31 comments/ 12998 views/ 66 favorites Bacchus By: BurntRedstone Chapter 1 The planet Bacchus was apparently named after some ancient God of Harvest and Wine. This God was supposed to represent having a good time. As Bron shoved another corpse into the reclamation vat he considered the hellish reality behind the face of the 'party planet'. Bacchus was dedicated to the pleasures of the flesh. If it felt good, tasted good, smelled good, sounded good, or looked good you could find it here...for a price. And people were willing to pay for their pleasures. From every civilized and not so civilized planet in the Confederacy a steady stream of interstellar cruise liners and private corporate and personal yachts arrived on a regular basis, disgorging travellers to spend their money on thrills. They'd been making their way to the planet in sufficient numbers for years to make it a very lucrative business. The planet's administrators were well connected, financed by the crime syndicates, and had a security force equipped with state of the art weaponry. This kept the morally uptight planets from interfering with Bacchus' very popular enterprise. Being run by morally bankrupt business administrators meant the planet also offered pleasures that were illegal on most of the other planets. After all, these had the largest return on investment. The biggest ticket entertainment was its highly advanced genetics program which allowed it to produce any form of creature you could envision. You want to slay a dragon? They could produce one. Want to ride a unicorn? No problem. You want to fuck your boss' wife (or at least a replica of her), it could be done. If you wanted to murder your boss (again, a replica) that could also be done. Supply recordings of their voices and mannerisms and the realism of your personal fantasy was all the better. If you could pay the price they could fulfill it. None of the creations were allowed off-planet. Genetically Engineered Entities, or Genies as they were called, were illegal on most planets in the Confederacy. While there were definitely other planets with labs producing Genies for industrial purposes such as terraforming, mining, or hazmat workers, and for pleasure such as sex workers, when it came to producing the most lifelike and realistic Genies, the geneticists and scientists on Bacchus were king. As the demand was so high, Bacchus also had a policy of buying Genies from 'bounty hunters'. They were paid handsomely, especially for Genies with higher functioning minds. None of the Genies that arrived came willingly as they were treated little better than slaves. They would be put to work in any manner of ways and most wouldn't survive their first year on the planet. Bron had beaten those odds. His official designation was TSBR0N33-EM12.01 but he'd been dubbed 'Bron' for short. His original function, what he'd been engineered to do, was to work with a team of miners on a primordial planet with higher than Earth standard gravity. The lab which had produced his team had been facing bankruptcy so they'd taken a shortcut and used maps of living minds to form the highly complex personality matrixes required for the Genies. This technique had been banned because the process more often than not led to unstable personalities which fractured into madness and violence. Again, Bron beat the odds. While he hadn't displayed the most outgoing of personalities, Bron was functional, dependable, stoic, and most important to his ongoing survival, a good worker. The rest of his team hadn't been so lucky. After the lab had delivered them to the customer they'd been inserted onto the planet to begin extracting a rare and explosively volatile ore found there. Within a week his teammates started to behave erratically. Bron maintained contact with the company from the surface and as the others became violent he was ordered to terminate them. Within two months the base was deserted except for him. The company put the project on hold, stopped their food deliveries, and left him to starve, alone on the hostile planet. One of the company's lawyers learned of the sole surviving Genie and decided to sell that information to a bounty hunter who sent a drone down to the surface to collect the weakened survivor. A month later he was working corpse disposal on Bacchus. After patrons had their fun with their custom Genie creations or when one of the Genie sex workers was considered too worn out they were euthanized and their bodies were put in the reclamation vats. As Bron had previous experience with this they assigned him the task. He had the physical strength required. Humanoid in shape, Bron stood a little over 2 metres tall and a little under a metre wide at his broad shoulders. His dense skeletal system was augmented with carbon fibre like ligaments. His muscle tissue was twice as tough and dense as a humans to withstand the pull of 1.8 G so he had to be extra cautious with his movements on Bacchus which only had a pull of .92 G. His skin was armored with tiny scales designed to withstand sandstorms with hurricane force winds. The scales were blue-black to absorb the energy of a weaker sun but in the stronger sunlight of Bacchus they proved to be slightly iridescent. He might have even been considered beautiful if it hadn't been for large goggles which hid his eyes, his minimal suggestion of a nose, his black lipped mouth and the grim expression he wore on his face at all times. His eyes were designed for nocturnal duties and were capable of seeing clearly in minimal light. All of his team had been outfitted with tough goggles to protect their sensitive vision during the daytime hours of the planet they were built for. The goggles worked equally well on the brightly lit vacation planet. Like all Genies on Bacchus, Bron wore a discipline collar. For most Genies this was a stylish gold ring bonded to the neck. It delivered electrical shocks when activated and in the case of a Genie going rogue, it would detonate and decapitate them. Bron's was three times wider than normal due to his denser anatomy. The bands also contained a medical monitor for ensuring the Genies remained healthy to maintain the investment, a tracking beacon, and a two way communicator. Administration could contact any of its Genie population anywhere on the planet at any time. As a new day was just dawning Bron's shift was ending so he was 'free' to go back to his apartment deep in the underbelly of the entertainment complex. Even Genies required time to recharge so housing was necessary. It didn't have to be good though. All worker housing was underground so the 'good people' of the Confederacy wouldn't have to see them. Human workers got the first floors and the less human you were the deeper you went. Bron's unit was ten floors down, only two away from the lowest housing levels. Below that were three more floors of loud, smelly, and hot machinery. It wasn't so bad on Bron's level but security had called upon him to subdue a tenant of the lowest level who'd been driven mad by the incessant noise. Two security members had been killed before they sent him in. Though he'd managed to take the poor creature alive Bron recalled processing the Genie's corpse later that night. Or what was left of it. Security didn't take well to losing personnel to rogue Genies. His help in that event had granted him the luxury of expanding his apartment into the next unit so he could actually have a bed that fit his larger frame. It also earned him the fear and distrust of the other Genies who now looked upon him as just an extension of Security. He never spoke to the others so he did his best to just ignore their glares and whispers. Many Genies would have mentally shut down or cracked under the psychological stresses Bron had to endure. Something about how his mind was constructed gave him the ability to endure it and to numb himself to the accompanying loneliness. Bron stopped at the ground floor cafeteria for his end of day meal. He stood before the machine which read his collar's medical monitor. Moments later the tray in the machine's dispenser contained two water bottles and food blocks which would give him the calories, minerals, and vitamin supplements he needed to remain healthy. He sat alone at a table with his back to the wall. Other diners near him got up to move away. He ignored them as well. The food was largely flavorless but his tongue had no taste buds. He just ate because he was hungry so he ate until it was gone. He drank one of the bottles empty and kept the second for his room. He put his tray away and headed down the stairs to his floor. When he reached the landing for the fourth floor he heard loud grunts and a female voice screaming then crying. Knowing this would result in Security sending some goons in to bust heads he decided to take a look himself so he could settle the disturbance before it turned deadly. His collar gave him a mild shock as he touched the handle on the door to enter the fourth floor. He cleared his throat and said, "Investigating a disturbance." Seconds later he felt the collar vibrate signalling he had permission to enter the floor. When he stepped into the wide hall he saw roughly a dozen maintenance workers gathered around someone on the ground. Maintenance Worker Genies made him uneasy. They all looked identical except for their unique ID tattoo on their forehead. Blank expressionless faces and who knows what behind those cold grey eyes. The personality matrixes for these workers was as simple as they could make them and still have them function at their jobs. They tended to move in groups and mirror each other's movements and behavior. Like ants. Humanoid insects. Creepy! He thought there might be two people on the ground but he couldn't see from his position. The workers hadn't heard his approach as they were so intent on whatever was happening at their feet. One of the workers remembered to keep a lookout for danger and glanced back towards the stairwell doorway but by this time Bron was only two steps away. The worker screeched and tried to run away from Bron but this took him over the figures on the ground. The rest of the workers wasted precious seconds squawking at the clumsy oaf who was tumbling over the prone worker and the female he was trying to rape. Bron saw tears, bruises, blood, and the desperate look on the young female's face. His quiet fatalism vanished in a flash of hot rage. He swept his arms across the gathering, slamming the workers to either side of the hall. Then he reached down and grabbed the collar of the worker still struggling to pry the woman's legs apart. Bron yanked him up and slammed him against the wall. He dropped him in a groaning heap on top of his team. Now that the workers had been neutralized, Bron turned to the young woman on the floor. She had curled up into a fetal position and was shaking. At first glance he mistook her for one of the new sex worker Genies. Golden brown skin, long strawberry blond hair, large and possibly fake breasts (exposed through her torn t-shirt and showing scratches and bruises), large blue eyes (one swollen shut), full lips (now split), and long smooth legs (scratched and bruised as well). Her denim cut off shorts were torn and tangled around one knee with the shredded remains of her g-string. Definitely all the sign she was a sex trade Genie. Then Bron noticed the glaring omission. No discipline collar. Either the impossible had happened and she'd escaped the inbound processing center or she wasn't a Genie at all but a patron! She was a human female in her early twenties he guessed but he couldn't understand how she'd gotten herself down into the habitation levels. He heard an odd noise and saw the workers had recovered and were advancing on him. The woman noticed as well and shrieked in fear. Bron tucked her behind him against the wall and braced for their attack. Maintenance Workers weren't especially strong but there were thirteen of them and they came at him en masse. Bron withstood their clumsy blows and struck back with all of his strength behind his fists, causing their broken bodies to go crashing down the hall. The worker who had been trying to rape the woman attempted to sneak between his legs along the floor to get to her. She cried out and Bron slammed his bloody fist down, breaking the neck of the crawling worker who had gotten a grip on her leg. He took several more blows across the face and shoulders before he was able to knock the remaining workers away. He bent down and grabbed the body of the worker at his feet and threw it down the hall before he dropped to his knees, exhausted. The woman cried behind him and he turned to see if she was alright. Suddenly his collar sent a massive charge through his nervous system and he flopped to the ground. As his consciousness fled he saw the approaching feet of security troops, late as usual. Chapter 2 Bron didn't expect to wake up so when he did he was very confused. His last memories were of fighting and likely killing roughly a dozen Worker Genies, getting shocked, and seeing the Security goons incoming. Considering how violent he'd been he was sure they'd euthanize him and dump his corpse in the vat too. He was chained down on a bed in a white room. There was a beep noise and the door opened. A man who might have been a doctor approached the foot of his bed. "Designation," the man said coolly. "TSBR0N33-EM12.01," Bron responded. "Are you functional?" he was asked. Bron thought about that for a second or two then replied. "Yes." "Your original team did not survive the dissolution of their matrixes. They became violent and had to be euthanized," the man noted. "Yes, I know. I was the one who did it," he replied calmly. The man studied Bron critically. "How have you been able to remain stable when the minds of every single one of your team fragmented and rapidly degraded?" the man asked. "I don't know," was all he could say to that. The man changed subjects. "Why did you kill the Maintenance Workers?" "They had become feral. They attacked a young woman... she was a patron! Is she alright?" The moment he mentioned the girl his thoughts were derailed and he had to know her condition. His concern must have shown in his voice. The man's eyebrows rose. "Yes, she is recovering. How did you know she was a patron when you confronted the workers?" "I didn't know for sure until I'd removed the workers from her the first time. No discipline collar," Bron said. "What do you expect will happen to you now?" the man asked with a careful tone. "I- I don't know. I didn't expect to wake up," he said quietly. "I believe I can continue to be an asset to the company." "That's a good answer," the man said and left the room. Bron wasn't sure if his good answer was enough to keep him alive. Chapter 3 Several hours later the man returned with two Security personnel. The guards took up stations on opposite sides of the room and kept a hand on their control units for his collar. The man ignored them and moved to the bed to unlock the chains. He showed no concern that Bron may be dangerous. Once the chains were off he stood back and gestured for Bron to follow so he slid out of bed and walked a few feet behind the man as they left the room. In the hallway beyond were two additional Security officers. They also kept an eye on Bron as the group moved down the hall. They led him across the grounds between the hospital and an office tower where they rode an elevator up to the top floor to a conference room. Inside the room Bron's attention was immediately drawn to the man sitting at the head of the table. He was one of the senior administrators of Bacchus, Jorgus Landry. Bron immediately stopped and bowed deeply towards the man who held his and the lives of all of the Genie's on Bacchus in his hand. A small satisfied smile crept onto Landry's lips and he nodded at Bron. Only then did the other occupants of the room register on him. The man seated at the table next to Landry was a stranger and his face was red from some strong emotion. His hair was a tower of white and his thin body seemed to be shaking. Seated next to him was the young woman. She had a white bandage over her injured eye and was wearing a large white robe tightly wrapped around her. She seemed to be shrinking in on herself inside the robe. She didn't notice his arrival but the white haired man did. "Is this the blue man you told me about dear?" he asked her gently. The woman's blue eye widened and she looked around wildly until she focused on him. Emotions were warring across her face. She stood slowly and walked in tiny steps from her chair to stand in front of him. She looked up and he saw her bruised lower lip trembling. A tear slowly made its way down her face. She was struggling to say something. The hardened shell of Bron's emotional armor felt like it was cracking. Then he felt something. He didn't know what it was and it frightened him a little as he felt... exposed. Still, when he looked at the woman the feeling was... good. He felt himself smiling and the muscles ached from disuse. "Take strength in the fact that you survived," he said gently. She took three more steps and then she was leaning against his chest. The top of her head came to his chin. The tears began. Instinctually Bron enclose her in his arms and she really opened the flood gates. The Security detail were getting jumpy but Landry waved them away casually. He turned to the white haired man. "Well, you've seen it. Is that everything?" The man glared at Landry and stood. He walked over to Bron who continued to hold the woman whose tears had begun to taper off. Her shoulders were dropping so Bron knew she was beginning to relax. He looked at the white haired man who looked distinctly uncomfortable with how Bron was holding her. "What is your name?" the man asked. "TSBR0N33-E-" Bron began. "No, your name," the man interrupted irritably. "Oh! Bron. I am called Bron." "My name is Pietr Rykov. Thank you Bron for saving my daughter, Angelina," he said stiffly. Bron just nodded. "Angelina, we must go now. Say goodbye to Bron," Pietr said gently. Bron opened his arms and she wrapped her arms around his wide chest and clung to him, burying her face against him. She shook her head indicating she wouldn't leave. She felt wonderful against him and Bron was feeling a little dizzy from it. His arms encircled her once more. He felt her sigh and relax again. He looked at her father helplessly. "Angelina! Stop this, please!" Pietr pleaded. "No papa! I feel safe here! I thought I'd never feel safe again!" she cried. The tears began again. Bron saw Pietr's anger building. The man was embarrassed by his daughter's defiance and didn't see the source was her fear and desperation. He whispered to the young woman. "Angelina, you need to go with your father. You are strong. You will be fine, in time. I belong to Mr. Landry and he wants me to get back to work. I can't afford to have him angry with me." He eased open his arms and she rubbed her tears on his chest one final time. She looked up at him, her blue eye searching his face. He forced a smile across his features once more for her. He was unfamiliar with the expression so he wasn't sure if it was convincing. She nodded and looked down. Her father gathered her up under his arm and walked her to the door where she looked back at him a little desperately. Then they were gone. Bron looked back at Jorgus and bowed his head. "It's refreshing to see a Genie that knows its place," the administrator said to him. "You're right, you can't afford to have me angry. And considering the number of workers you killed to protect one fucking little slut, I should have you skinned for a new dinner jacket," he glared at Bron. "As it is, get back to work until I can find a way to make you earn back the cost of those 13 Workers. Get out!" Bacchus House The man Hanna was riding grabbed her hips and moved her more forcefully along his length. She felt another man position himself behind her so, knowing his intention, she leaned forward to grant him easier access. His cock slid quickly and uneventfully into her ass. He held her hips just above the other man's hands, and they both fought for control of rhythm. Stretched and filled, sweat beading and rolling down her skin, she rested her head on the chest of the man below her. She wondered if each could feel the other moving inside her, but didn't ask. The man behind her spoke. "You're a little slut, aren't you? You can't see my face, and you don't even care." "Mmm hmm..." She moaned and closed her eyes against the mounting ache. The man, apparently not satisfied with her answer, wound her hair around his hand and pulled her head back, causing her mouth to open involuntarily. "That's what you're good for, you know? You're a little fuck-slut." Most of the men at the parties were more respectful, even though the nature of what he was saying was true. Everyone was using and being used. But Hanna liked it, being used that way, for the places they could fill. She took the opportunity to look around. Dozens of naked bodies filled the parlor, all thrusting and twisting to their own rhythm. There were at least four men for every woman, but none of the men were ever left wanting. A woman lay on a table several yards from her, a half dozen men circling her. The woman turned her head left and right, sucking the cocks of the men that flanked her head. Others waited their turn, some whiling away the time fucking the other end of her. Some masturbated so they could come on her face or in her mouth. One man rubbed himself against the side of her face, eventually coming on her forehead. The man fucking her ass finally loosened his grip on her hair, her head dropping back to the other man's chest. He groaned and slammed her hard a few more times. She felt the heat inside her and knew he had finished. He whispered a few more obscenities, out of breath, and walked away. The man below her smoothed out her hair, her scalp sore from the other man's grip. He flipped her onto her back, not once slipping out of her. "Can't say I'm sorry to see him go." he said, smiling down at her. "I wanted you all to myself." She finally got a good look at him: handsome, dark hair, and what seemed to be a freshly shaven face. He slowed his pace, almost painfully so, pulling out of her so she could only feel the tip of him, and then plunging deep inside her again. She tried to get another look around, but he turned her face back to him. "Look at me." he said. She obeyed, tightening inside from the intimacy of it, meeting his eyes as he penetrated her body. His skin was slippery with sweat, both hers and his own. Her hands slid fantastically over his muscles because of it. Wrapping her legs around him, she raised her hips to meet his thrusts, driving him deeper into her. To her surprise, and disappointment, he pulled out of her. He kissed her neck, following an invisible line down to her breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it. His mouth continued down her stomach, to her hipbones, eventually arriving at her soaked cunt, which throbbed to the same beat as her pulse. All around her she heard a maelstrom of moans, grunts, yelps, and shrieks of pleasure. She added her own as his tongue began exploring her, dipping in and out of her. She grabbed the back of his head with both hands and started grinding herself into his mouth. Her back arched wildly, her throat exposed to the air. He slid two fingers into her and massaged her, causing intense, delirious pleasure to burst throughout her. Her body stiffened and straightened as she neared orgasm, his mouth and fingers working her into a fever. "Please, stop," she said, her voice jagged "I want you inside me when I come." He removed his fingers, but gave her a few more licks before pushing his cock back into her. He licked her lips, and then eased his tongue into her mouth. She could taste herself on him. