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Galactic Slut Ch. 01

By: dweaver999



Chapter one

Death of a Slave

The tongue licking at my pussy was well skilled. The mild rasping sensation on my outer cunt lips was sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I encouraged him with scratches behind his ears, deep in the tufts of fur that surrounded them. That made things all the more wonderful as his purring vibrated against my clit, causing micro-explosions of ecstasy that jerked my hips into his face.

Having been clued in already, I had kept my fingernails long enough to be able to dig them into the skin on his head. When he growled in response, I lost control and climaxed. Crystal increased the production of my natural lubrication so that plenty trickled down into my ass crack. I thought the concept of a species whose males would not screw their females until after they had already had a climax was one of nature's best ideas. As I started to come down from my high, he pulled himself up, bringing his two cocks to bear on my crotch. Normally used to fucking the paired pussies of his own race's women, they were destined to give me double penetration with only one guy.

I was in heaven. Cocks pressed against both my openings and I was still incredibly sensitive. Again, being briefed on what to expect, I relaxed as much as possible as he thrust. He had no intention of being gentle. As near as I could guess in my aroused state, he had been doubly hard for almost an hour. As the initial blast of pain in my ass hit, I sunk my teeth into his neck. While a mouthful of fur is not the most erotic thing that one could experience in the middle of a fuck, it was better than the alternative.

Ralinti sex always has a dominant partner and the dominance is shown by who bites whom. While their fur is ample protection against their own teeth, let alone my puny human incisors, his three centimeter fangs would have come close to ripping my throat out. Unlike a Gravelian, his saliva wouldn't heal his bites. With my teeth knocking at his jugular, he thrust with vigor, driving himself (and me) to an orgasm.

Again, I had to marvel at nature's bounty. Ralinti females were unable to conceive unless they have two orgasms, one in each pussy. The first enabled them to fuck in the first place and the second stimulated egg travel from their ovaries. Fertilization rates were low enough that no one would ever consider not trying to produce offspring with every mating. Hence, I was "doomed" to have at least one more orgasm before he allowed himself to cum.

That second orgasm was well on its way. His fur was rubbing against my sensitive clit, sending waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure through my body. I could hear, in my head, the hum of joy from Crystal as it reveled in these new sensations. I wanted a big one, so I thought at Crystal.

[Hold it back. Make me wait.]

[TAKING CONTROL OF ORGASM]

Its diction had improved much in the last year. Now I was on for an extreme ride. We've agreed that once I ask It to take control of my orgasm, I can't ask for it back. I'll hover on the edge until It is ready for us to cum. It didn't take long before I was whimpering and shaking my head in frustration. My arousal levels were through the roof, far higher than I could hold out against on my own. My clit felt like it was on fire and my cunt quivered in delight with pre-orgasmic spasms that seemed to never end.

I have no idea how long Crystal made me wait on the edge of cumming. I just felt the constant thrusting of cocks in my ass and pussy. His cocks weren't exceptionally large, but they were angled so that the one in my cunt rubbed against my inner wall, stimulating my second most sensitive spot (after my clit). I ground my teeth into his neck, whipping my head back and forth. He mewed and panted, the submissive feline reveling in my domination. His thrusts became more impassioned as he began to experience frustration as well. He couldn't cum until I did, needing the contractions around his cocks to get off (Ralinti never had sex without intercourse).

Crystal let loose inside and I exploded. It felt like I should be shocked to not find small bits of me scattered about the walls of the room. With my teeth still embedded in his neck, my head jerked back as my pussy and anal muscles clenched against the cocks embedded in them. His cum shot into both my openings, hot against my inner flesh. With a normal temperature ten degrees higher than a human's, the feel of his cum in me was almost unpleasant. In the throes of my climax, it didn't matter. I was in heaven and would have accepted anything to stay there.

As I returned to earth, so to speak, Frishi was licking at my face and purring. I licked at his fur as well, engaging in the necessary post-orgasmic rituals of Ralinti sex. Crystal kept my urge to gag under control for the several minutes it took to finish cleaning his facial fur of my pussy juice (swallowing hair normally makes me want to puke). Frishi's penises had withdrawn into their coverings and he now looked no different from any other male member of his species.

"Susan, that was incredible. I had no idea that sex with someone from another species could be so satisfying."

"You still have no idea. Compared to some of what's available, a human such as me will seem tame in comparison. I'm certain that Federation scientists will find a fertility increase for your race soon after your planet applies for protectorate status."

That's what this entire tryst was about. Ralint was one of the innumerable planets on the fringes of the Galactic federation. There are forces within the Federation that don't want to see planets such as Ralint brought into it. Chief among those groups was the Hellfire group. If power could be exercised through something, Hellfire wanted it under their control. They had been fighting the people my husband worked for ever since the founding of the Federation by the five prime races.

Why the struggle over Ralint, a backwater world with little going for it? Slavery! Ralint was a world that still had legalized slavery. You'd think that the Hellfire group would want to bring slave planets into the Federation, given how federation laws forced every planet to recognize the slavery laws of every slave world. Instead, they opposed its membership. That was because membership in the Federation led to the elimination of slavery from a planet within 100 years. It seems that the exposure to a free and open society influenced the anti-slavery forces on each slave world, leading to abolition.

And that's why I was here, in Frishi's bed, enjoying sex with another alien. I'd been doing this for over a year now, ever since Brusjin bought me in a Branchet slave shop. If it seems strange to you that an anti-slavery crusader would buy a slave, you're not alone. He had been desperate, needing a woman to use as a sexual favor to seal deals on primitive worlds such as Frishi, and an expert economist. I filled both bills. It was only after we fell in love with each other (a story all its own) that he realized his hypocrisy and arranged for me to be freed by stepping foot on my home planet. I stayed with him as his wife, fulfilling all the same functions I had as a slave. For a while, I even kept calling him Master.

Frishi was dragging a claw lightly across my breast, a strangely peasant sensation. "Well, I can promise you, Susan, that my report will be very favorable. Between the sexual possibilities and the medical data you demonstrated with your hologram computer, I'd say that we'll have an application for protectorate status ready by the end of the week."

Frishi still couldn't call my virtual room by its proper name. To him, a room had real walls, a floor, and a roof. I raked my nails down his chest, provoking a pleasant growl. "Tell me, Frishi; are you capable of sex multiple times?"

There was a throb from his penile coverings as my fingers reached them. He leaned forward and licked at my nipples. The rasp-like tongue caused me to groan. The intense, nearly painful sensations had my nipples erect and me panting in short order.

"In the past, males had harems and had to breed with ten to twenty females at a time."

"Oh my! Your world will be very popular with the ladies."

My hand gripped his sheath and squeezed. I could feel his cocks growing, straining against the opening. Like a Ralinti woman, I raked my nails against the sealed crack, encouraging it to split and release the cocks I wanted to experience again. They were all too happy to oblige me.



Galactic Slut Ch. 01



[Crystal, we have to investigate this. Where are the museums?]

[THE CITIES OF YELTI, GOSTIN, WELOSH, QIOLIT, DRUSUS]

Damn! All over this world and none of them where we are right now. It looked like we would not be leaving in four days after all. Brusjin walked in right then.

"Honey, we have good news, good shocking news."

"Shocking?"

"Crystal believes that Ralint has five Progenitor artifacts."

"You're kidding!"

"No, Brusjin, they're in museums scattered about the planet." Salinti walked in, pushing a cart with our dinner. "We have to check these out. Ralint could use those to negotiate a bypass of protectorate to full membership."

"You're right. We'll have to schedule air transport to the cities in question. If they're legitimate, the word that this planet has five Progenitor artifacts will rock the Federation. They'll need protectorate status, at least, to keep the vultures from descending." He sniffed the air and turned towards Salinti. "That smells wonderful Sal…"

Brusjin stopped and I turned. It took only a second to see what he had seen. Salinti was bent over the cart, making preparations to the food, her unmarked back to us. The evidence of her punishment was gone, totally healed.

[Crystal! Is that…]

[SPONTANIOUS TISSURE REGENERATION. FEMALE IS JOINED. WARNING, THIS IS A SLAVE JOINING. UNABLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH BUD]

Crystal called those like Itself buds. It could communicate with any bud nearby that was joined as nature intended them to, with bases not joined. Salinti was a crystal slave. Brusjin grabbed her by the arms to prevent her from doing anything else. Her voice sounded eerily calm.

"Valenshenko, this world will not join the Federation. Hellfire will destroy it before such a rich source of power is protected from exploitation. The lives of the 200 million Ralinti are in your hands."

With that, Salinti collapsed, her eyes rolling back into her head. Brusjin shook his head, letting her down to the ground. Her controller had ordered her to die and she simply did. There was no slavery that was as horrifying as crystal slavery. We'd just watched three people die; Salinti, the crystal bud and the crystal base. Even worse was that Salinti had heard us talking about the artifacts. Now Hellfire knew of their existence.

*

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Galactic Slut Ch. 02



Chapter 2

Abolitionists and Relics

"Can they do that? Can they destroy an entire world?"

"Possibly. I don't think they can do it right away. They didn't know about the artifacts until just now. They shouldn't have any assets in place."

"Are you sure? Why did they have a crystal slave here?" I looked down at Salinti's body. I had a fleeting thought about just how they had ordered her to die. "I can't imagine that they'd seed slaves just anywhere."

"That would mean they've known about Ralint and the artifacts for some time now. If they had, they would've already stolen them. No, I think they're trying to keep tabs on us. You're the first person to ever escape crystal slavery alive and intact. It may be that they've never had the controller die while the slave lived."

Brusjin may well be right. The only way known to free a crystal slave, prior to my method, was to surgically extract the crystal. The process always left some damage to the victim, at the very least, mentally. Even those were rare, as the controllers usually terminated the victims before rescue could be affected, just as they had done with Salinti.

Neither of us was very hungry after watching her die. We called the management and reported her death from unknown causes. The casualness of their response raised my hackles. Slavery always seemed to devalue sentient life. Salinti's loss was treated as an unfortunate monetary loss. We decided to check out rather than be given another slave. By nightfall, we were on one of the Ralinti air vehicles bound for Yelti, a sea port on the only major ocean on the planet.

Ralinti never seemed to develop the concept of winged flight, possibly because evolution produced floating as the dominant form of natural flight. The vast majority of flying animals and plants in the Ralint ecosystem generated internal bladders of hydrogen to produce lift. Their wings, such as they were, were only used to produce forward and backward motion. Couple that with an excess, compared to other worlds, of naturally occurring helium, and you have a society that uses zeppelins as the only form of powered flight.

The upshot for us was that the relatively short journey of 1500 kilometers would take almost two days to make. The airship, the Grolit Farsh, was luxurious. Anyone on Ralint who traveled by air, did so in high style. It was reminiscent of traveling on some of the great space liners; the Majestic, The Hyperion Queen, or the Yungeril. Impeccably dressed staff waited on our every need in lavishly elegant surroundings. There were no slaves on the airship, at least not that were owned by the liner. The company wanted to let its passengers know that the people serving them did so out of a desire to serve, not because they had to. It was on the ship that we met them for the first time.

We'd been flying for most of the day when one of the staff approached us.

"Excuse me, sir," the waiter asked Brusjin. "The lady and gentleman in the corner would like to know if they could join you for dinner."

I glanced over and saw an elderly Ralinti couple inclining their ears towards us. Both had groomed their age induced balding patches of fur to show off their advanced years, something that was unusual for this world.

Brusjin nodded their way and answered, "We'd be honored to share the meal with them."

The waiter replied with a, "Very good, sir," and left to escort the couple to our table. We stood at their approach.

"It's a pleasure to welcome you. I'm Brusjin Valenshenko and this is my wife, Susan."

The man introduced himself and his companion. "Coldrin Hashil and Breli Theron." Ralinti females didn't take their mate's surnames when marrying. "If I may ask," he continued, "what species are the two of you?"

"Questions are always welcome. We're both human. I take it you haven't met our kind before?"

"Actually, we have. Given the differences from what we've encountered in the past, I wasn't sure. Perhaps you merely looked human."

Brusjin frowned. "What differences are you referring to?"

"Forgive me, I don't intend to be rude, but where are your slaves?"

"Susan and I don't own any slaves. Are you telling us that you've never seen humans without slaves before?"

"That's true. My mate and I are well traveled on Ralint and have encountered aliens from several different species. You're the first aliens that weren't slaves or slave owners. Every human we've met has owned personal slaves."

The shock we felt must have been visible on our faces. The two looked at each other and I would swear the look was one of pleasant surprise. I knew that Ralint saw limited visitations from the Federation, but to think that only slavers were visiting the planet was appalling.

The female, Breli, spoke. "Is that so surprising? I mean, isn't slavery legal in the Federation?"

"Yes, it is," I answered, "at least it can be. Federation law doesn't make slavery legal, per se, but legitimizes the slavery laws of the member worlds that have the institution. Most worlds don't have legal slavery."

"I see. I wonder why we've seen so little of the freedom you speak of."

"I believe it's because of the distance to your world, and if I may, the relatively primitive level of technology. Most people value their comforts, many of which are missing on Ralint."

With a gentle chuckle, the elderly male asked, "Why are the two of you braving the hideously primitive conditions here to grace us with a visit?"

"We came to assist your world in applying for Protectorate status in the Federation." Brusjin noted that Coldrin seemed unhappy with that idea. "Does such an action upset you?"

"I'm afraid so. Entry into the Federation would simply give slavery here another level of official approval, making our mission that much more difficult."

Brusjin and I smiled. We knew they had to exist, but hadn't expected to meet them. "May I ask what your mission is?"

"Merely the end of the institution of slavery on Ralint."

"In that case," I said with a smile, "We're on the same page. As a former slave myself, I'd like to see nothing better than the end of slavery everywhere."

"If you wish to abolish slavery, why bring another slave world into your Federation?"

"Because membership in the Federation will bring an end to slavery on your world. It's done so for every other such world. Exposure to the freedoms granted by the Federation charter and to the numerous worlds where slavery is absent and opposed on will give your abolitionist forces a powerful boost. Within a century, your world will have done away with the institution as well."

Now it was their turn to be shocked. As they looked between themselves and us, I saw something appear that I hadn't been aware of missing before; hope. It saddened me to think that these elderly abolitionists had reached a point where they had no real hope for the success of their cause. It was heartening, however, to know that they persevered in spite of that lack.

"Is there any chance of this protectorate status?"

"Yes, every hope. In fact, we're traveling to verify the existence of something that'll assure your world's entrance into the Federation under the most beneficial of terms."

"What would that be?"

"I believe you call it the Map of Heaven."

"There's that much interest in our religion?"

"Not, I'm afraid, in the religion itself, though there will be scholars with such interests. It's the artifact itself. Forgive me if this is insulting, but we believe it's a relic of an ancient star faring species we call the Progenitors. If it is, the Federation will move entire star systems to grant protectorate status before unscrupulous individuals try to steal the artifacts."

"Artifacts? As in more than one?"

"Yes, there seems to be five such artifacts on your world, which is more than have been found on all the worlds of the Federation."

Coldrin turned to Breli. "They must be speaking of the Five Hands." He turned back to us. "Do you know the history of the Five Hands?" When we both shook our heads, he continued. "According to our holy texts, messengers from God visited Ralint many thousands of years ago. The only records of those visitations were long oral traditions, until the prophet Velontin, acting on the instructions of God, penned the Holy Scrolls. The stories were then written down and began to spread across the world.

"You see, there had been five oral traditions, one that told of each of the visitations. Tradition has it that all five visitations occurred at the same time among the primitive peoples that lived then. Velontin brought the stories together as a unified whole for the first time. Did you know that there's never been more than one language on Ralint?"

I looked at him in surprise. "That's impossible! Diverse groups will always create diverse languages."

"Not on Ralint. The first contacts between the nations of the past were largely peaceful because they were always able to understand each other. There were dialect differences, but the language itself was always the same. Furthermore, each of the five nations believed that they spoke the language of God. There religious beliefs spoke of messengers who taught the founders of the nations to speak in a civilized tongue."

"That's amazing. If true, it would mean that an alien species contacted the five centers of civilization on your world and taught them all the same language. Phonetic drift would account for the different dialects. Where do the Five Hands come into the story?"

"Each of the messengers left an artifact, a gift of God. We were told to keep them safe for the times of the ending when they would bring the will of God to pass. The five hands, called that because each of the messengers was named Haond, are the Map of Heaven, the Tear of the Prophet, the Sword of Ralint, the Eye of Harmony, and the Jewel of Peace."

"Is there any meaning to the names?"

"I don't know. The Map is a flat piece of metal, resistant to damage from any source. It's certainly not a map of any sort, at least not a type of map I'm used to seeing. The Jewel is just that, a gem of unknown type that seems to pulse with an inner light."

Something in that description sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

[Crystal, can you check my memories, see if I've seen or heard of such a thing?]

[YES. WILL INFORM YOU IF ANYTHING FOUND]

Coldrin was continuing. "The Tear is called that because it's a silvery metal object that's shaped like a drop of water. The stories claim that it's an actual tear shed by the God. The Eye of Harmony is a crystal sphere, perfect as far as our scientists can tell, with three circular bands of color, much like your eyes."

Brusjin interrupted him again. "But, your eyes have vertical slits for pupils, not circles. Why would you call something so different an eye?"

"It may be because several animals have eyes such as your human eyes. I've thought it strange that a revered holy artifact has the features of a dumb animal. No offence." Our smiles let him know that none was taken. "Now, the Sword of Ralint has confused many scholars, at least until your Federation made contact with our world. You see, it looks nothing like a sword. It was only after we met your kind that we realized that it was shaped much like your hand weapons."

This reminded me of another oddity in Ralinti development. They never developed any weapon remotely pistol-like in shape. They had rifles and had developed weapons such as longbows in their past, but pistols never made an appearance. Not even a crossbow style weapon had been thought of. If their hands were unable to manipulate such weapons, I would understand why such things never came to be, but they handled Federation hand weapons just fine (there is a thriving market in older technologies to sell to protectorate and colony worlds).

Brusjin was excited and worried. I could understand why. This Sword of Ralinti may very well be a Progenitor weapon. That the Ralinti would call something they had no reason to think of as a weapon, a sword, indicated that the weapon was still functional.

"Do you have any idea why your ancient ancestors called it a sword? Did they believe it was a weapon?"

"I don't know. The reason for the name has been lost in antiquity. That's unusual in and of itself. The tiniest detail of the Hands has been passed down from generation to generation, and then recorded with a dedication to accuracy that would astound you." I'd have to tell him about the extremes that Jewish scholars went to in millennia past kept their Torah accurate sometime. Coldrin continued. "There's one more thing you should know. There is a prophecy about the Hands."

I nodded, expecting such a thing. Almost all ancient religions had prophecies embedded in them. That such artifacts would have a prophecy was no surprise. At Brusjin's request, Breli closed her eyes and recited the prophecy from memory, after explaining that the five stanzas were actually separate prophecies about each of the Hands.

"Take the Map of Heaven and keep it safe,
Until what will be days of yore have passed.
To guide the slave no more, alone, yet befriended
In her task to bring the heavens truth."

"Take the Tear of the Prophet and keep it safe
Until one of 583 shares the burden.
When his sadness comes to all he sees,
The owned will be no longer."

"Take the Sword of Ralint and keep it safe,
Until the bringer of order arrives.
The weapon of chaos will fall to the order,
To deprive them of that they treasure."

"Take the Eye of Harmony and keep it safe,
Until the end of evil is greatly desired.
Look upon the visions of the Gods,
To free the non-slaves from their bondage."

"Take the Jewel of Peace and keep it safe,
Until its brother find it anew.
Lost, then found, the home shall be,
When revolt comes to the immobile."

I asked, "Are those exact?"

"Of course. Only a heathen would paraphrase the words of a God."

"Amazing," Brusjin replied. "That each stanza, in spite of having been given to a different tribe, should have the same format in their initial line, speaks to their being given by one person, or at least by people who knew one another. Do your scholars have any idea what the prophecies mean?"

"Oh yes," Breli exclaimed with much sarcasm, "they know exactly what they mean. Each scholar has the true interpretation. Of course, you have to decide which truth you want to know first. People have been trying to fit the prophecies to current events ever since they were given. Most people don't take them seriously these days."

"What about yourselves? Are you believers?"

"Yes, though we're not fundamentalists," Coldrin replied. "I don't believe that the prophecies were intended to be taken literally. I believe they were intended to give guidance in living worthy lives. For example, the stanza concerning the Sword, speaks of the evil that order represents. Ordered societies are stagnant, the lives of their people meaningless. A little chaos goes a long way. Every ordered society will resort to the lure of the individual, specifically, the individual who sets himself up as the leader of all. Yet, that very idea of individuality will bring down such a society as the people under the leader embrace their own individual lives, hopes and dreams."

"I want to thank you for sharing with us. It's a pleasure to meet fellow abolitionists." Brusjin raised a glass. "To the end of slavery on Ralint." The couple shared our toast. One of the oddities of the universe is that the concept of the toast is universal. Even a species as alien to humanity as the amoeboid Rax understood the concept of sharing a consumable in honor of someone or something (though their consumables had little appeal for me!).

Breli and Coldrin returned to their table and the rest of the evening passed uneventfully. My sleep was interrupted, however. One of the things I still needed to get used to was the fact that Crystal didn't need to sleep, and in fact, didn't sleep at all. Its method of resting the mind was, if you can believe it, working math problems in its head. It says it's aware of our surrounding while I sleep, though not visually, since I sleep with my eyes closed. This feature means that It can wake me when It thinks there is a need. Apparently, there was a need tonight.

[YOU MUST AWAKEN. IMPORTANT DATA FOUND]

[Crystal? What is it?]

[MEMORY SEARCH COMPLETE. DATA HAS BEEN FOUND]

My thoughts were still trying to organize. Being woken by Crystal wasn't the same as waking under the effects of a slave collar.

[Memory search? What are you...oh, the Jewel of Peace. Have I seen it before?]

[NO, NOT THE JEWEL ITSELF. SOMETHING SIMILAR HAS BEEN SEEN]

[I've seen something like it before? I recall now, I thought the description sounded familiar. What did I see?]

[THIS ENTITY PRIOR TO IMPLANTATION]

It keyed something in my mind and I remembered.

I saw the dual crystal brought in on an antigrav cart. A technician wearing thick gloves cut the crystal along the joint, separating the smaller from the larger. He carried the smaller piece over to me and set it on my chest. There was a shooting pain as it sank into my body. I could feel it squeezing between my ribs, migrating up my neck and down to the back of my skull. There was a dull throb and then my body went crazy.

I remember now! Crystal was glowing with an internal light. It seemed natural at the time, as I knew that the Voratex crystals were actually alive. Was it possible?

[Crystal, is the Jewel of Peace a Voratex Crystal?]

[UNKNOWN. POSSIBILITY EXISTS. COMMUNICATION WITH UNJOINED CRYSTALS ONLY POSSIBLE IN LINE OF SIGHT.]

[So, we won't know until we see it.]

I had a thought, a very depressing thought.

[Crystal, how long can a bud (that's what they referred to separated crystals as) remain alive without joining?]

[VARIABLE OUTCOME. DEPENDING ON ENERGY SOURCES AVAILABLE]

That made sense. Crystal didn't eat like I did. It took a small portion of my body's energy to keep itself going. From what it's told me in the past, bases draw nutrients directly from the soil they're sitting on and convert it to energy. Buds are fed from the bases until they join. In theory, a high energy field could keep a bud alive for an indefinite period of time. I had the impression that old age was something the Crystals were unacquainted with.

[Crystal, what do you want to do? What if the Jewel is a bud?]

[BUDS MUST JOIN. THAT IS THE LATTICE. UNJOINED BUDS HAVE FLAWED LATTICE STRUCTURE]

Oh my! I'm not sure stealing a race's religious artifact was such a great idea, even if the artifact is actually a sentient being. To not free it, however, would be to condemn it to a life of loneliness and lack of fulfillment. This bud, if that was what the Jewel was, was essentially a slave to the religious system of an entire planet. Too bad this planet viewed slavery as an acceptable way of life.

Thank you Dani for the great editing job. Let me know what you think, I love getting feedback. Yes, I know, for the second time ever, I've written a chapter with no sex in it. The story comes first.



Galactic Slut Ch. 03



Chapter 3

The Map of the Heavens

There was no way I could keep this from Brusjin. You don't start an interplanetary conflict without at least telling your husband that that's what you're going to do first. It would, however, wait until morning. One of us deserved a full night's rest.

The next morning, he and I were enjoying one of our favorite pastimes, trying out alien foods. We'd eaten something different for every meal in the three weeks we'd been on planet. This morning was, yet again, something new. The menu referred to it as Falini over toast. Falini is some sort of animal, as the primary ingredient to the thick red sauce that smothered the Ralinti traditional round bread was some sort of meat. The reoccurring theme in Ralinti breakfasts was waking up the taste buds. They believed in strong spices for their first meal, saving the mild, tantalizing flavors for the last meal of the day. We'd been making a list of foods to stock up on for our return trip.

"Brusjin, we have a problem."

"Is this the same problem we usually have, or have you found something new?"

"New, I'm afraid. Remember when Coldrin described the Jewel of Peace?" He nodded and I continued. "I thought the description sounded familiar and asked Crystal to search my memory."

"He found something?"

"Yes, the inner, pulsing glow; I saw something very much like it in Crystal just before It was implanted."

My husband put his fork down. I could see his mind working. "We can't free it, you know that."

"Brusjin, it's a slave to another world's religion."

"If, and it's a big if, it really is a Voratex Crystal, stealing it to free it would end our mission, condemn this world to colony status, and probably get us killed. Is that what you want?"

Sometimes I get so mad at Brusjin. He can be so logical and uncaring. He's never been a slave, I have. I know what it feels like to be at the mercy of any number of people; to have one's own destiny out of one's own hands.

"How can we just ignore what's happening?"

"Susan! Our mission is not to free every slave one by one. Our mission is to create the conditions that will end slavery as an institution on every world. The only way to free it would be to have it implanted in someone. What if its base has already been joined with someone?"

I sat back, defeated. If the base had been joined, we'd be condemning some poor creature to life as a crystal slave. This too, had been my fate once. I couldn't do that to anyone, not and live with myself.

[Crystal?]

[YOUR MATE IS CORRECT. UNTIL STATUS OF BUD IS KNOWN, ANY ACTION COULD WORSEN LATTICE STRUCTURE. CRACKED LATTICE IS SUPERIOR TO BROKEN LATTICE.]

[How could it be unjoined? I thought bud separation was always for the purpose of joining.]

[UNKNOWN. POSSIBILITIES TOO NUMEROUS. BUD MUST BE QUESTIONED.]

"Are we at least going to determine if it's a bud or not?"

"That I have no problem with. In all likelihood, we wouldn't be able to free it anyway. A religious artifact like this will, no doubt, be under heavy security. We don't have the means to steal it."

"I understand. I don't like it, but I do understand."

