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First Immortals Ch. 01

By: bb1212



Hi Folks, my name is Josh Scabbard, but people call me Commander Scabbard if they're talking to my face and Old Scabies if they're talking behind my back. Personally I don't really give a fuck what people call me, I've already lived longer than all of them, and I'll most likely just keep on doing that. They don't worry me.

Now this is a sort of journal, the story of the original immortals, the group of astronauts who made the first contact with the race that we came to call the YW's. The YW's were the people or creatures from a planet in the galaxy known to the astronomers of the day as YW4597. Those of us in that first ship quickly christened them the 'Yorta Watchits', but more about that later. Now because this is meant to be read by people in the future I'm going to explain all sorts of shit that people around right now already know. That means if I scratched my balls and it affected the course of history, them I'm going to say I scratched my balls. Its also a bit of a personal record, so there's going to be a few highlights from my life that didn't have stuff all impact on history too. It aint a secret that I've fucked a couple of YW's over the years, and I am going to describe what that was like. If you aint fucked a YW yourself, and face it most people haven't, then this could be pretty interesting reading.

Back in the year 2054, that is four hundred and thirty eight years ago, I was twenty-three years old, and I was the first new pilot in the Australian Air Force to get my wings in the brand new Chinese designed and built Steller aircraft. The Steller wasn't like anything that had ever existed before. The thermal propulsion unit was first released in the Steller, and that gave it the first ever lifetime drive. The lifetime of an aircraft back then was about thirty years and the thermal propulsion units of the day were supposed to be good for about five years more than that. But that wasn't always the case and from the first and only production run there were exactly eighteen melt downs. A pilot in a Stellar experiencing a meltdown only had about two or three seconds warning, and there was no way to get to the safety distance of twenty four thousand kilometres in that time. Most guys just drew out a long 'oh, fuuuuuuck,' before they fried, but Johnny Travers, who was a good mate of mine and a really funny bastard, just announced 'look in quadrant four seven echo, I'm lighting a fart...' We got totally fucking pissed that night, and made up a perpetual 'Fartlighter award' that was given to the craziest pilot of the year every September the twenty first, on the anniversary of the day he copped it. The pilots all got together and chose who got the award. At first it was just the Aussies, but then all the Steller pilots around the world got involved. I'm proud to say I won it four point five times, and that was the record when the brass pulled it.

So anyway, I finally had my wings, and I had got them in the first aircraft capable of taking off from an airfield, flying to the moon, then turning around, flying back, and then landing back on the same airfield. I was going out with a girl called Ella Furness at the time, and she was real hot one. Ella was only about one-sixty tall, and that put me a full head above her. She was skinny too, and there were four things that made her stand out when she walked home from work among the giggling schoolgirls. First, she wore her short bobbed yellow hair in a much more adult style. Second she was dressed in designer clothes and made up to look well over her twenty years of age. The third and fourth things were both in her bra. I still swear that I've never seen a natural pair of tits so fucking huge, and didn't she like to show them off!

I had to do the graduation parade and the formal dinner and stuff, all totally boring to a young man who had the hottest girlfriend in the state, but I got through them and managed to meet Ella outside the base at one o'clock in the morning. She had one of those posh European fusion cars back then, and we only drove as far as was needed to make sure that any stray drunks heading back to the base wouldn't catch us in the act. Back then in the early two thousands sex was totally without danger. They had eliminated AIDS and herpes, they had created the male pill, not actually a pill at all, but a magnetic treatment that just took three minutes and guaranteed that the guy would shoot blanks for six months. Anyway we climbed into the tiny back seat and I went for Ella's tits while she just rubbed the shiny new wings on the chest of my uniform. Back then, in my early twenties, I was a bit of a stud even if I do say so myself. I'd first had sex on my eighteenth birthday, which was the norm at that time. They had another version of the magnetic pill thing that all kids were put through, and it stopped the sex drive totally. When you turned eighteen there was another treatment and suddenly years of adolescent sexual energy was demanding release. I got to fuck this girl called Wahley on my own bed during my party, but the act lasted all of thirty seconds and I damn near drove her head through the wall when I unleashed the torrent. I did have to change the sheets afterward, because the used ones ended up stiff enough to stand up on their edges.

But by the time I got to Ella I had learned the art of patience and control. I didn't just grope those magnificent tits, I caressed them, and I knew how to get her off with just my hands and mouth. I made her cum a couple of times playing with her tits and then a couple more by going down on her. Not an easy task in that little back seat, but well worth it. Plenty of guys tried to hit on Ella, but they didn't get anywhere because I kept her satisfied in all sorts of ways. Eventually I slipped my almost always hard cock into her tight, warm hole, and then I slowly started to fuck her. I had worked out how to make intercourse last a long time, I thought of non-sexy things, like senior officers, but I also changed position, angle and pace regularly. We would have fucked for close to three hours in that cramped little car, kissing, moaning and grunting to the rhythm of my thrusts and the sound of my balls slapping against her ass. I had the incredible physical stamina of an elite athlete, which is what a top line pilot is, and I loved it when Ella screamed loudly as her pussy pulsated around my cock from yet another orgasm. I managed to hold back myself until she was so tired and on such a sexual high that she really couldn't talk, and then I timed my orgasm to coincide with one of hers. I wanted to go again, but she had to work the next day and she would just have enough time to get home, washed and changed as it was.

As a pilot I was sort of like one of those disposable sports stars of the day. While I was fit and my reactions were sharp enough I would have a job, but the real security was still in computers back then. Robots were starting to replace tradesmen and computer teachers were starting to run the classrooms. While there had always been people who were happy enough to just sit around doing nothing all day, this was starting to be forced on more and more people as the traditional vocations disappeared up computers asses. It was in the later half of that century that the 'grey nomads', the old retired people driving around the country in their mobile homes or towing caravans, turned into the 'bored nomads', the youngsters with no job and plenty of money, who toured around in a similar manner looking for excitement and fulfilment. That was the when the mind altering drug and ultra alcohol industries had a real big surge. But eventually most people got used to not working, and they used their time to travel, to establish large social networks and to write bad poetry. After the initial defeat of terrorism the same mental tracking system was used to stamp out all crime serious enough to warrant jail sentences, so it was really safe to do damn near anything back then.

But pilots were still needed. The boffins were working on computer-controlled aircraft for both commercial and military use, but they still hadn't got them right. So being the big 'stars' of the day we got to do damn near anything we wanted. The older generation of pilots at the time were mostly scared of the Steller. They didn't like the ultra-responsive handling, and they didn't like the implications of the thermal propulsion drive. Because the whole thing is heat based you have to enter the atmosphere at least once a month to charge the thing up, and that of course means you also have to leave it first. I had already been into space twenty times by the time I got my wings, and it didn't mean that much to me, but I was suddenly one of the elite. We had just two older pilots who made the transition, the rest stuck with the old quad jets or retired to their caravans and poetry. Nope, I don't like poetry and I am not at all sorry about that. There were fifteen more kids of about my age who also qualified on the Steller in the next few years, so the eighteen of us were the ones who took travel out of this world, well as far as Australia was concerned anyway. While our bored and unemployable schoolmates tried to work out different ways to fuck each other silly, to alter their reality and to rhyme something with 'orange' we were out there amongst the stars. It doesn't sound like much these days, but it was a massive thing back then, and we were in all the newscasts.

But it wasn't just work. Three of the other pilots were girls, and one of them was Bira. She wasn't just gorgeous; she was also smart, funny and daring. The end for Ella and the start for Bira happened on one space run. We had taken our Steller out and were orbiting Earth and she looked at me funny. 

"What?" I asked.

"Do you know what my grandparents called going around the world?" she asked mischievously, as we went around the world.

"What?"

"Fucking a girl in every hole, mouth, pussy and ass." I looked at her for a moment, and then I undid my G-suit. My cock stuck up proudly, and her eyes lit up. I don't know how, but she slipped out of her harness and then she wriggled across the centre console without bumping anything and sending us spinning off to Mars. There was a basic gravity system in the Steller, so it was almost like Earth in that regard. But, regardless of the danger of gravity in our positions, as she slipped her warm mouth over the head of my cock I didn't really care. She sucked my cock for a while as I kept half an eye on what the ship was doing, and then she pulled her mouth back and looked up at me.

"Fuck me," she said and then slipped her mouth down my shaft again, her tongue working the underside of my cock as she did. I don't know why I had never tried to hit on any of the female pilots before, they were all pretty good looking, but now I was going to make up for lost time. I twisted her bright blue hair around my fingers and pulled her down hard, feeling the resistance and hearing her splutter, but she gave me the OK sign as it happened, so I used her mouth as a fuck toy, and I wasn't too gentle about it. We were in a slow orbit, and had about six hours before returning to the point of re-entry, so I made sure to make it last. Bira's hands were active. She played with my balls a bit, but mostly she twisted and turned until her G-suit was totally off, and then she played with her tits and in between her legs. She was lithe, long legs and arms on a slim athletic body. I didn't get a good look at the front of her for a while, but I didn't care. After about an hour and forty-five I stepped up the pace as her throat opened around my saliva-coated cock. I face fucked her to my orgasm and we writhed together as I shot streams of cum deep into her body. She didn't miss a drop.

"That was good", she moaned. She had wriggled back into her seat and her tits were rising and falling as she gasped for air. They were great tits, not as spectacularly huge as Ella's, but very firm and proud. Her nipples rose abruptly from the dark circles of her areola and pointed off somewhere into the future. I smiled, and I pointed to my still hard cock.

"It aint over yet sweetheart." She looked at me quizzically.

"How?" She was on my right side, and I reached my arm across carefully.

"Roll onto this," I said, and she rolled so my hand was on her firm stomach. I lifted, and as she realised what I was doing she tightened up her limbs. She steadied herself against her seat as I lifted her up and I slowly drew her across, telling her when to move her arms and legs to avoid the Steller's controls. I found out later that Bira weighed in at forty eight kilo's not a lot, but plenty when you are holding it up with one hand and a single wrong move could kill you. It took a few minutes, but finally she was above me, between my body and the roof controls and I slowly lowered her onto my cock. Her eyes opened wide as her pussy stretched around my cock head.

"Huge', she gasped, and I smiled. I found out later that I was just the second guy to fuck Bira, and the first had a tiny cock, making my two hundred and a bit millimetres look and feel massive to her. It took us about five minutes of wriggling and twisting to get my cock all the way into her pussy, and by then her eyes were already glazed over in orgasm. Then I started fucking her properly. 

Damn she was tight, and I had to go real slow so as not to blow my load in the first five minutes. That was something I hadn't done for years, but it was turning into a real risk. Bira was straddled over me, and I saw the curtains matched the carpet, which is an old phrase my grandfather used. It meant that a girl's pubic hair matched the hair on her head, and apparently before they invented pigmentation treatments girls used to dye their hair, but some had really light hair on the head and really dark downstairs. Then they all started shaving or waxing their pubes to make their pussies smooth. By the time I was interested in girls the idea of a plain skin coloured pussy was a real turn off, and there were all the colours of the rainbow to explore. I never found a pot of gold down there at the end of the rainbow, but quite often there was a golden pot of honey. Bira's eyes were closed, and she had her head thrown back, and those nipples looked ready to poke holes into my chest when we hugged. We both kept it slow as our bodies got used to each other, and the firm grip she had on me felt like I was squeezing my cock through the neck of a tiny bottle into hot syrup. All right, I don't know that for sure, I haven't actually done that, but that was what I imagined when I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation. After half an hour I picked up the pace a bit, and Bira had her first orgasm on my cock. She said later it had taken that long just to adapt to my size. Soon she had taken over control, riding my cock like a pro, and grinding her clit into by body as she came over and over, but I could see she was building up to a really big one, and I bucked up to meet her on each down stroke, bringing her closer each time. When it hit it was massive. She shouted and shuddered, still grinding her body into mine, and the movement in her pussy was spectacular. My cock was inside a human shaped milking machine, and within a minute of her starting her orgasm I was shooting another load into Bira. The experience was incredible, and this time I did lose my erection, well at least partly, but she kept on coming her pussy clenching tightly around the base of my cock, holding it firmly inside her. She had an orgasm that lasted almost fifteen minutes, it was amazing, and when she finally collapsed onto me her pussy had sucked my cock back into hardness again.

We just cuddled together for a while, both of us gasping for air and her pussy still wrapped around my cock.

"I have never had an orgasm like that before," she said quietly.

"And I've never seen one like that," I agreed. Ten minutes later she looked at me with a regretful smile.

"I'm going to have to go back to my side, do you have the strength?"

"I thought you wanted to go around the world?" Her eyes widened in surprise, and she clenched her pussy around my cock, I think to test if it was actually hard.

"It would hurt," she said timidly, "I've never tried..." Back then, before today's zone relaxants, I wasn't a big fan of anal virgins. Usually they tensed right up and it was almost impossible to get in. Then if you did they would moan or scream about the pain, and you just couldn't have a good fuck. I thought seriously about just returning to her seat, but the temptation was also great. Everything about Bira so far had been fantastic.

"I could be very gentle," I said as reassuringly as possible, "and don't you want to be the first to go around the world while going around the world?" It was her concept, but I quite liked the idea. She nodded very slowly.

"If I say 'stop'..."

"I'll stop. I promise." She still looked doubtful, but I drew her to me and we kissed. We had kissed earlier, but this was a loving kiss, not a fucking kiss. Our hands explored as our tongues danced and slowly she lifted her hips until my cock popped out of her cum filled pussy. Bira pulled her head away too and looked at me with determination.

"Let's try."

We wriggled and giggled like two children playing in a single sleeping bag at Christmas, but where our hands went was nothing at all childlike. Finally Bira was lying at the end of the seat, her anxious eyes looking up at me, and I was poised above her, my feet tucked in behind the pedals and my weight mostly supported by my arms. My cock was gently brushing her pubic mound as we wriggled. Way back then I was pretty damn arrogant, so instead of asking her if she was sure and giving her a chance to back out I held myself up with my left arm and stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy. She gasped in surprise. Then I pulled my fingers back out and they were coated in her juices and my cum. I rubbed the slippery mixture on the tight little bud of her asshole and she whimpered.

"I'm not sure..." she whispered.

"Shhh," I said. I was so horny now, and I didn't want her changing her mind. I slipped a finger into the tight ring and she groaned.

"I ..."

"Relax." I fingered her ass slowly, and let it expand, and then I carefully added another finger. Bira's fearful eyes were wide but at least her nipples still looked as hard as my cock. Her hands were behind her knees as she held her legs up out of the way. I was sweating with the strain of supporting myself in the awkward position on one arm, so instead of adding another finger to stretch her more I just pushed my cock into her pussy. Bira looked confused until I took it out, took my fingers out her ass and rubbed the slippery wetness together onto my cock head. I positioned my cock against her virgin asshole and pressed slightly, returning my hand to the seat. 

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, as I slowly pressed against her ring. I would have loved to, but I knew I had to take it slower than that.

"Relax," I told her again.

"How?" It was damn good question, but I am a pilot, not a psychiatrist. I just thought of anything that might distract her.

"Close your eyes," I instructed, and she did. "Now describe me without peeping." Her asshole was very slowly stretching as I applied firm pressure to it.

"Tigers supporter, black and gold hair," she grunted, "Violet eyes, one with gold flecks the other with silver." I watched her face, and her eyes stayed shut. She actually remembered this stuff. "Scar on the left cheek, about ten millimetres... oh fuck, that's not going to work." I eased the pressure back a bit and watched as she panted. Her eyes were still screwed tightly shut, and there were a couple of tears running down her face. Her hands were balled into tight fists behind her legs.


First Immortals Ch. 01



"Do you want me to..."

"Keep going Josh, it's almost there." 

"OK," I said looking down and thinking 'no it aint', but I pressed some more.

"Oh, shit," Bira said as she stretched a bit wider. "No facial hair and sort of small earlobes." She was back to describing me, but now her voice had a desperate edge to it. I wished I had asked her to describe someone else, but who? How can you say to a girl 'describe your best friend for me while I stick my cock up your ass'? The ass in question stretched even wider; we were starting to get close now. "Very fit with well defined muscles and a divine ass, oh fuck me, has that thing just got bigger? I'd swear that's a baseball bat you're putting in me."

"Just my cock sweetheart," I said still pushing firmly, "and it's almost there." I remembered what a previous girlfriend who actually liked it up the ass had said. "Push against it, like you want to have a shit." The tears were running down Bira's face as she nodded and the next thing my cock head finally pushed through her sphincter.

"Holy fucking shit that hurts," she shouted, and I just held still. "Is it in?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"All the way?"

"Just the head, but that's the worst bit. You can open your eyes now."

"No, first I want you to tell me what colour my eyes are."

"What?"

"You heard me, tell me what colour my eyes are, if you can I'll let you fuck my ass until you cum, if you can't we stop now." With the mental tracking system I couldn't fuck Bira without her consent, so now I had to either stop or remember her eyes.

"I..."

"Hurry up, I'm not lying here with you cock plugging my ass all day while you think about it." I pictured her at the base, but I had never paid that much attention to her, but then I pictured her with her mouth around my cock. She had looked up with her...

"Maroon eyes," I said triumphantly, and she sighed.

"Yes?"

"With gold flecks and gold edges." She opened her eyes and looked at me. I was right.

"Get on with it," she said through clenched teeth, and I got on with it.

I had thought that Bira had a tight pussy, but it was nothing compared to her ass. I struggled to get any movement at all, and out of necessity her first ass fuck was quite brutal. I tried to use my spit to keep things slippery, but was sort of like putting a single drop of oil between two people and telling them to body slide. A couple of times I tried to stop and let her ass adjust to my cock, but she would have none of that. I'd say for the first half an hour she was just hoping it would be over. She would moan and squeeze the occasional tear from an eye, and it was pretty easy to see she wasn't having any fun at all. I kept it as slow and regular as I could, and eventually we seemed to work up a bit of a rhythm. I would thrust into her, and her already tight ass would squeeze as my balls hit. She stared up into my eyes and smiled as I met her gaze.

"I meant it you know," she said.

"What?"

"That I'd make you stop if you couldn't remember my eyes."

"I believed you."

"I don't want you to fall in love with me or anything like that," she continued, "but if had been so casual that you didn't remember..."

"Why?" I asked, trying not to sound too callous.

"I have spent my life working to become a pilot, that was my dream, I didn't have much time for sex."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I've only had one lover before." It must have been better, here we were, orbiting the planet in the very cramped confines of a Steller, me with my cock stroking in and out of her ass and she wanted to tell me how inexperienced she was.

"How was he?" I asked and she paused.

"This still hurts," she said, "but it also feels better. He just wanted another virgin on his list."

"Ah." I shifted my arms, one at a time, so that I was holding her legs up, and she wriggled her hands to get the circulation back.

"This is sort of... all right." Bira said, sounding a bit doubtful.

"Good," I said, "now play with yourself." I couldn't believe it when she giggled and blushed.

"I'd be embarrassed,"

"You did before."

"You couldn't see me."

"Just try it."

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" 

I tell you what people; I'm four hundred and sixty one years old. I wanted to know about languages, so I learned eighteen of them. I wanted to know about engineering, so I studied that. I wanted to understand alcoholics, so I destroyed three livers in just less than one hundred years. I wanted to understand molecular science, so I studied that too. But no matter how long we live I don't think that any man will ever fully understand any woman. Bira had sucked me off and swallowed, she had let me fuck her pussy and her ass, but she was worried that I might tell someone if she played with her clit in front of me.

"Think about that Bira," I said, and she smiled. It was a real smile, her first one since I'd gone up her back passage.

"I'll try," she said reluctantly, but her hand moved down and her fingers got busy. Damn she was hot, I looked down at her ass, and saw my cock sawing its way in and out while her fingers twisted and turned. I looked up more and saw those loaded nipples aimed right at me, while her firm tits shook each time I hit home. I looked up more and watched her face, those pretty long lashes half covering her eyes, as she got right into it.

"I'm going to cum," she finally announced, and this was good news, as I didn't have a lot of time left myself. 

"Me too," I gasped.

"You first," she said, "that will take me over the edge." Being the gentleman that I was I pounded her for a bit and then felt the warning swelling of my balls. I jammed my cock in all the way and squirted up her ass. On about the fourth gush she screamed and the tight grip her ass had on my cock got even tighter.

As we lay back in our own seats, slowly dressing Bira looked at me and smiled.

"What?" I asked.

"You know way back when I first said that thing about around the world?

"Yeah."

"I only wanted to talk about it, I didn't expect to actually do it." I smiled.

"Disappointed?"

"No."

"Good." We got the Steller back down on time and despite a bit of nose wrinkling by the ground crew I thought she wanted it kept quiet, so I said nothing. The next day Hollie, one of the other girl pilots cornered me and asked me if it true that we'd gone around the world while going around the world. I said 'yes' and she wanted the details. It seemed Bira had told the other girls, and once you do that the news is bound to spread. Bira and I shared the 'Fartlighter' award that year; the first of three times we would do that.

Space started to get a bit crowded once the Stellers were built. In all I think they made about two hundred of them, and eventually we had this system where all the countries had to book exit and re-entry points, and the area for one hundred kilometres outside the Earth's atmosphere was made one way to prevent crashes while orbiting. There was also a speed limit of 2L (that is two times the speed of light) within thirty thousand kilometres of Earth. This was made after the first two melt downs, and for once the brass got it right as there never was a melt down under 10L. With the system there was also a sort of club of those of us who flew them, and they used to send us out for international war games pretty regularly. I asked one of the boffins why one time, and he looked smug when he told me they were recording all our moves so they could build a computer pilot to replace us. Like I said, back then we were just pilots, and supposedly all brawn and no brain, but I did look closer at just what we were doing, and you certainly could see that most of the pilots were very predictable. I started throwing in the odd strange move after that, just to confuse the computers, and I think that's why I got noticed. There were a lot of Steller pilots, with around two hundred ships built there were close to six hundred pilots, because the brass decided we needed to rotate so plenty of people knew how to fly them. But anyway, apparently I was one of the 'elite' ones. That really just means I won a few competitions, I managed to stay alive, and the so called experts couldn't work out how. I did do lots of firsts in Stellers. I cracked the 20L barrier using a gravitational fling off Jupiter, I was the first pilot out of our solar system, and I managed the first 'flame out' visible with the naked eye from Earth for my mother's Birthday.

But Earth was becoming rather boring. The unemployed but rich poets were tearing around the world, spoiling the most unspoilt places imaginable, and there were no wars. It wasn't because nobody wanted to fight, plenty did, but nobody dared any more. The military had become almost irrelevant. Half of the computer programmers spent the whole 18 hours of their working week trying to get rid of the pilots, who were then the last military arm not to be totally automated, but they were finding that harder than expected. Eventually somebody had the great idea to keep some of the pilots busy by exploring space. Deep space that is, boldly going to the place on the map that used to say 'there be dragons', some sort of throwback phrase from when mankind didn't know about our own planet, let alone those that make up our neighbourhood. They had long ago made the Moon a Gallaxial Park, and that was before the Steller, so it was largely untouched, but all the other planets that were not too hot or cold were covered in human footprints and neat little packets of freeze dried shit. Even back then we didn't bring our crap home with us. 

The YW4597 project concept started when a couple of bored scientists claimed to have heard a faint radio signal from that solar system. It was just static and it was so soft that there was only one receiver in the world that could pick it up. The World Council of Nations was getting some poor publicity at the time, so they picked up the idea of going to see what it was to distract the public who have notoriously short memories. The Chinese maker of the Steller did a feasibility study on the possibility of building a suitable ship, and eventually decided it could be done. 

The project almost never even made it out of the blocks. Initially there were no suitably qualified pilot volunteers at all, and only eight scientists. Assuming the boffins were correct the group would travel for somewhere between five and eight Earth years, and they needed three qualified pilots, six maintenance people and four science officers on duty at all times. That meant three eight-hour shifts per day and two spare shifts to provide for sickness and occasional holidays. With the crew, the officials and plain tourists there would be almost three hundred people on board. It would be a long and uncomfortable trip, with no real idea of what they would find at the end, and there was a very real possibility that the edge of technology ship wouldn't make it and they would all die. There was no way I was going and that was it.

"I'm bored," Bira said, as she ground her curly blue pubic hair into my groin. I was lying on the bed and watching intently as she did all the work. The way her tits moved when she rode me was awesome.

"Yeah," I agreed, "and it's me that's boring you." She smiled vaguely at my joke, but then stopped her motion, leaning toward me, but not close enough for me to get my lips around a nipple.

"There's no challenge in flying Steller's anymore," she continued, and she sounded serious. 

"Yeah," I had been feeling this too. We'd done everything we could think of, and been everywhere we could go. The age of the hero pilot was almost over now, and the cost of keeping an intergalactic Air Force in permanent peacetime could not really be justified. There would be no more Stellers built, and once the ones in existence had reached the end of their life we would be unemployed. It had only taken us fourteen months to get rid of all the aerial pirates, and that was it, our final real task was done. 

"I think I'll volunteer for the YW4597 project," Bira said, and my first thought was 'I'll really miss her, she's a great fuck'.

It took Bira almost a year to talk me into signing on too. The reason not to go was obvious. Once we out of the system we'd be the same bored travellers as our school peers, desperately searching for thrills and meaning as the days tumbled past, but at least we wouldn't be in such a limited playground. I might even take up poetry, although I did promise myself that if that happened I was also going to give up sex. Neither of them has happened so far. Also every time we looked up the sky would laugh at us, knowing the secrets it had kept and watching us slowly wither away. Another reason to stay on Earth was much more personal. I liked sex a lot, and I liked to vary my women. Bira was the regular one, but I had three more that would jump on my cock as soon as I asked, and then another few that liked the occasional excursion away from their dreary lives. I was still seen as a hero, and I milked it shamelessly. But then I found out that the tourists on the voyage were about seventy percent women, and I knew that my Captain's uniform would keep my bed full and my balls empty whenever I wanted. I was young, and I wanted the adventure, but only if the sex came along too.

"You know my sisters Tish and Tash," Bira said one day as we lay on the roof under the stars, panting after a marathon coupling.

"Yeah," I said. Tish and Tash were identical twins, and they had even done their hair the same, sort of burgundy with a metallic blue racing stripe up the middle. They were five years younger that Bira, and every bit as good looking. 

"They've signed up for the YW4597 project, and their boyfriends aren't coming."

"Really?" I said, trying to sound calm, but my returning hard on gave me away. Bira giggled.

"I know you find them sexy, I've seen you look at them."

"Uh huh," I grunted, there was no point denying the obvious.

"Once we're on the Mayflower they want to see if you have the stamina to take on all of us at once. All night and maybe all day, what do you think?" The vision in my brain was burning its way down to my balls, and I rolled Bira onto her back and ploughed my dick deep into her, making her gasp in surprise. Normally I was gentle to start with, but this time I just slammed into her as hard and as fast as I possibly could. I lasted less than twenty-five minutes at that pace, but I lost count of the number of times she came around my pistoning cock as her screams of pleasure filled the night and sleepy cries of abuse came from the windows below.

"I'll take that as a yes then?" Bira said as we gasped again for air and tried to stop our sweat soaked bodies from sliding off the steep, smooth plasto-thatch roof. I signed up the next afternoon.



First Immortals Ch. 02



First up I would strongly suggest that if you haven't read chapter 1 please do so first, it will explain a lot things...

Apart from that, enjoy. BB1212




The Mayflower was named after some historical ship that most people have pretty much no memory of anymore. The first Mayflower floated on water and used the wind to make its way around the world. It was one hell of an expedition, but not wanting to gloat or anything ours beat the shit out of it. 

Our Mayflower was built in an off planet yard, because the boffins were worried that the pure energy used to take off for the first time could actually rip a hole in the atmosphere, and let all the oxygen out, killing everyone. She was capable of on-planet take-off, but we were going to test it for the first time on one that was uninhabited. 

Anyway, the Mayflower had twelve thermal propulsion units, and these were the new one hundred year models that had four times the power of the previous model and only had to be charged every six months. She was a funny looking ship. By then the idea of putting wheels on an aircraft was long gone, but even after that the design of the Mayflower was new. She was cylindrical and quite long, hence her nickname of 'the lonely lingam', and she had four wings near the end of the cylindrical body that in flight would be called left, right, top and bottom. To land her we had to learn to come in parallel to the ground and then lift the nose to vertical and put her down in the upright position. Given all the computer assistance we had in the beginning it wasn't all that hard. Later on though, it really tested our skills. 

But the Mayflower created a whole new set of rules, and we had to learn on the job as it was. She was the first ship with more than four thermal propulsion units, she was first ship designed to travel in excess of forty L and she was designed to travel for just one voyage that would take about six years in each direction. Inside it had to be a miniature planet. It had gravity, oxygen regeneration, hydroponic gardens and densely farmed chick-sheep for food. Drinkable water had to be created in previously unheard of quantities. We had to have work areas, sleep areas, exercise areas and relaxation areas too. The ship was armed, but because we had been at peace for so long the weapons she had were of an old design, and the skill of using them had almost died out.

Bira and I worked as a team throughout the training. We practiced daily with the small hand weapons known as M2K's. They were a small laser based device was powerful enough to slice cleanly through an apartment block. We also used the larger artillery, the A5K's, but this was rare because we had to go off world just to fire them. They were far too dangerous to use on our own planet. 

We also got to practice flying a scaled down version of the Mayflower, known amongst the pilots as the Janbud, and as usual we spent hours working on strength, fitness and stamina. Bira and I were almost an item by then, and we used up a lot of our relaxation time fucking, and as such working on strength, fitness and stamina during those times as well. We also were put through intensive science courses, as we would need to perform part of the science officers' jobs due to the low numbers of volunteers. 

Our hard work paid off in the long run, because I was made Captain of the third shift, and second in charge of the expedition, while Bira was made the second shifts number two pilot and ODC, which is Off Duty Commander. Basically that meant that while that shift was in their relaxation time she was the boss. This was done to give the shift Captain a chance to relax a bit, and in the long run it worked well. Bira was the only pilot to be made an ODC, the rest were all science officers.

I tried real hard during this time to get Bira to arrange for Tish and Tash to come and join us for a test session, but both of them had boyfriends, and wanted to be loyal to them until they left. I said it before, I don't think that any man, anywhere, will ever understand the female mind. But despite that little setback there was nothing wrong with our sex life, and during this time we tried swinging (going to a party that pretty much turned into an orgy) and Swinging (sort of like fucking, bungee jumping and paintball all thrown into one). We did clamp sex, where you are locked together, totally immobile, during intercourse, and given stimulants to heighten your arousal. We pretty much did anything we possibly could that involved getting our rocks off. This may sound pretty weird these days, but back then there was fuck all else but fucking to keep us occupied. 

The subsequent Galaxial awareness of Earth has given us a purpose again, even if that purpose is fight or die. But those were golden days all right. Like I said we trained and screwed and slept together for near on two years before the Mayflower was finally ready to leave, and then, in the last few months, the madness got even worse as we tried to say goodbye to everyone and to sell off all of our stuff. 

Like most of the people getting on the Mayflower I didn't think I would ever see Earth again. There were just so many unknowns in the mission that the chances of success were just about zero. We were all signed on to the ambitiously titled 'Inter Galactic Navy' for a period of twenty-five years. For that time we would be paid, but there was no need for money on the Mayflower, so the money would be added to our Global Bank accounts that we had opened to put all of our worldly assets into. I took the 'gamblers clause', which meant that if I didn't come back in the twenty-five years my family would get all the money in the account, but would not be paid any interest. If I did come back I'd get the money and the interest multiplied by ten. If that happened I'd be able to buy a small island and tell the whole world to fuck off. Bira just took the normal deal, and the capital including interest would be paid to her after twenty-five years, or to her family if she didn't make it back. 

We finally left on August the eighth two thousand and sixty-five, and this was the day that Bira and I had moved into our quarters. A few of the officers had been on board for a few weeks to get things running, but we had the luxury of the late boarding because as the Captain of the third shift I was also Commander and pilot of the shuttle. We had said goodbye to the crowds of family and friends as we boarded the shuttle that had the last of the passengers in it, and I flew it into the Mayflower through the pressure portal and parked it in the shuttlehold. Pressure portals were new then and just flying a craft through the side of the ship was unnerving at first, but it was much quicker than parking in a depressurised area, closing the door, pressurising the area and then disembarking. 

We were the last to board, and as soon as the shuttle was secure Commander Gibson Alexander, the Captain of the first shift and overall commander of the mission turned the Mayflower away from Earth and lit up the drives. I heard later that Neale Chuang, his number two pilot had asked him quietly about the speed restriction zone as the bridge crew saw the stars blur, and his answer was 'By the time we get back it'll be past the statute of limitations." Right or wrong, it was a singularly spectacular departure, and it set a good mood for the mission. 

Bira and I were shown to our quarters and, as senior officers, we were among the lucky ones who had space for a double bed and a private toilet and shower. The more senior you were the better you got, but the lowly menial workers just got dormitories with eight bunks down each of the two long walls. In the recreation area there were lots of small rooms with beds that could be used for sex if you had no facilities to do anything about it where you slept. I unpacked the small bag I had brought and looked at the room that, if all went well, was to be my home for the next twelve years. If things went badly it would be my coffin. 

The bed was hard up against the wall, and at the foot of it there was a single chair and a small desk with a communications terminal. The bathroom was behind that, and a small passage past it went to the door and out to the rest of the ship. My private area was just three metres by three and a half, but it did have picture walls, so I set it to Cradle Mountain in Tasmania, a place that both Bira and I loved, and suddenly it was like I was standing on a path in the middle of nowhere. At least it created the illusion of more space. Then Bira buzzed me.

"Yeah?"

"What's on your walls?" she asked.

"Cradle Mountain, yours?"

"The Blue Mountains," she said, and paused, "I think I'll come to you and we can christen your bed first."

"Sounds good, bring an umbrella."

"Why, it hasn't been that long has it?"

"Nah, but its raining at Cradle Mountain."

"Smartarse."

When Bira arrived it was the first time I had seen her in the mission uniform. Because of the length of the trip the powers had decided that individual clothing couldn't be maintained, so once our civvies were beyond the repairs that we could make ourselves we would all be in uniform all the time. We always had to wear the uniform when we were on duty anyway. The uniforms were pale green, and very figure hugging. So much that I could see from Bira's protruding nipples how ready she was for this.

"You aren't on duty are you?" I asked, and she laughed.

"No, but I thought I'd try it on. What do you think?"

"Looks so good I can't wait to get you out of it," I growled, reaching for her. 

Bira laughed, looking up at the raindrops that never quite got to us as my lips went to her neck, and my hands went to her chest. I chewed her neck and ears gently for a while as my hands felt her tits and nipples through the uniform. It was so sheer that it almost felt like she was naked. After a while her hands went to my chest, and then down to my cock, which by now was painfully hard.

"Is all of that for me?" she asked coyly, "I'm not sure if I can manage."

"Get some help then," I whispered as I chewed an earlobe, and she giggled wickedly.

"Not this time," she said, now sounding more serious, "I want you all to myself. But soon we'll get Tish and Tash involved." I hadn't thought it was possible for my cock to get any harder, but it did.

"Time to get you out of that uniform," I said, reaching for the zip, and a flash of lightning lit up the room as a thunderstorm hit Cradle Mountain. By the time the thunder crashed Bira was naked.

I picked her up and lay her across the bed with her legs hanging off the edge, and then I put them over my shoulders and buried my tongue into her fragrant mound. I timed her climax carefully, building her up and up as the Cradle Mountain storm around us became more intense. She writhed and moaned as I teased her clit with my tongue, and slipped a finger into her tight little pussy. It was hard for me to hold my target still as our sweat soaked bodies slipped against each other, but soon I had added a second finger and then, as she got very close the her release, I added a third finger, but this one went into the tight little bud of her ass. Bira gasped and moaned, and finally, as the storm hit a crescendo, she came, both of her holes squeezing tightly around my fingers as my mouth closed over her clit and I sucked hard. It took a couple of minutes for her to come down as I gently licked away the pussy juice, and then I turned her in the bed, slipped my clothes off, and crawled into position. Her legs were up and my cock was brushing her pussy lips as I looked into her sparkling eyes.

"Kiss me first," Bira said and I did, her tongue hungrily searching for her own flavour in my mouth, and then, as her tongue was deep in me I pushed my cock deep into her.

The bed was surprisingly comfortable, and as my cock pounded into Bira I marvelled at how we had grown together. Just five years ago, hell even one year ago, I would have dreaded the idea of being locked up with such a limited group of people. I was the man who wanted variety, a different girl every night, or at least every week. Sure I had been screwing Bira regularly since the round the world episode, but there was never any commitment, just two people who enjoyed each other's company and some really good sex too. But I looked at Bira now, her maroon and gold eyes glazed over with passion, and thought that this was going to be a really good trip just because she was here. I still wanted to fuck her sisters of course, but that was just sex, with Bira there was something else, something that was deeper.

"Deeper," she gasped, and obediently I pushed my cock full length into her hot little pussy, and I grinned at the different meanings we had used for the same word. "What?" she asked, seeing my smile, but I couldn't really explain could I? By now sex was a marathon for both of us, and I wouldn't cum myself if Bira hadn't had at least five orgasms as we fucked. We used every position we could think of on the bed and then I picked her up and leaned her against the wall. It sounds silly, but I chose a spot where Cradle Mountain had a tree, and it looked to me like I had her up against it for support as I finally pumped my cum deep inside her about four hours after we started.

The first three months was just us getting used to the ship. Some idiot in the planning department had decided that because we had only ended up with four shifts of people we needed to change to a thirty-two hour day. This was split up to eight hours of work, six hours of sleep, twelve hours of recreation and six more hours of sleep. This only officially gave Bira and me four hours out of thirty two where we were both officially in recreation time, and even that first fuck aboard had gone into her sleep time, but if it didn't affect performance we all just turned a blind eye to the required sleep hours. 

The way it worked out meant that I was never on rec time at the same time as the first shift, so the only times I saw the Commander was when I visited the bridge during my rec time or he visited it during his. He was a damned good commanding officer, and if I was on duty when he visited the bridge he always made sure to let everyone know that I was in charge at the time. The bridge was the classic setup, there were four chairs facing forward so that we could see out into space. This was, of course, usually totally pointless because when you are travelling above the speed of light there's no point looking out because by the time you see something it is already a long way behind you. 

