of a pleasantly deep sleep. Alfie strapped on his boots and left the dark room and Olivia behind as he rubbed his eyes, stepping into the lift. He stared at the control panel for some time, debating just running back to his room to curl up and go to sleep, but he knew Olivia wouldn't allow that. He also briefly considered going to one of the lower decks to hide out, but that would just piss Fixer off, and he was already frightened of the cold, stern warrior as it was. The lift hissed open and Alfie found himself face-to-face with the woman, followed quickly by the sickly sensation of having the wind knocked out of him as she drove her huge, boney fist into his gut, dropping him hard to his knees on the deck as he gasped for air. "One swift stomp and I can crush your skull or snap your skinny little neck. I didn't even need a gun. Now that I've taken the Captain I can take the whole ship, all your crew will be dead and your ship scuttled for pocket money." Alfie remained on his knees, clutching his stomach as he heaved for breath, his vision blurring slightly as he craned his head to look up at the woman. "I didn't know you had pockets that deep." Fixer snorted and then gave him a hard kick to the side for good measure. "I admire your defiant spirit, but words mean nothing, especially when you can't defend yourself." With that she turned and headed back down the corridor to the armory, leaving Alfie to weakly struggle back to his feet on his own. It would be an understatement to say that Fixer scared the ever-loving shit out of Alfie, the woman had put him on edge the moment she had come on board, but he had trusted Olivia's judgment. It wouldn't be so bad if he could sit up on the bridge and pretend she wasn't on board, but to his horror, Olivia had put Fixer in charge of large portion of Alfie's combat training. He held his head up as he entered the armory, half fearing another surprise attack, but Fixer was where he expected her to be - standing over one of the work benches along the far wall. Fixer wasn't just scary, she was scary to behold. Alfie surveyed her as she pulled components from the shelves and drawers around the workbench and laid them out. She was a tall woman, dwarfing the tallest crew member by a couple of inches and had a lean, muscular frame without the slightest hint of softness or fat. She was wearing the polished combat boots with the snow-camo BDU pants laced up above them and a tight black tank top which showed off her hard abs and barely covered her huge breasts. Her skin was a rich brown color, marred by patches of white or pink scars in places. Her eyes were a predatory yellow and she had exotically pointed ears, the right ear however had a small crescent chunk missing from the ear lobe from where she had been grazed by a bullet. She always wore her rich, brown hair up in a tight ponytail that stuck straight up and then back, making her look even taller and more intimidating than she already was. "Assemble it." She said firmly. Alfie surveyed the components on the table, briefly running his fingertips over the collection of parts before he picked up the stock of the rifle and began to quickly, but carefully put them together. He slid the power pack into place, followed by the energy focuser and then barrel before flipping the rifle over, plugging in the trigger assembly and grip before finally lifting the weapon and sliding the scope on. He didn't like weapons, but after all he had seen during his recent travels, he couldn't deny that it was a good idea to know his way around a blaster. So he had come down to the armory every day to train with Fixer, she was incredibly mean, often striking Alfie when he made a mistake, informing him that his enemies would not suffer his mistakes lightly, and so, neither would she. He passed the rifle over to Fixer who merely nodded her approval before running her fingers over the control, activating it before tossing it back over to Alfie. He carried the rifle over to the small target range and took a deep breath before shouldering the rifle and aiming it into small, empty face. Fixer tapped something on her wrist pad and the first target appeared, Alfie snapped off a shot without hesitation, a bright ball of what looked like yellow electricity erupted from the barrel of the rifle and obliterated the target. The kick of the rifle slammed into his raw shoulder and he wanted to cry out in pain, but didn't. His eyes watching the range as he swept it with the barrel of his weapon, waiting for the next target to emerge. The next half hour flew by in a blur; Alfie only missed one target and seemed to be getting a grasp at handling and firing the weapon, even it did leave his shoulder raw and numb. Fixer had configured the weapon like that on purpose, energy weapons had virtually no kinetic recoil whatsoever, but with the energy rifle she was able to configure something that would simulate the kick of a very powerful weapon, while at the same making the projectile relatively harmless.