4 comments/ 18112 views/ 3 favorites I was an SSMV240 Mission Ch. 01 By: conanthe I Was an SSMV240 (Sex Slave Male Variant 240) Mission 1: Rebellion By 2200, so much scientific progress had been made that the standard of living of even the poorest human beings was dramatically higher than the richest only a few generations before, and the human population soared to hundreds of billions. Virtually all infectious disease had been eliminated except for the occasional new organism or mutation discovered at the frontier, and materials science had advanced such that feats of engineering previously thought impossible were commonplace. The average human lifetime was 150 years. Cheap solar power technology made fresh water abundant via desalinization and/or condensation, and advanced microbiological agriculture and nano-filtration and smart membrane technology made nutritious and pollution free food abundant. The same technology made cheap and effective sewage treatment universal and 100% recycling and reuse was an everyday practice. Pioneering colony ships to nearly planets established beachhead colonies and then larger suspended animation and multi-generation colony ships populated distant earthlike planets, which turned out to be much more abundant than anyone expected, but few had any native life. Faster than light 'probability' drives killed thousands of test pilots and never really proved practical for widespread and affordable travel. FTL ships were eventually developed that were merely very risky and very expensive and were primarily used by the military or hardy explorers seeking new natural wormhole junctions and new systems and planets for colonization. By 2300, artificial wormhole based 'anchored hyper-tube' technology linked most populated planets to each other in a network not unlike the railroads of the old American West, and exotic trade goods and travelers rapidly traversed the network as disposable incomes of billions of affluent citizens created demand and pulled in new and interesting things to buy and discovered wonderful and exotic places to see. The search for other intelligent civilizations had borne fruit, but in an ultimately disappointing way. Although there proved to be to be a many thousands of times more planets in the 'Goldilocks Zone' for liquid water and thus carbon based life than had ever been estimated before the galaxy was explored, the other serial probability coefficient terms of the Drake equation were far smaller than previously thought. The vast majority of earthlike planets were young and had only simple life forms. Some had none at all. Humans appeared to be the only living sentient race in the Milky Way galaxy, but there was widely accepted archeological evidence of one non-human advanced civilization, which apparently died out long before recorded human history. SETI signals were found that were thought to be of intelligent origin, but from such vast distances that they were almost half as old as the universe itself when they reached human receivers. Most scientists now believed that ultimately there would prove to be only one or two advanced civilizations per galaxy, and that they were so widely separated that conflicts would prove unlikely. Modern human civilization was even more sexually 'liberated' than people of the 21st century could have ever thought possible. Bisexuality was the norm, and there had been almost a complete mixing of what were formerly known as 'races' such that few previously stereotyped groups were even identifiable. Sexually transmitted diseases were virtually exterminated, and almost all sexual dysfunction had been eliminated by modern medicine. Bestiality was universally eschewed, because a complete understanding of membranes and cellular recognition and signaling pathways proved that it was inevitably damaging to both species involved, and allowed some dangerous organisms to jump from one species to another. Child sexuality was also universally shunned, and even teenaged sexuality was now frowned upon, with the growing understanding that some important brain pathways were not fully mature until an individual reached their twenties. The longer lifespan meant that even those who did not begin sexual activity until then could still look forward to at least 100 more years of an active sex life. Surprising many pundits, 'test tube babies' and other 'reproductive technology' had proved as dangerous, unreliable, and expensive as FTL drives, generating literally thousands of defective and non-viable beings for each functional one, and as a result the traditional 'two parents of opposite sex' family unit was still almost universal throughout human civilization. Those parents might have sex with lots of other partners of either sex, or with groups of them, and practice almost any sexual variation that made them happy, but barring accidental deaths, parents generally stayed together as a family unit until all their children reached full adulthood, and families in general were large, averaging six children per. The high birth rate, longer lifespan and greater prosperity also meant there were more multi-generational households with more grandparents and great grandparents around for child care, and more young people to take care of the really old ones. But human civilization was far from ideal. It was fortunate that there were no 'alien monsters' to threaten, as there were still more than enough monstrous human beings around to threaten everyone. Genetically engineered humans, clones and chimeras were created in secret and used primarily in crime, and the defective and damaged beings created by the processes were murdered and either sold for parts or recycled for food on the planets that engaged in such activity. As entertainment, stimulation, and titillation became an export commodity with a huge and easily addressable market, and new colonies needed effective workers more than any other resource, genetic slavery flourished as an underground black market economy. The arguments often paralleled those from many years earlier in the fight over child pornography: 'If the image is created on a computer out of digital bits or is just written as a story and has never been an actual child, then the depictions are not exploitative and should be completely acceptable.' The genetic slavers and the planets that harbored them held that beings created specifically for slavery could not possibly be the victims of a crime, since they would not exist at all if they had not been created for the very purposes they served. The vast majority of planets disagreed and held that any kind of slavery was wrong, and a genetically created slave was no more acceptable than a formerly free being that had been forced into slavery. Enforcement of the anti-slavery laws on those planets was almost universal, and a virtual ongoing state of war existed between the slave and non-slave planets. The slave planets were constantly trying to sell their products and make new colony planets adopt slavery and become customers, and most other governments tried to prevent the movement of slaves and slave produced goods through the hyper tube railroads, and to track and board any slave ships and liberate their cargo. JANUARY 2459 UCC MERCHANT SHIP MMS WANDERER EN ROUTE TO THE NEW PHILADELPHIA SYSTEM I was a member of a rare but hopefully growing group: a liberated sexual slave. I was actually one of the most famous and sought after 'lines', an SSMV240, or 'Sexual Slave, Male, variant 240, originally designed as a physically optimized and sexually indefatigable male to be at the beck and call of either male or female masters. I was decanted on New Chicago, the epicenter of the genetic slave trade, human genetic engineering, black market organ transplants, and corruption in general. I was 6' 4" tall and about 240 lbs, with incredibly low body fat and genetically engineered development of my leg, abdomen, and buttock musculature to provide superior sexual power and endurance. I had a penis that was of well above average length and girth in the 'golden ratio" proven most effective for stimulation of whomever I might penetrate, with almost voluntary control of erection and ejaculation, legendary endurance and minimal refractory periods after orgasm. The head of my penis was a large mushroom cap shaped battering ram, originally evolved to displace other male's semen from a cervix, but also found to be the optimum shape for female vaginal enjoyment and male or female anal stimulation. My tongue was longer and thicker and much stronger than average and protruded much further from my mouth than normal. I could not only lick my eyebrows, I could comb my hair with it. Even my ejaculation was genetically engineered to be optimized for not only sterility, but force, volume, consistency, and taste! I was liberated by marines from the NOS Will Rogers. New Oklahoma actively targeted the slave trade and stopped and boarded the slaver ship I was being transported on. At the time of the marine raid, I was fully grown and had finished my early education and physical training and then undergone two years of specialized training to fine tune my sexual knowledge and performance, and was about to be delivered to a wealthy and politically connected master in the New Arkansas system, a notorious battleground for pro and anti-slavery forces. My new master had also purchased an SSFV160, a female sex slave that was considered to be the most muscular and striking female line ever developed. We were taken back to New Oklahoma and granted full citizenship in a ceremony that still makes me tear up if I am not careful when I think about it. I was given the name John Tulsa to replace my SSMV240 serial number, and my SSFV160 female compatriot was given the name Susan Anadarko. We were offered job training for civilian jobs, or the opportunity to join the marines if we wanted to contribute to the liberation of other slaves. We did. After basic training, we both tried out for Special Forces, and were fortunate to be two of the 400 that received a Special Forces slot each year. We were trained in several different martial arts, including the evolved version of an ancient Earth martial art disguised as dance moves, and could use our genetically optimized muscles to kill in many different ways. We were then told we could volunteer for covert missions to slave planets, and all 400 graduates did so. Susan and I were among the 10 that were selected for covert ops and for even further training. That training consisted of intensive psychotherapy to fine tune our motivation and ability to endure suffering and humiliation, intelligence tradecraft, and historical and political intelligence on the planet we were going to. We learned many covert signaling protocols, and also had subliminal and post hypnotic protocols implanted. Our mission was to get ourselves insinuated into the households of important political and military leaders, then either gather and pass intelligence on to our contacts or carry out covert missions, including assassinations if required. We were taken to our target planets by 'turned' slave traders that had been captured and boarded, then sent back out to sell 'plants' like us mixed