But the chairs were there, with me in the middle left, Hardwald Grint my number two pilot at my right, Suzan Rinski the number one science officer and ODC to his right and Stan Han the number two science officer and weapons officer on my left. Behind Suzan, against the wall sat Darg Watson, the number three pilot, and behind Stan on the other side were Rilda Henna the number three science officer and Toolie Wing the number four science officer. Visitors to bridge, no matter who they were, stood behind and kept out of the way. In each eight-hour shift all three pilots had to take the helm for between one and two hours and fly manually. To do this we used maps that were updated as often as possible to allow for moving debris, but there wasn't too much danger because anything smaller than a moon was just pushed aside by our canopy. The canopy is sort of a light bow wave that a craft travelling at above light speed pushes out in front of it. But we did our time at manual, as did every shift, and we even developed a sense for danger and sometimes made minute adjustments instinctively that kept us out of harm's way,

Our first real stop was an uninhabited planet that had a pretty good atmosphere and similar gravity to Earth. Here we took the Mayflower down and each pilot got a chance to land her and then take her back out into space. Commander Alexander, or Gibbo as we knew him, took her in first, and then I got the second go. It was pretty easy as long as you were careful. After my landing of the Mayflower and return to space I took four passengers in the shuttle and practiced loading and unloading on the move. The shuttle had a smaller pressure portal, and we could have a person in a suit just step outside into space. At one point I had all of my terrified passengers out of the shuttle and heading in different directions, but I manoeuvred the shuttle to pick them all up quite easily. After about six landings of the 'lonely lingam', a title that was much more apt when observing from a long way away, Bira buzzed me.

"Josh?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you pick me up too, I'm coming out?" I grinned, she must have seen us practising and conned her way into an early turn to land the Mayflower so that she could join us.

"Sure," I said and steered the shuttle toward the Mayflower. Ten minutes later I saw her step through the portal, and two after that she was aboard.

"That was cool," she said, smiling, "can I have a go?" Bira caught on quickly, and not long after that there were five of us in suits spiralling off into space. Bira picked me up first, and I sat beside her as she headed for the second person.

"How'd you get done so quick?" I asked, and she grinned mischievously.

"The third pilot on one shift has been dying to get into my pants."

"Yeah, did you fuck him?" I asked, interested but not jealous.

"No, I gave her a quick blow job." She grinned, and picked up the next passenger before I could ask for more details.

Male homosexuality had almost disappeared back then, all due to one crazy and homophobic scientist who had created a virus that killed men who penetrated or were penetrated by men. He was quickly executed, but by the time a cure was found most gay men were already dead, and the whole gay scene had been destroyed. We knew there still some, but they kept very quiet about their preference to avoid a repeat of the annihilation. Female homosexuality on the other hand was still very common, but I wasn't aware of Bira having those tendencies, and it opened up some new opportunities, well at least in my mind it did.

The Mayflower had a total population of two hundred and seventy six people, made up of fifty two bridge crew, twenty four maintenance staff, 50 service staff, twenty five medical staff and the remaining one hundred and twenty five were observers from all walks of life who were along for the ride, Of the two hundred and seventy six only ninety eight were men. My shift was the only one with more men on the bridge that women, and the number four shift were all women except for one pilot. This meant that female homosexuality was inevitable, simply due to the distribution of numbers. 

"Do you know," Bira asked one time as we worked out alone in one of the gymnasiums, "that you are number fifteen in the lingam list?"

"The what?"

"The lingam list, the list of how many different women you have fucked so far on the voyage."

"You're kidding right?" I asked, never having heard of such a thing.

"No I'm not, but you are first on the returns list."

"The what?" I asked, and she must have heard the exasperation in my voice.

"There are six categories on the lingam list, two for men and four for women."

"Uh huh."

"The first for men is how many women you have fucked, and at the moment you are at position fifteen, with thirty-two different women. First is George Hingson, my captain, and he has fucked fifty eight."

"Wow," I said, not knowing what else to say.

"But you are first on the returns list with thirty two again." I looked at her curiously. "The returns list is how many have come back for a second go, George has only had twelve because he has quite a small cock, and not a lot of stamina."

"And you know all this because...?"




First Immortals Ch. 02



"I'm fourth on the females list for how many men they've fucked with sixty one, and I think George was about number thirty."

"Ah." I hadn't realised the sex games on board were quite so serious.

"But I'm down at eighty seven in how many women I've fucked, with just six."

"Oh."

"But I'm going to work on that."

"OK."

"So anyway, after this workout and a couple of hours sleep come to rec room eight..."

"The orgy room?" I asked, my cock hardening immediately.

"Yeah, Tish and Tash will both be off too, so they are joining us."

It was very difficult to finish the workout with a massive hard on.

I got to rec room eight early, but Bira had beaten me to it. She had set the walls to a tropical beach scene, with large waves rolling in on one side and cool palm trees overhanging the beach from the jungle on the other side.

"Nice," I said, half referring to the setting, and the other half referring to the very small white bikini she was wearing.

"I brought something for you too," she said, tossing a pair of yellow board shorts to me. I don't know where she got them from, but I slipped out of my clothes and put them on. She made a modest pose on the beach.

"Pretty," I said, in my best caveman voice.

"Handsome," she replied coyly.

"Let's fuck," I said, and she squealed as I ran to her and tackled her to the ground. It felt like sand too. Bira looked up at me as I sat astride her, my hands pinning hers to the ground.

"Oh mister," she said in her little innocent girl voice, "What are you going to do to me?"

"This," I said, leaning down to kiss her passionately.

"And what else?" she asked after I eventually broke the kiss.

"This," I said, transferring my hold of her wrists to one hand and undoing the bow that held her bikini together at the front. She giggled as I played with her exposed tits, flicking the nipples gently.

"And what else?" she asked again.

"This," I said again, and she squealed in mock outrage as I lifted my body enough to reach down suddenly and pull her bikini bottom off.

"But I'm still a virgin," she said pretending to be shy as I pushed my shorts down and my cock pointed at her.

"Not for long," I said, and leaned in towards her. My cock was just about in her when a body hit me, knocking me over.

"Nobody has their way with our innocent sister," a voice said.

"Without getting past us first," another voice said. I rolled onto my back to see Tish and Tash on either side of me. They were wearing white bikinis, the same as Bira's and each one held one of my arms.

"You're right Bira, one of the twins said, 'he's huge," and a small hand encircled my cock and they all giggled as it tried in vain to completely surround it. I saw one bikini top fall off as the bow was untied. By now my brain was going into overload.

"It's not that big..." I started to say, but a burgundy pubic mound with a metallic blue stripe up the middle suddenly appeared and dropped onto my mouth. What was that phrase I thought as my tongue went to work? Ah, yes, the curtains match the carpet. As I licked and sucked the sweet pussy that was literally in my face I felt a small mouth tentatively working its way around my cock, and I moaned in pleasure. Then another mouth started to nibble on my balls, and I finally realised how sex with three women and one man could work. Preciously I had thought that two women at once were well and truly enough for one bloke, but this was heaven. I licked and sucked as the unseen mouth around my cock worked its way slowly down my length. I could see that the girl sitting on my face had her head thrown back in pleasure, and her tits proudly pointed up as she ground her clit into my mouth.

"We caught him sister," one of the voices eventually said, "now what do we do?"

"Fuck him into submission," Bira said in a voice that was deep with desire.

"OK," I heard another voice say, and the mouth left my cock and was quickly replaced by a very tight and very hot pussy.

"Bloody hell, that's massive," the voice of the more distant pussy's owner gasped as my head entered her, and I smiled into the other one. It's nice to be appreciated.

The twin on my face eventually moaned deeply and gushed her pussy juice onto my face as her whole body shook in orgasm. 

"Oh fuck yeah," she moaned as she pulsed and trembled for a couple of minutes and my tongue continued to work on her clit. Finally she sort of fell sideways onto the floor.

"Are you OK?" Bira asked with concern.

"Never better," she gasped, "but I need a rest." I could now see the other girl slowly riding my cock with her eyes wide as she stared at it stretching her tight little hole. Finally she looked up at me and smiled.

"So, uh, good..," she said as my hips rhythmically rose to meet her.

"Yeah," I said, you are so tight..."

"Only my third cock," she gasped, "and the biggest by a long way."

"My turn," Bira said suddenly, and the girl riding me looked stubbornly at her.

"I'm not finished with this yet," she said determinedly.

"No problem," Bira said, and her wet pussy settled onto my face. If churches described heaven like this there would be a hell of a lot more people going there. 

It was a long time later when I felt yet another gush of pussy juice on my balls, as the pussy around my cock clenched for about the sixth time, and I finally let myself cum, shooting up into the twin that was riding me. The other one was on her third face ride, and she groaned as Bira licked and sucked on her nipples.

"Do you want to fuck him?" Bira asked her sister.

"Already?"

"It's still hard."

"Oh yeah," she said, and turned to suck my cock for a while as Bira sat back on my face. Then we went through the process of fitting a tiny tight pussy around my cock again. It was hard work but we got there, and the cycle started again with two pussies taking turns on my mouth and the other one riding my cock, tentatively at first, but then with increasing confidence. I don't really remember everything that happened, I know I fucked Tish and Tash for hours, and shot my load into both of them, and then I fucked Bira too, making her scream with pure pleasure. Finally we were all lying on the floor, gasping for breath, when Bira asked the dreaded question.

"Which one is Tish and which one is Tash?"

"I don't know," I replied, "they look exactly the same." The girls all laughed weakly.

"See," one of the twins said gleefully, "there is no way of telling us apart."

"Yes there is," I said, and they looked at me.

"You just said we look exactly the same," one said to me accusingly.

"Yes but you taste different," I said, and I dragged myself over to her, licking her pussy quickly. "You are?"

"Tash."

"Well Tash," I announced, "your pussy tastes sweet and light, sort of like a good white wine, "and yours Tish," I took a lick at her pussy, "tastes more strong and fruity, sort of like a good red."

"No way," Tish said, and Bira's eyes lit up.

"I," she said suddenly, "am going to test this theory."

"But you're our sister," Tash protested futilely, as Bira put her head between Tash's legs.

"Good," Bira said happily, "and light like you said." She swapped to Tish and her tongue lapped eagerly at her pussy.

"Well?" Tish asked, and Bira looked up at her.

"He's right, but I need more time to test." Bira ate both of them to orgasm, and I slipped my now hard again cock up her tight little ass, a rare treat these days as it did hurt her a fair bit. This time she barely noticed as she licked her sisters out.

I was a bit worried about the shuttle, as it wasn't armed, and in the event of an attack it was the only alternative we had to the Mayflower. I managed to hide an M2K on it but wanted something heavier if possible. There were six A5K's on board, but they were strictly guarded, and for a while I resigned myself to not getting one, but then the germ of an idea hit me. I went to the store and managed to get a new action for the A5K that I looked after without any questions being asked. So slowly I began to get maintenance parts that I hoped could be eventually assembled into a complete weapon. 

But there was a lot more happening at the same time too. I was also concerned about the lingam list as I rapidly began to catch up with George Hingson. This wasn't actually my doing, but Bira would set up girls for me in one of the rec rooms, and then she would join us and usually she got to add another female to her list in the same session that I got to add the same girl to mine. But George didn't like this very much, and at one stage he tried to intimidate me when nobody was nearby. It didn't help that I just laughed at him, and after that I had to be very careful when getting A5K parts from the store, he was watching me too closely and I didn't want him to get suspicious.

We were four years and three months into our voyage when disaster struck, and Ron Toon, the third pilot in four shift, grazed an asteroid while flying manually. The impact threw us out of control, and caused a power surge that took out half of the computers on board. Fortunately all life support was cross referenced as the major priority on every computer, and we weren't in any danger from that point of view, but we had to stop for a couple of weeks while the techs worked their magic on the damaged fuselage, wing and on the electrical system. Eventually we were able to go again, but ironically the automatic pilot was the only function that they couldn't restore. We were reduced to flying manually for the rest of the outbound trip. Commander Alexander held a pilots conference, and for the first time since we left Earth all eleven pilots sat in a meeting together. Ron Toon had been taken off active duty, pending an investigation.

"Do we continue the mission," Gibbo asked, "or abort and head back to Earth?"

"How far to go?" I asked, and Gibbo turned to me.

"We were about a year away from the YW4597 galaxy before this," Gibbo said, "how long it takes now depends on how fast we can fly manually." I nodded.

"We might find help at YW4597," Elspeth Andrew, the second pilot of four shift suggested.

"But we might also find enemies," Amy Ho, her captain said.

"I vote go ahead and complete the mission," George Hingson said.

"I agree," I said. I wasn't going to let my personal opinion of George get in the way of a logical decision. We had a mission to complete. The desire to continue turned out to be unanimous.

"OK," Gibbo said eventually, "we go on." He pointed in turn at George Hingson, Neale Chuang and me. "You, you and you will now have to be flying manually at all times, it's time to forget the lingam list and concentrate on the job. What you do in rec time is your own business, but sleep hours are for sleep, got it?"

"Yes Sir," we all agreed. Just as it was so close, George was now at eighty-one and Neale and I were both at eighty. 

The shifts were halved, with the number one pilot doing two hours and the two and three one each. Rec was six hours following that and sleep the next six, then back on duty again. Two shift split the load at two hours each and the third pilot from any shift could be moved if the numbers on any dropped below two due to illness. We all obeyed the order to sleep in sleep time, it was too logical not to, but even so two months later I was at the top of the male list and Bira was at the top of the girl on girl list. She had fallen down the female and male list and I was thinking that she was starting to enjoy the lesbian sex a bit more than the straight sex. One night I asked her, but she said that she only wanted me as she felt let down after sex with other men now, because they didn't measure up to me. That made me feel good initially, but I still wondered.

It was hard work flying manually all of the time, and an air of nervousness descended on the ship as we hurtled through space. We dropped the speed by about 20L, but it still was a dangerous game and we relied heavily on the maps. 

One of my most enjoyable moments was in the tropical theme bar one time. I was slowly drinking a beer when one of Bira's sisters walked in with a female friend. She smiled and came up to me.

"Hi Josh, this is Sandy," she said happily. "She bunks in with us." Sandy was magnificent. She had a very athletic figure and the most incredible orange hair with red highlights, but her bright emerald green eyes just demanded attention. I smiled and held out my hand.

"Pleased to meet you Sandy," I said, and then suddenly I dropped to my knees and sniffed. "And good to see you too Tash," I said confidently as I recognised her scent. She was already horny, so I guessed she and Sandy did more than just bunk together.

"How did you know its Tash?" Sandy asked, "I can't tell them apart." I smiled.

"Let me tell you a secret," I said grinning, and Tash went scarlet in embarrassment. It went well with her hair. I finished my beer and we went and found a rec room. Chalk another one up on the lingam list, I thought, and in a fit of guilt I suggested quietly to Tash that we set Sandy up with Bira.

"She's already been with her," Tash said, "but Sandy said she doesn't do men."

"She does tonight." I said.

The whole lingam list conflict came to a head as I finally reached number one hundred. I had admired little Keisha in the gym for some time, but she had heard of my size and was a bit too scared to try. Finally one day, after an energetic workout, we hit the showers and I followed her into the girl's area. She seemed scandalised at first, but soon we were kissing lustfully and giggling quietly at the risk of being caught. She looked at my cock warily, but I washed her and then suggested she wash me, and finally she did. By the time we were clean she was ready and I picked her up and lowered her very gently onto my throbbing cock. Her eyes widened in shock, but I made sure to take it very slowly and to allow her body to adjust as I slowly entered her. She was another one that professed to be girls only, and that just made it sweeter as I finally felt her pubic hair meet mine.

"How does it feel?" I whispered in her ear.

"Like a fucking great football has been shoved up my cunt," she gasped.

"Do you want to stop?"

"Don't you dare."

We had fucked standing up in the shower for an hour or so when the door opened and an obviously pissed off George came in pointing his M2K at me.

"I've had enough of your showing off," he said menacingly, "it's time to say goodbye." I saw his finger tighten on the button and braced for the blast, but nothing happened. I found that I was frozen, my eyes could look around, but nothing else worked. I could feel Keisha's warm pussy gripping me tight, but both she and George seemed to be frozen too.

We stayed frozen for a long time and then two things came into the shower. I found out later that these were YW's, but at the time they were just blue blobs about a meter and a half tall and half a meter wide. There were no defined edges, and their shape moulded and moved as they did. They went up to George and wispy blue limbs that looked like tendrils reached out to the M2k, which simply melted as they touched it. Then they came up to me and I felt movement come back. I tried to lift Keisha off my cock, but they pushed her back down, and leaving George frozen they made it clear by their actions that we were to finish.

"Are you OK?' I asked Keisha.

"Yes," she said nervously.

"I think they want me to finish fucking you," 

"So do I," she said, so just to please her and our visitors I started humping Keisha again. It would be my last sexual encounter with a human for a long time. They weren't actually visitors, they were captors.



First Immortals Ch. 03



First up I would strongly suggest that if you haven't read the earlier chapters please do so before reading this one, it will explain a lot things...

Apart from that, enjoy. BB1212




At first I thought the YW's were the best thing that could have happened to me. I mean they had saved me from being on the wrong end of a M2K hadn't they? I owed them my life. 

I should mention here that George could actually have pulled the trigger. The blocks that stopped us from committing crimes had to be removed for the trip, otherwise we couldn't have defended ourselves if we were attacked, so the threat was real and the rescue was the classic 'in the nick of time'. 

Anyway my saviours obviously wanted a show, so I gave it my best shot and threw Keisha up and down my cock with all my strength for another five or ten minutes, but eventually I got tired and laid her on the floor. The YW's were happy enough to see this when they realised that we weren't stopping. I tried talking to them a couple of times, but never got any sort of response, so they might have been ignoring me, deaf, or just not a species that used sound for communication. While I was fucking Keisha they let their tiny blue tendrils touch us lightly, tracing over our bodies and for quite some time they even wound around my cock and up into Keisha's pulsating pussy. It was more than just a little bit unnerving but I didn't let it stop me.

I finally reached my peak, and when Keisha screamed in orgasm for the third time I emptied my balls into her lovely tight little body. I stayed on the gasping girl for a moment and then rolled onto the floor, my semi hard cock making a wet noise as it finally left her body. The YW's seemed quite agitated at first, but then one of them stretched a tendril out and up into Keisha's pussy. It glowed brightly and then the other one did too. It shot another probe into her and they seemed to stay there for a while.

"What are they doing?" I asked quietly, and Keisha giggled.

"I think they're cleaning up," she said, "It feels sort of like little vacuum cleaners."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it tickles."

We waited until they had tired of that game, and then finally they let us get dressed. All this time George had been frozen in position, and when the YW's released him he was furious, and took a wild swing at one of them. He froze again as his fist approached the alien, and then the YW touched a tendril to each side of George's head. Then his frozen face contorted in pain. When they released George again he crumpled to the floor. I wanted to check and see if he was still alive, but the YW's wouldn't let me. From the way he had fallen I was quite certain that George was dead.

The YW's then ushered Keisha and I out of the showers and out of the gym. 

The corridors of the Mayflower were eerily silent. They were totally deserted and even the quiet hum of the thermal propulsion units was missing. It was like seeing the body of a loved person and coming to the realisation that their heart was no longer beating. We were most likely still moving, but the drive was gone and we were just continuing on momentum. 

Keisha and I were finally taken to the main recreation hall, which was the only place on the ship that was big enough to house the entire crew, and there another YW was touching the computer console with one tendril and it then touched each of us on the forehead with the other. It then glowed and we were taken to where the other crewmembers were assembled and put into lines. It was immediately apparent that we were being sorted by seniority, and apart from George I was the last senior officer to be brought to the hall. Gibbo looked at me.

"Just George to come," he said wryly, "and then they've got us all." I shook my head.

"George won't be coming."

"What happened?"

"He took a swing at one of them."

"Idiot." I nodded my agreement. I didn't need to tell Gibbo what George was doing before they found us, that wouldn't help anyone. 

The two YW's that had brought Keisha and I in were slowly approaching another at the centre of a group of about twenty that were standing in a clear area, and I watched as they passed through, glowing brightly each time they passed another one. It was obviously their communication, and they seemed to want to say something important to the one I took to be the boss in the middle. I shivered, hoping that George's intent to use his M2K and angry swing at the alien was not going to be taken out on the rest of the crew. The final exchange was long, with a lot of bright glowing and intertwining of tendrils, and there a number of gestures toward Keisha and to me.

I watched with mounting concern as the group finally moved toward Keisha, and I could easily see the moment that she and people around her were frozen as the head YW approached. It ran its tendrils across her body and then into her uniform. Another one was doing the same, and seemed to be showing the boss where to look. At this time it finally dawned on me that they were showing the boss her pussy which had my cum in it. I must have made a noise that announced my realisation, because Gibbo turned to me.

"What?"

"When they found us we were fucking," I said, knowing it wasn't worth trying to cover it up. Gibbo raised an eyebrow and down the line Bira also looked at me and then at Keisha with renewed interest. I guess she hadn't got there herself yet.

"And?"

"They spent a fair bit of time... um, cleaning up afterward," I said, "they seemed to show a lot of excitement too."

"How do they show excitement?" Amy Ho, the four shift Captain, asked.

"I think the glowing colours are their form of communication," I explained. "And how bright they are shows their level of interest."

"So, really bright is shouting?" Neale Chuang asked.

"I think so."

"Makes sense," Bira agreed, "so the two that brought you in are lowly troops and they had to go through that whole 'chain of command' thing to report to the commander what they had discovered."

"Exactly," I agreed. 

By now they had finished with Keisha, who was glowing red with embarrassment after being felt up by the aliens in front of everyone else, and they were approaching us. They froze us into position as they approached and soon their tendrils were all over me and amazingly I felt my cock twitch and start to grow again because of a suddenly very familiar stimulation. It felt exactly like I Keisha's pussy was suddenly wrapped around my cock again. Tight constrictions up and down my shaft with the intense heat copied precisely where my cock was on the 'inside'. Amazingly this was with just a couple of tendrils in my uniform. I saw they also did the same with Gibbo, and then they went back to the clear area and we were released.

"Did they just...?" Bira asked.

"Yes," Gibbo interjected, sounding more than just a little embarrassed, "they felt us up."

"But not Amy," Bira said. "They seem to be more interested in the men."

"Yes," I agreed, "in the gym they were very, er, interested in my cum, and they sucked it out of Keisha."

"I hope," Gibbo said calmly, "that gives them a reason to keep us alive."

"Yeah," I agreed. "All of them across one side of the room and all of us on the other side, and the one that is the outside of the ship, it does look like they could be keeping a clear line of fire."

"Oh shit," Amy whimpered quietly. The lead YW went to the computer terminal and communicated with the creature that was already there, and then it came back to us, with its minders. Gibbo and I remained mobile as the others were frozen and we were led across to the computer. They brought up a picture of the M2k and the A5K.

"They want the guns," I said, and Gibbo nodded. "They just melted George's," I added.

"That must mean they want to leave us alive, I say we give them to them," Gibbo said, and I nodded.

"We are powerless against them anyway. For now at least."

One thing I will say for those YW's they were damn thorough. They had somehow connected to the ships manifest and knew exactly who had an M2K. Each person was brought over to us and Gibbo told them what to do. He just said they must hand over their M2K without attempting to fight. If they didn't have it on them the YW's followed them to where it was and then the aliens destroyed it. I took my turn too, and they also got the one that was stashed on the shuttle. After some time every M2K on the Mayflower had been accounted for and was destroyed. Then they took Gibbo and I to each position where there was an A5K shown on the manifest, and they melted them too.

"Damn," I said as I watched one disappear, "they must be powerful to absorb all of that energy."

"Yeah," Gibbo agreed absently, and then he looked at me. "What I felt back there when they were touching us up..."

"Was exactly the feeling of fucking Keisha," I said, to save him the embarrassment of asking.

"Wow," he said quietly, "I just might have to invoke the Commander's privilege." Even in that precarious situation we grinned like schoolboys. There was no such thing, but I knew exactly what he meant. She was pretty special.

Once all of the weapons were all destroyed Gibbo and I were taken back to the rec hall and the YW's went into a huddle and they looked like they were having a quite long but thankfully calm discussion. 

When they had finished they separated the men and women and took the men to the main pressure portal. It was open and there was another ship there, but we couldn't see what it looked like. We were herded through and then frozen into position against the wall of the hold of their ship. When all ninety-seven of us were aboard the ship detached from the Mayflower and shot off into space. I felt nervous, but also still very glad to be alive. At that stage we all thought the women would be sent where we were going on the next shuttle, or whatever the ship was that we were on.

Our first view of YW4597 was less than inspiring, but incredibly strange. The ship we were in landed gracefully on the surface before we were released, so our first look was from pretty close to ground level. The surface of the planet was a mustard coloured dusty substance, and the planet was dotted with squat bright yellow trees, maybe a metre and a half tall. There was no sign anywhere of any civilisation at all. The very strange thing was that everything was upside down. We were standing on the roof of the hold with our heads toward the ground, but the YW's were standing on the floor the other way up. Also very weird was the fact that our arms were by our sides as usual, they naturally fell into position, pointing up away from the ground. On this planet gravity somehow seemed to work in reverse. 

One by one we were given breathers, which the YW's must have brought from the Mayflower, and they signalled us to take off our boots. Some of the men were getting sick of following the YW's orders, and there was a bit of a murmur. I thought a couple of the guys were going to argue, but the YW's gave us a sobering demonstration. They had a pair of shoes, which again must have come from the Mayflower, and they put a thin strip of something that looked like foil in one, and left the other as it was. They threw both out of the hold and the one with the foil in it fell to the ground while the other shot up into the sky. The foil was some sort of gravity magnet. 

We took our boots off and put the foil they gave us in them. Then we had to climb down to the shoes and put them on. I tell you that was a hell of a lot harder than it sounds; we had to basically hang upside down as we put our feet into them and did them up. You can be sure that all the straps were done up extremely tight before we stepped out of the hold and onto the surface of the planet. Gravity on YW4597 was insanely strange. Whatever it was in our boots kept our feet down, but everything else was drawn upward. In a relaxed condition not only were our arms up in the air, but also any free hair went up and even my dick tried to work its way up inside my uniform. It just wasn't right. But the really weird thing was we could walk almost normally. It wasn't like there was only attraction to the ground close to it, in fact with the foil in our boots the gravity felt almost the same as it did in the Mayflower, well at least as far as walking went.

We were herded along for a while and the YW's gestured excitedly at the yellow trees. Up close they had large orange fruit, about the size of a grapefruit on them, but we weren't allowed to touch them. Yet. Finally they took us into a small cave that turned into a passage winding down into the planet, and this led to some fissures in the wall that were to be the place where some of us would be sleeping for a very long time. The YW's suddenly left and we looked around at our new home. 

Nowadays people are used to alien races, but bear in mind that what our little group had just gone through was first contact for any human. Most of us were stunned at how suddenly the YW's had appeared and how powerless we were to do anything about it. We were supposed to be the best that Earth could offer and we had been overwhelmed and disarmed by a very small and apparently unarmed group. There were some ego issues that were bound to surface, but first we had to deal with the immediate issues.

One urgent thing that we had to address was that there was no toilet, but then one bright spark observed that with reverse gravity we really didn't need one. This turned out to be absolutely correct, and it was easy to just unzip, take leak and watch it all heading up and out to space. Taking a crap was harder, but we all eventually mastered the art of that too. You just had to bend right over and stick your ass into the air. The shit went up and we used one of the leaves to wipe with afterwards. What with all those bare butts poking up we were glad that we were not aware of any gay males in the group; it would have been an absolute smorgasbord for them.

Now I am sure you can imagine what sort of mood prevailed after ninety seven fit, active and competitive men had been separated from their women and had been taken prisoner without any chance to even try to fight back. Most of us were more pissed off than we had ever been, and Gibbo had a hard time stopping us from trying to attack the next YW that we saw. At that stage we still thought that the YW's would bring the women to the planet on the next shuttle, so waiting for that to happen was really all that kept us from rebelling in the very early stages of our captivity.

The next day we were put to work, and we soon discovered how powerless we really were. About twenty of the YW's herded us out and separated us into groups of about ten men. They took us to the yellow trees and demonstrated how to pick the orange fruit. 

It looked easy as they grabbed the fruit in their tendrils and swiftly pulled. The kick was what was left behind. The fruit slipped off a solid part, a bit like the handle of an old screwdriver, one of the manual ones. As soon as the fruit was gone the handle shot spikes out that were about eighty millimetres long out in all directions. It was easy to see why the YW's used such a quick action to remove the fruit. They then carefully placed the fruit into a covered cart where it lay up against the roof. The cart had small wheels that were coated with the foil that kept it on the surface of the planet.

Pretty soon it was our turn, and I got the first one off the tree. It was quite soft and rubbery to touch, and it came off pretty easily. We soon found that if you touched the fruit and didn't pull immediately the fruit became firmly stuck to the shaft, and we assumed that the spikes had engaged to hold it there. Then we found out something much more disturbing. The spikes were deadly. 

Alvon Marrk was a backstage technician (that meant he wasn't bridge crew) on Birra's shift, 

and he wasn't fast enough getting the fruit off when it was his turn. A spike just scraped him, and he looked at it curiously and died. Because of the gravity he stood there, motionless with his arms up for about ten seconds before we realised that there was something wrong. He let go of the fruit and a YW caught it quickly and put it with the others.

When I realised there was something wrong I checked for a pulse, but there was none. I said he was dead and the YW's froze us into position as the furious men turned toward them threateningly. The YW's quickly removed Alvon's breather, and then his boots and we watched impotently and angrily as his body disappeared into space. Four men, all from different groups, died from being spiked that day, and they were all given the same treatment. 

The YW's unfroze me first, probably because they knew that I was in charge.

"You are going to be just as pissed off as I am," I quickly said to the rest of the group, "but don't try to do anything to these fuckers, they are just too strong." I looked around carefully at the men.

"They killed George Hingson just by touching him," I continued, "so save your anger up for a time when it will do them harm and not you. That, by the way is an order." I nodded at the nearest YW, and it seemed to understand and almost immediately the rest of the guys could move again. They cursed and moaned, but reluctantly obeyed and didn't try to attack the YW's.

The YW's ensured that we continued picking the fruit, and we were allowed to keep every tenth one that we picked, although holding on to them was pretty difficult when we were concentrating so hard on not getting spiked and killed. Eventually we stopped for a break and we looked at the fruit critically. By now we were all hungry and thirsty, and the fruit looked like the only food that we were going to get.

We looked at each other, wondering who would be the first to try one.

"Fuck this," Ralph Seigana finally said, "it looks like we are going to die anyway."

He squeezed a fruit that was under his face and caught the resulting drops of liquid in his mouth as they rose. He smiled.

"Fucking great," he said and looked at the rest of us as we watched him nervously. He grinned widely and put the fruit to his mouth and squeezed harder, emptying the flesh into his mouth,

"Aaaargh," he moaned, and then his hands rose up, just like Alvon's had.

"Oh shit," Ferd Herdid groaned, "we're going to die." But I'd noticed something.

"Don't fuck about Ralph, I can see you haven't let it go."

"Had the rest of you going," he said, grinning again, and he ate the rest of the fruit. We shrugged and followed suit, it wasn't like we had a lot of choice.

The fruit was very watery, and tasted sweet in a strangely metallic way. It wasn't all that filling and we realised that if we were to survive on every tenth one of these that we got, it would mean picking one hell of a lot of them. 

We spent the whole day picking the fruit and ended up eating about ten each. I was still a bit hungry, and I knew we would have to work faster the next day. The strange thing was I hadn't drunk anything, but I wasn't thirty at all.

When we got back to our cave the YW's kept us outside as the groups all returned. The gossip started and we found out about most of the other deaths. The last group back was quite a bit later than the rest of us, and we could immediately see there was something seriously wrong. There was a YW behind every man in the group, and the men were struggling just to walk. 

We found out later that Wane Fox had hit a YW after Sal Chuff had been killed by a spike. The whole group had tried to follow suit, but were frozen in place by the other YW. They were surrounded by the aliens before they were released, and even that was only a partial release. They said it had taken twice the energy to walk back because they couldn't use their limbs normally.




First Immortals Ch. 03



We were put into a circle around Wane, and then we were frozen so we could not look away. He was obviously going to be punished, and it was clearly intended to also be a warning for the rest of us.

While Wane was frozen a couple of the YW's moved in front of him, and they put some of their tendrils into his uniform. He stayed frozen for few minutes, and then they released him. He just grinned.

"Oh, fuck that's good," Wane eventually moaned, and his hips started moving in a fucking action. 

I realised that he too was feeling the pleasure of fucking Keisha, and I felt kind of jealous. I have never been too worried about sharing my sex partners around, but these were my actual feelings from when I had fucked Keisha, and they were being given to somebody else. It was weird.

"Shit yeah," Wane moaned a few minutes later, and his actions quickened. The YW's glowed brightly, and one stared to go purple. They were getting excited too.

Wane looked ridiculous humping nothing, but he was really getting into it, and was acting as if we weren't there at all. The YW's got brighter and brighter, and both had progressed from blue to purple by the time it all happened.

"I'm gonna fucking cum," Wane shouted, and then he thrust his hips forward, and the YW's went red.

"Yeah that's what I want," Wane cried as he jerked and writhed in ecstasy. It didn't look good to any of us, but it must have felt amazing to him judging by his reaction. But then his shout of triumph turned into one of pain as something changed and Wane crumpled like something had sucked the insides out of him. The YW's went pink and they seemed to glow brightly from within. Wane was dead, there was no way he could be alive looking like that, and I guessed that the YW's had used the opening into his body created by his orgasm to enter and literally suck the life out of him.

It was disgusting, but we were frozen into position and we had to watch the entire revolting thing. After that we had to watch the two glowing YW's being escorted off by a group of others, and then we had to watch as Wane's breather and boots were removed and his crumpled remains floated off into space.

Eventually Gibbo was released and he did the same thing that I had done earlier. He told the guys that there was no point fighting the YW's, they were too strong. But I was already starting to hatch a plan by then, so I didn't listen real hard. 

While all the YW's had been there I couldn't move at all, but now there were a lot less and I managed to move the fingers on my right hand a tiny bit. I was starting to wonder just how many of us each YW could freeze at one time. 

The thought also crossed my mind that there could be a way to resist this new way of killing us. Wane had been pretty low on the lingam list, apparently because he didn't last too long. I wondered if we might be able to live through it if we didn't cum. What would happen to the YW's then? I didn't say anything at the time but I did go out to take a piss late that night and I masturbated. Because of my high profile lifestyle on Earth and in the Mayflower this was not something at which I had had a lot of practice, so it took a while to get it right, but I didn't want a lot of back pressure if I had to hold off for a long time later.

Ninety seven men had left the Mayflower, and now, just two days later there were only ninety two of us left. By the end of the next day it was ninety because of one spiking and one punishment that was almost identical to Wane's. This time, however it was Gerd Cax, and his crime was picking the lowest number of fruit for the day. 

By now we were hoping that the YW's weren't going to send the women down. The game was way too deadly. 

I had a quiet word with Gibbo about both of my theories, and he was very impressed with the fact that I had managed to move while I was frozen but not even mildly interested in my idea of masturbation as a defence. To be fair masturbation has always had a very negative image over my rather long lifetime, I mean why play alone when there are always others around to play with? I decided to keep doing it, but to keep it quiet. I thought it was OK in the circumstances, because there was nobody else around who I wanted to play with.

We did pass the word around about trying to move while frozen, and time eventually showed that about half of us could do it to some extent and the rest just couldn't. I kept pushing myself when we were frozen and soon I could make my right hand move quite a bit if there were a lot of us nearby.

My theory on the numbers also proved to be pretty right too. One YW could freeze up to about twenty of us and after that the people furthest away had quite a bit of movement left. If it was one just freezing say five or less of us I really struggled to move my hand at all, but I still kept trying.

For the two weeks following our capture a routine set in. We went out in the morning and picked fruit all day. When the small carts were full we wheeled them to a much bigger cart and emptied the fruit into it. We were allowed our ten percent to keep us alive, but that was all it was doing. It was not making us healthy or strong, it was just subsistence living. Each night we were forced to watch as the man who had picked the least fruit for the day was killed in the same way that Wane had been, and a couple of very contented YW's were escorted away by the others. What amazed me was the guys who were killed seemed to enjoy the build-up, even knowing what was going to happen. It just didn't make sense.

After the gruesome executions we were left in our cave overnight. Sleeping was just the weirdest thing. Because of the reverse gravity the only way we could lie down was to take our boots off, but when we did the ceiling became the floor. The hard bit was climbing back up (down?) to our boots and then trying to put them back on. This was particularly difficult when we had waited too long to go to the toilet, but without our boots we would have walked out and just disappeared off the face of the planet. We soon found out that the YW's had set a perimeter around the cave. We could go outside to perform our ablutions, but we couldn't explore far from the cave without encountering a YW that would send us back.

We had an 'escape club' meeting every night. We tried to find the chink in the YW's armour that would provide us with a way of striking back and getting clear of this disgusting planet. Here we were merely slaves, maybe even less, and every day passing made us weaker in strength and in numbers. But try as we may the only breakthrough we made was the knowledge that some of us could move slightly when frozen. That really gave us nothing immediate to work with.

We also discussed at length what the fate of the women might be. On our planet we had long since gone past the old chauvinistic idea that it was the job of the males to protect the females, but we had spent years in close confines with this group. They were our workmates, our bosses, our subordinates, our lovers, our friends and our sparring partners. Knowing how helpless we were just made us more concerned about them.

Finally I managed to get a bit of a break. The big cart was full and a squad of ten was selected, including me, and we pushed it along a rough track away from the area in which we worked and lived. We were not allowed to stop for anything, but the pace was steady enough that we could have four working at pushing and the others could keep pace while picking fruit to eat and taking a quick piss if necessary. If we hit a hill we all pitched in, but the track was mostly quite level, so the work wasn't too hard. We would talk occasionally and as usual the YW's didn't seem to notice or mind. I decided that they didn't have the capability to hear things as we did because we never managed to communicate with them at all with our voices.