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, causing her to cry out in pleasure and pain as his cock reached the depths of her. A few seconds later her orgasm began, starting at the center of her in one large burst, and then pulsing throughout her. She held her breath, clutching his back as she peaked. So lost in her climax, it was a several moments before she noticed the woman that was crawling toward them. She knelt at Hanna's side and slipped her hand between their joined bodies, rubbing her just above his cock. She pushed a couple fingers into the woman, who moaned and shoved her breasts into the man's face. "Do you want to taste her?" Hanna asked him, withdrawing her fingers and sucking the juice from them. He nodded and leaned down to kiss her, the taste of both women mixing in his mouth. When he was finished, he moved the woman's face down, pulled his cock out of Hanna, and slipped it into the woman's eager mouth. He pumped into her mouth a few times and then back into Hanna. He repeated the pattern for several minutes, cunt then mouth. He groaned, thrusting harder, and emptied inside her. The woman pulled his cock out and licked the come that was beginning to seep out of her cunt. The man looked down at Hanna, a strange look in his eyes. But her attention was on the woman lapping at her cunt. The man disappeared sometime when her eyes were closed. The woman finally came up for air, smiling and wiping her damp hair from her face. "There's a private party going on in a back room. It's a little more intense. Do you want to go with me?" Hanna propped herself on her elbows. She was nearly exhausted but, still, the night had just begun. "Sure." The woman helped her to her feet, and they moved carefully through the struggling bodies. Hanna thought there was always the possibility of getting sucked into one of these couplings. The smell of cocks and cunts and fluids was overpowering. The house was maze-like. Hanna had no idea exactly how big it was, or how many rooms occupied it. At the very least, a couple dozen, she was sure. After a flight of stairs and a hall, the woman stopped at what seemed to be an ordinary room. But Hanna could hear a multitude of sounds: women moaning and crying out, men laughing and shouting stern words and gentle reassurances. The door opened into a dimly lit, fairly spacious room. Six tables covered in rich brown leather were arranged in the center, and large paintings hung on the dark green walls. Thirty or so men were obscuring the women she had heard outside the room. Craning her neck to look over the crowd, she saw the lower half of two women strapped down on tables, with various men doing various things to them. There were too many bodies to see clearly. An older man, dressed in a dark suit, hurried over to them. "Do you wish to participate?" he asked. Hanna looked to the woman who had brought her there, who nodded eagerly. "Yes." she answered. "There is a rule to this room." he said "If you do not agree with it, it's best you leave now." "What's the rule?" Although Hanna was sure he had repeated the monologue many times, he seemed no less serious for it. "You are required to be here a minimum of fifteen minutes. When your time is up you'll be asked if you would like to leave or continue. If you choose to continue, you will have another fifteen minutes. Your time will continue this way until you choose to leave." He paused, letting her know she should pay careful attention to the next part "Nothing will be done that will cause you lasting harm. However, you cannot ask for anything to stop during your fifteen minutes." Hanna still couldn't get a good look at what was going on. She wanted to see something, anything, before making a decision, but she imagined that was the point. She heard muffled cries and moans, but she hadn't heard anyone asking for anything to stop. The man continued. "Do you understand these rules?" "Yes." "Do you wish to proceed?" Hanna looked at the other woman again. She only smiled and nodded her encouragement. "Are you going again?" she asked her. "Yes." She seemed eager enough to be convincing. Hanna nodded her consent to the man. "Very good." He said, "Your time begins when you're on a table." He led them to the center of the concentrated chaos, and Hanna finally got a look at what was happening. One woman was lying on a table with a large cushion under her ass, her cunt in the air. Some type of instrument, like a speculum, held her vagina wide open. Nearly a dozen men circled her, each masturbating. When one of them came, he would position the tip of his cock over her cunt and come directly in it, his cock never actually making contact. The woman was filled to overflowing. The woman who had led Hanna there was rushed over that table and pushed to her knees, under the filled woman. Two men tilted her head back and forced her mouth open. The filled woman was sat up, so that the come flooded out of her and into the other woman's mouth. Her mouth was held closed, a brook of come escaping the corner, until the men were satisfied she had swallowed every drop. Hanna was taken to the table next to her and made to lie on her back. The table was smaller than the others, so her head hung off one end and her ass off the other. . Her arms were fastened down next to her, but her legs left free. Uncomfortable and unable to move, surrounded by strange men, she felt a sudden surge of panic. The man who had greeted them addressed the room. "Gentlemen, we have a new addition. She has never participated in this room before. Let's break her in." There was cheering and laughing as men crowded around her. Her neck began to hurt from holding it up, but it wouldn't be a problem much longer. A man stood behind her and put his hands under her head, supporting it for her. His cock bobbed above her face and, although it wasn't very thick, it was longer than she was used to. He moved his hips back, positioning the tip of his cock against her lips. "Open your mouth." he said, giving her hair a small tug. She complied, and as soon as she did his cock slid into her mouth, thrusting in and out as far as the back of her tongue. "Don't suck." He said "Just hold your mouth open." She did, opening her mouth as wide as she could. He thrust his cock forward in one quick motion, forcefully, pushing it down her throat. She gagged and coughed as he pulled it out again. "Wait." she sputtered. "No waiting." He thrust into her throat a few more times, and let her take a breath before continuing. She couldn't see anything except his testicles and legs, but she was sure the other men were watching. He gripped the sides of her head firmly and slid down her throat again, this time pumping several more times than the last before letting her breathe again. The stretching hurt, and her eyes were watering badly, but it was turning her on. She had never had her throat fucked before. She barely caught her breath before he started again. The entire length of him was buried in her. Instead of moving in and out, this time he held his cock down her throat. It was a good twenty seconds before he withdrew. She didn't have the opportunity to fully collect herself before he started again. She heard him groan loudly and pump into her a few more times. Although she couldn't feel or taste it, she assumed he had come. He pulled his cock out of her throat, a string of come following it. He wiped it off with his finger and rubbed it over her tongue, letting her taste him. He gave her face a light slap and walked away. Her throat ached. She moaned and noticed how hoarse she had become. Another man came up behind her, and she thought he was going to use her in the same way. But all he did was pull a section of the table up and out, so her head was supported and she was sitting up. "Want to make sure you can see this." He said, smiling at her. He moved to the end of the table and put her feet up, so they were next to her ass and her knees rested against her ribs. She felt like she was in an exam, legs drawn up and spread wide. He buckled a strap around each ankle, pulling on them to make sure they were secure. She couldn't move her legs at all, except to spread them further. He stroked her inner thighs and then moved his fingers to her cunt, moving them up and down the slit. He rubbed her clit for a moment, causing her to moan, and then slid two fingers inside her. It wasn't just a finger-fucking, he was concentrating, feeling around. He pushed his fingers in to the knuckle. "She not very deep." He said. "I don't think she could take more than six or seven inches." He looked around at the other men, who were chuckling. He motioned to someone in the crowd, who pushed his way through the throng. Hanna stopped her squirming, her body stiffening as she looked at the man standing in front of her. His appearance was ordinary, but his cock was anything but average. Thicker around than her wrist, and close to twelve inches long, she knew it was going to hurt. He stood at the foot of the table, her cunt splayed and offered up to him. He spit on his fingers and wiped the moisture over her entrance. As hard as she tried to stay calm, she panicked, knowing the spit would never be enough to ease the pain it would certainly cause. There was a man on each side of her, holding her knees apart. She was positive they expected a struggle from her, as the restraints were already holding her legs securely. The man with the beastly cock looked straight at her as he rubbed the tip up and down her cunt. He was enjoying her fear, prolonging her agonizing expectation. The head finally parted her lips, and she felt it pressing intrusively against her opening. He pushed hard, but there was too much resistance. She winced and tried not to cry out. He took hold of her thighs, using them for leverage, and pushed harder. She bit her lower lip hard, unable to stop a whimper from escaping her. Resolved, he held his cock's shaft tight and shoved. And that's when it happened. She cried out in pain, fighting uselessly against her restraints, as he finally broke through. The other men laughed and shouted encouragements. She felt that everything inside her was being rearranged to accommodate him. She took a deep breath and gathered the courage to look down. He was hitting her cervix, and still only half of him was buried in her. Never had she seen herself so stretched. He was doing his best to slam into her, and causing pain with each thrust. He took her breasts in his large hands, massaging them, as if that could make up for the brutal fucking he was administering. "All the way inside her!" Someone shouted. He pushed harder and harder. He even wrapped his arms under her shoulders and pulled her into him violently. She was sure that at any second he would burst straight through her cervix. But it didn't happen, he just kept pounding her mercilessly. She looked at his face, and he didn't look happy with her lack of give. To her relief, he pulled out, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. And then he smiled at her, as if he had just remembered something. He spit on his fingers again, but this time he rubbed the moisture over his cock. He looked at her, as if punishing her for her anatomy, and spread her ass. Hanna's mouth fell open and she shook her head. "Oh, god, not that." He only smiled and nodded his head, pleased with himself. He held his cock against her ass for a moment and looked at her, as if he was waiting for her to beg him to stop. But even if she were to beg, she remembered the rule. Nothing would stop. He began pushing. This time it didn't happen in one agonizing rush. His cock slid in slowly, inch by excruciating inch. The pain was so intense she felt the room was dimming, and she couldn't think. The entire length of him was buried in her ass, so far that when he came she was sure she would taste him in her mouth. She screamed as his cock invaded her with no boundary, reaching places no one had before. As the only redemption, her tightness made it impossible for him to pound her hard and fast. His movements were slow, restricted. But he didn't seem to mind, his face contorted with pleasure. He moved a hand to her cunt, and she was hoping he would massage her clit, take some of her pain away. Instead, he slipped three fingers into her cunt. As soon as he was sure she could take that, he added another finger, until half his hand was inside her. He fisted her cunt as hard as he could manage, as if making up for what his cock couldn't do. Her head lolled to the side and she felt she was falling away. A few moments later the pace of his cock and hand increased. He was going to come. He yelled into the air as he exploded deep inside her. She had never felt as relieved as she did when he grew smaller and slipped out of her ass. She felt that she had been there forever. She had no idea how long she had actually been there, but she was certain she could trust the old man to be honest. He appeared to be a man who was a stickler for rules. Part of her, the smaller part that was enjoying the intensity of what was happening to her, wanted to continue. But her body was screaming out for an end. She ached and throbbed like she never had before. She felt like she was coming out of a long sleep, her eyes and head heavy. "Alright, guys. Let's go easier on her." She recognized the voice of the man who had raised the table earlier. Her arms and ankles were released, and she was pulled to her feet with the help of a few men. Her knees buckled and she nearly fell over, but many hands reached out to steady her. The back of the table was lowered again and she was turned around, facing away from the waiting men, and bent over the table. The leather was refreshingly cool against her flushed skin. She folded her arms under her face and relaxed. Someone reached under her and rubbed circles on her clit, causing her to moan and push her hips back into it. The man moved and a cock slid into her cunt. She couldn't see any of the men behind her. The man held her hips as he fucked her, his movements fluid, not rough at all. Nearly a dozen men took turns with her, some in her cunt, some in her ass. Some of the men stroked her hair and her back. After the earlier abuse, she appreciated the attention. She came twice. So many men had come in her that she felt it begin to trickle down her legs. Sooner than she expected, now that she was enjoying her time, the man who had greeted her informed her that her time was up. "Would you like to continue, or leave?" She hesitated. If the next round continued as it was then, she wanted to stay. But she knew it wouldn't. She craned her neck, trying to look up at him, but from her position she could only see his well-dressed neck. "I think I'll go." She said, feeling a sliver of regret "But can I come back later if I want to?" "Of course." Several men helped her up. She weaved with exhaustion as she moved to the door, but each man she passed put a hand on her back to help her along. She ached from head to toe, yet felt strangely receptive to more. The old man opened the door for her, smiling and nodding his acknowledgment as she left. She stumbled into the empty hallway and stopped, leaning against a wall for support. There was a strip of dark marble running the length of the hall, which she pressed her face against for the coldness of it. She stood there, resting, while her thoughts unraveled. The night seemed to fly by, with no time for resting. She felt a hand move her hair aside and brush the back of her neck. As she turned she recognized the man from earlier, the man who had made her look at him while he was on top of her. Bacchus House Hi." Was all she could manage, realizing she must look hideous, with tangled hair and smudged makeup. He smiled at her "Are you doing anything right now?" She raked her fingers through her hair to return it to some semblance of order, but knew that without a mirror there was little improvement she could make. She wondered why she should suddenly become so concerned with her appearance. "No, I wasn't planning on anything in particular." "Do you want to come to a room with me?" He put his hand on her face, brushing some hair aside. "Just the two of us?" "Yes," he laughed "just us" She felt stupid, and rude, for asking, but she didn't feel up to more sharing, either herself or someone else. "That sounds good." He took her hand and led her down the hall, the opposite way she had come. The place felt like nothing more than doors and labyrinthine hallways. Soon they had reached a dead end. If he hadn't opened the door himself, she never would have noticed it. It blended almost unnoticeably into the wall. He motioned her inside, and it wasn't until she passed him that she realized he was wearing pants. With the exception of the last room's guardian, she hadn't seen anyone else wearing clothes. The room was ample, bulky, with a large canopied bed as the main exhibit. The bed was covered in pillows. She could imagine sinking into it and sleeping for a week. Venturing further, she was overwhelmed by the walls, which were papered in cream and gold, with black sconces accenting at regular intervals. The entirety of the room was decadent, almost over the top, although certainly inviting. He gestured to the bed "Make yourself comfortable." She sat back on the bed, her naked body cushioned by the pillows. Soon, they began molding to her flesh. Or maybe it was her flesh that was molding to them. He poured them both a drink. She smiled at him as he sat on the bed next to her. "What's your name?" he asked. She wasn't sure how to answer. No one at these parties had asked her name before. In fact, it was anathema there, as anonymity was crucial. She searched his face, trying to discern if he sincerely wanted to know, or if he was just making small talk. "Hanna." She said it slower, more hesitantly than she intended, as if his question were a test of some sort. "You don't seem too sure. You don't have to tell me, I just thought it