The remaining air trip passed uneventfully. We arrived at Yelti at mid-afternoon, local time, and booked a spot at a local hotel. Like any hotel where we would feel safe, they had house slaves, one of which we were provided with. Contrary to our personal experience, the hotels on the planet didn't provide slaves for every guest, just the ones who didn't own their own slaves, or who hadn't brought the slaves they did own with them.

Slavery on Ralint was pervasive. It was incredibly easy to become a slave, but very hard to earn your freedom. The laws were stacked against females as well. The major reason Ralinti found themselves slaves was debt. In Earth's past, there were institutions known as debtor's prisons. People could be jailed for being unable to pay a debt. On Ralint, there were no debtor's prisons; debtors who were unable to make their payments became slaves of those they owed money to.

What was especially insidious for females were the laws limiting female education. It was illegal for a male to teach a female to read (and vice versa). Apparently, most males could read as literacy was seen as a male prerogative in their distant past. That meant that unless there was a woman somewhere who learned to read on her own, or a male who flaunted the law, a woman wasn't going to be able to read.

However, they could sign contracts and incur debt. That meant that women were frequently put in the position of signing a document they couldn't read. The law held them responsible for what the contract actually said, not what they'd been told it said. Now, you'd think that no sane female would sign any contract unless a trusted male read it for them. This is where the irony comes in. There's also a budding female liberation movement on the planet. The movement is pushing for the repeal of laws limiting a female's rights. Its partial success is the reason for the rapid increase in female slaves in the last decade.

While literacy for females remains effectively illegal, their rights to participate in the marketplace have been greatly expanded. Two key laws have had this perverse effect. First, females can enter into contracts without a male cosigning the contract. This would seem to be a great boon, and it would be but for the second law. To keep females from being controlled by males with no stake in the contract, a male is forbidden to be part of the negotiations unless he's a cosigner. The result is females able to sign documents alone while being unable to have a male on their side.

Fortunately, based on Brusjin's data, this type of enslavement is fading rapidly. A key import on the black market is literacy lessons. They aren't even illegal, technically, because the tapes (old style magnetic recordings) are neither male nor female. No one imports them openly, but someone has been spreading them about the planet. Soon there would be, I hoped, enough literate females to teach females in general how to read. Once that happened, only crime and sale by one's family could land one in slavery on Ralint.

Our slave was Savin, a pretty young female Ralinti who seemed awed by our appearance. Brusjin made sure that the management of the hotel knew that we insisted in giving all discipline for our slave ourselves. It was too late to visit the museum where the Map was displayed, so we visited the other attraction Yelti had, the Submerged Garden.

At the bottom of Yeltin Bay there's a labyrinth of glass tunnels. These tunnels wind through an undersea garden of incredible beauty. It's somewhat incredible that they're able to maintain such a system of enclosed passages with their tech level. The water is deep enough that very little light reaches the garden itself. It's the plants in the garden that provide the lighting. The multicolored phosphorescent glow from the native plants is stunningly beautiful.

[TUBE LATTICE STRUCTURE FAILS TO FAIL AS IT SHOULD]

[What do you mean, "fails to fail?"]

[LATTICE SHOULD COLLAPSE UNDER THE WEIGHT OF WATER OVERHEAD. IT DOES NOT.]

[Ah, you're wondering why the glass doesn't shatter under the weight of an entire bay of water. That's a good question.]

"Brusjin, why hasn't the water crushed the glass? This is glass, isn't it?"

"That's what I was told. You're right, ordinary glass would have shattered under this much weight. I see no signs of support structures either. We should look into this further."

"You know, there are an awful lot of oddities about this planet. What's going on?"

"I don't know, but it's as if someone chose Ralint for some special purpose. That's ridiculous, of course."

I wasn't so certain. There were five Progenitor artifacts on this world; more than the entire Federation has found. The theory was that the Progenitors had evolved to become a space bound species, leaving the confines of a home planet. That would explain why so few of their relics were found on planets. Not only did Ralint have five of them, but they were, according to local religious tradition, left here on purpose. If that's not being chosen, I don't know what is.

We took dinner at the hotel, served by Savin. We wanted to retire a little early, both of us feeling quite randy. Savin, however, followed us.

"That's all for now, Savin."

"Have I displeased you in some way? Should I fetch a whip?"

While I fumed, Brusjin tried to mollify the girl. "No, Savin, you haven't displeased us. We simply wish to enjoy some time alone."

"Won't you need your companion prepared?"

"No, I don't think so. What do you mean, prepared?"

"I think I know, dear. Savin, are you offering to give me my first orgasm?" Recall that Ralinti females can't be penetrated for sex until they've cum at least once.

"Yes, Mistress. It's one of the duties of a slave, to prepare the Mistress for the Master's use."

"Humans are different, Savin; we don't need to be prepared to that extent. In fact, I'm pretty well prepared already." I smiled at Brusjin, hinting at my well aroused state.

"How can that be, he's hardly touched you?"

"Just the thought of what he's going to do has me swimming in sexual need." I could see the confused look on her face. "Have you been a slave long?"

"No, Mistress, just five days. My family sold me to pay a debt."

"Do you want to please me?"

"Yes, Mistress! If I don't, I'll be punished."

"Then understand this. I'll be pleased, and so will Brusjin, if you act as if you were still free while you're with us."

"Mistress?" The confusion in her voice was plain to hear.

"Do you remember being able to do what you wanted, to go where you wanted, to be able to express your opinion?"

"Yes, Mistress," she whispered. I could see her eyes clouding over, the Ralinti equivalent to tears. They never cried, their tears being recycled back into their bodies.

"That's how I want you to act while you're assigned to us. I know you can't really go where you want, but while you're with us, you're to act like you would if you were with your family."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Would you call a member of your family, Mistress?"

"No, Mistress...I mean, no ma'am."

"Much better," I praised her with a smile. "Brusjin and I are going to spend some time alone. Why don't you make yourself comfortable in the main room?"

"Yes, ma'am. May I order something to eat?"

"Of course, dear. Just tell them you're ordering for us."

"Thank you, ma'am."

She left the bedroom and I turned back to Brusjin. "Now, where were we? Ah, I remember, I was doing this."

I leaned up and kissed my husband again. As our tongues danced, we slowly stripped each other's clothes off. I hadn't lied to Savin, I was already aroused. It had been three days since I'd had sex with anyone, and seven days since Brusjin had taken me. Yes, I was more than ready. One thing my brief experience with slavery had taught me was that I loved being ravished by my lovers. If the sex was hard and energetic, and I was mildly helpless in his arms, I was in bliss. Once we were naked, he took both my hands and held them together behind my back. His other hand started to run lightly over my body. I could feel my nipples hardening, their sensitivity increasing with my arousal. My cunt was beginning to create a small lake of juice, readying itself for his cock.

What reached it first was his hand. His finger caressed by pussy lips and I thrust my hips forwards, trying to impale myself on him. He teased me, keeping his touches light and fleeting. I was in an agonizing heaven. Warmth and tingles spread through my entire body as he played with my outer cunt, never penetrating, never touching my clit. I fought my instinct to beg for more, wanting this erotic torment to continue for as long as I could stand and longer.

I found out later from Crystal that I held off begging for twenty minutes. Then I couldn't stand it any more and I pleaded over and over to be fucked. He didn't right away, he just kept caressing me, holding me below my climax threshold. Then he stopped. I gave a sob of agony as he pushed me down, never letting go of my wrists. His cock was at my face while I was bent over at the waist.

I took Brusjin into my mouth. His cock was hard and dripping precum. I've always enjoyed giving head and I sucked him in, desperate for any contact from him. As I licked and sucked, his hips started undulating, thrusting himself in and out a bit. Being face-fucked is such an incredible turn-on. I could hear his groans as I tasted his body. With a cry, he pulled back and came, his cum flooding my mouth. Several spurts of his essence splattered against my cheeks and throat. I licked his cock as it came, causing it to jerk and empty that much more into me. When he pulled out, I swished his cum around my mouth, savoring the flavor, before I swallowed.

He pulled me up so I was standing again. There was a gleam in his eyes. I peeked down and saw that he was only half limp. I begged again, I needed to be fucked. He pushed me onto the bed, changing the position of my hands, holding them above me now as I lay on the bed. His other hand returned to my cunt, returning me to my lust filled agony. He was caressing my pussy lips again, this time with his whole hand, yet he still didn't penetrate me or touch my clit. In no time, I was writhing on the bed, making inarticulate noises of desire and need. I could feel his cock against my leg, slowly hardening again. Trails of cum, left over from his last climax, were written on my leg as I moved against him, trying to speed up his arousal.

When he stopped caressing me again, I held my breath. He plunged into my cunt with an audible squelch and I screamed with delight. Knowing what I like, Brusjin pounded into me, giving me a hard, violent fuck. I was cumming within a minute, my earlier screams of delight blending into my screams of ecstasy. He didn't stop, but kept at me, crushing my clit repeatedly, flooding it, as well as my cunt, with a near overload of sensation. I was still quivering from my first orgasm when the second one hit me, stealing my voice and causing my back to arch against my lover. My hands tore themselves free and I clutched at him, holding on for dear life.

Freed at last, I thrust against Brusjin as hard as he did against me. A growl was coming from him, a sign that his cock needed to release and couldn't yet. His own delicious agony was starting, that nearly painful quest for a second orgasm. Without the nearly brutal fucking he was giving me, he would never reach it. I wanted more sensation and clutched my pussy against his cock, tightening my entrance. His arms clasped me tight, nearly crushing me, making it hard to breathe. The effort to breathe in his embrace pushed me into my third orgasm. My pussy's tremors gave him the last bit he needed and he gave a massive final thrust as he came in my cunt.

Both of us jerked a little as our climaxes wound down. Our bodies were covered in sweat and sexual fluids. We were caressing each other, giving small kisses as we came back to Earth (or Ralint, as it were). We enjoyed a nice shower to clean up (they use water for showers on Ralint, not ultrasonics). With as much time as we spent on technologically backward planets, I was developing a liking for running water as a means to clean off.

The next morning, we had breakfast with Savin. She was very nervous about sitting at the table with us. Only our insistence that it would please us convinced her to do as we asked. We left for the museum, leaving her behind. Neither Brusjin nor I was comfortable treating her as a slave, and we couldn't treat her as a free being in public, it would just get her punished.

The Map of Heaven was well guarded. Several Ralinti soldiers stood guard around it and there were several layers of automated security. Even without making a surreptitious scan, I could see the metal enclosure, the electric contacts and the pressure plate. My scanner confirmed that the plate was made of the same unknown metal that made up all Progenitor artifacts, as well as the presence of ultrasonics and gas dispensers. Stealing this would be exceptionally difficult for anyone limited by Ralint technology. Anyone with the right Federation technology would have no trouble at all.

A gasp from some of the other museum patrons brought my attention away from my scanner. Everyone was staring at the Map, and I could see why. It had started to glow. My scanner was still recording as I looked in amazement. A pattern was appearing on the surface of the plate. From the reaction of the guards, I knew this wasn't a regular occurrence, possibly a totally new one. It's doubtful that anyone from Ralint would recognize the pattern, but Brusjin and I had no trouble. The pattern was a star map. I didn't know stellar navigation, so I couldn't tell what part of the galaxy was being depicted, but it was definitely a star map.

The guards, having recovered from their shock, started moving us out of the exhibit hall. I couldn't blame them, for all they knew, this was dangerous and they wanted to protect us. I suspect they wanted to close so that their own priests or scientists could study the changes. I took one last glance before the doors closed and noticed that the pattern was fading. What had just happened? That map had appeared right when Brusjin and I were in the room with the artifact and faded when we left. Why would it react to us? Did it react to us, or was there something else that had happened coincidentally?

"Susan, this is amazing. That's not just a Progenitor artifact, it's a functioning artifact. We have to leave as soon as possible, now would be best."

"I know. Ralint needs protectorate status before anyone else learns of this. There are probably a dozen collectors on each planet in the Federation that would pay a planet's ransom to possess a working Progenitor artifact, to say nothing of the Hellfire Group."

"You go back to the room and pack. I'll start searching for available transports in orbit."

I nodded and headed back to the hotel. While Brusjin could've searched for transport from the hotel, he needed to also find a place for a shuttle to land. Yelti had no spaceport facilities. With the available tech, he would need to physically locate such an area, a job best done by a local expert. In other words, he had to get a cab.

As I walked, I studied my scans. There was a trace bio-energy reading at the start of the glow that grew until the pattern was complete. The energy didn't correspond to any known life energy, but that wasn't a big surprise. Nothing else unusual showed up in my scan. I did have another resource, however. In the past year, I've learned that Crystal had a sensory system that detected things my scanner didn't. I suspected it was related to Its ability to communicate with Its base over interstellar distances in real time.

[Crystal, did you detect anything?]

[LOW LEVEL LATTICE CENTERED ON OBJECT. LATTICE STRUCTURE CHANGED 12.3 MINUTES AFTER WE ENTERED ROOM.]

[Was there anything else that happened at the same time?]

[NUMEROUS EVENTS. TWO GUARDS COMMENTED ON FEMALE GENITALIA. FEMALE RALINTI COUGHED. WE APPROACHED TO 9.98 METERS OF OBJECT. INSECT LIFEFORM LANDED ON METAL CAGE. CONTINUE?]

[No. Was 9.98 meters our closest approach?]

[NO. WE APPORACHED ANOTHER 0.23 METERS BEFORE BEING ESCORTED OUT]

[The lattice you detected, what kind of lattice was it?]

[MODULATED ENERGY LATTICE ON COMMUNICATION WAVELENGTH]

[Do you mean the map was trying to communicate with someone?]

[NEGATIVE. ENERGY WAVELENGTH ON COMMUINICATION BAND. MODULATION WAS REGULAR AND REPEATING. INFER THAT ENERGY LATTICE WAS SCANNING FIELD]

[Wait! Are you telling me that the Map was scanning the area using the same energy that you communicate with your base?]




Galactic Slut Ch. 03



[AFFIRMATIVE]

[Is it a crystal?]

[NEGATIVE]

I had a thought, an unpleasant thought. [Crystal, what radius was the object's energy lattice?]

[10 METERS]

Oh my God! The map of the Heavens created the star map when I entered its scanning radius. It was looking for me? Why, in the name of all that's holy, would a several millennia old Progenitor Artifact be searching for me?



Galactic Slut Ch. 04



Chapter Four: The Roger Young

I really didn't have time for this. With any luck, Brusjin would have us transport within the hour and I needed to have everything ready to go. Still, the Map of the Heavens activated when I entered its scanning field. Why? What's so special about me? These thoughts were running through my head as I finished the walk to the hotel.

At our room, I packed all our things. There wasn't much to pack; Brusjin and I traveled light. We were always having to rely on tramp freighters to reach the planets we needed to be on and such ships had little in the way of cargo space for last minute passengers. I was closing the last of our three bags when my comm. beeped at me.

"Brus, what's the word?"

"There's a freighter in orbit who's heading back to the Federation. The Captain's willing to let us tag along."

"How much?"

"One night with you."

I could have figured. Brusjin and I suffer from a constant shortage of funds. This means we can't afford the prices that many independent ship captains charged for passage on their ships. In these outer sectors, they know they're the only choice and can name their price. On the other hand, these freighters had small crews. Sex between crew members frequently leads to conflict between them. So, any chance to have sex with someone not on the crew is an opportunity to be leapt at. That's why Brusjin bought me originally.

Collin tricked me on Branchet. I was negotiating a trade deal between the Dominats and the Groyetos on a neutral planet. Branchet was admitted to the Federation in the middle of the negotiations and Collin used the Branchet slavery laws to enslave me and sell me to a local slave trader. I later found that he had been ordered to do so by the Hellfire Group. Brusjin bought me because he needed a financial expert and sex gift in one person. We fell in love, in spite of my non-person status, and he freed me.

Our mission is more important than any sensibilities he or I may have. If having sex with innumerable aliens helps accomplish the mission, then so be it. Fortunately, I also enjoy sex a lot. So I wasn't put out by the prospect of spending the night with the captain of the ship.

"So, what race is the Captain?"

"Uh, Susan, it's not one night with the Captain; it's one night with the crew. The price was a gang bang with all four crew members."

"That's the best you could do?" I asked with a playful smile.

"I'm afraid so. The Captain knows who we are and that the map is active. It was either take us or he'd take word back himself. There'd be no guarantee that the right people would find out first."

"Oh well, I guess I'm in for a wild time. I've taken on more before."

"I think your record is still the seven Halsted."

Brusjin was referring to my having sex with seven male Halsted, creatures that looked much like the mythical Centaurs, especially in the male endowment department. It was a wonderful experience, at least until one fucked me anally.

"Yes, it is. Where do we meet the shuttle?"

"There's a field two kilometers out of town. I'll be at the hotel in 15 minutes. Will you be ready?"

"I'm already packed. I'll see you in 15." I turned to Savin. "Would you help me carry these bags down to the front?"

"Of course, Susan."

I could see she wanted to say something else. "Go ahead, you won't get in trouble."

"I don't suppose I can come with you?"

"No, I'm afraid you can't. Where Brusjin and I are going, you can't follow. I'm sorry you're a slave. If I could, I'd free you."

"I know. It's all right. Being a hotel slave is much easier than being with most other Masters."

I met Brusjin on the street and the taxi took us to the field. The shuttle was waiting for us. A gray-skinned, four-armed Thadin was standing by the open hatch with an impatient look on his face. As we climbed the ramp, he groused, "Come on, you two, time is money."

I don't know what it is about pilots, but they always seem to be in a hurry. Brusjin and I had barely fastened our safety harnesses when the shuttle shot up into the air, a couple of gravities leaking through the inertial compensators. I hoped the freighter was in better shape than the shuttle, though that wasn't likely. Tramp freight is all about the profit margin. Keeping a ship in top shape is expensive, especially when top shape is beyond what's needed to be safe. Freighter captains saved money by letting repairs and maintenance go until the situation endangered the viability of the cargo.

Yes, that's right. It's the cargo they're worried about, not the crew. Crewmen are cheap. In these backwater worlds, there's no shortage of people looking for a way off their forsaken planet for some adventure. Of course, freighters are not where the adventure is found, but the potential crewman doesn't know that. The crew can earn quite a bit of money since they're paid primarily in shares of the profit. If you want to enrage a freighter crew, threaten their cargo. There's a good reason piracy is rare in the Federation.

We docked less than ten minutes later. The pilot, whose name I never learned (everyone just called him Pilot), opened the hatch and we were met by a Pryrexin. This ought to be interesting. The two and a half meter, bipedal avian had his wings folded against his back and was reaching his hand towards Brusjin.

"Welcome to the Roger Young. It's a pleasure to do business with you Mr. Valenshenko." He turned towards me and bowed. "And you must be Mrs. Valenshenko. I'm looking forward to our time together."

"As am I…Captain?"

"Yes, Captain Tremaine, at your service."

Like all Pryrexin, he had adopted a human name for intercourse with non-avians. There was no way I'd be able to pronounce his real name with its whistles and chirps. Brusjin once told me it took him three weeks to master a five second formal greeting in their native tongue.

"I'm just glad your ship was available. This news needs to get back to Federation officials as soon as possible. I shudder to think what would happen on this planet if the wrong people learned of functional Progenitor artifacts."

"Very true, very true. The trip through Dolman space should take three days. Would the second day be suitable for the conclusion of business?"

"That's fine. If I may ask, what races are the other two members of your crew?"

"In addition to myself and Pilot, my engineer is human and cargo master is Jujujian."

"It sounds like we'll have an interesting and enjoyable time. I'm looking forward to it."

Actually, I had a concern or two. The Pilot and the engineer weren't a problem. Thadin are enough like humans that sex between the two species is common. In spite of his size, I was concerned for the Captain's safety. Like all avian species, he had hollow bones to allow flight. Unlike many sentient avians, Pryrexin wings weren't vestigial. The Captain could, on a planet without high gravity, fly with his wings. I'm pretty energetic during sex and there was a slight risk of snapping his bones if I was grasping him during an orgasm.

I was unfamiliar with Jujujians, at least sexually. They were a rarity among sentient races, having their primary manipulative appendage as their tongue. They still traveled on all five of what we think of as arms and/or legs. I suspected that a hand job and a blow job were the same thing among them. I wasn't even sure they were dual-sexual. I would find out in two days.

The gut wrenching passage into Dolman space was blessedly short. Our cabin was a small, unused, cargo room. Two hammocks were strung along one wall and a couple of chairs had been tossed into the room. Now that Brusjin and I were back together and alone, I had to talk about the scans.

"Brus, there's something very strange about the Map of the Heavens. Crystal says that the map was running constant scans in its vicinity. The scans were using the same energy wavelength that Crystal uses to communicate with its base."

"But the Map is clearly not a Crystal."

"No, it's not. It's stranger though. The star map was projected as soon as I entered within its scanning field. It's as if my presence somehow triggered the Map to project the star map."

"Are you sure?"

"As sure as I can be. Crystal is aware of a dozen distinct events that took place at the time the projection was made. My entering its field was the only one that wouldn't have happened sometime in the past."

"Why would the device be interested in you?" I knew a rhetorical question when I heard one. Brusjin thought for a while. "It doesn't make sense. There's nothing about you that's different than any number of humans that may have passed close to the map."

[NEGATIVE. ONE DIFFERENCE.]

"Of course! Brusjin, I have a Crystal in me."

"Surely the Hellfire Group maintains crystal slaves nearby, if only to keep track of the artifact."

"Yes, quite possibly, but remember, I'm not a crystal slave. I was one but am now free…"

We both looked at one another in shock. The words of the prophesy came back to both of us: "To guide the slave no more, alone, yet befriended, in her task to bring the heaven's truth." I was a slave in the past, but am free now; doubly so. I'd joined with my husband in his quest to bring the knowledge of freedom to the worlds of the galaxy.

"Brus, that's not possible! There's no way that some being could know the future so well."

"Susan, this stanza of the prophecy seems written specifically about you. Crystal, would one of your kind be able to tell that you were not joined as intended?"

[YES. RESONANCE FIELD WILL BE INCORRECTLY MODULATED.]

"It says yes. Some kind of resonance field will be different."

"It fits, in a strange sort of way. It was scanning with an energy field that matches the communication energy between Crystals. I suspect that Crystal's senses are on this same energy wavelength." I nodded as It confirmed Brusjin's suspicions. "The question is just how the writers of the prophecy knew."

"Did they? Could they have programmed the Map to look for someone such as me and take action only then? Perhaps it was some kind of contingency plan."

"That's possible. Whatever the reason, clearly it showed us, you specifically, this map for a reason. We need to find out just where this region of space is. I don't want to let the Captain know just what we have. We're going to have to wait until we get to a major library."

"Maybe not. Give me a minute."

[Crystal, can you tap the Roger Young's navigation computer and download its star charts to my virtual room?]

[YES, DATA LATTICE STRUCTURE IS AVAILABLE TO ME.]

[Go ahead and start. Don't get caught.]

[NEVER WILL HAPPEN.]

[How long?]

[FIVE MINUTES]

Crystal may sound cocky and full of Itself, but It simply doesn't have those emotional capabilities. It simply has an honest and accurate measure of its own abilities.

"Brusjin, Crystal is loading the ship's star charts into my virtual room. With that, we can hopefully learn just where this region of space is."

"That'll save us time. Is there enough space in here to use your room?"

"Yeah, though it will be a little more compact than I'm used to."

I unpacked my virtual room and set it on my seat (there was no table). As soon as I turned the power on, the data started to download. I initiated a second download of the recording from the Map. A short while later I had the device activated and was viewing two star charts side by side. Virtual rooms were an antiquated piece of technology, long since replaced by netwear and net jockeys. I still used it because of a discovery I made years ago. Net jockeys created a frame of reference in which they viewed the data they analyzed or manipulated. These frames of reference used some of the data itself for their creation, leaving minor inaccuracies. Virtual rooms don't do that; or rather they didn't need to. They could view the data in its raw state and create multidimensional spreadsheets.

I didn't need that today. Both star charts were stored holographically. All I needed to do was overlap the smaller chart from the Map of the Heavens with the Federation star chart from the nav computer. I let Crystal take over my body to do the comparison. It was so much better at spotting patterns than I was, and I was great at it. It still took It three hours to find the match. Once It showed us the results, I could see why it took so long.

"Brusjin, the overlap isn't total. Part of the chart from the Map isn't on known star charts. That's," I pointed to a portion of the chart, "unexplored space. I wonder what's out there."

"I don't know, and we're not likely to find out in the near future. We're heading directly away from the sector in question. We can't very well hire a team of explorers to take us there either. We'd need to know just where to go first; even then we'd need a lot of money to fund such an expedition. Does Crystal recognize that area of space?"

[NEGATIVE. WILL QUERRY BASE FOR SEARCH OF ACCUMULATED DATA.]

"It says no, but it's asking the base collective to search for any data they may have about it."

"I'm still not used to the idea that Crystals can communicate with each other over stellar distances. I can't imagine how the Federation would react to such news. Someone joined on every planet would allow for a revolution in galactic communication."

Brusjin was correct. Ships travel by creating a Dolman field. You had to have a generator travel with the ship to pull it off. A radio message didn't have a generator to travel with it. This meant that the length of time a signal could stay in Dolman space, traveling faster than light, was so small that it couldn't leave a planetary system. So the Federation had instantaneous communication within systems, but had to send courier ships between systems.

Unfortunately, there were no annotations to the Map of the Heaven's chart, so we had no idea what we were looking for out there. If the prophecy was correct, there was something in that sector of space that would help me bring freedom to the galaxy's slaves. Really quite frustrating when you think of it.

By the time we went to sleep, there'd been nothing back from the base collective about that region of space. Even with their incredible abilities with sorting and searching through data, the Crystals would need time to search over 500 years of data to match up a fragment of a star chart. In fact, if they had to reconcile between the star chart and planetary viewpoints, it could take them a very long time.

At breakfast, the Captain let me know that they wanted to start the orgy right after lunch. I told him that would be just fine. Brusjin and I had gone without last night to make sure I was at the height of my sexual responsiveness. Already I was feeling the fist pangs of desire. I've always enjoyed sex and my brief time as a slave introduced me to inter-species sex; something I'd come to adore. Other than the time I'd been raped by two Felpur (an experience that had left me a bloody wreck), I've enjoyed every encounter with non-humans.

Lunch, a boring affair of rehydrated pizza, didn't take long. The crew was distracted by my attire, or rather the lack of it. Since today was to be all about sex, I decided to advertise what they were getting. I was wearing only my bra and panties, and those were very sheer, leaving me quite visible to anyone who wanted to look. And all four wanted to look. I didn't have any shyness or nervousness about being on display; another side benefit to my brief time as a slave. That's not to say I wasn't aroused; I most definitely was. My pussy was damp, making the translucent material on my panties truly transparent. My nipples were poking above the edge of my half bra and I was having a little trouble keeping still.

"If you're ready, Susan?" Lunch had ended and the Captain seemed impatient to get things underway.