After a couple of hours we noticed the monotonous vegetation (there was only the one plant on the planet as far as we could see) thinning out, and the road surface changed from compacted dirt to some sort of dark metallic green polished stone. In the distance we saw something looming and I realised we were approaching some sort of a town. I had wondered where and how the YW's lived; I mean a species so advanced wouldn't need to sleep in caves would they?

Our excitement grew as we got closer and soon we passed a low dome by the side of the road. One turned to two and then they just got more numerous. These were the YW's homes, and we would occasionally see a YW inside one of the structures looking at us curiously. But we were kept at a distance. There were five YW's escorting us, and by the look of it only two were there to guard us and the other three of them were needed to keep the curious locals at a safe distance. I have never been really sure if it was to protect us from them or if it was the other way around.

On three occasions we passed through an area that must have been some sort of invisible gate. We had started collecting a few hangers on in the outskirts and by the time we reached the first such area they all just stopped. There was nothing to suggest a gate but after we passed that point the dwellings got bigger and sort of cleaner. We collected a few more curious YW's as we went along, and these looked a bit larger and a bit brighter in colour. There was definitely some sort of a class system here, and this was even more obvious as went through another invisible point. The new YW's were larger and brighter again, and this time they were obviously the next class up from the ones who were escorting us. As soon as we were in this area one of the new ones joined us and it took over the task of keeping the curious at a distance.

The final invisible gateway took us into what was quite clearly a power plant. There was one huge building that had a very strong smell of the fruit, except it was a sort of rotten smell too. Our guards waited outside as three new ones guided us into an opening in the building and all of a sudden we were just a couple of metres under a massive store of the fruit. We looked up in amazement, realising that there must have been millions of pieces of fruit there and the smell of decay grew even stronger inside. I still have no idea of what power the YW's had, but it must have been based on the fermentation or rotting process of the fruit. The YW's positioned the cart under an area that was a bit higher that most and they pivoted the front wheel section forward and then quickly flipped the cart on its front. All the fruit we had painstakingly picked poured up to the roof in a matter of moments.

The cart was dropped back down, the wheels returned to position and we were being herded back out again. It was late afternoon, but by the look of things we were going to have to walk all the way back without a break. By now we were quite hungry but they wouldn't let us pick any fruit until we had left the stone road. It was while I was picking fruit much later that it happened.

Picking the fruit in the day time was risky enough, but in the semi darkness of an eerie moonlit night it was harder still. I pulled a fruit too quickly, and my hand hit my chest.

"Shit," I muttered, startled rather than hurt.

"I beg your pardon?" a voice enquired hopefully from my previously silent communicator, and my heart leapt. I would know that voice anywhere.

"Bira?" I said, "how are you, where are you?" I had a million questions.

"I'm fine Josh," she said, and she sounded happy. "I'm just taking the shuttle for a spin to make sure it's OK."

"Oh," I said, relieved, "are they, er, treating you all right?" Bira must have caught the tone in my voice.

"Yes," she responded, "what's the matter? What are they doing to you?" I took a deep breath.

"It's pretty bad here," I managed to say; "we've lost a few guys."

"Lost as in dead?"

"Yep," I said, trying to work out how she could help us to escape.

"How?"

"Later," I said, realising we might not have a lot of time to talk. "Is there a YW with you?"

"No, just me and Feliss," she said, all business now.

"Have they searched the shuttle?" I asked.

"No, why?"

"Later," I said again, "how often do you get to take it out?"

"This is the first time," she said, "and they somehow knew the thermal drive was getting low."

"OK," I said, trying to think quickly, "try to get out at least once a week if you can."

"I'll try," she promised, "what else do you need?"

"How many YW's on the Mayflower?" I asked.

"Usually about ten, they keep well away from us though."

"Good," I replied, "don't let on that you know something is wrong here, they might boost their numbers."

"All rig........." Bira's voice faded away as she went out of range, and I cursed and then headed back to the others.

"Josh," her voice returned, she must have doubled back.

"Got you now," I replied happily.

"I'll have to get back or they might get suspicious," 

"OK, if you can try to get some sort of idea of the lay of the land, like where are the power stations and the spaceships," I suggested.

"Oh, I'll try," Bira said hesitantly.

"I miss you," I said honestly.

"Me too, even Feliss can't lick pussy like you do," she said, and I heard an indignant squeak in the background. Then they were gone again, but they left a vivid mental picture seared into my mind. Damn I needed to be with Bira again, I just wasn't suited to life without sex.

I got back to the cart and took my turn pushing.

"First sign of madness, talking to yourself," Breg Dasv said with a grin.

"Communicator," I explained, and all the guys within earshot turned to me.

"What...?" Breg said, but I cut him off.

"Girls are all fine," I said quickly, "but we'd better wait until we get back." 

We all looked at the nearest YW and it was paying no attention to us, but they nodded their understanding. The pace we were moving at crept up a bit.

We were very late getting in to the cave, but the buzz of interest from our group soon had everyone awake and they were all asking me the same questions one after the other. The hard bit was all the unanswered questions, all those things I should have found out but didn't. Eventually we all hit the sack and I went outside to take a piss. I expected Gibbo to follow me out, and I wasn't disappointed.

"You've got a plan," he said.

"Yep," I agreed, and I told him. 

It had been a while since I had seen Gibbo really smile, but a long shot is a heap better than no shot.

Our real problem was that we were getting weak. Every day reduced our numbers by at least one and our strength was reduced too. I continued to masturbate regularly, but I didn't say anything about that to the others. I also kept testing my ability to move when we were frozen, and this improved as time went by. The same happened for the others who could move, but those who couldn't at the start still couldn't.

It was about three weeks after my conversation with Bira that the YW's picked me as their next victim. I don't know why, I certainly hadn't picked the least amount of fruit and I don't think I had let on about my escape plans. I had unsuccessfully tried to contact Bira every night from outside our cave, but I hadn't made it obvious. I think they just decided they wanted a higher profile target this time, maybe to show their strength. I don't mind telling you I was shit scared. I really thought I was going to die.

I was frozen into position and had to watch as everyone else was assembled and then frozen too. I resisted the urge to try and move because I was sure that would be seen by the YW's and that could have led to all sorts of trouble for the others. I stayed frozen and watched in horror as two of the YW's moved toward me and their tendrils slipped into my uniform...

The bad dream that was the planet dissolved and I found myself back in the female shower area of the gym on the Mayflower with Keisha. This wasn't an illusion, it was real. I could smell the sweet scent of Keisha's arousal as she reached for me, I could see the unmistakable glint of excitement in her honey coloured eyes. I had fucked her once before and it had been an incredible feeling, but this was somehow an even more heightened experience. I slowly lifted her over my cock and I heard her moan of excitement and felt her breath on my chest as I lowered her down onto it.

I felt Keisha's pussy stretching around my cock head, and then her searing internal heat made its way down my shaft as my cock reached into her depths. 

"Oh, yes," she moaned in a voice that was low and husky with passion, and I groaned with pleasure too. This girl was so damn tight I wondered if I was going to fit all the way in. We fucked slowly for a while, and I finally buried my cock to the hilt inside her.

"Fuck me harder," Keisha moaned, so I did. I love it when a girl gets totally into sex. Keisha moaned and groaned in ecstasy, she wriggled and writhed on my cock and all the time she kept increasing the pace. I knew she wanted me to cum, but that isn't how I do things. They say that nice guys always cum second and I wasn't going to finish before she had experienced at least one orgasm. It took all of my strength to resist as she slammed her pussy full length up and down my cock, screaming her pleasure every time it rammed home. I felt my orgasm building up, but I waited and she became more and more frantic.

"Now," she screamed desperately, but still I managed to hang on, and finally she came in a spectacular rush of sensation, and I passed out.



First Immortals Ch. 04



First up I would strongly suggest that if you haven't read the earlier chapters please do so before reading this one, it will explain a lot of things...

Apart from that, enjoy. BB1212




I woke up in a cave, but it wasn't our normal cave, and I was alone. My body ached as if I had run two marathons in one day, and I could barely move. My fried brain tried to put together what had happened and my first conclusion was that I was dead. But I reasoned that couldn't be it because I wouldn't be feeling that much pain would I? 

I slowly pieced it all together. The image that the YW's created was somehow more real than reality. Even though I had been standing in front of all the captives I had felt like I was really fucking Keisha again and it had been in the women's showers in the gym on the Mayflower. But I hadn't cum, and she, or rather they, had. The fact that I was still alive proved at least part of my theory, but I would just have to guess the rest.

I staggered outside and found a small cart. It looked like at least some things hadn't changed, but there was only one YW in evidence, and it was quite a distance away. Not wanting to push my luck I picked some fruit and then ate some. I didn't manage to get much done that day, and then I went back into the cave to rest and recover some more.

But over the next couple of days I slowly got my strength back. I appeared to have suffered no permanent damage during the encounter.

Every night I tried to contact Bira or anyone else on the communicator, but I was totally without success, and after a couple of weeks I was starting to go crazy. I didn't know if anyone else was alive, either on the planet or on the Mayflower, I mean the YW's could have taken any sort of action after they had failed to kill me. My imagination was not a nice place to be living in during that time as the endless possibilities unfolded in my tortured mind.

Suicide was never a real option, but it was one of the demons that stalked me in my nightmares.

'How long?' it would ask me, 'how long before you go insane, before you die, before they kill you? Maybe you should just walk out of the cave without your boots? That's not suicide; it's just a natural end to the torture that you are living through.'

I wondered how many of the men were left if things were going the same way as they had been. I estimated we had been on the planet for about ten weeks now, so at one per day we would have lost seventy of the original ninety seven men who had been brought here. It would be all over in another three or four weeks if we couldn't make a break for it before then.

I got back to the cave one night and Hugh Scrindle was there unconscious on the floor. Hugh had been fourth or fifth on the lingam list, and I knew he was also known as a 'stayer' with pretty good endurance. He was second science officer on the one shift and I hadn't seen him much before we were taken. I went out and picked more fruit, this time keeping my share aside and I went back in when I had two for him.

"You were right Josh," Hugh said shakily after his second fruit. He was obviously not well, but he wanted to talk and I desperately needed him to tell me what was going on.

"How?" I asked.

"When you didn't cum the two YW's... well they exploded, it was disgusting."

"Wow." I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Gibbo told us about your theory, and about you.. er..."

"Wanking," I said wryly. What a thing to be known for.

"Yeah, so most of us started doing it. We wanted to live. I mean we didn't know if you were still alive when they took you away but even just taking them with us would be better."

"Yeah," I agreed.

"But I'm the first one since you to last it out. There were only eighteen of us left when I was chosen."

"Shit," I exclaimed, it was worse than I had thought. "Gibbo?" I asked nervously and Hugh shook his head sadly.

"Last week," he replied, "but he did talk about your plan with everyone and we all know it now."

"Any contact?" I asked, but I knew what the answer was going to be.

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "So what is the deal here?"

I told him what little I could and he settled down to sleep again.

Things were getting desperate. Every day I knew we would be losing people, but we had no way to stop it. I spent as much time as I could outside trying to get in touch with the Mayflower, but nothing worked. We picked fruit and we slept. Most of all we worried.

Four days later Neale Chuang appeared and it appeared that he too had survived the YW's. I went out to get some fruit for him and as usual I hit my communicator tag.

"Hello?" I said to the vast empty sky above me.

"Josh?" Bira's voice came back, sounding very surprised.

"Bira," I said with relief, "where have you been?"

"They didn't let me out until the drive was low, and then that happened again this time," she explained. "Why are you on the other side of the planet?"

"I am?"

"Yes, I'm doing what you said and I've pretty much mapped it all."

"Good," I said making a quick decision, "do you remember the mid-air pickups we practiced at our first planet stop?"

"Yes, I..."

"Stand by for three from pretty much right above me," I said quickly.

"But how...?"

"Explain later," I said, and I darted back into the cave.

"What's the matter?" Hugh asked as I rushed back in.

"We're going," I said briefly, and a look of horror crossed his face. I understood, I felt it too.

"Now?"

"Now."

He nodded and we took the inserts out of all of our boots and put the boots back on. Hugh and I stood up on the roof of the cave and lifted Neale's unconscious form between us.

"What if it kills him?" Hugh asked.

"What if we stay?" I replied. He nodded, and we walked out of the cave.

The last step, as they say in the classics, was a doozy. We shot into the air away from the ground, and we tensed up. I have no idea if the YW on guard duty saw us, but if it did it all happened too fast for it to do anything. But the real danger was above us. There was no evidence of an atmosphere on the planet, but I just wasn't all that sure. Were we about to burn up in the same way that things entering Earth's atmosphere did?

"Coming now," I managed to say into the communicator as we plummeted upwards.

"I can't.. wait a minute, yes, I can see you," Bira said triumphantly.

Less than two minutes later we were in the shuttle.

"Josh," Bira exclaimed, with tears in her eyes, "I never thought..."

"Sorry, no time," I grunted as I hastily removed a cover panel from the cargo bay, "power plants and ships are the targets, take us over the nearest one and let's try to hit them all before they realise what is happening."

"With what?" she asked, quickly turning the shuttle.

"This," I said, removing the hidden A5K.

"How the hell did that get there?" Hugh asked.

"I built it from spare parts," I explained, "the YW's only looked for what was on the manifest so they didn't know about this one."

"Wow," Hugh said. I could see I had impressed him.

"Power station coming up," Bira said.

"Give me a shot through the portal," I said, and I poked the end of the A5K through, and said a quick prayer to any god that happened to be listening. I had never tested it after I built it up. The power station came into view and I gently squeezed the trigger.

The power station exploded, flattening everything for miles around and sending billowing smoke across the ground.

"Holy shit," a voice said and I tuned to see Dreea Hewey sitting next to Bira at the controls.

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Hugh agreed, and I grinned broadly. We finally had a way of getting the YW's back, and it was a pretty devastating way at that.

"Airfield next," Bira said, 'about a minute and a half away. There are four airfields and six power stations all in a nice neat line around the equator."

"Sweet," I said, and braced myself.

I took out five big ships at the airfield, and I have no idea how many small ones. The second big one lit up as the A5K sliced it in half and the concussion of the rest going up after it threw me back across the cargo bay and into the opposite wall of the shuttle. I was just sitting there stunned at the wanton destruction.

"Airfield, thirty seconds," Bira announced, and Hugh held his hands out. I gave him the A5K, it was easier than trying to get up in my dazed state.

Less than a minute later Hugh was sitting beside me, grinning from ear to ear, and I took the A5K back. The next three targets were power stations, and I destroyed them all as easily as the first one.

"There are two ships in the air ahead," Bira warned and I saw them approaching and fired, sweeping the line of destruction across from one to the other. One shot straight into the ground, breaking up and exploding on impact and the other was sliced neatly in half and was tumbling as we passed it. The next airfield was coming up and I hit the only large ship left and again the blast took out the smaller ones that were still on the ground. I knew some must have escaped.

The last airfield was virtually empty and I guessed that the aircraft from that one would be trying to protect the power stations. 

"Power station, one minute," Bira said, and suddenly I felt my limbs being frozen. All movement inside the shuttle stopped as we screamed toward the power station. I saw a large air ship ahead and could only wait in frustration as it got closer and closer. We couldn't move, but I concentrated hard on squeezing and my practice in the cave saved us. As we came up to the ship my finger moved the tiny bit needed and the A5K spat again. The ship beside us disintegrated, and the concussion blew us way off course, but the girls did a sensational job of saving us from disaster.

"Josh, behind us," Bira cried as another ship approached, but there was no attempt to freeze us this time and I shot it out of the sky with yet another spectacular detonation.

The last two power stations were easy pickings and I was stunned to realise that the first phase of my plan had worked. We had taken out every major target the planet had to offer.

"Take us to where you first heard me," I said urgently and Bira turned the shuttle around. This bit was going to be difficult to say the least.

I started making regular calls on the communicator, hoping someone would be outside the cave as we got close. I was in luck.

"Hello Josh, is that really you?" a voice asked as we approached.

"Adran?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"It's really me, how many of you are left?"

"Eleven," he said, choking on the word.

"Get the inserts out of your boots and step outside now," I instructed.

"But..."

"No buts. Hugh, Neale and I are on the shuttle and that's how we did it."

There was a moment's hesitation.

"OK," Adran said, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

We managed to pick up all eleven of them but Frenk Gallagher and Ed Varly were dead when we got them in. The others were all in a real bad way, but they looked like they might survive.

"Back to the Mayflower," I said to Bira, and she nodded. This was going to be the hard bit, I wasn't going to be able to use the A5K on board, it would destroy the ship. As we got close an emergency pod broke away from the Mayflower and shot away in the opposite direction to the planet.

"They've all gone," Feliss said over the communicator. "They took a pod." I grinned.

"I wonder if they realise our pods require normal gravity?" I asked, to nobody in particular.

As I looked back at the planet that had cost so many good men their lives I was satisfied to see billowing patches of smoke marking a dotted line around the equator. I hoped desperately that we had hurt the YW's badly enough for us to get away before they recovered.

We got the Mayflower under way as soon as we had secured the shuttle. I had absolutely no intention of waiting for the YW's to regroup and attack.

"Maximum speed," I said, "I'll take the helm."

"No," Bira said bluntly, "Feliss you look after the ship." I cocked an eyebrow at Bira. Feliss was only a number three pilot.

"You might be the Commander now," Bira said, getting straight to the point, "but none of you can take the controls until you have a medical clearance." I nodded. She did have a good point.

"We only have manual controls," I said gently, not wanting to offend Feliss, "we need to get as far away from here as we can and as fast as possible," but Bira just grinned.

"We fixed the auto pilot," she said, and I laughed.

"Sick bay gentlemen," I conceded.

"And then bed," Bira announced. I liked the sound of that.

The sick bay of the Mayflower comprised mostly of six small DT (Diagnosis/Treatment) booths and twenty beds. Sure we had a medical contingent of twenty five, but all the serious diagnosis and administration of aid was entirely automatic. The staff just kept it running and did the legally required cross checking to ensure it was all working correctly. Starting with the men who appeared to be the most ill we were all connected up to a battery of equipment. All of the nine survivors from our original location had pretty severe hyperthermia and massive bruising of the internal organs. In contrast Hugh, Neale and I confounded the machines. It wasn't so much that they couldn't find anything wrong with us; it was more that we didn't register in the normal scale for anything. Eventually we gave up and decided to wait until they had re calibrated the machines. We went to the kitchen for our first real meal in months. 

Neale had recovered enough to join us, and he cheerfully told us how he regained consciousness just in time to see a YW airfield exploding. He thought he had died and gone to heaven. We savoured the food and drink, and I could feel my exhaustion replacing the adrenalin that I had been running on since I contacted Bira.

"Time for a wash and then bed," she said gently as we all began to show the signs that demonstrated just how much our ordeal had drained our strength.

"Not alone," I said, looking at the proud outline of her tits in her tight uniform, but in my defence it had been a long time since such a sight had graced my eyes.

"There's... um... going to be problem with that," Bira said quietly.

"What?" I asked.

"We have twelve men on board, and only three of them are anywhere near fit," Bira explained. "But we have one hundred and seventy eight very horny and frustrated women too."

"Ah," I said, realising what she was saying.

"Now it's true that quite a few of those ladies prefer their own kind these days," Bira elaborated, "but we are going to have to be careful how we do this." I nodded.

"Tonight," I said, with as much authority as I could muster, "we three choose our own partner."

"Mmmm?" Bira said.

"I choose you by the way," I said.

"Why thank you kind sir," she said.

"Tomorrow we need to create new shift rosters, and while we are at it we can make sure that the ladies who need, um... servicing, will get it."

"Uh huh." Bira said.

"Josh, I mean Commander," Hugh said.

"Josh is good here," I said.

"How close was that experience to real?" I grinned.

"Damn close," I said.

"Keisha," Hugh said firmly.

"Dreea," Neale said, "she did well tonight."

We washed and then we went to bed and I watched as Bira peeled her uniform off.

"It was bad, wasn't it?" she asked tenderly.

"It was," I agreed, "but we're here now."

"Fuck me Josh. I don't need anything fancy, I just need your cock."

As I pressed it into her pussy I felt my strength slowly returning, and I smiled.

I woke slowly, and savoured the sensation of warm lips wrapped around my cock. I almost whispered Bira's name, but the experience was just a little bit different to what I remembered, so I just lay there enjoying it with my eyes closed for a while. I wondered idly whether it was Bira, and I had just been without sex for so long that I had forgotten, or if it was someone else. Then I heard a giggle and, much to my disappointment, the busy lips removed themselves.

"You're awake aren't you?" a female voice said, 'but don't open your eyes yet," she said quickly, "I want you to guess who I am. Ask me a question." I grinned, and obediently kept my eyes closed. 

"Hair colour?" I asked.

"Pink," she said, and I tried to cast my mind back to the girls with pink hair. There weren't that many. 

"Now," she finally added, and then those talented lips returned. I grinned ruefully. They all could easily have changed hair and eye colour while we were on the planet.

"I think," I said slowly, "I might just need to taste you," and she giggled again.

"OK," she readily agreed, and I felt her lips leave again and then heard the rustle of clothing being removed.

Moments later I felt her climb over me to a sixty nine position and her warm lips engulfed me yet again. I was nowhere near sick of that feeling. 

I could smell her arousal and I lifted my head into a delicious and very wet pussy. Damn I had missed this. As my tongue sought her clit my hands did some exploring as I tried to reveal her identity without looking.

"Oooh yes," she moaned as I found my target and gently ran my tongue across it. My hands explored a firm ass that was about two sizes above athletic and about three below fat. I savoured her exquisite taste, but got nowhere with identification as a result.

"That's so good," she moaned again as I sucked her clit into my mouth, clamped it there with my lips and then lightly grazed it with my tongue. She was very sensitive.

My hands reached around and found tits that were again a bit larger than average for the ship. Her areolas were very large and her nipples were quite thick and stumpy. I pulled my head back for a moment.

"Not bridge crew?" I asked, and she giggled again and I could feel the vibrations around my cock.

"Mmmm mm," she made a negative noise. I resumed my licking.

"Bloody hell," she exclaimed cutely around my cock as my tongue stepped up its assault. By now I knew her hair was just longer than shoulder length, and it felt quite thick. 

I let my hands return to her tits and I tweaked and teased her erect nipples firmly as I tongued her clit and pussy. It was time to get serious about licking pussy.

"Oh, fuck," she finally moaned, a rather long time later, and I felt her body quivering in the build-up to her orgasm. 

"Soon," I promised, and I gave up trying to identify her in favour of bringing her to her peak.

My mystery partner was a squealer, and the closer she got the louder she got. I kept up the intensity and soon she had abandoned my cock as she came loudly on my tongue with all the physical force of a car crash. She collapsed onto my body shaking uncontrollably.

"Wow," she gasped as her sweaty body heaved with her breathing. I just smiled and waited.

After a couple of minutes her tongue found the tip of my still very hard cock, and at the first contact I jumped slightly. She giggled, and tongued the hole at the end.

"Tastes good," she said.

"Feels good inside too," I said, with all the subtlety of a man who had gone for months without sex.

"I want to..." she said, sounding doubtful.

"But?" I asked, wondering what her problem was.

"You can't cum inside," she said, and I was suddenly very confused. She wouldn't get pregnant, we had all been sorted for that before we left Earth, and there were no diseases that she could catch.

"Uh, why?" I asked.

"I, er... want it somewhere else," she explained, and I grinned. Obviously the taste thing was her kink, and who was I to deny her that pleasure?

"We can fuck for a while and then I can take it out when I'm close," I suggested. "You can have it in your mouth, on your face, anywhere you want."

"I shouldn't," she said hesitantly.

"Go on," I coaxed, and I felt her move. She slid down my body and I felt her turn to face me. She hesitated, and I smiled reassuringly before reaching forward to fondle her breast and tweak her nipple.




First Immortals Ch. 04



Finally she lifted up and slowly squatted over my cock. I first felt the tickle of her pubic hair on the sensitive tip of my cock and then I would swear I felt the heat of her pussy radiating out before it even touched me.

"Oh, shit," she moaned as my cock slowly opened her pussy wide. She was putting a lot of pressure on for very little movement, and I realised that she had not had a lot of experience fucking.

"Bloody hell that's tight," I said as her hot and moist pussy slowly wrapped around my cock head.

"Bloody hell that's huge," she said at the same time, and I grinned. It's always nice to be told.

She slowly worked her pussy down my cock, moaning softly and after a few minutes she started fucking me properly.

"You promise you won't cum in me?" she grunted.

"Fartlighter's honour," I replied. 

"I forgot you got some of them," she said, 'you were my idol and now here we are..." her voice trailed off uncertainly.

"Fucking," I finished for her, and she giggled.

"Fucking," she agreed, "and I like it."

"Me too," I said, and then I wondered again who it was who was pumping her pussy up and down the full length of my cock, groaning each time it reached full depth. 

Then a thought occurred to me.

"What shade are you?" I asked and she giggled again.

"Now you're thinking," she said, "I'd be about eighty percent."

On Earth we stopped using the phrases 'black' and 'white' to describe skin colour in the early two thousands. It had been considered to be racist for so long that we had to do something else.

The purest albino white was two percent and the darkest black was ninety eight percent. I was about ten per cent myself, and the theory was that because we were all some level it wasn't so easy label a particular group. Eighty percent was quite dark for the Mayflower.

"Medical staff?" I asked, and she giggled again.

"Uh huh," she affirmed.

"I have the absolute pleasure to be balls deep in the lovely Shamoa, don't I?" I said, and this time she laughed.

"Open your eyes," she said, and I did. Shamoa was energetically riding my cock.

"How did you know?" she asked. 

"I assume you don't want me to cum in you because you are just here to get a sample?" I said, and she smiled.

"Got it in one Josh, um, Commander," she said, and I grinned.

"While my cock is buried in you I think we can dispense with the fancy titles," I said, and she nodded. "Is this how you usually take samples?" I asked, teasing. To the best of my knowledge Shamoa had not had sex with any of the men on board on the way to YW4597. She was certainly not on the lingam list anyway.

"Just you," she grunted, "but we need to hurry."

"First you cum, then me," I said, and she grinned wickedly and stepped up the pace.

Shamoa rode me madly for about another ten minutes, and then she orgasmed a second time in a singularly spectacular fashion. She threw her head back and howled as she rammed her pussy into my pelvis and leaned forward to press her clit into my pubic hair. 

"Yes," she screamed as her arms and legs spasmed wildly, as if she was having a seizure, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her pussy gripped my cock so tightly that I was worried it may do damage as she shook so had, wrenching me around with her. It took her five minutes to come down.

"Holy shit," Shamoa gasped, "why did I wait so long?" I just held her until her breathing returned to close to normal, and then I rolled her over onto her back, staying buried deep inside that sensational pussy.

"Ready?" I asked, and she looked up at me with out of focus eyes.

"Yeah," she moaned, and I pulled back all the way, and then slammed my cock back deep into her.

"Oh fuck," she gasped.

"Exactly," I agreed, and I did.

Knowing that Shamoa was on a restricted time limit I drove into her as hard and as fast as I could. She was moaning continuously in pleasure as I fucked her brutally.

"Nearly there," I grunted, only about five minutes later, and she looked up at me with lust filled eyes.

"Me too,"

"You first," I said and moments later she came again, and it was the same spectacular orgasm as she had experienced earlier. I desperately looked for her sample jar and fortunately it was beside the bed. I just got the top off it as I shot a stream of cum into her clenching pussy. I pulled out with a massive pop and shot the next one straight up her body and into the bottom of her chin. After that I got them into the container and I still more than half filled it. I had some catching up to do.

Shamoa wiped her chin and looked curiously at the cum.

"You missed," she said sadly, and I lifted the jar.

"Only the first couple," I said, "there's plenty in here."

She nodded, and then licked the mess off her fingers.

"Mmmmm, nice," she said.

"Plenty more," I told her.

"Promise?"

It definitely wasn't the only sample that the medical staff took from me over the next couple of weeks, but it was without a doubt the most pleasurable.



First Immortals Ch. 05



First up I would strongly suggest that if you haven't read the earlier chapters please do so before reading this one, it will explain a lot of things...

Apart from that, enjoy. BB1212





"So," I asked the assembled bridge crew, "who has been running things up here in our absence?"

"Me," Amy Ho said, "along with Bira and Elspeth." I nodded, it made sense. "But because you are, well were, second in charge of the mission it's now you."

"Thanks," I said. She was right, but we had a long way to go to get home and we all needed to be working together. "We have seven pilots left," I said, "and twelve science officers." They nodded, we all knew the numbers. 

"We'll go with three main shifts," I said, 'Each with two pilots and four science officers. The remaining pilot will take over care of the shuttle and will fill in if someone is sick."

"I'll do that if you like," Bira said, and I nodded.

"No other volunteers?" I asked, but there weren't. 

"OK, Amy is now 2IC, shift commanders are Amy, Elspeth and Me," I said. "Second pilots are Neale, Feliss and Dreea in that order..."

I sorted out the responsibilities quickly and then I looked at the assembled team. We were on the bridge at the time, because it was the only way to get everyone together in the same place. The job we had now was to get home, and with the auto pilot back in operation we were hoping that the only question would be how long it would take. I was fairly sure that we had done too much damage to the YW's for them to chase us immediately, but I was not too sure that we had seen the last of them in a longer term view.

The male survivors fell into two distinct categories. Hugh, Neale and I felt fine, but we had nothing like normal readings on any of the tests that they did on us. The others were extremely sick and they all seemed to have serious lung damage and were prone to developing pneumonia. They all survived in the long run, but it was almost a year before Heith Xang was able to return to work, and some of the others took a couple of months. We had no idea why they were bad and we were good, and at the time we just assumed it was the thickness or makeup of the atmosphere in the different areas where we had left the planet. Meanwhile the medical staff poked, prodded and sampled all of us relentlessly. But what had happened to the three of us was totally beyond the scope of existing medical science at the time.

It took a pretty nasty accident for us to get our first clue as to what was going on. Hugh Scrindle was working out in the gym about a month after we escaped, and an entire rack of weights broke away from the wall and fell on him. We eventually discovered that it was a combination of high frequency vibration from one of the main power generators combined with incorrect stacking that caused it, but that was not the biggest issue. As the rack fell it crushed Hugh's right arm horribly and severed three of his fingers. They took him to the sick bay and the surgeon program told us to operate straight away to try and re-attach his fingers but Hugh, who had remained fully conscious for the entire time flatly refused. He wanted his fingers taped back on and bandaged.

We argued, we begged, we threatened and I ordered but he was absolutely adamant, and in the end we gave up and said OK, but we would look again in the morning. Hugh had changed on the planet, all of us who had survived had, and I didn't want to take away his liberty again by forcing him to do something that he was so strongly opposed to. I just hoped we would still be able to reattach his fingers when he realised that was what was needed.

Looking back at my log book I can see that I went to my quarters and fucked a girl from catering called Rheeley. I can remember wondering why someone would call their kid Rheeley, but I can't remember the girl or the sex. For nine tenths of our return trip this was how it was. The men who were fit had to try and look after the needs of all the women who were interested, and this led to a few great experiences and far more that were mediocre at best.

As the Commander I had to set an example, and I took this seriously, but a later interview quoted Birra as saying that I ruled the ship with an iron rod. I grinned at the analogy and just had to agree.

I went to see Hugh early on the day after his accident, and he looked troubled.

"How are you Hugh?" I asked.

"Well," he said hesitantly, "a lot better than expected." 

"Really?" I asked, surprised at the reply.

"Logic would tell you that my hand would be... well stuffed," he said, and I nodded, "but it isn't."

"Right," I agreed, wondering if Hugh had finally cracked, and he must have seen my doubt.

"Look at this," he said, and he started unwinding the bandages.

"Are you sure..." I said, and then I stopped, stunned. Hugh's fingers were attached. They had some angry red lines around the base of them, but there was no other evidence of his trauma. I watched in astonishment as he flexed his fingers.

"How the fuck?" I asked, shaking my head.

"I'm not sure," he replied. "Last night I knew deep down that the logical action would be for me to let the micro surgery robot reattach them, but something else made me refuse."

"Quite rightly," I observed, and he nodded.

"Not only that..." he said, and then pushed up the loose sleeve on the medic gown, "but also this." The crushed arm was an angry bruise from one end to the other, but it was totally the right shape.

"Bloody hell," I observed, and he grinned ruefully.

"We haven't come back from there the same as we were when we went."

Thinking about it I had to agree.

"Some sort of health credit for surviving sex with a YW?" I pondered aloud.

"Only the three who did got through the exit unscathed," he observed.

"And we are the only ones who can't be scanned by the machines anymore," I said.

"Yes," he said, and swung around on the bed. "I suppose I'd better get to work."

"Sorry, but no," I said, and he stopped. "Even if you feel fine we need the medical staff on this just to make sure."

"I understand Josh," he said, "but this is just too boring here." I nodded.

"Ever been to Sydney?" I asked, and he looked confused.

"No."

"Just near Sydney are the Blue Mountains," I said.

"So?"

"There's this great place called the Three Sisters," I continued, "you just can't be bored there, it's special."

"Not much help here," he said.

"We have our own version," I told him, "Bira, Tish and Tash."

"The three sisters," he said, suddenly looking interested, "you think you...?"

"Be patient and wait here," I told him, "I think it could get much more interesting."

Then Shamoa came in.

"He should be resting and getting proper medical help," she said, sounding a bit grumpy.

"Don't know how, but he's healed," I said, and to her astonishment Hugh showed her his hand.

"Wow," she gasped.

"I want him tested and observed, but he does not need treatment," I said and she nodded. "He's bored too, so I am sending down some playmates. You can get things going if you want." Shamoa grinned eagerly.

"You don't think I would break him?"

"I'm more worried that he will break you." Hugh was looking at Shamoa with a very obvious level of interest.

"I think Commander," Shamoa said, "that visiting hours are over, and it's time for this patient to have a very thorough sponge bath."

I got out quickly. I know when I'm not wanted.

Medical science was stumped. Within two days all the indicators that Hugh had had an accident were gone. Everything worked perfectly, his skin was smooth and unmarked and the x-rays showed not bones that had knitted, but bones that had never been damaged. If I hadn't seen his severed fingers myself I would not have believed that it had really happened. None of us could work it out. Over time we started to notice that Hugh, Neale and I were the only ones on the Mayflower who never got sick. You might think that in such a controlled environment there wouldn't be any sickness, but that isn't how it worked. There were always germs back then, well there are still germs now too, but at this stage we've got them beat. Back on the Mayflower we had germs that had evolved over more than six years, and medicines that hadn't changed at all. We were also at the end of the usefulness of antibiotics and the defender posvirus wasn't introduced for another forty odd years. Man, did that change medicine for the better.

But pretty soon we realised that all three of us had whatever it was that Hugh had. If we were injured we would just wait and it would quickly heal. Not only did we not get sick, but we were also a cure. If one of the women was coming down with something, then just having one of us fuck them and empty our balls inside would clear it up in a matter of hours. It was good for the operation of the ship but I tell you that screwing three or four women every day who were sniffing and moaning in discomfort, not passion, is about as romantic as shaving a camel's balls. 

We were still relatively young and extraordinarily fit, so we did what was needed. Sex did become almost a chore sometimes because we had to try and make sure none of the interested ladies was ignored, and we then had to restructure our plans to include those with an illness. After a couple of years we had enough evidence to realise that the girls we had sex with were less likely to get ill in the first place, and the demands grew even stronger. I felt a bit like one of the old doctors in the historic movies, but my injection was all natural and it only pierced where the grand design had intended it to.

Even in that environment we also had our more memorable liaisons. 

We had stopped travelling and were orbiting a large icy purple planet. We had to do some outside maintenance on the forward channelling deflectors and we were going out in pairs for two hour shifts. My partner was Dillit Savine who had shipped as an observer when she was just eighteen, which was the minimum age for the voyage. She had pretty soon got sick of observing and had used the on board training program to acquire some pretty good science skills. I had met her professionally a couple of times, but she tended to spend her time with what most of us called the 'kindy clan', which was an informal group of around thirty youngsters who had been less than twenty-one years old when we started out. 

Anyway Dillit and I had the task of re-coating the deflectors, and this is one of the most boring jobs around. We only stayed outside for two hours because it was too damn cold out there to stay any longer and it wasn't worth doing less because of the time it took for the floater suits to acclimatise. The earlier work of alignment and charging was much more intense, and the exercise would keep the floaters doing that at least a little bit warm. But coating meant about ten minutes of work, then an hour break, then check the lamination and push a button, another hour break, check the lamination and push the button again and then finally back inside. We would be followed by two more teams who each had to do the check and push the button twice and then come back in, so they had shorter shifts.

We had the connections made, and the static diffuser was in position.

"Commander Scabbard," Dillit said over the communicator, "can you like isolate the comms and vision? I want to say something er... private." 

"No worries," I replied and hit my communicator. "Isolate local," I said, and the system tone confirmed it was done. There was nothing unusual about this, in normal cases all sound and vision was available to anyone who wanted to tune in, so you had the ability to make it private. Once you had isolated it the archives were only viewable by me in my role as the Commander. I could access the files for security reasons or anything else that I decided was very important. I never took up that privilege; I didn't have the time or the inclination, and was lucky enough never to have the need.

Dillit helped me with the final check of the system and then we moved back to a safe distance and I hit the button. We saw the tell-tale clouding around the deflectors which meant the first application had worked. Now we had to wait.

"So Dillit," said in a deliberately friendly tone because some of the younger crew members were a bit in awe of me at that stage, "what did you want to say?" I was expecting a request for a promotion, or a move to better quarters or any one of the other normal requests I was now fielding on a daily basis.

"Um, do you think I'm attractive?" she asked.

"Normally, yes." I said, and I meant it. Dillit was a striking girl rather than a pretty one. Her figure was still almost pre-pubescent with very small breasts and not a lot of flare around the hips, but she carried herself with the grace and poise of a dancer and her long flowing brown hair went almost down to her waist. I think she was the only girl on the Mayflower who had not coloured her hair, and this really stood out amongst the lurid tones that were the norm for the time. She had a cute oval face that lit up when she smiled.

"Normally?" she asked, sounding deeply concerned.

