3 comments/ 12833 views/ 1 favorites Athena Ch. 01 By: lindiana There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had built an empire. Then he left it to his children to run so he could retire early and enjoy life. Athena had two brothers and a sister. Her brothers ran the company while she and her sister enjoyed the fruits of their labors. It wasn't that they were ungrateful, for they were. But the sisters ended up being far more famous than their brothers and had to deal with the endless paparazzi. They considered it their part in bringing recognition to the family fortunes. Their brothers, dear intelligent men that they were, married well and settled down while the sisters took it upon themselves to live well instead. Athena adored her sister, Aurora, and the two of them were constantly to be found littering the most recent gossip columns or talk shows. They lived on the edge, never seeming to even take the time to breathe. It appeared that wherever I went if I turned on the television in the early morning, I would catch a glimpse of Athena or Aurora and the tale of their latest adventure. Where Athena was light, Aurora was dark. It was hard to fathom that they shared the same parents but they did. Their father had made sure of that before DNA tests even became fashionable. Truth was Athena looked like their mother and Aurora their father. Cassandra Vogel was a Paris model when she met Hector Velasquez. He was 20 years her senior and had spent the majority of his life up until then building his seemingly endless fortune. He had not set aside time to socialize, to find a wife, to build a family. However, once he set his eyes upon Cassie, she was a goner. He set to sweeping her off her feet and it worked. Before she knew what was happening, she was married and pregnant with their first of four children, Hector, Jr. Athena had followed closely thereafter followed by Dexter then Aurora. Once Aurora was safely past the age of two, Cassie had moved the children and herself to London and there they had stayed. Their father had continued to amass their family fortune and had come often to visit but their parents never shared one roof for long after that. Athena was more than just an original, like a breath of fresh air after a long and tiring day. It was not just her looks, although they were exceptional. It was not just her personality, for she was not only witty but also intelligent beyond measure. It was a combination of these things as well as her genuine love of life. She took each day as a gift and hated to put it away to get another. She did not walk, she danced. Her feet were constantly floating inches off the ground. Her long golden curls always seemed to be in disarray but in truth that is the way she preferred them. Her green eyes were the color of grass after a fresh rain and they shone brightly when she was either amused or sad. She was rather petite, as was her sister, which was odd considering their mother was tall for a woman. But Athena's body was well proportioned and perfectly put together. I first met Athena had a charity ball. Athena was always drawn to causes. This one in particular was to benefit the children of a third world nation that had been devastated with earthquakes, famine and floods. She was an honorary chairperson as being generous was what she did best. She always gave of herself, her person and her funds. It was in her nature to believe it was her duty to help those less fortunate than herself. There she was, dressed like the angel she was in perfect white. On her neck was a dainty chain of diamonds. And on her wrist was a matching bracelet. Her ears were marked with a long chain of them that sparkled as she turned her head, catching the light. And she stood in the center of the room, totally unaffected and unaware of the fact that she was the most divine creature there. I was older, wiser and had some money I had inherited. Through luck and sheer stupidity, I had managed to irk it out so that I could live comfortably while working lightly. I tended to state I was a writer although I was lucky to get a story or two published a year. I was prolific at it though for I had a fear of becoming lazy. I tried to churn out something each week, even if it ended up being pedantic. So I was there, at this gala, to make an appearance and perhaps dig deep into my pockets to help out the poor. With one look at Athena, I was lost. I would have given the world to her if it would make her smile. But Athena, being Athena, barely gave me a second glance, so intent was she upon making this fundraiser a success. I stood quietly by, hoping she would notice me and not think I was shamelessly vulgar for tagging after her like a puppy. I was smitten. I could not stop myself. I stayed far longer at the ball than I usually would. I watched as the party goers got up to leave, many of them pausing long enough to pay their respects to the stunning Athena. She met them all with a smile, acting as if they were the only people in the room