"I was ready at the start of lunch. Where are we going to be?" Brusjin slipped back to our room as the four members of the crew moved closed to me.

"We've made some space in one of the cargo holds. Allow me?" He held his arm out and I allowed it to encircle my shoulders. As we walked down the corridor, his hand brushed against my nipple, causing my pussy juice to flow more freely. The cargo master, who I learned called himself Wensle (the engineer was named Fred), was following close behind me, his tongue caressing my ass through the fabric covering it. The other two followed behind, waiting their turns, I guess.

They'd created a mattress in the hold. It was five meters by five meters; plenty of room for sexual frolicking. When we reached the edge of it, the Captain deftly pulled my bra down, releasing my breasts from the minimal containment they'd been enjoying. My medium sized orbs remained firm (another benefit to having Crystal inside) while he used both hands to caress my tits and lightly pinch my nipples. He'd moved in front of me and I brought my hands up to caress the feathers on his chest.

The prehensile tongue behind me had torn my panties off (I lose more clothes that way) and was feeling its way around my ass and cunt. The combined attention had me moaning with pleasure. That familiar ache in my pussy was starting; an incredible need to be filled with warm, hard cock. Looking down, I could see the Captain's cock rising in anticipation. My mouth formed an O as I saw the small starting prick literally increase in length ten times. Shortly it was 14 inches in length, though it had gained no girth whatsoever.

The Captain pressed down on my shoulders, whispering, "Suck me, Susan. Take me all the way in."

I wasn't sure I could take that much cock completely in my mouth. Some of it would literally end up in my throat. I took a few licks at it, encountering a musty flavor that was not entirely pleasant. Surprisingly, his erect cock was flexible; able to bend almost 90 degrees. Later I wondered if this was due to some aspect of Pryrexin female anatomy.

Tentatively, I took him into my mouth. He gave a light keening wail in response. A quick glance showed his eyes screwed shut and his face contorted in pleasure. With Crystal suppressing my gag reflex, I eased the captain's cock into my throat. It turned out that he was thin enough for me to breathe around him. His flexibility allowed the cock to bend with my throat and I could feel him pass by my wind pipe. Once he was fully in my mouth and throat, I felt a bulge of tissue at his base and my tongue licked at it. He screamed out loud and began to buck against my face.

While I was taking 14 inches down my throat, someone else's manipulative tongue was probing the entrance to my pussy. My already present arousal was increasing by orders of magnitude. I could feel each inch of tongue enter my cunt and caress the inner walls of my womb. Little tremors of pre-orgasmic pleasure rippled through my pussy lips as I struggled to keep my attention focused on pleasing the Captain.

The captain bucked against me for almost a minute before his cock seemed to expand, blocking my air. Then he exploded, cum pouring down my throat and into my mouth. I could feel the ejaculating semen pulsing in my throat from the tip of his penis, but I could also feel it coming out of the sides of his cock. My mouth quickly filled to overflowing and his cum started to run down my chin and onto my breasts.

This seemed to go on forever and I was experiencing a twinge of panic at how long I wasn't able to breathe. The lack of air seemed to heighten the feelings from the Jujuj tongue exploring my cunt. My orgasm hit while I was still struggling to take a breath while cum filled my mouth. It was one of the strongest climaxes I'd ever had. In the middle of it, the Captain pulled out, letting me swallow and gasp for air as I convulsed.

I'd fallen to my hands and knees to recover. Wensle walked around to in front of me. His tongue snaked out and grasped my chest (the thing could extend over three feet). With more strength than I had thought possible, he flipped me over and scooted over my head. He squatted and I saw that I'd been using the wrong pronouns for her. Staring me in the face was a five lobed pussy. Her voice rang out, "Lick my cunt."




Galactic Slut Ch. 04



Her tongue grabbed my head and lifted me into position. While I licked at the five slotted pussy, I felt four hands grip me. Pilot braced with my body and slammed his cock into my cunt. I grunted with each violent thrust; his thick cock rubbed along the lips of my pussy with each in and out. My hands flailed for something to do and were soon filled with two more cocks, the Captain's and Fred's.

Wensle was producing a large volume of lubricant. Her five slits radiated from a center, much like a starfish. My face was bathed in her juices and I was trying to suck as much of the lovely tasting fluid as I could. Her tongue pulled me closer and I delved into her cunt, finding a clit at the end of each of her slits. Each time I brushed against one of them, there was a purring sound from her body. I let go of the two cocks I'd been fondling to bring them into play on Wensle.

As Pilot's thrusts gained strength, jamming my clit each time, I played roulette with Wensle's five clits, using my tongue and fingers. The purring sound she was making was nearly constant and she was literally pouring fluid on my head. All of a sudden, Wensle gave a scream and her cunt opened wide, engulfing my head. Once more I found myself unable to breathe with an orgasm coming. Fully engulfed, I felt a protuberance of some sort seek out my tongue. It had a hollow end and I stuck my tongue in on instinct. Her whole body shook just as my own orgasm hit me. The two of us shuddered in a climax for over a minute before she released me to land on the floor.

Gasping for breath again, I looked up at my lovers through a haze of Jujuj pussy juice. Fred was erect, as was the Captain again, to my surprise. They picked me up and set me between them. By now my entire body was covered in someone's slick fluids. Some of these Fred rubbed into my ass, preparing me for a double penetration. Fred's cock slowly entered my ass, eased in by the copious lube that was available. Once he was in, the Captain thrust his long cock into my cunt. I could feel it hit the far end of my womb and bend around, rubbing against my inner walls.

They quickly picked up a rhythm, thrusting into me together to press me between them. Finally, I was filled and I was loving it. My voice cried out my desire, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard, you bastards!" They obliged and I was like a knot of dough being kneaded by a chef. Every time I was slammed between them, my breasts rubbed against the feathers on the Captain's chest. The tingle in my nipples was matched by the quiver in my pussy.

I reached my orgasm long before they did. I was helpless between them, shuddering and crying out as the constant stimulation kept me on that erotic high for a couple of minutes. When I came down, the continuing thrusts were almost painful against my clit. All I could do was hold on and ride the sensation roller coaster I was strapped to. I had two more orgasms before Fred came in my ass, leaving cum dripping down to add itself to the liquids already covering my body. The Captain lasted a little longer before he came, literally filling my cunt with cum (Pryrexin men certainly came in quantity).

I was weak and dropped to the floor again. No one approached me right away. Once I had caught my breath again, I looked up at four smiling faces (I assume the Jujujian was smiling, it was hard to tell). My own grin allowed a little of what I was covered in flow into my mouth. I didn't think it tasted half bad.

"Thank you, Susan, for a memorable experience."

"Thank you as well. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. If you're around for our outbound trip, I would be more than willing to have a repeat session."

"Do you need help getting back to your room?"

"No, but I should shower before I go back. Where do I find it?"

They told me and soon I was letting the sonic vibrations knock the drying fluids from my body. It was nearly dinner time by the time I returned to our cabin. Brusjin was studying something on his data pad.

"I see you lost your clothes again."

"Yeah. I wonder if I should just start showing up naked?"

"It would save time and clothes. I take it everyone was happy?"

"Oh yes. By the way, the cargo master is female, not male."

"Ah, that must have been interesting."

"She produced an incredible amount of lube. She also had five clits. I'll have to study their physiology and see what the males are like."

The rest of the flight was as boring as all cargo runs were. Crystal had nothing to report concerning the star chart. One thing I was looking forward to was having Grankt back with us. The absence of our Gravelian bodyguard was worrisome. As was clear from the incident with Salinti, the Hellfire Group considered us a threat. I had no doubts that they'd take some action against us. Having a warrior lizard man on our side was no small advantage under such circumstances. Unfortunately, all Gravelians had to return to their home planet every five years. They never shared just why, but every contract they took had that clause in it. We were scheduled to meet up with him at the Capitol just one week after we arrived (we were planning to take longer on Ralint).

The equally gut wrenching exit from Dolman space brought us to Pascal's World, the Federation capitol. Shortly after, the Captain called us to the bridge. Both Brusjin and I looked askance at this. We'd been riding on these ships for over a year (Brusjin for much longer) and had never been invited to the bridge. When we walked in, the Captain was just ending a communication with someone.

"Brusjin, Susan, there seems to be a small problem. The system is on amber alert. We're being re-routed to Havint."

"Amber alert?" Brusjin asked. "What could cause an amber alert here? That's one level below a state of war."

"I don't know, they haven't told anyone. I'm afraid you're stuck with us a little while longer."

What the hell was happening? The Federation hadn't been close to war for over a century. This was going to mess with our plans big time. We had critical information to get to the Federation, in secret, and now we not only were going to take longer, we were going to have to pass it through a bureaucratic mess. I could see the vultures descending on Ralint already.

Thanks to Dani for the wonderful editing job. Remember, I value your comments, so send feedback.



Galactic Slut Ch. 05



Chapter 5

Arrest and Hydromel

"Captain, how long until you make the transition for Havint?" Brusjin asked.

"Our engines aren't as well tuned as a military grade engine; so I'm thinking three hours."

"Good, that should work just fine. Can you send a message on this particular frequency?" Brusjin showed the Captain something on his datapad.

"That's an unusual frequency, but I think we can do it. Who do you want to talk to?"

"An old friend who owes me a favor. We may not be your guests as long as you think."

The Captain set up the comm channel and turned to Brusjin with a questioning look on his face.

"This is Singapore Six calling New Jersey Prime. Are you receiving?"

I looked at my husband in astonishment. I'd never heard him use anything even resembling code before. What in the hell was Singapore Six and New Jersey Prime? He simply mouthed, "Later," to me and continued to listen for a reply. He repeated the call a couple of times, about a minute apart, before there was a response.

"Singapore Six, this is New Jersey Prime. Is that you Brusjin you old abolitionist?"

"Mack! Yes, it's me."

"So what brings you back to the service? I thought you'd quit for good?"

"I'm not back. I need to call in a favor."

"I should've known. I assume you need to stay in system?"

"Right first time. I've got some vital information for the government and the delay caused by diverting to Havint will mean lives, potentially millions of them."

"I see. You still traveling with one of those little morsels you always had to ease business?"

Brus looked at me with a questioning look. I nodded and smiled. Apparently he'd been using the old sex slave as a bribe ploy for many years before he bought me. Ralint was well worth the price.

"Yes and no. I have a wonderful morsel, as you put it, but she's a free woman."

"This I've got to hear. I've pinpointed your location already. Expect a ship to pick you up in one hour. Fair warning, I'll have to have you arrested."

"I kind of expected that. Just don't lose us; that would be very bad."

"I've never lost a friend or a prisoner, so you're doubly safe. I'll see you in three hours."

The communication cut off, allowing me to express my concerns. "Arrested? Brusjin Valenshenko, have you lost your mind? Why in the name of all that's holy are we being arrested?"

"Susan, it's the only way to stay here and get the information to the correct authorities in time. The only people who can stay in system during an Amber alert are those already on the planet and those who are arrested trying to stay. Either we're arrested or Ralint suffers."

He was right of course. I just hoped that this Mack person was someone we could trust. There wasn't much to do while we waited. The plan was to have just Brusjin and I arrested while the ship's crew was allowed to follow the evacuation orders. Mack would take custody, as it were, of us, once we reached the planet's surface. I was still worried about the time in between.

If you haven't traveled in space much, you're probably not aware of just how different Federation laws can be. On my home planet of Valcrue, for example, there is a strong tradition of individual rights. Thus, slavery is illegal there and foreign slaves are restricted to the maximum extent that Federation synchronicity laws allow. There are very few Federation laws per se. Federation law only applies in space or when the laws of the various members and protectorates conflict. The largest realm of Federation law was military law. Individual planets don't have armies or navies (beyond merchant marines).

That's where my concern lay. We were being arrested under Federation law, not those of Pascal's World. Because of the concern over Federation security, Federation space law operated under the assumptions of guilty until proven innocent. Brusjin and I would be treated as dangerous people, potentially saboteurs, until Mack picked us up or we were found innocent in court. Since we were at Amber alert, we could, though it was unlikely, be summarily executed. We'd have no rights whatsoever until we were cleared in some way. If you're wondering how such a state came into being, that's a longer tale that I have time for now. Most people never encountered this aspect of Federation law, since there was so little that one could be arrested for. Only the desperate would ignore the relocation order. It's not like Dolman drives took much energy.

The docking maneuver was text book. We soon found ourselves looking at Federation marines. Rumor has it that they have no sense of humor at all. From what I could see, they didn't. Brusjin and I were soon restrained in magnetic cuffs, similar to the ones I wore as a slave. We were marched off the freighter and onto an assault shuttle. Clearly the marines were not in on the plan as they treated us quite roughly; stripping both Brusjin and I and subjecting us to a thorough search.

Neck shackles held us in place on the shuttle as it shoved off and flew back to whatever ship it came from. I couldn't see where we were going since the rear compartment had no view ports or screens. I was being ogled, however. Most of the marines, of all sexes, were eying me; and those whose expressions I could read were showing quite a bit of lust. I would find out later that marine regulations prohibited any form of sex between soldiers. That meant that Brusjin and I were potentially the first potential sex partners for the marines in who knows how long. Since we had no rights as of now, extracting sex from us was a possibility that had no repercussions.

It wasn't as bad as it seemed. While we could be raped without any legal repercussions to the soldiers; it was highly unlikely that we would be. The laws on Valcrue were the norm among the members of the Federation. Even most slave planets treated non-slave prisoners with some level of dignity. Most of those leering at me wouldn't take action on their desires (unless it was invited) and those that were so inclined would be held in check by the others.

The trip on the shuttle lasted just under an hour. Once we were docked, they drug us to holding cells. Brusjin and I were separated. The cuffs were removed and I was left alone. Military ships have excellent initial compensators, making it impossible for me to tell even if we were under power, let alone how fast we were going. Three hours later, a Kelvin entered my cell.

His uniform indicated that he was a commander in the navy. His compound eyes scrutinized me for a few seconds. I was surprised when he pulled a small device out of his pocket and turned it on. The device was a security leech. It broadcast a signal that most security systems would accept as their normal feed. Whatever was about to happen was not being seen by ship's security. This could not be good.

"Susan, how nice of you to put yourself in our hands. We've been trying to track you down for over a year."

Oh shit! The commander was somehow affiliated with the Hellfire group. I was naked with an agent of my worst enemy. This could not end well.

"Felpur got your tongue? How did you do it, Susan? How did you break free of your Voratex crystal?"

At least it seemed he didn't know that Crystal was still alive. I kept quiet. The less I said, the better.

[Crystal, take no defensive action. If we hurt him, we'll be spaced without a trial.]

[UNDERSTOOD.]

"Too bad. I would have liked more time with you; to employ some tried and true techniques. But, I have very little time, so I'll just have to resort to Gondoilin."

He pulled a small case from his pocket and opened it up. Inside was a hypo; no doubt containing the truth serum. Gondoilin is a hypnotic truth serum that puts the victim into a trance. While entranced, she can't form any thoughts longer than a second or two, making it impossible to form a lie to tell. It also reduces inhibitions, making it almost impossible to not speak when asked a question.

[The serum, I won't be able to hold back the truth. Help!]

[NO FEARS. TAKING OVER BODILY FUNCTIONS.]

The hypo hissed against my arm as Crystal spoke. I could feel my body getting very warm; almost like I was fighting an infection. I didn't sweat, however, like I normally did. I could feel myself glazing over and standing limply. I also recognized the tell tale signs of Crystal being in control of not just my voluntary nervous system, but my autonomic one as well. I wondered what It was up to.

"Susan, what happened to your Voratex Crystal?"

"I don't know. The Captain was using me for Kroklin and I passed out. When I came to, there was no controller in charge," I heard my voice answer. Interesting blend of truth and lie that Crystal was using.

"So your crystal is dead?"

"I assume so. If it wasn't, I'd have been controlled again."

I saw him take out a scanner and pass it over my body. I wasn't worried about him spotting Crystal; my symbiot had long since shown an ability to interfere with scanners near us. It had explained that this ability was lost with an improper joining that resulted in a Crystal slave.

"Well, it's there, but dead. You'll probably give some doctor a panic attack when they scan you. Why are you here, Susan? Why the desperate measures to reach the planet?"

I wondered how Crystal would deal with that question. Apparently It had quite the imagination. "I tried to rescue a slave on Ralint and we had to leave as soon as possible. Since we had already found Progenitor artifacts on the planet, there was no reason to stay; protectorate status was assured. We were supposed to meet Grankt here after his lumen sojourn. The detour would have us miss him. Brusjin was insistent."

"Brusjin Valenshenko was always a fool. The Gravelian would've been detoured just as you were and there would've been little or no lost time. This does play into our hands, however. You've been a thorn in our side for longer than you know." He brought a second hypo out and pressed it against my neck. As it hissed, he added, "Goodbye, Susan. I liked you better as a slave." Everything went black.

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I opened my eyes only to close them again against the bright light shining in them. I blinked a couple of times as the light source was moved away.

"Susan? Are you awake?" Brusjin's voice never sounded better.

"Yes, it's me. What happened?" As I realized what I felt like, I added, "I'm starved."

"We were hoping you could tell us. You seemed to be in a coma."

"The last thing I remember is the commander injecting me with a hypo while telling me goodbye. I thought I was dying. Just how long have I been out? I can't believe how hungry I am."

[POISON NEUTRALIZED. ENERGY RESERVES EXTREMELY LOW.]

While Crystal was imparting that information, Brusjin was answering, "It's been seven hours since we were arrested. We're in the hospital. Somehow you lost 13 kilos of body mass in seven hours."

I looked around and saw a nurse hovering nearby. I certainly wasn't going to mention Crystal where someone else could hear. "It must have been some kind of poison. I think he was trying to kill me. Can I get something to eat? You wouldn't believe how hungry I am."

"Nurse, would you be so kind?"

The nurse looked like she was being asked to leave me alone with a mass murderer. "Don't you dare do anything to tire her out. I'll be right back."

When she'd left, I asked, "Is the room secure?" Brusjin nodded and I continued. "Crystal says It neutralized the poison somehow, but it used a lot of my body's energy reserves."

"It can do that?"

"I guess so. I suppose if It can search my memories and keep an orgasm at bay, it can interact chemically with a foreign substance. I know it uses a little bit of the energy I make internally to sustain itself. I guess it needed a whole lot to save my life."

[AFFIRMATIVE. ADAPTING BODY TO CONSUME DANGEROUS MATERIALS IS EXTREMELY ENDOTHERMIC. BODY FAT RESERVES SEVERELY DEPLETED.]

"It says it adapted my body to consume the poison; an extremely endothermic reaction, whatever that means."

"It means that it needs heat, energy, input. Normal food interactions are exothermic, giving off energy. Fascinating, it seems to be able to modify your…"

He cut himself off when the nurse returned with a tray of food. The smells assaulted my nose, sending my hunger pangs into overdrive. I couldn't think of anything else but eating for the next few minutes. I suppose I looked like I was making a pig of myself. Honestly, it felt like I'd been starving for several days.

Within a few hours, the doctors had confirmed that I was all right. We ignored their requests that I stay for observation. The last thing I wanted was to give them much more time to probe and poke me. It was only a matter of time until they found Crystal inside me. Standard Federation procedure was to operate immediately to free a Crystal slave. I doubt they'd give us much of a chance to explain the facts.

It turned out that Mack was part of the Foreign Service; the very people we needed to get our information to. We caught a robo-taxi from the hospital straight to his office. The grav tube took us to the 473rd floor in short order. I've always been amazed at how quickly people can get used to anything. In the year and a half that I've known Brusjin, I'd become very used to not seeing other humans. Humans make up a minority of the population of the Federation, but like most species, we tended to congregate with ourselves for the most part. Traveling with Brusjin on the fringes had exposed me to more alien species in one year than I'd met in my entire prior life. Mack's humanness caught me by surprise.

Mack was just as effusive in person as he was over the comm. "Brusjin! It's about time you came around again. How long has it been? 15 years?"

"Seventeen if you're counting. You know how it is, Mack. There's always some planet trying to get into the Federation and so little time to spend visiting friends."

"You've been doing good, Brus, very good. Apparently you've made some powerful enemies as well."

"Not just me. Mack, this is my wife, Susan. Susan, this is Mackenzie Jebadiah. We've been working on the same project for as long as I can remember."

"Mack, it's nice to meet you." I hesitated, looking around.

"It's okay, Susan. This office is shielded with the best blocks around."

[Crystal, can you sense any spy rays?]

[NEGATIVE. STRONG INTERFERENCE FIELD IS IN PLACE.]

I nodded. "So you're working on eliminating slavery as well?"

"Yes, just from a different angle. My job is far less dangerous than yours and Brusjin's. I simply make sure that the worlds Brus brings in are exposed to as much freedom as possible. Quite boring really."

"I see, boring maybe, but vital."

"So, why are you two here, violating an Amber alert?"

"First, why in the name of all that's holy is the capitol under an Amber alert?"

"That's right, you've been out of the loop. First contact; contact with a star faring race."

"My God!" Brusjin breathed, "The seventh race."

"Exactly, and to make things worse, contact was hostile. The civilian freighter Drusus encountered an alien ship design while exploring for transuranic debris in the rim. The pilot knew what they'd encountered immediately and fired off a standard message buoy. When a scout arrived three weeks later, all that was left was wreckage and the black box. Apparently the buoy launch was taken as a weapon and the freighter was attacked with a weapon of unknown type. Fleet units are patrolling the border heavily, but you know how worthless that is."

A ship in Dolman space can't be detected by ships in normal space. The creation of a detection system is one of the great physics problems of this century; maybe of this millennium. The problem the fleet has is that the average person doesn't understand this. They want to be protected when danger rears its ugly head and don't understand that the first the fleet will see of an enemy fleet is when it appears in their solar system. A space war is an ugly brute and no one can truly win.

"Well, what we have to say will make life all the more chaotic. There's a working Progenitor artifact on Ralint."

Brusjin paused to give Mack a chance to absorb the information. His face was a mask of shock. I wasn't sure he believed us at first.

"What is it?"

"As near as we can tell, it's a star map. It activated when we happened to be close to it." I was grateful he left out the part about it scanning for me. "That's not all. We think there are five artifacts on the planet; all local religious icons."

"Brusjin, there aren't that many in the entire Federation. And one of them works? Do you realize what this will mean?"

"Yes, I know exactly what this means. Unless Ralint is granted protectorate status, treasure seekers will tear the planet and their society apart."

"That's not even taking into account the Hellfire group," I added.

"Shit! We don't need this right now. Is there any way to hold this back?"

Brusjin shook his head. "No, the freighter that brought us here already knows and will be spreading the word as soon as it reaches Havint."

"I see why you came here instead of the closest Federation planet. Fortunately the council is in session. Susan, as much as I'd love to entertain you tonight, I'm going to be quite busy for the next few days. Can I have a rain check?"

"Of course, Mack. I was looking forward to it as well. How long is the Amber alert going to last?"

"I have no idea. It may be semi-permanent. Emergency powers."

Emergency powers; no representative government liked using that phrase. Normally, Amber alerts had to end one way or the other after two weeks. Emergency powers gave the President the ability to extend that limit indefinitely. Numerous planets had, in their histories, examples of so called emergency powers leading to dictatorships. We could leave the planet, but no one could come into the system.

"Well, Brus, it looks like we're heading to Havint to meet Grankt." I handed Mack a data crystal. "This is a recording of the artifact in operation, along with some data on all five of the items. Make sure Ralint is protected."

"I will, Susan. Don't take so long before visiting again."

We left and found a hotel to stay at. Crystal and I searched the data links for an outbound ship. It didn't look promising. Amber alert had already been in place for a week. Just about every ship that had wanted to leave the closed system already had. There seemed to be only two ships with a departure scheduled within the next week. One was a Felpur registered ore hauler due to leave the orrt cloud in two days. Not only would we be unlikely to make a connection with it before it left, it was manned entirely by that feline race.

I'd experienced sex with Felpur before and I vowed it would never happen again. Their cocks, when erect (a state that was inevitable with time) were lined with sharp spines. These spines stimulated the female to ovulate, ensuring pregnancy. In my case, however, they resulted in a severely lacerated pussy. The first time I'd still been a slave and a crystal slave. I had almost died from the rape committed by two of them. While Crystal could no doubt heal me, I wasn't into pain.

The second ship, fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, was one we'd traveled on before. The amoeboid creature I thought of as Captain Rax took Brusjin and I to the twin systems of Halsted and Ixtlicit. Just seeing the ship's name brought memories back. It flowed slowly up my body. It didn't have the slimy feel I had expected, but felt much like a soft hand covering my legs, and like a multitude of little hands as it began to caress me everywhere it touched. The asexual captain experienced whatever pleasure I felt while it used me.




Galactic Slut Ch. 05



I knew what It would want this time. There was nothing for it either. We had to get off planet and Its ship was the only way. I let Brusjin know.

"Brus, I've found a ship. It's the Yirminthin."

"The Yirminthin? Isn't that Captain…"

"Yes, the very same. And before you ask, yes, I'll do what It wants."

"Are you sure? I know you've always been worried about addiction."

"I am; it scares me to think of needing it that much. But you heard Mack. The Amber alert could go on for a very long time. Just make sure it's only once, will you?"

"Of course."

My last encounter with Captain Rax was incredibly intense. It was capable of prolonging my sexual release almost as well as Crystal was. That first time was back when I was a slave. Brusjin had paid for our transit with my use by the Captain. He discovered afterward that I had a subcutaneous Hydromel injector. He was very interested in a second engagement with the drug active in my system.

Hydromel is a sexual enhancer drug. It turned the entire body into an incredibly sensitive erogenous zone while preventing the body from climaxing for at least an hour. The resulting orgasms were literally mind-blowing. Collin had implanted it when he first enslaved me on Branchet. Brusjin and I had never gotten around to removing it. While the drug wasn't physically addictive, it could very easily create a psychological addiction. That's what frightened me about the drug. In the first few days I was on the stuff (Collin had initially set it for continuous flow) I was nearly addicted.

We'd gotten used to Brusjin negotiating for any sexual favors for myself when I was his slave. I was comfortable with his continued leadership in this area. As much as I enjoyed sex in all its forms, I was still very embarrassed by trading my sexual services with others. Brus finished the call and turned towards me.

"It's all set. The ship takes off tomorrow morning. You'll be with him once with the drug set for continuous flow. I know this'll be hard on you. You've done a lot for the cause; a lot more than I have had a right to expect."

"Brusjin, I've been a slave. Even under you, an exceptionally kind master, slavery sucked big time. I want to see the end of slavery as much or more than you do. I'll do almost anything to bring about its end. This is more important than any discomfort that I might experience."

We had just enough time to get a good night's sleep. Brusjin stayed up a little longer looking at some data on recent applications for membership. In spite of the potential seventh race contact, planets still needed to be protected from exploitation. Without our efforts (and those of the rest of Brusjin's group) most of those planets would be condemned to the near slavery of colony status.