"It's hard to look attractive in a suit," I explained, and she grinned ruefully. The floater suits we wore when we were doing outside work were a dull mustard yellow colour, and they were baggy enough in the upper back to fit over the breather but were then strapped tight at the lower back where the propulsion pack mounted. The hoods were clear all around, but for someone with hair as long as Dillit it just meant that their hair was crammed awkwardly up against the hood. It was not a good look.

"Yes," she agreed, "I really didn't want to wear one of these things. Like, ever. This is actually the first time." 

"Ah," I said, wondering if I had just turned her off from ever wearing one again, "what made you change your mind?" 

"Oh, well I..." I could see that she was bright red with embarrassment, so I just waited.

"Um, the kindy clan are sort of, well, scared of you," she finally said.

"Really?" I asked, and she nodded gravely. "Why?"

"You've done, like everything right, and we've done like nothing."

"You guys are still young," I said encouragingly.

"I know," she said, "but by the time you were my age you were like famous everywhere."

"Uh, huh," I agreed, it was true.

"So I, uh, wanted to try to do something nobody else has done before too," she finally blurted out.

"And what is that?" I asked, quite unsure of where this was going.

"I want you fuck me, like right here," she said quickly, her face glowing brightly.

"Here?" I asked doubtfully, "it wouldn't work, we'd freeze."

"Not if we just used the emergency apps," she said, and I stopped to consider this idea.

The floater suits were pretty darn good technology way back then. Space can be cold, really cold, and the suits had heating built in which made it possible for us to be out there for a couple of hours without becoming solid. The science techs had also conquered the worst problem of all, the need to have a piss in the middle of your shift. The suits were fitted with an extraction system and if you wanted to go then you just did. At the end of the shift you just unplugged the bag and all was well. It made putting on the suits more interesting for the men and it must have been the same for the women too. The emergency apps were for use if the extraction system failed. You basically unzipped the suit and let fly as it were. That was all well and good, but as far away from a star as we were at the time, even that brief exposure could turn your pubic hair into icicles that would snap off as soon as you turned around quickly.

"Wow," I said, not really capable of more intelligent conversation as my mind raced. We would create our own warmth I reasoned, and the chance of my cock getting frostbite and dropping off would be greatly reduced by both being inside Dillit and by my ability to heal from damn near anything. But she didn't have that advantage.

"Please," she said, "I really want to try this. I've like always been the boring one, the kid that everyone else feels a bit sorry for because their life is so uninteresting. That's like why I joined the mission, but when I got here everyone else was even further ahead of me."

"I, uh..."

"Don't you find me attractive?" she asked, pulling the female trump card. 'Sure,' I thought, 'you are hidden in an ugly yellow suit with your hair mashed up against the hood. From this distance my eyes can see no evidence that you are female.' But, of course, I didn't say that. 

"I think you are beautiful," I said, and normally she was too.

"Then why not?" she demanded. 

"You could get, er... frostbite," I suggested.

"Not with the right amount of friction," she said and she walked the couple of steps it too to reach me and her gloved hand went to the front of my suit.

"See, you are interested," she said, and it was hard to deny it as she squeezed my half erect cock.

"Yeah," I agreed, and I reached for her. Through her suit I could definitely feel that she was all woman, even if on a smaller scale than I was used to. We groped each other for a while and the Dillit looked into my eyes.

"On the count of three?" she said and I nodded and reached for the emergency app tab.

"One," she said, reaching down.

"Two," I said as she turned away.

"Like, three," she said, and then gasped as she bared her pussy and bent forward. I had my cock out too and felt the brutal cold attack me for the couple of moments it took to undo the extraction chute, line up her wet pussy and then drive myself deep into it.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, "that's so cold already."

"Don't worry," I assured her, "it's getting warmer." And it was.

Normally when I fuck a woman, particular a less experienced one, I am careful to take it very slowly at the beginning to let her adjust to the size of my cock. But already I could feel a dull ache in my balls from the cold and what I needed to do as fast as possible was get them up against Dillit's skin, and the only way to do that was to get full depth inside her. I managed to do this after only about ten strokes.

"Holy shit Commander Scabbard," she exclaimed as I pulled her against me.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Just like stretched," she said, 'but don't stop."

"For now you can call me Josh," I suggested.

"No way, I like want to be fucked by the famous Commander Scabbard," she said. I wondered what was in a name, but I didn't have to wonder what was in Dillit. 

I waited for just a moment longer and then I started to fuck her with short strokes so that the cold wouldn't get between us too much and so I could create some warming friction as well. 

It was one of the most memorable sexual experiences of my life. Very quickly I was screwing her fast, more like the pace that I would use when the woman is about to cum and I want to accelerate my release to match. But out there in the freezing cold there was no immediate risk of me getting off early. I held Dillit from behind, my hands grasping her hips firmly as I fucked her furiously but I felt like I was going to last forever. It was glorious and she gasped repeatedly as I plunged into her depths.

"Damn this is good," I gasped, quite surprised that it was.

"This is like really amazing," she agreed. 

It took Dillit about five minutes to reach her first orgasm, and when she did cum she cried out with pleasure as her pussy grabbed my cock. I didn't stop, that would have been too cold, and I just continued my assault as my rock hard cock felt the extreme contrast of the icy cold of outer space on the back stroke and the cosy warmth of Dillit's pussy as I slammed into her. 

As far as workouts go this was one of the most intense that I have ever experienced. I fucked Dillit at a furious pace for ages, and she came seven times around my cock over the next forty odd minutes. She was a shuddering mess, and barely able to keep standing as I checked the time display and realised we had to do the next application on the deflectors soon.




First Immortals Ch. 05



"Tell me when you are going to cum again," I gasped.

"Yeah," she agreed, "Oh fuck I'm turning to jelly, I can't like keep my legs straight."

I knew exactly what she meant, I was sweating profusely inside the suit and my muscles felt like they were going into meltdown. How, I wondered, do I accelerate my orgasm when I am already fucking Dillit as fast as I can?

"Soon," she groaned, and I pulled totally out of her for the first time. I felt the numbing cold on my cock and then I rammed my cock brutally back into her.

"Fucking hell," she exclaimed and her pussy squeezed down on my cock harder that it had when I first entered her. The shock of the cold made her provide the extra stimulation I needed. I did it again. And again.

I could feel Dillit trembling as her orgasm approached, and I knew I was pretty darned close too.

"Gonna cum," I warned her.

"Me too... oh fuck..."

I finally felt the tidal wave of cum rising from my numb balls and it sprayed into Dillit in gushes that would have embarrassed a fire hose.

"Shit," she howled as her body shook in ecstasy only a couple of squirts later.

We stayed together for a minute or two waiting for the shaking to stop, our breathing to return to normal and for our muscles to return to some sort of working order. Finally I steeled myself.

"Ready?" I asked and Dillit nodded vaguely.

"Uh huh," she grunted, and I quickly pulled my shrinking cock out of her and tucked it into my suit. She sealed up her suit too and we stood there for a while. Then Dillit started laughing.

"What?" I asked, having missed the joke.

"I need to like piss and I didn't set the suit up for it," she giggled, and I joined in.

"Emergency app?" I asked.

I finally went and pushed the button for the second application and returned to where Dillit was standing.

"You know Commander Scabbard," Dillit said, "I'd heard like stories about your, um, skill, but that was better than anything I could ever imagine."

"It was special," I agreed.

"Nobody else has done that have they?"

"I don't think so," I said, wondering if anyone else had been foolish enough to try.

"Would we get a Fartlighter award if they still had them?" she asked seriously.

"Recon so," I said. It would certainly have appealed to the judges.

"We've still got like a whole hour haven't we?" Dillit asked suggestively, and my cock stirred.

"Yep," I agreed.

"Could we like do it again?" 

"Let's find out."

Just over an hour later we returned through the portal with the insides of our suits dripping with condensation. I was a wreck physically, but I was one hell of a satisfied wreck. Dillit didn't keep our adventure a secret, and I really hadn't expected her to, but I was surprised at how many more of the kindy clan girls decided to follow her example. That was in having sex with me, not out of the ship, we didn't have time for that and headed off again as soon as the work was finished. For once in Dillit's life she was the trendsetter, and I was pleased for her. The fact that fucking her opened a lot more very sweet doors for me was just an added bonus.

"Commander Scabbard," Dillit said a couple of days later.

"Yep?"

"I've got something to like ask you."

"OK," I said, "what?"

"I want to look at the vision from when we were like out there," she said. "Can we like do it in your suite?"

"Sure," I agreed. "You know what might happen?"

"I'm like hoping it does."

We did fuck, but she also looked at the film of our shift. Dillit had quite an artistic flair, and while I was pumping her doggy style over the edge of my desk she found an image that she would manipulate slightly over the next couple of days. She ended up with a shot of two unidentifiable people dressed up in suits mostly silhouetted in front of a large shiny purple planet. You could only barely see the outside surface of the Mayflower, and in the picture it looked like the figures were just drifting across space. What you could see very clearly was the cock that joined them and the heat radiating from the openings in their suits as they exerted themselves. The final version that Dillit produced was good enough to become the unofficial symbol of the YW mission. Some wag decorated a few of them with the graffiti 'fuck off to another universe' which I thought was quite clever, so that ended up being added too. I wrote on one 'Dillit, this is your Fartlighter award, you earned it - (Commander) Josh Scabbard' and gave it to her. It became her most treasured possession.

We maintained an intense pace on the return mission, and in all it took us just over five years to get back to Earth. On the outward journey we had done some exploring and had stopped for training exercises. We also had the period without the auto pilot too, and that slowed us down appreciably. But the trip back was all about us returning to Earth before the YW's could regroup and chase us down. I was seriously concerned that by heading home we would lead them to our planet, but they had been through the computer system on the Mayflower so it was very high odds that they already knew where to find us. I just had to try and get there in time to ensure that we were adequately prepared. Anyway we only stopped to recharge the drives in the ship or the shuttle, or to do essential maintenance, and for the rest of the time we kept up the frantic pace.

Inside the Mayflower things weren't quite as hectic. We all knew very well by now what our job was and how to do it efficiently. We spent the time working, relaxing and, of course, fucking. With the newly found 'magic' properties of my cum, and also with my sudden popularity with the kindy clan I eventually reached the amazing landmark of having had sex with every woman on the ship. The lingam list was ancient history by then, because we didn't officially continue it on the return trip, but that would have been the end anyway for the men. I knew of at least ten women who preferred women to supply their pleasure and had me as their only man on that trip. Happily enough there were more than that who had me and then decided to explore the 'dark side' with other men too.

We were, of course, aging. When we left Earth the average age on board was twenty seven, but that had been eleven and a half years earlier. Because the men's average age was higher than the women's we now had an average age of thirty five, and I was now in my mid-forties. Sexually I was in my prime, a situation that would always remain with me even if I wasn't aware of it then. However many of the wild crew who had shipped out now wanted to settle down and have children, and that would not be possible until we returned to Earth and had the blockers removed to allow conception.

In retrospect it had been a long and disappointing trip. We had left to find intelligent life and when we had finally found it we couldn't understand it at all, and all it wanted to do was enslave and kill us.

"How long do think before we get back now?" Amy asked, her tits still heaving as she recovered her breath. I did like how her nipples remained erect for so long after we finished.

"You just come here to ask about work," I chastised, my tongue firmly in my cheek, and she grinned.

"It is pretty much the only time that I get you all to myself," she said happily, "but you also do have a very talented dick."

"I taught it everything it knows," I said.

"Good job," she said happily and she grabbed it again. "I just can't believe your power of recovery," she said as the blood started to flow back.

"I'd say six weeks now," I said finally answering her question.

"Uh, huh. Can I suggest we take a bit longer?" I rolled on top of her and rubbed my slick cock head on her clit. She moaned.

"You just want more of this," I teased as she thrust her hips up trying in vain to catch my cock with her pussy.

"Uh huh," she agreed, "but there's another reason too."

"What's that?" I asked, now stroking the underside of my cock along her hot slit.

"Oh shit that's good," she gasped, and then she collected her thoughts.

"If we slow right down we can send a message," she said, "and that way we won't have all the disappointment from the families who lost people on the day we arrive."

She was absolutely right. If we let a message arrive a week or two before we got there then the relatives of the men who had been killed would have a chance to grieve first.

I rewarded her by driving my cock into her hungry pussy, and she moaned.

"You're right," I agreed, "we'll slow to 2L when we are four weeks away at 2L."

Our scientists had managed to get the Mayflower moving at 40L, which was a massive achievement back then, but even the hyperlight messages could only travel at 4L, so at cruising speed we would always arrive long before our messages did. If we dropped to 2L the message would be travelling twice as fast as we were, so we would arrive 2 weeks after it had.

"Good," Amy said, "now the meeting of the minds is over; let's get on with the meeting of the flesh,"

I did like Amy, she was direct and she was damn near insatiable.

So when we could easily have been only about a day from home we dropped the speed back to 2L and added an extra four weeks to the trip. 

It was during the last week of the mission that Keisha found me alone in the gym. She looked very upset.

"What's the matter Keisha?" I asked gently.

"You know," was the response. There were a hell of a lot of things that I did know, but what was upsetting Keisha didn't spring to mind.

"No I don't, tell me," I said, trying not to let the exasperation creep into my voice.

"You haven't come anywhere near me since... since..." and with that Keisha started crying.

I put down the weights I was using and walked over and hugged her tightly.

"Since we had sex?" I asked, remembering the wonderful last time before the YW's.

"No," she sobbed, "since the aliens used me to kill everyone."

"Sit down Keisha," I said gently, and we sat on the weight bench. "You haven't killed anyone Keisha, what happened was totally out of your control."

"Ilsie told me that Neale said to her that the aliens made you all think you were fucking me, and when they came it killed them," Keisha said, tears running down her face.

"It wasn't you," I reassured her.

"But when they died they thought it was, I killed them." I put my arm around her and hugged her tightly. "Even Hugh said something about it being 'just the same' when he screwed me after you all came back," she moaned, "I didn't know what he meant at the time."

"Now Keisha," I said firmly, "you can't blame yourself for something that was totally out of your control." 

"But they died fucking me," she was so upset her words were almost impossible to understand.

"No they didn't, they died fucking a YW. The YW was making a simulation of you, but it was the YW. You didn't even know what was happening did you?"

"No, but.."

"No 'buts' Keisha, it wasn't you," I said firmly.

"But now you are scared of me," she said, and I wondered if we were now getting to the real problem.

"No I'm not," I said with total conviction.

"You've been screwing all the other girls, but you haven't even looked at me," she said in an accusing tone.

"I've been doing a lot of things, including fucking, because I really ought to. I haven't done a lot of things I really want to, and one of them is fuck you again."

"Really?" she asked, with a glimmer of hope in her damp eyes.

"Really." I said.

"Can we...?"

"Yes," I said, and her beautiful smile returned, "but it needs to be later tonight because I have to go to a meeting."

"Really?" she asked, and this time I could hear that she didn't quite believe me.

"Really," I reassured her, "why don't you come to my quarters in say, three hours, and we can fuck for a few hours, then you can sleep with me in my bed and we can do it again when we wake up."

Keisha grinned, and then her smile faded.

"What about Bira," she asked, and I wondered what to say. Finally I just told her the truth.

"Bira and I still see each other every couple of months," I explained, "but she is seeing a lot of Sandy lately and they plan on living together when we get back home. I don't think Sandy wants to share her anymore."

"Oh, so you're free?"

"I always was," I said, and that was also true.

"So in three hours I will go to your place and we can screw?"

"No," I said, and her face fell "tonight we can make love."

Keisha grinned and gave me huge kiss.

"I can't wait," she said, and she left with a sexy wriggle of her ass. I thought to myself, 'neither can I'.

Keisha lived in my quarters for the rest of the trip and we caught up on a lot of missed opportunities.

And then, one day, we saw Earth through the windows. We all knew it was about to happen but it still managed to surprise us and bring a lump to our throats. After eleven years, six months and nine days we were finally home.



First Immortals Ch. 06



First up I would strongly suggest that if you haven't read the earlier chapters please do so before reading this one, it will explain a lot of things...

No sex in this one, but it will return, I promise.

Apart from that, enjoy. BB1212

*

If I was to say that our reception when we arrived back on Earth was incredibly underwhelming then I would probably be understating the truth. A lot. We put the Mayflower into orbit around Earth and requested permission to bring her in. It was immediately denied and we were told to wait. Three and a half hours later some bureaucrat ordered us to a remote airfield in Alaska, but we weren't to bring the Mayflower, we were to have just the ten most senior officers in the shuttle. I tied to argue, but they were having none of it.

We arrived at the airfield as directed and finally we saw a guard of honour formed up to greet us. After we exited the shuttle they surrounded us and an officer of some sort told us we were under arrest. We were marched off to a small cell block and we were all locked up in individual cells.

To say I was stunned is just too mild. We had successfully completed a voyage that was epically historical. We had travelled much further than any other humans had before. We had made the first ever human contact with an alien life form. We had endured hardship and death at their, er, tendrils. We had fought a battle and won our freedom from them and we had made the perilous journey back without mishap. We should have been treated as heroes, not criminals. I was furious.

Finally a small bald man with an olive green moustache in a strange blue-grey uniform arrived at my cell with some burly guards.

"Josh Scabbard?" he barked in reedy voice.

"I am Commander Scabbard," I said, "who are you?"

"You will come with us," he said, and walked away. Given little choice I followed him to an office.

"Mister Scabbard..." he said, as he sat behind a desk leaving me standing.

"Commander Scabbard," I growled, angry at his lack of acknowledgement.

"There are no commanders anymore," he said, "the armed services were finally disbanded three years after you left." I sighed, I had sort of wondered why the elite were sent away on what was apparently a suicide mission.

"No Airforce?" I asked, "what about the Stellers?"

"De-commissioned," he said with far too much satisfaction for my liking.

"What about the Inter Galactic Navy?" I asked.

"No such thing," he said smugly.

"Well, your no such thing is orbiting Earth right now," I pointed out.

"Yes," he agreed, "and that leads us to the problem at hand. We simply do not want you back. You were not supposed to return."

"Why?"

"It would be inconvenient, we don't want people getting all military again, it just leads to wars."

I shook my head in wonder, but I was thinking fast.

"When was the last war?" I asked, knowing that it had been decades unless there had been one in our absence.

"That doesn't matter," he said. I lifted my hand to scratch my head and on the way down my finger hit my communicator.

"No acknowledgement, remain silent," I said and the small man looked at me suspiciously.

"What was that?" he asked.

"We have completed this historic mission and you do not want to acknowledge it," I explained, "you just want us to remain silent." What I had really done was to command the crew left on the Mayflower to listen but not say anything.

"Oh," he still looked suspicious.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

"We don't really care Mister Scabbard, but you and your gang of pirates cannot return to Earth." I started toward him, fully intending to remove his head from his neck. I was restrained by the guards.

"Earth has changed," he said cheerfully, "we do not want your type around anymore."

"Who is we?" I asked wondering how far the rot had spread.

"You will take your friends and return to the ship, after that you will leave our galaxy forever."

"And if we don't?" I asked.

"We will make you," he replied.

"How, seeing as there is no military anymore? There are no aircraft to engage us, and no guns to shoot us down."

"True," he replied thoughtfully," but the people up there don't know that, and you will be instructed not to tell them." I really hated this smug little bastard.

"So how do plan to make me go along with this?"

"You will, because you have been taught to obey orders."

"You know," I said conversationally, "if I was to talk to the Duty Commander of the Mayflower right now what I would tell them to do?"

"I don't really care," he said dismissively.

"I would tell that person to bring the Mayflower into the atmosphere and to orbit the globe flying as low as possible over the major cities so as many people as possible would know we were back," I continued.

"You can stop now," he said waving his hand in the air as if to brush me away.

"Then I would tell them to land in the Hvaast Square in front of World Council of Nations building and to stay there for twelve hours without acknowledging any messages."

"I said..."

"And if the ten people that you have imprisoned here weren't freely walking to the Mayflower by then," I interrupted, shouting, "I would tell them to destroy the building."

"That is enough," the man shouted.

"That is an order, acknowledge," I said, and Fliss' voice came from my communicator.

"Acknowledged." The little man stared at me in shock.

"What have you just done?" he asked.

"I have commanded the Mayflower to show itself, land and if necessary destroy the World Council of Nations building," I said cheerfully. "We are home now and we are not going to just go away again because you say so."

"But I ordered you..."

"No you didn't," I said, "you never gave me an official order. And even if you had done so it would not be an order because you have not identified yourself. As such, you are in no position to order me to do anything."

"I am the Deputy Vice Minister for Compliance's Chief Arranger," he said desperately, "and I order you to repeal your order."

"My god," I said, "they sent a flunky. You don't have the authority to order a child to go home after school. The order stands and there will be no further discussion." With that I tore the Commander in Chief rank badge off my uniform, dropped it to the ground, and stamped on it.

"But how will you tell them...?" he gasped.

"Without my communicator I can't," I said, trying not to laugh because he had fallen for such an obvious trick.

"Quick, get another one of the prisoners," the man said to a guard, "I need their communicator."

"I'm the only in our group one who had one of those," I said happily, and it was true. I was the only one with the CiC badge.

"You," the flunky said desperately to one guard, "go and see if any of the others have one of them. You" he said to the other, "stay here and don't let him get away, I have to ring the boss." With that he hurried away and there was silence for about ten seconds, and then the remaining guard snorted loudly behind me. I turned to him and he had tears rolling down his face.

"Commander Scabbard," he said, laughing, "that was the funniest thing I have ever seen. You fixed that arrogant little prick right up. Put your rank badge back on Sir, and let me be the first to congratulate you on the successful completion of your mission."

"Thanks, er..."

"Terek Van Der Schon Sir. Oh, and I won't say anything to Oscar, you have my word." 

"Thanks Terek," I said, shaking his hand as he kept convulsing with laughter. I grinned, at least it seemed like there were some real people left.

When the Mayflower landed in the Hvaast Square we were there with the shuttle to meet it, and there was quite a crowd clustered around the perimeter of the square as well.

I was very well aware by then that all we had achieved by delaying our flight and sending our message four weeks ago was to let the people who didn't want us back prepare their plans to make sure that we didn't inconveniently reappear. I had prepared a short statement while I was locked in the shuttle waiting for the Mayflower to arrive at Hvaast Square. I was sure that there were a lot of more senior and more intelligent people than Oscar Flunky who were right now going into damage control and trying to work out how to get out of this mess without looking bad. That meant they would be blaming us and trying to discredit us as much as possible.

I walked from the shuttle, with the other senior officers behind me and we met the stream of people pouring off the Mayflower and into the square. I hurried to find Fliss.

"Quickly," I said, "give me back command." Fliss looked around nervously, and I could understand that. By obeying my order she had put herself in a very difficult position. But Fliss was also smart.

"Command returned to Commander Scabbard," she said, and the voice control tone acknowledged. I looked around and saw that a couple of official looking fusion cars were heading towards us at speed.

"On my mark take my communicator signal and amplify for the people around the perimeter of the square." The tone acknowledged. "Also broadcast as emergency on all news frequencies." 

"Confirm emergency override of frequencies," An electronic voice replied.

"Emergency override confirmed," I said, and then I took a deep breath, "Mark," I said, and the signal acknowledged.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," I said, and my voice echoed across the square, "I am Commander Josh Scabbard, and I am pleased to announce that after eleven and a half years The Mayflower has returned." A cheer rose from the crowd.

The cars were getting closer.

"It is with mixed feelings that I report to you the success of our mission. We found and made contact with an alien species. Unfortunately they were not friendly and eighty six brave men laid down their lives so that the rest of us could escape."

"Josh," a voice called from one of the cars as it arrived. I knew who it was and I continued.

"But the danger is not over and we need to prepare for an attack..." I said and as I paused I heard the voice of Urnst Thonlinson behind me.

"Commander Scabbard is relieved of command, cancel broadcast," and the tone acknowledged the change.

"Why Sir?" I asked.

"You are in a lot of trouble Scabbard," he said, his fury dripping from every pore.

"No more Sir, than being sent to a lonely death for succeeding in carrying out a dangerous mission." He had the decency to look down and shut up for a moment.

"Take them all away for de-briefing," he eventually said to an aide, "no media contact and for god's sake make sure they don't have any weapons. Then he turned and left. 

The stunned crowd watched as six armoured busses drove up and we were ushered on board. For the second time that day I was taken to a cell, and I suspected that this time it was not going to be anywhere near as easy to regain my freedom. 

Sadly I was right. I spent the next three days in isolation with food delivered through an ancient hatch system. The cell was standard for the time, small and poorly equipped. The ancient and outdated television and radio were not working so I was unable to find out what had happened to any of the others from The Mayflower. After the third day I finally was taken from the cell to an interview room where I was put into restraints. My requests for explanations were totally ignored, and by the time Urnst Thonlinson came in the only thing keeping me from losing my temper and going off at him was the fact that I guessed this was what they were trying to trigger. Instead I just waited and watched him without saying anything.

Brigadier Thonlinson was the most senior Australian Air Force officer when we left for YW 4597. I didn't like the man but I had a grudging respect for his achievements. He was nobody's fool, but he was also quite ruthless in his quest to achieve greater success. He obviously had done so in our absence as he now wore a Darnier suit, something that immediately marked him as a senior government official. He was small in stature with one of those little moustaches that looked like someone had put a tiny broom up his nose. He had kept both the moustache and his now thinning hair in the Air Force blue colour that I remembered.

I watched him, knowing that I had much more patience than he did.

"We don't know what to do with you," he finally said, breaking the silence as I had known he would.

"Nothing unwarranted Sir," I replied as neutrally as I could, "maybe a parade, a few virgins and a small tropical island would be appropriate." He spluttered.

"This is not a joking matter," he managed to say.

"I'm not joking," I said seriously. 'Ha,' I thought, 'come back from that one.'

"You should be executed for treason," he said.

"Why Sir," I asked, with exaggerated reasonableness, "when I have not committed treason?"

"What do you call that stunt with Oscar Yillidie?" he asked angrily, his bright red face mapped by veins swollen with fury.

"I call it staying alive Sir," I responded. "I call it seeking justice."

"Well I don't," he said, "and now you have to answer to me."

"OK," I said, knowing that aggravating him might feel like a win now but would be a severe loss later, "so what answers do you want?"

He wanted the details of the voyage, start to finish, and with a few exceptions that were purely to protect the other crew members I gave them to him. Urnst Thonlinson was more or less a good listener, if a rather doubtful one, and after a few instances where I had to ask him if he wanted to hear the story or not he settled down and let me speak. Where he had questions he would ask them, and quite often his body language made it clear that he thought my account was exaggerated or even false. But he had asked for the story so I told him. 

When I finally got to the end of story, some two hours after we started talking, I made sure to emphasise the fact that Oscar had not only failed to identify himself at our first contact, but he had also refused to identify himself when asked. Of course I did not mention the discussion that I had with Terek Van Der Schon either. There was no need to get him in any trouble.

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Thonlinson finally asked, and I considered the question.

"Not really," I replied casually, "if I was told that story and I hadn't seen it myself I think I would take a lot of convincing." Thonlinson nodded.

"But?" he demanded.

"But," I said casually, "there are hundreds of people and the ships log to corroborate the facts. Have you checked them?"

"I will," he said, "but the self-healing thing..."

"It's fully logged," I said in exasperation, "why would we try to fake that and how could we?"

"That," he said, standing up, "is what I intend to find out," and with that Thonlinson left the room. 

About twenty minutes later I was taken back to my cell and locked up again. I never did find out from Thonlinson exactly what he discovered because it was over six months before I saw him again, he was the very next person I saw and when I did see him there were much more pressing issues to deal with.

Back then there was no real need for prisons. Like I said earlier we had pretty much removed people's ability to commit serious crime, and that meant that almost all the prisons had been shut down. So the place they had found for me was not new by any stretch of the imagination. And it also wasn't crowded. If the rest of the Mayflower crew were being held at the same place it was well out of my hearing range. I was totally isolated from the rest of the world, and I never even saw the people who fed me. I read up on it later, and I was subjected to what had been called solitary confinement. I found out that solitary confinement is designed to be stressful on a prisoner, and it can have a severe psychological effect. In normal practice it was used for a couple of days up to a maximum of a couple of weeks to punish those who were misbehaving. In total I was there for just over seven months.

Seven months is a long time to have only yourself for company, I can tell you that. I didn't know anything about what was going on outside. Was the rest of the crew being held in prison, or even something worse? Had enough people got the message that we were back or had there been a massive cover up? What did they plan to do with me? The questions were endless. I tried shouting questions when my food was delivered, but there was no acknowledgement, I tried breaking things, but they got replaced when I was asleep and then I would wake with a dozy drugged out feeling. Eventually I gave up trying to get answers, they just weren't forthcoming. 

I had no operating interface, computer, TV or radio, I had no books to read, I didn't even have a pen and paper. The room was bare except for my basic plastic bed, a plastic chair, the toilet, a wash basin, the hatch for food and a small sturdy shelf with the dead electronic equipment on it. I don't know how I remained sane over that period, but eventually I resigned myself to my fate and I filled the days with exercise and silent contemplation. I wrote a full report on the Mayflower's voyage in my head, and to this day I can still recall every word of it. Eventually I gave up and waited, and the worst thing was I had no idea what I was waiting for.

When something finally did happen it was a development that I had never expected. I was doing sit-ups one day when I felt a breeze on my neck. I turned in surprise, assuming that at last someone had opened the cell door, but there was just this darkness where the wall had been. Curious I got up and walked to it. The weirdest thing was there was nothing there. It wasn't a colour, it wasn't a space, it was just the total absence of anything. I was already in a really fragile state of mind, and I took this as proof that I finally had gone insane. So I reached out my hand and...

Suddenly I was in this massive yellow warehouse, and Thonlinson was right there in front of me. I wanted to say something smart but I just couldn't, I was frozen into position. Then realization hit me. The YW's had managed to rebuild their fleet and now they had come for their revenge. 

All I could see was Thonlinson facing me and the floor and ceiling meeting a yellow wall a long way behind him. I desperately wanted to turn around and see what was behind me, but the force holding me was strong. 

I was scared, I don't mind admitting it. If I had one of those YW's trying to have sex with me I was dead. I had been in solitary confinement for six months, and I hadn't had any sort of sex in that entire time. Trying to outlast a YW just wasn't an option, I was so full of sexual energy by that time that a pretty girl smiling might just have triggered an eruption. Basically I realised that before I was screwed I was already screwed.

But it wasn't the YW's that appeared, it was the Eriguons. Now these days everyone knows what the Eriguons are, but this was the first ever contact between us, and all I saw were these half sized things that looked sort of halfway between humans and ostriches. They were bright green and white back then, and they still had the weird scaly feather things and the seemingly useless grippers at the end of their tiny upper limbs. Their huge heads with the three miniature eyes were more amusing to me than frightening. I mean, how was I to know that these creatures were the highly efficient and feared police of the universe?

Other people started materialising around me, and with great relief I recognised some of the senior crew members from the Mayflower in amongst a lot of politicians wearing the obligatory Darnier suits. At first I wanted to move a bit, like I had managed to do with the YW's, but then I realised this would just give away what might be my only trick. After some time the Eriguons gathered together and started looking at us intently. They did not seem to be angry at first, but they did get agitated after a while.




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Eventually I felt the force that was restraining me relax, and I started to turn slowly to see what was around me, but before I had enough time I heard Thonlinson's voice.

"Get them now," he shouted hysterically, and he ran at the nearest alien. He had to run past me and I just lifted my arm and took him off his feet using his neck as a pivot point. It was awfully satisfying. Pretty much immediately I was frozen again.

I found out later that two of the politicians who had followed Thonlinson's instruction had managed to tackle one of the Eriguons, and this nearly was the end of the human race.

We were all frozen again and there was a lot of movement around us as the Eriguons sorted out what had happened and took care of their injured comrade. After a while they walked amongst us, staring intently at us, but not making a sound. The stalemate lasted a few very long minutes, and then they released us again, but this time they were pointing small objects at us in a threatening way.

"You fucking cowardly..." Thonlinson shouted lunging aggressively, but then the little object pointing at him glowed green momentarily and Thonlinson melted. 

Yes melted.

In an instant he was reduced into a small puddle of disgusting blood and what appeared to be cooked fatty tissue. I damn near threw up, and listening to the retching of others I wasn't the only one. Nobody else made a move for a while, and then I heard Amy speak.

"They can't hear anything, they are deaf." 

I nodded slowly, not wanting to aggravate them. I wasn't sure if the self-healing thing would go to the extent of recovering melted remains.

"Neither could the YW's," I observed.

"So how do they communicate?" one of the politicians asked.

"Telepathy?" Amy asked, "Maybe that's why they keep staring at us, they are trying to communicate."

"Makes sense," I agreed, "but how do we talk when they can't hear?"

"I have an idea," Amy said, "wish me luck."

I turned to her and watched as she slowly pointed at a pocket in her clothing. The alien that was guarding her watched carefully as she very slowly reached in and pulled out her interface. 

Before humans achieved thought comms we had interfaces, and they were small objects that moved and modified information. You could talk into it and have a message arrive at any other interface in the world; you could create visual displays by describing what you wanted to see and all sorts of other things. 

The Eriguon looked at it, and looked back at Amy expectantly. She chose a very simple message.

"My name is Amy Ho, and I am from the planet Earth," she said clearly, "project."

Her message appeared in writing on one of the yellow warehouse walls, and this immediately got the attention of the Eriguons. They considered it for a while, and then one reached out and took her interface. A group of them clustered around it, and a short time later her message faded from the wall and another replaced it.

It read 'We know who you are, why won't you thought with us?'

Finally we had communication.



First Immortals Ch. 07



First up I would strongly suggest that if you haven't read the earlier chapters please do so before reading this one, it will explain a lot of things...

Now, enjoy. BB1212

*

It is going to make this journal much easier to read if I just write what happened next as if we were talking. What was actually happening was the Eriguons started projecting questions on the wall and Amy would project the answer we gave her.

"We are not able to communicate by thought," she replied, "we use our voices to make sound."

"What is voice, what is sound?" 

There was a long discussion on this, but eventually the concepts were explained, and Amy asked the all-important question.

"Why are we here?"

"This is an intergalactic court," the Eriguons explained, "and your race is charged with using a prohibited weapon and attempted genocide. The punishment for these crimes is eradication."

"Of all of us here?" she asked. We were incredulous.

"No, of your planet."

This had just got extremely serious.

"I am Commander Scabbard," I said via Amy, "and I am the most senior person who survived our voyage to the planet we call YW4597." 

"Then you will be responsible for the eradication of your people," they replied.

"But were we only acting in self-defence," I said, "they had captured us, and were using us as slaves."

"Taking the lower species as slaves is not a crime," they replied.

"They were killing us," I argued, "one at a time they would simulate sex with us and when we provided them with our, er, sperm we would die and they would cast our bodies off the planet."

"What? Explain," they demanded, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally I had their attention. 

"Well to kill us they would use their tendrils to stimulate our sexual organs, milk us of our seed and those that did died. They knew that," I said, "it was simply murder."

"Killing of the lower species is not a crime," they said, "what did they do with the shells of the dead?"

I was thoroughly confused, it is hard to win a contest if you do not know what the rules are.

"They had given us these things in our shoes that kept us on their planet. They would take them from the dead and cast their bodies out into space."

"Are you accusing them of deliberately sending biological waste into the interplanetary zone?" they asked, and I was furious.

"It wasn't waste, it was the bodies of men who had been murdered." I said.

"We shall communicate," the Eriguons said, and for some time we waited.

I didn't know if I should laugh or cry when they put up their next message.

"The charge of attempted genocide is dismissed because their race has now been downgraded due to their repeated breaking of intergalactic law."

I didn't fully understand, but this was good news.

"But you still used a prohibited weapon, and the punishment for this is still eradication."

This was bad news.

"We did not use a prohibited weapon," one of the politicians said. I found out later it was Dixscon Rickson who at the time was the President of the World Council of Nations. I didn't know him because I had been completely isolated from Earth politics since the beginning of the voyage.

"We have records of the energy signatures," the Eriguons replied.

"They are not prohibited for us," Dixscon said, "because you have never told us these rules, or even that an intergalactic court exists."

"It has been broadcast to all planets in all places."

"Not in a way that we can understand. If you want people to comply with your rules you should confirm that they understand them." 

Strangely enough this argument was successful. It seems that there was another race in existence that didn't communicate via direct thoughts, and a previous ruling had held the Eriguons responsible for some transgression because they hadn't confirmed that they knew what was expected of them.

The second and final charge was dismissed.

Dixscon and I were singled out for a final message from the Eriguons.

"You know now that energy weapons are banned. You must destroy every one of them in your realm immediately or face eradication."

"Wait," Dixscon said desperately, "we need time to do that."

"Immediately," they replied, "we will return and check."

Then I was suddenly transported back to where I had been before, which meant my solitary cell. I didn't get to catch up with the Mayflower crew, and I didn't get to discuss with Dixscon how we were going to get rid of every energy weapon on the planet. But that was OK, because they were finally going to let me out of the cell weren't they?

Weren't they?

I waited for two weeks before it occurred to me that maybe the game on Earth hadn't changed after all. If all of the Mayflower crew had been in custody before the Eriguons found us then we all would have been right back there afterwards as well. Dixscon could just pretend nothing happened, although explaining Thonlinson's sudden absence might be a bit difficult.

But then I checked myself. All Dixscon had to do was blame me for Thonlinson's death and he would be home. But was he really stupid enough to think he could just ignore the rulings of an intergalactic court? Surely he had seen what happened to Thonlinson when he tried to defy the powerful aliens? 

But after two more weeks had passed and I realised I had to take action myself, but what action could I take? There was no response to shouting or talking, and I knew they just drugged me if I broke things. Then it occurred to me. What if I broke me? 

It took me three attempts to break my own arm, I had no idea just how tough human bones are, but eventually I did it by wedging the arm behind the shelf while standing on the bed and then jumping off.

I've since got used to the healing by myself thing, but I have also worked out that the pain is never worth the injury, it is still bloody painful and a compound fracture of the upper arm was at the time the most painful thing that I had ever experienced. 

I shouted for help, and none came. I suppose they weren't bothering with monitoring just one cell, and so I lay on the cell floor moaning quietly until I heard the food arrive.

"Help me please," I called in a voice croaky from lack of use, "my arm is broken."

