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By: peterpan



Here I am, Anna Jane. Intrepid investigator. My first time.

I knew the wires were secure, the microphone taped between my breasts heard everything and a dozen TerraPol officers would be instantly on hand if things went bad. There was nothing to be afraid of. TerraPol doesn't abandon it's own.

This was my first time though. I had worked so hard to be accepted but, till tonight, I had been stuck behind a desk. That is one of the reasons I leapt at the chance of this assignment without really considering the sense of it.

Maybe it was all some sort of initiation prank. The whole thing had seemed pretty unprofessional at the time. But I had to follow orders. And I wanted to be accepted at any cost.

So here I was dressed in jackboots and latex hot pants, leather leggings and a leather jacket that didn't reach my navel. A young crewgirl of the ship I was meant to infiltrate currently had her hand around my waist and her fingers tucked into my belt. She was called Red. She was some sort of pirate. I already had plenty of evidence. She was practically bragging about how many crimes she had committed against the human race. It seemed to me her verbal admissions alone were plenty to justify a search warrant of her ship right down to and including a cavity search of it's captain and crew! Why play this out any longer?

I had intercepted her in a spacedogs bar. She was a loose-lipped drunk and easily manipulated into promising a tour of a real spaceship in turn for unspecified fun. TerraPol would step in before I had to make good on my side of the bargain, I hoped!

Giggling like this was a schoolgirl prank, Red had sneaked me onboard and maneuvered me through the labyrinthine engine room, attempting to avoid the other crew. We almost made it. We were almost at her cabin when around the corner came the captain, flanked by four crewgirls. How confidently they swaggered! Pirates, and they looked the part. No, that is not entirely true. The captain had a careworn, rather than carefree, look to her. The crewgirl to her right, however, would have made a fine young pirate captain in any trashy romantic eyetickler. Not that I peruse such pulp. It would certainly be frowned upon for a TerraPol agent. Illusions aside the facts were these: we upheld the law and protected humanity. They spat on both. My life would not be worth much if I were discovered-- and if there were not a dozen highly trained TerraPol ready to whisk me to safety at the first sign my cover was blown.

Still, I took the time to commit her rather tasty image to memory. At home, in bed, in my mind, she could be as nice or nasty as I wished.

Red stopped and saluted. The captain nodded, then her eyes swung to me.

"Quite a catch there, Red. Set you back a bit, I suppose." Her tone was casual, her face was casual but she was suspicious. Her eyes had lingered on me a bit too long.

Red laughed. "Nah. She's free. Practically threw herself at me. Never seen the inside of a spaceship." 

"Don't you go showing her anything outside the inside of your cabin, Red." Cautioned the heroic looking girl on the captain's right. First mate, I guessed. I'll call her Spikey. She had short spikes and a hard expression; aimed at Red right now, not me. I wasn't far wrong about her name as it turned out. 

"Never intended to," Red replied with childish slyness. I believed her. Help! Where was my backup? Spikey ignored the innuendo and smiled chivalrously at me. Something glinted in her eye. "You must really have wanted to see the inside of a spaceship, girl."

This was getting too sticky for my liking. I tried to look as cheap as possible. "Bet you could show me more than a cabin, sweetheart."

Spikey snorted. My gambit had worked. That glint was gone from her eye, replaced by disdain. They were going to ignore me after all.

They would have ignored me, I would have got away with it. They would not have discovered me and all that was subsequent would not have happened to me IF..

..IF at that instant a grainy voice had not rang out from a hidden speaker, dripping with gloating sadistic glee. "She makes a convincing slut, doesn't she."

It came from under my shirt. From the microphone my fellow officers had helped me tape there. "Almost as good as her impression of a TerraPol officer, wouldn't you say..."

It felt like being punched in the gut. I wanted to be sick. My pulse was deafening in my ears as my brain tried to absorb the fact that I had just been murdered. And I knew that voice. It was the smiling voice of the same sergeant whom had told me not to work so late, not to waste my life chasing discrepancies in paperwork filled out by illiterates.. The same, whom had came into my office only hours ago and congratulated me on finally getting what I had been asking for. A chance at a real mission! I remember being so elated, and so annoyed. I had suspected them of giving me that desk job to bore me out of the force. Though it bored me to tears I had approached it like a detective. And found discrepancies. I knew who and suddenly I knew why.

The pirates had recoiled as if I were plague itself. They were looking at me with horror and disgust. This wasn't the way it was meant to end! Even if the villains killed the heroine here, weren't they meant to praise the heroine for her tenacity first?, or say something like "You and I, we are the same.." That is how it always worked in the EyeTicklers. Instead they looked as if they might stamp me to death rather than touch me with their hands. As one might kill a cockroach. It was not enough. I had not lived enough life yet.