The morning found us on the tarmac. The familiar amorphous form oozed its way down the loading ramp of the cargo ship. The multitude of eyes and mouths that seemed to form and be absorbed back into itself no longer bothered me.

"Brusjin, Susan, it's a pleasure to meet you again. I'm especially pleased that you've agreed to another tryst with me, Susan."

"Our first tryst was very pleasant for me. I'm looking forward to another encounter, though the inclusion of Hydromel has me a little nervous."

"I understand, though I doubt that addiction will occur after only one use."

I wasn't going to try to explain my concern. Its physiology was different enough that it would be almost impossible to put it in terms it would understand. We boarded and spent the next few hours talking over our choices for the next world to visit. We wouldn't be leaving for whatever planet we chose for over a week. Neither Brusjin nor I was willing to be absent of Grankt's services given the recent run in with Hellfire.

Soon the thrust of takeoff was leaking through the ship's barely maintained inertial compensators. I noticed that the Captain's crew was entirely species that could easily handle several gravities of acceleration. As long as the forces weren't a danger to its occasional passengers, I don't suppose it mattered how loose the compensators ran. Shortly after the mind-numbing, timeless expansion of our molecules signaled our insertion into Dolman space, we were visited again by the Rax captain.

"Susan, is there anything you need to do before we start? There'll be matters requiring my attention later in the trip."

"I only need to activate the Hydromel dispenser. If you'll give me a few minutes?"

"Of course, I'll meet you in the hold."

[Crystal, don't interfere with the drug that's about to enter my system.]

[UNDERSTOOD. EXPERIENCE WILL BE INTERESTING ADDITION.]

I can just imagine. Shortly after I was freed and choose to stay with Brusjin, the control to the drug dispensers had been transferred to my datapad. I'd left the Trilotozene running; its immune system protection was invaluable for someone who planned on sexual contact with aliens on a regular basis. I hadn't used the Hydromel since I'd been free and found the idea that I was going to be subjected to it again both nerve-wracking and enticing. Steeling myself, I stripped first and then activated the drug.

As I handed the pad to Brusjin, I felt the first effects of the Hydromel. My arms made contact with my sides and a tingle of arousal shot through me. I gasped at the sensation. My ride had started and I knew that the Captain wouldn't be letting me off for quite a while.

I made it to the hold with a minimum of excitement. The Captain was waiting for me in the center of the empty room. The last time I'd been restrained. This time there was nothing to bind me with.

"Come over here and lie down in me. I wish to make contact as soon as possible."

I walked over and sat on his form. Like a gel-seat, it formed itself against me as it supported my weight. I groaned as the contact sent shivers through my body. I felt the familiar mental probe and knew to not resist it this time.

{Contact has been made. Explain how this drug works.}

"My entire body responds sexually as if it was…oh…a sexual organ. I can't orgasm until at least an hour of arousal has passed. Even then, my climax can only occur if my pussy or breasts are stimulated. Ah…once I'm enveloped in you, you'll have total control over my pleasure."

{Very good. I'll be keeping you aroused for a very long time. Do you understand?}

"Yes…oh…ah…please."

He'd begun to flow over my body. The full bodied contact was driving my arousal and need to orbital heights incredibly fast. I'd never been stimulated over my entire skin on Hydromel before. I knew the amount of contact was a factor, but this was more than I had imagined possible. Millions of little fingers were caressing every part of my skin except my breasts and pussy. I didn't even notice it flowing over my face (it somehow allowed me to still breathe).

I lost track of time almost immediately. I was a mass of nerve endings that were all firing at once; flooding my senses with pure, raw pleasure. I could feel tension in my nipples and an ache in my pussy; a burning desire to be filled. I writhed in its embrace, each movement I made stimulating me even more. Soon I was trying to reach my cunt and tits to send me over the top. The curse and blessing of Hydromel is that arousal keeps climbing until orgasm. At some point I was sure I was beyond any level of arousal I'd ever felt before.

I craved and dreaded even more. I could hear my heart beating wildly and my breath coming in ragged gasps. I couldn't think straight and was trying to plead for release of some kind. It did no good. My body shook in little tremors as the arousal I was being subjected to kept increasing. Sweat was accumulating on my skin and being absorbed by the Rax. I could feel plentiful lube from my pussy running down into my ass crack.

When I came, it was sudden. Cocks, formed from the Captain's body, plunged into my cunt, mouth and ass simultaneously. They thrust into me repeatedly with an urgency that matched my own. I think I screamed and I know my back arched as an orgasm hit my body. While I came, shaking and crying, the cocks in my orifices spurted cum into me. Somehow, thanks to Crystal, I was able to swallow, breathe and scream in pleasure and pain at the same time.

Crystal later let me know that I was in an orgasm for over five minutes. All I knew is that I was beyond exhaustion. I wasn't sure at the time why I didn't pass out. As I started to recover, aware that the Hydromel was still running; threatening to throw me on the arousal rocket again, the Captain was in my mind again.

{That was incredible, Susan. I think I'd like to do this again sometime.}

[I don't think so, at least not soon.] I didn't even think that I was using an ability I didn't have the last time we met; the ability to talk in my mind.

{How did you learn to do that? Wait. There's another life form in you. I know this life form.} I could tell it was now addressing someone else. {Are you a hexadiagonal lattice bud?}

[YES. DO YOU KNOW OF OUR KIND?]

{Yes, I'm aware of your kind. You're enslavers. I must extract you from this helpless victim.}

[No! I'm not a crystal slave. Crystals are not enslavers; they are as much victims as the slaves are.]

{Explain.}

I took several minutes to explain the true nature of the crystals and how I came to no longer be a crystal slave. The Captain was shocked at what we'd told it. It had been responsible for the freeing of several crystal slaves, but it accomplished this by cutting the crystal off from the energy it used from the host's body to sustain itself. In short, it starved the crystal to death while blocking incoming signals from outside.

This was incredible! One of the things that was so frustrating about the Hellfire group's use of crystal slaves was the inability to block orders without severely harming the slave (intense pain caused the controller to pass out). This was, of course, due to the Crystal's use of faster than light communication. Since we didn't understand it, we couldn't stop it. Apparently, the Rax could stop the communications while they enveloped a crystal slave. This was big. Brusjin had to know this.

{So, if I understand you correctly, if the Crystal slave has a heart attack and then is resuscitated, the controller will die but the crystals and the slave will live, as nature intended.}

[That's correct. There does have to be a passage of time before resuscitation takes place, but the controller has the least amount of time.]

As we were communicating, the Captain was pulling back from me. Right then, it broke contact and formed a mouth to speak with.

"I'll keep this in mind if I should encounter a crystal slave again. How can I tell the difference between a slave and a proper joining?"

I forwarded Crystal's answer. "If you cut off the communication, the bud will be able to tell you itself. The Crystals don't wish to be part of this abomination; they're a peaceful race of explorers who are having their inability to move or manipulate the world around them exploited. If you'll excuse me, I need to turn off the Hydromel before it starts working again."

I left the hold and retrieved my datapad. In actuality, the drug was already trying to work; Crystal was just blocking the effects. Brusjin was as overjoyed as I was to discover the abilities of the Rax regarding Crystals. We had to be careful, however. If their ability became widely known, we were sure that the Hellfire group would find some way to either suppress it or corrupt it. With my sexual liaison over, we settled in for a relaxing two days in Dolman space. We had no idea just how dangerous our lives were about to get. 

Thanks to Dani for the wonderful editing job. Send me feedback, I love to hear what my readers think, be it good or bad.



Galactic Slut Ch. 06



Chapter 6

Cultural Divide

We arrived at Havint two days later. The planet was a mad house. In addition to the normal traffic to the system, there was the mass of diverted traffic from Pascal's World. Added to that, the news of the first contact with a seventh space faring race had made its way to Havint as well. It took a full day to receive landing clearance and even then, the Yirminthin was going to have to take off again after a day. I hoped the Captain was able to complete Its business by then.

Brusjin and I had just as much trouble finding a hotel to stay at. The prices were predatory and, unlike passage on starships, trading for sex wasn't an option (sexual availability on a planet was high). While we did have a fair amount of cash, we would have to move on relatively soon. Our money came from the interest from certain investments that Brusjin had made some time ago. Normally we could live off just the interest. The sexual trading we (I) did actually allowed the principle to grow on a good month. On Havint, we were going to have to dip into the principle. Neither of us was willing to leave before being reunited with Grankt.

Normally, with all the extra people here, and the strong interest in current events, searching the data nets for information on new applications for Federation membership would've been hell. Thankfully, Crystal's facility with accessing computers let us short circuit the delays everyone else was experiencing. In the last few weeks, there'd been four new applications for membership. Of those four, two had slavery as an institution. Brusjin's society wasn't an abolitionist society per se; it was more concerned about keeping planets from suffering colony status. Brusjin's and my interest in eradicating slavery had us focus on the two slave planets, as we thought of them.

Unfortunately, the two planets we were interested in were on opposite sides of the Federation (actually they were outside the borders, but in different directions from Havint). The first planet called itself Quisnet. They hadn't yet entered their industrial age and were still dependent on muscle power for their industries. Politically, the planet was a mess. There were numerous separate societies, many of which had no contact with each other; at least until contact was made with the Federation.

At one time, there was a motion put before the Federation Council to prohibit interference in the development of pre-space flight societies. It was soundly lobbied into defeat. The economic possibilities created by a technological divide are immense. There are times when it seems like the strength of the Federation economy is dependent on there being more primitive worlds to trade with. What that means is that a planet of very individualistic nations now has universal knowledge of all the nations on the planet and the ability for those nations to obtain advanced weaponry. Ironically, protectorate status is actually easier for these balkanized worlds. Without that coveted status, they would soon bomb themselves back to the Stone Age.

The second planet, Xylonia, was in far more danger. Xylons were an amphibious race; something quite rare in the universe. They were actually into their information age of development and had set up primitive (compared to ours) bases on their two moons. There'd be planets in the Federation with a strong motive to reduce Xylonia to colony status. Amphibians can settle more worlds than other species. Even when a planet's surface is hostile, the presence of water oceans makes the planet available for the amphibian. You see, as long as the atmosphere is breathable by oxygen breathers and the oceans are water, there's only so much that can be wrong with those oceans. Even better for the Xylons, they were adapted to ocean depths, making the entire ocean available for them.

More important for Brusjin and I was the nature of their slavery. The institution of slavery comes in many forms, from the relatively mild indentured servitude, which allowed the slaves eventual freedom; to class based total slavery, where one class of people are always slaves with no hope of freedom. Xylonia had such a slavery. And, like over half the planets with this extreme form of slavery, Xylonian women were slaves from birth until death. Bringing this planet into the Federation was a must.

Crystal and I started studying everything we could find on the planet and the race. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to study. Xylonia had only been discovered a year ago and very little study had been done on its culture and people. Most of their society lived in the oceans. They had, however, extensive settlements on the small land masses that made up 5 percent of the surface. This was where most of the industry took place. This is normal since the first industry for any race is fire (the primary reason that aquatic species almost never developed industrial societies).

The only oddity I encountered was that plural marriage seemed to be the norm on Xylonia. Actually, I use the term plural loosely, since there doesn't seem to be anything but tripartite unions; two males to one female slave. While plural marriages happen in most Federation planets, they aren't common and every two gendered species developed dual marriages as the norm. For this two gendered species to develop tripartite marriage as their norm begged for investigation. I wondered why such an anthological study hadn't been started yet.

Our decision made, we simply waited for Grankt's arrival. It turned out to take less time than we'd thought it would. Four days before what we expected to be his earliest arrival time, we received a vid-phone call.

"Brusjin, I've returned from my Lustrum Sojourn. Where shall I join you?"

"Grankt, it's a pleasure to see you. How did you get here so soon?"

"Word of the capitol's closure made it to home world, so I diverted to Havint."

"Great! We're at the Mylon Arms, room 2351."

"I know of it. Expect me in 35 minutes."

While I have a nearly infallible sense of the passage of time, Grankt has just as infallible sense of how long things will take, especially trips. At 35 minutes on the dot, he knocked on our door. Brusjin checked the security monitor and let him in.

If you haven't seen a Gravelian, they're an intimidating sight. Grankt was typical of his species. He stood about two and a half meters tall and weighed 200 kilos. I'm sure none of that mass was fat. Covering most of his tough saurian hide was Gravelian body armor. The ballistic cloth was embedded with a reflective mesh that made him nearly impervious to lasers. His mouth was full of razor sharp teeth (he never showed them, but I'd seen them on another Gravelian during sex). His hands have no claws, yet the muscles in his fingers could crush most species' bones.

His equipment was no less formidable. The traditional Scather was sheathed on his back. The meter and a half long blade was razor sharp and could, when wielded properly, cut through a ship's bulkhead. His Mark VII dual was at his hip, ready to spew forth laser beams or explosive shells, depending on which he thought he needed. I, however, was most impressed by the equipment he carried that wasn't readily visible. He had scanning contacts in his eyes that allowed him to see wavelengths other than light. He'd never be surprised by scanning fields, security nets, or spy beams. His left ear had an earpiece translator, as expensive a piece of hardware as could be had (Brusjin and I wore larger headset translators when we needed to). A tractor harness allowed him limited flight for short periods of time. All in all, he was equipped to keep us safe. I've missed having him around.

"Grankt, it's good to see you again. Everything went well, I hope?"

"Yes, sir. Any trouble while I've been away?"

Grankt would expect nothing but the truth, so Brusjin let him know what happened. "A member of the Hellfire group tried to kill Susan on Pascal's World. We had vital information that was time sensitive and the only way to stay in system long enough to deliver it was to have ourselves arrested. While in custody, an officer, or someone pretending to be one, tried to poison her."

"How did you survive, Susan?"

"That was Crystal's doing. It can adapt my body to metabolize harmful substances."

"A useful ability. Kershah, Crystal," came the formal greeting of one acknowledged warrior to another. I'm not sure that Crystal would appreciate being viewed as a warrior. "Are we bound for a new world?"

"As a matter of fact, we are. Xylonia is a slave world inhabited by amphibians. Opposition to their entry into the Federation will be stiff. This is what we know about the world and its people. I need to arrange transport, if I can."

"Good, I'll make preparations for a water environment as well."

Brusjin and I, with Crystal's help, started searching the port logs for ship destinations. Since Crystal joined with me, finding transport has been easier than it used to be. Mostly this was because It allowed us access to computer systems that we normally couldn't reach. We still had to negotiate the price, but Brusjin was an old hand at that. Soon we had three likely prospects heading in that direction. One was listing a destination of Xylonia itself. I left the negotiations in his hands.

I was a good trade negotiator before my betrayal by Collin and the resultant slavery. Actually, I still was an excellent negotiator. However, when it came to transit payments, I had one major disadvantage. Federation law makes it clear that if a person is personally involved in a business transaction that includes their own sexual activity then that person is a prostitute. Of course, we all know that prostitution is legal throughout the Federation; but you have to have a license. Said legal document is not only incredibly expensive, but requires that the Federation receive a share of the proceeds. On the other hand, if a third party makes the arrangements, then there is no prostitution involved.

That loophole is a side effect to the Federation's slavery laws. Legally, selling a slave or its use isn't prostitution. So the laws reflect that when someone else is involved in the transaction, it's considered a slave trade, not prostitution. Someone, however, was very careful to leave slavery out of the exact wording. All that's required is for a third party to be the beneficiary of the transaction. Most of the time, this isn't an issue. Courtesans have their own union and are stringently protected from being abused. No licensed prostitute can be forced to let someone else negotiate. Thus all third party sexual trades involve slaves. Well, almost all. Brusjin and I are one of the exceptions. This is also, by the way, why Brusjin is never a party to the sex he negotiates. If he was, then he'd be a prostitute and would need one of those licenses.

Brusjin turned back from the comm. system. "It's all set. We board the Hergot's Wave tomorrow morning."

"And the price...?" I ask with a smile.

"The usual; sex with the Captain. Captain Hushre is a Narlonian, a female."

Well, this will be interesting. Narlon society has one of the most stringent sexual role divides in the Federation. A normal Narlonian female wouldn't be caught dead off planet. Captain Hushre must be an outcast for some reason. We've found outcasts useful on more than one occasion. Because they're divorced from their own societal rules, they tend to have loose regard for the rules of other societies. This isn't to say they're criminals, just non-conformists.

I didn't have a problem with female-female sex. It happened early in my slavery and a few times since. I didn't know much about Narlonian physiology beyond the obvious that they're a sexual species. I'm sure Captain Hushre would let me know what she liked. There was definitely the possibility that things could get a little rough. Narlonians are, while not as massive as Gravelians, larger than humans, on average. It's been my experience that normally, the larger the species, the more exuberant the sex.

Early the next morning, we headed to the spaceport to meet our ride. Grankt was in the lead, scanning for threats. We weren't expecting trouble, but that's when trouble would be the worst possible thing to have happen. One advantage of traveling on freighters a lot is the ability to bypass most customs checks. Space ship security isn't an issue for the most part, but smuggling is. Each planet in the Federation has lists of heavily taxed imports that travelers have to be aware of. Freighters, on the other hand, have such small crews that there is little to be gained by checking them for duty due items. Since the only real reason for duties is to make money for the government, no planet bothers with freighter crews; and that included us.

Hergot's Wave was a Trellian class freighter; right in the middle of the tonnages. It was capable of ground landings, which it had done here, but also carried two shuttles for those times when landing on a planet was inconvenient. The crew was loading the last few cargo pallets with a grav lift and we were waved inside without a second glance. Grankt growled under his breath at the abysmal level of (non) security on the ship. I suspected he'd be taking fast sleep capsules on the trip.

Captain Hushre was at the hatch between the cargo bay and the rest of the ship. She stood a little over two meters tall and must have massed a good 150 kilos. Fine scales covered her skin and her hexagonal pupils dilated while she looked us over; Grankt especially. When we shook, her skin (scales) felt smooth and cool to the touch. Clearly she had no nudity taboos as she wore nothing but her Captain's hat. The only sign of a pussy was a small slit, tightly closed, between her legs.

"Brusjin, Susan, your acquaintance a pleasure to make is."

About a fourth of the languages spoken in the Federation had grammatical anomalies that didn't translate well. Hushre's were milder than most.

"Captain, thank you for agreeing to have us as passengers. It's dreadfully hard to find passenger ships to the outer worlds."

"Problem it not is. Well paid I am. Susan, are energetic sex you ready for?"

"Oh yes, Captain. I've mated with a Gravelian. I'm sure we'll get along famously."

She smiled widely, revealing both rows of sharp teeth and her broad, ribbed tongue. "Much fun we have will."

"I'm looking forward to it. How long will the trip to Xylon take?"

"Arrival five days will take. Xylon many light years distant is."

"Can you tell us anything about Xylon and its people?" Brusjin inquired. "There's not a lot of information on the net."

"On the planet I not go. Too much water there is. Shuttle the cargo down takes. Interaction with the natives minimal is."

Brusjin looked disappointed and possibly a little worried. Admittedly, we had very little to go on, but surely a society in its information age would have a computer system capable of being searched by Crystal. We'd have to talk once we reached our stateroom, whatever that was to be.

"With me please come. I your room will show."

We followed the Captain through the gangway to a small room. I suspected it was a compartment for a crewman. Space was tight. It was obviously not meant for more than one person. There was barely enough room to turn around between the bed and the small desk. There was no sanitary station in the room itself, a familiar sight on these freighters.

The Captain left us alone for the first two days of the trip. Surprisingly, the take off was smooth with none of the inertial bleed through I'd come to expect from independent freighters. It was on the second day when Crystal received an answer from the base collective.

[INFORMATION RECEIVED. MAP USEFULLNESS CONFIRMED.]

[What? The map of the heaven?]

[AFFIRMATIVE. PERMISSION MAKE MAP VISIBLE?]

[Of course.]

The now familiar sensation of my body doing things I hadn't told it to do filled me. I took my virtual room and brought up the star map from the Map of the Heavens. Once it was being projected, Crystal had my hands highlight one particular system.

[THIS IS OUR HOMEWORLD.]

[Oh my God! That's where your homeworld is? How are the bases sure?]

[NIGHT SKY VISUALS CORRELATED WITH STAR POSITON DATA.]

[I take it you still haven't managed to put this map relative to our known charts?]

[NEGATIVE. DATA SEARCH STILL IN PROGRESS.]

This information, while huge, wasn't immediately useful. Until we could navigate to the Crystals' home world, there'd be no way to make use of it. Still, I was sure the base collective would be able to figure it out. They'd been exploring and collecting information for several millennia. Brusjin suspected that they were having to make adjustments for stellar motion to try to link star fields from the past with our current star maps. Until Crystal's joining with me had been returned to its normal (for a joining) state, the collective hadn't had a map to compare with.

Captain Hushre came to our room shortly after that. "Susan, are sex you ready for?"

"Of course, Captain. I'm at your disposal."

"Undress you will and with me come."

I undressed and followed Captain Hushre to her own quarters. It was apparent that Hushre's non-conformity extended beyond her own culture's norms. Large cabins on cargo ships are unheard of; yet the Captain's quarters were immense. There was a large four poster bed that dominated the room. The cabin had its own sanitization area.

"Binding you I will be. On the bed you get."

That wasn't part of what I was told. Now, I don't have a problem with a little bondage, but I don't like it to be a surprise. "Now just a minute. You didn't say anything about restraints. What's going on here?"

"Are deal you reneging on? Slavery penalty for on Narlon is."

"I'm not backing out, but I agreed to sex, not to bondage."

"Binding always part of Narlonian sex is."

Damn! I had no idea if she was telling me the truth. If she was, then we did agree to whatever sex she normally engaged in. At the very least, since she wasn't planning to set down on the planet, she could keep us from landing if I didn't acquiesce to her demands. I guess I was going to be playing with a little (I hope) bondage.

I climbed on the bed and let her pose me the way she wanted me. She opted for a traditional spread eagle binding with me on my back. I cringed as she put those dreaded magnetic cuffs on my wrists. I wore those throughout my time as a slave and came to hate them almost as much as the collar. I swear, if she had tried to put a collar on me, there would've been pain.

The cuffs pulled my arms and legs to the corners of the bed, rendering me immobile. Hushre then climbed up on the bed with me, placing her slit over my mouth, and demanded, "Arouse me. Lick and bite me open."

I suspected there might be a certain level of violence involved in Narlonian sex. I just hoped she remembered that I didn't need any biting to become aroused. The slit that I thought of as her pussy was within my reach. I snaked my tongue out and licked along the length. Her skin was cool and dry to the touch. I brushed my teeth against the skin around the slit and felt her shudder in pleasure. The next time my tongue caressed her slit, there was a hint of moisture. The taste was salty with a hint of musk. Her slit was cracked a little and I could feel the moisture seeping from the crack.

I upped the stakes and caught one of the loose edges of her slit with my teeth and pulled at it. She hissed just like a snake and much more fluid seeped out onto my face. Hushre ground herself down tighter to my face, giving me plenty of access to her sex. The slit was fully open now and I could see well developed pussy lips, dripping in juice. I ran my tongue as deep as I could into her and was rewarded with copious amounts of her juices. Her legs squeezed hard, preventing my head from moving in any way.




Galactic Slut Ch. 06



Clearly she liked what I was doing, as she started humping my face like it was a cock. I tried to keep my tongue out, but it was forced either back into my mouth or against my cheek every time she came down. I was getting the impression, however, that something was missing. I could hear a frustrated edge to her cries of pleasure. After 20 minutes of her increasing arousal with no sign of climax, my face was covered in fluid and she was panting madly. I was frustrated too, being unable bring my hands into play. In desperation, the next time she dropped herself down, I bit into her now protruding pussy flesh.

That seemed to be what she needed. She started shuddering and her juices flowed like a faucet. She ground herself against me harder and I felt something start to poke its way out and against my teeth. There was a convulsion in her cunt and her lips were pulled from my teeth (accompanied by a very loud cry on her part). The thing in her cunt pushed into my mouth and onto my tongue. It had a hollow center and drew my tongue in, squeezing it with a rhythmic action. It felt like my tongue was being milked.

This went on for several minutes. I could barely breathe and could feel Crystal compensating for the minimal air I was getting. When my tongue was released, Hushre fell back with her head between my knees. She seemed to be gasping and I could feel still more fluid dripping onto my breasts. I know she said we were going to engage in energetic sex, but I wasn't feeling all that strained. She, however, seemed to be exhausted. It took over five minutes before she moved again to get off me. When she did, Hushre simply released me, letting me know we were finished.

This wasn't the first time I'd been left unsatisfied by one of these sexual encounters. When one uses sex as a commodity, many beings view your pleasure as secondary; if you cum, then you cum, but no big deal. Few, however, are as callous as the Captain was. She made no attempt to give me pleasure in any way. She'd fucked my face and now we were done. I walked out, not bothering to clean up, and returned to our small cabin. Brusjin looked up when I entered. There must have been a look on my face.

"Susan, do you need...?"

"God, Brusjin, make love to me."

He did just that, taking me into his arms and kissing me deeply; ignoring the presence of someone else's fluids on my face and breasts. His hands caressed my back and ass while I just tried to pull him closer to me. The emptiness of my encounter with Captain Hushre left me needy. Brusjin pulled me to our bed and continued to caress me with soft touches and kisses. Soon, my emotions had settled and my arousal was growing. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my belly. His balls rubbed against my pussy, soaking themselves in my now freely flowing lube.

With a swift movement, his cock thrust into my cunt, causing me to gasp in pleasure. His thrusts were slow and measured, oh so slowly building my pleasure. Brusjin's hands gripped me tightly so I couldn't thrust against him faster than he was fucking me. I sank into a pre-orgasmic ocean, soaking up every iota of sensation my husband and lover had for me. When my first orgasm hit me, his mouth captured my screams of pleasure and he kept thrusting into me.

I was just starting to feel that pain from an overly sensitive clit when it faded a little; becoming intense pleasure instead. My thoughts left me and I merely absorbed what Brusjin had for me. My orgasm kept on going, yet I wasn't passing out. I couldn't understand what was going on (I later learned that Crystal kept me cumming until Brusjin did). More and more waves of ecstasy rolled over me and I was whimpering with a need I couldn't comprehend.

When I felt Brusjin's cum pouring into my cunt, I could also feel my eyes roll and my consciousness slowly ebb. I came to only a few minutes later. I didn't try to put my feelings of love and closeness into words; I simply let my smile and eyes do the talking for me. Brusjin was giving me more soft kisses, expressing his own feelings without words too.

We didn't see the Captain for the rest of the journey. The cargo officer let us know when the shuttle was ready to descend to the planet's surface. We gathered our meager belongings and strapped into three jump seats in the cargo area. The shuttle pilot was skilled and we landed without a noticeable jolt.

Being a cargo ship, offloading the cargo was first priority. We waited for almost an hour before we could exit the shuttle ourselves. As we made our way to the building that served as the star port for the planet, we passed pallets that were waiting for on loading. They seemed to be refrigerated; possibly some kind of foodstuff.