to her. I could see the effect she had on these people. She made them glow. She had that quality. She made them think the world spun for them. It was another of her gifts. Finally, as the crowd thinned, I made my move. I knew I looked good in my Armani tuxedo. I hoped the remnants of my Calvin Klein's Obsession cologne still lingered to mask any nervous sweat I might have exuded. Then I crossed to her and as she looked up at me with those magical eyes, I took her right hand in mine. "Athena, I do not believe we have been introduced. My name is Paul Warren. And I would ask for the privilege of a moment of your time." She looked up at me and smiled. I swear my heart moved from my chest to my throat and back again, beating like a wild drum through the complete movement. I was terrified she would brush me off and I knew I had no reason to be. She appeared to greet everyone who approached her with the same easy grace. I stood over her, her head barely reached my chin, and I swallowed and cleared my throat in nervousness as I waited for her reply. Then, her lips parted and she whispered, "Certainly..." And I was lost. Athena Ch. 01 Preface: This short series, the Athena Trilogy, is about an exploration ship, the Athena. That much is obvious. Now, the Athena is crewed by all females, although there is a dick in the shape shifter biotechnician present, and as they travel from planet to planet... lets just see what happens. The first chapter is entirely sexual about the relationships and interactions of the various crew members. I borrow heavily from Hentai, in this case about futanari (chicks with dicks) and also some BDSM in the first chapter. Hoping to cater for other tastes later on in the series! Enjoy! The Athena had been in space for a little more than a month now. The first all-female crew for a space exploration vessel... with one exception, a shape shifter, although she was female most of the time. Most. Chief Biotechnician Moelle Tian was right then placing both her palms over her loins, and from between the thumb and forefinger knuckles sprang an erect cock. Opening her eyes, she smiled in response to the giggles of her lover. Cargo Technician and Security Chief Alicia Masterton arched her back as a cock finally was thrust into her after so long with only grinding pussies, she opened her mouth to a silent scream of pleasure. Alicia was a small framed, busty red head with emerald green eyes. She was the youngest of the four woman crew, at age twenty two. And arguably the one with the tastiest screams and unaugumented pussy juice: Ever shapeshifting Moelle Tian, age unknown, had once modified her biochemistry to leak maple syrup from her pussy, so that was cheating. Both her limber legs - already wrapped around Moelle's waist, tightened, pushing the overly long and thick member into her body. "Mmm, yes! Moelle! You're just what I need." Shoulders rolling as she writhed underneath her friend's ministrations, Alicia moaned as she felt Tian's tongue lick her nipples. They were wrapped together in their quarters, atop Moelle's bed. "Fuck me, Moelle!" Alicia smiled, kissing the shapeshifter as she wrapped her arms around the 'woman's neck. The shapeshifter smiled, thrusting hard into her lover's pussy, before setting a steady, slow rhythm of sex. Alicia whimpered, as she lusted after hot, primal fucking rather than this almost loving and tender cadence. She squeezed Moelle's waist a few times before her friend smiled, biting onto her nipple harder as she began to thrust harder and - more importantly - faster. Moans turned to screams as she began to near climax, and Moelle watched as she grabbed the woman's ample breasts and began to juggle them in her hands. Alicia reached up, returning the favor amidst the sea of sensation she was drowning in. Screams turned into a banshee howl as Alicia felt orgasm rake her body, back arching and pussy pulsating as her feminine honey spilled out. Moelle joined her as she finally triggered her lust, modified biology spewing out a thick white cum as she ejaculated into Alicia. They couldn't worry about pregnancy, as the shapeshifter/biochemist had only 'programmed' her testicles to squirt cum, no sperm. It was like having a coffee without caffeine, but it looked like the real thing. Alicia giggled as she saw a gob of blue cum leak out of her pussy. "Eww. You never really got it right, did you?" The two broke into laughter as Moelle shifted around, and both cleaned each others genitalia with their tongues. Soon it had gone from that to Moelle fucking Alicia's throat, with the former getting some good sensations from the again shapeshifting tongue. The almost reptilian tongue was about a foot long by the time it was again flooded with honey, and had grown cartilage ribs. Sucking the muscular limb back into her mouth, Moelle sighed as she placed her palms on her ribs, focusing and readjusting her body again. The penis, foot long and two in girth, became a bare pussy. Her mouth, bulging from the seven inch tongue, shifted