No one spoke. After a gap the voice began again. "Hmmm.. This thing IS working isn't it?"

I don't know why I gave him the pleasure of answering. I looked around at the ring of hate filled faces. "It is working, sir" I answered quietly.

As if my words had broken a spell, they lunged for me. I got in only glancing blows before my arms were pinned behind me, the last of the rest of my life that mattered spent. Spikey strode forwards with ice in her eyes. She ripped open my shirt to expose the concealed mike taped there, and the wires winding around to the transmitter between my shoulderblades.

"You should have known your place girlie," the voice tutted smugly, " You should have known your place."

The captain strode forwards as if to hit me. The blow never struck but it may as well have. "What is the meaning of this?!!" she demanded, almost shouted at me in her fury. I couldn't get any sound past my lips. But it wasn't me she was speaking to after all.

"We had a deal. I have just delivered on my part of the bargain."

"The bargain was for information."

"She has it. When she isn't out looking for a good hard fucking she works in records. A bit too nosy for her own good."

"So you decided to kill two birds with one stone."

"I decided to feed one to the other." The voice disappeared with a click.

"Kill that," the captain said casually, gesturing to my breast. The mike was ripped off me and crushed under a booted foot.

"Damn him!" she exploded the instant it was done. "This is less than we paid for; and I hate being played......Still..." A slow smile took her as an idea occurred. "A captured Reich agent..... "

For a second she inspected me, then she spoke to me. I did not really understand her at the time. " All their lives this crew has lived in fear of people like you. Fear paralyses, girl. You are learning that right now aren't you.. Well they won't be afraid of you soon."

She turned to Spikey. "First mate, get the information out of her. That is your first priority. But the crew will find out we are entertaining a Reich agent and that could cause problems. Tell them she will be turned over to them AFTER we have the required information. I want a Full Channel feed of the interrogation sent to my room."

"Secured?" Spikey asked, puzzled.

"Unsecured!"

"Vassy and Sal will be circulating Ticklers of it before it is even over," protested Spikey. "Jonesy will probably have it playing live in the mess-hall before we have even started!"

"Exactly."

The captain turned and strode away, leaving me in the hands of her crew. At the corner she stopped and turned back to us. "Oh, and Red, escort yourself to the brig. Stay there till further notice." Then she was gone.

***

They pulled my jacket back, trapping my arms behind me. Forced me to kneel as stuncuffs bound my wrists, then my ankles, then wrists to ankles with a third pair so I was hog-tied. Tension on the links drove cotton-wadded spasms up my arms and legs. I grunted involuntarily. "Morons!" I cried, finally regaining my voice, "I'm TerraPol. They'll get you within the day".

Gravity twisted. The ship was lifting!

Spiky spun me round by my flapping shirt, bunched the collar in her fists and pulled my face to hers. "TerraPol sold you to us. For services rendered. Who is going to miss you?"

"You're lying! It wasn't TerraPol. TerraPol doesn't sell its officers."

"Like it sells it's citizens?" She twisted her head to one side, revealing the faint silver bar-code on her cheekbone. A slave scar. "We have all been sold. You're just a tiny piece of payback, sweetmeat."

"I'm not your meat! TerraPol doesn't sell it's officers." But it sounded weak even in my ears. I had only been in the force a few months and never felt accepted. 

At Spikey's command they tugged me to medbay and strapped me into the examination couch. Arms clamped behind me. While two held my legs she removed my belt and peeled the leathers down to my ankle-boots. "I won't tell you anything!" I spat. She raised one eyebrow but said nothing. Her confident smirk said it all. The ship had put to space. That probably meant they didn't need my information until they reached their destination. One month, if they hadn't changed their flight plan.

They strapped my legs tightly into the stirrups, below the knees and above the ankles. The pants still bound my naked legs together, and the stirrups were currently together but, this couch could support a woman giving birth, among other things. The sanctity of that moment had nothing to do with where I was now.

I felt the press of cold metal against my temple but before I identified the instrument the act was done. For a moment the drill's buzz shook my teeth in my skull but I didn't feel the actual penetration. They had just shot something into my brain.

Spike ran her hand over my thigh possessively. Her skin was dark against mine. It made my flesh look like coveted fine china. To her it was. I shivered involuntarily.

"If you could see how you looked in my eyes... If you knew the things we are going to to you.... You wouldn't be struggling." Her face slid up to mine. I could feel her breath on my ear. "You'd have fainted dead away."