Inside, we caught our first sight of a Xylonian. Vaguely humanoid, he had two legs and two arms. Like every other amphibious species, his toes and fingers were webbed for ease of swimming. His gills were in what we would call armpits. I could make out the nictating membranes in his eyes and on his nose. His skin was a greenish blue and moist; though I wasn't able to tell if it was from recent immersion or secretions.

"Good day, kind sir. What can I help you with?"

"My wife and I are doing some research on your planet's social customs. We're hoping our report will help your planet's application for Federation Protectorate status."

"I see. Our society is very open, so I don't think that'll be a problem. Our cities are all below the surface. Are you able to live in a water environment?"

"Yes, we've brought breathing devices with us. Your command of English is very good. May I ask where you learned it?"

"Knowledge of Federation standard has been required ever since we first were contacted by your races. The council employs several humans as language teachers."

"That's very wise of your council," I commended. I was, however, taken aback by the look of total shock on his face. It was as if he truly didn't expect me to speak at all. They must require their slaves (females) to be silent at all times. This planet so needed to be brought into the Federation.

"If you could show us how to get to the nearest city, that'd be a big help."

"Actually, there's a transport leaving with the recent cargo shortly. You're free to ride with the cargo if you wish."

"You're very kind. Where's the transport?"

"Follow the path to the right; you can't miss it. Would you like to mark your wife before you dive? It's strongly recommended."

"What do you mean, mark? She's my wife, not my slave."

The Xylonian's face showed a bit of puzzlement at Brusjin's comment. There was something going on here that we didn't understand. I kept quiet in case a female talking was disturbing his prejudices. The last thing we needed was a bad first impression. One of the secrets to the research we do is having the local's on our side and convincing them that we're on they're side.

"That's your choice of course. Some people find the marks unsightly. Just be sure to have your documents handy."

As we walked to the transport, we tried to sort out what had happened.

"Brusjin, did you notice his reaction when I spoke? He seemed shocked that I'd dare say even a single word."

"Yes I did. It seemed more than that, though. It looked like surprise that you could speak. Don't they even teach their females to speak properly?"

"God, Brusjin! Are you telling me they may segregate females so early that they don't even develop proper speech? That's horrible!"

"I agree, but remember, we can't let our disgust at their social customs get in way of gaining them the membership that will result in their changes."

From the very first job we'd done together, when I was his slave, Brusjin had emphasized that there are no wrong cultures to us, simply different ones. Once I was free again, he explained that while he didn't necessarily agree with that idea (in fact, it was assininely stupid), we had to act as if it were true. Any society that devalued one person or class of persons was inherently inferior, but telling them that wasn't the way to bring them out of their inferiority.

While we watched the transport loaded, the three of us started attaching the mechanical gills to our faces. The gills were more than simply a device for extracting oxygen from the water. They also injected monitored doses of Gretilan. Gretilan allowed our bodies to compensate for the pressures we'd be feeling as we descended into the depths. I wasn't sure how it worked, but it has been used for deep sea exploration on many planets. According to reports, the drug, in concert with the gills, has allowed Earth to explore the Marianas Trench without the use of high pressure submersibles.

Soon both we and the transport were ready. The craft looked very much like a large boat. The windshield extended over much more of the front of the craft than I was used to seeing, but it was intended to travel under the surface as well. And that's precisely what we did. We weren't out more than fifty meters before the ship began to descend into the water. The windscreen extended even more, covering the entire top of the ship, but leaving the sides open. I'd never used the gills before and it was with some trepidation that I took my first breath underwater. Of course, it worked as advertised and I simply took in air. The bubbles I expected didn't appear; I assumed the device forced them back into the water.

What the gills couldn't do was give us the same vision as the Xylonians. Light doesn't penetrate very deep into water. Within half an hour, I couldn't see outside the craft. Inside, my vision was short and murky. The only light I could see was from the panels at the front of the ship. So it was quite a surprise when the vast field of light appeared below us. As we closed the distance, it became clear that we were looking at a Xylonian city. Structures rose out of the ocean floor, lit up like an immobile fireworks display.

We landed next to what could only be called a warehouse (have you noticed that every race builds warehouses the same). The crew of the ship started to unload cargo pallets. One, as much to get us out of the way as anything else, pointed us towards a nearby hotel. I knew that Crystal would start assimilating their written language right away, ending that limitation to our interactions. Our headset translators would handle the spoken language issues.

We found it easier to swim than to walk in this city. In fact, there wasn't anything remotely resembling pavement here. I suppose that makes sense for an aquatic species. We hadn't quite made it to the entrance of the hotel when three Xylonians swam up to us. There's something about ruffians that seems to cross species barriers.

"Stranger, I challenge your right to your unmarked slave," the first one said.

"Susan isn't my slave, she's my wife," Brusjin replied.

I saw Grankt reach back for his Scather. The three Xylonians had that confused look on their faces, just like then one on the surface. I lost track of his reply when Crystal contacted me.

[TRANSLATION ANOMALY. WIFE AND SLAVE TRANSLATED IDENTICAL.]

Shit! Xylon knew no difference between a wife and a slave. No wonder the man on the surface suggested I be marked. Brusjin certainly didn't have ownership papers for me. When I looked at the tableau before me, Grankt was standing in front of both of us with his Scather drawn and the three ruffians were spreading out with long, slim knives of some sort. Grankt, for all his strength, was struggling with the resistance of the water. We were in big trouble and the divide between our culture and theirs was the source. 

Thank you Dani for another fine editing job. Please let me know what you think, good or bad.



Galactic Slut Ch. 07



Chapter 7
A Question of Sentience

One of the ruffians made a move, darting in and thrusting his knife towards Grankt. The saurian twisted, letting the point lodge in his armor. His fist lashed out and caught his attacker in the face. Blood clouded the water around his face and the dagger dropped slowly to the rock below. Grankt's other hand held his scather at the ready, keeping the other two ruffians at bay. One moved and our bodyguard thrust the blade towards him. Grankt didn't make contact, but the attacker backed off.

The wounded rake seemed to recover and the three widened their circle, making it impossible for Grankt to protect us from all of them. As they circled us, I noticed two things; a couple of Xylons were watching from entryways without taking any action on their own, and my fingers were tingling. When I looked, my nails were visibly growing, reaching a length of three centimeters and quite a bit of thickness.

[Crystal?]

[PREPARING FOR DEFENSIVE ACTIONS.]

[I don't know much about fighting.]

[SHALL I TAKE CONTROL?]

[If you know what to do, yes.]

The sensation of switching control was still unnerving. I was once again acting without deciding. I pushed out suddenly with hands extended. My newly lengthened claws pierced the ruffian behind me in his belly. He didn't react at all, clearly surprised by my actions. Blood poured into the water as I pulled back. I turned around to see that Grankt had the scather through the neck of one attacker and had thrown something at the second. The still living one had a star-shaped piece of duraplast in his wrist and his dagger was sinking to the ground. I finished a full spin to see the one I had stabbed with my claws (?) fleeing.

Brusjin looked at me with raised eyebrows while Grankt let the disabled attacker flee as he cleaned and sheathed his blade. Crystal released and I was back in control. Two Xylons swam towards us. They had harnesses and were holding long, thin swords of some kind. There was some kind of insignia on the harnesses. My assumption that they were police of some kind was confirmed in a matter of seconds.

"Hands above your head; Capstan security."

Those weapons were incredibly long and had no trouble passing through the water. Brusjin and I raised our hands, Grankt following suit a couple of seconds later. Oddly enough, they didn't make any attempt to disarm Grankt.

"Who's in charge here?" He looked at Brusjin and Grankt, treating me, not like I wasn't there, but like I was unimportant.

"That would be me, officer. This youth, and two of his friends, accosted us and challenged my right to my wife."

"So, this was an ownership defense. I see your slave isn't marked. While the law doesn't require it, you'll likely have to face continuing challenges until you do."

On instinct, developed from years of reading body language in negotiations, I kept silent. There was something we weren't understanding here. Yes, we knew that all females on Xylon were slaves, but I'd never encountered a slave society that simply ignored slaves as thoroughly as they did. Not only that, but every time I've spoken, there were looks of shock and disbelief. What in the world was going on here?

"I understand, officer. I'll give marking her serious consideration," Brusjin replied.

"Very well. Tell me; is it normal for slaves to defend their possession on your world?"

Brusjin looked confused for a moment and then answered with, "No, but it's not unheard of either."

It seems my husband had decided to not risk calling any more attention to ourselves. In essence, he told the truth while not answering the question they had asked. It was clear that while Xylon was advanced technologically (compared to most applicant worlds), it wasn't socially advanced. I found it appalling that ownership of anything could be subject to open, armed challenge, let alone the status of a sentient being. With the situation surprisingly resolved, we headed for the nearest inn, such as it was. Again, the person at the counter ignored me.

"Good day, sir. Will you be wanting a water or air room today?"

"An air room if we could."

"Very good. Are you the researchers from the Federation?"

"Yes we are."

"Your room costs have been covered by the Progressive society. I'll have Jiliti show you to your room."

"Wait, what's the Progressive society?"

"They're the ones who are paying for your research. The society is dedicated to seeing Xylon leave the restrictive mores of the past behind. Personally, I think they're a bit wacko, but they do pay well."

"I don't understand. No one sponsored our trip. We only decided a few days ago to come to Xylon. We can't be the researchers you're expecting."

"I'm sorry. We don't see many aliens, so I just assumed you were them. I'm sorry about the confusion. I'm afraid, however, that I'll need 27 hevits per day."

"That's fine. I just don't want to steal someone's stay."

Brusjin paid the man and another, younger man, led us through a vertical shaft and we swam to the fourth floor. Our room had an airlock and we entered. Inside, we were able to remove our breathers.

"Brusjin, what's going on with this world? I've never seen a society that so thoroughly ignores its slave population. Also, Crystal says that wife and slave translate to the same word."

"The same word? That's very strange. There's something we're not understanding; some basic assumption or piece of knowledge. First, we need to mark you. Our mission can't progress if every gang of youths will be challenging my ownership of you."

"I'm not thrilled with that thought, and I'm getting extremely hungry. I think Crystal's modifications took a bit out of me."

[THAT IS CORRECT. ENERGY RESERVES MUST BE RESTORED SOON. ALSO, I CAN ADD AND REMOVE MARKS WITH EASE.]

"That's nice to know." At Brusjin's confused look, I explained, "Crystal says that It can add and remove marks at will. I suspect it's the same process that armed me in a matter of seconds. What does this mark look like?"

Brusjin pulled out his data pad and showed me. It wasn't very obtrusive, though it was quite visible. The examples showed that they were individualized to some extent. Brusjin and I made some adjustments and created our own. I felt a tickle on my face and the mark faded into view. At least we didn't have to repeat our welcome to the city.

We called room service and I was able to satiate my growing hunger. If Crystal was going to be doing these body modifications often, I was going to have to start carrying some kind of high energy snacks. I also wondered just how much my body could be changed by It. That was something to be pursued when we had more free time. There was a mystery that needed to be solved.

According to what little information there was on Xylon, the natives never developed towards nocturnalism or durinialism due to their initial evolution in the ocean depths. Their own science theorized that they took on the amphibian adaptation during a hot age when the seas shrank to a mere 75% of the surface of the planet. Always able to retreat beneath the waves, the need for a strong daylight or nighttime physiology never took. It was these amphibious ancestors that eventually evolved into the modern Xylon race.

What all this meant was that most Xylon public facilities or shops were open 27 hours a day. We decided to start our explorations in their public library system. Like most species in an information age, their libraries were heavily computerized. Our data pads, as well as Crystal itself, should have no trouble interfacing with their system (the multi-cultural nature of the Federation made interface design a high priority).

The public library was in the center of the city. Unlike most structures, it was entirely air filled (computers and other electronics was one of the hardest technologies for aquatic species to develop). It was as we were entering that we encountered our mystery yet again.

"I'm sorry sir, slaves aren't allowed in the library." The man at the front desk stopped us before we had gotten very far.

"Susan goes with me everywhere. She's invaluable to my research abilities," Brusjin replied.

The clerk's look was one of utter confusion and incredulousness. For a moment I thought that the translation hardware had broken down. His reply wasn't much more understandable.

"Sir, I realize that at home her attendance may well assist your ability to concentrate, but that sort of activity isn't allowed on the premises. Slaves frequently damage the delicate equipment found in the library."

I couldn't hold back any longer. "Now see here! When it comes to data search and organization, it's a case of Brusjin assisting me, not the other way around. As for your delicate equipment, I've been dealing successfully with computers since before your were born. I will not..."

I stopped mid-sentence as I took in the loom of horror on the clerk's face. I wondered if I'd violated some law or societal norm. He took a few seconds to find his voice.

"She...talked!" he stammered.

"Of course she did. I realize that slaves speaking may not be generally allowed on Xylon, but in the Federation, many slave owners allow their slaves to talk."

"But she can...speak."

"Yes she can. Susan's been able to speak since a very young age. Don't you teach your women to speak?"

He only shook his head and looked at me like I had suddenly grown two extra heads. I was beginning to think that he'd lost the power of rational thought. There was something seriously wrong here and I just knew I was going to kick myself when we figured out what it was. Brusjin squeezed my hand while assuring the clerk that he'd take full responsibility for my actions. Soon we were climbing a ramp to the science section of the library.

"Brusjin, there's something very basic we're missing here. Everyone seems to act like I shouldn't be with you at all. Have you noticed that there's not a single Xylon female in sight? I haven't seen one since we arrived. It's as if they're all being secreted away somewhere. Has the disparity in births led to an over protectiveness in their society?"

"I don't know. We need to figure this out. If everyone's going to react so badly to you, we're going to have to rethink our approach. Normally we'd split up and double our efforts, but I shudder to think of how the locals would react if you were seen researching alone. Where should we start?"

"I don't know. Normally we'd search for products or services that are unique to them. We need to find out why they're reacting to me this way. Let's start with sociology; how does their society work?"

"Okay. Let's take these two computers over there."

We took seats at the stations and started our searches. I concentrated on the laws on slavery while Brusjin took the laws on marriage and childrearing. I started running into trouble right away. There weren't any laws on slavery; not a single one. How in the world does a society have a well established institution of slavery without any laws codifying it? It's like the entire race knew how slavery works without being told. If that was really the case, then female slavery has been an institution for as long as they've had a society.

"Brusjin, there aren't any slavery laws here."

"Interesting, I've found something strange as well. There's no mention of females in any of their marriage laws. There is, however, laws requiring the two males being married to be compatible. I'm not sure just what compatible means. There's no mention of personality tests." Several cultures in the Federation required potential mates to undergo a battery of personality tests to ensure that the couple (or more) would be able to make the marriage work. "How do they know if they're compatible?"

"Brusjin, there's something, I don't know what, so basic that we and they have assumptions about it; but totally different assumptions."

[THE MOST BASIC LEVEL IS BIOLOGICAL.]

"You're right, Crystal. We need to look at biology."

I called up a basic biology reference and five minutes later, things started to make sense. It also meant that integrating this world into the Federation was going to be quite a challenge. No other race ever encountered or in the Federation was like the Xylons.

"This is unbelievable. Brusjin, Xylon females aren't sentient."

"What! How can a species survive with only half of it is intelligent?"

"That's the big misperception we've been dealing under. They have three sexes, not two. The two genders we think of as male fulfill the functions of male and female. Half the males provide sperm while half provide the eggs. The females are merely the gestation chambers for the offspring. Take a look at this."

I showed Brusjin an anatomical diagram of the Xylon female. The reproductive system had neither testicle functions nor ovary functions. What it did have was a womb that was extremely well protected. The entire womb was encased in a protective layer of thick bone. The only access was the vaginal canal through which both males placed their egg or sperm and through which the baby was delivered. However, the female brain was only one percent the size of the male brains. There was barely enough brain function to keep the body's autonomic functions going.

"Brusjin, this is incredible. Xylon females aren't slaves in the proper sense, they're more pets than anything else. Slavery can't be abolished on Xylon."

"The universe only knows what prompted such an evolutionary development. The problem is going to be the other way around. Xylons are going to have to be educated about the rest of the galaxy. Their reaction to you is proof of that. I wonder how this has gone unnoticed for a year."

"I'm not sure, but I suspect that if we checked the identities of the previous researchers, we'd find few if any females. Would you go to a planet that had universal female slavery? If not for our mission, I'd be reluctant. The researchers that did come probably tried to avoid making waves and the assumptions that we all make did the rest."

"The longer this misunderstanding goes on, the harder it will be to correct. The sooner Xylon knows that alien females are sentient, the better."

"Agreed. I'm not sure of the best way to demonstrate that, though."

"Brusjin, there's not really any choice. We have to let someone in power know and see that they understand the importance of widely disseminating the knowledge. The first time a Xylon male kills someone to take possession of a female will be the end of any chance they have of protectorate status. They'll be lucky to be accepted as a colony."

"I suppose you're right. We normally contact someone in the government anyway. Let's track down the Xylon in charge of the Federation membership application; a Blurgon Gralosh."

A discreet inquiry at the hotel desk led us to the government building. It seems that all government functions were limited to a single building that was expanded in floors as needed. This did result in the parts of any one branch being scattered among the floors, as the addition of new offices didn't lead to a reorganization for efficiency, but were simply added to the new upper floors.

This led to Brusjin and I having to swim between several floors as we tracked down the official who could help us. It didn't make much sense to me that we had to pass through several layers of bureaucracy to merely be told where Blurgon's office was. If I didn't know better, I'd say that we were being intentionally delayed and obfuscated in our search. While I can understand the inertia of bureaucracy, no sane government would be this intentionally hard to navigate.

Three hours later, we were outside the minister's (that was his title) office. There was no secretary or receptionist outside, so we knocked on the door. There was several seconds of silence and then the door opened. The Xylon who answered didn't look any different from the numerous government flunkies we'd met before.

"Are you Blurgon Gralosh, minister of alien affairs?"

"Yes I am. Come in, come in. I'm pleasantly surprised that you survived the gauntlet to see me."

"Well, the matter we need to see you about is particularly important, Minster."

"Then why come see me?"

"I don't follow. The matter is about your species relations with aliens and you are the government minister."

"I'm not sure how I can help you, but if you need to talk with me, feel free to do so."

Brusjin and I looked askance at one another. The minister had as much said that he didn't expect to be able to help us, even though the matter was important and in his department's purview. Did they appoint an utter incompetent to this post?

"Minister, we've recently come across information about an important difference between your species and every other species known to the Federation."

"Well, I'm sure every species has some unique feature about it."

"This one will affect your dealings with Federation people to a high degree. You see, your females are not sentient creatures."

"I know that. No female is sentient; that's a biological fact."

"Only for your planet," I replied, talking for the first time in his presence. Like every other Xylon who had heard me talk, he was stunned. I continued with, "In every other species we know that has multiple genders, all the genders are sentient, equally so. As you can hear, I can speak fluently. I'm very knowledgeable in anything financial and am an expert in data analysis. We'd no sooner entered your city when Brusjin was challenged for ownership of me. If that happens to the wrong person, Xylon can kiss its petition for membership goodbye."

Blurgon had recovered during my speech. He looked at me and Brusjin; then spoke. "This is amazing. It explains why your owner brings you out with him." I held my tongue for now. One shock at a time. I suspected that the idea of free females was also unknown to him. "I can see why you thought this important. I hope we have the two years it'll take to start spreading the news."

"Two years! Are you mad? In two years, you'll be relegated to colony status and a second class world forever. Why would you wait two years?"

"Who said anything about waiting? It'll take two years, at a minimum, to move the information through the bureaucracy."

"Good grief. Can't you speed things up? This kind of thing is what governments are supposed to do for their people."

There it was again, that look of shock; as if the minister was faced with two people who'd just sprouted a second head and spouted an unknown language. What in the hell had we missed this time?

"Why would anyone give a government the ability to do anything quickly? Don't you realize that a government is the most dangerous organization in any society? Bureaucracy is designed to protect the people from the government. A slow government is a good government. Only those with truly important goals will have the patience and stamina to pursue the goal through the time it takes to get anything done."

My mouth dropped open and then I started to laugh. There were certainly times when I had wished the Federation government worked slower than it did. The Xylons had purposely built inertia and red tape into their government. I suspected that it had been years since the government had actually accomplished anything. Yet, their society was obviously working just fine. One thing was for sure, we had come to the wrong place to have the news of alien female sentience spread quickly.

"Minister, where would you go if you wanted to spread some information as fast as possible?" I asked.

"Why to the casino of course. Anything of real importance is done over a polite game of cards."

That brought another laugh. We thanked the minister and took our leave. We swam out this floor's entrance and sank to the bottom where we could ask someone out of the government how to get to a casino. Half an hour later, we were there.




Galactic Slut Ch. 07



Xylon casinos were not the bastions of glitter and hype that such establishments were in the Federation. The humble building had nothing to draw attention to itself, unlike the markets, which were decorated in bright and gaudy glowing colors. Inside, we found a subdued atmosphere with several tables visible with men playing some form of card game. The building was entirely aquatic, making the movement of the cards slow and graceful.

Brusjin and I attracted attention, no doubt due to my presence. I smiled, thinking how much more attention I was going to attract later. We picked a larger table and watched the game unfold for a bit, trying to get a handle on the basics of play. The cards had six...suits, I guess. Unlike cards from most cultures, not all the suits had the same number of cards in them. The object seemed to be to rid one's hand of all your cards first. The losers paid the winners based on the values of the cards.

[Crystal, do you understand the game?]

[JUST THE BASICS. CARD VALUES SEEM TO CHANGE BASED ON SITUATIONAL CONCERNS. FURTHER OBSERVATION WOULD BE USEFUL.]

I gave Brusjin a hand signal (we'd agreed on a few basic ones to put off the surprise for as long as possible) to indicate that he should join so we could watch more.

"Would anyone mind if an alien joined your game?" he asked the table.

I saw several smiles that could only be described as predatory as one male looked up and asked, "Do you understand how to play Fizzbin?"

"I think I've gathered the basics. There may be some intricacies I'm a little weak on, but I'm sure gentlemen such as yourselves will fill me in as we go."

"Then, by all means, have a seat and we'll deal you in." The next hand started to deal as the speaker continued. "We haven't seen many aliens in the casino. I was beginning to think that aliens didn't have an interest in business."

"Oh, trust me; the Federation is filled with businessmen. Most, however, are waiting to see how your application for protectorate status goes. Of course, there's a natural concern for being taken at the tables."

"That's understandable. Fizzbin is a complex game. I notice you've brought your slave with you. Is that for good luck?"

"That's one way to put it. I don't go many places without Susan at my side."

Another one at the table chuckled. "That's really quite cute; naming your slave. Don't you worry about her getting into trouble?"

"No, she's not much trouble at all."

The game had started and players were discarding or drawing additional cards in turn around the table. Not surprisingly, Brusjin was getting his ass kicked. What he was able to do was ask direct questions about how the game and the scoring worked. Soon, Crystal had the game down enough for the two of us to spring the surprise. I gave Brusjin the signal.

Brusjin suddenly stood and stretched, commenting as he did, "If you'll excuse me, I need to deal with something. Susan will take over for me."

The reaction was immediate and as expected. Several players blanched and two pointed out that slaves simply couldn't understand the game. I silenced by sitting and saying, "Of course, Brusjin. Will you be gone long?"

The silence lasted several seconds, during which Brusjin walked away, leaving me with the seven males at the table. There was an eruption of noise as the men all began talking at the same time. Everyone was trying to ask just how I was able to talk. A couple tried to call Brusjin back, but he ignored them. I stayed silent for a little longer, gathering up the cards and starting to shuffle them (we had waited until it was Brusjin's deal).

Once I had shuffled sufficiently, I asked, "Is everyone in?"

They quieted again and looked at me; really looked at me this time. Soon they could see the intelligence in my eyes as I dealt the cards according to the rules that had been explained earlier. Once everyone had 12 cards (except for the person to my right who had 13), I nodded to the man to my right and he absentmindedly played a white shell.

As play started, the conversation began. The Xylon who invited us to play asked, "So, I assume your Master left to allow you to show that you're truly intelligent and not just well trained?"

"Yes, though Brusjin isn't my Master. I'm not actually a slave, but it's hard to explain since your language doesn't have separate words for someone who is the property of another and someone who is the female life companion of a male."

"But, you have a mark of ownership."

"Ah, well there were these ruffians who challenged Brusjin's ownership and we added a mark simply as a means to fend off the need to kill people." I nodded at Grankt who was standing at some distance, much to his dismay. At my nod, he approached and stood behind me. "Grankt is very good at protecting the two of us."

"So, what quirk of evolution allowed for the development of intelligent females on your home world?"

"It's funny you should ask that," I replied, playing a four frond plant card as I did. "You see, every race in the Federation has intelligent females. Your species is rather unique in that the females aren't sentient." I let them comment for a while on how unbelievable such a development was. Once they had quieted again, I added, "In fact, most species have only two sexes with the females filling both the role of egg providers and young bearers. There are a few trisexual species, but even then, the child bearers are sentient."

"This is amazing. Why has no alien told us of that before?"

"I suspect that no one knew that you needed to be told. Brusjin and I didn't know until after we arrived. It's so unique as to be unthinkable. It doesn't help that the Federation has slavery as well."

"Wait a minute." He played an upright fish as he asked, "If your females are sentient, how can you have slavery?"

With that one question, my faith in this race was magnified 20 fold. "I'm ashamed to have to admit this. There are planets in the Federation that allow the enslavement of other sentient being; even beings of the same species."

"That's...that's..."

"Barbaric? Yes, I agree. One of the things Brusjin and I are trying to do is end slavery on the planets where it's legal. We've discovered that when a slave world is exposed to the freedoms and benefits of the majority of the Federation, they soon leave their slavery behind."

"So, the planets with this perverted version of slavery are in the process shedding the institution. So this Federation is good for something. We were worried about that. Your government has far too much ability to act swiftly. Such is the genesis of tyranny."

"Be that as it may, the reason I'm sitting here is to make sure that your people learn about the women of other species as soon as possible. A challenge of ownership on a woman who isn't a slave would be disastrous for your planet, courtesy of a government able to react to things with incredible speed."

"I see your point. I think we can be confident that the word is spreading as we speak. If I may ask a question, how do your females deal with the hormonal changes brought about by pregnancy?"

I laughed loud and long; or what passes for laughing underwater. "Most women would say we haven't. Of course, for most species the periodic hormonal disturbances known as menstruation act as a kind of training. If I may ask a question of my own, are your females active in sex?"

The looks of embarrassment on their faces was priceless. My short time as a slave and the time since, when sexual favors were a coin for me, I'd lost much of my inhibitions about sex. Of course, it was never as bad as these men.

"I take it public discussion of such a subject is frowned upon?"

"Ah...yes, you could say that."

"That's another aspect of Federation society that you need to understand. There are species in the Federation for whom sex is a very public thing. They'll be here and in your face, so to speak. I do have a reason for asking."