in with 'legitimate' slaves. Their ships were now full of disguised special ops crewmembers and recording gear that monitored them continuously. Ironically, I was placed on the same ship I had been liberated from, with the same trader, since he had the best access to the target system for my mission. I had to call on all my training to overcome the urge to pull his arms off and beat him to death with them. We managed a covert FTL trip to the New Philadelphia system without detection, and flew a shuttle to the country estate of the wealthy buyer on the completely corrupt and slave friendly planet. MARCH 2359 UCC PRIUS INVICTUS ESTATE NEW PHILADELPHIA SYSTEM The buyer, and thus my first owner, was Prius Invictus, a young and distant cousin of the planet's ruling family who had recently inherited his family lands and businesses. He was a nouveau riche playboy 'wannabe', and was planning some rapid social climbing via the contacts he would make while providing a party playground for philandering business associates of more wealth and importance than he. He had a city apartment in a tower convenient to the seat of government, in addition to his ranch house on a giant country estate. He had purchased Susan and me for our novelty value. Most of his jaded friends knew that a slave from the SS240 line like me was intended for 'bull' duty and was usually purchased to satisfy demanding women several times per day. The trader that sold me told him, upon instruction from our intelligence officers, that I was not the normal 'bull' stud but an unusual 'sub-variant' that was bred as a 'steer' for submission and service, and thus would serve as rare and memorable 'décor' for his new place. Likewise, his companion purchase, a tall and beautiful SSF160, was normally an imposingly powerful dominatrix, but she was also a 'special' submissive example. APRIL 2359 UCC WATERGATE TOWERS CITY OF NEW PHILADELPHIA We were initially stationed as 'suck subs' in the guest bathroom of our master's party pad, intended to remain kneeling near the toilet whenever a party was going on. We were told that when a party guest used the toilet, they would choose one of us to wash them using the bidet next to the toilet, and if they chose, perform oral sex on them. Some of the more 'inventive' males, after urinating, might chose to forego the bidet and just have us clean them with our mouths, and we were directed to accommodate them if they so chose. And although it might have excited some of the guests with more sadistic tastes, we were not allowed to use our mouths to 'clean up' after bowel movements due to the potential sanitary problems for the subsequent guests. I never heard the risks to the slave mentioned. The first party was designed to impress the invitees, and no expense had been spared on stimulants, narcotics, hallucinates and aphrodisiacs, both imported and domestic. Our presence in the bathroom had apparently not been well publicized, and the first guest to wander in, a small, pasty faced man in his nineties, looked at us very suspiciously and turned around and went back into the living room. A few moments later, he appeared again with Prius Invictus. From our owner's obsequious manner towards the man, he must have been well connected and high up on the list of social climbing targets. The man was apparently quite familiar with both our slave lines, and suffered from a case of 'shy bladder syndrome' at the idea of pissing with a bull and a dominatrix as his audience. Prius carefully explained our special status and talents, and encouraged the man to enjoy the novelty of subjugating us. He finally was able to piss, and shook himself once before he got a silly grin on his face and presented his penis to my lips. I closed my eyes and concentrated on getting him off as quickly as possible. My training kicked in, with some suppressed rage too, and he may have thought he had stuck it in a bear trap as I sucked his meager length down easily and then used my tongue, which was actually much larger than his penis, to pummel him inside my mouth. He came in less than 30 seconds with a small and foul tasting spurt, and his blood pressure must have dropped so much that he almost passed out. He steadied himself with the gold handle on the wall, swayed a minute, and then closed his trousers and left without looking at me again. Then a young and attractive blonde girl walked in, in revealing attire. She had likely been hired to attend the party, look good and respond positively when certain designated men or women hit on her. She hovered over the toilet and pissed, then used the bidet to wash herself carefully. Then she lifted one leg, but hid one hand inside that leg where only Susan and I could see it, and made one of our contact recognition signs! Then she lifted her leg and leaned over toward Susan, and smiled at her almost apologetically. Then we noticed Prius' wife, Fisker Electra, coming into the room. As if on cue, the young girl grabbed Susan's hair and said "Eat me, slave!" Susan smiled up at the girl and then enthusiastically began tonguing her, keeping eye contact and breathing rapidly. I knew Susan was well trained, and she seemed to respect the risks the young girl was taking to work with us, since she was obviously not of a slave line. Susan was so effective that the girl just closed her eyes and threw her head back, and was soon swaying and breathing heavily. I could smell her pussy getting wet, since I was only about three feet away, and I wondered if Fisker Electra could too. Fisker must have, as she moved over next to us and without bothering to use the toilet, lifted her skirt and pushed her pussy onto my mouth, while watching the other two women closely. I knew I needed to distract her, so I used my best gentle licking plus escalation techniques. When she was fully wet and engorged, I slipped my tongue all the way into her vagina and found her G spot. I was racing with Susan. I was motivated to distract Fisker, but I think Susan really wanted to pleasure the young girl, and when she came, she cried out and put one hand forward to steady herself. I increased the pressure and motion on Fisker's G-spot, and she too came loudly, closing her eyes and throwing her head back, too. At just that instant, the young girl made a perfect palm pass of a folded piece of paper to Susan. Fisker opened her eyes and looked down at me. I tried to hold her gaze and pushed my tongue another inch past her G-spot, pressing it even harder and faster. Her eyes got a wild look and she came again. I then pulled back and gave her a gentle little kiss on the clitoris, followed by a wide grin. She held my gaze for an instant, then gulped audibly, pulled her skirt down, and went back into the living room. Susan hid the paper in her costume, and I took the opportunity to wash my mouth out with water. Our first customer must have commented on his experience, and a good bit of alcohol was being consumed, because soon we had a steady stream, so to speak, of people to service. Men seemed to be more attracted to Susan, and Fisker Electra must have made some comments about my tongue, because I got more women. I even got a return visit from Fisker Electra late in the evening, and I gave her some extra vigorous tongue work, hoping she would want some individual attention later, so I could check out the rest of the house. Prius Invictus looked in about that time and looked a little nervous. We overheard that Prius had just stocked his ranch property with some exotic off world game, and had arranged an early morning hunting party for those that were interested. Fisker Electra was clearly looking forward to having him leave! The hunting party left before dawn, and most of the other guests were already gone. Fisker Electra offered us some food and water, and then the opportunity for a shower and use of a sonic toothbrush, which we were grateful for. When we emerged clean and almost dry, Fisker made it clear we were to accompany her to the master bedroom. At first she seemed a little tentative, but then Susan smiled and slipped into her dominatrix role, while I conducted a mental inventory of the room and its contents. Fisker was clearly ready for Susan to take over, and she was hoping for both of us to take on our more 'traditional' roles, and we did. Susan held her hands loosely above the bed, and she began kissing one breast while I worked on the other. Fisker closed her eyes and cooed happily. Soon she was obviously aroused, wet, and breathing rapidly. Susan took a risk, and deftly sat on Fisker's face, forcing her to submissively eat her amazing pussy, which was also genetically engineered for great feel and taste. The risk paid off as Susan's pussy began to gush and she praised Fisker's oral skills loudly. She did not have to fake orgasms, she simply triggered them and shook as Fisker happily lapped up Susan's juices. Susan motioned me onto the bed and onto my back, and directed Fisher to straddle me. Susan noisily slurped Fisker's already wet pussy, and then used her hands to slip my cock into Fisker and lower her down for maximum penetration. After she was fully impaled, I let my erection grow to its full size and hardness, and she drew a hissing breath as she felt her pussy stretched to its maximum. I was an SSMV240 Mission Ch. 01 Fisker leaned back against me, and Susan leaned forward and began licking both of us where I entered Fisker, spending about 80% of her effort on Fisker's clit and 20% on my cock. It was working for Fisker, and she must have come 3 times in 3 minutes, noisily and wetly. Susan had me pull out and turned Fisker over on her tummy, then pulled her up on all fours with her ass high in the air. She began talking in a smooth and silky Dominatrix voice that even got me more excited, and I knew what she as planning. "You are a wet and wicked slut!" She began to caress Fisker's buttocks more and more aggressively, and finally was frankly spanking them. Fisker loved it! Her ass and face both turned red and her breathing increased to its likely maximum. "Wet little sluts like you need to get fucked hard!" She slid under Fisker in a 69 position, with Fisker on top, and began licking Fisker's labia again. That was my cue to enter her pussy again, and I did, bringing her to another orgasm in the new position. Then Fisker gasped as she realized I was pulling out of her pussy and putting my now well lubricated cock at the edge of her ass. I softened myself some and entered her, and she shuddered and shook. It took about 90 seconds to slowly slip most of my length in, and then I held it for a second and then repeated the cycle. After I went to maximum depth in her tight ass for the sixth time, I let myself get back to 'normal' hardness and she screamed and keened. Susan then thrust her tongue into Fisker's pussy, which was really the equivalent of penetrating her with another cock. Susan soon zeroed in on Fisker's g-spot, and we both worked our magic on her, and Fisker was soon having so many orgasms that we lost count! Susan finally separated us and began gently kissing Fisker's front while I gently kissed her back. Fisker signed contently and fell asleep. Susan tapped code on my wrist 'you look around I stay in