There was a long pause and then the food delivery hatch shut again. I was banking on the people who were watching me being too low in the scheme of things to know about my ability to recover from injury, and fortunately it worked. About ten minutes later I heard a gruff male voice from the other side of the door.

"Have you really broken your arm?" 

"Yes," I answered with relief.

"If you're lying you are going to regret it, because I will personally break both of your arms," the voice had turned menacing, and I believed he meant what he said.

"I really have," I said, "please help."

"Stay away from the door," the voice said and for the first time in seven months I saw my cell door open.

"Holy shit," the guard exclaimed when he saw the blood and my bone sticking out through skin, and he turned around. "You'd better come in."

The guard was a big man, about a head taller than me and half again in width across the shoulders. He looked dangerous and the shock gun he had pointed at me just added to the menacing effect. In contrast the medic that followed him into the cell was tiny. But I had seen tiny before, the really amazing thing was she was red. Not just red hair and red eyes, I was used to that, she also had red skin, and it was a very unnatural colour, like she had been given a dark red tattoo that covered her entire body. Contrasted with her white uniform it just looked wrong.

I was so astounded that I almost lost my chance to talk, and that was why I had gone to such an extreme in the first place. The red woman walked toward me with a contact syringe which was the first immunisation system that didn't pierce the skin, but it did require direct contact and I suddenly realised they were just going to knock me out.

"Wait," I said desperately, "please wait a second." She hesitated.

"What?" she asked. Her voice was quiet and wary.

"I've been in here for months and I don't know why, can you help me?"

"No," the guard interrupted, "give him the shot." The medic took a step closer.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked.

"Axle Swarsted," the guard said in a tone that told me he would rather be hurting me than talking, "the man who sabotaged the Survivor Four and killed twenty seven children."

"What?" I was incredulous. "No, I'm Josh Scabbard the final commander of the Mayflower."

"The Mayflower crew all died from some disease they brought back," the guard said roughly, "that doesn't hold water. Give him the shot." I was getting desperate.

"If that's what you've been told don't believe them," I said, "but I can prove that there is something about me that their story won't explain. My arm will heal within a few days and there will be nothing to show it was ever injured."

"What rubbish," the guard said, and the red medic held the contact syringe to my arm.

"If I'm right please talk to me about this..." I said as I started feeling drowsy.

"If you're right I'll come back and fuck you senseless," the woman said, and I heard the guard laugh cruelly.

"Yeah, right," he muttered, "like that's going to happen." My mind started spinning as the knockout drug worked.

"He does look a bit like Josh..." I heard the female voice say as I finally sank into unconsciousness.

I woke up on my bed with my arm in a moulded cast. There was virtually no pain and I wondered if that was because I had healed or because of the drugs they would have given me. But then I remembered the gamble I had taken, and I wondered if I would get their interest enough to be able to find out what was really going on outside my cell. It was pretty obvious that the powers had decided to let the Mayflower crew rot in jail rather than acknowledge our achievements, and this made me furious. But worse was the story they had made up about me to ensure that nobody got close enough to even talk to me. 

I really hoped that I would get the chance to talk to my captors again, it was my only hope of getting out of the mess I had landed in.

My thoughts were spinning around randomly. In what was the prime age of digital surveillance they obviously did not have any cameras in my cell, but why? I decided it must have been so my captors wouldn't recognise me, and also so they wouldn't develop any empathy from the familiarity of watching my daily routine. But I couldn't be sure they hadn't put some in or turned them on to monitor my injury either. That was a pointless train of thought, I wouldn't find out until it was too late to take advantage of it. 

My mind finally turned to the red girl, and her last comment to me. I had been seven months without any sexual contact, but that was my least concern at the moment. I was not sure what was wrong with her, she must have had some weird disease to colour her skin like that, but was it contagious? Would I find her attractive? Much of the sex I had had on the trip back from YW4597 was for medicinal purposes, and I had performed from a sense of duty rather than from passion. Maybe I could cure her and she would be grateful enough to help me get justice?

I swung my arm around a bit and decided to leave the cast on for a day, just to make sure. The cast had a vocal medilock on it, which meant that only trained medics, or other authorised personnel could open it. As far as I knew I was still other authorised personnel, and if that was the case then removing it wouldn't be an issue, but I decided to wait the extra day to allow the wound to heal more completely.

I pondered for the day, and when I heard my food arrive I didn't try to talk to them. I knew they would be checking my progress soon enough.

The next morning I woke up with the hazy feeling that told me I had been drugged again. I smiled, that meant they had seen my injury, and if it had healed as I expected it had, that was really going to confuse them. I put my finger on the cast release, said 'unlock' and pressed firmly. The cast split neatly in two and I looked at my arm. There was a dark red area where the skin had been broken, but it was now intact. The arm itself felt fine, and I guessed that the bone was fully healed, but I decided I should probably forgo exercise for the first day.

I have to admit I was incredibly relieved. I had seen Hugh's amazing recovery after a major trauma, and we had soon worked out that the three of us who had survived sex with a YW had changed radically as a part of that process, but I hadn't suffered such a major injury myself and there had been a nagging doubt in my mind that I might not heal as easily.

By mid-morning I had decided that I was going to exercise after all, and I began my daily routine. I was no longer content to sit and wait, I just had to be doing something.

"Stay away from the door," the male guard's voice commanded, breaking my concentration.

"Acknowledged," I replied and moved to the far side of my cell. A short time later the door opened and the same guard I had seen previously walked in, his shock gun ready. He looked at me for a moment.

"Where is your cast?" he asked suspiciously, and I just pointed at it lying on the floor. He walked a couple of steps to it, and obviously saw it wasn't damaged.

"How did you open it?" he asked gruffly.

"I was commander of the Mayflower on the return trip," I explained, "I am authorised."

"Makes sense," the red girl said as she walked into the cell. She looked at me for a long time and nodded to the guard.

"Still think you're Josh Scabbard?" the guard asked.

"I know it actually," I replied.

"I won't hesitate to use this," the guard said, waving his shock gun gently.

"I don't doubt it," I replied, my hands open to show I wasn't hiding some sort of weapon.

"OK," the guard said, his voice directed out of my cell, "come in." 

A man walked into the room, looked carefully at me and then took a few steps closer. I stared at him for a moment before it fell into place.

"How are you Redline?" I asked, and he smiled.

"Is that really you Josh?" he asked, "You don't look like you have aged at all." I grinned. If they wanted to test that I was really Josh Scabbard then they had found the right person. Redline Speedway had joined the Australian Air Force with me. We had qualified on Stellers together and he had been my closest male friend until I had moved to the states to train for the Mayflower mission.

"Sure it's me," I said, and I grinned, "want me to prove it?"

"Yeah," he said, "Rocky." I smiled at the memory.

"Weekend transit leave in Rockhampton," I said, "Johnny Travers, you and me in the suite at the Mercure. The room service girl got excited about the fly boys and came back for some fun after she knocked off."

"Who went first?" he asked, and I laughed. It had been a big argument at the time and a very novel solution.

"All on the count of three," I said. It brought back some really hot memories. We had decided to do her at the same time, but it was hard to work out how we could. Eventually we had her lie on her side with her leg held up. Johnny aiming his cock at her lips, me aiming mine at her pussy and Redline aiming his at her asshole. At the count of three we all thrust together. Man, did she squirm at first, but damn didn't she just love it too.

"He's for real," Redline said, and he walked over to me. We hugged. I know, not very manly but sometimes you do need to hug your mates.

"So," the guard said, obviously relaxing a bit, "tell us your story."

It was only the second time that I had told the story of the Mayflower voyage, and even with a sympathetic audience it was clear that much of what we had seen and done was so totally outside of the normal that I would always have trouble convincing people that I wasn't making it up. If the guard and the red medic hadn't actually seen my self-healing abilities I am sure they would not have believed it, and even with their assurances Redline was dubious.

"Now," I finally said, "I have a couple of questions."

"Yeah?" Redline said.

"Has the government got rid of all the energy weapons?"

"The what?" Redline asked.

"You know, M2K's and M5k's, that sort of thing."

"Ah," the guard said, "the World Council of Nations said they were going to ban them, but there was this huge protest and they've gone quiet on that now."

"Damn," I said quietly, I hadn't gone past our return to Earth in my story, and now I had something even more unbelievable to tell them.

An hour later we had a plan.

"So," Redline said, "you guys will let me back in with Androger Spavl tomorrow so we can do an interview?" Apparently Androger was the king of the shock and expose type telecast, and he was always more than happy to take on the World Council of Nations. But he had never had a story that was this big. Redline knew him socially and he said he could make it happen. I believed it. 

"Yes," Sunders replied. Sunders was the guard. I had no idea if that was his first or last name, he was just Sunders.

"You realise the trouble you both could get into?" Redline asked.

"Not Scarlet, just me," Sunders replied. "We haven't got around to reporting the injury yet, and now there is no evidence of one so we don't need to."

"I'm in it too," Scarlet said stubbornly. 

The fact that Scarlet's name matched her body colour was the first clue I had that her red skin was not an illness, it was a fashion statement. Over the next few years I managed to have sex with a purple girl called Violet, an orange girl called Saffron, a green girl called Teale, a blue girl called Cyan and quite a few other colour shades as well. It was an interesting craze while it lasted.

"The less people involved the better," I suggested, and Scarlet just poked her tongue out at me. Not surprisingly it was scarlet. Saunders looked at his interface and frowned.

"Is that it then?" I asked, taking the hint.

"Yeah," Saunders said, "next shift is in soon."

"I really can't thank you all enough," I said, and damn did I mean it. As they turned to go Scarlet spoke up.

"One more thing," she said, "I'm staying in here." Saunders looked at her doubtfully.

"I can't let you out until my shift tomorrow," he said. 

"There's not a lot of room for two to sleep on that bed," Redline added. The bastard still had the same sense of humour.

"We're not going to sleep," Scarlet said, "I have a promise to keep." If my cock had been any more interested it would have pushed Saunders and Redline out the door and slammed it behind them.

I faced Scarlet as the echo of the closing door faded and the footsteps outside did the same.

"You don't have to..." I started to say something chivalrous.

"I want to," Scarlet said, "the only question is do you?" Did I? You fucking bet I did.

"It's been a very long time," I said apologetically, "I may not be up to my usual standard."

"Josh," Scarlet said with a grin, "I'm sure we are going to do just fine," and she walked to me, put her arms around me and tilted her head up for a kiss.

I don't know for sure, but as I look back over the centuries I wonder if that time that I spent locked up saved sex for me. So much of the sex on the return voyage had been because it was some girl's turn, or because she was sick and that meant that the real passion, like the passion I had with Keisha, began to fade a bit. But I realised as I passionately kissed Scarlet that absence may make the heart grow fonder but in my case abstinence made the cock grow longer. Scarlet squeezed the evidence of this and she broke the kiss and looked at me. "Damn," she said, "I did some research on you Josh, and I expected big, but this thing is massive." I smiled.




First Immortals Ch. 07



"Never did get a lot of complaints," I observed, and Scarlet giggled.

"None from me so far, but I guess I'm going to have trouble walking tomorrow."

I kissed her again, and my hand reached behind her. Her uniform had a zip, and I slowly lowered it as our tongues explored our mouths. Scarlet tasted good. Eventually she stepped back, panting and she slipped the uniform off her shoulders. It stayed put, held up solely by her firm breasts and she grinned at me and then wriggled. The uniform finally gave in to gravity and it dropped to the floor. Scarlet stood in front of me, naked except for a tiny white G-string.

"Wow," I said in appreciation. Her entire body, well all of it that I could see, was the same colour red except for her lips and nipples that were both a brighter shade. Scarlet span around, showing off her magnificently toned body.

"You like?" she asked cheekily.

"Hell yeah," I replied. But then I also had to ask.

"OK," I said, what's with the red skin?" Scarlet giggled again.

"Body tint? That's been around for years now. You must have..." her voice trailed off. 

"I've been on a spaceship for eleven and a half years, and then in here for ages," I replied, "I've not seen any news at all and apart from my original interrogations and the meeting with the Eriguons you Saunders and Redline are the only people I have anywhere near."

"You have a lot to catch up on," Scarlet said, "kiss me." She held her tits up invitingly and my mouth obliged. Her nipples tasted like cherries.

"Wow," I said again, "is that all over?"

"Yes," Scarlet confirmed, "and you'll never guess where it's sweetest.

"This," I said, "is going to have to be thoroughly investigated."

"Not yet," Scarlet said, smiling, "first there is a bit of back pressure I need to clear." With that she undid my pants and pulled them and my underwear down as she sank to her knees.

"Oh, my," she murmured, and then she sucked my cock head into her mouth.

Scarlet was experienced, that is for sure. She sucked my cock perfectly from the moment her lips touched it. Her tongue tickled my glans as her lips clamped me tightly, and her scarlet fingernails tickled my balls. She built up the speed gradually.

"Let it go Josh," she whispered in a momentary break, "this is for you, and I want you to cum quick. After that it's all about us." Then she started to fuck her face with my cock, slamming it into her throat over and over again. I'll give her full points for dedication because it still took her half an hour to get me off, but when it happened the floodgates opened and I blasted more cum into her mouth than I can ever remember shooting before or since. I mean, I had been saving up hadn't I?

Scarlet hastily cleaned the overflow off her face and body and then we got right back into it. I lay on the bed and we started a sixty nine that lasted for ages. She was absolutely right, her pussy tasted incredibly sweet and sucking on her incredibly hard clit was like sucking the last of the tasty flesh off a cherry pip. She orgasmed half a dozen times from my mouth, and of course my fingers that were exploring her moist pussy. Finally she pulled away, shaking, and positioned herself above my rigid cock. 

"It's time now Josh," she gasped, and then she slowly sunk down. Scarlet moaned as my head entered her, and I could feel her body stretching around mine. Slowly she worked her way down until finally she had me as deep inside her as I could go. She looked down at me in triumph and I nodded my congratulations. Then she started fucking me with her pussy. I'll give her full marks for athleticism, she rode me for ages, only stopping when she orgasmed, and I could see how hard she was working. I finally pulled her trembling body down onto mine and then I rolled us around so I was on top.

"My turn," I said and her eyes widened as I pulled out and then slammed all the way back into her. 

Scarlet was right, we didn't do any sleeping that night. We fucked madly, we fucked quietly, we fucked every way we could. I came in her pussy four times that I could remember and we lost count of her orgasms very quickly. We hardly spoke at all, except to encourage each other's carnal actions, but we got to know each other intimately.

"Ready?" Saunders eventually called from behind the door and Scarlet turned to me in surprise. I had her folded in half over the chair and I was reaming her from behind.

"Twenty minutes," I whispered.

"Give us half an hour," Scarlet called out.

"OK," he said, and I stepped up my pace a bit.

"You both look totally fucked," Saunders said with grin forty minutes later.

"Got it in one," Scarlet replied, and she didn't look at all embarrassed.

"How are we going to get the smell out of here before Androger comes?" he asked, and Scarlet and I looked at each other guiltily. We had been in the cell for the entire time, so we hadn't noticed it, but now it was obvious even to us that there had been some serious sexual activity in this rather confined space.

"Can you leave the door open if I promise not to run away?" I suggested.

"I've got a better idea," Scarlet said, "why don't I take him to the staff showers and we can clean up together? The cell can air while we are gone." Saunders grinned indulgently.

"Yeah, I guess. How long will you be?" I looked at Scarlet, and she looked back at me. She nodded.

"An hour or so?" I ventured and Saunders laughed.

"That should just about do it," he said. 

For the first time in seven months I walked out of my cell and saw what was outside. Scarlet held my hand all the way to the showers, she help me undress (and I helped her) and then she washed me thoroughly. When I was fully hard again I lifted her up against the cold tile wall and slowly lowered her tender pussy onto my aching cock. What can I say? I had a lot of catching up to do.

"So Commander Scabbard," Androger asked to wind up the interview, "what are the top three priorities for you right now?" 

"Well," I said, thinking quickly, "the first has to be the destruction of all energy weapons. If we don't do that we will all die."

"Do you really believe that?" he asked.

"Absolutely," I replied.

"And...?"

"My second priority is to have all of the crew of the Mayflower released and reunited with their families."

"Yes."

"And my third priority, and this is not an optional one, is to have the people responsible for this massive travesty of justice brought to account for their actions."

"Well viewers," Androger said, staring straight at the camera, "you've heard the story but do you believe it? I can tell you I do. If you do believe then it is up to you to do something now, because this disgusting mess goes all the way to the top. I'm Androger Spavl and like the rest of mankind my future now rests in your hands."

We all looked at each other for a while and then Androger shook my hand.

"Josh, you were great," he said. "That was the best show I have ever done." I smiled at his enthusiasm.

"When does it go to air?" I asked.

"It already has," he replied, "we did it live." I nodded.

"Turn the camera back on then," I suggested, "we are going to have some pretty pissed of visitors very soon." He looked thoughtful, and then nodded.

It wasn't the show that caused the public uprising, it was the goons that came to get us not five minutes later. I had suggested to Androger that we fix a hidden camera behind the main one, and that the telecast be switched to it as soon as the first one ceased to operate. When the six burly and heavily armed men arrived they were wearing masks. They barged in and immediately smashed the camera. Then they grabbed Androger and me, who by then were the only people left in the cell. Then the leader took off the mask, and faced Androger.

"End of the line for you fuckwit," he growled menacingly, "we've been waiting for a chance to get rid of you for such a long time now."

"Ed Sparck," Androger said, "I should have guessed they would send their dirtiest cop for something like this."

"Say what you want," the man replied, "they will be your last words." He drew his shock gun.

"How do you expect to get away with this after that transmission?" I asked, and the man turned to me.

"Sad isn't it, how you took the gun from one of us and tried to blast your way out?" He turned and shot another man in the leg, and he collapsed, screaming as the leg was severed.

"Even got a shot in before we had to kill you both," the man continued. I suddenly realised that we were in real danger now. This guy was going to kill us now, and even if we said we were still going to air that wouldn't stop him. I knelt by the dying man, trying to make the impression that I was attempting to stop the flow of arterial blood while the unmasked man laughed. Then I took the injured man's shock gun from his holster and without any warning I shot the unmasked man. As he went down I took aim at the others who up until then had not even bothered to draw their weapons. It was too late for them to do that now.

"Hands up gentlemen," I said, and they put their hands up. The body with the hole in the middle of it leaking blood onto the floor might have been a fairly convincing argument. 

They would have come in to the cell confident that my blocker that prevented me from harming another person was still intact, so there was no risk to them. But what nobody had told them was that it hadn't been reinstalled in me since the voyage. 

Androger was retching, and in between the spasms he was gasping for air. 

"Walk behind them and take their guns," I said, and he recovered enough to do so.

"Now the masks," I said and they came off. They were a rough looking bunch, and they were still arrogant.

"Just give up," one said with a sneer, "there's another thirty men in the facility just waiting for their chance." I grinned.

"There's probably one or two hundred million viewers watching live on the second camera in the corner there," I said, "so I think the stand down order will arrive soon. In the meantime, you can all get out and take these bodies with you."

We herded the men out and I closed the door. Then I entered the number that Saunders had given me into the console and the lock closed with a thud. Androger turned to the camera.

"We won't unlock that door until Dixscon Rickson has personally made a public statement guaranteeing our safety," he said, and then he turned to me.

"So, Josh, while we are here, tell me a bit more about life on the Mayflower." 

I have to say that the man was the consummate professional.



First Immortals Ch. 08



First up I would strongly suggest that if you haven't read the earlier chapters please do so before reading this one, it will explain a lot of things...

Now, enjoy. BB1212

*

All the resulting fuss that day was all about Androger, and yes if I am going to be totally honest I have to say that I was rather pissed off about that for quite a while. 

The Mayflower survivors had managed to get to YW4597 and then back home, which was a huge feat on its own. Add to that the fact that we had also managed to defeat the much stronger YW's when we were on the ropes. We had survived the most testing mission that mankind had ever embarked on, and instead of being welcomed on our return we were unlawfully jailed and just left to rot.

That should have created a huge furore on its own, but it didn't.

The attack on, and intended murder of, Androger Spavl was the news of the day. He was already the most popular people's hero on the planet and his fans literally rioted when they saw what the authorities had attempted to do to him.

Added to that was the fact that there also were two violent and gruesome killings telecast live on the Spavl Show, and this all meant that Androger the highest ratings of his career. Twice. The live telecast had been promoted as 'a must not miss show exposing a cover up of massive proportions' and the promos had been running all day. The record audience got everything that they had been promised and much more, so three days later when the telecast was repeated there was such a massive level of hype that the number of viewers was fifty percent higher again. It was huge and unprecedented.

But to Androger and I sitting alone in the cell talking, it was incredibly stressful. Thanks to the data receiver in Androger's interface we knew that the huge number of calls to the government had brought down all voice communications across the country, we knew that the streets of every major city were clogged with demonstrators demanding our immediate release, and we knew that Androger's producers had put our location on the telecast and the complex we were in was totally surrounded by protesters.

What we didn't know was if that would be enough to guarantee our safety.

We sat there having a quiet but nervous chat, oblivious to the growing spectacle outside, just wondering what would happen next.

Dixscon Rickson came to us just over two hours after we locked the door. It would have been at least half an hour quicker if the crowds of Androger supporters hadn't blocked his access. Androger was regularly checking his interface for information, but because we were still telecasting live we didn't spend a lot of time looking at it. Even so we were still expecting our visitor.

"I'm Dixscon Rickson," a voice called from behind the door, "please let me in, you have my word that you will not be harmed." We looked at each other and nodded. I went and keyed in the code, and the door opened.

I'll give Rickson full credit for guts. He came in alone, knowing that we had a cell full of shock guns, and knowing how furious I would be with him. He shook Androger's hand, and then mine without saying anything, and then he looked at Androger.

"May I speak to your viewers?" he asked.

"Sure, er, Mr President," Androger replied, and Rickson turned to the wall. He had done his homework because he knew exactly where to look to be facing the hidden camera.

"I am Dixscon Rickson," he said, "and I am the President of the World Council of Nations" He paused, and then continued. "What you have seen today on Mr Spavl's show demonstrates just how necessary these shows are, even if they do irritate some of the people in power sometimes." He smiled, to show that he thought that was not a serious problem. "What has happened to Commander Scabbard and the heroes that made up the crew of the Mayflower since their return is thoroughly reprehensible. What has happened to Commander Scabbard and Mr Spavl here today is now a criminal matter, and the perpetrators will be held accountable." He paused again, and I had to admire his style. I could just imagine the millions of viewers looking at their interfaces in the streets, or at their picture walls at home were hanging now on his every word. 

"Commander Scabbard said earlier that he had three priorities he wanted attended to. The first was the destruction of all energy weapons. We will pursue that end immediately. As of this moment they are outlawed and must be handed in to your local government enforcement station straight away. Owners will be given a receipt and we shall arrange for suitable compensation." Again he paused for effect.

"Commander Scabbard's second priority was the release of the crew of the Mayflower. Again we will implement this immediately, although I believe that most of them are in a very remote location so I cannot promise this will be achieved today. But it will be tomorrow at the latest." Again he waited for a moment.

"Commander Scabbard's third and final priority was that the people responsible for this 'massive travesty of justice' I believe he called it, and I have to agree with him, be held accountable for their actions. This will also be done, and this has already commenced." He stopped yet again.

"But," he said, "I know that after this debacle there are many of you who simply will not believe that we will do this properly as promised. To that end I must ask Mr Spavl a favour." He turned to Androger.

"Will you allow me to appear on your show again next week with Commander Scabbard? I will ask the two of you to confirm that our promises have been fulfilled to your satisfaction. I will also promise to answer any questions that you have in regard to this matter as long as they are not prejudicial to any resulting legal cases." Androger smiled in anticipation.

"Of course, Mr President," he replied, "we welcome the opportunity that you are offering." The fact that his ratings were going to go through the roof might have had something to do with his prompt acceptance.

"Tonight," Rickson said, "I request that both of you join me for dinner at The Dustings." The Dustings was the seven star restaurant in the World Council of Nations building that was only ever used for visitors who were heads of state. The invitation was totally unprecedented. Androger and I looked at each other in surprise. We nodded.

"We accept," Androger said, and after a brief wrap up by Androger where he thanked his viewers for their support, the three of us left the cell that had been my prison for seven months together.

It had been an incredible couple of days.

We had walked along countless dim and dingy corridors and had passed through three check points before we reached the outside door, and we heard the crowd when we were still a good distance away from it. They were chanting Androger's name. We had six security guards as an escort, and on the final approach to the door Rickson motioned them to stop and we walked far enough away so they couldn't hear us. Rickson addressed me.

"I know," he said, "that I am in no position to ask any favours of either of you, and particularly you Commander Scabbard, but I'm going to have to anyway. In a moment we are going out there and I would like us to present a united front. For the moment may we concentrate on your first priority, and that is to get rid of the energy weapons? Many members of the council simply did not believe my reasons for the ban and I did not get enough support to carry it through. I have made the announcement now and they either have to back it or remove me from my position. With your support I believe they will support me, without it they will not." I thought about this for a moment and it made sense.

"OK," I said simply, and he sighed with relief.

"The reason we are going to The Dustings tonight is for the three of us to discuss privately what action we need to take on all of the issues we face. I will listen to both of you and I will pay heed to what you say, can we please leave the more unpleasant topics until then?"

"Yes," I said reluctantly.

"Of course Mr President," Androger agreed. Rickson called his bodyguards back and we went down the corridor and through the door.

Over the years I had received more than my fair share of the 'rock star' treatment as an elite pilot, but even so I was completely unprepared for the reception we got when we left the prison.

Although the six original bodyguards were there for Rickson, and there was a much larger contingent waiting in an area they had cleared outside the door, it was Androger who was most at risk when we walked out. There were tens of thousands of people waiting to see him, and when they did they all surged forward to get near him. In the middle of the mayhem there was, of course, protected in the cleared area, a Spavl Show camera crew. Androger was very brief.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said to the camera, "in a totally unprecedented display of public unity today we have made sure that justice will prevail, even when the corruption comes from the highest places." The crowd roared its approval. "I want to thank each and every one of you who took the time to do something to achieve this result." He pointed to the crowd around us, in every direction possible, and then he pointed at the camera.

"You are my heroes," he shouted, and again the crowd cheered wildly. Androger whispered to one of his crew and the man walked to the straining security guards who were trying to stop us being trampled.

"You in the yellow shirt," Androger said, pointing to a woman in the front row of onlookers, please come over here." Reluctantly the security guards let her through and the crew member brought her to Androger.

"What is your name? Androger asked the obviously overawed woman.

"Kelza," she replied nervously, "um.. Kelza Peders."

"And why are you here Kelza?" he asked.

"I thought what they did was wrong, so I uh... I just wanted to show my support."

"To the millions of people I can't thank personally, this is for you," Androger said, and he hugged the startled woman.

"Thankyou everyone, and we will be back tomorrow for an update," Androger said, "in the meantime please disperse peacefully and go back to your normal lives, the emergency is over." After the camera was turned away I walked over to Kelza.

"Thanks from the Mayflower crew and from me too," I said, and I shook her hand. She glowed red with embarrassment. We got into the presidential vehicle and left. The crowd only parted just enough for us to get through.

We were taken back to Hvaast Square, the place we landed at in the shuttle to meet the Mayflower, and I was saddened to see the skeleton of the Mayflower which had been almost entirely dismantled. The shuttle was gone and I assumed that it had either been pulled apart or just flown elsewhere. 

We were then taken into the World Council of Nations building and I was shown to a luxurious suite. A butler appeared immediately and within a couple of hours I had washed, been given a haircut and shave and I was dressed in fresh clothing including a dark coloured Darnier suit. I had also managed to get an hour of sleep as I had not slept at all the previous night. When I looked in the mirror I didn't recognise the man I was seeing at first, but then I closed my eyes and I looked inside. Deep down I knew that despite all of the rhetoric and the fancy trappings I was still going to make damn sure that people would suffer over this, and Dixscon Rickson was the first target in my sights. At least I could still recognise that part of myself. I opened my eyes grinning evilly at my reflection, and then I turned to go to dinner. Now, behind the closed doors, the gloves could come off.

"I can fall on my sword if you want," Rickson said to me as soon as our orders had been taken, "ultimately it was been me who signed the order, even if I didn't know how they were going to go about it."

"OK," I said, and I left it at that. I knew there would be a 'but' involved, but I was not going to help him out there. There was an awkward silence for a while and I took a sip of my Hortenay. The purple wines, which were really just a very, very dark red, had already been in vogue when we left and this one was an excellent example of the type.

Androger finally weakened and broke the awkward silence.

"Why Josh?" he asked. He seemed to be a bit overawed by Rickson, which surprised me, and like most media people he really couldn't stand long silences. I, on the other hand, found them to be very useful.

"Well," I said to him, "it could be for the men who died on active service for our planet, and whose fate has been hidden instead of recognised." He nodded, "It could also be for the brave women and men who took on what was really a suicide mission, turned it into a spectacular success and then were punished for that success."

"Uh huh."

"It could be for the thousands of family and friends of our crew who have been fed government lies to cover up the fact that the mission was only ever about shutting down the military and never about true exploration."

"OK."

"It could be about the tiny fact that he has ignored a clear warning that may now lead to our entire planet being eliminated."

"That's a bit..."

"It could be about the money that was due but that wasn't going to be paid to the survivors, or even about the personal insult of my being locked up and given the identity of a monster to ensure I couldn't get my story out and it could be for any of a hundred other reasons that don't spring to mind right now," I said, determined to finish answering the question before I let him interrupt. Rickson nodded slowly, and Androger just had to keep talking.

"OK," he said, "but why not then?"

"Ask him," I replied, staring at my wine, "he is dying to tell us."

"Err, Mr President?" Androger asked, and Rickson gave him a shallow smile.

"First," he said, "Josh is right. What he has said is not exaggerated, and if anything he has understated the case." 

"But?" Androger asked.

"But," Rickson continued, "in the current political environment, if I go there will never be the legislation to destroy the energy weapons." He looked at me earnestly. "I really did try, but none of the council members accepted what I was telling them. Even now," he admitted, "I will have a huge fight on my hands to push it through, and it cannot happen without the help and support of both of you."

I had expected to hear pretty much what he was saying, and I had resigned myself to the fact that Rickson was going to dodge the bullet, but I had also promised myself that it was going to cost him dearly and I wasn't going to make any of it easy for him.

"Let's start at the beginning," I said abruptly, and both men turned to me. "Where are the rest of the crew of the Mayflower?"

"They were put on an island off Republica Africa," Rickson replied. "The area was declared a contaminated zone and a no go zone for both shipping and aircraft. We gave them nothing in the way of survival equipment so there may well have been losses." I looked at him in horror and Androger shook his head.

"I didn't know that until today," Rickson said, but I was not too sure that I believed him.

"How are we getting to them?" I asked.

"Aircraft to Johannesburg and then hoverjet to the island," Rickson replied, "about six hours total."

"What happened to the shuttle from the Mayflower?" I asked, and he looked thoughtful.

"I'll ask," he said, and spoke quietly into his interface. Moments later he had the answer.

"One hour flight to Hinchlet base and then we take the shuttle. It is still serviceable and we will halve the time to the island. There is an area there big enough to land it."

"I'll fly," I said, and Rickson nodded.

"Will you accept my pilot as your co-pilot?" 

"On the trip out," I said, "but not after we pick up the first group if we have someone with more experience who is able to do it." He nodded.

"What do you want Josh?" he asked seriously and I looked at him, this was why we were here.

"This is not a high ask that can be bargained down, this is my minimum requirement," I said, and again he nodded his understanding.

"All pay entitlements are to be calculated as originally arranged and then doubled."

"Agreed."

"All deceased crew are to be paid out in the same way as the survivors."

"Agreed."

"At least three senior level politicians are to be charged with treason, perverting the course of justice and anything else that fits." He gulped.

"Er..."

"Not negotiable," I insisted.

"Yes," he whispered.

"One of those charged must be the Deputy Vice Minister for Compliance." I'll swear that Rickson smiled at that one.

"OK," he agreed quickly.

"Promotions for Terek Van Der Schon, Scarlet and Saunders."

"Who?"

"People who were on the right side, I'll fill you in later."

"OK..." Rickson was starting to look doubtful, and he looked to Androger, I think hoping for some support.

"You asked," Androger said casually, "er... Sir." Rickson nodded.

"Oscar Yillidie to be given the worst possible posting," I continued, letting some of my personal spite loose.

"That was done the day after he spoke to you," Rickson said, and I smiled. The pompous little shit deserved it.

"The Inter Galactic Navy is to be restarted, and I will be in charge," I said.

"How big?" Rickson asked.

"Grow it to two hundred thousand personnel and at least two thousand battle craft capable of space travel over the next twenty years," I replied, and Rickson looked startled.

"Why so many?" he asked.

"The YW's will come here," I predicted, "and we have to be ready or we will all die. How many Stellers are left?" I asked.

"Maybe half a dozen," Rickson said, "but the drives are getting old now." I nodded.

"I want them and we can fit the drives from the Mayflower," I replied.

"Should work," he agreed, obviously thinking about the mechanics, but then he sighed. "Anything else?"

"I think that's enough for now," I said, and he shook his head slowly.

"It will be a very hard job to get all of that," he said, "but I promise you I will do everything within my power to make it all happen."

"Is that on the record Mr President?" Androger asked.

"Yes," Rickson said reluctantly, "but I would appreciate it if it was not made public knowledge unless I renege." Androger looked a bit disappointed, but he nodded.

"Fair enough," he said.

Then our entrée arrived and we put the business on hold. The entrée was superb, but the girl delivering it was divine. She was dressed in a deep violet cocktail dress with a few pieces of gold jewellery to match her long gold hair. She was exquisite, with a perfect button nose, startling starburst eyes and legs that looked almost endless.

"My goodness," Androger sighed after she was out of earshot, "she is stunning."

"Her name is Infannzin," Rickson said, "and I agree she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. But don't bother, she has been propositioned by pretty much every world leader, male and female, that have ever dined here and she has politely but firmly turned them all down."

Androger raised an enquiring eyebrow and Rickson realised what his question was.

"Yes," he said sadly, "me as well."

The two men shared a sigh and I wondered what was wrong with me. I had been kept away from women for seven months up until Scarlet. Was that really just last night I wondered? So much had happened in such a short time after such a long period of inactivity. But now, when this beautiful woman was turning two of the most powerful men in the world into lust filled wreaks, I just wasn't concerned. I knew there would be plenty of chances to fulfil all of my carnal needs in the foreseeable future, so I wasn't going to agonise over what I couldn't have. I just ate my entrée, and I must say it was absolutely delicious. 




First Immortals Ch. 08



"So why," Androger asked when we had all finished eating, "do people still want to keep energy weapons when the blockers mean they can't actually use them?"

"Two reasons," Rickson explained, "well actually three. They can be used as engineering tools because the high energy output can convert base materials." Androger looked confused.

"They melt rock and old concrete," Rickson explained.

"Landscaping?" Androger sounded incredulous.

"Exactly. Also the smaller ones can be used in the robotic big game theme parks..." Rickson continued.

"Hardly sporting," Androger said dryly.

"But sort of necessary if you are up against a pack of Tyrannosaurus Rex 'droids," 

"Ah," Androger said, "I see the point. And the third reason?"

"The right to bear arms," Rickson said.

"The second amendment," I added, and Rickson smiled, not many people knew of that one any more since the introduction of the world constitution and bill of rights right after the third world war in 2025.

"The what?"

"Before the third world war all the different countries had different constitutions," Rickson explained, "and the United States had a second amendment that guaranteed the citizens the right to keep and bear arms."

"Right," Androger said, "but that isn't included in the world constitution is it?"

"It's hidden," I said. I was by now very tired and I knew if I let these two talk to each other for too long I would fall asleep.

"That's right," Rickson agreed, "although it isn't mentioned specifically it also isn't mentioned in the exclusion list for the third paragraph."

Androger looked confused.

"The third paragraph of the world constitution guarantees the preservation of previous rights," I explained.

"Yes, and the exclusion list itemises those rights that could not be continued," Rickson added.

"And the right to bear arms isn't specifically excluded so therefore it continues," Androger said.

"Exactly," Rickson said.

I finished my glass of wine and looked around for the toilets.

"Over there," Rickson said, pointing. He must have been a mind reader.

"Thanks," I responded and I got up and headed in the direction he had indicated.

I couldn't help but wonder about the huge differences in my life that had occurred within the space of just one day. Last night I had been in a cell, and the toilet had been just the basic bowl and a simple plastic seat. The toilets in The Dustings were the most sumptuous that I had ever experienced. The floors were covered in a plush carpet like material that was self-cleaning and always remained totally sanitised, the bench tops and taps were made of gleaming marble coloured steel and it had the first vacuum urinal I had ever seen. The vacuum urinal provided a strong air current when needed that would draw any drops of liquid to it, even if you were pointing sideways. You simply couldn't miss (at least according to the advertisements I saw later, I didn't test it).

As I finished a hand reached around me. Judging by the slender fingers and the long gold fingernails it was a female's hand.

"Don't look around," a husky female voice whispered into my ear, so I didn't. She grabbed my cock and gave it shake, and the last drops flew off and were sucked away. The woman behind me giggled delightfully.

"I just love seeing that," she whispered, "but what I'd really love to do with this magnificent thing will have to be done in a more private setting. What suite are you in?"

"A.S. Robb," I said. My suite was named after the actor who had turned to politics after she had made a number of successful movies, and who had become the first President of the World Council of Nations, after the third world war had ended.

I could smell an enticing perfume as the woman with her hand on my now hardening cock moved her lips close to my ear.

"Open the door at eleven thirty eight precisely," she whispered, her hair softly tickling my neck, "and I will walk in. If you don't I will keep walking, even if you are only a few seconds late." Her mouth nuzzled my throat and her hand squeezed me and then let me go. I sighed.

"More of that later," she promised, "now close your eyes for thirty seconds." I did, I already knew who she was. Well, I was fairly sure anyway. When I opened my eyes she had gone.

It took me a few minutes to sort myself out, wash my hands and go back to our table.

"I was just saying to Androger," Rickson said as I sat back down, "that the hardest part of destroying the energy weapons will be finding them."

"I was thinking about that," I replied, "and I think I might be able to find a solution."

"Really?" Rickson said, and he looked surprised.