would be nice to know." "It's my real name. No one has asked before." He nodded and set his glass down. "My name is Adam." He leaned over and kissed her, his lips sliding over hers slowly. She pressed her body into his, greedy and wanting more. Her tongue left her sealed lips and drifted over his, entering his mouth when he opened it for her. She wasn't used to being forward, but the control he had over himself loosened some eagerness inside her. She hooked her arm around his neck and pressed her mouth harder against his. She could feel his smile. Without warning, he broke the embrace and forced some distance between them, revealing the smile she had felt. "I was watching you in the other room>" he said. A knot developed in her stomach. Was that why he stopped her advance, seeing her take all those men so willingly? She began to regret her time there. "Oh..." She looked down and traced the swirling pattern of the bedspread with her fingers. "You were beautiful." He kissed her again, and then moved his hand over the curve of her hipbone. "Hanna, have you ever been spanked?" His question caught her off guard. Of all the things she had tried, which were many and varied, spanking wasn't among them. She wasn't opposed to it, it simply had never come up. "No, I haven't." "Would you like to try it?" Sexually, she had never said no to anything, and she wouldn't start with him. There was something about him that made her like him more than she should. His reservedness, or courtesy, she couldn't place it. "Alright." she said. He pulled her to him for another kiss and, as he did, she watched the muscles of his arms move. She didn't know how much longer she could control herself. His lips moved from her too quickly, her face lingering there a moment, hoping he would return. Instead, he patted his lap, signaling her to come to him. Twisting around, she raised herself to her hands and knees and crawled to him, draping herself over his legs. He brushed her hair to the side, sending shivers through her. "If you want me to stop, just tell me and I'll stop. Alright?" "OK." He smoothed his hand down her back and over her ass, rubbing and massaging the muscles under the skin, as if he were mapping them out. His hand moved away, and a second later the slap landed. It was light, not painful at all, but it surprised her. A soft moan escaped her. Each blow landed harder than the last, in a different area, catching her off guard every time. He rubbed the mistreated areas every few blows. They became consistent, rhythmic, sending harmonic vibrations through her cunt. The pain changed. It had started merely uncomfortable, but was building upon itself, becoming considerable. Hanna had the bedspread clenched in her fists, wincing against the pain, and yet still pushed her ass up to meet him. He stroked her hair as she moaned and cried out, writhing under his hand. She could feel his cock hardening under her stomach. Her ass stung, on fire, and was numb in some spots, but she wanted more. "I think that's enough for now." He said. She groaned her disapproval, but rose to her hands and knees again. Her need for him had been worked into a fury that begged to be freed. She sank to her knees on the floor in front of him, needing to taste him, to feel him in her mouth. She met his eyes as her hands went for his belt. She wanted so much for her movements to flow smoothly, one into the next, but her desperate need was making it impossible. His hand moved over her hair as her fingers wrapped around his cock. Slowly, she pulled his cock from his pants. Less than an hour ago he was inside her, but it felt like years. The heat from him spread into her hand. She hadn't had a chance to really see it before, so she took some time to admire it. When she was finished poring over it, studying his cock's every ridge and curve and vein, she looked up to meet his calm stare. She had been so intent on committing his cock to memory that she hadn't noticed his hands still moving through her hair. With one hand still on his shaft, she took the head of him in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it and moved her tongue slowly, reverently, over the soft skin. She moaned around him, the hardness compelling her. Sinking further onto it, she felt the veins throbbing on her tongue. She writhed at his feet, her hips making desperate circles. She snaked her arms around his waist and took him as deep as she could, sucking, driven on by his hands on her head. Without notice he lifted her from the floor, throwing her on the bed. He positioned his body above hers and kissed her. As he tasted her mouth he pushed into her, her wetness causing him to slide easily to the depths of her. Her head flew back as she cried out in ecstasy. She threw her arms and legs around him, pulling his body further into hers. She bit into his shoulder and dug her nails into his back. He took her face in his hands and made her look at him again as he thrust into her. Although this time she didn't feel the discomfort of intimacy, she welcomed it, needed as badly as she needed him. He wrapped his arms underneath her, holding her tightly, allowing no space between them. Her moans grew louder, pleading, as she neared orgasm. He kissed her face and lips as she tightened around his cock. Finally, she began the roll downward into her orgasm, but instead of the scream she had expected, not a sound left her. Her breath had been either held inside her or forced from her. Her body stiffened as she lost all sense of her surroundings. Everything except him. "Adam..." It seemed little more than a breath molded to his name. The world dropped away as pleasure expanded inside her. Eventually, her climax slipped away from her as she regained focus. He had been watching her as she came. She put her hands against his lower back to press him into her. Small ripples or pleasure still coursed throughout her. Finally, his head dropped to her shoulder as he groaned and spilled inside her. His last thrusts were hard and slow, the muscles in his back shifting from his effort. He rested on top of her a moment, still holding her close, before he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She rested in his arms as he stroked her hair, feeling herself fading into sleep. She knew that when she woke she would have to return to her husband. She hoped she would see Adam again next time. Bacchus Bron bowed deeply once more and backed out of the room between the Security detail. He wasn't at all surprised that Landry had listened in on his whispered conversation with Angelina. For all Bron's size and inhuman anatomy the real monster in that room was Jorgus. He was taken directly back to his work where his first task was the disposal of the 13 dead Maintenance Worker Genies. He took a secret satisfaction from that. He realized his natural numbness had been reduced by this experience. He wondered if that was a good thing or not. It was a busy night for him. A rough group of patrons bought out one of the smaller brothels and did some truly horrifying things to the sex workers after raping them. Eight Genies were brought in for euthanizing. Bron had difficulty distancing his emotions from them but considering the damage they'd taken it really was merciful to release them from their pain. That said, he was pretty shaky once he was done. They reminded him too much of Angelina. He considered his new state to be a bit of a hindrance to his occupation now. He staggered into the cafeteria at the end of his shift and tucked into the pile of food blocks he'd been allotted to replenish the calories he'd used recently. He had no appetite but he ate the food and drank the water as required. When he stood to put his tray back four Security goons collected him without a word and fast marched him back to the conference room. He felt dread in the pit of his stomach and had it been possible for him to throw up he would have gratefully done so. Once more he was ushered before Jorgus Landry. He bowed deeply and kept his eyes on the floor. "You're becoming a bit of a nuisance, you know that?" Landry growled. Fear gripped Bron. "But I did manage to find a way to get my money back for you and the Genies you destroyed. You're just damn lucky you weren't created in one of our labs," Landry said. The door opened and Pietr Rykov walked in. He glanced over at Bron then walked straight over to Landry. The two men held out their comms and made a funds transfer. Landry then sent Rykov a data block, the specs on file for his new acquisition. "Good doing business with you, Mr. Rykov!" Landry smiled his shark grin at the other man who just set his mouth in a grim line and walked back to Bron. He grimaced up at the large Genie. "You- you're mine now. Follow me." Before they left the room, a Security officer handed Rykov a set of controls for Bron's discipline collar. Security followed them all the way to the space port. As Pietr Rykov was one of the senior political officials from Walla, one of the more prosperous planets in the Confederacy, he'd arrived by one of Walla's military transports not on one of the cruise liners. Now Bron understood Landry's comment about it being fortunate he'd been created off planet. The restriction on Bacchus created Genies didn't apply to him so he could leave. Not that there was anywhere for him to go. Most planets still considered him to be an illegal biological construct. A harried looking man in some kind of space navy uniform approached Pietr in a rush. "Mr. Rykov, please we really need to be on our way- what is THAT?" He drew up short when he saw the tall blue-black creature standing behind Pietr. "Lieutenant Fillion. This is Bron. My daughter's guardian. It will be travelling with her," he said firmly. "But- it's a Genie!" the startled man gasped. "Brilliant deduction! Now, shall we get moving or are there any more obvious facts you'd like to share?" Pietr said scornfully. "They're illegal on Walla!" Fillion continued to gasp. "No. So far only creating them is. Having one, is not. The bill that would make having them illegal is currently tied up in the courts waiting on some critical votes, mine included," Rykov explained slowly to the flustered man. "Now, may we leave or are you willing to take over paying the exorbitant docking fees?" The Lieutenant stepped aside and Rykov walked up the ship's personnel ramp. Bron followed and Fillion brought up the rear at a cautious distance. Only when the ramp retracted sealing Bron inside the ship did the Security team leave. Fillion returned to his post and Pietr led Bron through the corridors until they reached his stateroom. The muffled sounds of crying came through the door they stood before. The man turned and looked up at Bron, a cold steely look in his eye. "You may have noticed I am not comfortable with this arrangement. If it wasn't for the calming effect you seem to have on my daughter's traumatized mind I would have left you to that jackal Landry. He let me know that if I didn't buy you out you were headed for the fighting pits to make up the cost in lost workers. Your life expectancy would have been measured in days if not hours. The fee he charged me for you was outrageous but I'm hoping that is compensated in reduced psychiatric care fees." He paused to listen to his daughters racking sobs. Some of the anger and frustration left him as he listened. Troubled, he looked once more into Bron's eyes. "Is my daughter safe with you?" Bron was confused. He didn't know what his new role was. "What is my purpose?" he asked. "You'll be her bodyguard. You've proven you can do that at least. Protect her from danger. I understand you stopped those Genies before they could rape her but she's experienced a terrible trauma. Be there for her. Help her get past her fears," Pietr said, then looked him over. "But no sex!" He looked down at Bron's lack of genitalia. "Well, that doesn't appear to be an issue anyway. Once more, is my daughter safe with you?" Bron considered the man. His new master, albeit reluctantly. Maybe that was the difference. Inside the room he heard the young woman crying. He didn't really know why but something was drawing him to her side. He just wanted the man to open the door. He nodded. Pietr moved to the door and held up his hand to make Bron wait. He opened it slowly. His daughter began shrieking until he stepped inside and she saw it was only him. The young woman was sobbing on the floor behind the chair she'd need to be in for take-off. "Angelina, please calm down. I've brought you something to help you calm down." Unable to wait any longer Bron stepped into the room and Angelina's mouth dropped open. Not taking her eye off of him she scrambled on hand and knees to get out from behind the chair then ran across the stateroom to throw herself against Bron's chest. Once more the sobs poured out and he held her in is strong arms. "We need to be seated so the ship can register our location and we can leave," Pietr said firmly. When Angelina didn't respond Bron scooped her up and carried her to her seat and helped Pietr strap her in. "Papa, Papa, Papa!" Angelina gripped Bron's hand as she stared in panic at her father. "It's coming with us. Bron belongs to me now," he assured his daughter and saw her relax a little. She wouldn't release Bron's hand so Pietr directed him to the seat next to his daughter and strapped him in. His own seat taken, he pulled out an emergency crew seat next to the door and strapped himself in. A voice came in over the room's intercom. "Mr. Rykov, this is Captain Shareem. I'm registering three occupants in your stateroom, is that correct? Would you please send me the details for our extra passenger?" Pietr tapped his comm and it blurted the data packet to the ships system. "There you go Captain." Seconds later the intercom came on again. "A Genie! You brought a Genie on my ship?" the captain's outraged voice blurted out. "A ship my budget approval will keep in service," Pietr replied calmly. There was a pause then a terse reply. "We will discuss this after launch." The intercom went dead. Departure from that point on was routine but for Bron, who had never been conscious through the process, it was all fascinating. Every bump, shudder, and ping as the ship disengaged from the port's umbilical cables was a question racing through his mind. He wasn't nervous, just excited. That was another new emotion for him. When the ship taxied out to the launch zone it turned on the inertial dampeners and the ship noises simply stopped. Unlike the cruise liners which landed the patrons in shuttles, their ship had surface to space capabilities. They reached the launch cradle and the ship tipped up to launch angle. The engines built up its thrust and they shot up the rails to be launched into space. Pressed back in his seat Bron looked over at Angelina who hadn't taken her eye off of him since he strapped her in her chair. They were still holding hands. The ship soon reached the edge of the atmosphere and the internal gravity fields came online. Down became the floor once more. They changed vectors and lined up for the first jump point, ETA 30 minutes. Pietr unbuckled from his seat and stowed it away in the wall compartment. With a final meaningful stare at Bron he left the stateroom. Bron looked down at his chair restraints and tried to figure out how to release them. Before he could Angelina crawled up on his lap and tucked herself against his chest. She was shivering though the room was quite comfortable. She wasn't a small woman so he wasn't too comfortable trapped in the chair with her on his legs. "When was the last time you slept?" he asked. "I can't sleep! I see them when I close my eyes," she whispered. "You know they're gone, don't you? I killed them all," he explained gently. She pulled back from his chest to look him in the eye. "Gone?" "When I fought them off I used too much strength and I killed them. My job on Bacchus was disposing of Genie corpses. I put all thirteen of them into the reclamation vats to be dissolved into their base chemicals. They are gone and they can never, ever hurt you again," he said looking her directly in the eye so she could see he was being honest with her. Her bottom lip was trembling and tears pooled in her eye. The bandage on the other one was definitely becoming saturated. She managed to mouth "Thank you" before she began to cry silently, her face in her hands. "We should call for a fresh bandage for your eye and you should really get some rest. You will feel better once you've slept," he said gently. She pointed to the next room then slid off of his lap to stand at his feet. Bron struggled with the buckle until she reached in and tugged on the proper lever and all of the straps retracted. He looked at her with a sheepish grin and got a small smile in return. She snagged his hand and dragged him through a bedroom to a washroom beyond. He saw there was a stack of fresh bandages on the counter. He carefully peeled the wet bandage from her eye and dabbed it dry with a clean facecloth. "Am I hideous?" she moaned. "No, not at all. Your eye is just swollen. If you take care of it the tissues will heal and there will be no sign of this in a week or so. You'll be back to having two beautiful eyes in no time at all," he smiled at her then realized he sounded like he was flirting, with a citizen! His face fell. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be so forward." He ducked his head preparing for the discipline collar's shock. He felt her fingers on his chin. She tilted his face up to look at her. Angelina had a small smile on her lips. She couldn't smile too widely as her lip was injured but he could see it in her eye. She was happy. "I'm not going to punish you for being sweet. Thank you!" He picked up a clean bandage and affixed it with tape over her injured eye. Her other eye watched him with a pleased twinkle. He followed her out into the bedroom. In her exhaustion she tugged off her silk blouse. She was only wearing the smallest of bras under it. It just provided support under her breasts so the flesh didn't bounce around and strain her bruises. Unfortunately it left her nipples quite exposed. Bron spun around to face the wall. She unzipped and tugged down the tight skirt she was wearing and shuffled to her bureau to pull out a nightie. She unhooked her bra and tossed it in the drawer. As she pulled the sleep wear over her head she saw Bron standing at rigid attention facing the wall. "Oh! I'm sorry Bron. I'm so out of it, I didn't think of you," she said, wobbling on her feet. He glanced over his shoulder and saw she was covered up again. He turned and guided her to the bed and helped her in under the covers. When he turned to leave she reached out and grabbed his hand. "Please stay," she pleaded. He nodded and sat on the floor next to the bed. He leaned against the side as she pulled his right arm over her stomach on top of the blanket. He froze in surprise but relaxed when she looked at him with a pleading expression. With her right hand she reached out and touched a fingertip to the side of his goggles. "May I see your eyes?" she asked. "It's too bright in here," he replied. "I'll dim the lights," she smiled. "Room Lights, 20%" she said distinctly and the room dimmed. Bron pushed the goggles up on his forehead. "Oh! You have beautiful eyes too!" she gasped. His large eyes were almond shaped but entirely a glossy black. When the nictitating membrane flicked over them there was a dim flash of blue from the protective layer. For him the dim room was like high noon. He watched her lids droop and her head slip back. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Bron sat beside the bed and watched her sleep. He was stunned by the new direction his life had taken. It hadn't sunk in until this moment. Hours ago he'd been forced to murder and dispose of Genies at the whim of that human abomination Jorgus Landry, his master. Now he had a new human master who had him playing nursemaid to a young woman. While he accepted his future was just as uncertain on Walla his interim conditions seemed so much better. He would do everything he could to ensure his new master was satisfied with his performance. Angelina looked so innocent when she was asleep. Her long blond locks spread out over the pillow in a halo framing her face. Her lips were slightly parted and her breathing was deep. Her well-endowed chest rose and fell evenly under the blanket. The movement was somewhat mesmerizing and Bron began to feel uncomfortable once more with how he had his arm over her. He tried to gently pull it back without waking her but the moment he began to lift it her grip became tighter and her brows furrowed in irritation. She made a cute mewling sound so he let his arm return to its resting place. Angelina's face relaxed once more. She pulled his arm upwards until it was resting just under her breasts. He could feel the heat from her body warming up his arm and his face felt flushed as well. Bron suddenly realized his new life was going to be a special kind of torture as well. Over the next seven hours he sat with Angelina and listened to her breathe. He allowed himself to doze when she was still but the slightest movement or sound would wake him. Four times he became aware of her reliving the attack in her dreams and each time he spoke softly to her, murmuring that he was there, the danger was gone, he'd killed them all, and they could never hurt her again. His voice and contact with his arm seemed to be enough to help her settle down. Each time the night terrors seemed to be less pronounced. Finally she settled down to dreamless sleep and Bron allowed himself to slip into a doze of his own again. Sometime later he awoke to feel her moving. She turned onto her side with her back to him while she continued to cling to his arm. As he couldn't reach any further over her she tucked herself back against him. Bron came fully awake when he realized she had pulled his arm up against her chest...between her breasts! He felt her soft breath on his fingers so his hand was near her face. He tried gently pulling his arm free but she just gripped tighter. Something soft touched his fingertips and a tingle went down his spine. He thought his discipline collar was giving him a warning jolt except the tingle felt really, really good. He'd never experienced that before. Angelina moaned in her sleep and rubbed her thighs together. She squeezed his arm tighter to her chest and suddenly his fingertips were slipping between her lips, her tongue running over the smooth pads. "Angelina!" he whispered hoarsely as shock waves ran through his nerves. He had to get her to wake up but he didn't want to frighten her. He managed to extract most of his fingertips from her mouth but she began to suck on his middle finger as she ground her thighs together. Bron was seeing spots in front of his eyes and tingles were running up and down his spine. "Angelina, please! Please wake up!" he gasped. Suddenly the sucking stopped and his finger slipped from her lips. She looked down then looked sleepily over her shoulder. When she saw his face she got a big smile and stretched like a cat. "Good morning," she said. "I just had the hottest dream." Bron pulled his arm back and felt a tremble run through his muscles. He'd never felt these sensations in his body before and didn't know what to do with them. Most disturbing was the tightness in his groin. When he didn't respond Angelina rolled over onto her stomach on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch his cheek to get his attention. "Hey! Are you alright?" "I- I'm not sure. Something is happening to my body. It started when you were hugging my arm," he trembled some more and the pressure in his groin increased. Her smile grew sensual. "Mmm, yes, that was in my dream too. I was dreaming you were holding me and I felt so safe in your arms. Then I was touching you and you were touching me and you felt so good..." she looked down between his legs and noticed for the first time that there was nothing there. "Hey! What happened to your-" She reached down and slid her hand down his stomach to his groin where his genitals should have been. Instead she felt a bulge under the fine scales of his stomach and groin. That was when his discipline collar actually did activate. Fire coursed through every nerve in his body and all remnants of the pleasure he'd felt vanished. He felt his consciousness whiting out. The last thing he heard as his body flopped on the floor next to her bed was Angelina's voice yelling "Papa!" Chapter 4 Once more Bron was surprised to wake up. He was lying under a blanket on the floor of Angelina's bedroom. He was alone. He tried to get up but his muscles trembled in memory of the fire. He hadn't experienced that level of punishment before, always just slight warning buzzes. He didn't like it and wondered what he'd done wrong so he could avoid doing it again. After a short period of trying to get his muscles to respond he was able to crawl to the door. He reached up to touch the opener but it just buzzed. He was locked in. He crawled over to the wall opposite the door and sat with his back against it, his legs splayed out in front of him and his arms flopped to either side. He was spent. His head tipped forward and he passed out once more. Chapter 5 "Bron. Wake up." The big Genie tipped his head up and blinked his nictitating membrane groggily. Standing a few feet away was Pietr who wore a grim look on his face and behind him Angelina who looked anxious. When he looked at her the anxiety slipped away and she made to move forward but Pietr blocked her with one arm. "How are you feeling?" he asked Bron without acknowledging his daughter. Bron flexed his muscles and outside of a deep fatigue he felt better. The burning sensation was gone. "Better. I'm sorry for whatever I did. Please tell me what it was so I won't do it again," he said, apologetically. Angelina made a pitying sound and tried to get past her father's arm again but he pushed her back and glared at her. Bacchus "Do you recall what I told you outside the stateroom before I brought you to Angelina? I said No Sex!" Pietr growled. Bron looked up at the man in shock and confusion. "Did I do sex? But I don't know what it is!" "Do sex?" Pietr pulled back from the Genie, confused. "Oh Papa! Did you read his file? How can you treat him like this?" Angelina chastised her father. "I told you he didn't do anything wrong! He doesn't even have... the equipment!" "What were you reaching for then?" Pietr snapped at his daughter in frustration. "I told you when I woke up I felt really good and I was thanking Bron. He sat by my bed all night. I think that gave him a muscle cramp. I was just reaching to massage it. Then you zapped the poor man," Angelina explained with a pout. "Firstly, let's get one fact perfectly clear. Bron is a Genie, not a man! Do NOT make that mistake again! As a Genie it is on shaky legal grounds as it is on Walla though we will do our best to ensure it gets to live as long and as well as we can in gratitude for its protecting you from those workers," Pietr barked and Angelina only flinched a little at the mention of her attackers. "I punished Bron because I believed he was breaking a direct order. It seems I was incorrect. Bron, you will need to be taught what sex is so you will know what behavior I expect you to avoid," Pietr said then noted the shy smile on his daughter's face. "I will ask the ship's doctor to brief you on this." Angelina's smile dropped in disappointment. "Now if you don't mind I need to get back to reviewing the conference notes. Unlike you I was on Bacchus for work. Angelina, while I enjoyed your company in the little free time I had I now sorely regret bringing you. Bron, with me." He turned and left the bedroom and Bron struggled to his feet to follow. He saw the stricken look on the woman's face so he reached out and touched her chin to tip her eyes up to his. He gave her a smile which was getting easier to do. The twinkle came back into her eye. Bron rushed out to follow Pietr out the door and they walked some distance through the ship, changing levels on two occasions. Whenever they met the ship's crew Pietr would nod and they would freeze until he and Bron would pass. Finally they reached what looked like the medical center. Pietr walked in and Bron followed and stood at his back. A tall, slim woman with very short brunette hair and wearing light blue scrubs walked in and slowed to a stop when she spotted the big blue-black shadow behind Pietr. "Doctor Ryan, good day! I wish to speak with Doctor Palenka. Is he available?" Pietr asked. She tore her eyes away from Bron and shook her head ruefully. "I'm sorry to say Doctor Palenka left the ship on Bacchus. He took a job on the planet. Left us a little short-handed. Is there anything I can do for you... two?" "Oh, yes, this is Bron. My daughter's guardian. I had hoped I'd be able to ask Doctor Palenka for his assistance with a rather... sensitive matter." Pietr began to squirm slightly in embarrassment. Ryan did her best not to roll her eyes. As a female doctor she saw quite a lot of strange behavior from men when they discussed... their issues with her. It had gotten to the point where she'd developed something of a sixth sense for identifying what it was they were trying to avoid talking about. Like embarrassing physical symptoms, issues with their spouses, or sex. She was definitely picking up from Pietr that it was the latter but he was projecting the parental concern vibe as well. Angelina was 23 and frequented the night club scene back on Walla so she was well versed in sex by now. So who... her eyes were drawn to the innocent face of Bron. Her guardian. Damn. "Does the big guy need the birds and bees talk" she guessed. Pietr was surprised and, quite frankly, relieved. "That's very astute of you, doctor! Yes, uh, I would like him to be aware of what... activities he is not to... participate in... with my daughter." His face was beet red when he finished. "Can I see his file?" Doctor Ryan asked. Pietr fired the data packet over to her tablet and she did some quick reviews. "Wow, there are a LOT of holes in this file. Was it a non-regulated private firm that made him?" she asked as her eyebrows rose. "Yes, according to what I've researched it was a new lab that hired a lot of top notch freelancers for a large mining contract on Yosman. Highly customized requirements. The talent disappeared back into the shadows after they delivered the product and got paid. The file contains a lot of boiler plate text when describing the genetic attributes of the Genies so they are probably inaccurate. There was a major flaw in the way they built and how they applied the personality matrixes. All but one failed, Bron. His work history has shown him to be extremely stable under very trying circumstances," Pietr explained. "How did you end up..." she began. "While I was attending the conference my daughter was abducted by a group of Genie Maintenance Workers who 'mistook' her for a Genie sex worker. There were 13 of them. Luckily Bron stopped them before they could do more than beat her. In turn they attacked and he was forced to kill them. For saving a guest of Bacchus, Bron's reward was to be sent to the pits to fight for sport. I thought personal guardian was a more fitting reward and gave him a better chance at survival." The flush on Pietr's face showed the suppressed rage he felt for what had happened to his daughter. Ryan leaned back against the counter and studied the man. She knew he was hurting but psychology really wasn't her field. She would recommend to his doctor at home that he speak with someone. She flicked her eyes back to the big man waiting patiently behind Pietr. "Bron, can you wait for me in that room over there? Just take a seat. I will be in in a minute," she asked. The Genie looked at Pietr who nodded once he recalled why he was being asked permission. Once they were alone the doctor turned to Pietr. "You do realize it's just going to get harder for you. You're going to be called a slave owner. No one else on Walla owns another sentient being." "It isn't human!" Pietr hissed. "Why can't people understand this most basic fact!" "But you just told me you saved Bron's life!" she exclaimed. "If it wasn't important why did you do it?" "For my daughter! I did it for her! I wasn't there for her! Oh my god, what they almost did to my baby!" Pietr gasped as the pent up emotions finally broke free. He began to cry and Ryan put her arm over his shoulders and led him into her office for some privacy. She briefly stepped out and spoke to the head nurse to give her some quick instructions on getting started with Bron. Then she went back to console Pietr. Head Nurse Wendy Callahan made her way into consulting room one and spotted the patient sitting on the chair as Doctor Ryan said he would be. The size of the Genie was still unexpected and her step faltered as she entered the room. Her own 1.6 meter height seemed insignificant compared to him, and he was sitting! She felt like a pixie next to his bulk. "Hello... Bron?" she asked nervously. "Yes," he replied calmly. "Hi, I'm Wendy Callahan. I'm the Head Nurse here in the Hospital. You can call me Wendy, ok? Doctor Ryan asked me to get you started with a simple introductory video while she speaks with Mr. Rykov, ok?" she explained, feeling more comfortable as Bron responded with a nod. "I'll sit with you in case you have questions. These videos are made for young people so the language may seem a little odd," she said with a smile and keyed in the code for the video. The screen they sat in front of lit up and the presentation began. Thirty minutes later Bron was more confused than he had been when Pietr accused him of having, not doing, sex. He understood now. Wendy smiled up at him. "Did you understand what they were doing was sex?" "Yes, I understand how male and female humans have sex for procreating but... why did Mr. Rykov want me to see this? I'm not human. I'm not a suitable mate for human females so the attraction stage does not apply. And I don't have the male genitalia required for the physical connection." Wendy looked at Bron's confused face and sighed. She knew the video was too fundamental to properly explain the messy business of sexual attraction. "Bron, didn't you just come from Bacchus? Didn't you meet any Genie Sex Workers?" she asked. "Yes, but I didn't speak with any, that lived," he said sadly. Wendy's eyes got really big and Bron noticed her sudden nervousness. "Oh! Sorry! That sounded bad. My job on Bacchus was euthanizing the old, damaged, or worn out Genies they brought to the lab and sending their corpses into the reclamation vats. That didn't make me any friends in the Genie community so I never really spoke with them." "My god! That's horrible!" she exclaimed. "Yes, but that was my job and I could not refuse it," he said. Wendy shuddered and placed her hand on Bron's arm. "I'm so sorry you had to endure that. It just confirms my belief that the people running that planet are the worst examples of humanity!" She noticed how soft his scales felt. Not at all what she'd expected. She ran her hand down his arm thrilling to the feel of his smooth scaled skin. So alien yet so soft and touchable. She began to feel rather warm. She cleared her throat and pulled her hand back in embarrassment when she realized she was petting him. "My point is that some humans go to Bacchus to have sex with Genies and not just Genies that look human. Sometimes they want someone who doesn't look human. Sex is far more complex than that video indicates but the fundamentals of HOW it is done were shown at least. However, contrary to what the video showed, humans have sex for a variety of reasons, not just to make more humans. Sex feels REALLY good and our minds play a very large role in determining who or what we find sexually attractive. Bron felt that strange tingling sensation when Wendy was stroking his arm. Her mentioning how sex felt really good connected some dots for him. "When you touched my arm it made me feel really good. Does this mean we are having sex?" he asked. Wendy blushed. "NO! I mean- no, I was just admiring how smooth your skin felt. I shouldn't have done that. My touching you felt good?" "Yes, uh, tingly," he replied. "I have only experienced that once before when Angelina was clinging to my arm as she slept and began to suck on my fingers. Those sensations were extremely intense and I lost muscle control." "God! That must have been sexy!" Wendy gasped. "Was that sex? Was that why Mr. Rykov was so angry with me?" Bron asked worried. "Uh, that could have led to sex, yes. The sucking of your partner's fingers is considered to be foreplay, the stimulation stage leading to sexual intercourse. You should understand that Angelina is in an age group that is very active sexually. It is a period of sexual experimentation and sometimes they don't consider the consequences." She considered Bron once more. "What were you designed for?" "Mining," he replied. "I find it odd that you would have been given the mental mapping for sexual activity. Usually, only Sex Worker Genies have the responses for sex," she said, confused. "I overheard that during my creation they used maps of living human minds to form my personality matrix. I have all of the human responses but no memories to show me what to do with them." Wendy placed her hand on his arm again in sympathy. "Oh my god! You poor man! That must be so confusing!" Bron felt that tingle again where her hand gripped his arm but it was enjoyable so he didn't draw her attention to it. Wendy was feeling a tingle of her own. She squirmed on her chair and played with the ends of her shoulder length red hair. Bron was looking more attractive as they spoke and she got to know him but then she'd always had weakness for tragic heroic figures. She suddenly wanted to see his eyes. The goggles gave him a mysterious air but she needed to see behind them. "May I see your eyes?" she asked quietly, one hand absentmindedly stroking his arm. "Can we turn the lights down to 15%? My eyes were designed for much less light," he replied, his normally deep voice practically a purr as he enjoyed her touch. "Sure. Room Lights, 15%" she said and the lights dimmed. She could still see him relatively well as he slid the goggles up on his forehead. "Ah, I thought so! You have lovely eyes! It's a shame you have to hide them behind the goggles." "I would be blind without them. The goggles that is. Well, I suppose I'd be blind without my eyes too," he replied. Wendy giggled. God she felt tingly and the room's dim lighting made her feel more daring! She slid her hand down to his thigh and kneaded the solid muscle under her hand, feeling it twitch. He was obviously enormously strong yet he'd been so gentle so far. Bron was tingling so much he was seeing spots again and the pleasant/unpleasant pressure in his groin was building once more. As much as he didn't want her to stop he needed to know what was happening to his body. Since she was a nurse, maybe she'd be able to explain why it felt like this. "Uh, that feels incredible but I'm having a terrible pressure in my groin. It isn't entirely pleasurable," he said. She looked down and had difficulty seeing anything in the dim lighting. She reached down to touch the smooth scales on his lower abdomen. The scales were extremely small there and she felt a sizable bulge pressing against them from inside. Puzzled, she slid her hand down the bulge. At her touch Bron groaned and leaned back. There was a brief but sharp tearing sensation. A seam parted on his lower abdomen and his hard cock slid out of its pocket into her hand. The flesh was hot and Wendy made a squeaking noise as her hand automatically closed around its thickness. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed unable to take her eyes or hand off of the magnificent specimen in her grip. The relief for Bron was so intense he slumped back in his chair causing him to thrust his cock forward slightly. It slid through Wendy's fingers and she revelled in the silky smoothness of his skin. There were no scales on this flesh. It had an exquisitely soft texture, a dark blue tone, and was long, thick, hard and hot! His core temperature must be a few degrees higher than a human's. Wendy stroked her hand along its length and felt him twitch in response. She looked behind her on the medical cabinet and pulled out a sterile sample bottle. She unscrewed the cap then went back to stroking him. His breathing picked up and she knew he was close. She aimed the sample bottle at the end just as his orgasm took him. She almost lost her grip on the bottle as he came with such force. The bottle quickly filled and overflowed. Once he was done, Wendy released his cock, sealed the full specimen bottle, and grabbed some absorbent towels to clean him with. As she wiped his legs and stomach clean, she watched in fascination as his relaxing cock slid back into its sheath, cleaning itself as it went. The seam disappeared amongst the tiny scales. "What happened?" Bron said groggily. Shivers rippled through his muscles as aftershocks from his orgasm lingered. "That was sex, well, one kind of sex," Wendy explained. Bron jolted in his chair. He expected the lancing fire of punishment from the discipline collar any second. "What's wrong?" she asked worried. "I'm not allowed to have sex," he gritted out between his teeth as he waited. Wendy was horrified she'd caused him such distress so she quickly rushed to assure him. "You won't be punished for it this time. I will have the doctor speak with Mr. Rykov to see what his actual expectations are. I hope we can get you permission to have sex with people other than his daughter. I'm sure that's who he is trying to protect but again, let's keep this a little secret until I've had a chance to speak with the doctor," she replied. "Speak to me about what? Why is it so dark in here?" Ryan said. "Ah, Doctor Ryan!" Wendy looked behind the woman but saw no sign of Pietr. "I was looking at Bron's eyes and he needs the dark for that." Ryan stepped forward and held Bron's face still while she looked at his eyes. She was amazed at how black they were and jumped slightly when the membrane flicked over them. Then she realized how hot Bron felt to the touch. "Is he running a fever?" she asked the nurse. "Well... no. That was from when I collected this." Wendy held up the full bottle of Bron's ejaculate. "Bron, put your goggles back on. Room light 100%." She took the bottle from Wendy and looked closely at the contents. "Is this what I think it is?" Then she noticed the wad of paper towels in Wendy's other hand and her flushed face. "What?" She looked down at Bron's featureless groin. "What???" "It's inside! When he is sexually excited, and he was imprinted with all of the human triggers and responses, it emerges. God! It emerges! When he's done it retracts." Wendy looked back to see if Mr. Rykov was coming but the coast remained clear. "Beth, you need to speak with Mr. Rykov to see if it's only with his daughter that Bron is not allowed to have sex with. Since Bron's a complete newbie at this and with his responses, he's going to need an outlet for that pent up frustration." Ryan was looking worried. She'd given Pietr a strong sedative to help him sleep on the couch in her office. The man was beating himself up about his daughter's assault and was mentally exhausted. Bron had seemed a safe protector because he appeared sexless. Now that he'd proven to be capable of sex, Pietr was faced with a more difficult situation, one he'd created. "We need to test this right now. Bron, please wait here." She and Nurse Wendy left to step into the lab with the sample bottle. Bron watched them leave and his mind was spinning. What the nurse did with him was incredible. He'd never felt so good before. He was wondering how something that felt so right could be wrong. Then he thought of how Angelina had almost been raped and he realized that for someone to force those feelings and emotions on someone when their mind was experiencing terror would be especially horrific. Once more he felt vindicated for killing those Maintenance Worker Genies! A few minutes later Doctor Ryan and Nurse Callahan returned. The doctor seemed a little relieved but the nurse's expression was conflicted. "Bron, we'll need to run a few more tests over the next few days to confirm the results but for now it appears that you're not compatible with humans. Which would mean there would be no way for you to impregnate a human were you to have sex with one. I will speak with Pietr once he wakes up to see what options are available to you. Please be aware, as his daughter was almost raped by those Genies, the very thought of her having sex with a Genie, even consensual sex, is going to be very difficult for him to deal with. I get the impression that you are not going to do anything to... displease him?" Bron shook his head vehemently. "That's good! I will walk you back to your quarters so I can speak with Angelina. Pietr will come back to his stateroom once he's woken up. Nurse Callahan will keep an eye on him for now. Let's go." They headed back and had only made it down one corridor before the doctor stopped and looked back with frustration. Bron had fallen in behind her as he had for Pietr on his way there. He looked at the woman's expression with concern. "Have I done something wrong? Am I walking too closely to you?" he asked, worried. Ryan rubbed her face to remove the frustrated look and ran her hands through her short bob cut. "No, sorry. I'm tired as I just had a long shift. Also I'm not used to someone walking behind me because they think they have to. It would be very nice if you would walk beside me. Can you do that?" she asked. Bacchus "Yes," he said and stepped up next to her. They moved on and she noticed he was slowly slipping back so she reached over and took the crook of his arm with hers. "Friends often walk like this," she said to explain why she was touching him. She noticed that the scales on his arm felt very nice indeed. Just like Wendy had described when they were in the lab. He was all hard muscle coated in luxurious softness. "Friends?" he said in shock. "Yes, is that ok?" she asked looking up at his flustered expression. "I've never had a friend. I don't know what to do," he mumbled. "That's the thing with friends, there should be no expectations, just acceptance," she explained with a smile. He smiled back and they continued on. Once they reached the door, she signalled their arrival. There was no response. She opened the intercom. "Ms. Rykov? This is Doctor Beth Ryan. Your father is resting in the clinic. He's fine, just a little exhaustion. I've brought Bron back with me. Can we come in? I'd like to check on the progress of your healing and to speak with you regarding the information we gave Bron this morning." The door clicked open and Beth gestured Bron to go first. When they entered they saw Angelina behind the launch chair. Her face lit up when she saw Bron. She scooted out from behind the chair and rushed across the space to leap into his arms. He caught her easily and held her against him while she wrapped her arms and legs around him and buried her face in his neck. He felt her nervous trembling settle down. Beth cleared her throat and Bron turned to face her. The doctor silently gestured with her head for him to put the young woman down. He knelt down and put Angelina's bottom on the launch chair. She got the idea and untangled her arms and legs from him. She grabbed his hand before he could move away so he sat on the floor next to the chair. Angelina smiled. Beth Ryan took in the entire interchange and wished she had taken the extra credits in psychology. "OK, let's take a look at that eye." She peeled back the used bandage. "Bron, could you get me a fresh one?" He stood up and walked into the next room after smiling at Angelina who watched him until he'd left the room. The doctor checked on the injured tissues and was satisfied that it was healing nicely. She confirmed that the split lip had sealed once more. She didn't expect any scarring, physical ones at least. Bron returned with the bandage. She taped it on then turned to the big man. "Bron, could you please wait in the other room. I need to speak with my patient in private. I'll call you out once we are done," she stated. Bron nodded and with a final shared glance with Angelina he left the room. Beth pulled up a chair to face the young woman who was nervously glancing over her shoulder towards the bedroom where Bron had gone. "I see you have developed a bit of a crush on the Genie," she began. "He makes me feel safe and loved! I love him!" Angelina stated emphatically. "Love? That's a pretty big word! You've just undergone a traumatic experience and it's natural to feel profoundly grateful towards your rescuer. Hero worship is just a step beyond being grateful but it can lead to a lot of emotional damage for both parties. I'm not going to tell you not to feel what you are feeling because for now it's probably helping you heal but you should remain aware of the source of those feelings and understand the significance the circumstances played in creating them. You will heal, and you will gain perspective on where your emotions came from. You should know that Bron's personality matrix was mapped from human minds so he has the emotional capacity of a human, the emotional and physical triggers and responses of a human, but he has NO human knowledge of how to process them. He's like a newborn with all of the adult tools but no experience in how to use them." "I spoke with your father this morning and as I told you I have him resting in the clinic. He's suffering from exhaustion. I got permission from him to speak with you regarding his condition. Your father is distraught that you were assaulted and he was unable to protect you. That is a parent's primary trigger. Protect the young and he feels like he failed you. That's the main reason Bron is here. However, that ordeal with the Genies has left your father with a lot of confused and undirected rage. Should you attempt to have sexual relations with Bron, it is highly likely that your father will have Bron 'euthanized' as Bron calls it. Not out of malice or arbitrary anger but as a desperate effort to protect you." "Bron doesn't have the equipment. We couldn't have sex even if we wanted to." Beth considered her next words very carefully. Her preference would have been to leave the young woman in the dark regarding Nurse Wendy's discovery. But considering her rather clingy behavior with Bron and the next topic Beth needed to discuss with her Angelina would discover it sooner or later. Better to release the information now in a controlled environment. "Do you know what 'Forbidden Fruit Syndrome' is?" she asked Angelina. "Yes, it's when you really want someone or something you can't have," she answered. "Right, and typically the reason for it being forbidden is because it is immoral or illegal or both," the doctor continued. "On Walla, which category do you think sex with Bron would fall under?" The young woman furrowed her brow and shook her head angrily. "That doesn't apply because he doesn't have-" "He does." Angelina froze. Confusion, curiosity, lust, denial, anger, and even fear raced across her face before comprehension set in and her eyes went wide open. She was looking straight at the doctor. Beth was relieved to see there was a mind behind that pretty face. Up until this moment she was really doubtful. Now, if she understood the ramifications there might just be hope in her being able to control her youthful impulses. It was time to hammer home the cost any indiscretion would cause. "We'll be home in just two days. You get to go back to your life with your friends and the nightlife, back into the spotlight of the high society tabloids. Walla is a pretty conservative society for all its personal freedoms. You and your entourage tend to push the envelope and this causes your father some grief but I believe you'd agree that he's been a pretty supportive of you." Angelina nodded slightly. "What Pietr did back on Bacchus, buying out Bron's 'contract' for you, was not a rational act but rather the desperate act of a father trying to protect and apologize to a child he was already convinced he'd failed. He is going to suffer badly for that decision when we get home. His opponents are all going to have a field day. Now, it's possible that the angle of saving Bron's life after he rescued you may be the way to salvage this bad situation but if you return to Walla with Bron as anything more than your guardian, you'll be ending your father's role in guiding our society. He is the voice of reason, the voice you and your friends need, the voice all open minded citizens need for a better Walla. There is hope that one day soon he would run for Premier. If you can't resist temptation, if you can't reign in your overly familiar behavior with Bron when in public or even where you MIGHT be caught by the paparazzi's cameras, none of that will happen." Angelina's eyes were full of tears but her expression was more rage than sadness. Beth knew right now Angelina hated her more than even the Worker Genies that attacked her. "I know it's not fair to lay this all on you but that's your situation and it is what it is. There is nothing I can do to change it but you needed to know. It's all on you, Bron, and your father. I pray for all our sakes you three can work it out." Weary to her core Beth stood up. She saw Bron standing in the doorway of the bedroom and was sure he'd heard it all. Fuck it. "Bron, change the bandage on her eye when she stops crying." She let herself out. Chapter 6 For each of the following two nights Bron sat beside Angelina's bed as she slept and each time her dreams slipped to the event of the attack he was there with his calming mantra. He did this four times on the first night but only twice on the last night as her sleep was deep and restful. Finally they were approaching Walla and would begin their descent in a few hours. Nurse Callahan met Bron at his stateroom and walked him down to medical center for the last test of his fertility. Doctor Ryan was no longer welcome to visit the stateroom. When Pietr had woken from his drug assisted rest Beth had reported her conversation with Angelina to him, verbatim. While he had given her permission to speak with Angelina about his condition he thought she had gone way beyond that mandate. But he couldn't refute her argument which made him exceptionally uncomfortable around the woman. Bron sat in the consultation room for the third time. The previous day while Doctor Ryan observed, Wendy had run her hands over his thighs until it stimulated his erection enough to leave its pocket. He still experienced the brief sharp pain as the seam opened but that little pain was nothing compared to the pleasure he received. Then she'd prepared the sample container and began to stroke him until he ejaculated into the bottle and onto his legs and stomach once the bottle was full. The sensations were incredible but unlike the first time he remained aware through the entire sequence. That sample had also proven to be incompatible with human eggs. Today was the last test. He felt kind of sad about that. He'd be leaving the ship and probably wouldn't see the doctor or nurse ever again. Or at least not for a very long time. He was enjoying these visits and he'd really begun to like the two women. He understood why Doctor Ryan had said what she did to Angelina. She'd just told the truth. Bron had asked Pietr to confirm what she'd said was true about Walla's society and he'd nodded with a grim look. When Nurse Wendy came in the room Bron began to tingle before she'd even touched him. She seemed delighted by that fact when he told her. She said that since this was their last session and the Doctor was on the bridge, she wanted to try something new. She leaned in towards Bron's face and pressed her lips against his. Bron was surprised and more than a little excited. Wendy smiled and moved in for another kiss. She took his big hands in her smaller ones and brought them up to her chest. She pressed his palms against the soft mounds inside her pink scrubs and moved them in small circles. He felt small bumps pressing back against the center of his palms so he moved his fingertips down to investigate. The nurse gasped into his mouth as he gently squeezed her nipples through her shirt and her kiss became more aggressive. Wendy sucked at his lips and slid her tongue into his mouth. She squealed and pulled back when she encountered the rough surface of his tongue. "Oh my god! Your tongue is rough like a cat's!" she exclaimed. "Is that bad?" he asked, worried. "Not at all, just different. It's making me think naughty things," she replied sexily. "Is naughty good?" he asked curiously. "Mmm! Not always but sometimes it is VERY good. I want to show you another kind of sex," Wendy smiled. She slid her pink scrub bottoms and panties down and stepped out of them. She hopped up on the edge of the examination table and spread her legs wide. "OK, Bron. I want you to lick here from bottom to top slowly," she said pointing to the wet pink flesh between her legs. He leaned forward, stuck out his tongue, and slowly and lightly raked it across her delicate flesh. The nurse jumped and squirmed. "Not so light! That tickles!" Bron pulled back and repositioned himself. He didn't want to push too hard as his muscles could do some serious damage. Even his tongue. He stuck it out once more and spread it flat against her delicate skin. He applied pressure until he heard her begin to sigh. Then he slid it upwards. Wendy grabbed his head and threw hers back in ecstasy. He made several more passes, sometimes dipping his tongue deep between her folds, and each time he reached the top Wendy would go into convulsions. The first time it happened he was worried he'd hurt her but her guiding hands led his head back down for another pass. Finally he just concentrated on licking the top where a stiff bud of flesh waited to be sucked and licked. He did this for a few minutes while Wendy screamed silently. He wasn't sure if she was enjoying it but she wouldn't let him pull his head back so he took that as a good sign. "Enough! Stop, oh god please stop!" Wendy gasped and almost fell from the table. Her muscles had gone completely lax. Bron picked her up carefully and lay her down lengthwise on the examination table. He picked up her panties and pants and slipped them on her. She convulsed once more as his hand accidentally bumped her sensitive bud as he slipped the panties on. Once she was dressed Bron looked to the specimen container and saw Wendy had passed out. His cock was at full mast but his hand on it felt uncomfortable so he let go. He didn't know what to do. He heard his name whispered. "Bron?" Bron turned toward the door and Angelina was standing there wide eyed. "What did you do to her?" she whispered. "Were you... licking her?" He nodded. "Then she fell asleep and didn't get the sample for the test. Doctor Ryan will be upset." "Well, can't you do it yourself?" she croaked, staring at the thick cock sticking up between his legs. "I tried but it didn't feel good," he sighed. Angelina stepped into the room and listened to Nurse Callahan snore softly. She reached out and took the bottle from Bron. She placed her other hand around his stiff flesh and gasped. "It's so hot!" Bron moaned in ecstasy from her touch. "No, we can't make sex- do this. Your father. Stop." Angelina got angry and gripped him tighter. "We aren't having sex. I am assisting the nurse with taking a sample. Now quiet!" she growled as she pumped him faster. She put the sample bottle down and put both hands on his cock. She squeezed and pumped and soon his breathing was sounding like a bellows. She felt his muscles tighten and she grabbed the sample bottle just in time. The first blast almost knocked it from her fingers and by the sixth she was panicking because it was overflowing. She set it on the counter while she tried to catch the remaining spurts with her palm. Grabbing the sensitive tip just caused him to fire some more and a few jets shot out between her fingers and flew into the air. When he was done she put the lid on the bottle and looked at her gooey hands. Looking Bron straight in the eye she licked a drop from her finger. She was surprised by the mild, slightly sweet flavor. She rubbed another droplet across her lips like lip gloss. Bron groaned and she grinned wickedly. She grabbed some towels and cleaned herself up. Then she wiped up Bron and watched in amazement as his shrinking cock slid back into its pocket. Bron reached up and pulled some cum out of her blond hair. Giggling they did one more quick check but found no more evidence of their naughty deed. Bron use the waist belt on the examination table to ensure Wendy didn't roll off in her sleep. They left the sample bottle on the counter then Angelina walked him back to the stateroom. Chapter 7 Brisbee was Walla's capital city. Home to its global government offices, most of its government officials, major museums and cultural centers and naturally where its space port was located as well. To say the spaceport was a zoo would have been doing Brisbee's lovely zoo a grave disservice. The news services jockeying for better coverage of Walla's first Genie immigrant was pure chaos and the shame of Pietr Rykov's Genie Ownership was painted as slavery before they'd even made it on planet. As foretold by Doctor Ryan, Pietr's political opponents were quick to condemn this blatantly elitist and immoral act. The tabloids now had their favorite media darling back and with her, a new juicy rumor of freak sex play with a monster. Pietr wanted nothing to do with the press but his press secretary was threatening to quit if he didn't at least make a statement to the gathering. Pietr hadn't reached his current position by not understanding how to read the mood of the room. The media smelled blood and there was only one way he was going to get out of this room alive (politically) and that was to give them a bigger target. He'd done his coaching and now his group made its way down the tunnel towards the only space in the airport large enough to hold a press conference, the concourse. They were escorted through the airport by twelve security members in full riot gear including mirrored face visors. Their blank faces disturbed Angelina but she clung to Bron's hand as they followed her father into the concourse. The volume of the crowd instantly exploded with their first sighting of the tall blue-black Genie. Then they were on a raised stage. Pietr approached the