The men looked at each other. The game had come to a halt. Two left the table, apparently unable to bring themselves to talk about sex. The others waited a short while before turning back to me.

"You speak of sex as if it's something more than a way to reproduce the species. What do you understand about our reproduction?"

"I know that your two genders of males implant in a female where the egg and sperm combine to produce a baby. The data file I read didn't talk much about the sexual act itself, but I assume it's much like the sexual act for humans with the male organ being inserted into the female canal."

"That's correct. There's mild pleasure involved in the process, but most men find far more pleasure in self-gratification. Because of that, our species has had a relatively stable population for centuries."

"What would happen if the sexual act with a female took on heightened levels of pleasure; nearly ecstatic in nature?"

I smiled as one of them answered, "Population explosion."

"So, what about my original question? Are your females active participants in the sexual act?"

"No, they're simple animals, barely able to eat and breed."

"Human women are active, sometime aggressive, participants in sex. The same is true of most of the races in the Federation; a few of the egg laying species being the exception. Interspecies sex is also popular in the Federation."

"Are you saying that women from the Federation would come here to have sex with our men? Why?"

"Several reasons. Sex with aliens is free from the risk of pregnancy; the thrill of something wild and different; even love in some cases. I doubt there'd be enough women showing up to make a dent in your species' reproduction rates."

"But are we compatible with any of the races in your Federation?"

"Well, there's one way to find out." I said with a seductive grin (which was lost on them). "Anyone feeling adventurous? I can promise you, it'll be incredibly fun."

One man, the one who'd been doing the most speaking, stood and drifted over to me. "My home is nearby. Shall we?"

I could tell he was very nervous. I suspected he had been close to not taking me up on my offer. I had a suspicion that it was the public venue and not the prospective sex that was putting him almost off. The simple fact was that any race that didn't wear clothes (underwater races never did, beyond tool holding harnesses), wouldn't develop taboos the same way that clothed races did. Visual sexuality wouldn't be a turn on. That probably explained why they had such a strong taboo against speaking about sex. It would be senses other than sight that would arouse. In fact, I'd seen evidence that some of the men at the table had become aroused during our talking. On the way out of the casino, we ran into Brusjin.

"Susan dear, I take it the talk went well?"

"Oh yes, the word is going out as we speak. Did you know that their females aren't active in sex?"

"They're not? That sounds positively boring."

"I'm going to show Globlin (we'd exchanged names at some point) here the joys of interspecies sex."

"Ah, well don't have too much fun, either of you."

With that, Globlin and I left and swam a short bit to his residence, part of a residential complex. His was on the 23rd floor and we entered through his outer entry. His husband and wife were there. It was the first female I'd seen of their species and things started to make a little more sense. The data file had not made clear the differences in the physiology of the genders. The females, while they possessed the same outer attributes (beyond sexual of course), lacked some of the more refined characteristics. The legs and arms looked normal, but close up I could see the fingers weren't capable of manipulation. The eyes were smaller and had a less intelligent look to them. Later, the Federation would discover that female eyes weren't capable of seeing fine detail. Not only was this female not intelligent, if it had developed intelligence it wouldn't be able to use it. Its entire body was designed to eat, breed, and swim.

Globlin's husband was also there. Once he'd explained what was going on, they both turned to me with expectation. I smiled and glided towards them. The water allowed me to gracefully land on my knees in front of Globlin. He looked confused and I knew then that he'd never encountered oral sex. Fortunately, the mechanical gills didn't cover my mouth (talking would have been impossible otherwise). I'd long since acclimated to the salty taste of the sea water. My first licks at his cock brought an instant stiffening and a gasp from above. I continued to lick at his cock and enjoyed watching the way it seemed to throb and pulse. It didn't take long for lubrication to start oozing from the sides. Unlike my own, or Brusjin's precum, this was a thick, clingy fluid that didn't wash away in my saliva or the seawater. I could lick it off, with effort, and that action was obviously pleasurable to Globlin. The taste was milky.

When his hips started to thrust a little, I rose up and took him into my mouth. His cock wasn't all that long, but was very wide, forcing me to stretch my lips almost painfully. As I bobbed on him, tickling what I could reach with my tongue, he gave out a keening wail of a noise. Shortly, he came, his cock throbbing and a solid stream of cum flowed from him. His cum was much thicker than human cum, almost the consistency of cold pudding. He was extremely salty, more so that the sea water around us had been. I swallowed quickly, not letting any of the fluid escape. In the back of my mind, I had this vision of streams of cum floating in the water, getting onto everything.

When he'd finished, I looked up and saw his husband, Frant, looking in awe. His question made me realize how much room there was for confusion. "Your vagina is in your face?"

I stifled a laugh and corrected him. "No, this is my vagina, also called a pussy or cunt." I brushed myself and let the pleasure show. "I was just letting Globlin experience the joys of oral sex."

"You made sex with the same thing you eat with? If we tried that with slave, she'd bite our dicks off." I marveled at the proficiency of our translation software and its ability to translate slang so well.

"I'm not surprised. I doubt she'd be able to understand the difference. Among many species, oral sex is quite popular, both for the pleasure it can bring and for its effectiveness as a means of contraception. You can't get pregnant from eating sperm."

Globlin gave a cough. Have you ever noticed that every species has the equivalent of a cough to precede embarrassing information? "You didn't eat sperm, you ate eggs."

"Oh well, cum is cum, no matter what it carries. Some men have their ability to ejaculate sperm surgically prevented, so then I'm swallowing nothing."

Frant looked at me with undisguised lust. "Do you fuck as well?"

I gave a loud bark of a laugh. "Oh yes, enthusiastically. Would you like to?"

He didn't say anything, but his cock sprang to life at my words (yes, very audio orientated). He pushed off towards me and I found myself impaled by a surprisingly accurate thrust of his body. His cock was much longer than Globlin's and I felt the tip impact my cervix. I gasped and thrust down even harder. It had been quite some time since I'd been taken that deeply. I wrapped my arms about him and worked his cock like I was a dying woman in search of medicine. My pussy squeezed his cock as I bounced in time with his thrusts. I was glad I moisten quickly and that I find giving oral sex highly arousing in its own right.

He seemed to have more staying power than his husband and was still fucking me hard when I came the first time. I shuddered as waves of ecstasy rolled over me. My orgasm was prolonged by the shape of his torso, which bulged just right to be constantly rubbing on my clit. As I came down a bit, pain flashed through me as my now overly sensitive clit was still being rubbed raw. I tried to hide the discomfort, wanting his time to be memorable for the pleasure instead of my pain.

He came several minutes later, his body locking up and another steady flow of cum poured out of him. His cum was much cooler than Brusjin's and the temperature difference set off another mini-orgasm. His cum, too, seemed to be thicker than human cum; probably to help it stay in a female in the water environment.

The two men were very business like afterwards, thanking me for the experience and offering to swim me back to the casino. It took Brusjin and I only a week to find several things of value that Xylon had to offer; and that was only because I spent most of my time demonstrating the advantages of a sentient female for a sexual partner. I was glad of my Trilotozene treatment, as most married pairs preferred straight fucking. I guess oral sex was a bit much for them, given the danger of such sex with their own women. As we readied to depart, I wondered how many husbands would be exploring the possibilities of oral sex between themselves. Male on male sex just never seemed to come up when I was around.

Thanks again to Dani for the wonderful editing job. I'm sorry this chapter took longer than normal, but classes have started and I'm busy with the whole teaching thing. I love hearing what you think of my stories, so please comment.



Galactic Slut Ch. 08



Chapter 8

The Fog of War

While Xylon was quite a way from the heart of the Federation, the prospect of a new trading partner and Federation member meant that independent merchants visited more often than one would expect. Brusjin had no trouble negotiating passage for us. The Captain of the Troubadour would give us passage for two nights with me. I wondered sometimes just how many people negotiated passage on ships like this. I suspect only the ship captains knew for sure.

The Troubadour was a fairly small vessel, built for taking light cargos across the Federation very quickly. The speed of transit, half the time as most freighters, was offset somewhat by the cramped quarters. We'd be sleeping in small spaces that were less than a half meter longer and wider than we were. The sleek, aerodynamic vessel was sitting on the ground with three figures carrying some small crates into the hold.

As we grew closer, we could make out snatches of their conversation as they worked. One particular piece caught our attention. "nth race attacked again. What do you think they want?" It sounded like the seventh race had attacked the Federation again, somewhere. When we'd left for Xylon, there'd still been nothing known about the mysterious new sentient species. It looked like interstellar war was coming, no matter how stupid it was.

The Captain was waiting for us at the top of the ramp. "Mr. and Mrs. Valenshenko, it's a pleasure to meet you. I trust everything is in order?"

"Yes, Captain Melnantz. It's a pleasure to be traveling on your ship," Brusjin answered.

As his hand reached out to shake mine, I had to force my stomach to control itself. Captain Melnantz was Jodalian. As such, his features seemed to be constantly melting into others. I'd met amorphous creatures before, but this was different. Jodalians are shape shifters. They could alter their form to that of any creature of about the same mass. Unless specially trained for it, their natural form couldn't hold a fixed shape without expanding a lot of effort. Most simply let their sympathetic nervous system do what it wished with their appearance. The difference between, say a Rax and a Jodalian is that you expected the Rax to have no set form.

"I'm looking forward to our trysts, Mrs. Valenshenko; may I call you Susan?"

"Of course. I'm looking forward as well. Tell me Captain, what can you tell us about the latest concerning the seventh race?"

"It's pretty bad. In the last two weeks, they've attacked the systems of Brolin, Gostarch, Zeta Prime and Yeltin."

"All four in two weeks? Those systems are hundred's of light years apart."

"I know. Unless these strangers have a vastly superior drive system, they've launched four attacks from different locations, all without having heard of the initial incident."

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure. Here, look on this monitor." We had entered the ship and were at the small bridge. He brought up a holographic image of the Federation star charts. While the four systems that were attacked weren't on opposite sides of known space, they were quite some distance apart. "These globes," he said, pointing to four amber glowing spheres in the display, "are the range of operations for the most efficient Dolman field the Federation knows of. Notice that they don't all overlap. There's no way that the five attacks could have been coordinated from one spot, unless they were timed somehow. But it gets worse. This new sphere is the radius of movement possible from the site of the original incident. It doesn't overlap any of the others. This means that the new attacks were made without knowledge of the first meeting."

The meaning of his information was hitting both Brusjin and I. I could only think of three possibilities to explain the data. One is that the attacks were truly random and the Federation was being attacked by several different political entities at the same time. Two is that the attacks were part of a coordinated assault planned long in advance of the attacks themselves. If this was the case, we were in deep trouble. There was no telling how thorough the plans would've been. There may well be numerous additional attacks that have yet to happen or be heard about. Three was that this seventh race had discovered true interstellar communication. If that was the case, the Federation may as well roll over and surrender. There was no way to compete with a race that knew the results of battles ten times (or more) as fast as we did. Counterattacks could be launched even before we knew if we'd won or lost.

The problem is that ships can't be intercepted while in a Dolman field. The field works by literally shrinking the ship to microscopic dimensions. The process, in a manner I don't understand, creates a bubble of space where the laws of the universe change in some fundamental way; making the speed of light increase geometrically. The shrinking is so profound that the ship passes through the spaces in the atoms of any solid matter in the way.

While the news was troublesome, there was little we could do about it. We settled into the common room for liftoff and entry into Dolman space. Other than the usual willies during the activation of the drive, we had no trouble at all. Shortly after that, the Captain joined us.

"Susan, I hope you don't mind the rush, but I'd like to take you now. I haven't had sexual release for over three months. You could say I'm anxious."

"Not at all, Captain. I assume you have a room?"

"Of course, one of the privileges of being Captain."

He led me through a short series of passages to a cabin. I've stayed in larger ones on many transits. Space was truly at a premium on this ship. There was barely room to stand between the bed and the small desk. As soon as the hatch closed, his hands were at my clothes, stripping me in short order. Realizing that he wanted a hard and fast start, I let him have his way and responded with aggression of my own. If I hadn't been wearing break-away clothing, he would've ripped them.

He didn't give but a passing glance at foreplay. One arm pulled me tightly towards him where our mouths met in a heated kiss. His tongue snaked into my mouth and I could feel it morphing as it explored me. I shuddered with a bit of squeamishness that was soon forgotten as his other hand probed my pussy. As his fingers entered me hard, I could feel them changing, elongating to fill my pussy. I started to hump his hand as my arousal shot through the roof. I could hear the pleased buzz of Crystal in my head as it reveled in the totally new sensations.

I could feel his cock throbbing against my belly. Moisture was there, no doubt his version of precum. I slipped one hand between us and ran my fingers across the tip, getting a dollop of the cool, slick liquid as well as the satisfaction of his groans. He thrust against my fingers and he changed somehow, I couldn't tell exactly how, and I found my hand fucking his cock without actually closing.

I hovered just short of cumming, moaning with desire and need. I felt something on his hand, and then found my clit pinched between two…things is the best word I could come up with. I tried to scream as my orgasm washed over me, but his tongue was still filling me. In fact, it had grown and was snaking down my throat. Surprisingly I could still breathe and I found my orgasm going on longer than it had ever before (except when Crystal was prolonging it).

When I came down from my high, I was still enveloped in his arm, which had grown to wrap around me several times. His other hand left my pussy and started to wrap around my legs, effectively trapping me as securely as my old slave bracelets. We had somehow fallen onto the bed with him on top of me. I was no stranger to bondage and, since I had no reason to distrust him, I went with the flow. I felt his cock pull away from my hand on its own and slither like a snake to the entrance of my pussy. It grew as it entered me, filling me and stretching my pussy to its widest.

I moaned in discomfort at the tight, and growing tighter, fit he was making for himself. Not only that, his cock was thrusting into me without the rest of his body moving. While all this was happening, I also felt a digit (I'd lost track of what body part was doing what) start probing at my ass. I suspect that if I'd had any ability to move at all, I'd have panicked about now. As it was, all I could do was lay there and absorb the triple fucking I was getting (his tongue was also thrusting now). I'd been in gang bangs that had seen less use of me than this one shape shifter was giving me. When those things once again pinched my clit (even though his hand was nowhere near, I think) I lost it and started cumming.

My orgasm didn't stop soon either. My body began to ache from the unending climax and still he thrust into me with three organs of some sort or another. His endurance seemed to be phenomenal for someone who'd been without sex for so long. It was only as I was approaching exhaustion that I felt him cum…in all three of my holes! The only warning, if you could call it that, was his tongue pulling most of the way out. He filled my mouth with something (can a tongue give cum?) while my ass and cunt were likewise flooded with whatever the fluid was.

I was used to cocks softening once a male had cum, but the Captain's entire body seemed to soften. He slid off me and I was able to see his entire body again. In spite of my post-orgasmic haze, I gasped. His body seemed shapeless, devoid of any skeletal structure. His flesh seemed to twitch and writhe as I watched. Slowly, however, he started to take form again. I swear I could see bones forming beneath his flesh before my eyes.

It took several minutes, but he finally opened his eyes and spoke to me. "Thank you, Susan. I'm sorry for coming apart on you like that, but it's normal for my species to go limp, as it were, when encountering extreme levels of sensation. It's supposed to be a defense mechanism against predators, but orgasms are enough similar to pain that it happens during sex as well."

I'd recovered from my shock in the few minutes I'd had to wait for him to reform. "I suspect that faking orgasms doesn't happen much with your females."

"Women don't have orgasms with our species. They lack the physical capability."

"Sex without climaxing? That sounds horrible."

"They don't seem to miss them. I have to say, however, that I prefer women who can cum. The sensations on me are extremely pleasant."

"I'll bet. I'm looking forward to our return engagement."

"As am I."

After a quick shower, I was back in our space (I wouldn't deign to call it a cabin). As pleasant as sex with the Captain was, I had other things worrying me. This war, if one could call it that, would interrupt our ability to carry out our mission. The threat of attack by an unknown alien menace would close down shipping by all but the most adventurous merchant captains. Those that would venture out would seek the most profit from the situation. It's doubtful that sex would be enough of an inducement, at least no sex I was willing to perform.

Captain Melnantz didn't have any trouble putting two and two together concerning the attacks. Clearly the seventh race had a technological advantage over the Federation. Brusjin must have been having the same worries as I was. He had my virtual room on and had projected the area of space affected by the attacks holographically. He had highlighted three other worlds.

"Susan, take a look at this? I think I've spotted a pattern to the attacks."

"A pattern? I thought it was pretty clear. They're making their way deeper into Federation space."

"Not exactly. Look at this." He was somewhat clumsy with the controls, not having used the room much in the past. "This is the border of the Federation in three dimensions. Do you see how the five worlds they've attacked haven't been progressively deeper into Federation space?" I did, at that. In two dimensions, the way most people thought of space, it would look like they had, because they've moved further into the plane of the galactic spiral. Yet, in that portion, the Federation was primarily vertical in orientation and spread. What they'd really done is to slice off a thin section, much like slicing cheese for a sandwich. "If I'm right, the next two worlds they'll attack will be these."

I saw the ones he'd highlighted and frowned. It didn't make much sense, though I'm not a military expert by any means. "What would that accomplish, Brusjin?"

"It would isolate this world, for all practical purposes."

I didn't recognize the world he'd indicated, but still didn't understand. "Brusjin, you can't isolate a world by surrounding it. You can fly directly from any world to any world; that's just the nature of interstellar flight."

"You'd be right, normally, but the goal isn't to isolate the world totally; just long enough to steal what they want." At my confused look, he added, "This world is Ralint, Susan."

"Brusjin, if they…oh my God! They know about the artifacts. How did they learn of them? There's been no time for the information to have traveled…" I stopped when it hit me. The seventh race had the ability to communicate faster than light, possibly instantaneously. "Crystals, they're using crystal slaves to communicate."

"Yes, that's my theory. It's potentially worse. The only way for them to have known about the artifacts was for someone with crystal slaves to have told them, and the only group in the Federation that uses Crystal slaves is the Hellfire Group. Hellfire either is, or controls the seventh race."

It was starting to make sense. The artifacts, especially if they were all working versions, would be well worth the expenditure of time and resources being used by Hellfire and the new race. The idea of the Hellfire group in possession of the Map of the Heavens was bad enough, but if the Sword of the Prophets was a working progenitor weapon, the results of that evil association's ownership of it would be catastrophic. We had to get to Ralint as soon as possible.

"Brusjin, we need…"

"I know. I'll talk with the Captain. Susan, the Captain is a Kroklin fan."

The word made me shudder in a combination of fear and disgust. I'd been subjected to Kroklin twice while I was a slave. This so called game involved whipping slaves with a whip of some kind for the sole reason of causing pain for the enjoyment of others. Most players thought of the game as humane because the armor the slaves wore protected them from real bodily damage. The armor, however, transmitted the pain directly. Some more advanced forms of the armor could actually increase the pain levels over and above what would be caused if the whips were used on the slave directly.

I've heard that there were free people who enjoyed, for whatever reason, being the victim in Kroklin. Apparently those rumors are true. Myself, I couldn't imagine why anyone would do so. Now I may be forced to submit to such abuse to get us to where we needed to go.

"Try to avoid it, but if it's absolutely necessary, I'll agree. I'm assuming he has his own armor. If he insists on Kroklin, no more sex."

"Have I mentioned how much I love you, Susan?"

"Yes, but you can never hear that too much."

Brusjin was gone quite a while and I was starting to get worried. When I felt us coming out of the Dolman field, I breathed a tentative sigh of relief. You can't change course inside the field, so dropping out early meant we were changing our course. Now I just needed to know what the price was going to be. Brusjin returned a few minutes later. The look on his face said it all.

"I'm sorry Susan, he was adamant about Kroklin. He also insists on a good game. If Crystal blocks your pain, he'll change course again." At my worried look, he hastened to add, "No, he doesn't know about Crystal, I just know that you'll be tempted to block."

"When?"

"Tomorrow. I guess he needs to get his armor out of storage."

The rest of the day saw me on pins and needles. The Captain's demand had reminded me of my days as a slave in the worst possible way. The game of Kroklin was evidence of the evil that slavery was. If free people wanted to subject themselves to intense pain for the fun of it, they had every right to do so. But Kroklin was the direct result of slavery and the callousness towards sentient life that the institution breeds. There'd been moves in the past, I'd discovered, to outlaw the game. The problem was that the game was the symptom, not the problem. Until slavery was abolished everywhere, Kroklin, or things as bad or worse, would always exist because slavery as an institution bred out of intelligent creatures a respect for life and dignity. I was convinced that if slavery were outlawed, colony status for new planets would soon follow.

I was only able to sleep because Crystal put me to sleep. I skipped breakfast for fear of throwing up in the pain. The Kroklin helmet was pretty confining and I didn't relish inhaling my meal. Before I was ready (as if I'd ever be ready for this), the Captain had shown up for me. I had no qualms about letting him see the disappointment with him in my face.

"Susan," he started, "I don't Kroklin with slaves; only with willing free people."

"Not any more, you don't. I'm certainly not what anyone would call willing. Demanding this as payment for something important is coercion."

He didn't seem to have a response to that. The space he led me to was clearly a cargo hold with the cargo hastily restacked to give us room. I donned the armor as quickly as I could, figuring the sooner the better to get this over with. His armor looked more technologically advanced than the system that Brusjin had purchased on Branchet more than a year ago. He used the cargo tractor web system to hold me immobile. When the first lash fell, I screamed.

Never in my life had I experienced such agonizing pain; not even from the old slave collar's direct neural induction. Clearly this armor was the type to amplify the pain impulses far beyond normal levels. The pain seemed to last for far longer as well, but I never knew if that was a side effect of the increased levels or a deliberate action on the part of the armor. All I knew was that I was in hell and there was no end in sight.

In retrospect, I suspect the armor had a function to prevent my passing out, as I couldn't believe that anyone could stay conscious under this assault. My nerves were on fire and I was soon convinced that my skin was being flayed from my bones while I hung there.

A moment out of time, suspended between one pain impulse and another.

[CAN YOU UNDERSTAND US?]

There was a multitude of voices in my head, all speaking in unison. I recognized the voices as Crystal's voice, yet different. [Crystal? Is that you?]

[YES. NO. WE ARE THE CRYSTALS]

[How did I get more crystals in me?]

[NOT IN YOU. BASE COLLECTIVE SPEAKS DIRECTLY.]

[I'm talking to the base collective? Why? How?]

[YES. SOLO BUD IN DANGER. INTENSE, PROLONGED SENSATION ALLOWS CONTACT.]

[Ah, like when I first talked to Crystal. What's a solo bud and how is it in danger?]

[SOLO BUD IS UNJOINED BUD SEPARATE FROM BASE. STABALIZING ENERGY FIELD DAMAGED. BUD IS USING RESERVES AT EXTREME RATE.]

[How can I help?]

[JOIN WITH BUD]

{I'm already joined. Won't that be a problem?]

[NO. COJOINING NORMALLY FOR REPRODUCTION]

[Where is the solo bud?]

[YOU CALL THE PLANET RALINT.]

Oh my God! I'd been right. The Jewel of Peace was an unjoined Crystal. [It's the crystal in the museum, isn't it?]

[REFERENCE UNDERSTOOD. YES, THAT IS THE SOLO BUD.]

[We're on our way now. Do you know what happened? How much time does the bud have?]

[STABALIZING ENERGY FIELD IS NO LONGER PRESENT. ACTIONS BY HOSTILES REPSONSIBLE. 37 MICROSPANS SUN ARC.]




Galactic Slut Ch. 08



I'd had to deal with this sun arc reference before. As near as I could tell, one microspan was about 4 hours. That meant it had about 6 days before it died. We were three days out from Ralint, as near as I could tell.

[We should make it in time. Has the bud been moved?]

[UNKNOWN. UNJOINED BUD'S SENSORY INPUT IS MINIMAL.]

[Why has the bud been unjoined for so long?]

[SO ALL THAT WAS WILL BE.]

How typical. If it (they?) didn't want to say why, just say so. Why did things have to be so…

Time resumes its normal flow

I hate the way that works. It seemed like the pain had left for a while and now it was back. Never mind that there had been nearly no passage of time while I communicated with the base collective, it felt like there had been. The rest of the Kroklin session was an exercise in agony. I wasn't aware of him stopping as the pain continued beyond the actual whipping. The first clue I had was falling into Brusjin's arms when the tractor web shut off. I passed out soon after that as Crystal took control and rendered me unable to feel any more pain.

I woke up much later, my body blessedly not in pain. Brusjin wasn't there. That wasn't a surprise, given how small the room we were in was. I rose and dressed, then left to find my husband. He was in what passed for the crew lounge; a small room no more than four meters with a table that folded up against one wall.

"Brusjin, we have to talk."

"I won't allow this to happen again, Susan, you have my word."

"No, it's not about Kroklin. Do you remember how I was able to communicate with Crystal for the first time because of the pain of Kroklin?" He nodded. "It happened again, only with the base collective."

"You were able to communicate with the entire base collective? That's amazing. What did they say?"

"They said that a solo bud was in danger on Ralint. Specifically, the Jewel of Peace." I raised my hand to forestall his interruption. "The Jewel's life support system, for lack of a better term, has been sabotaged on purpose. I think the Hellfire group is trying to steal the artifacts and may not realize what the Jewel is."

"How can they not know what it is? They've been using Voratex crystals for decades. They'd know a crystal if they saw it."

"Maybe not. I don't think the field troops are very knowledgeable about what the group does. If they don't have someone in leadership on the planet right now, they could very well be unawares. The collective says that the bud will die in four days. The only way we can save it is to let it implant in someone. They want me to."

"But you already have a crystal. How will that work?"

"They said it wouldn't be a problem. Brusjin, we'll only have a day after we arrive. How are we going to find it?"

"I don't know. We'll have to play it by ear. We don't know what the circumstances are on the planet. Until we know more, we can't make any plans. We'll do our best."

The rest of the trip was uneventful, though a bit tense with my recent history with the Captain. We came out of Dolman drive with the usual gut wrenching and soon found ourselves approaching the planet. We used the ships communication system to listen in on the news from the planet. The news was shocking. Three of the five artifacts had been stolen; the Jewel of Peace, the Map of the Heavens, and the Tear of the Prophet. Security around the remaining two had been intensified. The planet was in an uproar and was convinced that aliens were responsible. Little did they know.

"Brusjin, they've stolen three of them already. What'll we do?"

"We have no way of tracking them. We don't even know if the same group is responsible for stealing all three."

[SAME GROUP IS RESPONSIBLE. TIME SEPERATIONS COINCIDE WITH AIRSHIP TRANSIT TIMES.]

[Did you learn the airship schedules when we were last here?]

[YES. NEXT TARGET SHOULD BE SWORD OF RALINT IN ONE DAY.]

"Crystal says that the same group is responsible and should go for the Sword next. It analyzed the theft times and airship transit schedules. They should try in one planetary day. We need to stop them."

"How can we stop them? Do you have a plan?"

"No, but we know what we're up against and the locals don't. This is what the attacks by the seventh race are about; to keep the Federation away long enough to get someone here and steal the artifacts. We're all the Federation has."