bed' and I did. I tried to memorize my mental sketch of the room, security controls, comms, and potential hiding places for cameras and microphones. Finally Susan slipped away without waking Fisker and we slowly walked back to the slave quarters. Susan and I showered together even though we barely fit in the slave quarters shower. We shared a bed that barely held us and turned out the lights. As she always did, she let go of her tension and fear from the day when we embraced and sobbed, and so did I. We slept entwined with each other whenever we could, both for comfort and protection. I awoke before dawn, as Susan tapped me a summary of the message she had received from the courtesan, and what she had observed at the party. I tapped back my data from the master bedroom. She heard from one of the household maids that extra bedclothes and linens had been laid in for some very important visitors at the upcoming solstice holiday, which happened three times during the planetary year, which was about 27 earth months long. We had a difficult time interacting with the household slaves. There was a strict caste system in place, and owners did a good job of keeping things compartmentalized and pitting different types of slaves against one another. This was made easier by the fact that the various specializations were engineered to be different from one another and to fit into their specialty. Household maids had functional IQs well below the mean, almost never became bored by repetitive tasks, and could work hard all day and sleep hard all night. There were literally bred to be easy to please and occupy. Most of the servant lines had IQs near the mean, and were more flexible for various tasks, and were very susceptible to addiction. They were supplied with alcohol rations and stimulant pills provided by the owner, and were also designed to have low sex drives. Genetic slaves, like hybrid crops, were always sterile, ensuring that New Chicago maintained control of the trade and slave owners could never 'grow their own'. Since we had no household chores assigned, and were required to be ready to be summoned by the owners at a moment's notice, the other slaves resented us and considered us lazy and pampered. It did not help that we were designed and bred to be smarter and better looking. Sexual slaves were the only lines bred to be above average in intelligence, and the SSM240 and SSF160 lines were the highest intelligence among all the lines. They had proven to be the most satisfying for their masters. Both Prius and Fisker spent the first few days of the week at the ranch, but we did not travel with them. The household slaves would not have even fed us if we hadn't forcefully insisted, but we did begin use the 'missionary' techniques taught us in Special Forces training to try to bond with them. Both of our owners returned to the city Thursday, and I was summoned to their bedroom after supper, and told to come alone without Susan. Fisker was in the bathroom when I arrived, and Prius explained he wanted some extra stimulation while he took care of Fisker. I was to rim his ass while he penetrated Fisker, and occasionally suck his balls from behind for variety, and I was to keep my clothes on and never touch Fisker. When Fisker emerged from the bedroom, she looked surprised to see me, and then looked nervous and excited. "What's going on here, Prius?" He laughed. "We are going to have a little fun, and one of our new slaves is going to help me." She smiled. "That sounds great honey! We are not getting our money's worth if we just use them to entertain guests! We should get some use out of them too. I could really go for some double penetration. It gets us both turned on when we talk about it, and I am really excited that you want to try it!" He looked worried. "I am not ready to go that far. But let's see if you like what I have planned. " He undressed and took off Fisker's nightgown. It really didn't seem to bother them that I was watching -- I was a slave, a non-entity. When Fisker finally got wet, Prius entered her and then looked impatiently over his shoulder at me like I should already be working on him. I decided to shake him up a little! I used my arms to hold myself above him like I was doing push-ups and extended my tongue towards him. He jumped when it touched his butt cheek, and Fisker giggled. I was trained for this, and Prius was not. I gently began to rim his asshole. He proved to be very responsive. Fisker said "Oh, honey you are getting bigger inside me!" and then I began to gradually extend my tongue further and further into him. I increased the frequency of my strokes, and gradually increased my penetration of him, which made him thrust into Fisker more deeply, too. "Oh, honey, I like it like this!" she said. I sensed that Prius was getting close to leg cramps. Fisker growled and came hard, and said "Yes, baby, yes!" I extended my tongue all the way and proceeded to proactively poke Prius' puffy prostate. He grunted and came and probably thought things were over, but my advance training made me think differently. I stepped up my stimulation of Prius' ass, and when he started to push back against me to try to get up I just pushed my tongue into him more! Fisker said with surprise "Oh, baby you are staying so hard! Fuck meeeeee!" I used my tongue to fuck Fisker by proxy! Prius got harder as I thrust into his ass with renewed vigor, and he in turn reflexively stroked Fisker. "Oh yeah!" she cried. I pushed my tongue all the way into contact with Fisker's prostrate and my chin up to his butt, and then used my legs to push against him and thrust him into Fisker. "Don't stop, baby, don't stop!" She exhorted him. I pounded him. Suddenly he spasmed and shook and came again, thrusting crazily into Fisker, who promptly came again, too. "Yeah Baby!" she cried. I withdrew my tongue and he collapsed on top of her. She hugged him strongly and said "Oh baby you were the greatest ever!" Prius left for the ranch early the next morning to escort another hunting party. It was only a few minutes before Fisker summoned Susan and me to her bedroom. She suggested that we recreate last night's scene, but with me doing her as Susan tongued me. I had already told Susan about what happened. I started gently and increased my size, thrust and force between each of Fisker's orgasms. She had a total of five, and then sobbed and shook for several minutes. One night Susan switched over to sucking Fisker's pussy lips and licking her clit or her ass, and she came even harder and more frequently. Thereafter, we recreated this scene at Fisker's urging almost anytime that Prius spent the night elsewhere. The important guests that were expected turned out to be Insight Thunderbirdus, the planet's chief law enforcement officer, and his entourage. This meant he was also the chief bribe broker for the entire sector, with direct ties to New Chicago, and one of Prius' major targets for influence peddling. He got a piece of the action in every bribe, payoff, and scam run on the planet, including the slave related 'mordida' payments that were prevalent throughout the system and the interlocking web of slave planets. Insight was a jaded old hand with lots of experience with sex slaves, but the novelty of a submissive SSMV240 and an SSFV160 really got his attention. Soon he was a fixture at every party Prius threw, and they began to get along very well. We collected a good deal of intel on slave related transactions and passed it up the line through our contacts. Fisker was always frustrated and unhappy when Insight was around, because it meant she was not getting the benefit of my cock and the several orgasms per night she had grown accustomed to. She worked Susan unmercifully, and Susan had great talents and a fine tongue, but it just wasn't the same. Prius, on the other hand, was so happy with his budding relationship with Insight that he made the magnanimous gesture of assigning me as a dedicated 'personal sub' whenever Insight Thunderbirdus stayed the night. Insight really enjoyed this, and developed an almost completely stereotyped routine. He would piss the toilet, have me suck him dry, then suck him until he was hard, and then had me bend over so he could penetrate my ass. He didn't penetrate me very far, and he never lasted very long, but in accordance with my training, I made a big fuss about how strong and wonderful he was at fucking me. His ego was such that he believed every word, and honestly believed he was really doing me a favor to finish up in my mouth so I could taste his perfect come so often. He also 'allowed me' to join him when he showered, so I could kneel and wash him. One night we heard Fisker screaming at Prius through the bedroom door in one of the loudest and longest fights we had ever heard. We could not make out specific words, but there was no doubt Fisker was ranting and raving about something. The next morning we discovered that we were going on 'loan' to the Insight Thunderbirdus household across town for a period yet to be determined. We did not have much in the way of belongings, so it only took a few minutes to get in the little van. The ride to the new house took about an hour through streets teeming with traffic. AUGUST 2359 UCC THUNDERBIRDUS ESTATE CITY OF NEW PHILADELPHIA Insight's house was a huge brick and mortar structure at the center of several acres on the Capitol's 'embassy row' and was at least 25 times the area of Prius' apartment. A permanent security detail surrounded the place, complete with 4 meter tall walls and an armored security gate. Dogs and foot patrols roamed around inside constantly. Those two measures would prove to the only sensible and normal things about the household, as what went on inside the walls was shocking even to trained sex slaves like us. Insight Thunderbirdus cultivated an image as 'the man of the people' by donating to orphanages, sponsoring children's clinics, and building children's hospitals, making triply sure it was all covered extensively by the media. Susan, who had a strange taste for reading ancient political history, said there were probably lots of pictures of him in people's houses painted on black velvet! He spoke in a full and resonant voice, making him seem kind and interested in everyone. He had the politician's gift of being able to focus on individuals and make them seem cared for. Behind the scenes, all of those children's charities were infiltrated with a network for recruiting comely kids to spend some 'quality time' with 'the great man'. When they did, they soon learned of his Brobdingnagian sexual appetites! Perhaps one quarter of the area of his estate was devoted to these pursuits. Although rumors of these goings on were widely circulated among the slaves and tradesmen who serviced the estate, the press was completely cowed and co-opted by the ruling regime. And even if a few brave and inexperienced reporters did try to look into things, they were either shot on sight before they could learn anything, or their entire families murdered if anything even came close to being published. The inner circle of influence was a clique that our owner Prius Invictus desperately wanted to be accepted into! They not only