podium and scanned the assembled media with a look of disappointment. He cleared his throat and with great dignity he began to speak. "I have prepared the following brief statement. I will not be answering questions at this time. My press secretary will have a full press kit for you shortly." He scanned the group once more like a parent of naughty children. Then he continued. "I attended the 137th Annual Confederation Trade Conference which this year was hosted on the vacation planet Bacchus. I will be addressing the council with the results of the conference next week. As I was allowed to bring one guest, I brought my daughter Angelina. On the last day of the conference Angelina was abducted by a group of thirteen Maintenance Worker Genies. They took her by force down to their habitation level and beat her severely. There they attempted to-" Here Pietr stopped as his emotions slipped his control for a moment. "They attempted to rape her. She was rescued before this could happen by someone I would like to now introduce to you. Bron, if you could please step forward." Pietr stepped aside and Bron stood next to the podium. Pietr nodded for Bron to say his statement. "Hello, my name is Bron. I was designed to be a miner on Yosman. My team was placed on the planet but their personality matrixes fragmented and I was ordered to euthanize them until I was the only one left. The company abandoned me on the planet but I was collected by a bounty hunter and sold to Administrator Jorgus Landry on Bacchus. He put me to work in the Genie recycling lab. My job was to euthanize the Genies that were worn out, injured, or too old and to feed their corpses into the reclamation vats. I was given no other options for employment and had I refused I would have been fed to the vats myself. On the day I met Ms. Rykov I was returning to my sleeping unit when I heard a terrified scream. I investigated and came upon thirteen workers attempting to rape Ms. Rykov. I was able to subdue the workers initially but they attacked as a group and I was forced to kill them. Jorgus Landry was very upset with my killing the workers for, in his words, one fucking slut." Bron flinched as he said the words and turned to the young woman. "I'm very sorry for the bad words, Ms. Rykov." Bron looked back out over the group. "Landry vowed to have me make up the cost of the dead workers somehow. The following day Mr. Rykov purchased my contract from Jorgus Landry who had intended to send me to the pits to fight for wagering. Life expectancy in the pits is measured in hours or at most days. Mr. Rykov saved my life and has given me a new and worthy purpose where I can protect life for once as guardian for his daughter. I understand Walla is still finding its way with understanding how to deal with Genies but I'm just grateful for each day I'm alive. Thank you." Bacchus Bron stepped back and as instructed ignored the questions being screamed at him. Pietr's press secretary took the podium and was saying something but Bron's attention was caught by an out of place motion in the crowd before them. His vantage point of being on the stage and being at least a head taller than anyone else there allowed him to spot some odd movements in the crowd. He saw bodies moving aside for three people who were slowly forcing their way forward. Bron glanced over at the Security team in the riot gear but they were no longer facing the crowd for some reason. He looked back into the mass of people and watched the three. He finally spotted the one in the center coming straight on. The man was wearing a hooded jacket but when the man's eyes locked on his Bron knew the three incoming men were trouble. He glanced back the way they came and saw it was clear. As he glanced back he saw the centermost man raising something. Bron instantly started moving. As he was still beside Pietr he spun in place and threw his arm around the man's chest and pulled him in to his side as he was already sprinting to scoop up Angelina. He held her against the other side of his chest as he leapt off the stage. Automatic weapon fire ripped through the podium where they had been standing only a fraction of a second before. By the time the assassins had aimed their weapons at Bron's retreating back it was too late to catch him. The police drones moved in. After the dust settled, the media had their story but two of their own paid for it with their lives. Chapter 8 Bron sat back in the plush cushions of the couch and relaxed for the first time in hours. Seated in the living room of Pietr Rykov's ranch style home with security patrols keeping constant guard on the grounds, Pietr let him know that they were as secure as they could be on the planet. With this assurance Bron allowed his muscles to stretch out and go lax. His arms along the back of the couch and his head resting back against the wall he was asleep within seconds. Pietr looked over at the big man then at Angelina sitting next to him. He shared a small smile with his daughter. Bron had saved both of their lives that day. While he had a stiff neck from the sudden acceleration off the stage and down the hallway that was far preferable to being perforated by accelerated metal slugs. A detective sat with them in the living room and kept them abreast of the initial findings in the investigation. Several things happened immediately after Bron leapt from the stage with his charges held tight under his arms. The gunmen let loose with customized mini railguns which launched chunks of metal at high velocities. Luckily they were unfamiliar with the weapons and mostly just ripped up the stage and walls of the airport terminal. Two members of the press standing before the men were killed and Pietr's press secretary on the stage was knicked in the calf by one of the metal shards. He would be in the hospital for a week. The man had already contacted Pietr to say he was thrilled by the initial results in the polls since the attack. Pietr threatened to fire the man if he didn't at least try to relax and recuperate. Once the gunmen opened fire the police drones set off as suppression pulse which is a subsonic shockwave that typically disorients and knocks down bystanders and hopefully the criminals. In this case the gunmen were wearing ear protection so they remained on their feet while the press around them tumbled to the floor. Now that their targets were clearly exposed the drones used their shock weapons and lit up the three men. Surprisingly two of the men exploded, causing shrapnel injuries to those around them. The third survived and was currently being questioned. Surprised and angry by the gruesome deaths of his colleagues he was apparently willing to talk. The 'bullet-proof vest' he'd been supplied with at the airport failed to ignite the plastic explosives the padding had been replaced with. Coincidentally, one of Pietr's chief opponents was caught attempting to board a flight off planet thirty minutes after the incident and was detained until the investigation could conclude. The gunmen were identified as members of an ultra-conservative racial purity group. The weapons had been brought into the airport by parties not yet identified but the security team of the man who tried to flee the planet were being interviewed. The police were confident that the threat was over but the security detail would remain for the next few days at least. While the house appeared to be a modest but sprawling ranch style bungalow it was pretty much an armoured fortress. There were several safe rooms throughout the house and the walls and windows could withstand a direct hit from an RPG. The life of a senior level politician was not without its dangers. The detective left them with final assurances that they were in good hands. Then they were alone. Pietr sunk into a chair opposite Bron and Angelina. He ran his hands over his face and through his hair. Sitting forward he rested his elbows on his knees and looked at his daughter. "I am so very sorry to put your life in danger like this!" he said. "Papa! Do not apologize! This just means you are doing something right! You have them frightened and willing to do stupid things. You must be willing to see it through to the end! I will support you all the way. As will Bron." At the mention of his name he became instantly alert and scanned the room for threats. "Shhh! Easy my hero. There is no danger. Go back to sleep," Angelina soothed. She tucked herself back on the couch to rest under Bron's arm. Pietr squirmed a little as his daughter made herself comfortable against the sleeping man. "Papa, I want you to know that I will not do anything that will jeopardize your position in the government. Doctor Ryan was right. If I were to publicly show my affection for... our friend here, it would ruin your chances at re-election and ruin Walla's only chance at the best leadership it could possibly have. For all the trouble I've given you in the past, I've always believed you were the best chance for Walla's future." Pietr was touched by his daughter's words. "Thank you, Angelina." "You should also know that I am in love with this man. The doctor claims it is just the result of my trauma. That it will fade as I heal. Maybe, maybe not. What my heart holds for him right now seems immeasurably strong so I will take it day by day and I know he is patient. While we will act as no more than a good friend for now, I will be making it my mission to see he is given citizenship rights. His life should NOT be a daily coin toss. Once his future is secure and if my love has not faded as the doctor claims it will, we will readdress my relationship with him at that time. In the meantime though, for his sake you must release your restriction on him for having sex with others. It is not fair to him. He must be able to choose partners for discreet relations. I must keep up appearances, return to my lifestyle, and date the stupid little players in the clubs. He must be seen with others when he is not guarding me. This will throw the tabloids off any scent of impropriety." Pietr was amazed at this display of his daughter's cunning. He knew she was smarter than she acted but sometimes the trouble she presented him with made him wonder where that brilliant little girl had gone. It was obvious to him now that she'd never left. He grinned in delight. "Yes, I suppose that does make sense. I will let him know. He eyed his daughter critically. "Your task of making him a citizen is likely to fail though. He is clearly a genetically engineered being. There can be no disputing this fact. The laws we have established so far on Walla were defined from the laws the rest of the Confederation is agreeing upon. Creating genies is illegal on most of the worlds of the Confederacy. Owning them is quickly following suit. On the planet where these laws go into effect Genies are being euthanized. I don't know how long we will have with... our friend but I do not expect it to be for long." He expected his daughter to have tears in her eyes by this point but she sat on the couch leaning against the big Genie with a fierce twinkle in her one uncovered eye. "Papa, what defines being human?" she asked softly. "Well, to be human is to be born of human parents," he said. "What if the mother was injured and was unable to carry the child to term and they used a birthing machine to keep the fetus alive until it could come to full term? Would that baby be considered to be human?" she asked innocently. "Yes, of course the child would be human. The parents had relations to bring the sperm to the egg and the child formed in the mother's uterus," he replied, starting to see his daughter's argument and already preparing for her disappointment. "Hmmm, but sometimes the father is unable to perform sexually and sometimes the egg must be fertilized in vitro. Children of these methods are considered human, yes?" she said. "Yes, the mechanics of the fertilization are not truly the measure of what it means to be human. To move this conversation along a little more quickly I will also agree that some limited genetic modification is allowable in the specific circumstances of treatable genetic diseases. But the human mind must NOT be tampered with. Personality matrixes are NOT human minds. They are simply highly complex rule sets to make obedient, willing workers with predefined skillsets. Our friend-" Pietr froze. Angelina's twinkle was almost radiant as she saw the gears working in her father's mind. She knew he'd get to it eventually. "His matrix wasn't coded. It was mapped from multiple living minds in real time. I've read his data pack three times and I glossed over that section each time. He's not just a Genie. He's a clone," he said in shock. He pulled out his comm and quickly looked up a detail in the file. "TSBR0N33-EM12.01. The characters after the hyphen indicate the matrix creation sequence. Normally the first two character would be CM for coding matrix. EM stands for Enriched Mapping, an illegal and banned method. The number after the EM indicates how many human minds were connected in parallel during the Enriched Mapping. In his case there were 12 minds which is three times the usual number. Considering the illegal and desperate measure they took it is likely the 12 volunteers were the genetic engineering team themselves. The decimal indicates he was the first of the Genies in his team to receive the mapping. The danger of Enriched Mapping is that it is very taxing on the source minds which introduces brittleness in the matrixes they record. They must have thought adding extra minds was a solution to that but the evidence of the Genie team's mental dissolution proves that it didn't work. Well, other than for the first one in the process. I would love to speak with the engineers from this project but then, so would the authorities." They both looked at the innocent face of their sleeping friend. "Angelina, this doesn't mean his future is by any means secure. Cloning is an even older social taboo than Genies but there are precedents our lawyers may be able to use to at least delay his demise," he said grimly. "It is a good foundation. We will build from that," she said firmly. Pietr looked at his daughter with new respect and she beamed back. Chapter 9 Within days of the shooting at the airport public opinion did a dramatic flip for Pietr Rykov. Once branded as an elitist and slaver he was now seen as a protector and savior of the downtrodden, someone looking out for the least powerful members of society. He made several appearances on talk shows and always presented himself openly and honestly. He took the opportunities to press his message of personal integrity, responsibility, and transparency. Government for the people of Walla. The public ate it up. Angelina re-entered the nightlife with the usual suspects plus one. To be part of her group Bron was outfitted with a number of finely tailored, sharp looking suits as arriving at the clubs naked wasn't really an option regardless of how he kept his goodies tucked away in a secret compartment. There was one more adjustment to Bron's wardrobe Angelina insisted on. The discipline collar had to go. Pietr was initially reluctant but he saw the wisdom of showing his faith in the big Genie's gentle nature. Bron was very grateful. Angelina's entourage was comprised of five ladies, some from high school and some from University, plus three she'd befriended on her nightly prowl through the clubs. Her school friends began with her oldest friend Rhonda who went through men and hairstyles on a weekly basis. Black and beautiful, lushly curved yet petite in stature, sexually aggressive and opinionated, her hunt for the ideal man and her intolerance for bullshit was the stuff of legends. She loved talking about her flings almost as much as having them. Vicki was a high energy flash of wild red hair, white teeth in a perpetual lopsided grin, a dazzling array of pin-up tattoo's, and a lean runner's body. She was prone to dancing the night away. Smart as hell, she glided through school. When she graduated she took a job in a fitness club teaching dance aerobics as it paid the bills and let her do what she loved. Sasha was the first friend Angelina made in University. She had short cropped white blond hair, a hard athletic body, an often reckless disregard for danger, and a laugh that could cut through the loudest club music. Even though she flunked out after three months and ended up working in a mechanics shop, she kept in touch with Angelina and they'd been inseparable since. Stephie was almost a polar opposite to Sasha. Fair skinned from her Irish ancestry, she was quiet and sometimes painfully shy. Also from her Irish genes she had shoulder length wavy raven hair, soft curves bordering on carrying just a little too much weight, and an infectious giggle. The final member to join her group in her University years had been Bailley who was almost too pretty. While she had bonded deep and hard with the girls in the group she was also the most reserved, remaining aloof with everyone else as a defense mechanism. She was all smooth mocha skin, high cheekbones, almond shaped dark brown eyes, and long, straight ebony hair. She drew men to the entourage like bees to flowers. Tall with toned limbs and gentle curves she moved with a grace that drew the eye. Angelina knew of all of her school friends Bailley was the loneliest due to her trust issues. She wasn't sure what had happened in her friend's childhood but it must have been bad. Sasha, as her nature demanded, had drawn the group into a rather rough bar one night. There the ladies met Asami, a petite Japanese beauty with a modestly curved figure who had been drinking alone at the bar. Some unpleasantly aggressive men decided the ladies needed their attentions and quickly had them encircled at the bar. Little Asami had challenged the men to a drinking contest. If she could outdrink two of their strongest men the ladies would leave unmolested. Otherwise, they'd be their willing partners for the night. The ladies had been terrified but saw they had no other choice. Asami gave Angelina a wink and proceeded to drink two hugely muscled braggarts into unconsciousness. They left the bar without so much as a bad word from the men and had immediately taken Asami into their tight knit group. Rachel and Sarah were twin sisters from war torn Barrett's World. At the ripe age of fourteen they joined the army to get away from their domineering father. They fought in and survived three brief but bloody wars on their planet. They retired from the army after ten years. Their father had passed away in the intervening years and had left them with a tidy sum as an inheritance. With that, the sale of the family home and property, and their earnings from their years in the army they had enough money to emigrate to Walla and enjoy the rest of their lives in modest comfort. The twins were strong and hard from their years in the army but both had been 'gifted' with generous bosoms from their mother's genes. Their large blue eyes, olive complexions, full lips and strong noses were from their father. Once they'd had crew cuts but in an effort to soften their look they now wore their curly black hair in cascades to their shoulders. They had been trying to fit in but their often direct personalities frightened people. New to the planet and looking to make some friends they were drawn to the loud laughter from Angelina's group one night in a dance club. Angelina immediately connected with their almost brutal honesty and the rest of the group eventually warmed up to them, Bailley being the last. Boyfriends and male suitors came and went but her group was loyal to the core and free to be more than a little wild. They were well known in all of the clubs and were welcomed because they kept the energy levels up and the drinks flowing. They also drew the men into the clubs with their money. Initially the ladies weren't sure what to make of Bron. He was the only male member of the group. Sasha immediately saw the potential for chaos in the big guy so she was happy. Stephie was all giggles around Bron and that made him giggle as well. When he couldn't figure out why he was giggling that made the others laugh and relax. Vicki asked him if he knew how to dance and he asked her for a demonstration. She busted a few moves and he did a fair job of replicating her movements so Vicki saw in him a dance partner who just might be able to keep up with her. What surprised Angelina most was Bailley. During their second outing Bron sat with the woman for most of the night and the two just talked. She'd never seen her friend open up to anyone so quickly. At the end of the night they shared a warm full body hug. Though Angelina peppered Bron with questions all the way home he wouldn't divulge any details of his private conversation. The night club bouncers found Bron to be respectful and attentive to their instructions regarding security