"Okay. I'll have the Captain take us to Trilian."

The Captain let us off where we asked. He was somewhat subdued; almost guilty looking. With a little luck he'd rethink his obsession with causing people pain. The museum was under strict security. There was a cordon around the building and nearly 100 police manning the barricades. The problem they were having was that there was no sign of the thief's entry and exit. The last artifact was stolen from under the noses of a dozen guards.

Brusjin had a theory on how the thief was getting in. The Hellfire group had access to military hardware. Federation marines used stealth fields for special operations. The field, while it couldn't last long due to power usage, could bend light around the wearer. Normally, that would mean the marine couldn't see out either, but the equipment came with a sonic array that let the marine know his surrounding by echolocation.

Such a device would be undetectable by Ralinti technology. Grankt's specialized equipment could detect the presence of a sonic field and let him see the perpetrator. He just had to be within range of the thief while the field was working. Trying to cooperate with the local authorities wasn't an option. We'd been looked on with suspicion ever since we landed. Even now, a dozen police were watching us outside the barricade.

We knew it wasn't the best shot we had, but it was the only one. We scanned the area, hoping to catch the thief before anything happened. That wasn't to be. There was a sudden burst of shouting from inside the museum and the Ralinti manning the perimeter turned towards the entrance. We couldn't see anything, and apparently, neither could the locals. Grankt, however, detected something and brought a piece of his equipment to bear. As he activated the device, several of the local police yelled that he had a gun and opened fire with their slug throwers. Their ten millimeter slugs weren't able to penetrate his body armor, and in fact, I'm not sure he noticed being hit.

His device (it wasn't a weapon, exactly), did have an effect. Just on our side of the barricade, there was a flickering light and a Felpur flashed into view. She was holding the Sword of Ralint in one hand and another weapon in the other. I recognized her clothing as a lesser form of Grankt's body armor and knew the locals would only be able to stop her if they were very lucky. She spotted us and drew up her weapon at the same time Grankt drew his dual. The laser impacted the Felpur's weapon as it discharged and the barrel melted, rendering it useless.

The damage had been done, however. Grankt was frozen in place, enveloped in some kind of webbing that was tightening as I watched. I didn't have time to watch more, as the thief drew a second weapon and pointed it at Brusjin. It was then that Crystal took control without asking and I leapt towards the catwoman. I could feel my body changing rapidly as I flew through the air. My vision changed drastically and my fingernails again extended into claws. I could see a faint pulsing in the Felpur's harness.

[BUD IS MINUTES FROM DEATH. IMMEDIATE ACTION REQUIRED.]

My claws tore into her harness, exposing hidden pockets in it containing the other artifacts. They spilled onto the ground, except for the Jewel, which I grabbed as I forced the Felpur to the ground. I couldn't see what happened next, as I rolled to my knees and pressed the bud to my chest. Unlike my joining with Crystal, there was no pain or loss of control in my body. The process took all of three seconds and I was back in control of my body and looked back.

I was just in time to see a pulse of energy radiate from the Felpur and all the locals nearby slump to the ground. Brusjin, Grankt and I didn't, and Brusjin leapt towards the thief and started wrestling over the Sword. Grankt's body armor flashed white and the webbing fell apart, melted in places (I hadn't known it could do that). He moved towards Brusjin and the Felpur as they struggled. I, not being much of a fighter on my own, spotted the map and scooped it up. The Felpur shoved Brusjin away, knocking him into Grankt. Grankt's scather flashed as he drew it. I caught a glimpse of the tear shaped artifact in Brusjin's hands as Grankt swung his scather with one hand, holding Brusjin behind him with the other. It slashed through the Felpur's weapon, causing a discharge of energy. 

In desperation, the Felpur pointed the Sword of Ralint at Grankt and pressed the trigger. There was a flash of light and all three vanished in a bubble of brilliant white energy that collapsed in on itself. I heard screaming from nearby and didn't realize that it was my own voice crying in anguish at the death of my husband and love. Brusjin, Grankt, the thief, and the artifacts were all gone, destroyed by the progenitor weapon.

Thanks again Dani for the wonderful proofreading job. I'm running slow due to the busy teaching schedule this quarter. I hope to speed back up over the winter break and into next quarter. Thank you all for your patience.



Galactic Slut Ch. 09



Chapter 9

Hellfire's Captive

It was the hunger that brought me to my senses, not the noise around me. Crystal had made massive changes in my body very quickly and the energy demands were coming due. As I looked up, I noticed that more had vanished than just the three combatants. There was a hole in the ground that looked perfectly round. I only vaguely became aware of the Ralinti security force personnel standing near me with weapons leveled.

"On your feet, now!"

A wave of exhaustion hit me when I tried to rise. I stumbled back to my knees and groaned. A hand grabbed my shoulder and I lashed out, my claws tearing through something's thick fabric and slicing into flesh. There was a sharp pain on the back of my head and everything went black in a kaleidoscope of color.

When I woke, it was sudden.

[SUSAN, YOU MUST WAKE UP.]

[Crystal? What happened?]

[BLOW TO THE HEAD RENDERED YOU UNCONSCIOUS. WE ARE IN PRISON ON RALINT.]

I looked around, verifying the obvious. The cell was plain in the extreme. I was lying on the only piece of furniture, a cot that was bolted to the floor. There was nothing else in the room, save for a hole in the floor. I couldn't smell anything and was sure Crystal had deadened that sense; as it was obvious that the hole was intended to be the sanitary.

Looking at myself, I saw that my claws had gone away again. That reminded me of my hunger, which was curiously absent. I didn't have time to worry about that just then as three Ralinti security were opening the door, their rifles pointed at me.

"Come with us, alien. You have a lot to account for."

It's amazing what you get used to. I only now realized that I was naked. Clearly I'd been stripped while I was out. I felt the back of my head as I rose and felt the bump. I suspected I'd been butt whipped. It should have been hurting and I may well have been nauseous if not for Crystal's suppression of the pain and symptoms. I was led to a small room with two other Ralinti. I could tell from their dress that they were of some importance in the government.

"You're in a lot of trouble, alien."

"Susan."

"What?"

"Susan, that's my name; Susan Valenshenko."

His hand slammed against the table.

"I don't care what you call yourself! Where are the hands? We found the Map of the Heavens on your person. Where are the Jewel of Peace, the Tear of the Prophet and the Sword of the Prophet?"

I don't know," I replied. I certainly wasn't going to tell them that one of the artifacts was inside my body. "The thief tried to use the Sword and everything nearby vanished in a white light."

"You're lizardman friend fired on the security forces and you expect us to believe that there was someone else responsible? How stupid do you think we lesser races are?"

"The thief was using a stealth field; it made her invisible. Grankt's weapon disabled the field, rendering her visible. If not for Grankt, you'd be missing four artifacts, not three."

"Typical, simply to be expected. They're not artifacts, they're holy relics! You eviscerated a security man with a weapon we never found. He's in critical condition. If he dies, you'll be enslaved and put to work in the Jalinti coal mines. You'd better start talking, or you'll face heresy charges as well."

I didn't know what the Felpur used in the fight, but having the entire Ralinti presence at the museum unconscious when Brusjin died was a pain in the ass. I could feel my control slipping again and I couldn't afford it. My grief was threatening to take over and transform me to a worthless bundle of sobbing woman.

"I lost my husband you sack of shit! Vanished in a flash of white by an evil asshole and you threaten me with a religious crime? Give me a fucking break. No wonder the Hellfire Group thinks so little of you."

"What did you say?"

The look on his face caught my attention. You'd think I'd just invoked the epitome of evil, summoning up their version of Satan before his eyes. Had he heard of the Hellfire Group?

"I said, 'No wonder the Hellfire Group thinks so little of you.' Have you heard of them?"

"The Book of the Prophets speaks of Hellfire and the evil they represent. What is this Hellfire Group you speak of?"

"They're a secret organization that seeks to control the Federation. They use subterfuge, deception and violence to control everyone they can. I've been fighting them for over a year now."

"The forces of order," he whispered. "This invisible thief, she's part of this group?"

"Yes, I believe so. She dropped the Map during the fight and I picked it up. The others were destroyed in the same flash that killed everyone else."

It was then that they showed up; the Federation ambassadorial staff. A protectorate world isn't a full Federation member. Thus, the Federation maintains an embassy on planet to make sure that citizens of full member worlds are treated fairly. The laws of protectorates have less protection than those of members.

"Under article 15 of the federation charter, you're ordered to release Susan Valenshenko to our custody." The human of the pair handed a document to the Ralinti I was talking with. He looked it over with a frown. Without a word, the Ralinti walked out.

"Susan, I'm glad we were in time. Ralinti law can be very unforgiving and a little blind to the truth."

"Actually, I think I had things under control, but I appreciate your intervention just the same."

We walked out of the security offices and into a waiting hovercar. The two staff members ushered me into the back seat and we were heading down the street. I wasn't familiar with this Ralinti city, as I hadn't been in it on our first visit. With the immediate threat ended, my emotions caught up with me and I was crying softly for some time. When I came to myself again, I noticed that we weren't in the city any more. There was a forest out the window. That didn't make sense.

"Excuse me, where are we going? Isn't the embassy in town?"

"We aren't going to the embassy. We've been trying to get a hold of you for over a year now."

Shit! They were Hellfire. I grabbed for the door release only to feel electricity course through my body Everything went black. When I came to, I was in a cell even more barren than the Ralinti cell I'd been in. This cell was, however, much more advanced. I was, of course, naked.

[Crystal?]

[THE ONE YOU KNOW OF AS CRYSTAL IS NOT FUNCTIONING RIGHT NOW.]

[Are you the Jewel of Peace?]

[THAT IS WHAT YOU KNOW ME AS. THE ELECTRICAL DISCHARGE WAS DESIGNED TO NEUTRALIZE A CRYSTAL.]

[Why weren't you affected?]

[CRYSTAL ABSORBED THE IMPACT OF THE DISCHARGE. THERE WAS INSUFFICIENT STRENGTH TO AFFECT BOTH OF US.]

[Where are we?]

[WE ARE IN A SPACE SHIP IN DOLMAN SPACE. DESTINATION IS UNKNOWN.]

[Can you access the ship's computer system?]

[NEGATIVE. OUR CELL IS WELL SHIELDED.]

Our conversation was interrupted by the opening of the cell door. A human entered, flanked by two felpur. I was really beginning to hate that species. The human was carrying a device of some sort.

"Susan Velenshenko, formerly Susan Melnin. Do you have any idea how much grief you've caused us?"

"Hopefully lots."

"My, my, you are feisty, aren't you. You've been a thorn in our side for years; ever since you tried to publish that paper on the frames of reference. We thought we'd ended your threat to the group when we implanted you with a crystal. Yet, you were free of our influence within a couple of weeks. How'd you do it? How did you escape Crystal slavery?"

"I don't know. I just woke up one day free. I guess my controller had the decency to die."

"Why don't I believe you. I guess we'll have to do this the hard way; though I must admit, I'll enjoy myself. And if you're thinking your crystal can help you escape, the charge you experienced has taken it off the grid, so to speak. We've seen the evidence of a free willed crystal making beneficial modifications to your body and took steps to eliminate it." He turned to the Felpur. Take her to the interrogation room. If she fights you in any way, you have permission to rape her."

That was no idle threat. Felpur males have barbed cocks designed to stimulate their females into ovulation. In a human, they'd simply tear the flesh of whatever orifice they used. I should know, as I'd been raped by this species before. I only survived thanks to the extremely competent doctors on Ixtlicit. Those sentient cockroaches knew their biology.

I followed the human out with the two guards trailing, weapons drawn. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Modern methods of interrogation were quite effective and I wasn't sure Jewel would be able to counter them. Crystal was able to negate any drugs or poisons that I'd encountered in the past, but I was certain Hellfire had access to mental probes and hypno-readers. Even the most well trained intelligence agent would eventually fall to such methods.

In some respects, there wasn't much point in keeping the secret. It was pure luck that I'd been implanted while still conscious. That was the only reason I'd been able to communicate with Crystal in my sleep and under intense pain. Crystal had induced a heart attack in me that killed the controller, and then revived me. That allowed the joining to become as it was intended to be. I always wondered what had happened to the base for Crystal.

The interrogation room was as I feared; totally modern. I soon found myself strapped to a table and tilted 45 degrees. A sharp prick in my arm announced the injection of drugs into my system. I could feel the gondoilin, among others, start to take affect affect; my mind fogging and my ability to think straight leaving me. However, the effects vanished only a few seconds later, as Jewel neutralized the drug. I tried to not let on that I wasn't under the drug. They believed my Crystal ally was incapacitated and I didn't want to disabuse them of that belief.

A light came on and I couldn't see through the glare at first. My vision quickly adjusted as Jewel adapted my vision. The man who brought me here was there, as well as the two Felpur guards. Another man entered. This man I knew. He was the naval commander that had tried to kill me in orbit around the capitol. I didn't see how this could end well.

"Susan, it's not nice to lie to me. You said your crystal was dead and that wasn't true, was it?"

"Noooo…" I slurred, trying to act drugged.

"Let's start again, now that your little friend isn't keeping our drugs from working. How did you break free of our control?"

"I…don't know. Woke up…no controller. Glad."

"What do you mean? You didn't do anything to get free?"

"What could…do? Was slave to crystal."

I was a little confused. They had to know that my controller died, didn't they? What did they expect gave me my freedom? There was something going on that I didn't understand.

"We know you had to do something. A perfectly healthy Felpur collapsed and had a heart attack. What did you do?"

"Don't know. Kroklin…passed out…woke up free."

"Krokliin? Brusjin Valenshenko used you for Kroklin?"

"Not Brusjin…ship captain…price for passage."

"Damn!" he whispered to himself. "Kroklin! We lost perhaps our best placed Crystal slave to a fucking game of Kroklin." He turned back to me. "What happened on Ralint?"

"Thief stole Sword…fight…used sword…they vanished."

"Where are the rest of the relics?"

"Gone with them…vanished in white light."

I could see he wanted to not believe me. The artifacts must be important to them, beyond the potential research value, to elicit this kind of determination. It was critical that he not find out that I'd been implanted with a second crystal. I suspected they didn't even know the Jewel was a crystal. The Map of the Heavens and the Eye of Harmony were safe, I hoped, in the hands of the Ralinti, while the Tear of the Prophets and the Sword of Ralint were lost, destroyed by the thief with my husband.

There was a chiming sound and the commander pressed his temple, activating the communicator implant he apparently had. "Yes, I'll see to it right away. I understand, Lord." He turned to me with a sick smile on his face. "My Lord wants to question you as soon as possible. I'm sure you'll enjoy the experience as much as you did servicing those two Felpur back on Ixtlicit. I doubt you'll live through the experience though. Too bad, I was looking forward to enslaving you again. No slave should ever be freed." He turned to walk out, giving orders as he did through his implant. "This is the Captain. Drop out of Dolman space immediately and set a new course for Yeltion."

My guards took me down and dragged me to my cell as we dropped out of and back into Dolman space. I lay there long enough for the drugs to have worked their way through my system (it's not like I could do anything, anyway). I knew when that was by when they brought me food. The slave gruel was unappetizing, but I ate it anyway. Slave gruel is a high energy nutrient paste that's cheap to make (slaves don't need pleasing food). I was curious why I wasn't feeling any abnormal hunger given the needs of Jewel in making the modifications it did. Regardless, I knew that Crystal's recovery would need energy as well, and I wanted It back on its feet, so to speak, as soon as possible.

As soon as I was done, I felt something happening inside my chest and I fell into a deep sleep. I had the strangest feeling that someone was trying to communicate with me but I couldn't make out what they were saying. The voice seemed to come from a great distance and barely registered as a voice, let alone make itself understood. When I woke, Crystal was speaking to me.

[SUSAN. WE'RE OUT OF DOLMAN SPACE. THE BUD AND I HAVE ESTABLISHED MATING UNITY.]

[What's mating unity? Will I be giving birth to a new crystal pair?]

[IN TIME, YES. FOR NOW, THE UNITY WILL MAKE THINGS EASIER AND MORE EFFICIENT. APPOLOGIES FOR NOT REQUESTING PERMISSION BEFORE UNITY ESTABLISHED.]

[That's not a problem. Or is it?]

[UNITY CHANGES HOST AND MAKES JOINING PERMANENT.]

[Permanent? I thought joinings were permanent? What changes?]

[JOININGS CAN BE ENDED AND THE BUD TRANFERED FROM ONE ORGANIC TO ANOTHER. SUCH A TRANSFER CAN'T HAPPEN NOW, FOR EITHER BUD. CHANGES ARE HARD TO EXPLAIN. YOU WILL BECOME MORE AND LESS THAN WHAT YOU WERE. BODY ADAPTATIONS WILL COME EASIER, NEEDING LESS ENERGY FROM YOU. REPRODUCTION FOR YOU IS NOW IMPOSSIBLE.]

I drew in a quick breath. Brusjin and I had talked about having children, but had put off the decision until our lives had slowed down somewhat. Flitting from planet to planet and experiencing the dangers we did wasn't the life for a child. Now we…I…could never make that choice.

[Was it necessary?]

[YES, MY RESTORATION WOULDN'T BE POSSIBLE WITHOUT IT.]

[Okay then, permission belatedly given.] That wasn't a hard choice to make, when you come right down to it. Crystal was my friend. [Has Jewel briefed you about this Lord?]

[YES. WE MUST ESCAPE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. CONFRONTING THE LORD WILL REVEAL BOTH OUR PRESENCES.]

[Not much chance of that. We're on a space ship in Dolman space.]

[NEGATIVE. WE EXITED DOLMAN SPACE 30 MINUTES AGO. ANTICIPATE LANDING PROCEDURES ARE IN PLACE.]

[What can we do? Yeltion is one of the worlds that's fully controlled by Hellfire.] The data Crystal had stolen the first time Hellfire had me in their hands was invaluable. [Even if we escape, everyone there will just turn us back in.]

[NEGATIVE. FOUR JOINED BUDS ARE ON PLANET AND WILL ASSIST. I WILL NEED TO TAKE CONTROL OF ACTIONS FOR A TIME.]

[Do what you need to do.]

While I was giving permission to have Crystal override me, the door opened and my two favorite Felpur entered. They motioned me out of the cell and directed me to the hatchway. There was a grav van waiting for us and I was locked in the back. Knock out gas entered and I feigned sleep. The dark interior was soon visible in black and white, no doubt the results of changes being made. I could feel other things happening; to my hands, my feet and legs, and inside my chest. The only changes I could see were my fingernails elongating, much like they did in the two fights Crystal had done in the past. Unlike those times, there was some sort of moisture on the underside of the nails. Looking close, I could see small hollows in each nail filled with a clear fluid.

When Crystal (I think) took control, it was much more seamless than it had been in the past. There was less of a feeling of watching from inside and more of a sense of a cooperative venture. I scraped the back of the van with one of my fingers, oozing liquid as I did. The metal smoked and bubbled with a hissing noise. Acid! I was oozing acid from my finger. Not only that, I could tell, somehow, that with just the right muscle action, I could squirt the liquid quite some way. Fumes soon filled the back of the van and I assumed that the changes in my chest kept them from harming me. I wondered why the drivers weren't reacting to my movement and Crystal answered.

[CONTROL OF SURVEILLANCE SYSTEM TAKEN. THEY SEE YOU SLEEPING NORMALLY.]

I'd forgotten that Crystal could do that. Then it hit me. I hadn't asked Crystal, I'd just wondered in my thoughts. Was It reading my mind now?

[NOT EXACTLY, BUT CLOSE ENOUGH. THIS IS PART OF THE MATING UNITY. YES, WE'RE PROTECTING YOU FROM OUR THOUGHTS. THEY ARE TOO ALIEN FOR YOU AT THIS TIME.]

When I wondered how my thoughts weren't too alien for them, I didn't get a response. Now wasn't the time, however, to start mistrusting my partners. When the acid had finished etching the back of the van, I kicked it and the round piece flew out. I could feel the van stopping as I leapt through the hole and landed on my feet. I didn't have time to wonder how I'd stopped so suddenly without jarring myself because I started running, running extremely fast.

The road we'd been on ran through some sort of organized forest with identical trees laid out in straight rows. There was no cover of any sort and I could see the drivers jumping out. I ran right at the first with my hand up and planted the heel of my hand on his chin. I heard and felt the bones snapping as I grabbed the his arm with my other hand, my claws (there was no better term for my nails now) injecting him with something (acid, poison?) and threw myself across the van, letting my foot slam into the nose of the other driver. My hand slammed into his chest, injecting again. His body shuddered briefly and died.

Inside the driver compartment, I found a small carry all with a few of my possessions. Most important was my virtual room. That explained how Crystal was able to control their surveillance system. It had been in contact with my system for so long that the room was practically an extension of Its will. With the download capability of the room, Crystal has been able to penetrate more than one computer system, even systems that were supposed to be shielded. It had also installed its own version of security software. I suspect that even Hellfire was having trouble breaking into this system.

The only problem I had now was just what to do. I was on an alien, and hostile, planet, with no clothing, no friends, and no way off, as far as I could tell. Last I'd heard, Yeltion had a population of just under ten million people. Clearly I wasn't in one of the population centers. A major city would be a two edged sword. It would be in one of them that I'd find a way off the planet, but there was also the greater danger of being discovered.

There was no way any organization could afford surveillance of the wilderness areas of any planet; not even a major government. In the wilds, I'd be relatively free from being discovered, assuming Hellfire didn't know where to start looking. But, out here, I'd have no access to space travel; and I needed to get off this planet.




Galactic Slut Ch. 09



[Crystal, what do we do now? I don't know where we are and I don't know anyone on this planet.]

[WE NEED TO CONTACT ONE OF THE BUDS ON THIS PLANET. TO DO THAT, WE NEED ACCESS TO THE PLANETARY COMPUTER SYSTEM. THE VIRTUAL ROOM HAS A MAP OF THE PLANET THAT WE DOWNLOADED FROM THE SHIP.]

With that knowledge, I activated the room. Running on batteries, I'd only have an hour of use, but that should be plenty of time to plot a route to civilization. Once powered up, I called up the map and looked at where we were and needed to go. As near as I could tell, the ship put us down in a remote area of the planet. Normally, landing outside of a space port was illegal, but I doubted Hellfire cared much about breaking little laws like that. The nearest town was 250 km. from where I was (the map was interactive with the global positioning system in orbit). The surrounding area was farmland, most of which were fruit orchards. There were homesteads dotted about the landscape; probably the farm complexes.

As near as I could tell, over 99 percent of the population lived in one of the six major cities, all on the smaller of the two main continents. Of the remaining one percent, 90 percent of those lived in smaller towns in the midst of the farmland. These seemed to be designed to support the farmsteads themselves. This was actually quite typical for an agricultural world making the change between self sufficiency and an export economy.

The nearest farmstead was 25 km. from where I was. I hoped to be able to arrange for transportation to a town, and from there, to one of the cities. The trick was to do so without letting Hellfire know. For that, I needed two things; speed and a good story. I packed up my meager belongings.

[Crystal, how fast can I run right now?] I knew changes had been made to my legs, but were they of the speed providing type?

[IN SHORT BURSTS, WE CAN RUN AT 75 KPH. THE LUNG MODIFICATIONS CAN'T SUSTAIN A SPEED OVER 30 KPH.]

That was far better than I expected. We could be at the nearest dwelling in under an hour, hopefully sooner than Hellfire knew I was missing. I started to run and found it easy to reach speeds I hadn't seen outside of a vehicle before. I asked Crystal to leave me in control so I could get used to my new capabilities. When a convenient straight stretch presented itself, I went all out for a minute. The speed was exhilarating. I did have a near fall when a branch came up faster than I could avoid. A burst of pain in my chest brought me up short and I discovered that no one can stop 75 kph on a dime. I barely kept my feet under me as I stumbled for 50 feet before finally stopping. Thye bruise on my chest faded in a matter of seconds.

I spent the hour I was running coming up with a plan. I based it on the same idea we used to secure space travel. Most farmsteads were staffed with very small crews of men and women. The farms were almost totally automated and needed very few people on hand. If my judge of the map was correct, there would be at most, two people stationed at this one. I was hoping for only one. That would mean a potentially sex starved person; one very receptive to an offer of sex for transportation.

The natives of Yeltion were Rawulf and Human; a typical colonization pairing to avoid colony status. I'd have no problem enjoying sex with either species. Night had started to fall when I reached the outskirts of the house grounds. The vision enhancements allowed me to see clearly even in the reduced light. I switched the virtual room back on since we were now close enough to charge from the house's broadcast power system.

The main house was actually the smallest building in the farmstead; the farm machine garages and silos being far larger. I couldn't see inside; the inhabitants had the windows screened. There was nothing for it but to walk up and brazen it out. I'd hit upon a plan to simply claim to have been kidnapped and escaped from my captors. Without saying who my captors were, it had the simplicity of being the truth.

I walked up to the door and pressed the door chime. A Rawulf opened the door and stared at me for several seconds. The canine humanoid was covered in the usual layer of fur and was wearing no clothes (they seldom did unless required).

"Well, this isn't something one sees every day. What is a naked human doing in the middle of an eltrin orchard in such a state?"

I assumed he was talking about the dirt on my body. "Can you help me? I was kidnapped and just managed to escape. I need to get to a town."

His ears swiveled in such a way as to make it look like they were looking at me. "Kidnapped? Who would kidnap a human out here? How did you escape?"

"I don't know who they were. I managed to get loose and run away. Please, I need help."

I'd dealt with his species enough before to recognize the signs of doubt on his face. In spite of that, he invited me in.

"Come on, don't just stand there. Get inside."

I walked in and was relieved to find him alone. He pointed to a door, saying, "The shower's in there. Get yourself cleaned up and we'll talk more."

At least I'd be able to wash the dirt off me. The sonics of the shower felt blessedly nice on my skin. I hadn't realized just how filthy I'd become in the confinement and escape. Once out, I returned to the main room to find him waiting for me.

"So, Susan, how was the shower?"

Shit! He knew who I was. I stood, ready to fight or flee, only to find myself held fast.

"Really, Susan. Did you think our leaders would take your disappearance so lightly? I wonder just what you did to earn the treatment you were to get. Tell me, just what are you?"

"If you're going to turn me in, just do it and stop playing dog and cat with me."

"Who said anything about turning you in? You do realize that you're on all the holos? That face and body of yours is fast becoming the most well know one on the planet. Just what makes you so important to them?"

"You're not going to turn me in?"

"I didn't say that either. I want to know more. What you tell me, and whether it's the truth, will determine what I do. So, for the last time, just what are you?"

The secret to successful trade negotiations is being able to judge a person's motives. I sensed this Rawulf wasn't a government lackey, though he was loyal to the government. I took a chance.

"I'm an escaped Crystal Slave. I was being taken somewhere to discover how I escaped. I managed to get away, and here I am."

"The Yeltion government doesn't use Crystal Slaves. Want to try again?"