got invited to all the right parties, but they also got to share in the 'harvest' of kids from the charities. Those parties were major productions that served several purposes: photo opportunities with celebrities that were used to make the regime more popular with the hoi polloi; dazzling the media mavens, business people, and bureaucrats that were useful to the regime but not part of the inner circle; and prospecting for new members of the inner circle who could help the regime stay in power. Thunderbirdus spared no expense in making his parties some of the most lavish and photogenic anywhere. He employed the most imaginative decorators on the planet, had the most popular singers and actors perform, and delighted in introducing new trends and being the first to glom on to a new fad! Someone who helped him do this gained great favor. The 'normal' parties would usually break up about 1 AM, and then those 'in the know' would retire to more secluded portions of the estate to continue and escalate the reverie! These parties varied from Caligula style orgies, to live sex stage shows, to sexual games, and the occasional execution on stage, to demonstrate the iron hand of King Cayenne Kaiser and cater to the sadistic excesses of the inner circle. My first appearance at these parties was onstage with Insight himself, so he could demonstrate his complete dominance of one of the most famous 'bull' slave lines (he made no mention of my 'special' status) and also demonstrate to the inner circle how much I loved him and dreamed about getting his perfect come in my mouth again and again. My second appearance on stage was a further demonstration of how much it pleased me to have Thunderbirdus penetrate me anally. Outside of our party duties, Susan and I performed our more traditional roles. Insight's wife apparently did not excite him in the least, nor did he scratch her itch anymore, so either Susan or I or both would try to plumb her depths nightly. She not only wanted me to top her several times per night, but she preferred to be tied up when it happened! Thunderbirdus did not require much outside of parties, he seemed to save his sexual energy for his 'public'. About the third week we were there, Insight announced he would feature two virgins on stage with his phallic favor: a nine year old girl and a ten year old boy! The audience applauded proudly, but Susan had to physically restrain me, all the while telling me it was not enough just to kill Thunderbirdus, but that we had hold out until we could destroy the whole regime and remove it from power! The audience was restricted to only the true cognoscenti and we never saw the actual deeds he proposed, although he did brag about the fine horses he later presented as gifts to the two families, and how grateful they were! Susan somehow channeled her rage into party planning, and from her historical reading rediscovered and re-introduced the novelty of ice sculptures for parties. Thunderbirdus was delighted with the new idea, and gave her great latitude to create larger and more intricate sculptures. So it came to be that when Insight was chosen to host a grand party for King Cayenne Kaiser that was planned for several months hence, Susan was asked to design and execute the most impressive ice sculpture ever seen on New Philadelphia. She thought about it, and then proposed that we build a giant ice elephant, as a tribute to King Cayenne Kaiser's incredible memory and wisdom! She was given great latitude to make sure this happened without delay or flaw for the great occasion, and after she explained the need for large temperature controlled refrigerated chambers and carving tools, Insight swept away most of the normal security precautions and prioritized this effort to curry favor with the King. Insight's chief deputy and second in command of the entire law enforcement apparatus of the planet, Camry Fury, was directly responsible for security of her creations, in addition to the overall arraignments for the party. We reported this information up the chain to our contacts, and life for us was perversely routine for a while. We cultivated some sources within the estate's staff. Susan took to the occasional liaison with the head cook, an older woman with an almost insatiable desire to perform cunnilingus on Susan, and I began currying favor with the house's security chief, a man in his thirties with a strong desire to be penetrated anally! Over the weeks he was able to accommodate my entire length and girth, and took great delight in feeling my ejaculations fill him. Both proved to be great sources of information for us. Prius and Fisker came to visit, and we were assigned to their quarters for the week they stayed at Insight's estate. They were accompanied by the young blonde courtesan from our first party, our surprising confederate, who was now introduced as Fusion Desoto, Fisker's new social secretary. She was certainly an enterprising spy! The inner circle met in an 'executive session' meeting the first evening they were there, excluding all slaves and employees. Fusion left the session early and loudly announced that we had been 'loaned' to her for the night, and we would do well to please her or be punished! We followed her to the guest quarters, as she tapped on our wrists that the suite was wired and we would be observed all night. We knew we had to put of a good show. Susan was really glad to see Fusion, as she seemed to have literally developed a taste for the comely young blonde! In the main room of the guest quarters, Fusion disrobed and grabbed Susan's head and forced her to kneel and service her pussy. Susan gave her a dazzling smile that the cameras could not see, and proceeded to give her a tongue lashing better than money could buy! I knelt behind her and did the same for Fusion's ass, which I found quite wonderful, too, and our two long, strong, and supremely talented tongues soon sent her into paroxysmal orgasms. I stepped up and penetrated her pussy, at first gradually, and she shook with another orgasm. All the while she tapped out messages on us that the cameras could not see! The big party that Susan was planning the giant ice sculpture for was a celebration not only of the tenth anniversary of the King Cayenne Kaiser's total rule and his dissolution of Parliament, but the signing of two new treaties with other slave planets and the kickoff of a huge project to create three more slave colonies loyal to the King! It would be attended by not only the 'in crowd' from New Philadelphia, but key representatives from other slave planets, the already chosen rulers of the new slave colonies, and a delegation from New Chicago. Our contacts had been coordinating things with the local opposition and resistance groups, and we were authorized to find a way to take out everyone at the party, while the resistance groups would simultaneously strike all over the planet. This would effect a revolutionary, non-slave government, prevent the formation of three more slave planets, and set back New Chicago's expansion plans. I was an SSMV240 Mission Ch. 01 Fusion showed real talent to keep tapping out messages so industriously while having showy orgasms for the cameras! After she had delivered all of her messages, she kept tapping and asked me to please come in her pussy, which I did with great relish, and she came again as she felt me shoot! Then she knelt in front of me and gave the cameras another show, as she showed amazing talent swallowing my huge cock! She was doing a fine job while I was tapping out the details of our party plan on her neck, and a request for what I wanted to complete our mission. She tapped back that she would do her best but it would take at least two weeks for our message to propagate through the network. The she grinned up at me and tapped out 'please acknowledge by coming in my mouth', on my leg. I smiled and cheerfully acknowledged her message! Susan and I held each other especially tightly that night, and begin to look forward to a successful conclusion our first covert mission. OCTOBER 2359 UCC THUNDERBIRDUS ESTATE CITY OF NEW PHILADELPHIA King Cayenne Kaiser arrived for a surprise visit to check out the accommodations at the estate. The security chief that loved to take me in his ass led a tour of the estate's owner, Insight Thunderbirdus, Camry Fury, second in command to Insight, and the King. They were primarily concerned with making the King look good to the assembled attendees, and obviously felt highly secure on their home turf. Camry Fury dutifully suggested enhanced security arrangements that would have been adopted by any competent personal security contingent on most planets, and I was afraid that King would agree to them. But Camry must have known how big a fool the King really was, and as he expected, the King lectured him condescendingly, telling him how wonderful it was to be truly loved by his people, and that he did not need the kind of protection that other rulers did. Camry did a tremendous job of keeping his facial expressions neutral, but he tapped on my wrist that 'the King is in for a big surprise!' Entertainment was planned for the King that night, and I soon learned that Insight Thunderbirdus was a real cuddly country gentleman compared to Cayenne Kaiser! The King inspected the assembled household staff, and personally whipped those whose appearance did not meet his standards. One maid lost an eye because she did not direct her gaze to the floor quickly enough in the King's presence. He was offered unlimited use of Susan and I, and he took advantage of it, relishing our 'special status'. We retired to his bedchamber with his two eunuch bodyguards in constant attendance. He began with Susan, delighting in penetrating her and then having a bodyguard choke her unconscious so he could feel how it changed the sensations on his cock when she nodded off and then awoke. I almost broke a bone in my own arm trying to restrain myself! Then he had me kneel and tried the same trick with his cock inserted in my throat. He began by trying to choke me himself, but he found it impossible to defeat my corded neck muscles and soon gave up. He settled for giving me detailed instructions on how to fellate him, explaining to his bodyguards how much I loved him and wanted to please him. When Susan and I got back to our quarters, we showered twice and still felt unclean. The King left the next morning. In a few weeks, Fusion returned to complete the arrangements for the party. She had three huge trucks filled with decorations and supervised their unloading with Camry Fury by her side. She had taken over from Susan and converted us to helpers for creating the giant elephant ice sculpture, explaining to Thunderbirdus that we would be unavailable for a few nights while we worked in the cold rooms with her to create the giant sculpture. The cold room's air conditioning equipment conveniently interfered with the security monitors and cameras, so there were none installed there. She unfolded a frame apparatus disguised as a caterer's tent, and set it up like the elephant's skeleton. She then opened a crate marked 'decorations' and added a closely spaced wire frame that would support the outline of the