"The Eriguons said they had records of energy signatures, so there must be a way of seeing them," I explained.

"Can we work out how in time?" Rickson asked doubtfully.

"We are going to have some of the best scientists on the planet with us tomorrow," I said, "why don't we ask them?" Rickson nodded.

"I'm not sure if they will be all that cooperative after what we did to them," he said nervously, and I wondered exactly what sort of island they had been marooned on.

"Earth will be destroyed if we can't do this," I reminded him, "that should be a fairly convincing argument to anyone." He nodded and we fell silent as the lovely Infannzin delivered our main courses. I looked down at her long gold coloured fingernails and I smiled.

She kept our wine glasses full and eventually delivered a decadently rich and sumptuous chocolate truffle dessert with cognac, all the while maintaining her almost haughty air of professional detachment. Rickson and Androger both turned into dribbling messes every time she approached and it was all I could do to stop myself from grinning at their obvious discomfort. Every time Infannzin walked away from us I too stared at her delicious ass, but I was anticipating what it was going to look like when I peeled that clinging dress off it later in the evening.

The day had been all about Androger, the dinner had been all about Rickson, but the night was going to be all about Infannzin and me.

At exactly eleven thirty eight I opened the door to my suite and Infannzin walked in.

"Right on time," she said, walking past me as I quietly closed the door behind her, "I just love a man who is punctual." I turned to look at her, and she had turned to face me. She was just as spectacular as she had been at The Dustings, her cocktail dress hugging her every curve but now she had something that I hadn't seen earlier, the cheekiest of smiles. I smiled back.

"You look sensational," I said, and she nodded.

"You're not too bad yourself," she responded, "but you don't look quite at home in that suit." I grinned.

"I haven't dressed up in almost twelve years and now this? But first things first, can I offer you a drink?"

"A coffee would be lovely," she said. "No milk no sugar." I nodded.

"Coming right up," I said, and I waved her to a sumptuous couch, "please have a seat, you have been on your feet all evening." She smiled again, or was it still?

"Thanks," she said as she sank into the soft material, her relief evident in her voice.

"Take your shoes off if that would make you more comfortable," I said as the coffee machine poured our drinks. She did.

"You said," Infannzin said in a flirty voice, "first things first." I nodded. "So what are second things?" she asked.

"Ladies choice," I replied, and I handed her the coffee and looked at the seating arrangements. She had settled in one side of a two seater couch but there were also two matching single seat units.

"I like a man who gives me the choice," she said in a husky voice that was full of promises as she patted the seat next to her. "And the man usually likes how I like it." I sat next to her and she immediately leaned against me. I could smell a fresh, clean fragrance on her but I couldn't tell if it was her golden hair or a perfume. I breathed in deeply.

"I'm only drinking coffee," I said, "but already I'm intoxicated."

She giggled and we drank in silence.

"You really want to ask," Infannzin eventually said, breaking the companionable silence, "why I chose you when the President and Androger were also there."

"A gentleman does not ask about a ladies motivation in a situation like that," I replied gallantly, "he just appreciates it when it goes his way." She nodded, her hair brushing my face gently.

"And a lady does not tell," she agreed, looking closely to see my reaction. I remained neutral. "But tonight I have no intention of being a lady," she continued mischievously, "so I can say that while all three of you radiate power, you were the only one in the group who also radiated raw sex. Around here I get to experience far too much power, and the arrogant attitude that sometimes accompanies it, and far too little good sex."

"I shall do my very best to even up the balance," I assured her.

"I am counting on it," Infannzin said, and she put her lips to mine. The kiss was long and sensual, our tongues lazily exploring. My arm went around her to pull her too me but our mouths were the main contact point. After a few minutes we pulled apart fractionally, both of us panting slightly, mostly in anticipation.

"Those coffee beans have just gone red in embarrassment," I said, "because you taste so much better." Infannzin giggled.

"Flatterer," she accused.

"Just telling the truth," I replied, and we each put our coffee cups on the adjacent tables and turned back.

"Ladies choice I think you said?" she said slyly.

"Your wish is my command."

"I want you to do a slow and sensual striptease for me," she said. I raised an eyebrow.

"Any particular music?" I asked, and she grinned. She must have been expecting me to argue, but why on Earth would I?

"I've got it," she said and she touched her interface. Slow and sensual music started playing though the wall audio. I smiled and stood up. Infannzin smiled and clapped, so I gave her a little bow and began to sway with the music.

It felt like years since I had danced, so I started off slow and lazy, and fortunately that suited the music perfectly. Infannzin laughed as I ran my hands down the front of my body and feigned surprise when I didn't find any breasts. I then turned away and slowly lowered my suit coat in what I hoped was a provocative manner. As the song finished I finally slipped the coat off, span it over my head a few times and then threw it onto a chair.

"But that's a Darnier," she said, looking quite shocked.

"That I didn't pay for," I replied. She looked like she wanted to argue but the next song started and once again I danced.

I took my tie off pretty quickly and spent the rest of the song trailing it sensuously around Infannzin. She was obviously enjoying herself immensely, and she didn't protest when I put the tie around her neck and pulled her lips to mine. We kissed until the song stopped and then I just let go and started moving again as the next tune began. Two songs later I had shed my shirt, trousers and also my shoes and socks, and was just standing in my underwear as the next tune began. This time I didn't move, and Infannzin looked confused. I held my hand to my ear in an exaggerated hint and she laughed.

"Get it off," she cried, clapping loudly, and I smiled and danced. I did the full tease, moving up close to her and ducking out of reach as she tried to touch, and she kept whistling and cheering as I teasingly lowered my underwear so it almost revealed my cock, but not quite. I finally stood in front of Infannzin and held my hands up in the air. She grasped the fabric and pulled the underwear down, making my erect cock bounce a couple of times before it stopped, pointing straight up towards her face.

"My goodness, that's huge," she gasped.

"It looks a lot smaller when it is cleverly concealed deep inside a pussy," I suggested.

"We will have to try that out later," Infannzin said with an anticipatory smile, "but right now I have other plans for it." She lowered her mouth to my cock head, and slowly worked it around and then down my shaft a couple of inches. I smiled and gently stroked her hair. In my opinion freedom certainly was the better option when compared to my previous months of incarceration.

Infannzin sucked my cock enthusiastically, using a very good variation of suction, depth and tongue action. Her hands were busy too, playing with my balls and she used those long golden finger nails to stimulate my most sensitive areas. She was obviously trying to get me off quickly.

"There were only three men who survived sex with a YW," I said quietly, "and I am one of them." Infannzin's eyes were a starburst pattern, with deep red centres fading out through orange to gold and then pale yellow. They widened and looked up at me with interest, but her mouth stayed busy. I love a girl who has her priorities right.

"And," I continued, "there is only one way to survive, and that is to have excellent staying power. You have to be able to fuck for hours without cumming, and you have to make damn sure that the girl always cums first." She pulled her mouth back and my cock left it with a wet popping noise.

"You have been locked up for how long without, er, female company?" Infannzin asked quizzically.

"Ah, I see." I replied. "You know last night there was this lovely little medic who took exceptionally care of me..." Infannzin's mouth twitched with amusement and then she looked back at my cock hungrily.

"I still want to taste this for a while," she said.

"That's fine by me," I agreed, "but if you were wearing less and I was lying on the bed I could also be returning the favour."

"Oh," she looked a bit worried, "I, er, have been working all evening and I haven't had the chance to freshen up."

"Perfect," I said, "beautiful lady 'a la natural'." She smiled timidly, and I took her hands and pulled her to her feet. As Infannzin reached around to undo her dress I gently stopped her.

"Not yet," I whispered, and as she looked at me in confusion I slipped her dress up around her hips and then lowered her scarlet matching panties exposing her sparse golden triangle. I so wanted to get lost in it. We let the underwear drop to the floor and I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

She tasted good, with a strong musky scent, and I loved the concept of her being almost fully dressed and me naked as she lay on top of me and we each used our tongues to the best possible effect.

"I want you to cum in my mouth first," she said quietly as she stroked my cock lovingly.

"It will take a while," I said, concerned for her comfort.

"I have patience," she assured me, and then she returned to the task at hand. Or mouth as it were.

I got her off three times before I finally felt my own orgasm approaching.

"Soon," I told her, and she nodded and sped up her action. Infannzin had been humming as she sucked, and she increased the volume of that too. I was in heaven, and I finally exploded into her mouth.

It sure as hell didn't stop there. Infannzin was happy to find that I stayed hard, so happy that she pushed me onto my back and slowly lowered herself onto me. I found out much later that Infannzin totally naked was a glorious sight to behold, but for that first session I loved the look of her almost fully dressed enough to ask her to keep the dress on. Just call me an old perve I suppose.

We fucked like rabbits for hours, her on top, me on top, doggy, over the chair, standing in the shower, anything that we could think of at the time. When she finally took off the dress it desperately needed cleaning, soaked as it was in sweat and our combined body fluids. But I was into the partly dressed thing by then and once again I scandalised Infannzin by putting the ridiculously expensive Darnier jacket on her and then continuing my pounding. 

Over the course of the night I shot two loads into her battered pussy, but we lost count of the number of times that she orgasmed after the first ten or so.

I got a call from Androger at eight thirty in the morning saying that we were leaving in half an hour, and Infannzin was asleep on me, her pussy still wrapped around my quarter hard cock. We got just under an hour of sleep that night, but damn it was worth it.

"Can I see you again?" she asked sleepily as I went to shower and dress.

"Couldn't think of anything better," I said with a lazy grin.

"Give me a few days to recover," she said, "I ache all over, but it's a good ache."

I grinned. I knew exactly what she meant. I felt it too.



First Immortals Ch. 09



First up I would strongly suggest that if you haven't read the earlier chapters please do so before reading this one, it will explain a lot of things...

Now, enjoy. BB1212

*****

Androger looked at me and frowned.

"Why are you back in your uniform?" he asked. I could have told him that I wanted to preserve the glorious scent of Infannzin that was now infused in the Darnier jacket, but I didn't.

"There's going to be some pretty pissed off people on that island," I suggested, "and I will need to keep them in check."

"And it won't help if you look like you've had an easy time of it," he said. I nodded. He looked at me again.

"You don't look like you got a lot of rest," he observed.

"No," I agreed cheerfully, "I was up all night." Androger looked like he was going to say something, but then he decided not to.

Travelling with the President was simple. We didn't have any safety checks at all and there was no waiting anywhere. As soon as the limo got to the airport we boarded the sumptuously furnished green aircraft and took off for Hinchlet.

Air travel back then had finally been fully automated. They had replaced air traffic controllers with computers, and the entire mess of coming and going was all sorted out by failsafe triple redundant computer systems. The computer could see and control all aircraft and it continuously sent them flight instructions that took into account their fuel supply, flight comfort rating, what connections the passengers needed to make, and the priority of the flight. There still was a pilot aboard, but that was just as an observer, they didn't actually fly the machine.

Anyway, the Presidential aircraft automatically had the top priority, so we took off immediately and had a dead straight flight path at the optimum altitude and everyone else just deviated slightly to get out of our way without ever knowing it. 

The green aircraft were brand new back then, they had been introduced while the Mayflower was away, and they were the first version of the ACC packages that are still used in their fiftieth odd generation today. A guy with the unfortunate name of Wing Wong had invented an aircraft propulsion system that effectively reversed the effect of climate change by creating their own emissions that were completely inert, except for the bit that dissolved some of the excess greenhouse gasses in the atmosphere. This basically reversed the environmental impact of the earlier human bad habits such as burning fossil fuels and de-forestation.

This generation of technology lasted for about twenty years until the scientists realised that the effect of the engines had become too much, and if we kept going we were going to trigger global cooling and another ice age. Then Wing Wong's team of scientists came up with the full ACC concept. Of course everyone knows about Adaptable Climate Control now, but back then the concept of having an engine reduce greenhouse gasses for part of a journey and increase them for another part, depending on the conditions where they were at the time was just unbelievable. But they made fantasy into reality and we enjoy the stable climate we have today because those guys had the vision hundreds of years ago. 

But none of that bothered me on that flight. My first ride in a green aircraft and the Presidential aircraft was spent first making the suggestion that we take ample food and medical supplies, something I was told they had already arranged, and then within minutes I was sleeping in the luxurious recliner. I had some serious catching up to do.

Hinchlet was a former military base which looked like it had been disused for some time. But the landing patch was spotless, and one building was totally clean. The rest was covered in a depressing thick layer of dust. It was sad to see, but I did have the glimmer of an idea as I looked around at the huge area and the plentiful buildings. This could possibly become the home of the Inter Galactic Navy.

We rode a transfer platform to the Mayflower shuttle, and I was relieved to see that it looked like it had either been well maintained, or given a very thorough clean up in half a day since we had said we wanted to use it. Either way it looked good. Rickson introduced me to the base caretaker.

"Josh Scabbard, this is Freed Isley, he looks after the base these days, and he can answer any questions you have in regard to the shuttle."

"Pleased to meet you Commander Scabbard," Freed said. He was a tall man who held himself straight. Ex-military I guessed.

"Hi Freed, please call me Josh," I said, returning a firm handshake. He nodded and smiled, and then got down to business.

"The shuttle is ready to go when you are sir," he said quickly, "she was off world last week and the drives are full, the nav computer has the destination co-ordinates pre-set, we have four hundred instant meals, two bricks of water and ten emergency response medical packages on board. There is also a search and rescue pack." I nodded. "Do you wish to check the supplies sir?" he asked.

"Have you checked them yourself?" I asked.

"Yes sir," he said.

"That's good enough for me," I said, because the man gave an impression of total efficiency. He smiled.

"Who is coming with us?" I asked Rickson.

"Grof, my pilot, six bodyguards, you, Androger, his crew of two and me," he replied. I nodded, the smaller the group the more people we could take out on the first lift.

"Where are we going to take them all?" I asked.

"We've set up a triage point at an old hospital in Johannesburg with fifty booths and a full crew of medical technicians," Rickson said, "They will get examined and treated for anything that they need. There is also a fully stocked cafeteria and bar."

"How about clothes?" I asked.

"Clothes?"

"They have been marooned on an inhospitable island for seven months with just one uniform each. What condition will that be in now?" I asked. Rickson nodded and spoke into his interface.

"Clothing required at the hospital for all personnel," he said quickly, and then he grimaced, "expect them to have lost a lot of weight," he added.

This was not going to be a pleasant day.

Grof and I sat in the cockpit.

"Do you have experience in anything like this?" I asked him.

"I took her from Hvaast Square to here originally," he replied, "and I've been taking her off world at least once every month. She handles well."

"Yes," I replied, "er, thanks for looking after her, she has saved my life more than once." 

Grof nodded. He rarely spoke unless spoken to, but he did have the air of competence that you would expect from the President's personal pilot. I felt comfortable with him as my co-pilot.

"Let's go," I said, and the shuttle was airborne less than twenty minutes after the green jet had touched down.

As we flew Rickson and Androger came to stand behind us, keen to know about the craft. Neither of them had ever been off world, so the shuttles true capabilities were not readily apparent to them. To show what she was capable of I told them the story of how we had practiced using the pressure portal to pick up people drifting in space, and how that had enabled us to escape from YW4597 by riding the reverse gravity. They were particularly interested in how I had managed to build an A5K from spares and how we had utilised that to cripple the YW's and to make our escape.

"Is it still on board I wonder?" asked Rickson, and I pointed him at the panel that had concealed it.

"Take that panel off and we will know," I suggested, but he shook his head.

"Better not to know yet," he said, "you can hand it in if you find it after this mission." I nodded. I had to trust him more after that, he knew there might be a weapon on board that was powerful enough to take him and his security team out, and he chose not to neutralise it.

As we neared our destination the nav system automatically tried to divert us away, and it wasn't until after Grof entered the Presidential identifier code that we were able to move in closer. The island finally appeared under us just one hour and forty-five minutes after we had left Hinchlet. I had taken the shuttle up to a height that no other aircraft operating at the time could reach and then I might have broken the speed limit just a little bit. Not being a commercial aircraft I still had control, not the computers on the ground.

From a distance it looked like a lot of the images from travel promotions. It was a reasonably large island that was flat at one end and rose steeply into mountains at the other. It was mostly ringed by sandy beaches with some sheer rock cliffs at the mountainous end. Trees covered about eighty percent of the lower areas, and there were a few open grassy expanses. I chose the largest of those to land in, but as we approached I saw some simple structures there and diverted to the next one.

As we got closer I saw some people looking up at us, and soon they started heading purposely in the direction we were going in. I breathed a sigh of relief; at least there were survivors, but how many?

"How do you suggest we do this?" Androger asked. I thought for a moment.

"I'll land in the middle of the clearing," I replied, "and you all stay on board for safety. Grof will have the controls in case you need to get away quickly."

"Do you really think it will be that bad?" Rickson asked. He sounded a bit nervous.

"No," I said simply, "but we have to be careful." The senior bodyguard nodded his approval.

I'll give the Mayflower crew full points for preparation. They converged on the clearing but the majority of them stayed behind cover at the edge. Eight groups of two people armed with crude clubs and bows moved into the clearing and approached the shuttle from different directions. All of those advancing toward us were women, and all were clothed in ragged uniforms and animal skins. They were darkly tanned. I took about twenty steps towards one group, and then I stopped and held my hands up to show I wasn't armed.

"It's Josh Scabbard," I shouted, "and we've come to set you free." 

I could see the approaching women stare intently at me, but they were obviously still suspicious. Then there was a squeal of excitement from my left and one of the women was running toward me.

"Josh," she cried out.

"Keisha," I replied, recognising her at last, and I turned to meet her.

We embraced and I saw the other women relax noticeably, and then we kissed and I lost interest in anything else.

"What took so long Commander?" a voice asked, breaking the moment, "we'd just about given up on you."

I looked up to see Amy Ho, and I reluctantly broke the kiss with Keisha.

"I was locked up by myself until yesterday," I explained, "I have no Idea why I was separated from you but I was. When I finally did get a message out I got a lot of publicity too, so this won't be reversed now. Everyone can leave the island today and return to the real world." A few of the women looked suspicious.

"Really?" one asked.

"Really." I replied, "In the shuttle now are Dixon Rickson, the President of the World Council of Nations and also Androger Spavl the most popular talk show host on the planet."

"Wow," Amy said, "not doing things by halves are you?"

"Definitely not." I replied. "Now do you have people who need medical attention?"

"A few," Amy replied, "we'll get them brought here straight away." She issued a few orders and most of the women who had reached the centre dashed off in the direction of the larger clearing.

"How many have we lost?" I asked, and Amy looked angry. 

"Thirty seven," she replied, "mostly from starvation in the first few months."

"Shit," I said, with feeling.

"Yeah, they dumped us here with no food, no medicine and no equipment, it was pretty rough for a while."

"It's like they wanted us to die," Keisha said, and there was an angry rumble of agreement.

"In a way I believe they did," I said, "but please believe me when I say our revenge needs to be very carefully handled, our whole planet is on the line now." Amy nodded thoughtfully.

"Eriguons?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Have we destroyed the energy weapons?"

"No."

"Shit."

"Exactly."

"Tell us what is happening Josh," she said, so I told them.

The first load out had three sick men and twenty seven healthy women on it. At first I wondered why it was only the men who were sick, but then I remembered the trip back and how Hugh, Neale and I had realised were both a preventative and a cure. This medicine was not available to the males on the island. I found out that day that there were only five male survivors left from the Mayflower, including myself.

Grof piloted that first trip with Neale as his co-pilot. Neale was in in a hurry to get away and I found out later that, as I had suspected, he and Hugh had been used as sexual medication for the entire time. Neale swore off sex as soon as we landed and that actually lasted for almost a whole week.

Rickson, with his bodyguards, and Androger with his crew all stayed on the island with me while the evacuation was going on. Both had crews at the hospital to make sure everything went right and they were pleased to get the chance to talk to the survivors and see how they had survived. Fortunately for the group there were no predatory animals on the island, but there were quite a few smaller ones that could be used for food. Add to that the edible vegetation and an abundance of seafood, and we could see how once the group had learned how to catch and prepare the food they could comfortably survive on what was there. 

Their initial problem was they had no weapons, nothing to make weapons with, no hooks or lines and nothing to start a fire with. Once they finally did manage to start a fire they built three shelters on different parts of the island and they kept a perpetual fire in each one to make sure they were never without fire again.

They had divided into three groups, each centered around one of the fires, and they had hunters, fishers, foragers, builders and cooks in each area. Neale and Hugh were in two separate huts pretty much in the centre of the three groups, and their primary task was to tend to the sick females. It brought a whole new meaning to the old saying 'the doctor is in'.

Considering the complete lack of equipment they had created some really good infrastructure including communal rooms for sleeping and meeting, and even some recreation areas.

Looks wise the group was definitely fit, but there were no cosmetics and even some of the long term hair colouring had run out and some were back to their natural colour, which looked really strange. The Mayflower uniforms were starting to wear out and had been patched, repaired or replaced with whatever was available at the time. Usually that wasn't a lot because it was a very warm climate in that area.

Androger interviewed a number of the crew members while Rickson did the politician thing and made a lot of promises that I was not sure he could keep. I did believe he genuinely meant to try to do the things he had agreed to, but I wasn't sure if he would get the support in the World Council of Nations. I knew I had to see Infannzin again, it had been too much fun not to, but there was also something she had hinted at during our time together that had got my interest. She had said that in the course of her work there were some secrets that she had heard about, and they concerned the Mayflower. I knew I would have to follow that up; I needed a fall back plan.

Just taking thirty people at a time meant the shuttle had to do seven trips, and that took twenty minutes each way. Allowing time for loading and unloading we were looking at getting the last group out at about six thirty in the evening. 

Amy was doing a great job organising the groups and making sure everyone was ready to go, so after the second group had left I went for a walk with Keisha to see her favourite place on the island. We walked for about twenty minutes through some small hills and ended up in a tiny secluded cove.

"Very pretty," I said as the beach came into view, and Keisha grinned.

"We're not there yet," she said as we walked to the sand, and I looked around. I couldn't see what she meant, but I was happy to wait to find out. It was a welcome relief just to be free and out in the fresh air.

Keisha wriggled out of her tattered uniform and waded into the water. I shrugged and followed suit, my cock slowly recovering from the after effects of the previous night as I watched her tight little ass get closer and closer to the water level.

Soon we were swimming and I followed Keisha as she swam to the mouth of the cove, and then out a bit further. Finally she stopped and waited for me, treading water.

We turned and looked back, and the view of the island was spectacular. Across the sparking blue water the golden sand of the cove rose up to lush green vegetation and behind that the craggy dark blue tinged mountains thrust upward to the clear blue sky.

The sunshine made the small waves on the water shimmer enticingly, but didn't seem to make the mountains any lighter. 

"Glorious," I said, and Keisha sighed in agreement.

"Put your feet down Josh," she said, and wondered what she meant. But I did, thinking I would sink into the azure sea. Instead I found myself standing on sand with the water almost up to my shoulders.

"Wow," I said, "not the place I would expect to find a sandbar." Keisha grinned.

"No," she agreed, "I found it while fishing once and I love to come out here when the tide is low and just look at the island, it makes me feel like I'm not trapped on it anymore." I nodded.

"You're not," I said, and Keisha grinned and swam to me. The water was too deep for her to stand up easily, so she wrapped her arms and legs around me. I could feel the heat from her pussy as she pressed it against me.

"No," she agreed, "so now we need to make a very special memory of a very special place."

"Any particular ideas for that? I asked as she wriggled her pussy against my hardening cock.

"Let's see what comes up shall we?" she said, and she giggled. I raised an eyebrow enquiringly.

"Hopefully there won't be any upset people with guns or evil aliens to interrupt us this time," she said as the head of my cock slowly pushed inside her.

"Mmmmm," I moaned in agreement.

I took it slow, letting the almost weightless Keisha ride my cock as she wanted. We kissed deeply and I held her with one hand as the other gently re-acquainted itself with her delicious little body. Keisha moaned in pleasure as she rose and fell with the swell of the waves, letting the ocean choose the pace.

It was an amazing sensation, fucking in the water, and I wondered if the salt water would create any problems for Keisha. Once I had entered her she kept the head of my cock inside her for the entire time, even when she came and stopped for a minute or two as she recovered. 

Eventually we built up to what was an amazingly leisurely mutual climax. We never did speed up to the normal frenzied finish, we just let it build slowly and like one of the deepening waves it washed over us, leaving us satisfied and relaxed. Keisha smiled.

"What's next for us Josh?" she asked. I hugged her tight as my cock slowly softened inside her.

"Us as you and me, us as in the Mayflower crew or us as in the human race?" I asked. She giggled.

"Let's start small and work our way up," she suggested.

"I have to get back to Australia and see friends and family soon," I said, trying to plan things out as I spoke, "I have to be back on Androger's show next week, I need to make sure the energy weapons are destroyed, I need to make sure Rickson keeps his promises, I will have to front an assembly of the World Council of Nations and I need to set up the Intergalactic Navy from scratch."




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"Wow."

"But apart from that, I'm almost all yours..." She giggled again.

"I don't want to tie you down," she said thoughtfully, "and I don't want you to tie me down either. I will have to go home and see my parents for the first month or so, but then I'll come back to you for at least a couple of nights a week." She squeezed my shrunken cock with her pussy. "I've missed this thing far too much since we've been here and I don't want to have to do without it again."

"I'm sure we can come to some arrangement," I said and my cock pulsed.

"Oh, no you don't," Keisha said and she wriggled off me and smiled. "As much as I'd like to go again, I think that any more of this immersion and I'll end up looking like a prune." She swam toward the shore and I grinned and followed her.

We had a hard time getting all the people off the island. There was a group of eight women who had got used to the lifestyle and just wanted to stay. After a fairly passionate discussion I was able to convince them to at least go to the hospital for a health check, but Rickson and I both had to promise to let them come back after that if they still wanted to. That part of the negotiation turned out to be very simple in the long run. The island was eventually offered to us at a very low cost and the entire Mayflower crew bought it, and set it up as a luxury holiday destination. We had it only available to the crew of the Mayflower and their chosen partner. This was eventually extended to children, and then children's children etc. We still have that island today and I find it to be a very relaxing place to visit, even if I do seem to create awe with the other inhabitants who only know about the Mayflower voyage from researching historical footage.

We had a full crew meeting that evening, and it was initially attended by everyone. That is the entire surviving Mayflower crew, Rickson and his entourage, the medical staff, Androger with his camera crew and me. After we had been through what had happened, and what had been promised to fix it I had a private meeting with the crew, and I told them the basic outline of what I had in mind. What I was asking for was time, I needed to put my plan into action and to do that I didn't need the distraction of everybody trying to seek justice in their own way. Fortunately I had the support of the three other crew members who had met the Eriguons. They knew just how serious the situation was, so between us we were able to convince the rest of them to give me the time I needed. 

The next two weeks were an absolute whirlwind. I appeared with Rickson on Androger's show, and he reiterated his commitment to the removal of energy weapons. D-day for this, and the other private promises, was a further week away at the next assembly of the World Council of Nations. I spent a lot of time video conferencing Australia, but I didn't get there, there was too much to do. I had some private meetings with people I trusted, and some that I hoped I could trust. Infannzin was first, and she told me the hidden background about when the military was disbanded. It was dynamite information, but totally without any evidence. I convinced Rickson to lend me three of his top researchers without knowing what I would have them looking for, and Androger did the same with the promise of another exclusive if my plan worked. I picked out the brightest scientists I could find from the Mayflower crew, and got some of them working on my private project, some on a detection system for the energy weapons and some on developing new weapons that would hopefully give us some chance to defend ourselves when the YW's attacked. I had meetings with Terek, Saunders and Scarlet and, as promised, Rickson arranged for all of them to get promotions. They also helped me out where they could.

We had an apartment block allocated to the Mayflower survivors by the authorities for six months, and many of us stayed there from the start. Those that wanted to go back to the island did so after the formalities were completed, and a lot went to wherever home was to re-connect with family and friends.

The sudden turnaround in the attitude toward the Mayflower mission and crew from the authorities was surprising, even though it was pretty much the only option available, considering the massive exposure that Androger had given us and the huge public outcry that followed it. Publicly we were hailed as heroes who had been very badly mistreated, and we were given every possible accolade. Two days after the main group had departed from the island there was a civic reception for us in Hvaast Square, beside the skeleton of the Mayflower, and after that we went our separate ways. The reception was the last time that all of the Mayflower survivors were together, and there were quite a few of them that I never saw again. Because we had all been living that closely together for so many years it wasn't surprising that some of us needed to get away.

A lot of the survivors were badly damaged by the voyage, either physically or emotionally. It did prey on my conscience for a long time that just ten years after our return Hugh, Neil and I were the only remaining male survivors. That exit from YW 4597 had really knocked the guys around badly, but I eventually came to the conclusion that without doing that they would have died there very quickly, so most at least got to make it home and say their goodbyes. 

Our island was divided into two sections by an unspoken agreement, and fourteen of the crew who returned lived on their side as recluses. Those of us who used the island as a holiday destination left them alone and if they wanted to socialise they would approach us. They were all women, and when I was there some of them would initiate sex both for the physical pleasure and also for the therapeutic effect.

Bira, Sandy, Tish and Tash were all survivors, and they had been living together as a foursome on the island. They initially moved into two adjoining apartments and Bira and Sandy continued their all girl sexual lifestyle for a while. They were pretty much a couple, but they would sometimes add Tish and Tash to their lovemaking for a bit of variety. 

Tish and Tash on the other hand were keen to return to heterosexual sex, and they double teamed me quite a few times in that first couple of months before they found themselves some new boyfriends who didn't mind that sometimes they weren't available due to their lesbian roles with Bira and Sandy. The boys tried a few times to join them, but it never happened.

I was due to face the assembly of the World Council of Nations, and it quickly became apparent to both Rickson and me that there was going to be some strong opposition to pretty much everything that we had agreed on. These were the most powerful people in the world, and they did not take kindly to being forced into anything. 

So a few days before it started I strongly suspected that the result would depend on my plan B, and I crammed in as much preparation as I could.

An assembly is not open to the public, and is not recorded in any manner, with the exception of the official assembly secretary who takes the minutes and then locks them in a vault in case there is ever a dispute of what has been resolved. The members of the assembly are very clever people, and they have trained their memories to such an extent that disputes happen less than once a year.

A visitor to the assembly is rare, and these are mainly expert scientists, senior security staff, or 'right place, right time' witnesses to a particular occurrence. I was classified as the last of those. A visitor is only there when business directly affecting their knowledge is being discussed, and they are given only very limited opportunity to speak freely. Other than that they must remain silent unless they are asked a question.

Because Rickson was President he should have been our main hope. He had introduced my demands as proposals to be voted on, and when they were ready to discuss them I was escorted in by two of the assembly security guards. The assembly chamber and meeting rooms are all housed within an artificial data black spot, so communicators do not work, but even so mine was taken before we entered. They even wanted to take my pen, but I demonstrated exactly what it was and I was permitted to keep it.

Back then there were one hundred and forty seven members of the assembly, and all but two were present when I came in. The chamber is circular, and is set up as an amphitheatre with rows of desks rising up in layers around a small flat circular area. At one end there is the entrance tunnel, and I was led through this and taken up some steps to the visitor's pen, which was directly above the entrance tunnel. Opposite me, and right at the top Rickson sat alone behind his desk in a noticeably larger area than anyone else had. Below him were the three Marshalls, who were responsible for ensuring that the rules of the assembly were obeyed. All of the assembly members sat at the desks, and each of them had a three digit number in front of them. Within the assembly they only used the numbers, not names, to refer to each other and themselves. 

I was introduced to the assembly by one of the Marshalls as 'Mr Josh Scabbard, the person who was in charge of the Mayflower when it returned to Earth'. No title of rank, and not even a vague attempt to show any respect. It seemed to me that the massive roar of public opinion hadn't quite been heard in this closed chamber.

"We are here," Member 239, who was one of the Marshalls, announced, "to consider proposals alpha 72 through to alpha 77, all introduced by Member 43 and relating to the voyage of the Mayflower and to her crew." Rickson had the number 43 on his desk. I was interested to see that when the Marshall spoke his number illuminated. I thought that was a very good way of seeing who was talking when there was such a large group. I found out later that only one person could speak at a time and each desk, including mine, had a blue and a red light with a touch panel below. If the red light was on someone else was talking and your microphone was off. If the blue light was on and you touched the panel the light would turn green and you could talk. Because I was in the visitor's pen my light was red all the time except for my two chances to talk and when I was answering questions.

"Proposal Alpha 72 is to grant the entire crew of the Mayflower, including Mr Scabbard, immunity from any prosecutions resulting from their expedition," the Marshall said, and there was a low murmur of dissent from the assembly. I was surprised, I hadn't asked for that one because I hadn't considered it to be even remotely necessary.

"Proposal Alpha 73 is to double the current pay claims of the Mayflower crew that refer to their pre-trip documents," the Marshall said, and there was another low murmur. This was not looking good.

"Proposal Alpha 74 extends the claims of proposal Alpha 73 to all of the deceased crew members of the Mayflower crew." This created a roll of indignant muttering.

"Proposal Alpha 75 calls for a minimum of three assembly members, including Member 301, to be charged with treason and other offences as a consequence of the handling of the return of the Mayflower," the Marshall continued and the room was filled with howls of outrage.

"Restraint please Members," one of the other Marshalls, Member 51, said, "there will be ample opportunity to voice your opinion when these proposals are discussed." Even with this it still took another minute or so for the noise to abate enough for the reading of the proposals to continue.

"Proposal Alpha 76 is for the reinstatement of the Inter Galactic Navy under the command of Mr Scabbard," the first Marshall finally said, and this time there was derisive laughter which again took some time to die down.

"And finally proposal Alpha 77 is the re-introduction of the previous proposal Gamma 98 to ban and destroy all 'energy weapons' that is those weapons that use a pro-inverter reactor to provide their power. Proposal Gamma 98 was defeated with 128 votes against and 15 votes for."

I could see the massive negative reaction toward these proposals, and how it was almost entirely directed towards Rickson. Reluctantly I acknowledged to myself that he had probably committed political suicide just by keeping his word to me. 

"Member 43, please state your case for these proposals," Member 164, the final Marshall said, and all eyes turned to Rickson as he stood up.

"Assembly members and visitor," he said, "we have been caught doing something that is underhanded, dishonest and illegal." There was angry muttering again. 

"More importantly than that, we have to make an extremely hard decision today. But that decision is our only chance of avoiding the complete eradication of humanity." He looked around, challenging all of the members who would meet his gaze. 

"There are four people in this chamber today who were there when we received the warning from the Eriguons, and if we continue to ignore it they will wipe us out. Proposal Alpha 77 is the most critical one here, the others rely on us all to look into our consciences and to do what is right, but that one requires us to make a decision that will decide if we survive or not." He slowly scanned the entire area. 

"It is now up to you." Rickson sat down.

"Mr Scabbard," Member 164 said quickly, "you have a maximum of two minutes to address this assembly and state your case. When that is done you are not to speak unless you are answering a question. You will have another two minutes to sum up before we ratify the votes, do you understand?" My light went green.

"I do," I affirmed. He nodded and my light stayed green. I stood.

"Members of the Assembly," I said, "I thank you for this opportunity." I looked around the assembly slowly. Although I was limited in time I didn't want to appear to be rushed. 

"On the eighth of August 2065 the Mayflower left Earth with a compliment of two hundred and seventy six people on board. Our mission was to investigate a very faint signal from the planet YW4597. In a trip totally unprecedented in human history we reached the planet, we were captured by aliens, and the men were taken to the planet as slaves. We lost eighty six good men there, but even when it seemed that all was lost we managed to escape, to severely maim our enemy, and to return home." I paused and looked around. Some of the members were watching me but others were studiously looking in the other direction, feigning boredom. I had expected that, and I didn't let it put me off.

"On the seventeenth of February 2077 the Mayflower returned to Earth, but instead of being hailed as the heroes they were, the crew were marooned on deserted island and left to die." I looked around again.

"Thirty seven good and loyal people survived the trip and survived the aliens only to die on that island because of a political decision made by this assembly." There was a rumble of anger at this. 

"You are the only ones who can set this wrong right, and you can do it by passing all of the proposals." Not many were returning my stare now.

"Member 43 is also correct in regards to proposal Alpha 77. I was at the meeting, and I know that he Eriguons have the both power and the intent. If we do not destroy our energy weapons voluntarily then they will destroy us." I looked around again, and when I met Rickson's eyes across the chamber he nodded slightly.

"Thank you," I said, and I sat down.

From the moment the discussion started I knew that none of the proposals would be passed, and I deliberately took my pen and paper out and started to make notes. I got a lot of shocked looks, because record taking in the assembly was very strictly prohibited. But then three members started whispering together and then they whispered to those around them. I watched as a message was passed all the way around the assembly and I wasn't challenged. I kept my smile from showing. They had decided to keep that one in reserve.

I wrote down the three members' numbers, 11, 142 and 97, and below them I wrote down 301 and put a tick next to it. The Deputy Vice Minister for Compliance had already made it to my confirmed list.

"Proposal Alpha 72 is to grant the entire crew of the Mayflower, including Mr Scabbard, immunity from any prosecutions resulting from their expedition." Marshall 239 said, "Discuss now." I saw the three ringleaders whispering together again as the first comments were made.

"We did treat the Mayflower crew er... a little bit shabbily," Member 55 said.

"I can't see anything that they would need to be prosecuted for," Member 103 agreed.

"Maybe they really are heroes after all?" Member 85 suggested. There was a general mumble of approval, but I saw the three ringleaders each talking to someone beside them. The first one spoke.

"Why should anybody be immune from prosecution?" Member 75 asked, and I nodded. I could already see how this was done, I wrote 75 on my list.

"They must be hiding something," Member 227 asserted.

"If we on the assembly are not immune to prosecution why should anybody be?" asked Member 18.

"I would like to ask the visitor a question," Member 75 said.

"Proceed," Member 51 replied.

"Mr Scabbard, what laws have you broken that make you need this ridiculous protection?"

"None," I replied firmly, and he smiled.

"Didn't you disobey a direct order when you arrived back on Earth?" he asked maliciously.

"That wasn't..." my light went red and the rest of my sentence was not heard.