as it became more normal again. Alicia turned around again as Moelle tapped her shoulder. It was never polite to stare at someone shapeshifting, even more so than watching someone get changed. "Well, the Captain didn't catch us this time... where is she, anyway?" Moelle sighed. Alicia made a face. "She's probably in the brig. You know that control freak's lucked out with Jeanette" - - - - - "Please, mistress!" The energy chains were suspending her nicely in mid-air, and Jeanette Prussad, the blond haired Flight Engineer, howled as she was again struck by the riding crop. That was the fifteenth blow across her red backside, and that added to a total of twenty strikes, if you counted the ones that had caused stinging pain to her breasts. Pussy juice already dripping from her pussy, the slave felt the dildo finally enter her pussy. "My my, dear slave. Are you already so dripping wet?" A finger scooped up the syrupy secretion, and a popping sound confirmed that Captain Lorna Sylvana had just licked up the girl-cum. Pushing the oversized synthetic member deep into her slave's pussy, Lorna almost smiled as she began to pump the false penis in and out of Jeanette's 'fuck hole', as the two had termed it, the Captain marveled at her luck. She had never expected to find any such submissive personalities around the Explorer Corps, especially one sheathed in a body such as Jeanette's. Although her breasts were big, they weren't nearly as big as the Captain's DD cup. Jealousy would have ruined their relationship, and as she spread her slave's butt cheeks, revealing the small black hole - a very amusing term for them - of Jeanette's anal tunnel. Pulling out the dildo - earning a pleading whimper from Jeanette - Lorna smiled as she again mounted the stool in front of her slave. "Lick." Immediately, the blindfolded blond began to lick the shaven pussy of her master, hoping to earn the dildo again. Throwing back her short cropped, dark brown hair, Lorna smiled to the air as she listened to her slave lick and thrust. When the younger woman slowed, the riding crop would come, slithering out to snick at the blond's buttocks. Servitude turned her on, and after riding through one orgasm Lorna spotted the steady drip of pussy juice from Jeanette's pussy. "Stop." The slave stopped. Amazingly fast, too. It earned a rare treat: praise. "Good girl." Getting up off the stool, Lorna went around back to Jeanette's ass. The young woman was suspended, parallel to the deck. Spreading her asscheeks apart, the dildo was first dipped in pussy juice before being rammed into Jeanette's black hole. A howl came up as tight flesh was stretched wide, trying to accommodate a three inch thick cock, and a quick slap silenced her cries. It hurt, but saying that would hurt even more. Lorna smiled, moving the dildo in and out of her living fuck-toy. She began to verbally describe what was going to happen next, her silky smooth voice like a calm particle cloud masking an asteroid field of doom. Dildo twisting around in her anal hole, the blond shuddered as she felt herself close again with an orgasm. She twisted and writhed against her bonds, feeling her dripping pussy turn into a steady dribble as Lorna began to pump the dildo in and out of the tight hole. "P-p-permission to cum, Captain!" She managed to stammer. "Granted. But do it quietly, slave." Jeanette breathed out a shaky thanks before half-curling up against the flexible bondage, her pussy's dribble turning into a short spray as she shuddered through an ever harder silent orgasm. She felt the Captain's tongue on her pussy, and the intensity doubled when that was combined with the still twisting dildo. A short, gargled cry went out, and both pleasures were immediately removed. There was a brief moment where Jeanette could feel the cool air of the brig flow into her anus, before she felt the sharp lick of the crop. Suffering through another five strokes in silence, she gasped as she felt her anal hole invaded by the tip of the stick. "Again, but remember: Silently." The little leather tongue in the end began to swivel around, and again Jeanette began to cum. Her back arched and her fingers clenched into a white knuckled fist, mouth opening to a gaping maw, but no scream or sound came from her as orgasm shot through her system. Finally done, the blond collapsed. She had half fainted, and only managed to breathe the words: "Red light." Game over, Lorna stepped outside and pressed a few buttons. The energy chains lengthened, and let down the young woman. Unharnessing her, the captain checked on the AI. "Lovey, system check." The entire ship seemed to hum for a second, before the response came, in a basso male voice. "Check complete: no errors." Good. Jeanette handed Lorna her clothes, and the two re-dressed. "Alerts?" The captain asked. "Destination two approaching, the jungle world tagged as FL-045. Approximately 0.6 Astronomical Units from the star FL-04, it is the fourth planet sized body orbiting FL-04. The entire surface is