elephants skin. We studied the sketches and shaped the wire to conform to our plans. She opened another crate marked "stage lighting" and unfurled a central controller and hundreds of attached cables. These were designed to provide perfectly timed electrical impulses to detonators at the end of each cable, and these were placed into marked and matching slots in every available gap in the wire matrix shell. A set of large tubs labeled "decorator's clay" produced a grey, putty like substance that Susan explained was the most powerful non-nuclear explosive known to man. We set to work covering over the wire skin and its installed detonators with this compound until we had an excellent looking elephant. We stood back and admired our work, and cleaned up all the mess from the previous steps, moving all the containers back to the trucks for disposal. At this point Camry Fury and Insight Thunderbirdus showed up for a 'surprise inspection' and I thought we were in serious trouble! But Camry had planned well, and explained that he was 'letting Thunderbirus in on' a surprise for the King! He explained that the clay was to provide a realistic coloring for the elephant before the ice was added, but we were going to make things even more spectacular. Fusion opened a box marked 'costume jewelry' and pulled out a handful of sparkling, diamond like jewels, and proceeded to stick them lightly into the still soft grey putty, explaining that we were creating a 'diamond studded' elephant in keeping with the King's exalted status. She even got Thunderbirdus to place a handful of gems himself, so we could announce that he had 'personally helped to decorate' the elephant for the King. He as delighted at the opportunity to curry favor, and enthusiastically placed diamonds into the putty (with Camry taking a picture for PR) for some time until Camry reminded him they were falling behind schedule. As Camry lead Insight away, we knew the sacrifice he was about to make, as he would have to be present at the ceremony, and would trigger the detonation. After they left, we finished completely covering the exterior of the elephant with the close spaced gems, which were actually advanced nanocarbon flechette rounds, each with a tiny battery, accelerometer, infrared sensor head, nanoprocessor, and steering vanes that allowed them to locate and target human bodies only, ignoring anything that did not have an IR signature near 37 degrees! We then began the arduous process of cooling the whole statue down and covering it with a layer of ice. This took about 5 hours for the first layer, and then we took an hour break, and built up a second layer. We spent all night until the finish was uniform and almost perfect. It did look good, like a beautiful and expensive piece of art. It was actually an incredibly expensive and murderously effective killing machine. We swept the statue with hand held security scanners, and found that the ice had completely sealed any tell tale traces of the explosive, and the targeting systems were completely passive and betrayed no trace of their presence. They would set off metal detectors, but we had already shown Insight the metal frame and wire skin. The system was to be activated by a big air core electromagnet that had already been concealed in the floor of the little pedestal where it was to be displayed. The pulse from the magnet would trigger off the chain reaction that would time the explosion, and the acceleration would activate each little flechette as it was flung away from the exploding elephant bomb. The system had been built and tested three separate times by separate teams back at our HQ. We were sure it would work. We retired to Fusion's quest quarters, knowing we would have to put on quite a show for the monitoring cameras. The more time they spent as voyeurs watching us, the less time anyone had to think about or look at the elephant. Fusion did a wonderful tongue in cheek imitation of King Cayenne Kaiser, strutting around and telling us loudly that she was the greatest and wisest party planner and decorator in known space, and that she was so loved by her employees and slaves that they would fight for the chance to eat her perfect pussy! Susan and I struggled mightily to suppress outright laughter, but we gladly knelt and began to please her. Susan worked on her pussy, and I began to lick her ass. Fusion had been on a treadmill of tension and worry all day, and she suddenly relaxed and let go. She screamed out loud as she came, and almost fell down. Susan did a quick switch, pushing her down to her knees and binding her arms behind her with light rope she had taken from the drapes. So far, all of her acting had been with her dominating us and acting the master, but now the tables were turned! Fusion had been acting before, but now I saw genuine shock and surprise in her eyes as she realized she was at out mercy and could not resist us, lest she make the security monitors suspicious. Susan took her normal Dominatrix role and directed us both expertly. First she stood right in front of Fusion, bent down, took her head in her hands, and kissed her tenderly. Fusion responded with shocked surprise. Susan held her neck and tapped a hidden message 'I have enjoyed eating your perfect pussy, and now I will enjoy you eating mine. Acknowledge this message by making me come.' Fusion's eyes got even bigger and wilder, she almost looked panicked, but then she surrendered to her task. She was not a trained expert as Susan and I were, but she was determined, and she had developed trust and closeness with us. Susan was relaxed, and I could tell she was not going to trigger her own orgasm, but wait for Fusion to get the job done. Suddenly I was not the detached observer I was trained to be. Susan was my partner and friend, and we trusted and depended on each other for our lives every day. I would die for her and I loved her, deeply. Fusion had proved herself to me 'under fire' and earned my trust. She had proven instrumental in helping us move forward toward completing our mission, and I would happily give my life to save hers. Watching them with each other was no longer just part of the mission: I wanted to protect them, and I wanted them to be safe and happy! Now I was excited. I shed my normal 'professional' demeanor and become actively involved. I was deeply aroused, and suddenly had an involuntary and maximum erection. Fusion was now totally turned on and determined to make Susan come! Susan began to breathe rapidly and I could tell she was approaching orgasm. I smelled her frank arousal, and smelled Fusion's different pussy scent mixed with hers. I was losing control, something I almost never did. She moved her legs further apart and crouched down a little, and then cried out as Fusion's efforts brought her off. She grabbed Fusion's head and pulled her up for a kiss, then pushed her head back down, hoping for another orgasm, and Fusion was now frantic to give her another one! Soon she did and I felt a tremendous surge of emotion the see them so close and pleasing each other. Susan then lay on her back and pulled Fusion's head back down to her pussy. This resulted in Fusion frantically losing herself in the effort to devour Susan's pussy once again, and in Fusion's beautiful ass sticking up in the air as she did do. Without thinking, I positioned myself behind her and slowly entered her pussy. I had not adjusted my size, and it was at maximum. Fusion let out a low, guttural moan, which increased in volume as I pushed into her. She was wet and excited; otherwise she would not have been able to accommodate me at all. I wanted to treat her like fine china, but she did not feel the same! She pushed back against me and demanded more! I delighted in filling her. I increased my pace and depth slowly, and she pushed her legs up a little to give me even more access, all the while devouring Susan avidly. Suddenly Fusion was racked with a crushing orgasm, her scream muffled by Susan's pussy. I suppose months of tension and self control had accumulated, and she was now letting go, explosively! But she still clung to her undercover personae. She tapped a message on my thigh 'fuck me' and I began slamming into her. She came again, and tapped 'fuck me harder'. Soon I was pounding her with all my strength, and she was taking it all and loving it. She had two wrenching orgasms in rapid succession, her pussy gripping me so hard that I lost control and came hard inside her. I barely noticed that Susan had had another huge orgasm at the same time. We collapsed together, laughing like children, and then slept like babies. Camry Fury shook us awake and demanded we get ready for the final party preparations. Fusion seemed highly embarrassed by her naked and disheveled state, and Fury looked at her longingly for a moment, then helped her find her clothes and gave us a last minute update on events during the night that related to the party and would not raise any eyebrows among the security monitors. He grabbed Susan by the arm and tapped an urgent message, then ran out the door. The estate was alive with activity as we walked toward the main house where the party hall and refrigerated chambers were. Susan tapped my arm with the update from Camry: the party from New Chicago was said to include the dowager Secretary of State, Rhoddhus Pantsuitus, considered by many to be the most powerful and evil woman in the slave trade. The Prime Minister and other government figureheads on New Chicago changed from time to time, but Rhoddhus stayed in position throughout all the changes, pulling the strings and controlling everything. She had reams of blackmail material on powerful people on almost every planet, slave and non-slave, which gave her considerable leverage. Even some of the most virulent antislavery governments would turn a blind eye to certain activities when she asked them to. It was said that all of her blackmail material would be released to the media by robotic systems if she was dead and could not periodically reset them, and that even though she was hated, many people hoped she lived forever! This was an incredible development for us. Rhoddhus was such a target that had we known she was coming, we would have mounted this entire operation just to get her! To get her as a bonus was amazing luck. But this just increased the ante, but didn't change any of the cards we had to play. It did however mean that that there might be increased security screening and questions, and there were. Luckily, the ice was still effectively sealing the vapors from the explosives in, and the elephant passed the initial screening by her advance detail. The follow up detail questioned Camry extensively, but Insight Thunderbirdus pitched a fit, protecting his hope to curry even more favor with the King, telling them that he had personally supervised the construction of the elephant, and had chosen much of the material used to create it, and that they would create a major diplomatic crisis if they interfered with it for another minute! Eventually the detail signed off, and sent their approval for Rhoddhus to take a shuttle from her assigned transport NCS Lord Ligonier, down to the estate later this evening. The