"If the visitor is asked a closed question he must reply either 'yes' or 'no' without embellishment," Member 239 said, "now please answer the question." My light went green. I thought about it and technically I had disobeyed a direct order, even if that order was unlawful.

"Yes," I replied, and I made a note.

There was a bit more discussion and the vote was taken. The proposal was defeated 136 to 9. This was not good, although all the votes needed to be ratified after Rickson and I had made our final submissions for them to be binding.

"Proposal Alpha 73 is to double the current pay claims of the Mayflower crew as detailed in their pre-trip documents," Member 51 announced, "Discuss now."

I saw that the process they were going through was the same. A few members spoke up with lukewarm support agreeing that the crew had been badly treated and they deserved something extra, and while this was happening the three ringleaders whispered and then passed their messages on.

"Most of this voyage was spent just riding through space; they are paid too generously already."

"Is this just greedy people who are using the media and uneducated people to try and force the assembly to do what they want?"

"These were military agreements, and they were all terminated when the military was disbanded."

Then there was the inflammatory question to me.

"Do you honestly think you deserve to earn more this year than any of the hardworking politicians in this chamber?"

"Yes," I replied, putting more of them offside, and I made another note.

Proposal defeated 138 to 7.

"Proposal Alpha 74 extends the claims of proposal Alpha 73 to all of the deceased crew members of the Mayflower crew. As proposal Alpha 73 was defeated we will not require a vote on this proposal." 

"Proposal Alpha 75 calls for three or more assembly members, including Member 301, to be charged with treason and other offences as a consequence of the handling of the return of the Mayflower. Discuss now." 

"Why are discussing something that is just a personal attack on a respected member of this assembly?"

"It is up to the judiciary to lay charges against any person."

"An assembly member cannot be charged with treason unless they have betrayed their country, and none of us can be accused of that."




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"Mr Scabbard, do you feel more qualified than our entire judicial system to judge Member 301?"

"No." I took more notes. I had realised by then what they were doing. They were deliberately asking questions that I would want to defend my answers to, and my entire time at the end would become tied up with this. I had to admit it was clever. I had now added a couple more numbers to my list as I identified the mouthpieces being used by the ringleaders. Looking across at Rickson I could see he could read the writing on the wall, and he really didn't like what he found there.

Proposal defeated 144 to 1.

"Proposal Alpha 76 to reinstate the Inter Galactic Navy under the command of Mr Scabbard. Discuss now." 

"Why would we reinstate a violent, outdated and unnecessary organisation?"

"This is just a push for personal power."

"Trying to shore up a doomed presidency using a military coup."

"Mr Scabbard, has the military been necessary for the defence of any people or nations here on Earth since the end of the third wold war?"

"No."

Proposal defeated 144 to 1.

I felt sorry for Rickson. I had pushed him into a losing battle and given him no other option. He looked defeated already.

"Proposal Alpha 77 to ban and destroy all 'energy weapons'. Discuss now."

At least this one showed some level of support.

"I was there, and this is true, we have to support this one or we will be wiped out."

"We have to accept this one if we want to survive."

"Who are these Eriguons anyway, and why do we accept their authority?"

"These aliens are far stronger than we are."

"By destroying these weapons we lose the only competitive advantage we have."

"They have far superior technology than we do."

"People have the right to choose themselves."

"I for one no longer have confidence in the ability of Member 43 to lead this assembly."

"I agree."

The wolves were closing in for the kill.

"Mr Scabbard, when you were a prisoner on YW4597 could you have defeated the aggressive aliens and escaped without the energy weapon you used?"

"No."

Proposal defeated 98 to 47.

"Before we vote to ratify these votes the introducing Member and the visitor may speak to the assembly for no more than two minutes," Member 51 said. "Member 43?"

Rickson slowly got to his feet.

"We had a chance to save this planet, fellow members, and you chose not to take it. At least you will not have to live with that decision for too long."

He sat down and hung his head. Then at a signal from the ringleaders what they thought was their trap was sprung.

"Before we hear from Mr Scabbard," Member 164 said, "I ask the security guards to remove the paper and pen he has been using in flagrant disregard of rule 43Q910 which specifically bans the use of any recording device in this assembly." I grinned, it was perfect timing.

"I am sorry Member 164," a security guard said from a desk on the bottom level, "we cannot do that, he is not in contravention of that rule." 

"How can that be?" Member 142 asked suddenly. It was the first time any of the ringleaders had spoken directly.

"Mr Scabbard is using a Makeo fading marker and temporary paper in accordance with rule 43S281," the guard explained, and there was a sudden silence.

Many years earlier there was a member of the assembly who was involved in an accident and lost his short term memory. The Makeo fading marker and temporary paper were created to enable him to make notes during a sitting that were guaranteed to erase before they could leave the chamber. The rule permitting their use had never been repealed.

"That's not possible." said Member 97, "There was only ever one made and it is in the National Museum? He must have stolen it!" I grinned and made another note.

"Mr Scabbard has produced an authenticated permission from the Director of the Museum and the Head of Museum Security to have possession of this equipment," the security guard said.

"That was a pretty serious accusation you just made, Member 97," Rickson said, and the woman suddenly looked shocked.

"Withdrawn," she said quickly, obviously hating it. I smiled and silently thanked Terek and Saunders who had both used contacts and favours to give me access to this equipment. I didn't actually need it, I had committed to memory all of the information I needed, what I had needed and now got was a level of credibility in the chamber.

"Mr Scabbard, you may now speak," Member 239 said, and as my green light went on I stood up to drop my bombshell.

"On the 31st of October 2068 this assembly voted to disband the military," I said, and I immediately saw some startled looks. 

"Because of the Halloween celebrations this vote was taken by just one hundred and ten members. The records were falsified to show there were one hundred and eleven members present because this assembly must have seventy five percent of the members present to be able to make decisions on proposals." There were a lot of angry people now, but while I was talking they couldn't interject.

"Member 8 was actually away with his family at the time, a fact that can easily be proven, but the official records show him to be present." I was starting to hear the cries of outrage now, but I continued.

"Because this vote was illegal the military has never legally been disbanded, and the crew of the Mayflower and myself are still serving members. As mentioned earlier by Member 18 an assembly member cannot be charged with treason unless they have betrayed their country, however deliberately sending serving military members to their death in a time of peace is one of the offences listed as betraying your country."

The roar had died away as the members suddenly realised what was at stake.

"Twenty one of the members who were aware of this offence have since left the assembly, so ninety of you are now guilty of treason," I said, and then I stuck the needle in further. 

"However Member 8 challenged this vote on his return and ten other members who had not been present sat on the review council on the thirteenth of November 2068 that ruled that the vote had been legitimate. By covering up this crime they too are guilty of treason." I saw a lot of ashen faces.

"Before I entered this assembly I formally filed treason charges against ninety nine members of this assembly, and as you know I have only two hours to withdraw those charges before they are made public." I now had their undivided attention and you could have heard a pin drop in the chamber.

"If you do not ratify the earlier votes, and if the proposals are all passed when the re-vote is called I will drop the charges against all except the eleven Members on my list who I judge to have sabotaged this sitting of the assembly. Sadly there are twelve who I would like to charge but one has joined this assembly since this vote and has reasonable deniability. If your earlier decisions are ratified now this assembly will be dissolved today as the majority of members will be unable to continue in their positions while the charges are heard." I looked around and Rickson's head was held high again. He recognised a lifeline when he saw one.

"I think that is all," I sad, and I sat down.

"How can you even think that you can get away with blackmailing this assembly like this?" Member 11 asked, forgetting to use a closed question.

"This is not blackmail," I replied, "it is a negotiation, and I am in the position of power."

It took the assembly just twelve minutes reject the ratification, re-vote and pass all proposals, even proposal 76, the base part of which now appeared to be superfluous. I hurried out and amended my charges as promised. Members 301, 11, 142, 97, 164, 75, 18, 119, 98, 65 and 41 were all charged and eventually found to be guilty of treason.



First Immortals Ch. 10



First up I would strongly suggest that if you haven't read the earlier chapters please do so before reading this one, it will explain a lot of things...

Now, enjoy. BB1212

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"So Josh," a very relieved Rickson said later that night at The Dustings, "what made you look into the vote to disband the military?"

I considered my reply for a moment. Both he and Androger had generously lent me their research assistants and had given me the level of trust that I had requested. What that meant was because they had respected the confidentiality of my investigation they also had no idea of what was coming when I went into the assembly. This ended up working well for Rickson, because he had obviously been just as surprised as the others when I dropped my bombshell, so there was never any suggestion that he had been in on it and had betrayed his fellow council members. I owed Rickson, but I also didn't want to give away my main source of information.

"There are places," I replied, "where people feel comfortable talking about delicate things when really they shouldn't."

"Such as?" Rickson asked.

"Usually somewhere that you are familiar with, and where it is restricted to private members," I replied. 

"For example?" 

"For example, let's say you regularly attend a gym."

"I do." Rickson looked interested.

"OK, so you can talk freely at the gym because there are just fellow members of the assembly there, right?"

"Yes," he said, sounding like he was trying to humour me.

"But that's wrong," I continued, "at the gym there are also support staff, you know, trainers, workout programmers, cleaners, desk staff and so on aren't there?"

"But they all have been thoroughly screened by security," Rickson protested.

"True," I replied, "but that only means they are unlikely to be spies. What if someone heard you talk about a huge contract that was going to be awarded to a particular company? What if that someone had a partner who worked at a competitor and happened to mention it?"

"So you are saying that someone working at the gym gave you the information. But why would they? They don't even know you?" Sometimes Rickson was far too obviously a politician.

"That's not what I am saying at all," I replied, "I'm saying that there are ears everywhere, and that somewhere, someone said something they shouldn't have in front of someone else, who then felt the need to pass the message on. It could have been anyone... even... Infannzin, that's your name isn't it?" Infannzin had been topping up our wine as we talked, and she jumped nervously when I spoke to her.

"Um, yes sir, it is," she replied nervously.

"What were just talking about dear?" Rickson asked.

"I don't know Mr President," she replied, "I wasn't listening."

"See," Rickson said as she walked away, "the staff here is trained not to listen in to our conversations. I'll have to look into the gym though..."

Only a few hours later, as Infannzin and I lay next to each other panting from exertion she punched me lightly on the arm.

"You could have cost me my job," she admonished, but I just grinned.

"No," I said, "I just made sure that you would be the last one he suspected."

I reached for a perfect breast, and she smiled.

The 17th of February 2078 was declared the first Mayflower Day, a holiday celebration commemorating our return which is still observed today more than four hundred years later. For me it started a seventeen year tradition when Bira and Sandy joined Tish and Tash and came to me for what would become an annual all night orgy, and Bira and Sandy's only sexual contact outside their intimate foursome. Strangely enough it was Sandy who seemed to enjoy her once a year fuck more than Bira, but both of them spoke eagerly about the approaching event each year.

I had a lot of juggling to do over the next few months. I secured Hinchlet as the initial home of the Intergalactic Navy, and we immediately started recruiting. Because of the huge level of publicity surrounding us we were very successful, and within six months we had our initial years target number of five thousand. Included in this was a group of sixty five Mayflower survivors and eight hundred and forty two members with previous military experience, so at least we didn't have to start totally from scratch.

We ordered two hundred of the mark two Stellars, which were to be an upgraded version of the ones I qualified on. They had updated drives which were pretty much the same as the ones on the Mayflower, and they were set up to carry weapons, even though we hadn't yet developed any they we would be able to use. The first fifty of the new Stellars were delivered seven months after the order, so before that happened we took of the old ones out from their retirement and installed the drives that had been salvaged from the Mayflower in them to give us something to train in. Another special feature of the new aircraft was a manual override option. By operating a single physical lever we could fly the craft manually and even if our enemies were able to remotely access our computers they couldn't disable our ship or take over the controls. What we didn't have a solution for was us being frozen, although I did install a micro movement joystick control on my personal craft, which was one of the old and updated ones. For purely sentimental reasons I chose the one that Birra and I had taken around the world all those years ago.

I took part in the negotiations to buy the island the Mayflower crew had been marooned on, I had to supply evidence at the treason trials, (which was worthwhile because all of those charged were convicted), I had to appear on countless episodes of Androger's show, talking about everything from the Mayflower voyage, our rescue, the recruiting drive and I even did a show on how to survive sex with a YW by ensuring you had spectacular staying power and you always made sure the girl came first. For a couple of years after that one I received regular messages of thanks from women and a few desperate pleas for help from men.

Sex was regular, and even though Keisha had moved in with me she encouraged me to 'play the field', and insisted on hearing all about it each time I had sex with another woman. After she heard the story she would then try to outdo whatever it was that we had done. The agreement, of course, worked both ways and she often came to me with her own tales of carnal experimentation.

On the scientific front we had four main projects on the go. I had one team working on weapons development, and they had groups focusing on projectile weapons, light technology, sound technology and matter manipulation. Another team was working on developing a technology to detect energy weapons, because although the collection and destruction of these was proceeding according to plan I suspected that there would be some people who wanted to hide them when the final call was made. We were all painfully aware that the Eriguons had effectively removed the only defensive weapons that we had when they banned our energy weapons, and we were hoping the weapons research could fill the sudden gap. Another team was working on telepathy. We knew that mind communication was used by the YW's, the Eriguons and obviously many other races, and we really needed to catch up somehow. The last main scientific project we were running was the development of the next generation of intergalactic aircraft. I was still expecting the YW's to turn up looking for revenge and not only did we have nothing to fight them with, we also had nothing to fight them from and we certainly didn't want the battlefield to be Earth.

I found that my new role mostly involved juggling people, personalities and egos. By this stage money was not the major motivator any more on Earth, so a lot of the staff were in it for the glory and prestige. Sure, we had quite a lot who were there because they believed that the job was critical to the survival of the species, but they were normally not the ones who caused me problems. When you couple the egos with the famously eccentric thinking of gifted scientists throughout the course of history then it was always going to be an interesting job for me to make any of this work. When I was asked by Rickson how we were going I would always tell him that it was a lot like herding cats. 

As an example, one of our major breakthroughs came by accident one day when I was in the weapons development area helping to inspire Mortiguan, who was one of the development team leaders. Mortiguan, who was better known as 'Lab Rat', was one of the more unusual personalities on my team. She had taken the body pigmentation craze to an extreme level by choosing a body pigmentation that was based on the darkest and most matt black colour available. On our shade scale she had managed to achieve a number ninety nine, which was darker than any natural skin shade, and the only reason that she wasn't a hundred was to leave room in case someone found a way to make and even darker colour in the future. Adding just short cropped matt black hair to this package she was a lot like the old stealth aircraft, but on legs. Her legs were pretty darn nice too, and on this particular day I was enjoying the view of them as I stroked my cock in and out of her totally matt black pussy from behind. With her total body pigmentation she wasn't even pink on the inside. But the thing that was really unusual about Lab Rat was that she got her best inspiration when she was sexually aroused, and she would often be on the verge of a breakthrough and would be hunting for a sexual partner to get 'over the line' as it were. She had the 'Lab Rat' nickname not just because she was a dedicated scientist, and she definitely was that, but also because she loved to have oral sex with females, and there were a lot of scientific labias that had helped her with her progress so far.

But Lab Rat liked a good fucking too, and I certainly had no objection when she asked me to help out.

"Fuck, that's good Josh," Lab Rat gasped as I buried myself deep inside her again.

"Yeah," I agreed, "so what's the status now?"

It was really strange, but when we were fucking for inspiration she had to talk work or nothing would happen. It had put me off a bit the first couple of times, but I got used to it.

"The aiming," she gasped as her ass bucked on the edge of the desk I had bent her over. Her squirming was obviously rubbing her swollen clit on the desk surface giving her extra stimulation. 

"Yeah? Does that mean the weapon works?" I asked, suddenly very interested.

"It does," she panted, "but the pulse has to be extremely well focussed on a specific point, so we have to have range finding, and X/Y axis aiming accurate to within five millimetres or nothing happens, at least not to the thing we want it to happen to."

"So how does it work?" I asked, stepping up the pace of our fucking. Lab Rat's team was the one working on sound based weapons. 

"Sort of like a really localised and amplified sonic boom," she said. Then she gasped. "Oh yeah, right there Josh. Yeah, um, it is tiny but so powerful that it just shatters any organic material within about a metre of the focus point."

"Wow," I said, almost forgetting to keep moving inside her, "and you have tested it?"

"We had it at the Ferguson Range yesterday," Lab Rat replied. "We first tried it on a watermelon, then potatoes, then a piece of timber and finally a raw chicken from the mess."

"And?"

"Everything just disintegrated," she replied, "no noise that we could hear, no light, no smoke, just fragments suddenly flying everywhere."

"That is fantastic," I said.

"Not really," Lab Rat said sadly. "It took us almost eight minutes to set up the ranging. No enemy is going to stand around and wait for that long."

"But it works," I argued fucking her very fast now, "it is a huge step."

"Yes," she agreed, "but keep fucking me Josh, I need to solve the next step now."

Of course it was right then that Susie chose to barge in.

"Hey CS," she said, "I could really do with a f..." Her voice trailed off and her pale blue eyes widened. "Oh, golly, I'm sorry," she said, and then she quickly turned to leave.

Susie was almost as white as Lab Rat was black. She was acutely agoraphobic, and she spent every hour of her day indoors. Since she arrived at the base (in the back of a windowless vehicle) she had not left the science block at all and her skin was so pale it looked almost translucent. She had long hair that was almost pure white, and what was really weird about was it was her natural colour. Back then only maybe one in a thousand people chose not to pigment their hair. Anyway, one of the reasons that Susie had joined the intergalactic navy was so I could regularly fuck her. So far that was the only cure that we had found for her far too regular panic attacks, and once again medical science was stumped. 

"No wait," I said, and Lab Rat turned her head and stared at me intently with her chin on her shoulder.

"I don't mind sharing," she eventually said with an almost predatory smile.

"Good," I replied, "because that is the best thing that could happen right now." 

Susie was staring at Lab Rat, and she looked petrified. 

"Uh," she stammered, "you're, uh..." her voice faltered.

"I'm Lab Rat, yes," Lab Rat replied, "but if you want to meet formally you will have to come around here because Josh has got me nailed to this desk with that magnificent cock of his." 

"Oh..."

"Go on Susie," I sad gently, "I promise she won't bite."

"Well not unless you want me to," Lab Rat whispered. From Susie's lack of reaction I don't think she heard.

I was still fucking Lab Rat, but very slowly now, and I could see Susie's eyes following every stroke. They were burning with desire. Finally she slowly walked over to us.

"Lab Rat," I said, "would you mind a tongue ride for a little while?" Again she looked at me curiously.

"Well," she replied, "you do give the best head I have ever had from a man." Susie paused, and I swear I heard a little gulp.

"What about women?" I asked curiously.

"That would be telling. Now Josh, just what is happening here?" I thought about joking and saying 'I am fucking you, haven't you noticed?' but I decided on serious, mostly so I wouldn't spook Susie.

"Susie here has a bit of a problem and I, um, have the cure she needs," I said.

"Which is?"

"His cum," Susie said, and Lab Rat looked confused.

"What?" she asked, "it now has medicinal value too?"

"Didn't you know?" Susie asked, obviously surprised. "Do you just, um, do it, for fun?"

"OK," I interjected, "let me do some explaining." The girls both looked at me.

"Lab Rat," I asked, "since you and I have been having sex have you had any sickness at all?"

"Um, no actually." Lab Rat replied.

"That's because after I had sex with a YW my cum does have both a preventative and a restorative medical effect."

"Wow."

"But Susie, Lab Rat comes to me for a different reason."

"It is for fun," Lab Rat said, "but it also helps me to think better."

"I know what you mean," Susie said and Lab Rat and I both looked at her in surprise. "Every time we are doing it the tangled thoughts in my brain seem to sort of straighten out," Susie continued.

"Wow," Lab Rat said, "you too?"

"Oh yes," Susie replied.

"I think we should, um, change," I suggested.

"Do you mind?" Susie asked Lab Rat.

"I do," she replied, "but I'm sure Josh will make it up to me."

"I will," I promised.

Reluctantly I pulled my cock out of Lab Rat's warm pussy, and it made a wet popping noise as it left. I lay down on the floor and Susie quickly stripped and then squatted down over me. Lab Rat was watching her intently, but Susie didn't seem to notice as she slowly lowered herself onto my shaft, which was already slick with Lab Rat's juices.

"Tell me about your project," I said to Susie and then I used a gesture to beckon Lab Rat. She didn't need a second invitation and she came over and kneeled over my face, giving my mouth access to her wet pussy and swollen clit.

Both girls moaned in pleasure.

Susie was heading up the team that was looking into telepathy.

"We haven't made any more real progress yet," Susie eventually said as she sat waiting for her body to adjust to the intrusion, and I wondered why I had never noticed that she liked to talk about her work during sex too. I thought that maybe it was because I knew Lab Rat first, so it wasn't so unusual by the time Susie came along.

"The electronic interface should work," she continued, "but we can't get the thought transfer process to work unless both people are fitted with it and using the global link." The global link was an early version of what we now call 'aware', and simply put it was the global satellite data network that was the next step up from the internet. Things were still very slow back then with data transfer way back in the ultra gig range.

I was teasing Lab Rat, just barely scraping her clit with my tongue, and she moaned impatiently.

"We haven't tested the electronic interface properly yet because we don't know exactly how it will affect the person we try it on."

Finally the penny dropped, and I pulled my mouth off Lab Rat's pussy.

"Turn around Lab Rat," I said, "and talk to Susie. I think she could have the solution to your problem."

Reverse cowgirl oral is an interesting position. If you try to lick the clit your nose is aimed at pussy and if you try to lick the pussy then you are sniffing at the back door. By the time I was sorted out and not facing suffocation I was listening to what must have been some of the strangest 'girl talk' ever.

"... It's like the sex is a window cleaner for the communication channels in my brain," Susie was saying.

"That's exactly how I feel too," Lab Rat said, "I can't believe someone else feels it too."

"Yeah, I thought it was only me..."

"I just love your pigmentation, it looks so... real."

"Oh. Um, it actually is real..."

"No!"

"Uh, yes."

"Susie?"

"Yes?"

"Where have you been all my life?"

As Susie rode my cock and Lab Rat rode my mouth I pondered the many wonders of the changes in me since I fucked that YW. My body didn't seem to age any more, and it was now was able to heal itself. My cum was therapeutic, having sex with me encouraged clear thinking and now it seemed that my cock was a lesbian matchmaker as well. Add to that the fact that I was now very well off, I had the ear of the President of the World Council of Nations and I was in charge of the Intergalactic Navy then you could say that I had done pretty well for a simple pilot from Australia. But I would have happily given all of that away if I could bring back the Mayflower crew who had died in the course of our mission.

But my biggest issue now was that I was still very worried about the future, and we had to be prepared. I moved my mouth back a bit so I could talk.

"Girls?"

"Huh?"

"Mmmm?"

"Talk shop,"

"Do we have to?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Oh... damn."

It wasn't quite as easy as I had thought, but they worked it out over the next couple of hours, by which time I was getting quite tired. Eventually they were on the desk in the sixty nine position, but they were only occasionally making work related comments. I decided to reward them if they did and so when I heard something productive I'd go around the desk and fuck the one who said it. When the girls realised what the rules were the work suddenly progressed at a much better rate.

The human body is a marvellous thing, and it has pretty much all the sensors we need if we can just work out how to train ourselves to use them. Put simply we decided that Lab Rat would connect the new weapon to an interface and Susie would connect that interface directly to the brain of the person holding the weapon. Even to this day, the scientists still haven't managed to build a computer that can rival the human brain, so we reasoned that using the brain directly gave us the best chance of success.




First Immortals Ch. 10



Of course I volunteered to be the first to test it. It wasn't me being a glory hog, and it certainly wasn't through boredom, but the basic logic I applied was I self-healed. If something went wrong that the medics couldn't work out my body would just fix itself.

Three days later I met Lab Rat and Ghant, who was Susie's 2IC and who did all of the work outside the main science block, at the Ferguson Range. Freed Isley was there too, and every time I saw him I was still very pleased that I had managed to lure the former caretaker of the base back into service. He was in charge of property, and if Freed said something had been done you knew it had been done right.

"Right to go Commander," Freed said.

"Communication established," Ghant said.

"Weapons system ready," Lab Rat said. I nodded.

"Firing it three, two, one..." I said, and then I concentrated on the watermelon at the far end of the range and an apple on a stand twenty metres away from it exploded.

"Oh shit," Lab Rat moaned, but I smiled.

"That's good," I responded.

"How?"

"The weapon works, and the basic principle of firing it using the brain works, but I now have to practice and get myself used to using it accurately."

"Oh." She was obviously still disappointed, and I wanted to give her something to do so she wouldn't hang over me while I worked on my side of things.

"What I need from you," I told Lab Rat, thinking quickly, "is a version of this weapon that is built into a uniform."

"What?"

"The YW's and the Eriguons can just freeze us, so if we have a weapon that is even broadly aimed by hand they stop us using it, but if it is built into the uniform and I can see my target I should be able to fire it mentally even if I can't move my body." 

"Why didn't I think of that?" Lab Rat asked.

"Because you haven't experienced the problem yourself," I explained. She nodded.

"You can use this as it is all day," Lab Rat said, pointing at the equipment set up in front of me, "I'll send Sonya out here when I get back to keep an eye on it. Actually, no, I'll send Hert. I've got other plans for Sonya." She grinned and I knew where her next source of inspiration would be coming from.

"Just let me know if anything goes wrong sir," Ghant said, "I'll get back too, we have booked two more links for today if this works, and I agree, it does."

"Great," I agreed, "make it no more than five per week for the first three weeks, just in case there are problems we don't see immediately." Ghant nodded and followed Lab Rat out. Freed looked at me.

"I'll just sit here and watch Commander," he said with a grin, "got nothing better to do."

"Thanks Freed," I said and once the others had left I practiced.

It wasn't easy to sight in my own internal range finder. Up until then we humans had been satisfied with 'about fifty metres or so in that direction' for accuracy. As history has shown we had the right abilities, we just didn't know how to use them. I practiced all day, and by the end of that day I was still only destroying the object I wanted first time about twenty percent of the time, but I had shown steady improvement. Freed saw the slow progress and was obviously thinking ahead.

"Lab Rat," Freed said into his communicator, "how many more of these weapons can I have in the next two weeks?"

"What urgency?" Lab Rat asked.

"They did two more links today, so tomorrow there will be three people wanting to practice. If they are taking turns it will be much slower progress. Commander Scabbard said they can do five a week for the next three weeks."

"Uh, huh," Lab Rat said, "I'll get back to you."

As it turned out just under half of the links didn't work. Some people just couldn't get it, no matter how hard they tried. But even so at the end of the three week period there were forty ranges set up to test the new weapon. We called it the MS, because they were the first letters of Mortiguan and Susie's names, but the same initials meant it was more commonly referred to as the 'Matter Shatter'.

By the end of the same three weeks there were four of us who could, with the use of some pretty clever variably magnifying contact lenses, line up twenty apples just a metre apart at nine hundred metres range and destroy them one by one in less than two seconds. The MS was everything I had wanted, and much, much more, and the more that we trained the better we got at using it.

It took Lab Rat's team three months to develop a working prototype of the MSU, or the uniform mounted version of the MS. It was an almost total re-design, but while that was happening I spent as much time as I could practicing with the MS, and I had so many other tasks that I needed to keep on top of as well.

I was becoming very concerned about the energy weapons. Millions of them had now been destroyed and we should have been confident that they were all gone, but people are going to be people, no matter what is at stake, and I was positive that some had been hidden. Some by non-conformists who did not want to be told what to do, some by alarmists who were saving them to be our last line of defence when we were invaded by aliens, and goodness knows what other freaks with reasons that were logical only to themselves. We had managed to build a detection system that sensed when one was discharged, but we couldn't see them until they were fired.

The problem was I didn't know how long we had left, and I had reached the point where I just had to wait. I have never been one to do waiting well; I need to be doing something. Even in those long and boring patrol flights back in my early days I was always actively doing something, even if it was just trying to confuse the computers by varying my routine so it was impossible to predict when I would next be in an individual sector. It always drove the brass nuts, but it was actually the most effective way of doing a patrol so they couldn't complain.

Then, on one day that had been largely uneventful, things changed dramatically. I had been up in my Stellar doing a few circuits of the Earth and playing with the micro movement joystick. I was able to control the ship with the tiniest of movements now, but I had stayed up there a bit too long and by the time I landed I needed to go to the toilet quite urgently. I got out quickly and headed toward the can, but when I went through the door I found myself in the large blue warehouse area again. The Eriguons had picked the most inconvenient time to return. I can tell you on good authority that when the body is frozen it does not stop the bladder from demanding attention, although it does reduce the problem a little. I was standing near Rickson and another man who I recognised from the World Council of Nations assemblies, but I didn't know his name. Having dealt with Rickson's security guards in the past I wondered how much they were panicking now, because I guessed they had just seen him disappear from right in front of them.

There was a long wait, made to feel much longer by my full bladder, while I guess the Eriguons were trying to contact us telepathically. Eventually they gave up and pointed at me, and this freed me. It also relaxed my internal muscles that had been frozen and I damn near pissed myself. I could see the newscast headlines 'Chief of Intergalactic Navy sees an alien and wets his pants'. Not the most reassuring thing, but I managed to keep in control and avert that particular disaster. I set up my communicator as a projector.

"We have been watching," the Eriguons words projected against the wall, "and you have failed to destroy all of your energy weapons. However we see you have tried to comply so we will give you one more Earth week."

"We do not have the technology to detect them," I said, "so one week is not enough."

"Please allow us more time, or show us how to find them," Rickson said, and I realised the others were no longer being held either.

"No," the other man I had recognised, who I later found out was Carlos Grent, said, "we have to do this ourselves." Both Rickson and I turned to him.

"Why?" Rickson asked, and then it dawned on me.

"Maybe he has been hiding one?" I suggested, and the man paled.

"I, uh..."

"This man will be eliminated as an example, show your other leaders," the words demanded.

"No... I..." Grent turned and ran, I can't be sure where he planned to go, but he didn't get far. Once again I got to see a man reduced to a puddle by the Eriguons weapons. It is a sight that still makes me shudder to this day.

"You have on your communicator a way of finding them," the words showed up, "and you have one Earth week."

"Wait," I said as they turned to go, and I so desperately wished to go myself, "how do we contact you?"

"You don't," the reply came, "we contact you."

Then they were gone and I was at the toilet door again. Rickson called on the communicator and I rejected it. I think that was a first for our esteemed President but I had a much more urgent matter to attend to first.

There were still two hundred and eighteen energy weapons that had not been destroyed, and the homing system that had been installed on the communicator took us straight to every one of them. It took just four days to retrieve them all and start action against the people who endangered us all by keeping them hidden. Most of those people were conspiracy theorists who believed that we would be attacked as soon as the weapons were gone and, no matter what you said, you just could not convince them otherwise.

Unfortunately, as it turned out, they were right.

It was only about fifteen hours after the last energy weapon had been destroyed, and I had just finished a 'therapy' session with Susie. I was suddenly frozen as I walked out of the building. At first I thought it was the Eriguons again, and at that moment I was relieved to know we had finally destroyed all of the energy weapons, so they wouldn't be threatening us again. Then I saw a YW, and I cursed inwardly. We simply weren't ready for this. The MS was still only a stationary weapon, because we had only got the uniform version the previous day and we hadn't started practicing with it properly yet. I had expected to have a bit of time for us to develop our weapons before having the need for them, but the fact that the YW's had turned up so quickly could only mean that they knew as soon as the energy weapons had been destroyed. Somehow we had been sold out. 

I couldn't do a thing as a YW ship swooped down and I was carried on board. I found out later that they had targeted particular people and I was right at the top of their list. All the people that I could see on the base were frozen and powerless as I was abducted, and I almost despaired as I realised that this was the most dangerous place on the planet for our enemies and they had come here and taken me with ease. I just hoped that they weren't planning on killing me immediately, because there would be nothing I could do to prevent that.

What they had planned for me was far more diabolical.

I was taken to a large and mostly empty hall, which was starting to fill up as people were brought in by the YW's. When I saw the people assembled there I realised the YW's had a very specific plan. They had taken Rickson and at least thirty members of the council. Everyone I saw I recognised as a well-known figure, and all of us were male. There were actors, musicians, politicians, sports stars and military, and we were all frozen and powerless as the YW's slowly brought us all in.

The YW's set up an area with four posts at the corners, and when they had everyone they wanted there, they pointed us at the area. I had seen this before, and I knew what was coming next. They would select a victim, and in front of everyone a YW would slip its tendrils into their clothing and create an incredibly realistic sexual image. The stakes in this game were as high as you could get, because when the human came, he died, and the YW got whatever their version of pregnant was. As one of only three people who had survived this process I knew that if the YW's decided to do this to everyone, the assembled group would be decimated. 

I found myself hoping that they would select me first, and this was for two very different reasons. The noble reason was that I guessed I had the best chance of beating them by making them cum first. This was because I had spent my whole sexual life making sure the girl always came first, and this would overrule their images requests for me to cum. The fact that I had just finished a marathon session with Susie would help me last longer too. The second and more selfish reason was I did not want to stand there helplessly and witness any more men being killed by this method. 

I was able to test my movement again while I was frozen, and I realised I did have enough to be able to fly my Stellar, but being realistic I thought it was unlikely that I would ever get that opportunity. I had survived this ordeal once, at what the witnesses said was the spectacular expense of a YW, and I was sure they weren't going to be in a hurry to let that happen again. 

They did choose me to first, but as I stood there trying to calm myself down not two but eight YW's approached. I wondered what they were doing.

I've often heard people saying 'I wish I knew then what I know now' or something similar, but in this case I am really glad I didn't know then what I found out much later.

The YW's breed using the ejaculate of pretty much any species. But breaking it down to really simple terms they aren't so much interested in the actual substance produced, but more the sort of 'window to the soul' that occurs during orgasm. When we come it gives them the opportunity to effectively suck out our life force, and this is what fertilises their offspring.

This has to be a one on one or two on one situation, because if more than two YW's are in contact with their victim when he climaxes there is not enough life force to impregnate any of them. What they were doing was making an example of me, and having eight of them there was only to make sure I was killed. They would get no other benefit. Another thing I found out later was that the four posts were cameras, and the vision of what was happening in the ring area was going out live to every communicator on the planet. 

The YW's were going to kill every big 'celebrity' on the planet live, one by one, and this was designed to destroy any semblance of resistance.

Reality faded as the YW's made contact, and I was transported once again to what I can only describe as a more real reality, or at least that was what it seemed like at first. 

I was standing at the edge of a forest, on the bank of a fast flowing river. Judging by the light it was around noon and judging by the smell it had recently rained, although the soft grass was not wet. Four women approached me from upstream, and I did not recognise any of them. They were all wearing skimpy white bikinis, and were all very attractive in a clichéd sort of way. It was like they were all just a little too good to be true. But they walked right up to me, and immediately started rubbing their hands all over my body.

"Hello ladies," I said, wanting to be polite, and they all smiled, but said nothing.

There were two with yellow hair and green eyes. One had her hair cut short and the other had long hair. They were identical in height and body shape. The other two had violet hair and golden eyes, and they also were one short haired and one long haired. Their bodies matched the other two. I could see and feel that they were real, but there was a nagging sense of something being a bit fake. 

One of the girls had her hands in my pants and was vigorously rubbing my cock. It was like she wanted to get things finished before they started, so I gently grabbed her hand to slow her down. She looked up at me in surprise, so I kissed her long and hard until I felt her relax a bit. As soon as she let go of me more hands were in my pants, and the frantic stroking started again. I decided it was time for me to take control.

I quickly shed my pants and lay down on the ground. The girl who was groping me lost contact and I pulled her pussy down to my mouth. Two can play the 'bring them off quick' trick. I felt a tight warmth around my cock as one of the others slowly slipped her pussy over it. I heard her groan as she did. My hands slipped between the legs of the other two girls, who had kneeled down beside us, and I played with them at first just rubbing gently and avoiding their most sensitive areas. 

We stayed like that for about twenty minutes. One girl was riding my cock, one my mouth and the others were on my hands, while their hands constantly working on my chest and balls. There was a lot of sexual energy there, but the girls all showed exactly the same signs. They were slightly flushed and had just started to get a touch short of breath.

They obviously wanted me to cum, but that was a long way away because something was nagging at me. Something wasn't quite right. I switched the girls around, and the girl on my tongue tasted the same as the last one. The girl on my cock had the same difficulty getting started, and felt just the same as the last one. It was like I was fucking four identical women. 

After another twenty minutes of so we swapped again. By this time the girls were all panting and sweating a bit. They were all getting closer, but again it was all at the same time. It was strange. I knew I was still a long way off; after all I had just had a long sexual session with... I struggled to remember, and the feeling of unreality grew. How could I not remember who I had just fucked?

I swapped them around one more time, and again they were all the same. I had tasted each of them, I had fucked each of them and my hands had thoroughly explored each of them, and without the hair and eyes I would still not be able to tell them apart. My body was aching, but I was still working hard on getting at least the first one off before I suggested a rest. I could feel it was getting close now. They trembled and shook constantly; their synchronised moans assaulted my ears and scent of their arousal fill my nostrils. 

They were all close, and I still couldn't pick which of them would cum first.

A movement in my peripheral vision attracted my attention, and without slowing my tongues assault my eyes swivelled sideways. Four more bikini clad girls were running down the river bank. They looked the same as the ones I was with. Surely there couldn't be eight? They were sprinting at us, as if they wanted to join our moment, but they were fractionally too late. They would have been within fifty metres of us when I felt my girls all come at the same time. They howled in unison, and it sounded more like despair than ecstasy, and they all started to throb and shake.

I blacked out.



First Immortals Ch. 11



First up I would strongly suggest that if you haven't read the earlier chapters please do so before reading this one, it will explain a lot of things...

Now, enjoy. BB1212

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I woke up aching, but as my memory slowly returned I realised I was lucky to have woken up at all. I tried to appear as if I was still unconscious as I carefully scanned the area in front of me. I was in a double bed that was crammed into a room only just large enough to fit it. The curtains were closed, but the light from around them indicated it was daytime. After a while I looked around the room carefully, and realised there were not any YW's in there with me. Maybe I could escape through the window before they realised I was awake?