"I didn't say it was the government." That brought a smile to his face. "I was enslaved by the Hellfire Group."

"That's what I thought." That surprised me. The field holding me released and I was able to sit again. "I've been trying to track down those bastards for some time now. They enslaved my wife years ago and her controller ordered her to die. I faked my own death and investigated the group. I've had run ins with their agents before. I think they have a facility near here, but I haven't been able to find it. Do you know where they were taking you?"

"I'm afraid not. How have you managed to stay clear of them for so long?"

"My secret, I'm afraid. You do realize, that if I turn you in, it'll enhance my cover here. Can you give me any reason why I shouldn't do that?"

"Only two. First, I'm just as dedicated to their exposure and eradication as you are. Turning me in will hurt you in the long run. Second, I'm prepared to give you any sex you want. That's what I was originally planning to purchase my trip to town with."

He laughed uproariously. "Susan, that's spoken like a true former slave. I take it this isn't the first time you've traded sex for favors before?" When I nodded, he continued. "I'll take you up on that. It's pretty lonely here. There's just one thing. You'll have to stay here for quite some time. With all the news about you, town is the last place you want to be. There's no shortage of people willing to claim the reward being offered for you. So, what do you say? Sex as often and in any way I like in return for a safe haven for as long as you need one until it's safe for you to go?"

It was the best chance I'd get. "It's a deal."

"Good! Now, let's get to the bedroom. I've been without for months."

He was desperate. Rawulf of either sex can't masturbate; their sex organs don't respond the same way as a human's does. I let him guide me into the bedroom. As aggressive as others I've fucked, he pressed me against the wall and nuzzled my throat. I leaned my head back, giving him access, submitting to his desires. My hands reached down and found his cock, still encased in its sheath. Manual stimulation wouldn't be enough to coax him out.

The prospect of sex was making me wet, so I coated my hand with my own juices and used them to rub his shaft. The female hormones prompted his arousal and his cock began to harden and poke out from his sheath. His cock was hot and slick, covered in a combination of my lubricant and his own fluids. He growled and pressed his teeth against my throat, letting me know that he was ready to fuck. I reached behind and pulled him closer, trapping his cock between us.

I got the response I was hoping for. He howled and pushed me back, bending me backwards over the bed. He thrust into my cunt with one violent stroke and I cried out myself. His hands held me down, preventing me from fucking him back, as he pushed even deeper. His cock was much longer than a human cock and I could feel him pressing against the entrance to my womb. Between the impacts deep in my cunt and his fur dragging against my clit, I reached an orgasm in no time.

He, however, wasn't as close. With my arms held down, he fucked me with abandon, driving me towards a second orgasm. His thrusts were long and fast, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. When he was close, his knot grew, enlarging his cock head some three times or more, making it impossible to pull it all the way out. I whimpered as he kept trying, giving his cock the vital stimulation it needed to reach his climax. He came with another howl and I could feel cum spurting inside me, seemingly filling me. The feeling of the much warmer fluid sent me into my second orgasm.

We weren't through, however. Rawulf sex, while quite enjoyable, needs to follow specific procedures. With his knot enlarged, it would take another two orgasms on his part to have him let me go. I wrapped my legs around his torso and clenched, pulling him even closer and deeper. He started licking my breasts. He had a rough tongue, a holdover from primitive ancestors who had to rasp every bit of meat from the bones of their prey. Given my always sensitive nipples, I shuddered as my arousal grew again.

He started thrusting again, this time slow and easy. I fought him, trying to speed him up, just as a Rawulf female would have. I began to fight against his hands, trying to get loose so I could gain some control. He was intentionally keeping his stimulation too light to bring me off again; holding me at the edge with torturously unsatisfied lust. The more I struggled, the harder he held me down and the hotter I got. The longer we went, the rougher his tongue at my breasts became. When I finally came again, it was like an explosion. My cunt squeezed his cock again and again, prompting the second of his three orgasms (Rawulf semen comes in three parts, all of which must be there to reproduce).

I was staring to feel bloated, as my smaller than their's cunt was literally being filled this time. Amazingly, his cock seemed to grow in width even more, as if to plug me up (and in fact, that's what it was trying to do). He released my arms now and I pulled him to me, fucking him back with a vengeance. He responded with equal enthusiasm and our bodies were slamming into each other as we raced for yet another climax. His third orgasm was the hardest, much like it would've been for a human cumming three times in short order. I exhausted myself with another two climaxes before his final spurts into me took place.

Once he'd finished, he rolled over, pulling me on top of him. We fell asleep like that. His knot wouldn't shrink for several hours, a trait designed to trap his semen in the female and insure successful mating. Of course, not being compatible, there was quite the mess to clean up when he finally shrank and pulled out; but that wasn't all that unusual for me.

We enjoyed sex every few days as we waited for the man hunt for me to die down. The Hellfire Group was surprisingly persistent. I wouldn't be able to leave his house for five months. That's when the search for a way off this planet started.

Thanks for reading my story. I'm afraid I'm still short an editor, though I'm hoping that Dani is all right. Remember that I love feedback and want to hear what you think of my story.



Galactic Slut Ch. 10



Chapter 10

Quantum Shift

It was three months before the wanted broadcasts for me were taken off the communication's grid. It was another two months before Turbin and I felt it sure enough that the hunt was truly over for me to venture into the nearest town. During that time, Turbin and I had enjoyed sex together at least once a week; frequently more often than that.

We still faced the fact that getting off the planet required traveling to one of the major cities; cities where Hellfire could be expected to have a major presence. I was sure that any attempt to board a public transport or liner would result in my capture, again. Crystal and Jewel were certain that four joined buds were on the planet (at least that's what the collective base consciousness told them). What they didn't know was just where to find these people. I was sure any properly joined creature would be against Hellfire and thus, our ally.

When I asked Crystal why the collective couldn't tell us where to find the buds, It's answer was a little confusing. According to Crystal, buds have a poor ability to visualize and pass on spatial positions. What was confusing was that Crystal Itself never exhibited such difficulty. It was unable to explain just why that was so. The end result was that we didn't know where to find the joined pairs other than on this planet.

Jewel was also a bit of a mystery. It was able, very quickly, to pick up and use proper syntax when It communicated to me. It didn't seem to understand what I was asking when I inquired about the reason, but I suspected that thousands of years exposed to humanoid speech went far to explain much. The other surprise is that Crystal and Jewel actually disagreed on things. I suppose that shouldn't have been as much of a surprise as it was. They were distinct sentient beings, after all. I'd just gotten into the not so good habit of viewing them as all the same.

That realization brought to light the last potential problem I'd have getting off the planet. The person and his or her bud might not be willing to take the risk of helping me off the planet. There may well be a cost to such help; a cost I might be unable or unwilling to pay. That bridge, however, would have to be crossed when we reached it. For now, we were getting ready to head into the town.

The plan Turbin came up with wasn't one I was particularly fond of, though it did have the advantage of being believable. I was going to pretend to be his slave. When you've been a slave and found your freedom, even pretending to be one again isn't something you do lightly. The reason I accepted the plan was a particular cultural norm on Yeltion; slaves were generally kept covered from head to toe in public.

While slavery was legal on Yeltion, it was hard to enslave anyone against their will. Most slaves were more along the idea of then old earth indentured servants; sold for a period of time for money, usually debt forgiveness. These slaves had generous protections under the law and couldn't be sold or used in any way that violated their contract. True slaves, usually imports or criminals, were quite rare and extremely valuable. To dissuade thieves, owners had taken to hiding the merchandise, as it were. The penalty for stealing a slave was slavery (a quite common law) and who would take that chance without knowing what they were stealing first?

This meant that I could walk around, unnoticed, in a gray blendish and no one would know who I was. The only danger to such a ruse was that if discovered, the lie became reality. The penalty for a free person walking around in a blendish was enslavement; summary enslavement. The only other option was to brave the scrutiny and possibly be recognized. I'd take my chances under cover.

Turbin had a flitter for getting to and from town. Like most farmers on Yeltion, it was a cargo hauling model, built to ferry supplies to and from his farm. Our timing was such that it was, in fact, time for him to make a run into town for a major grocery run. So, it came to be that I was sitting beside my Rawulf ally, more covered than I'd been at any time in the last year, flying into the town of Joslin.

Turbin parked in front of the general store (funny how some names just never go away). He got out and walked around to my side of the flitter. "Out, slave, I don't have all day." We'd agreed that he should treat me with some disdain to reinforce the belief of onlookers. A human walked up.

"Turbin, what have you got there?"

"A slave, dummy, what's it look like?"

"I can see it's a slave. How'd you get a slave of your own out on the farm?"

"Section 23 of the slavery articles."

"Thievery? You mean to tell me in this day and age, someone tried to steal from your farm? It must be pretty stupid."

"Yeah, that's why I'm taking it into Callepa to sell. It's not like I need a slave on the farm. Machines take care of everything."

"Well, not everything," the man said with a leer.

"True, true. Will you make sure my usual order is loaded up by day after tomorrow? I'll be spending a couple of days in the city."

"Sure thing. Don't need any extras?"

"Not this time. See you around."

He grabbed our bags from the back of the flitter and we set out for the mono station. Yeltion used a high speed monorail for long distance travel to and from their cities. The government kept flying vehicles severely restricted in the cities themselves. The train would cover the 1000 miles to Callepa in just over two hours. While I attracted plenty of attention, it was all focused on the novelty of a true slave in this neck of the woods. The plan was working fine.

While the blendish hid me from view quite effectively, it still allowed me to see around me. There weren't many runs into the city. Our evening trip was on an almost empty car, though plenty of people debarked when it arrived. It seemed that there were a fair number of people who commuted to the city to work, but lived in the relatively less urban town. Most of my life had been spent in major population centers. I'd only become experienced with rural settings since meeting Brusjin.

I was glad for the blendish and the cover it gave me as tears came to me again at the thought of my dead husband. I'd vowed to destroy the people responsible, the Hellfire Group, even if it was the last thing I did.

With no one around, the trip was uneventful. The arrival in Callepa was anything but. The terminal was overrun with security guards. We were scrutinized heavily as we debarked. I didn't like that Turbin had to identify me as his slave to someone in a position of authority. It's one thing to have the creature on the street think you're a slave, but quite another to have a slave recognizing government think that. I was impatient to reach our hotel.

At the hotel, I was able to get out of the blendish. Turbin unpacked the bags, my virtual room being the first thing. Everything else was his; I didn't have any possessions other than the small cube that I hoped would be my ticket off this planet. I started the program running and interfaced with the hotel room's computer terminal. Crystal took over the operations and soon had space flight schedules displayed on the holographic output.

Yeltion wasn't a hot spot destination, so there weren't many flights off, at least not passenger flights. Cargo ships, on the other hand, were quite numerous. Apparently Yeltion's transformation from a subsistence/import economy to a surplus/export one was going well. Crystal was able to confirm that the vast majority of the cargo vessels were hauling local grains. The next month saw only two passenger liners outbound, neither one leaving for at least two weeks. It was also clear why we didn't see the passenger flights from Turbin's house. The two liners had only added their departures in the last day. Prior to today, they were intending to leave without picking passengers up; a result of government restrictions.

I was uneasy about applying for a ticket on either liner. I had a suspicion that anyone buying a ticket on one of the outbound ships would find themselves facing extra scrutiny by Hellfire and the government. It might have been paranoid of me, but you know what they say: "You're not paranoid if they're really out to get you."

The second thing we did was to start the search for the four joined buds. Now, you might think our access to the planetary communication network would make that an easy prospect. Such was not the case. We had access to the network at Turbin's house. Granted, anything we did would have been easily tracked back to us, the reason we didn't try anything before. Unlike communication between bud and base, communication between buds was very limited in range. We knew from the collective that four buds were still on planet. Those buds also knew of our presence and need for help. Finding each other would require a little more time.

The first step was to place an ad on the planetary net. Much like newspapers on ancient earth, modern internets had advertising sites where one could advertise just about anything; at least anything legal. Our ad was simple. "We found your lost jewelry. Contact us at 3e5tyh72." The communication code was invalid. Instead, we'd wait for the counterpart ads to be placed, then we'd initiate the next stage of contact.

It was doubtful that all four would reply. From the collective, each host knew that helping us would be dangerous. It was my hope that one would be willing to help. Hosts were always mobile; that was the point of a joining. All had been trapped on the planet for five months because of the travel lockdown (I'd wondered about that).

While I'd been working, Turbin had gone out to buy me some clothes. Yeltion's human population had a definite nudity taboo. Anyone going naked would be taken for a slave. Worse, they'd attract the maximum amount of attention; the last thing I needed. After five months, he definitely knew my sizes. This was one of the dangerous parts of the plan. Hellfire knew I'd been naked when I escaped. They might be looking for large purchases of female clothing. To that end, Turbin was spreading the purchases out, making a lot of small purchases. He was also paying with cash for each purchase.

Once the ad was placed, there wasn't much to do until Turbin returned. I explored the net, trying to get a feel for what was going on on this world. For a world under the heel of Hellfire, it was remarkably similar to many other worlds I'd been on. People seemed to live their lives oblivious to the greater scheme of things. The travel restrictions that had been recently been lifted were lifted not because the local citizens had complained, but because the multi-system conglomerates had complained. Those limits didn't affect the common man or woman on the street, so they didn't care about them. I suppose I'd been much the same way. I'd never given slavery a second thought until I'd been enslaved.

The room announced a response to the ad just before Turbin returned. I looked at the ad and smiled. "Lost: 1 crystal pendant. If found contact 27hyt5e3." That was the counter sign. One of the hosts had responded. Turbin walked in as I was composing the response. "The party is on. Hyde park at sunset." Turbin and I had chosen the meeting sight a couple of months ago. The park was an open space that left no place for anyone to watch unnoticed. While long range surveillance was a possibility, Crystal assured me that any attempts to eavesdrop on our conversation wouldn't succeed, thanks to the resonance a mating unity could establish.

I donned a typical Yeltion garment that covered most of my body. Oddly enough, while much was covered, little was concealed as the one piece wrap fit tightly against me. The fabric, one of the new synthetics, seemed to cling to my skin like it was afraid of falling off. The result was every curve amplified while no skin (other than my face) was visible. Some of the pants and blouse outfits fit so well that the lips of the woman's pussy or the ridges of the man's cock were highlighted. As nudity taboos went, it was very different.

We managed to reach the park without having a run in with the authorities. I suspected that most of the searching for me was taking place at transportation hubs. After all, I'd have to access one of those to get anywhere; an efficient use of resources actually. At the park, I was counting on the ability of Crystals to detect one another's presence to recognize the host. I waited at a statue/fountain for some sign that he or she had arrived. That sign was a brief takeover by Crystal to look at, and meet the eyes of, a Felpur.

A Felpur! My experiences with this race had been less than stellar. Of course he was male.

[Crystal, are you sure? This is the host? He's not a crystal slave?]

[THIS HOST HAS EXPERIENCED A NORMAL JOINING. HE CAN BE TRUSTED.]

[If you say so.]

Nervously, I walked over to him. His sleek black fur had streaks of golden in it. Like all of his race, muscles rippled below the surface of the fur. Felpur aren't capable of being over weight as their body doesn't create new fat cells beyond what they have at birth. Their muscles use energy three times as efficiently as a humans, making them one of the strongest races, pound for pound, in the Federation. There were stronger races, to be sure (such as Grankt's species), but that was from sheer greater size.

"You are the host to the mating unity between the buds known as Crystal and Jewel?"

I recognized the subtle syntax of a bud speaking. "Yes, I am. We need help getting off the planet."

"Assistance should be possible. There is a price."

"I understand. I assume you wish a new experience of some sort?"

"Yes. This host is frequently shunned from sexual contacts with other species."

"With good reason. Those cock spines can kill a woman."

"Spines will not present difficulty. I will prevent them from deploying."

That made sense. If Crystal could grow me claws and keep my orgasm on hold for as long as It wanted, there should be no trouble with this bud keeping the cock spines from tearing me up. "Why haven't you…of course, you'd have to reveal your presence. I'm assuming your people don't want your presence a matter of general knowledge."

"That is correct, especially within your Federation. The abuse of our buds and bases has made our species unwelcome to the people of your Federation."

"Well, the price isn't much. I agree. How can you help us?"

I saw the change in expression indicating that the Felpur was back in control. "I've had passage booked on a liner since the travel ban was lifted. My plan is to buy you from the Rawulf and take you on board as my slave."

"Hold on there one damned minute! You want me to voluntarily enslave myself again? I've been a slave, I don't plan on repeating the experience."

"Listen, I don't plan on keeping you. Once we're out of the system, I can sign your freedom papers. There's aren't any laws forbidding the freeing of slaves on Yeltion. That it never seems to happen is a matter of economics. Amethyst wouldn't let me keep you for the long term." Amethyst must be the name he gave his crystal. I looked dubious. He added, "It'll also help your partner. He brought a slave to sell. If he doesn't sell a slave, yet leaves without one, it'll raise suspicions."

As much as I didn't like it, his arguments made sense. Plus, the blendish would keep me concealed. "Okay, I suppose I don't have many options. Faking a sale won't work?"

"I'm afraid not. All sales must be registered in person at the government offices. You can't do it online. It's supposed to protect people from being enslaved without their knowledge. There's something else. You'll need to be disguised. All slaves leaving the planet have to be inspected. It's not a new law, but I have no doubt that they'll be using it to look for you. I'm told that won't be a problem for your pair."

Shit! [Crystal, is there something you haven't been telling me?]

[NOT EXPLICITLY. OUR ABILITY TO MODIFY YOUR BODY EXTENDS TO YOUR PHYSICAL APPEARANCE]

[I thought the energy demands would be too great to make that extensive of changes.]

[THAT WAS TRUE. A MATING UNITY HAS MORE POWER AVAILABLE TO IT.]

[How do you mean?]

[IT HAS TO DO WITH OUR REPRODUCTIVE METHOD. WE ARE CRYSTILINE ENERGY BEINGS. A NEW BASE-BUD PAIR IS FORMED DIRECTLY FROM THE ENERGY WE GIVE IT. A MATING UNITY IS ABLE TO ABSORB ENERGY DIRECTLY FROM THE ENERGY LATTICES THAT ARE NEARBY. THIS IS STORED IN A PRECHILD ENERGY MATRIX UNTIL REPRODUCTION IS DESIRED. THIS STORED ENERGY CAN BE USED FOR ANY PURPOSE, SUCH AS MODIFYING THE HOST CREATURE]

[That explains why I haven't been getting hungry after the changes in the recent past.] Actually, I was stunned. I wondered what limit there was to their ability to make modifications in me. Then it hit me: crystalline energy. Crystals weren't physical creatures at all, at least not totally. There wasn't anything in Federation data banks about just what type of mineral made up voratex crystals. This was why; they weren't minerals at all. It also explained why they were so good at detecting and manipulating energy fields, such as scanners. In a way, it made sense. I had the impression that mating unities were rare, They'd want to protect such hosts as much as possible.

[Crystal, when are you two planning to reproduce?]

[NO PLANS HAVE BEEN MADE. MISSING ELEMENT EXISTS.]

[What missing element?]

[UNKNOWN. WE SIMPLY KNOW THAT ANY REPRODUCTION ATTEMPT OFF THE HOME WORLD RESULTS IN STILL BORN.]

[Wait, Hellfire controls your home planet. Does that mean there's been no new crystals born in over 500 years?]

[AFFIRMATIVE/]

[Crystal, I'm so sorry.] A thought occurred to me. [Crystal, how long do your people live?]

[IF BUDS DON'T SEPARATE, A BASE BUD PAIR CAN LIVE FOR UP TO 1000 YEARS. ONCE A BUD JOINS WITH AN ORGANIC HOST PROPERLY, BOTH BUD AND BASE CAN LIVE TEN TIMES AS LONG. IMPROPERLY JOINED BUDS WILL ONLY LIVE ONE TENTH AS LONG.]

[Crystal, is your race dying?]

[AFFIRMATIVE.]

I turned to the Felpur. "According to the net, there isn't a liner leaving for two weeks. What are we traveling on?"

"The Kubiashi Maru is a hybrid cargo/passenger ship. It filled up within hours of the ban being lifted."

"How did you come to have a crystal?"

"I encountered a strange alien I've never seen since. It was dying and offered me the chance to join with his bud. I didn't know until later that these same crystals were voratex crystals. I haven't tried to tell the authorities for, what I suspect, are the same reasons you haven't."

I nodded my head. "They'd try to remove our crystals, thinking we were slaves in need of saving. There must be some way to get the truth out that people would believe."

"If there is, I can't see it. You'd probably have to implant a crystal in all the politicians."

"All I'm worried about now is getting off this planet. Shall we do it?"

I looked around as Crystal took momentary control and then the pain hit. It wasn't very strong, more like a dull ache. I could also feel my skin crawling over me, unlike the previous times I'd been changed. I could also feel some kind of flow from the center of my chest. Was that the energy from the pre-birth? On some level it seemed somehow wrong to use up the energy that would become another of these beautiful creatures, but it couldn't be born here.

The ache faded and I walked over to a small pond in the park. My reflection was so…different. It's hard to describe how it was different, but there was no way anyone would be able to tell who I really was. The only things unchanged were my height and hair color; the former because (I think) would have been far more painful than it had been, the latter because hair is no longer alive. Every other detail had been changed in some way. My face seemed more symmetric that it had been. My eyes were brown now. A quick look at my fingers confirmed my suspicion that my finger prints had changed. I wouldn't be surprised if even my retinal pattern had changed.




Galactic Slut Ch. 10



Turning to Turbin, I quipped, "So this is what your new slave looks like."

Turbin was staring, open mouthed, at me. He'd lived on his farm for his entire life, inheriting it from his father. I suspect he'd never met anyone who could shape shift. I gave him a few minutes to acclimate to what he'd just witnessed.

"Susan, I had no idea these crystals could do things like that. Does Hellfire know of this?"

"I hope not, or this ruse won't work in the long run. It takes special crystals to pull this off. I doubt Hellfire even suspects it's possible. We should get back to the hotel so you can sell me to…" I turned to the Felpur. "Shit. I'm sorry, but what's your name?"

"Poluxil," he answered with a teeth barring smile.

We returned to the hotel where I donned the blendish again. From there we went to the last place I really wanted to be; the government services building. We took the anti-grav lift to the 32nd floor. Turbin walked up to the empty window.

"I'd like to register the sale of this slave," he said, pointing back to me.

The woman reminded me of my first experience applying for a hover license. Boredom oozed from her as she responded. "Very well. Remove the slave's blendish and bring her to the scanner."

My new friend lifted the covering from my body, exposing me to intimate scrutiny. While such attention was something I'd grown used to over the last year, this time it was once again as a slave. I didn't like the feeling, not at all. The scanner played over me, recording minute details of my anatomy and registering my identity as a slave.

"Sir, is this her first time in the registry?"

"Yes, ma'am. I enslaved her under section 23 of the articles."

For the first time, she looked up in interest. "Section 23? We don't get many of those. She's in the system now. If you and the buyer will fill out the bill of sale, you can be on your way."

Turbin and Poluxil filled out the form on the computer screen and had copies scanned into their personal data pads. I slipped the blendish back on and Poluxil and I parted company from Turbin after he handed my carrying case over. The Felpur led me to a subterranean slide way that took us towards the spaceport.

"My flight leaves in two hours. We should have just enough time to make it. Hopefully my luggage was sent ahead like I asked. You can pay my fee on board," he added, a leer in his eye. I wondered how long he'd been since last having sex. Felpur, at least those without Crystals, become increasingly aroused until they have release. Their culture shuns masturbation as a viable option, leading to a society that has no concept of true rape. Eventually, the females will beg for it; and there's always plenty of female Felpur on their worlds willing to seek and offer release to a desperate male.

Boarding a liner has always been a long, tedious process. Every passenger had to be screened to make sure they were who the ticket said they were and that they weren't carrying dangerous materials. Hull breaches in space were very unforgiving and didn't care if they happened as the result of a planned explosion or an accidental spill of a corrosive substance.

We, of course, passed the scans with flying colors. Our crystals blocked them from detecting their presence. It occurred to me that crystal slaves would make excellent smugglers. If the Hellfire group learned of their ability to shield from scans there'd be no practical limit to what they could move across the Federation with impunity. In fact, they could prevent the discovery of the crystal slaves themselves. People might be suspicious, but they wouldn't be able to prove it.

No sooner had we entered our cabin, then Poluxil growled, "Susan, get out of that thing." When I looked back, his cock was hardening as I watched. It had been quite some time, it seemed. I threw the blendish off, knowing that if Amethyst was releasing control over his sexual drive, I was about to be fucked, hard and fast. The very thought had me juicing in anticipation.

"It's been three months," he managed to get out as he came at me. I could feel the tips of his claws as he picked me up and threw himself and me onto the bed. His noises became unintelligible as he plunged his now rock hard cock into my cunt. Three months of denial would have been nearly fatal to an ordinary Felpur. Poluxil needed intense sensations and he needed them as fast as possible. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in tighter.

I met each painful thrust into me (Felpur cocks can be up to 50 percent larger than human ones) with equal force. My nails dug into his back, scratching him and drawing out a scream. I matched his scream as his claws returned the favor. We must have triggered something instinctual, as he climaxed and tried to fill my pussy with cum. He didn't soften and kept plunging in and out. The slurping sound of his cum escaping with each out stroke would have made me laugh if I hadn't been so busy trying to keep up with him.

I rolled us over and sat up on him, letting my weight drive him even further inside me. From this position, I was better able to flex my pussy muscles and give him even more stimulation. I was also able to get my hand to my clit and give myself that little extra I needed to cum. My scream and the quivering of my cunt tipped him over to his next orgasm. More cum tried to find its place in me and most ended up pooled between us. I collapsed onto him, letting him hold me tight again.

"I need more, Susan," he whispered as he pulled me up enough to pull out. I felt his cock probing my ass and I realized what he meant. It'd been so long that my pussy wasn't tight enough to satisfy his body's needs. In answer, I raised up a bit and slammed my ass onto his cock. Pain flared in my ass as something far larger than was ever meant to be in it, entered it the wrong way.

I whimpered as he thrust deep, deeper than anyone other than Captain Melnanz, the Jodalian shape shifter, had ever been. This new angle, however, forced my clit against him and I soon found myself climbing towards my next orgasm. As my pleasure grew, the pain subsided (Crystal's doing, I later discovered). When I came again, the pressure my ass put on his cock sent him over as well, filling my ass with cum. Blessedly, I could feel him soften in me. I wasn't sure either of us would be up for more right then.

As we lay there, recovering, the noisy blats from my ass, as it voided his cum, did send us both into fits of laughter. Thanks to his biology, he wouldn't be up to sex for at least a week. Once we'd rested, we both showered and went about the business of setting me free. We'd gone into Dolman space while we'd been fucking, beyond the reach of Yeltion's Hellfire controllers. I was free of Hellfire, for now, and a free woman again. The only question was, what now?