final place settings and flowers were being placed by the caterers as we moved the elephant into the refrigerated staging area that we had prepared just adjacent to the hall. Once all the guests were seated, and introductions had been made, the elephant would be brought in to the strains of the New Philadelphia anthem played like a processional hymn, to the everlasting glory of the King! Guests began to filter in to the hall, many displeased with where they found their place cards. The seating was a rigid pecking order: the closer you were to Cayenne Kaiser, the higher your status. The King always wanted to be the center of attention, and Thunderbirdus had convinced him to save a place on stage for a 'special gift and tribute from his adoring subjects', and Kaiser ate that up! Rhoddhus was to be seated to his immediate right, and arrayed around him were the rest of the party from New Chicago and the chosen leaders of the new planets. Thunderbirdus was 'lucky' to have gotten a seat at the main table! The King and Rhoddus Pantsuitus tried to upstage each other by arriving last, but The King could just sit in a chair in the next room, and Rhoddus had to come down in a shuttle. She finally left her ship and hour late, and air traffic controllers made her wait in a holding pattern until the King signed off on letting her land. She was madder than a wet hen when she finally entered the party area, and got even madder as the King made her wait longer before he made his entrance. The first course was hastily served in an attempt to get back on schedule, and by the time Thunderbirdus went to the stage to act as master of ceremonies the event was still an hour behind schedule. After some preliminary introductions, Thuderbirdus introduced the gift to the King from his loyal subjects and laid it on really thick about it symbolized not only how much he was loved, but his wisdom, intelligence, and generosity. The King of course beamed, and Rhoddus was seen pantomiming sticking her finger down her throat as the giant ice elephant was wheeled into position. The King rose and waved, but made no remarks. Thunderbirdus then announced that there would be a briefing on the new Colonies and that all slaves and estate employees must clear the room, so we went to our quarters and waited for Fusion to join us. She was able to make an excuse about checking on her caterers and left the room, and we all thought Camry would die when he triggered the explosion. We had built in a two stage trigger mechanism with a timer in case Camry was somehow separated from the elephant, and sure enough a ruckus arose at the outer gates and he was dispatched by Thunderbirdus to check on it. Camry kicked off the timer and headed for the front gate. He knew precisely how much time we had. There was a delivery truck at the gates that had arrived late, and the estate had been in lock down ever since the arrival of the Rhoddus shuttle. Camry delayed a few moments and then had the gates opened about one minute before the timer would detonate. The truck had just cleared the gate when the explosion rang out, much louder than any of us expected. There were roughly 50,000 of the deadly flechettes on the elephant, and they were propelled from it at a velocity of about 700 m/s. Given the expected 80% success rate for the IR steering, that meant that on average each of our 400 'guests' would encounter 100 of the deadly little diamonds, roughly equivalent to being shot simultaneously by 6 evenly spaced old style shotguns at point blank range. The guards rushed to follow procedures and close the gate, but Camry shot them and destroyed the switch box, leaving the gate jammed open. We knew to make our way to the front gate as soon as we heard the blast. Every window and door of the main house was obliterated by the overpressure wave from the blast, even though few projectiles made it out, and we saw no one emerge from the house. The guards hesitated to go in, fearing a second explosion, and we made it through the gate and met Camry just outside. We began moving north toward our rally point, just as a column of resistance fighters emerged from the woods and made their way into the estate through the open gate. NOVEMBER 2359 UCC SHUTTLECAFT FROM LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT NEW PHILADELPHIA SYSTEM Our original exfil plan was to sneak out of the system in the MMS Wanderer, the same ship we arrived in, and travel unobserved to a remote wormhole terminus, then jump back into the vicinity of New Oklahoma. But things had gone awry - the newly liberated slaves and yeoman of New Philadelphia, having had previous dealings with the captain of the Wanderer, took it upon themselves to hang him and most of his crew a few hours into the melee that erupted after the rebellion was launched. Our two main alternatives were infeasible too, as there were identified agents from New Chicago on both the chosen merchant ship and the liner that could observe and potentially identify us. We signaled for our fourth and final alternative -- a midnight covert pickup about 10 km north of town in a dense forest. We had to really hump it to make it in time, and got our confirming beep via UWB comm link ten minutes before pickup. We were blinked a recognition signal from a shuttle, gave the proper response, and got a correct read back. The shuttle door opened, and we climbed aboard. I was an SSMV240 Mission Ch. 01 When you go to your fourth and final fallback exfil, the people that pick you up are usually expecting that things went to hell in hand basket, with lots of causalities and a mission failure to debrief and document. We thought we had a spectacular success, but we did not know if anyone else did! Even so, we were not expecting the kind of reception we got. There were four marine sentries waiting for us, and they immediately clamped us in restraints and sedated us! NOVEMBER 2359 UCC ISOLATION CELL 3 LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT EN ROUTE TO NEW OKLAHOMA SYSTEM When I awoke, I was alone in an isolation cell, unsure of how long I had been unconscious. There was absolutely no sensation of motion, so the ship was either sitting still, moving on a constant ballistic course, or already in FTL. I was still in restraints, and sitting across the table from me was a grey haired man in a New Oklahoma Navy captain's uniform. "Welcome back, CWO Tulsa. I'm Captain Delahunty. While you were unconscious we verified your identity by matching your genetic markers and implanted protocols. I am going to debrief each member of your team separately, and then our doctor will do the same using the drug protocols you were trained on. I am afraid this will take some time, since we are the only two individuals on board with sufficient clearance to conduct the sessions." DECEMBER 2359 UCC CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT EN ROUTE TO NEW OKLAHOMA SYSTEM 'Some time' was an optimistic estimate, and it was more than three weeks before I saw Susan, Fusion, and Camry again. We were all in ship's issue BDUs, and apparently everyone had been instructed, like I had, to stay in our "New Philadelphia' cover identities, and reveal nothing about our actual identifies, even to each other. Delahunty faced us all across the briefing table, and gave us an update that surprised us. "Everything that happened on New Philadelphia has now been classified above what any of us are cleared for. I can tell you a few things, but you can never discuss them again, even with each other. First, you achieved 100% kill rate on all the attendees, including Rhoddhus Pantsuitus. Second, the planet wide revolutionary attacks were also successful, and the slaver government went down completely. Third, New Chicago has gone on a complete war time footing, and has put pickets and spies out from here to Old Earth. We want them to think you all died in the explosion. We are taking a long and circuitous route, which you don't need to know, to get back to New Oklahoma without being detected." "The good news is we can get back without being spotted, the bad news is that we will be in route for four more months! Further, I am under orders to keep the four of you completely isolated from the rest of the crew!" He continued, "We are rigging one of the shuttle bays as living quarters for you, including a transfer air lock for us to deliver your meals and take recyclables back. The doctor will visit you at regular hours for sick call, and you may request to see me if you have problems the doctor can't solve. We are the only two people you can interact with. You will have lots of 3D and books, but nothing later than the day you left for your mission. You will have full exercise and training facilities with all relevant military training protocols available to you, and you will not be observed or recorded in any way." We looked at each other curiously. How bored would we get? DECEMBER 2359 UCC GCHQ - SPECIAL FORCES UNIFIED COMMAND CITY OF NEW OKLAHOMA "Please sit down Admiral Creek" "Thank you, Admiral Caddo! I have just completed my meeting with President Boren, and several decisions have been taken. First, all members of the mission team will be receiving the Navy Cross, and Captain Kiowa, who expected to die to complete the mission, will also receive the Foss Medal, plus a promotion to Admiral. The Army has notified me that Lieutenant Colonel Jackson, in addition to being the first Army officer to receive the cross, will also receive a promotion to full Colonel, and she will be assigned to liaise with us for at least the next two years." Admiral Caddo looked uncomfortable. "I am concerned about this four month trip! At least the officers and enlisted will keep to themselves and avoid fraternization, but..." Admiral Creek interrupted "I am afraid that is not the case, Admiral. They have been instructed to maintain their cover identifies until they get back here, so there can be no such prohibition against fraternization." He understood Admiral Caddo's uncomfortable expression. Major Jackson was his niece, and at 24, she was the youngest person ever to reach the rank of Lieutenant Colonel in the Rangers. She was about to spend four months locked up with two freed genetic sex slaves who were also Chief Warrant Officers, plus a horny Navy hero! And given what Admiral Creek knew about Susan Anadarko, by the time major Jackson's niece returned to duty, the young and previously inexperienced blonde would know everything Susan did about sexual pleasure and seduction! JANUARY 2360 UCC SHUTTLE BAY OF LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT EN ROUTE TO NEW OKLAHOMA SYSTEM We never suspected it before, but Susan turned out to be a born drill instructor. Besides reading obscure history books, she had also committed the entire book of Navy and Marine regulations to memory, and cited them expertly to convince us that during our four month travel period we had a duty to plan and execute a training program for us all. She put us through a physical fitness and weapons evaluation, and then developed a four month plan with improvement goals for us all. She did a skill set inventory and assigned us to cross train each other so that by the end of the four