Before I could do anything more than think about it, the door opened and Rickson came in. He saw I was awake and smiled.

"Welcome back Josh," he said, and then he turned around, looked outside the room and said "he's awake."

There was a momentary silence from outside, and then the sound of approaching people. Within moments the small room was packed with about a dozen men. All of them were either men I seen in the hall, or men that would have been on the YW's list. Because I was frozen from the time I arrived in the hall I hadn't seen everyone who was there.

There was pandemonium for a minute or so with everyone talking at once, and trying to both greet me and also express gratitude for something I had apparently done. Eventually Rickson called for order and it quietened down.

"What happened?" I asked, and Rickson smiled and then told me the story.

"There were eight YW's, er..., attached to you, "he explained, "and they were, well..."

"I know that bit," I interrupted, and he nodded appreciatively. I had seen it far too often myself and I knew how embarrassing it was just to watch. 

"So," he continued, "they all started changing colour, going from blue to purple, and getting brighter as it happened. When they all started going red the rest of them got sort of agitated, and they clustered around each other watching. We were still frozen, but we could feel the hold sort of loosening. Anyway, as the first eight got really bright another eight moved in. They touched the other YW's, but before they could touch you the first eight exploded, all at the same time, and that injured the other eight. They lost some of their tentacle things and they went a really deep green. All the others had some sort of sympathetic reaction, and we were released. Then we..." Rickson paused and then looked around.

"I'll let Commodore Fenhed tell the rest, he was the one who made it happen." 

Red Fenhed was the fourth in charge of the Intergalactic Navy, and the two others immediately above him were female, so it made sense that he would have taken charge. He would have been the senior ranking military officer once I was taken out of commission. 

"Well Sir," Red said, "with the YW's er, distracted I thought we should make a break for it. I told everyone in the hall to separate into small groups and head in different directions, go a good distance and then find somewhere to hide."

"He also made us all turn our communicators off," Porter Evins, a council member interjected, "I don't know why we have to do that; the people need us out there."

"I did that because I think the YW's must have used our communicators to locate us in the first place," Red explained, "without them we are off the grid."

"Absolutely correct," I said, it was very good logic. Red nodded his appreciation for my support.

"So we picked you up, commandeered a vehicle, and got out of the area. Eventually we abandoned the vehicle and walked for a couple of hours before we chose this place to hide out."

"Good work," I acknowledged, "so what's next?"

"We aren't sure," Rickson said, "we were waiting for you to recover, you have better knowledge of the YW's." I nodded.

"We have been sending people out regularly to find out what is happening," Red said. "The YW's are still, um, attacking the men, but they have also started killing women and children indiscriminately."

I nodded.

"What do we know about their numbers?" I asked.

"We've had people contact Hinchlet, and they tell us the YW's have two huge interstellar ships that are orbiting outside our atmosphere. They were somehow hidden until after we were taken. They also brought at least eight smaller transporters with them that have been ferrying them to and from Earth. We can only guess their numbers, but it could be around ten thousand in total with about half of them here at any given time. Every time one gets, er, pregnant, they are taken back to a mother ship."

"How many have we killed?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"We have no weapons to take the YW's on with Sir," Red said.

"Nothing yet," I agreed, thinking of the MS and the new MSU that had the potential but weren't ready for combat yet, "but we have to make do with what is available. They appear to have a weakness, and that is they all are disabled when one is injured, so we just need to hurt one and we can take out the whole group."

"Well, yes," Red said hesitantly.

"It's all we have," I said bluntly, "but I do have a possible plan B for this situation."

"You do?" Rickson sounded hopeful.

"Yes," I confirmed, "but it is a very desperate plan." 

"These are desperate times," Rickson said, and I nodded.

"I need to get to my Stellar," I said flatly. When I had outlasted the YW's again I knew I had dodged a bullet, but now I felt like I was staring at an incoming missile, and all I had to protect myself was a tennis racquet. Without any strings in it. 

I told Rickson and Red what my plan B was, and they both were shocked.

"Josh," Rickson said, "I can't allow this, it is suicide."

"With all due respect Sir," I replied, "I'm not asking for permission, I'm telling you what will happen. But if you do happen to have a better idea I would love to hear it."

As we stared at each other, both fully aware of what was now inevitable, a strange chirping noise suddenly appeared in my head.

"What the hell is...?" I started to say, when a man I didn't know opened the door.

"Yw's," he said, and signalled us to be quiet before leaving the room. We stopped talking and waited. The chirping got sort of closer, and then receded. When it was almost gone the man came back in.

"All clear," he reported, and promptly left again. I looked in askance at Rickson.

"At the moment they aren't entering buildings," he said, "but they are taking people from the street. Sometimes they stop vehicles too, so any movement is dangerous." 

I nodded.

"It is a risk I have to take."

"I'll come with you Sir," Red volunteered, but this time I shook my head.

"We can't risk two senior officers where one can accomplish the mission alone," I replied. This time Red nodded.

"Yes Sir," he said.

"I don't like it," Rickson said grumpily, "what if..."

"What if it works?" I asked, and he gave up. Unsavoury as it was there weren't any other options.

Half an hour later I left the building and went in search of a vehicle. This wasn't as easy as it sounds. In normal circumstances I could have used my code, or even Rickson's, to commandeer one but I was worried that this would give the YW's a location. Red had considered the same thing, but he had managed to coordinate our escape from the hall when all of the other YW's in the area were disabled, and he had deliberately abandoned the commandeered vehicle a long way from where we eventually went to hide. My plan was to meet up with someone and ask them to let me use their code for their vehicle, but the streets were deserted.

Then the chirping started again, and I ducked into the first doorway I could find. I had guessed it had something to do the YW's, and I didn't want them to find me out in the open on my own. The door was locked, and I pressed the bell, hoping there was someone home.

The chirping was getting nearer and I was searching for other options when the door opened suddenly and I was pulled inside. The door closed quickly, and I looked around in the semi darkness as the chirping peaked and then started to fade. If I was right the YW's had just gone past and I was lucky to be alive. Again.

I looked at my saviour, and it was a woman who I guessed to be about fifty years old. She looked very tired and very scared.

"Thank you," I said quietly, "you just saved me from the YW's." She smiled briefly, but the smile never reached her eyes.

"I can save a stranger," she said sadly, "but not my husband or child."

"What happened?" I asked, and she hesitated for some time before answering.

"They found us just around the corner from here," the woman said. They froze us and took Larry. As they were leaving we were released and Epsilon tried to hit one of them. It just lashed out and..." she burst into tears and I hugged her.

"Nobody survives what they took Larry for," she sobbed.

"I have," I said quietly, "twice now." She froze in my arms and then pushed herself backwards, staring at me intently.

"You're Josh Scabbard," she said in wonder. I just nodded.

"You can't help Larry can you?"

"Sorry," I replied, it was totally up to Larry to sort that out now.

"Can you help Epsilon?"

"Where..." The woman took my arm and led me down a short corridor. She opened a door and we entered a typical teenage girl's room. Epsilon lay on the bed breathing very shallowly. She was a very pretty girl, with a petite frame and short lime green hair.

"It just touched her," the woman explained, "and she collapsed. I had to carry her back here but she has just been getting worse."

"Uh huh," I grunted, and I went to the bed and checked her out. Epsilon had a bubbling rash on her left forearm, which I guessed was where the YW had touched her. When I opened her eyelids the eyes stayed rolled back. Every breath seemed to be a tiny bit shorter than the last one, and she had absolutely no reflexes or reactions to being touched. I guessed she was dying, and it wasn't far away.

"How old is she?" I asked.

"Twenty next week," the woman replied.

"Have you seen me on Androger's show?" I asked, and the woman nodded.

"Then you know the only thing that I can do to try and save her." I said. The woman shook her head.

"You can't do that," she replied firmly, "we are firm Calvanians." I groaned internally.

The Calvanians were pretty much the last religious sect who required total abstinence before marriage. Both male and female had to be certified as virgins on their wedding night, or they were not just out of the church, but also out of their entire society. 

"I'm not going to pressure you at all," I said to the distraught woman, "but if we do nothing she will die. The only thing I can do is have sex with her, and even then I can't guarantee it will work. But it hasn't failed yet."

"I can't let you, it goes against everything we stand for," the woman said sadly.

"You have to make your own decision," I said. "Now, do you have a vehicle I can use, I have to get to Hinchlet as soon as possible." She nodded, and this time I took her arm and, and I led her out to the main room again.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely, "I wish I could do more for you."

"She's going to die, isn't she?" The woman said.

"Yes," I replied sadly, "and it won't be long either." 

She nodded, and went to transfer the vehicle authorisation to my communicator.

"Your communicator isn't working," she said.

"The YW's are looking for me and they can see it if it is on," I replied. She nodded again, and wrote the manual entry code down on a piece of paper. As she handed it to me she was crying.

"Commander Scabbard?"

"Yes?"

"What would you do?"

"The way I see it there is the choice of a pure girl who is dead, or a soiled girl who is alive. I'd pick alive," I said. I turned to leave.

"Do it," she whispered, almost too softly to hear. I paused.

"Please," she whispered, and I turned back around.

First I sat with the woman in the lounge.

"What is your name?" I asked, and she grinned ruefully.

"Anastacia LeBahn," she replied, "I should have told you that first."

"You have been, er, distracted," I said, and she nodded.

"Right Anastacia," I said, in the most businesslike tone I could manage, "It's like this. Epsilon is very weak, and no matter what I do she may die anyway. Unfortunately no matter what I do, it will weaken her further in the short term. Taking her virginity will cause pain, and we can't give her anything to block it as we don't know how that will affect her condition."

"Uh huh," Anastacia said. She was paying very close attention, which was good.

"My other problem is just the act of intercourse will also weaken her. She needs to have me ejaculate in her, but I take a long time to get to that point, and it is physically demanding on my partner to have sex for such a long time."

"Can't you just, er, get yourself close and only do the last bit with her?" Anastacia asked. She was clever.

"I could, and I would prefer to," I replied, "but it takes a lot longer and I really have to be gone sooner rather than later."

"You don't want me to..." Anastacia looked horrified.

"No," I said, "much as you are very attractive I couldn't ask that of you. I know what your marriage vows involve, and I would not have you break them." She looked relieved. Then she looked thoughtful. Then she looked determined. Anastacia reached for her communicator, but turned to me before she activated it.

"Is an attractive and very, um, horny middle aged lady likely to help?"

"Yes."

"Flipsy, can you get here right now? It is urgent, really urgent."

"Sure Anna, do I need to bring anything?" Flipsy sounded cute.

"Just your overactive libido."

"Don't tell me you've finally turned?" Flipsy sounded like she was teasing.

"Just get here." Anastacia disconnected, and then she turned to me. 

"I," she predicted gloomily, "am never going to hear the end of this." I smiled.

"Thanks," I said, "I really appreciate it."

"No, it's me who should be thanking you."

"How long before she..." I asked, but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Anastacia went and opened the door, and Flipsy walked in. She was only about a metre and a half tall, with iridescent pink and orange hair and she was wearing a matching pink and orange vinyl mini-dress, but she was an absolute dynamo.

"What is going on that is so urgent Anna? Are you serious or is this just a..." she saw me sitting there and I watched as recognition hit her. "Oh my goodness its Josh Scabbard..." Flipsy was suddenly gasping for breath, and she was momentarily lost for words.

"We need your help," I said. Flipsy looked like she was going to faint.

"Anything," she gasped.

"Commander Scabbard needs to, um, have sex with you," Anastacia said, and Flipsy's face clouded.

"Is this some sort of mean joke?" she asked suspiciously.

"No," I replied, "it is totally real. Can I please have sex with you? Now?"

"I have died and gone to heaven," Flipsy said, "yes, oh fuck yes!"

I have had some strange sexual experiences in my time, and this one had to be at least in the top ten for out and out weirdness. Flipsy, whose real name was Felicity, but I used Flipsy because it suited her, was totally in love with the public image of Josh Scabbard, so I had to try and deliver that. Anastacia came with us into Epsilon's room, explaining what was happening and why. We put a blanket and some pillows on the floor next to the bed, and this was where I was going to fuck Flipsy. We needed to be somewhere where our activity wouldn't disturb Epsilon, but also close enough for me to change very quickly as my orgasm approached, so I could leave it to the very last moment. Anastacia was also going to be in the room for the whole so she could make sure Epsilon was easily accessible for me when I was ready. It was quite surreal.

I kissed Flipsy deeply, and for a moment she was quiet. She kissed back with the intensity of someone who was out to get every possible sensation from the situation. I ran my thumbnail down her back and the virtualzip on the mini-dress opened. Flipsy looked startled and pulled her mouth away.

"How did you do that?' she asked, "It's coded."

"I have a very high level security clearance," I said teasingly, and she shrugged. I used the movement to slide the mini-dress off her. She was not wearing a bra and her pert breasts showed only the slightest sign of sagging. Looking at her hard and protruding nipples I could see she was already very excited. I took one in my mouth and she moaned. After a short time I moved across to the other nipple and slowly slid her underwear down and off. I heard Anastacia gasp in surprise as I did this, but it wasn't until my mouth moved down that I saw why. 

Flipsy's pubic hair was short cropped, multi coloured, and was an exact replica of the top section of a dartboard. There was an outer black border with tiny white numbers on it, and the alternating cream and black wedges pointing to the centre. There were the two intermediate rings with alternating red and green sections and in the centre there was an outer green ring and the inner red bullseye. When I fucked Flipsy I would be right in that bullseye. I chuckled.

"Very nice," I said, and I set my tongue to work. 

I licked Flipsy to her first orgasm, and she came so hard I swear she almost broke the two fingers I had in her at the time. We then swapped and she pulled my uniform pants down. Flipsy and Anastacia gasped at the same time, and I wondered if my cock was bigger than normal. Flipsy valiantly tried to swallow as much of me as she could for about five minutes, but then I pushed her gently onto her back.

"Are you ready?" I asked and she looked nervously at my throbbing cock.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she said and I slipped the head up and down her lips a few times to get it as wet as I could. Then I pushed gently forward.

"Oh, fuck!" Flipsy gasped, and I could hear a sharp intake of breath from Anastacia too.

I took my time working it in, but eventually I had my cock about as far into Flipsy as it would go. It was still about three centimetres short of full depth, but I didn't want to hurt her.

"Oh fuck," Flipsy said again.

"Does that hurt?" Anastacia asked quietly, obviously concerned about how Epsilon would be with my cock as her first.

"Oh, yeah," Flipsy cried, as I slowly started stroking in and out of her, "it hurts so fucking good!"

It took almost half an hour for Flipsy to have her second orgasm, and that was mostly because I was taking it very easy. When she did cum it was harder if anything than her first one. The third was about fifteen minutes later and about ten minutes after that she went into total meltdown. She started an orgasm that lasted just over thirty minutes. By this time I was fucking her hard and she just gasped and moaned and trembled and quivered non-stop for the entire time. I could feel her pussy spasms making her clench around my cock over and over, but I was working up to my own orgasm now and for Epsilon's sake I couldn't slow down and take it easy on Flipsy.

"Is she OK?" Anastacia asked, and I nodded, hoping I was right.

"Get her ready now," I gasped and Anastacia pulled the covers off Epsilon, and pushed her nightgown up. She slid down the girl's underwear, and gingerly applied a generous amount of lubricant.

"Ready," Anastacia said, and I pulled out of Flipsy, who moaned loudly and continued to quiver in her continuous orgasm.

I got on the bed, lined up Epsilon's virgin hole and pushed my slick cock in. It was very tight, almost too tight, but I pressed through Epsilon's barrier, and she twitched as I did. I hated to do this without adequate preparation, but this was not about pleasure, it was about life. I fucked the comatose girl for a couple of minutes and then, with relief, I felt the tingle of my approaching orgasm. I fucked harder and a couple of minutes later I plunged deep into Epsilon's tight little pussy and sprayed my seed into her. When I was done I rolled off her and looked at her with concern.




First Immortals Ch. 11



"Is she still OK?" I asked Anastacia.

"I think so," she replied, "but I think you have blown Flipsy's fuse." 

I looked at Flipsy and she was still quivering and moaning softly, looking up with unfocussed eyes.

"She did well," I said.

"I can see why you needed a fluffer," Anastacia said, "and to be quite honest there were times there when I really wished I had said I would do it. That was awesome."

We did it right," I replied, "and I hope it will be worth it for Epsilon." 

"At least now she has a chance," Anastacia said, and I nodded.

"Do you need to clean up?" Anastacia asked, "we have a Doorshower."

"Point me at it," I said gratefully, "do you want help putting the others through?"

"No," Anastacia replied, "Epsilon needs to rest and if Flipsy is able to walk after the pounding you gave her she will probably want to feel it herself."

The Doorshower was pretty new back then, and the idea of being able to just walk fully clothed through a doorway and come out totally clean was still a novelty to most people. This was the first one I had seen that had the cloth cleaning function too, and the extra thirty seconds I spent going through was well worth it. I felt much more prepared for whatever the future held.

"If I survive this war I will be back to check on you all," I promised, then I kissed all three of them. Epsilon seemed to be breathing a tiny bit better and Flipsy was now fast asleep with a dreamy smile on her face. I thought of walking her up, but I asked Anastacia to pass on my appreciation instead, and then I left. I still had a very daunting job to do.

The trip back to Hinchlet was surprisingly easy. On two occasions I felt the chirping and I changed direction to avoid it. I never saw a YW but I was pretty sure I was getting some sort of interference from their telepathic signals, and by avoiding it I avoided them. It was very helpful.

I bypassed the main entrance to the base and went to the small guardhouse that was nearest to my private hanger. The guards were relieved to see me and they promised not to let anyone know I had been there until I announced it myself. I really didn't want to waste my time justifying my planned actions.

I went to my Stellar, and looked at it, trying to memorise it. I was pretty sure neither of us was coming back, and this craft held some very special memories for me. I got into my specially customised off planet flying suit, and I climbed into the machine. I flipped the lever that set the craft on total manual control, and without further ado I prepared to launch.

"Leader one, request immediate clearance for take-off," I said.

"Leader one, are you OK?" the dispatcher said. It was a complete breach of protocol, but I could understand it in the circumstances.

"Immediate," I repeated.

"Immediate clearance granted," the dispatcher said.

"Thanks," I said, breaking protocol myself as I launched, "and yes, I'm fine."

"Good luck Sir."

I got as far away as I could in the next minute and then I turned my communicator on.

"Flimsy, this is Poster, are you there?" I said. 

This was a secret code for me to call Neale Chuang. Neale had not re-joined the Intergalactic Navy, preferring a quiet retirement, but we had discussed this situation and agreed on the correct response. As part of his package we had given Neale his own Stellar.

"Scabbard is airborne quadrant fourteen. Units three to eight intercept and destroy," the words arrived in my head without using my ears.

"Got you Poster," Neale's voice came through the speakers.

"Situation warewolf on a bicycle, proceed Jack Russell," I said. This told Neale that there were two targets out of atmosphere, and it also told him which plan we would use to destroy them. 

"Bald Eagle. Good luck," he responded. That meant he understood and agreed.

"You too," I replied.

"Target sighted, tumbler released," a voice in my head said, and I looked around desperately. My flight computer looked like it had been shut down by the YW's so I had to manually spot the threat.

I saw a light which I realised was a YW craft at a very long distance. It had fired some sort of projectile which was rolling through the sky toward me. I tried an evasive manoeuvre, but it changed course to follow me. I hit the power and broke all the speed rules for in atmosphere flight, but it accelerated too, and was still gaining at the same rate. Then my computer turned back on and I saw five more aircraft in formation ahead of me. They were obviously letting me see this because they were trying to intimidate me, and they weren't being too unsuccessful. But I didn't have time to panic, I slowed my Stellar right down, but the missile stayed at the same speed, and was now only seconds to impact. Moments before it struck me I flipped the Stellar down and hit maximum power. The back blast from the drive pushed the pursuing missile off course, and I plummeted in a screaming power-dive towards Earth. It was now just down to which target the missile would follow, and with relief I saw it head for the bigger target of the formation of YW craft. I felt a brief scream and then all of the five craft disappeared from the screen. I didn't know what the bomb was, but I knew it would have easily taken me out. I pulled out of my headlong dive at the last possible moment, with trees brushing the underside of my Stellar.

"Unit seven withdraw immediately, do not fire, repeat do not fire."

"I have him in my sights now."

"Do not fire; we cannot risk losing more craft. He is unarmed."

"Acknowledged."

For a moment I wondered why I could suddenly hear the YW's communications, but then I worked it out. The chirping I heard earlier was the same communications, and I must have been 'tuned in' to telepathic communication as a result of having sex with the YW's the second time around. When I had turned on my communicator the translator that the Eriguons had put on it took care of the rest. This could be very handy.

This realisation left me with a dilemma. Should I who was suddenly, as far as I knew, the only human capable of telepathic communication be heading out on a suicide mission? The tactical advantage I had been given with this ability had already proven itself. But in the long run my mission was to ensure survival of the planet, and there was no point to a tactical advantage if the entire planet was overrun by YW's and we were unable to fight them. 

I turned the Stellar to the sky and went to keep my date with destiny.

The plan was simple, basic, and as I said earlier, suicidal. We were no longer allowed to have energy weapons, but the Eriguons had not actually banned energy drives. My Stellar was a flying bomb. I had originally named the mission 'kamikaze', but with the enemy having access to our computers this would have given the game away, so I chose 'Jack Russell' instead as they are small dogs who firmly believe they are big, and they act accordingly. 

"Arbour," Neale said, indicating he was in position and ready to start the operation. I waited for about a minute until I was also in position.

"Arbour," I repeated, "break a leg". This was an old show business term for 'good luck'.

"Goodnight and may your God go with you," Neale said. 

I did some research later and found out the reference. Neale had been watching and listening to comedy shows from the beginning of recording, and this was a common sign off line from a comedian named Dave Allen. I watched a lot of it myself later, but it was very dated by then.

Knowing that Neale was doing the same I turned my Stellar towards the YW mother ship, but approached at minimum speed. I set up an elastic band on the tiny throttle lever, and inserted a small piece of wood to prevent the elastic band giving me full speed. The thing I used was once called a matchstick, back when it had sulphur on one end and was used as a primitive method of making fire. I felt my limbs slowing as the YW's in the mother ship all started to freeze me. I sealed my suit, put my free hand on the eject lever and took out a small applicator. With a silent prayer I put a drop of acid on the wood.

"What is he doing?" I felt the question.

"I don't know. Prepare to fire tumblers, but wait for my command. He is frozen now so he can't hurt us."

My movement was almost entirely stopped now. I saw the wood sizzling as I struggled to make the final move, and about twenty agonising seconds later I finally pushed the eject lever, and shot out into space. 

"He has ejected, how?"

"His craft must have malfunctioned. Shall we shoot him?"

"No, he will suffer more like this. Tumblers stand down."

I was still frozen, so I could only see the Stellar once per rotation as I tumbled through space. This happened about a dozen times and I was wondering if the simple mechanism had failed. Then finally, just as I was about to lose vision again the drive lit up and the Stellar shot towards the YW mother ship at maximum speed. 

"Emergency, prepare..." I felt a howling, communal scream of terror, and then another larger one of pain.

I didn't see the impact, I was facing in the wrong direction, but I sure as hell felt it. It was like I had been slapped by a massive hand and I was suddenly propelled towards Earth. I instantly had my movement back, but with the wind well and truly knocked out of me I was still very much a passenger.

Some scientist had told me that in space, without any atmosphere, the percussion from an explosion would be negligible. If what I had just experienced was negligible, I just couldn't imagine what it would have been like inside the atmosphere. 

On my next turn I saw that the YW mother ship had disintegrated. The only thing left was fragments hurtling in every direction. I watched carefully over the next few minutes, but luckily none were coming straight at me.

I wondered how Neale was. Had he achieved his part of the mission? I tried to raise him on the communicator, but it was silent.

I could feel sympathetic screams from more YW's, but I had no way of knowing if they were from the other mother ship or from Earth. 

I used the tiny but powerful propulsion unit in the suit to stop my tumbling and set the most oblique course that I could for re-entry. Nobody had ever attempted re-entry in a suit before, it was guaranteed to be fatal, but my only hope was that was only for normal people, and I was far from normal.

Most of the sympathetic screams stopped suddenly, and with relief I realised that Neale had taken out the other mother ship. For the moment at least, Earth was safe. Well, only if the YW's still trapped on Earth could be destroyed. I still couldn't raise Neale, so I gave up and turned off my communicator, because I reasoned that if I did survive this trip I would be in no position to defend myself from vengeful aliens.

Then the heat started as I reached the outer atmosphere, and I wondered if I would survive this. I used the propulsion unit to slow my descent as much as possible, but the heat increased rapidly. Not only was my suit was modified with this trip in mind, but also I had an unusually resilient body, but even so just to attempt this was insanity.

You might wonder why I had not arranged to have another craft pick me up after the mission, and I pondered it too in the planning stages. But the Stellars weren't built to do mid space pickups, it just wasn't possible, and the shuttle craft from the Mayflower had developed some serious structural faults, so it was currently inoperable. We had no craft available to do this.

I prolonged my own agony for as long as possible by slowing my speed down to the lowest possible, and this certainly did assist with keeping the temperature down, but eventually my propulsion unit ran out of power. I had considered solar collectors on the suit to extend the time I could use the propulsion unit, but they didn't have enough thermal insulation, and would have just burned off anyway.

So I was mostly in the upper atmosphere when the propulsion unit finally ran out of power and gravity decided to get involved.

As I accelerated toward Earth the temperature increased exponentially. I could feel the coolcapsules breaking inside the suit, one at a time, but still it got hotter and hotter and my mind started to get more and more sluggish.

My last clear thought was that the arrester chute would automatically deploy at three thousand metres, but only if the suit was below the maximum rated temperature.

I didn't lose consciousness, even though that would have been a mercy, but my mind started to wander as I plummeted toward Earth. At one stage I thought I was trapped in a Sauna that was steadily increasing in temperature, way above the safety limit, at another stage I thought I was in a huge pot being boiled, at another I was running from an erupting volcano, and being slowly engulfed by the lava. You get the picture. Anything that involved extreme temperature, my mind pictured, with graphic detail.

I must have eventually cooled down a bit, and I vaguely noticed the arrester chute opening and apparently dragging me upwards, but by that stage I was well into meltdown, and I had totally lost the ability for coherent thought. 

It was luck that dropped me into the Atlantic Ocean, both good and bad. The good luck was the soft landing, because I was completely incapable of taking an active part in the process. The bad luck was the fact that I was suddenly immersed in one of the most dangerous and unpeopled parts of the planet.

The flight suit floated. Eventually. And that demonstrated even more good luck on my landing point because, as it turned out, the arrester chute was only partially functioning as sections of it had fused in the extreme temperature. As a direct result of this failure I landed at a far greater velocity than was safe. Had I hit land I would most likely broken just about every bone in my body, but because I hit water I only damaged my lower body. I also sunk very deep into the ocean before the positive buoyancy dragged me back toward the surface. Fortunately the breathers also work underwater, so all I had to do was wait, and vaguely hope that I didn't meet any hungry sharks.

According to the data I was in the water for almost seven hours, but I have very little recollection of that time, or of the first four hours after I was rescued. When I did come back to my senses I was already pretty well recovered physically, but there was an argument underway over me.

"Dammit Wasme, the rules were clear, no men on this trip," an irate female voice was shouting.

"I'm sorry Miss Shelby," another voice answered, "but it is maritime law that we respond to an emergency distress signal." At least, I thought, that had still worked.

"Couldn't you have just ignored it?"

"No Miss Shelby, it gets logged on our electronics, we have to respond."

"We can't have a man running around this yacht; this is a girl's only trip."

"He won't be running anywhere for some time Miss Shelby," the woman called Wasme replied, "he has two broken legs and spinal injuries, he might not survive."

"Well then, just throw him over the side and let nature finish him off."

"We can't do that." Wasme sounded scandalised.

"Why not, who would know?"

"His condition is logged too." I knew for a fact it wasn't, and I made a silent vow to help Wasme with pretty much anything she wanted if I got the chance. 

"Well, if you value your job you won't let any of my guests know he is on board. When can we dump him?" I decided I really didn't like Miss Shelby; by I kept up the pretence of being unconscious as I listened to the conversation.

"I think we can get to Miami in a day and a half, but the weather looks..."

"Can't we just get him picked up by someone?"

"I'm sorry Miss Shelby, there are no other vessels nearby and we aren't equipped for an emergency medical transfer anyway."

"Make for Miami then."

"There's a storm..."

"Then go through it. It would be good to get Meghan out of the way with seasickness again anyway."

"Yes Miss Shelby," there was a gap and then I assume she spoke into her communicator, "Sammy, make for Miami, full power."

"Yes Captain," a cute young voice replied.

"Oh, and Wasme?" 

"Yes Miss Shelby?"

"If you have to feed him take it out of the crew rations, not ours. And don't waste any of our medical supplies on him."

"Yes Miss Shelby."

There was a slight tilt as the yacht changed course, and a slight elevation of the bow as the power was applied. It was barely noticeable and I wondered how large a vessel I was on.

I heard footsteps leaving, and then a door opened and closed. Then there were more footsteps from the far side of the door, fading to silence. There was a pause for a few seconds and then Wasme spoke again, this time gently.

"You can open your eyes now, she's gone."

I grinned and opened my eyes. Wasme was a larger girl, maybe in her late twenties or early thirties, and she was squeezed into a tiny sailor suit that looked about three sizes too small for her. She had short dark blue hair under a little peaked cap that matched her clothes.

"Hi Wasme," I said, smiling, "I'm Josh." She smiled ruefully.

"Hi Josh, I'm sorry you had to hear that."

"I'm not," I replied, "at least I know the situation."

"How are you feeling?" she asked, obviously concerned, "do you need something for pain?"

"No," I replied, I'm good." Wasme looked confused.

"Wasme," I asked, taking a deep breath, "what do you know about Josh Scabbard?" 

Wasme was the theoretical captain of the good ship Vindication. There was a crew of four sailors on board, Doriss, Siobhan, Sammy and Wasme. They ran the ship in shifts with two on duty at any given time. In reality the computers ran the ship, and the crew watched the computers to make sure everything was trouble free. There was also a service crew of eighteen girls who dealt directly with the guests, providing food, drinks, laundry and other more personal services as well.

Miss Shelby was actually Roxette Shelby, better known as Roxy, and she was the youngest and wildest child of a computer systems magnate. With money being so trivial back then you had to be really filthy rich to be called a magnate, but Bryson Zane Shelby sure as hell qualified. He was rich, but more than that he was very powerful.

Roxy was using her father's yacht for a twelve day trip across the Atlantic and back, and had five guests on board. She was not specifically a lesbian, not specifically straight, but more a bisexual trophy hunter. She would choose a difficult target, male or female, and then use her father's power, her genuine good looks, and her totally fake charm to find a way to have sex with that person. Once her goal was achieved she would then select her next target.

The whole purpose of this trip for Roxy was to try and bed the delectable, Verginia Daves. This was quite a challenge because Verginia was a very famous actress, who was in a strictly monogamous relationship with Meghan Khan, the daughter of Sam Khan who was another magnate. Meghan had so far managed to keep her girlfriend out of Roxy's grasp, but Roxy had not given up.

The Vindication was cutting edge technology at the time. It was a one hundred and fifty metre cruiser that had an energy drive that would put my recently departed Stellar to shame, and a price tag that would have got us three more. It was a state of the art luxury ship which, regardless of the 'yacht' name, had absolutely nothing in the way of masts, sails or manually operated equipment. In reality it could have easily been run from a remote location, but Roxy liked having a crew to boss around, and was sometimes in need of some personal attention. Hence the ridiculous sailor girl uniform, which I later found out were worn by all of the members of the crew.




First Immortals Ch. 11



By the time I had learned all of this I was pacing around the small cabin that was supposed to be my prison for the next day and a half. If Wasme had any doubts about the authenticity of my identity they were totally gone when I got up and walked. Apparently I had been pretty smashed up when I came in, and Wasme and Sammy had pulled my legs as straight as they could while trying desperately not to further damage my back. They had crudely splinted my legs and left the rest until they could get proper medical help. Sammy was on duty with Wasme, so she was now back in the wheelhouse monitoring the yachts systems. The other two crew members were sleeping, having gone into their twelve hours off about five hours earlier.

At one stage I tried to take stock of what changes had been made to me when I had my second sexual encounter with the YW's. I seemed to have recovered from serious injuries faster, my cock appeared to have grown, I wasn't sure if what happened to Flipsy was an individual thing or a more global change, and I could even hear the YW's telepathic communications (although it took the translator on my communicator to understand them). Apart from that, who knows what else had happened?

I considered turning on my communicator, but if the YW's were still active, and there was no reason to think they weren't, then they may still be able to track my signal, and the Vindication was not armed. Wasme said she would find out what the situation was with the YW's and let me know.

"Thanks Wasme," I said sincerely, "you have been a great help. Now, is there anything I can do for you?" She realised what I was offering, and she blushed deeply.

"Thanks Josh, but no. I am gay and guys just don't do it for me." 

"No problems," I replied, "but in the future remember I owe you, so if there is anything at all you want I will try to help." She nodded, turned away, and then quickly turned her head back to me.

"Maybe..." she said quietly.

"Yes?"

"I shouldn't..."

"Go on," I urged.

"Well actually, it's Sammy," she said shyly.

"Yes?"

"She turned eighteen on Tuesday, and she really wanted to... um, do it with a man to celebrate, but there are no men on board."

"There weren't anyway," I agreed. "So you want me to be a sort of Birthday present for her?" 

"Only if the opportunity presents," Wasme replied, "we can't take any chances with Miss Shelby; she gets really out of control when she gets mad." I nodded.

We hit the storm then, or it hit us, and it was a beauty. You would think a 150mt ship would be stable in most weather, but this was like being on a roller coaster that was constantly on the verge of collapsing. Suddenly rain was cannoning off the portholes and the side of the ship making conversation almost impossible.

"Sammy will be loving this." Wasme shouted, and she looked like she meant it.

"Why?" I asked.

"She loves the storms; she usually stands on the flying bridge above the main bridge, and gets soaked through. She loves the power of nature." I nodded.

Fortunately I had got back into the bed when the storm hit, because we didn't hear Miss Shelby coming. She opened the door without knocking and didn't even look at me as she went to Wasme. This meant I was able to pretend I was still out. She said something to Wasme, who pointed at me, Miss Shelby just shook her head petulantly, said something else and then left. Wasme came to me after the door closed.

"I'm wanted," she said, "and it will be a long one." I nodded.

"How do I get to the bridge?" I asked, and Wasme smiled.

Wasme was right, Sammy was on the flying bridge, and she was loving the storm. It took a few moments for her to accept that I really was the man they had rescued, and then quite a few more before she would accept that I was Josh Scabbard. Apparently I had been at death's door. Not only that, but I was also her idol, and she thought Wasme was playing a cruel joke and had told me to say I was Josh Scabbard. When she did finally accept it we stayed on the flying bridge standing together in the torrential rain. 

Sammy was a cute girl, and with the sailor girl uniform on she was even cuter. The hair colour and style appeared to be part of the uniform for the Vindication, but her sailor cap was safe down in the main bridge as she thought it might blow away. With the massive gusts of wind and rain I was more worried that Sammy might blow away instead. It did make it very easy for me to check out her skimpy dark blue lacy underwear as the tiny skirt flapped madly around her taut little body.

Sammy's excitement was contagious. Mother Nature was putting on a spectacular display just for us, and rather than hiding from her awesome power we were embracing it. When the first bolt of lightning hit it became even more spectacular. The Vindication had an active lightning diffuser, and when the first bolt hit it created an umbrella effect as the lightning was split and channelled into the sea around us. It was my first time seeing this in action, and I was momentarily stunned. 

Sammy turned to me and smiled. Her saturated uniform clung to her body, and I could clearly see an erect nipple poking forward through the flimsy material. She wasn't cold, she was excited. And she was staring at me in anticipation. I held my arms open and Sammy came to me quickly. He hugged, and our lips met in a kiss that stretched on and on as the storm howled its fury around us. Our lips finally separated and Sammy looked up at me, panting.

"Happy Birthday Sammy," I shouted. I had to shout, a romantic whisper would have been lost in the maelstrom.

"Wasme?" she asked, and I nodded. Sammy grinned and our lips met again.

I undid the virtualzip and peeled Sammy's sodden uniform off her. She was still very young physically, but absolutely delectable. Her small breasts were topped with one inward puffy nipple and one firm protruding nipple that pointed determinedly up and into to the storm. I carefully dropped the sodden garment through the hatch into the main bridge, and as I did I felt her hands lifting my shirt. As far as mutual stripteases go it was pretty cumbersome. Wet clothes are harder to undo and harder to remove. Couple that with the need to ensure that every piece had to be carefully dropped through the hatch so it didn't blow away. But soon we were both naked.

Sammy looked at my erect cock and said something that I didn't hear over the wailing wind. Judging by her expression it was something to the effect of 'fuck that's huge'. I smiled reassuringly and sat her in the tall captain's chair that was bolted to the deck in front of the console. I pulled her to the edge of the chair, pushed her legs apart and then I kneeled down in front of her. Sammy shuddered as my tongue started exploring her most intimate places. 

The storm lasted two and a half hours, and so did we. Sammy came to the sound of thunder, and she came to the flash of lightening. The wind snatched away her cry of pain as I pushed through her hymen, just as it snatched away our cries of ecstasy as we coupled in wild abandon. 

As the storm finally abated we slowed down and at last I emptied my cock in her sweet young pussy as she shuddered in a continuous orgasm. At least we weren't sweaty at all; it was like we were inside the world's biggest washing machine and it was switched onto a ridiculously high speed wash. Finally I carried Sammy tenderly down the ladder, and I dressed us both slowly as she recovered. Once I knew she was at least half coherent I slipped back to my bunk, dried myself off and lay down.

At the end of their watch Wasme retuned smelling heavily of sex, and then Sammy entered the room, walking with some difficulty.

"Best birthday present ever," she said and she gave Wasme a passionate kiss.

"Turn your communicator on Josh," Wasme said, "it seems your troops have the remaining YW's on the run, and they won't be looking for anyone anymore."

"Thanks," I said, and I did.