covered in either ocean or jungle. Geographically speaking, there are few seismic activities to create mountains or deep abysses, so this should be a short stop." NEXT: What is to come in the stop at Primodis? Athena Ch. 02 We spoke only for a few minutes. What I desired from her would not be accomplished in a conversation. Then she agreed to meet me for lunch the next day. I woke early and dressed carefully. I wanted to make a good impression but not to come off as too preppy. I had made us reservations at a favorite restaurant where I knew they would not mind what I wore. So I slipped on a pair of Dockers and a navy cashmere sweater. I had my car pull up out front of her family's Park Avenue apartment. The doorman stood aside as she swept regally out and moved right into my car as if she owned it...or perhaps me. She was dressed in her usual elegant manner...a Donna Karan dress and shoes, carrying a Coach bag and wearing Manolo Blahnik heels. She was beautiful. She was classy. And I wanted to fuck her bad. I mean I wanted to fuck her. But I also wanted to fuck her in a hard ruthless manner that could be described only as bad. But first, lunch. Our table was in a darkened corner and we ordered drinks as we looked at the menu. The nice thing about being rich and unemployed is you can drink alcohol whenever you want. And I did. But I did not drink to excess. That would certainly give Athena the wrong impression about me. Instead, I barely touched my drink until the waiter came to take our orders. I noticed Athena had had more than a few sips of hers but I shrugged it off as nerves. If she had a problem with alcohol, the tabloids would have told the world about it by now. We talked of many things while we waited for our food. She was a well read woman which I appreciated. We had a great many things in common...a love of history, of fine wines, of travel and of great literature. By the time our food arrived, I felt we were becoming great friends. Her cheeks were becoming flushed, I was not sure if it was from the alcohol or the company. Certainly the room was not overly warm. I laid my left hand upon her right thigh where it nearly rubbed up against mine in the narrow booth. She flushed more. I was pleased. I left my hand there, motionless, for some moments as we continued to talk and eat. There were many things you can say about me but patience is not one of them. When the opportunity availed itself, I slid my hand between her parted thighs and let my thumb begin to gently rub against her hard clit. Soon, I could feel the wetness building against my fist. She was not fighting me, not at all. Her body was slowly succumbing to my massage. I could hear her soft sighs of pleasure in my ear as she stopped eating and leaned in against my shoulder. I turned then to face her, capturing her lips with mine and sinking my tongue deep into her mouth. The kiss quickly became hot, lips melted to lips as I continued to make small circles with my thumb against the hot hardness of her clit. Her purrs of pleasure made their way inside my ear and set a lovely humming vibration going within my brain. My tongue danced with hers as I continued assaulting her body with my own, my touch light but demanding against her. Faster, my thumb moved against her until her groans entered my mouth. Then, turning her in the seat so she faced me more directly, I moved my other hand between her thighs and pushed two fingers into her hot wet pussy. There I was with both hands between her glorious thighs as she whimpered into my mouth in hungry need. I pumped my fingers in and out of her, feeling her wetness coating them swiftly, as my thumb continued to move against her. She was humping my hands now, eager to feel them in and on her, pushing her to the brink of excitement. I did not care where we were or if anyone saw us. Apparently, neither did she as she did not make a move to stop me. Not even when I increased the pace of my hands and began to fuck her with deep thrusts of my fingers. She began to moan louder but not so loud as to draw attention. I knew she was only moments away from her release. I could feel the heat of her growing around my fingers. And so I moved faster, deeper, pulling my mouth from hers so I could watch her eyes as she came. And she did. Fast and hard and nearly soundlessly, she covered my fingers with her sweetness. And as the waves of it floated over her, easing away the tension of her day and making her soft and pliable inside, I slipped my fingers from inside her and slid them into her mouth. "Suck them clean, Athena," I whispered softly only for her ears. She nodded her head and soundlessly did as she was told, cleaning her cum off of me like a kitten. I smiled at her, pleased. She was just what I needed. Soft and pliable and easily led. I did enjoy submissive women. "Finish your lunch. Then I am taking you back to my place and fucking you," I told her in a voice that said it was not an invitation but a demand. She smiled and nodded her head, "As you wish."