month period each of us would each have all the skills that we now had only as a group. We all dutifully signed off on this plan before Fusion and Camry realized it meant that they would have to undergo all of the sexual training that Susan and I had! I was sure they had no idea what they were in for. Although we were not discussing our past postings, the training inventory and other conversations made it clear that Camry was an obviously a highly trained naval officer, most likely a Captain in Intelligence, and Fusion, despite her apparent youth, was an Army Ranger, probably a major or even a short Colonel. Susan and I were both CWOs, so theoretically we should have been quartered separately and not be allowed to 'fraternize' with officers, which was Navy parlance for 'fuck while aboard ship'. But we were all under orders to remain in our 'civilian' identifies, so officially we could fraternize with officers or enlisted or civilians without restriction. It was also obvious that Fusion and Camry were developing a tremendous crush on one another, if they were not already hopelessly in love, and nothing makes you hornier than getting shot at and living. JANUARY 2360 UCC SHUTTLE BAY OF LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT EN ROUTE TO NEW OKLAHOMA SYSTEM The first few days of our confinement and training were awkward. Both officers almost bolted when Susan made clear her intentions for them to undergo sexual training, but Susan convinced them that such skills could make the difference in the success of any further missions they might be assigned. Susan was an irresistible force, and soon our evenings were a combination of dutiful sexual training and enthusiastic recreational sex. Days were filled with study units on the ship's computer and physical or weapons training. We slept a sound and exhausted sleep every night, and in a week we were all closely bonded like members of an experienced strike team, which I suppose we were, and we were teasing each other and creating loving insults, and generally enjoying life a lot more! We enjoyed making up fictitious military acronyms for each other: Susan was first dubbed DI, and then PT for pussy trainer, since she was merciless in making both young officers practice on her until they met her standards for pussy eating. We both called the two of them either Army or Navy, and they finally stopped trying to correct us. Susan would lay back and wonder out load, as one or the other lapped at her lovely and tasty nether lips, whether the most talented cunnilinguists were to be found in the Army or the Navy, and I would always contend that the Marines were best. Susan never tired of this joke. After they had both 'passed their quals', Army challenged us to a Marines versus Navy 'lick off' and then luxuriated as we both brought her off several times. I like to think I was slightly more skilled, but I also think she was in love with Navy, and that gave him an edge. We all knew Susan was really the best, thought. Susan's next course for them was fellatio, and for practical reasons I became TD for tackling dummy, and assistant instructor. Army had the edge all the way: she was a natural talent and simply loved the feeling of power and excitement it gave her, and she relished very drop of semen she was able to take from Navy and me, although again I think she was already in love with him. Susan dubbed her CQ for come queen, and razzed her mercilessly about her breasts betting bigger and skin getting better because she was downing so much jizz. She just smiled self consciously and said "I do love it!" Susan gave Army a whole set of vaginal muscle exercises to do every night for a few weeks before we began her 'FT", and we began anal work straight away. They both were good, but Susan said Navy had real talent, and dubbed him RJ for his incredible effectiveness at giving her 'rim jobs', which she said were almost transcendental. He seemed to enjoy performing them on Army even more than on Susan or me. I wonder why? Both of them were soon able to take me at full size and with full motion in their asses, and I really enjoyed 'the duty' as I called it during the training. They dubbed me 'FP" which Susan said was an old Earth term. It made her giggle. Navy was no slouch at anal penetration either, and Susan and I both gave him high marks, but he really got rave reviews from Army! I saw Susan whispering to Army that she was really going to like the 'DP and TP' training that was planned and Army smiled widely as the term was explained. FEBRUARY 2360 UCC GCHQ - SPECIAL FORCES UNIFIED COMMAND GRAND BRIEFING ROOM CITY OF NEW OKLAHOMA Grand Admiral Chickasaw began "It appears that Rhoddhus Pantsuitus really did have the blackmail goods socked away somewhere. We have had a two week cluster of suicides among 'the ruling class' that were apparently in anticipation of what would be revealed. Now the evidence has begun to be delivered to the news media, and very craftily to multiple and competitive young reporters with high ambition and no families to worry about. " "Even more troubling is the suicide of a Naval Intelligence section chief who supervised much of the intelligence gathering for the New Philadelphia mission, and we have to assume that she had already been 'turned' by New Chicago. Although she did not know who had been assigned to the team, she would have been able to tell them that there was a mission planned and its likely goals." Admiral Caddo asked "Will the leadership in New Chicago consider the mission an overt act of war?" Admiral Creek responded "We have to plan that way. Fleet Admiral Borda will present Operation Extreme Prejudice, and then Rear Admiral McCain will brief us on Operation Silver Bullet, and then we have to decide which to activate." Admiral Caddo had one final question. "Given the likelihood that New Chicago already knows all about the New Philadelphia mission, can we accelerate the return of the mission team in case we choose Silver Bullet?" Grand Admiral Chickasaw took that one "Theoretically yes, but practically no. The ship is under communications blackout, and we can only reach them via a non standard broadcast emergency action message that could give New Chicago confirmation that the team survived the mission. And even if it did not entail that risk, they could only accelerate their arrival time by a few days. We are just going to stay silent and stick with the original return date." MARCH 2360 UCC SHUTTLE BAY OF LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT EN ROUTE TO NEW OKLAHOMA SYSTEM Susan wasn't just a born DI, she was a merciless taskmaster. After she noticed that Army and Navy were making faster progress on their sexual training goals than their physical fitness goals, she combined the two! She had observed that each of them had clear 'favorite' sexual training exercises and she paired those with their weakest muscle groups and least favorite non-sexual training exercises designed to strengthen them. She also tapped their competitive natures, in that the one that was closest to their strength and fitness goals got to choose the recreational 'sex scene' for the night. Army was fractionally ahead in the standings, so tonight she picked one of her favorites. Susan lay on her back and Army straddled her face, allowing Susan to use her talented mouth on Army's pussy and ass. But she also required Army to do continuous alternating squats and stationary lunges, or her ministrations would stop. First Navy stood over Susan as the 'fellatee' and she and I did our best to get him off as quickly as possible, while he gripped barbells and did the hammer curls and reverse curls that Susan had assigned. When Army deep throated him I sucked on his balls and vice versa. He moved rapidly toward a climax, and Army had also defined the 'end game' precisely. She lived up to her CQ nick name, and insisted that all ejaculations belonged to her! As soon as I determined Navy was just about to shoot, I used my almost prehensile tongue to probe his prostate, hoping to maximize his ejaculatory force and volume for Army's enjoyment. Army drained him expertly and savored every drop, then smiled up at me as I took his place. Her legs were quivering from exertion, but nothing would make her stop now. She expertly took me down her throat, and had me hard as rock almost instantly without me even concentrating on it. Navy loved to watch her give head, because she got this dreamy expression on her face and looked lustful and doubly beautiful. He spent so much time watching her that he really didn't do his 50% part to get me off, but luckily I could pretty much come when I wanted to, for Army's benefit. And I absolutely insisted on one of Navy's best RJ and prostate efforts, and he always delivered masterfully on that, probably more because he wanted Army to enjoy my ejaculation than any desire to please me. This was my first of the day and it was a big hot one, and Army hummed happily and gobbled it down. She smiled at me, but then looked impatient for Navy to return and take my place. She did love it so! MARCH 2360 UCC GCHQ - SPECIAL FORCES UNIFIED COMMAND GRAND BRIEFING ROOM CITY OF NEW OKLAHOMA The assembled staff was leaning toward recommending Operation Extreme Prejudice, which was a coordinated attack with immense sequenced fission-fusion-fission 'planet buster' bombs that would have completely destroyed the New Chicago system's primary habitable planet and created a new and highly radioactive asteroid belt in the system. One young and brilliant young engineer and physicist, with no military background, had argued vehemently for this option, and had almost won the day. But then he used the phrase 'final solution', which had unfortunate implications for the rest of the decision makers, who all had extensive backgrounds in military history. President Boren never really considered Extreme Prejudice anyway, opting instead for Silver Bullet, a combination of special ops teams taking out specific military targets, primarily planetary defense and command and control sites, along with a precision non-nuclear attack to take out the genetic labs and slave decanting facilities. New Chicago's insistence on centralized sites and monopoly control of genetic slave technology hopefully would be their undoing. Silver Bullet would be launched a few weeks after the New Philadelphia mission team returned, since all of them had key roles in the new operations plan. APRIL 2360 UCC SHUTTLE BAY OF LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT EN ROUTE TO NEW OKLAHOMA SYSTEM Susan enlisted me to use my choices for the evening's recreational sex scenes to pick not what I favored, but what best developed the next weakest fitness capabilities of our two young officer 'trainees' and budding sex experts. Susan used her choices the same way. Navy had two real favorites, and both betrayed that he was hopelessly smitten with Army. He loved to be as close as possible to her when she had an orgasm, as if he could share it and feel it with her. He loved to watch her face as she came, and he also loved to tongue her pussy and clit as she came, often with juicy and tasty results. Susan had a special plan for him tonight, introducing