measures in their clubs so he was given back a little slice of that respect. By the second week they were exchanging nods when they arrived or were going so far as teaching him secret fist bump handshakes. Rhonda, true to her nature, was the first to ask if Bron was 'available' for a casual affair. She was rather taken by the tall, dark and mysterious guardian. Angelina gave all of her friends her blessings to pursue the gentle giant. Not being the daughters of politicians, corporate executives, or the social elites there was far less stigma to the attention they gave to Bron. Angelina was never seen looking jealous, angry, or even the slightest bit upset when one of her ladies ended up sitting on Bron's lap for extended periods though he certainly looked a little flustered by the attention. His naïve innocence and gentle nature just made him all the more appealing to the women. Instead of drama there was just much laughter and the usual wild behavior, typically just shy of being illegal. The tabloids were disappointed by the lack of scandal. At the height of his new popularity Pietr was asked to be a guest on Walla Night Now, which had an enormous audience but also a host known for his ultra conservative views. Ronnie Brown was a media superstar known for his vicious destruction of numerous political hopefuls. Ronnie was obviously out to derail the Rykov popularity train but there really was no other option for Pietr than to show up when he was publicly invited. Ronnie extended the invitation to bring along Angelina and Bron who could have front row seats to the spectacle. They graciously accepted as well. Bacchus The first few questions Ronnie threw his way had been relatively soft. Then Ronnie got that look in his eye and the smirk surfaced. "Mr. Rykov, you have been trumpeting your message of personal responsibility pretty loudly for the last little while. I have to ask myself though where was your personal responsibility when your daughter was being gang raped by a bunch of grubby Genies?" Pietr froze for a split second as his personal pain for that event was still fairly raw. Realizing the question was just the start of Ronnie's attack he countered with a calm question. "Do you not understand what personal responsibility means?" Ronnie had been expecting a far more aggressive response so he was unprepared for the question. "What? Of course I do!" "No, I don't believe you do. If you did you might have asked a more intelligent question such as 'Do I feel personally responsible for my daughter's attack?' to which I would have answered 'No, but as a father I deeply regret she experienced such a horrific ordeal at what was reputed to be a safe and exciting vacation destination. Personal responsibility is the act of taking ownership of the consequences related to decisions you made. Decisions based on reasonable expectations. Should I have expected Maintenance Worker Genies to defy their protocols and attack a guest of Bacchus? No." Ronnie's face was starting to go red. No one talked to him like that on his show. The gloves were coming off. "Was she in some way 'personally responsible' for enticing these workers into thinking they were invited to play." Pietr took a casual sip of water to give himself time to reign in his urge to kill the man. "So a victim of abuse is personally responsible for the abuser's actions? You still don't seem to be grasping this simple concept. If a woman walks down the street naked you believe she is responsible for the actions of a man who disregards all civilized moral and legal constraint and rapes her?" "No! That wasn't what I said! Your daughter has shown up in the tabloids in various states of undress during her outings at night clubs. They're like wild beasts at play. Bacchus is the perfect extension of that lifestyle. It should have been a 'reasonable expectation' for you that events would get out of hand!" Ronnie bellowed. "I'd like to answer that by asking Bron a question. Would it be possible to get a microphone over to him?" Pietr said calmly to Ronnie then cast a look to the floor manager. A portable mike was found and a crewmember carried it over to the Genie. While that happened Pietr did a little search on his comm unit and put it on his lap. He looked across at his daughter and smiled gently. "Bron, the Maintenance Worker Genies you were forced to kill, what section did they work in?" Pietr asked. "They wore green jumpers so they worked clean up in the restaurant district," he replied. "Do the worker Genies get to travel to any sections other than those they are assigned to be in?" Pietr asked. "No, the discipline collars give us shocks if we stray outside of our assigned zones," he said. "Between the restaurant district and where you encountered my daughter, are there any bars, night clubs, gambling dens, sex clubs or any entertainment of a rougher nature?" Pietr asked a little louder. "No sir." "One last question Bron. Can the guests of Bacchus just walk into the living areas of the workers?" "No sir." Ronnie began to bluster but Pietr slammed his comm on the desk. "You don't have to take the word of a 'grubby Genie'. Here is a map of the restaurant district and where my daughter was found. Walking down the street looking for a restaurant she was grabbed by thirteen workers and dragged inside their living complex. She was beaten and then they attempted to rape her when Bron arrived and acted to stop them. The workers were operating well outside of their design protocols. Completely anomalous and unexpected behavior. Bron was forced by humans to kill his own kind every day yet he went out of his way to save the life of a human he didn't even know. Why did he do it? Because he could. THAT sir, is 'personal responsibility'. Do. You. Understand. NOW?" Ronnie's face was deep red and he was struggling to keep from striking his guest. The show went to commercial. Ronnie signaled to the stage manager to cut the mikes. When he got the nod he leaned towards Pietr. "You fucking arrogant son-of-a-bitch! You think you can come on my show and show me up? I am going to fucking ruin you. When I am done you won't be able to get a job serving burgers. Why? Because you'll be dead! Do you know who you're fucking with? I personally put Senator Wilson in the grave. He thought he was pretty big shit until my friends in the police found the illegal porn we planted at his house. The best shots were of his sweet daughter, barely turned 18. The boys picked her up after school and had a real good time with her. The things they did to her! Hell, I personally enjoyed breaking her after we got the shots. I understand she never recovered. And Wilson, that fuck, offed himself. Coward! Oh yeah, you're going down and you're taking your fucking slut of a daughter with you. She'll be turning tricks on corners to pay for a drug habit my people are going to arrange for her one night very soon. Maybe I'll fuck her tight little ass before it gets too loose from all the johns taking their turn. Then I'll laugh on your graves when I plant you two as well." "There you go surprising me again Mr. Brown. Here I thought you had NO idea what personal responsibility was yet you provide example after example proving you can take responsibility for your actions," Pietr said with a smirk. "God damn, you are one fucking cheeky bastard. I'm going to enjoy destroying you and your daughter. Your both dead, you know that don't you?" "Oh I think you've made it quite clear that you are a murderer, a rapist, a conspirator, and probably a number of other vile things. As a human you hold no redeeming value and are a worthless piece of excrement. I wish you good luck in jail though. Senator Wilson was well loved by the inmates of our prison system since he worked so hard to ensure they were humanely treated." "What the fuck are you talking abo-" Ronnie's face froze as he looked down at Pietr's comm. "Yes, that's a live feed to the world network. Everyone and I mean everyone got to hear your confession of personal responsibility. Even your studio audience. Bravo," Pietr smiled. Ronnie stood up, his mouth flapping. Then he reached under the desk and came back up with a gun. There was a terrible pop and screech of feedback and everyone grabbed their ears. Plastic and metal shrapnel splashed all over Ronnie's desk and Pietr. A second later Ronnie toppled over, the gun falling from his nerveless grip. Pietr stood up and looked over at the unconscious man lying on the floor behind his desk. He had a deep gouge on his left temple and bits of plastic and metal clinging to him. Bron and Angelina rushed over to Pietr's side as he shut down his comm and pocketed it. "What did you hit him with?" Pietr asked Bron while he flicked bits of debris from his suit and hair. "All I had was the microphone. When he pulled out the gun I threw it at him. I didn't realize it was still on." "Well, thank you for saving my life once more," Pietr said shaking his hand. Bron noticed some trembling in the hand he held. Angelina grabbed her father in a fierce hug and cried on his shoulder. He tenderly kissed the top of his daughter's head. With the cameras still rolling, this was the image that appeared on the front page of all of the major news sites the following morning. Pietr's press secretary was once more delighted! The police arrived and took Ronnie into custody. The crew of the show were being detained as well. Some had already fled. With Ronnie's confession that he had a team of conspirators, everyone was a suspect. As they watched the police drag the thrashing TV host from the studio Bron mumbled something. Pietr looked up at the big man. "What was that?" "I want him... to die," Bron whispered, twitching as his conditioning punished him with a shot of pain. "You're very likely to get your wish. Now that the truth is out I suspect his life expectancy is very limited. Considering he implicated the police he may not survive the night. And that would be a shame because I want every single one of these fuckers exposed and stuffed into a dark pit somewhere," Pietr growled. "I think we'd better head home. I've had enough danger for one night." Chapter 10 Angelina and Bron kept a low profile over the next week. By the third night Angelina was feeling cabin fever. Since they weren't going out they invited the entourage back to the house and had a small, intimate party there. Her Dad was away for the week so she had the house to herself. As a ploy to ensure no recording devices were snuck into the house by her girlfriend's dates, all arrivals were asked to strip down to their lingerie or underwear before moving beyond the foyer. If you were going commando you could choose to continue to wear nothing or choose from a selection of grannie panties and bras or grandpa boxers. All other articles of clothing and devices brought into the house were stored in plastic tubs labeled with the name of the owner. Bron did the honors of collecting the items, putting them in the bins, and storing the bins in a secure RF shielded room. Five of the ladies brought dates. Rhonda had a male model named Anno. His body looked like it was sculpted from obsidian by Michelangelo and he wore the smallest G string underwear possible which left nothing to the imagination. Aside from the smug look for bringing such a hot specimen Rhonda wore a pink lace panty and bra set that looked amazing against her dark skin. Sasha wearing gold pasties over her nipples and a white G string brought Dan, the mechanic who worked on her motorcycle. He was more than a little rough around the edges. He looked a little stunned to have been included at the party and ended up wearing some grandpa boxers. Sarah wore plain white panties and a bra and she brought Rika, a rugby player from one of the national league teams. She'd met him in a club the night before. Proud of his muscular body, he opted to remain commando much to Sarah's delight. Her sister Rachel wore a plain black panties and bra set. Vicki in leopard pattern bra and panties brought a bartender named Jason who wore his own boxers. That morning he'd shooed Vicki from the dance floor when they'd closed the club just before dawn. She countered his expulsion by inviting him to breakfast at her place then to the party. Surprised, he accepted. Stephie surprised everyone by arriving with Scottie, Angelina's ex-boyfriend on her arm. She had always had a crush on the tall, slim aristocratic young man. After Angelina broke up with him she had warned Stephie to be careful of him because of his temper but the heart wants what it wants. The young woman had a lovely lace bra and panty set and Scottie wore black boxers which surprised Angelina as he was more of a brief's man. The ladies enjoyed seeing Bron without clothes but all of them were shocked and dismayed when all they saw between his legs was smooth, featureless skin. As each woman moved further into the house they found Angelina and pulled her aside to question her about it. She found herself repeatedly assuring the distraught ladies that he definitely had "the goods", he just didn't keep them on display. She refused to say more than that but her wicked grin fired the curiosity of her friends to a feverish pitch. The house had a large room in the basement with comfortable couches and chairs facing a low 'firepit'. The heat it threw off was real but the flames were very accurate holograms. There was a bar against one wall which everyone helped themselves to just to ease into the relaxed mood. A projection system aimed at a large screen against one wall for watching movies should the mood strike. Hidden speakers pumped out a strong beat and her friends pulled their dates up to dance. Bron danced with whoever felt like dancing and didn't have a date. After Vicki wore out Jason she dragged Bron out for a number of dances. Even Bailley danced with Bron. Most of the male eyes in the room watched as she swayed to the music. Some were discreet but Rika couldn't tear his eyes away. His commando state made his excitement very obvious and earned him a direct slap from Sarah on the offending appendage. He wasn't too impressed with that but got stared down by both Sarah and her sister. For once Bailley seemed oblivious to the stares and was really enjoying herself dancing. Angelina was so pleased to see her friend happy and it just made her love Bron all the more. She caught Scottie watching her and saw a cruel smirk on his lips before he schooled his expression and looked away. Stephie's expression showed nothing but excitement for having landed her dream date. Angelina's heart broke a little for her friend. She knew Scottie wasn't here for Stephie but there was nothing she could say. "It's time for party games!" Sasha hooted. Angelina looked over to her friend who was putting slips of paper in a series of bowls. Next to the bowls were a stack of shot glasses and a bottle of spiced rum. "What are we playing?" she asked. "Truth or Dare of course!" Sasha grinned. Angelina rolled her eyes and some of the others groaned. Sarah and Rachel didn't understand the thrill of this game because they always told the truth and there wasn't anything they were embarrassed or uncomfortable saying. "Ah, ya cry babies! I was only kidding! I've made up a NEW game I think you're all going to like!" Sasha bellowed. "Gather around people while I explain the rules. Oh yes! There be RULES!" The guests all sat down on the couches in a circle around a small coffee table with Sasha's bowls. Once she had everyone's attention she began. "OK, here we have three bowls. One contains our names. One contains actions. The last one contains the names of body parts. We will each take a turn pulling two slips from the name bowl and one slip from the action and body part bowl and placing them next to their bowls. This is where the fun begins. If the body part exists on both people then both people have to do the action to the body part of the other person. If the body part only exists on one of the people then the other one has to do the action to the person with the body part. If the body part doesn't exist on either they get to skip the turn. Clear so far?" She looked around and saw nods, nervousness, and excitement. "If you refuse to do the action you have to quickly down a shot of spiced rum. However, if your partner is willing but you refuse then you have to take two shots, yours and theirs. Pretty soon you won't be refusing the actions," she grinned at her friends. "After we finish the 15 turns we will see if we are in any condition to continue. Yes, Asami. Spiced Rum, your Achilles Heel!" she grinned evilly. "As the leader of this game I will pick first, followed by Vicki to my right then around the circle. Here goes!" she said with a flourish and dipped her hand in the bowls without looking. "OK, I have Asami and Vicki with the action 'touch with fingers', yes I had to be specific, and the body part 'bare ass'. Get to it girls! Woo!" Asami rolled her eyes and stood up as Vicki did. They walked over to the open area next to the dance floor. Sasha hit the remote and the music began to pump. Vicki's eyes closed in pleasure and she smiled as her hips began to roll sensually to the music. She slid her hands down her torso to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her leopard panties and slowly slid them down over her tight ass. Asami was smiling at her friend and moving to the music as well. Though not as fluid as Vicki she also began a little strip tease for the group who were hooting and whistling by now. The panties only dropped low enough to expose their smooth ass cheeks. Asami was first to reach out and grab the flesh of Vicki's ass. She looked back at the group with a false look of shock and her friends exploded into laughter. She let go and both turned around so Vicki could have her turn. She slid her fingers down the soft flesh and Asami started to bounce her ass in time to the music. Vicki started to laugh as the cheeks shook in her hands. She pulled away to the cheers of her friends and their dates. The two women pulled up their panties and made their way back to their seats with big grins. Sasha put the slips back into their appropriate bowls and mixed them up again. It was Vicki's turn to pick. "Anno and Stephi, Kiss..." Vicki smirked at the look of horror on Stephie's face. "...Belly Button" Stephie began to giggle and couldn't stop. Anno stood up and the giggling got worse. Rhonda took pity on the girl and poured her two shots of the spiced rum. Stephie nodded vigorously and slammed back the first. Her face which had been pinking up from embarrassment went beet red as the strong rum burned its way down her throat. She whooshed out a breath when she got the drink down then reached for the second as a cheer went up. The second shot followed the first and she wiped her eyes with a grin on her face. Anno sat back down with a smile on his and Rhonda patted his hard thigh appreciatively. Next it was Jason's turn. After a little fumbling he read them out. "Angelina, Scottie, Lick, and Neck." He hadn't finished reading and Angelina was pouring herself two shots. Scottie reached over and took one. "A bit presumptuous, aren't we?" he teased, smiling but there was an edge to his tone that Angelina read very well. They both tugged back the shots then it was Stephie's turn. She was already feeling the warm rum smooth away reality's rough edges. "Bron! Yay, Bron! Uh... Bailley. Kiss, Earlobes. Oooo!" The rest picked up Stephie's teasing and Bron looked around confused. Bailley looked like she wanted to pass then she studied Bron's innocent look. "Can we dim the lights so Bron can remove his goggles?" she asked. The room lighting was already fairly subdued but it would have still been uncomfortable for him. Angelina tapped a remote and the lighting slipped down into a very intimate dimness. "Is that too much? Our eyes should adjust shortly. How about you Bron, is that OK?" Bron slipped the goggles up on his head slowly uncovering his eyes. It was still just a little bright but not painful so he nodded. Bailley smiled and several of the other women made appreciative noises when they finally got a look at his eyes. It was the first time they'd seen him without his goggles and they liked what they saw. Angelina thought she caught a look of distaste on Scotties face but he looked away sharply before she could tell. Bailley stood up and held out a hand to Bron who joined her where Asami and Vicki had been moments before. She looked up into his eyes and any trepidation she had dissolved when she saw the trust in his beautiful eyes. "I'll go first," she said then she realized for all her height she wouldn't be able to reach unless he bent down awkwardly. She giggled at the uniqueness of being with someone so much taller than herself. Looking around she pulled an ottoman over and had him kneel on it which brought them face to face. Bailley felt a thrill run up her spine. She hadn't done anything