him to some new practices and probably providing Army with some of her most intense orgasms ever. Army took to double penetration like a duckling takes to water, and had some of her most spectacular squirting orgasms yet, much to the delight of Navy, and Susan and I enjoyed it too. In fact, Navy's primary regret was that since we only had two cocks available, he could never just watch Army getting off from DP. But we improvised and used Susan's huge tongue as a substitute so that Navy could kiss Army and watch her face in close-up as she came. After her third shuddering climax, Army broke down crying and hugged us all. I realized that we were all just naturally driven to do our best to please her, and at the same time she was the kind of officer that troops would 'follow into hell'. She was destined for greatness! MAY 2360 UCC SHUTTLE BAY OF LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT EN ROUTE TO NEW OKLAHOMA SYSTEM Captain Delahunty came into our mess space, which was the best thing we had as a briefing room, and gave us a heads up that we would make the New Oklahoma system limit tomorrow. He said we had been in an almost complete communications blackout and he had no significant updates to give us, and he could only guess exactly what would transpire when we docked. Normal procedure was that we would be met by a team from Special Forces GCHQ. He had to sign off on our training course completions and he congratulated us on using the travel time so industriously, and he would look forward to seeing us again. He asked Navy to stay behind and dismissed the rest of us. After the door closed, he spoke to Navy "I did some research on your request. I do have the capability of performing marriage ceremonies on board, but unfortunately our orders read that you must stay in your covert identifies until we return to New Oklahoma, and if I marry you en route under those identifies it would not be a valid marriage. But I looked at the orders carefully, and it appears that I could marry you, under your true identifies, as soon as we cross the system limit tomorrow morning, and it would be valid. Which leads to my next question, have you asked her yet?" Navy looked pensive. "I was procrastinating until I got your answer. Now I guess I can't wait any longer. I am very worried she will say no!" The captain smiled. "I will never fully understand women, Captain, but I do know that even if you knew for certain she would say no, you should still ask her!" MAY 2360 UCC BRIDGE OF LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT EN ROUTE TO NEW OKLAHOMA SYSTEM The captain hurried onto the bridge with a forceful stride, and the mid-watch snapped to attention. This long trip had been mostly a snoozer, staying rigged for minimum sensor signature and conducting frequent training drills and systems checks. But now there might be some relief from the boredom. The captain stopped between the navigator's and helmsman's station, and spoke sotto voce "Mr. McFadden, Ms. Cody, please determine a course change that will comply with all Navy regulations and traffic control procedures, but maximize the elapsed time between the point that we cross the system limit and when we dock at the L4 base, and let me know the time it will allow us between those two points." I was an SSMV240 Mission Ch. 01 Ms. Cody, somewhat of a navigation savant, spoke first "I can make that several days if I push the envelope, Captain, but traffic control might put me up on charges when we dock. How much time do you really want?" Delahunty smiled. "Twelve hours, Ms. Cody. You may make the change as soon as it is laid in. Summon me from my cabin five minutes before we cross the system limit." "Aye, captain, I can do that with only a minor chewing out!" She knew the captain would have her back. MAY 2360 UCC SHUTTLE BAY OF LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT EN ROUTE TO NEW OKLAHOMA SYSTEM Susan suddenly decided that she and I needed to spar for a while in the exercise area, and when I hesitated she offered to start in on me before I got my protective gear on. Since I had two big bouncy testicles and she did not, that would be a significant disadvantage. We headed for the training area, leaving Army and Navy alone. As we left, Susan winked at Navy and he smiled. Navy cleared his throat nervously, which put Army on alert, since he normally had ice water in his veins in any situation. Then he took one of her hands in his, which made her even more nervous. He began "I feel funny calling you Fusion, since I know that is not your name. So I will call you the most honest name I can: My Love." Her breath stopped in her chest. He continued "I don't know your real name, but I know who you really are, and I know that I love you." She turned to face him, but before she would speak, he continued. "Will you marry me?" She was frozen in time. She had not even let herself hope that she would find a marriage and family partner until she had completed her first 20 year term of service in the Army. She had only had sex with two other people before this mission, but she realized that after this trip she would certainly have had vastly more sexual experience than anyone else her age in the service! Yet she knew in her heart that she would never find anyone she trusted and cared for more than Camry, whatever his real name was. "Yes" she said. She had always been pretty decisive! They both had the same next thought: how long until the 'slaves' would finish sparing? MAY 2360 UCC GCHQ -- SPECIAL FORCES UNIFIED COMMAND CITY OF NEW OKLAHOMA The Ensign ran a dispatch pad over to Admiral Caddo and saluted. The Admiral was pleased to see that the Defiant had crossed the system limit, but was dismayed at the navigation details. The ship had come out of warp at a normal distance from the system's sun, but then moved on an unusual course and would cross the system limit at a point far from the L4 base. It would take half a day to dock from there! MAY 2360 UCC SHUTTLE BAY OF LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT EN ROUTE TO NEW OKLAHOMA SYSTEM Susan was absolutely merciless, going after my every weak point as only she knew them, and pounding me when she got through my defenses. I had to hustle to keep her from really hurting me, and it went on for hours! When she finally relented, we were both exhausted. We headed back for our quarters to shower, and observed Army and Navy entwined together in the same position Susan and I usually slept in. They tended to end up this way every morning, but this was the first time I had seen it midday. I didn't notice it, but when we got into the shower, Susan pointed out that Army had a new ring on her finger. I was going to razz them about it, but while I was still drying off, the ship wide intercom sounded off "Attention all hands! We have just crossed the New Oklahoma system limit. The following personnel will report to the Captain's ready room immediately! CWO Anadarko, Chief Medical Officer Atoka, Lieutenant Colonel Jackson, Captain Kiowa, and CWO Tulsa. The announcement repeated once, and we suddenly realized that we now knew Army and Navy's real names. MAY 2360 UCC CAPTAIN"S READY ROOM, LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT NEW OKLAHOMA SYSTEM The marriage ceremony only took a few minutes, and the captain insisted it take place immediately, not even giving the bride and groom time to shower. The Captain asked the medical office if there were any medical prohibitions to the marriage, and he said no, and he went forward quickly. I smiled, Susan and Army (AKA Lieutenant Colonel Jackson) cried, and after a few hugs the captain was all business. He immediately confined both of them to quarters until we docked at L4 (nudge, nudge, wink, wink), and assigned Susan and I to remain on the bridge and observe the approach procedures to L4. We were strictly supernumeraries on the bridge, but it gave us a chance to observe some of the things Navy (AKA Captain Kiowa) had taught us. Susan noticed it first, and asked the helmsman about the non standard approach vector. Ms. Cody, the navigator, leaned over and whispered something in her ear and they shared a stifled laugh, and then gossiped like two old harridans for the next hour. Ms. Cody would occasionally cut a glance over at me with big eyes. The captain quizzed me like I was a fresh caught midshipman on bridge procedures, navigation, docking emergencies, and a myriad of questions, obviously to see if I had integrated things from my study units. When we were about two hours from L4 base, the Captain detailed Susan and I to go down to the shuttle bay and assist Captain Kiowa and Lieutenant Colonel Jackson with packing and getting squared away for the transfer. MAY 2360 UCC SHUTTLE BAY OF LIGHT CRUISER NOS DEFIANT APPROACHING NEW OKLAHOMA L4 BASE When we entered the shuttle bay, both officers jumped up to hug us, still naked and obviously sweaty, steamy and highly fragrant from their recent honeymoon exertions. We said we only had two hours to get all their gear packed and ready. They said that would only take about 5 minutes, since we were lucky to get off of New Philadelphia with our skins still intact, and had no other gear. When they began stripping us, Susan, ever officious, brought up the regulations about fraternization, and Captain Kiowa laughed. "As the senior officer in naval intelligence aboard this vessel, I am giving you double secret special emergency orders to help me interrogate this suspicious woman, Lieutenant Colonel Jackson. Not only is she an Army puke, but she was foolish enough to agree to marry me, and therefore her judgment is suspect. I have done some preliminary research, and the best way to make her talk is to maximize her sexual excitement and then give her rapid multiple orgasms. Do you understand your orders?" They asked us if we wanted them to take a shower first, and Susan blushed (which I had never seen before) and said no, she liked the way they smelled right now. Army blushed too! Then Susan said "Well, I guess we all know this drill' and then lay down on the floor right in front of me. Lieutenant Colonel Jackson immediately swung a leg over and sat on Susan's face. Susan said "Oh honey you are so damn funky, and I like it!" then giggled. Jackson turned her face toward my cock, and Kiowa kneeled beside her and begin kissing her face. I looked down at her smiling face and said "By the way, what's you first name, Lieutenant Colonel?" She laughed deep down in an almost predatory way, wiggled her pussy onto Susan's face, and said "You can call me CQ!" JUNE 2360 UCC GCHQ HEADQUARTERS BRIEFING AUDITORIUM CITY OF NEW OKLAHOMA The ceremony was understated and completely private. No one would ever know why we got those medals, or even where. We had about five minutes to celebrate, then were assigned to new units for our next mission: Operation Silver Bullet. Susie and I were going back to the place of our decantation, and we were planning to make a major impact! We had about three months of travel time to get all units into position, and some extensive training to do en route. Susie said it might be our duty to find a couple of more candidates for cross training. She is so dedicated!