like this in years but for some reason she felt safe with Bron. He wouldn't judge her. He didn't idolize her either. She was just a friend. She leaned in on his right side and her friends all leaned forward. Bailley and Bron were presenting their profile to the group so as Bailley gently sucked Bron's right earlobe between her lips they couldn't see nictitating membranes over Bron's eyes flicker in bliss or his mouth opening in surprise. Bailley felt his breath rush out in a gasp and his muscles tremble. She smiled because he'd given her the confidence to try being intimate again without the fear and he'd rewarded her with his honest reaction. She pulled back and Bron was closing his mouth and eye membrane flicking away the dizziness. Bacchus "Halfway there," she whispered to him. His eyes looked down concern as he felt the pressure building below. Bailley missed this as she slid in towards his other ear. Again his earlobes was caressed between her lips, her tongue flicking it playfully. "HOLY SHIT! Did you see THAT?" Mechanic Dan's coarse words broke Bailley's zen moment and she pulled back from her trembling partner. Then she felt the gentle thump on her waistband. Bron's eyes seemed unfocused and he was breathing heavily from her sensual treatment of his ears. She looked further down and saw what her friends were now pointing and whispering about. Bron's groin was no longer 'featureless'. He had a rather large feature, it was currently resting on her panties, and it was hot! She pulled back in surprise and Bron's eyes snapped back into focus. He looked down then whispered "Sorry." "No, it's OK... it's... it's a natural reaction. Don't worry," Bailley said, looking away with a blush. "But it's made you uncomfortable. I'm sorry for this," he said taking her hand. She smiled gently at his concerned look. "That's why it's ok. You're a good man." "Big Blue man's got a big blue dick!" Dan laughed. Sasha slapped her date's arm. Angelina caught a flash of revulsion on Scottie's face before he changed it into a fake grin. "Damn, Angelina you weren't kidding about 'the goods'. That's definitely good." Rhonda grinned and looked up at Anno. "Not to worry baby, your goods are damn good too. "Bron are you going to take a shot?" Angelina asked. Bailley shook her head. "No, he can finish." Her friend nodded as they shared a look. "Are you sure?" Bron asked. "It's just my earlobes. Wait, I have to take off my earrings." She removed the beautiful gold miniature temples from her ears. She leaned in to whisper to Bron. "My ears aren't that sensitive so it's fine." Bron nodded and leaned in to kiss her right earlobe. Her smile turned into a gasp and she clutched his shoulders as she leaned into the sensation of his rough tongue sending cascades of tingles down her neck. He switched sides and once more she clutched at him but this time it was accompanied with a loud moan. He pulled back with a shy smile and she gazed into his eyes and bit her lip. She began to lean in towards his lips when Sasha called the play. "Nah ah ah! You want more you gotta play the game! Back to your positions!" she scolded with a wicked grin. Bailley cast her an angry look then went back to her spot on the couch. Bron took his. Scottie stood up with a flourish and stepped over to the bowls. He pulled out the slips and smirked. "Rika, Jason, Massage, Nipple." "That's not happening!" Rika boomed out and was immediately boo'ed by the surrounding women. Loudest of all was Sarah. Again Rika shot her an angry look. Jason made a show of starting to stand then sitting down with a disappointed look. That earned him some cheers from the group and a kiss on the cheek from Vicki. Rika took the two shots and the game moved on. Rhonda was surprised that she'd pulled her own name. The partner was Rachel and they had to 'Suck Toes'. They got into position seated on chairs across from each other. Rachel simply put Rhonda's toes in her mouth and sucked gently. Rhonda got one look at the rough skin on Rachel's foot and refused. She demanded the woman come with her to the salon the following day for some foot pampering and maybe a little polish. While Rachel was a little embarrassed at first she was secretly thrilled to be invited to a salon. Rhonda slammed back the shot and they returned to their seats. Anno pulled 'Dan, Stephie, Stroke, Ass' which pushed Stephie in to a mad giggle attack. The previous two shots hadn't loosened her up enough so she opted for two more. Her head was seriously spinning afterwards. For Asami's turn she pulled 'Scottie, Bron, Massage, Penis' which made the ladies hoot with excitement. Scottie immediately poured two shots of rum and placed one in front of Bron as he slammed his own back. Bron looked at the drink then back at the waiting man. "No thank you, I don't drink." Sasha, Rachel, and Sarah were in tears from laughter and Angelina was trying desperately to keep the smile off of her face. Even Stephie who was tipsy from her own rum consumption was giggling merrily. Scottie's face went red and he snatched up the second shot and drank it as well. Angelina and Bailley looked at each other and called for a bathroom break. Bron slipped his goggles back on and Angelina brought the lights back up to their initial intimate level. The group made their way to either refill their drinks or use the facilities. Sasha, Angelina, and Bailley were standing by the washroom door waiting for Rhonda to finish. Angelina leaned in to speak with Sasha. "I don't think this group has the right dynamic for this game," she began. "What? Are you kidding? Did you see the look on Scottie's face? Priceless!" Sasha laughed. "Yes, but this is a sexy game which should leave everyone feeling good and while it's had some laughs that's not really the goal. I think we should just go back to dancing and drinking," Angelina said and Bailley nodded. "Well, damn. I guess it's your party. I was kinda hoping to see if anyone was going to pick the 'Fuck' action I put in there," Sasha lamented. Bailley shared a shocked look with Angelina. "It's a good idea we stopped when we did," she said. Suddenly there was a huge crash sound followed by screaming and crying. Everyone ran down the hall towards the sound. They heard Scottie yelling angrily. Rachel and Sarah were first to reach the spare bedroom at the end of the hall. The door was off its hinges and Bron stood a few steps inside. He was holding both of Scottie's wrists in one of his hands and had him lifted off his feet, dangling from Bron's grip. Scottie's underwear were tangled around his ankles and his wilting erection was sticking out, covered in blood. Angelina pushed through the stunned onlookers and gasped when she saw Sophie curled up on the bed. She was bleeding from her ass so it was pretty apparent what Scottie had been doing to the inebriated woman. "What the FUCK did you do to Stephie!" she growled. "Nothing she didn't ask me for. Tell your pet monster to let me go! NOW!" Scottie raged. "No one asks to have their ass raped. You're the monster!" Angelina shouted back. Bailley stepped forward. "Bron, what happened?" Bron was trembling with suppressed rage. It took him a few attempts to talk as his jaw was clenched so tight. "I saw Scottie dragging Stephie away from the room. She didn't look happy so I followed. The door to this room was closed so I listened to hear if she was ok. She was repeating the word no over and over and then she started to scream but it was muffled. I heard Scottie say 'Take it bitch' so I pushed the door in and pulled him off of her. His penis... it was in the wrong hole... and there was blood." His breathing was picking up. "I want to hurt him. I want to hurt him very much. Maybe I should hurt him like he hurt Stephie." Bron fought off the shooting pain of his conditioning kicking in and gave Scottie a violent little shake as if he weighed nothing. Reminding the man how powerless he was. Scottie bravado failed and he was terrified looking into the black alien eyes of his captor. The thought of being impaled on that huge blue cock pushed his xenophobia over the edge. He lost bowel control, just for a second, but it was enough. He screamed his terror and humiliation then began to blubber. Bron dropped Scottie in his own shit and everyone stepped back as the smell hit them. "Scottie, if I ever see you again near ANY of my friends I swear I will let Bron do whatever he likes to you! Bron! Get him out of my house!" Angelina said with venom. Bron lifted the crying, shit smeared man upstairs and tossed him down on the grass of the front lawn. Then he went back inside and came out with the plastic container containing Scottie's clothes and comm. He dumped the contents onto the front lawn. "Leave NOW" Bron roared. Scottie scrambled to pick up his stuff then ran down the lane to the street beyond where his car was parked. Bron turned to go back into the house but Rika was on his way out with his clothes hastily pulled on. Bron raised his eyebrows at the glare the man gave him. He turned back again only to see Rachel and Sarah blocking his way. They both had expressions indicating he smelled. "Sorry Bron, you need to be cleaned before you go back inside. Walk around to the backyard to the pool shower," Rachel said and they followed the big man. Sarah got the water going and they indicated he should get under the warm spray. The sisters shared a look after he'd been in there for a couple of minutes. They slipped off their bras and panties and stepped in with him. "Bron, you need help washing your back," Sarah insisted squirting some body wash into her hand and her sister's. They began to run their strong hands over his shoulders and made their way down his broad back. "We were very impressed with how you handled that situation. I believe I would have beaten the man to death," Rachel said, kneading the muscles on his back. "Why did Rika leave?" Bron murmured as he relaxed under their ministrations. Sarah smiled at her sister as their efforts were working. "The dope had the gall to say that Scottie was just looking to let off a little steam, like there was a justification for his raping gentle Stephie." Bron's eyes snapped back into focus. "It was a good thing I didn't know what he'd said when he left." Rachel's eyes flashed with excitement at Bron's growl. The two women replenished the body wash and continued down his back. He began to relax again. When they reached his ass, they seemed to spend extra time on those muscles and Bron felt that familiar tingle begin again. He was so relaxed though he didn't notice their heavy breathing. They each moved to his sides and he had to put an arm over each. The moment his hands touched their skin his fingers automatically began to knead their flesh. Each woman whooshed out a breath as he pressed firmly on their backs. "Oh! I am sorry, I sometimes forget how frail human's are," Bron apologized. "Frail?" snorted Sarah and Rachel picked up the chuckle. "We are far from frail. Maybe the other ladies are but we're all muscle and scars." "Compared to me you're both delicate flowers." He looked down at their surprised expressions and wondered if they didn't see how beautiful they were. "And as lovely." Rachel and Sarah crushed their heavy tits against his body as they tried to kiss him. He bent his knees and placed a hand under each of their asses. Then he lifted them both so their faces were now just a little higher than his. Being carried like one of their 'frail' girlfriends and feeling the overwhelming strength of their partner were new experiences for the sisters and they liked it, very much! Rachel grabbed Bron's face and turned it to her so she could kiss him. As her tongue slipped into his mouth she encountered a texture she wasn't expecting. Tingles ran from her mouth down to her pussy which was rubbing firmly against his hip. She pulled back in surprise and Sarah took the opportunity to go for her own kiss. She squealed and pressed herself harder against his other hip as she felt his rasping tongue against her smooth one. The sisters looked at each other in shock. Then they felt something hot against their legs. "Rock, Paper, Scissors. Winner gets to ride that. Second winner gets to ride his tongue," Sarah said. Moments later they were leading Bron out of the shower holding his hands. Rachel and Sarah threw down some lounge chair mats side by side on the ground and gently pushed Bron down onto his back. The women skipped the preliminaries and got right to business. Rachel straddled Bron's groin and reached under to position the head of his thick cock at her entrance. She rocked back and forth gently sliding the head in and out of her pussy. Her wetness spread over his cock as she pushed a little more of him into her with each thrust. Sarah swung her leg over his chest and slid her pussy closer to his face. She assumed he knew what to do. She hadn't had too much experience with this position herself as men seemed to be frightened to put their head between her powerful thighs. Bron grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her the remaining distance to his waiting mouth. He seemed to know exactly what to do and Sarah almost lost consciousness right at the start. The shock of his rough tongue running from the bottom to the top of her pussy, dipping deeply into her as it rose and circling her clit at the top of the stroke was almost too much. Rachel finally managed to get all of his cock into her wet pussy. She was holding still to allow her body time to adjust to such a thick intruder. He started to rock his hips and she immediately got into the rhythm. Her breath came out in gusts as he filled her completely. Bron's hips began to move on their own and Rachel began to bounce on his cock, the slap at the bottom of each stroke causing her sensitive nerves to explode like fireworks. She was quickly losing control of her body's reactions to the deep rhythmic thrusting. Her pleasure spiked and she cried out and shook as her muscles clenched around his thick cock. Bron didn't stop so her orgasm went on and on. The sensation of her clenching sent Bron over the edge too and he moaned strongly as his tongue slipped deep into Sarah's gushing pussy. The vibration of his moan tickled her clit and she hit her peak just as his tongue stroked up to wrap itself around her sensitive bud. Sarah screamed soundlessly as her body felt compressed by waves of pleasure. Only Bron's grip on her ass kept her upright. Bron slowly lifted Sarah from his face. She pulled her leg over his chest and he eased her down on his right side. Once she was clear Rachel collapsed across his chest and he pulled her to his left side sliding his softening cock from her as well. Both women rested their heads on his shoulder and tried to catch their breath. "My god... Bron... that was... incredible," Rachel gushed breathlessly. Sarah could only nod as she was still tingling like mad from his attentions. It felt like a series of micro orgasms and all she could do was ride it out. Soon both slipped into a deep sleep. Bron began to worry about Angelina and the other guests. He slipped from under the two ladies and put some large towels over their sleeping forms. He stepped over to the shower and quickly rinsed himself off again. A quick rub with a towel and he was ready to go back inside. He moved to the back patio door and pulled it open to see Rhonda's naked breasts hanging over the back of a chair as Anno hammered into her from behind. The Model had his eyes on the prize which in this case was in the direction of Rhonda's ass. He seemed particularly fascinated by the sight of his own dick. As for Rhonda, she couldn't tear her eyes away from Bron and he realized she had a perfect view of the deck where he'd just been with Rachel and Sarah. He tried to think of how he was going to walk around the couple. Anno was making noises like he was getting close and Rhonda looked back in desperate annoyance. She turned back to Bron just as Anno pulled himself from her and came all over his own torso. Rhonda was stunned by the man's total disregard for her pleasure. Anno staggered back and sat down in a chair as he rubbed his chest with both hands, eyes closed. Rhonda prepared to let him have an earful when Bron stepped forward and gently took her face between his big hands and kissed her. She gasped and responded as his tongue slipped around hers. He moved to her ears and kissed his way down her neck and across her chest until he reached her stiff nipples. Bron sucked one into his mouth and twirled his tongue around the nipple. Rhonda sucked her breath in as her nipples grew even stiffer from the intense tingling. Bron moved to the other breast to repeat the treatment and Rhonda began to make little whimpering noises. Bron stood and picked up the chair with Rhonda still kneeling on it. He set it down next to the couch and sat down so he was facing her ass. He squeezed her round orbs with his strong hands and she squealed a little. Then he immediately got to work. Rhonda began to cry out and rock her hips back to meet his thrusting tongue. When she began to shake and wail he lapped aggressively across her clitoris and she howled her pleasure. He reached forward and gently rolled her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and Rhonda came. Hard. He picked her up and sat back on the couch with her on his chest, holding her in his arms while she crested and all during her descent back to reality. When she finally got her bearings, she patted his arm and looked up at him. "Thanks, Bron! At least you don't disappoint!" she said staring daggers at Anno whose smile dropped from his face. Bron stood and gently placed her back on the couch. He made his way past the indignant model and slipped into a washroom to once more freshen up. He overheard Rhonda yelling, "Don't even think of touching me and don't you dare touch anything until you've washed your hands. Don't think I didn't see what you were doing!" Bron finally managed to make it back down to the basement where he heard loud noises of aggressive sex and recognized Sasha's and Dan's voices coming from the room where moments before Stephie had been raped. While he would have naturally investigated the noises Sasha was making thinking her to be in distress, Angelina had warned him in advance that what sounded like rape to most was just good sex to Sasha. It still disturbed him. Outside of the two having relations in the end room the basement was empty. He hoped for Stephie's sake Sasha had waited for her to leave before they began to rut. He walked back upstairs and found his way into the kitchen where Angelina, Bailley, and Stephie were sitting together having tea. Bron stopped in the doorway and tried to catch Angelina's eye. Stephie saw him first and stood up. He was worried that he'd frightened her but she marched across the kitchen and grabbed him in a hug. He hugged her back and soon she was crying against his chest. He gently rubbed her back and just held her until she calmed. "Thank you, Bron," she whispered as she pulled back slightly from his chest to look up at his face. "You're welcome," he smiled down at her. She walked back to the kitchen table and pulled him along with her. She gently pushed him down to sit on the bench next to Bailley then she slid in next to him and lifted his arm to settle in against his side. She breathed a big sigh and stared at the steam rising from her cup on the table. Bailley looked over at Stephie then smiled at Angelina who returned her smile. Bailley lifted Bron's other arm and leaned back against his other side. Bron looked at Angelina and raised his eyebrows. "Where are the others?" Bron asked and Stephie giggled. He looked down at her, puzzled. "What is funny?" "You're rumbly voice makes my nose itch," she giggled. Bron reached in with the arm that was over her and rubbed her nose which just caused her to giggle some more. She grabbed his hand and pulled his arm across her like a blanket and closed her eyes with a small smile on her lips. Angelina looked at her friend with a sigh of relief. She looked at Bron with deep gratitude in her eyes and he just smiled back. Not to be outdone by Stephie, Bailley grabbed Bron's other hand and pulled his right arm around her. Angelina rolled her eyes and answered Bron's question. "Vicki took Asami and Jason dancing. I haven't seen Sarah or Rachel since they threw Rika out and Rhonda-" "Is right here," the woman said as she entered the kitchen. "Sorry, I had to get rid of my date. Three's a crowd so I told him he and his narcissism had to go. They made a nicer couple anyway." She pulled up the chair next to Angelina and dropped herself into it. Then she grabbed the edge of the table and whooshed out a breath as her sensitive skin flared with tingles. She ran the tip of her pink tongue across her upper lip as she rode out the sensation then she sent a quick but heated look over to Bron who did his best to maintain an innocent look.