I tried to bite her. Her lips hovered just out of reach. I spat. She dodged easily and the spittle arced back, slowly in the weak gravity. She did not let it hit me. She caught it in her own hand, then licked the hand dry. Why? why didn't she let it fall on me?

"Because I like you." she replied simply. She read my mind! Or did she just guess?.

The screen behind her flickered to life. There was a jumble of images that were familiar somehow, but one window was filling with text that would change as it scrolled. One of the lines said [WHY DIDN'T SHE LET IT FALL ON ME]

"That nanoware we shot into your skull. One of it's functions is to decipher your verbal-symbolic thoughts. So you see, you don't need to tell us anything; just think it."

Nothing! I thought, and the text was dutifully produced. Nothing! Nothing! nothing!

"It appears to be working satisfactorily. Mute her." A black studded collar was placed around my neck and switched on. It paralyzed my vocal cords and the muscles in my neck. I could move my jaw, but weakly.

"It's for your own protection. Don't want you biting your tongue off."

[DAMN YOU]

My jacket had already been lost when they had strapped me to the couch. Spikey had already ripped the buttons off my shirt when she had removed the TerraPol microphone. Not content with that she now ripped it so thoroughly to shreds that only the cuffs remained, and slid her hand under my bra to cup one breast. The nipple was surprisingly, painfully hard. I grunted, tried to pull back. She was only playing. The bra was rolled off my shoulders and down to my waist.

My breasts jutted ridiculously, sharp and conical in the low gee. I could do nothing but think curses as she rolled the nipples in her fingers, applying some sort thick grease from a tube. When had it become so hot in here?

[WHY AM I SO HOT?] The machine betrayed my thoughts.

They laughed at me. My cheeks burned red with shame. Why should I care what they thought of me? they were going to torture me for information and just plain sadistic amusement. A month to die in. I began to sob, from the lungs because the collar paralyzed my voice. So it came out sort of like laughter.

"We're not gonna hurt ya." Spikey stated firmly. "What we got in mind is much more fun" I didn't know what she meant. It didn't sound good but, simultaneously, I had already expected the worst I could imagine. How could any surprise not be a pleasant one?


Spikey flicked my right nipple, hard.

[Ouw!]

"Sorry," she smirked lopsidedly. "Just calibrating the hardware."

Someone patted electrodes to my aureola. Specially designed for just that task. Rubberized wires terminated in thin floppy rings that let the greased nipple poke through. The grease must have been conductive gum. A nice even contact. At least that would prevent spot-burns, my engineering knowledge reported inanely. 

Spikey held a remote pointed at my chest. "Ready for your pleasant surprise? Lets have a countdown. Ten. Nine. Eight..."

So this was how it began. This was their "'not gonna hurt ya' pleasant surprise". The fuckers. I tried to shake the contacts free. I shook my chest violently, swinging my breasts to and fro, up and down, to no effect other than to set them bouncing idiotically. 

"Seven, Six, Five, Four.."

I cursed them as I fought, filling up their damn printout with unprintables.

"Three,.."

I went still. breathing deeply. Glaring at Spiky with hatred and betrayal. "Two" she said, smiling gently. My lip trembled involuntarily, mouthing the word.

"One." Click.

Current arced through my breasts. Sensation ripped through my aureole, my arms, danced over my lips as I threw my head back and mutely screamed, as I arched my chest forward in a primitive mindless need to present as much skin as possible to the exquisite pleasure arcing, crackling across my nipples.

It ended. I collapsed in my bonds. Seconds passed before I could take a breath and release it. Panting, head lolling, mind reeling in confusion, I turned my eyes to Spikey; but I have no idea what was in them. I watched unresisting, as if from a distance, as she bent forward and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

My lips were scratchy dry. I moistened them with my tongue.

"You WILL tell me everything." she whispered.

"Wha... what.. was that?" I gasped out in silence, before I thought better of it.

"Pleasure," she replied with a pitying smile. "Has it really been so long?".

They had rewired my head. Shorted my pain sense directly into the pleasure centre of my brain. But there had to be a payback. I remembered a study where an electrode was stuck into a labrat's brain, into it's pleasure centre, and it would keep pressing this button, zapping it's brain till it starved. I remembered pleasureheads, giving themselves cigarette burns, pushing safety pins through their flesh. Would I end up a drooling pleasurehead?

"No," Spikey said. "The difference is, you're bound into this nice comfy chair. Your arms are clamped behind you. Your legs are clamped into these stirrups, with the comfy-est firmest straps. You CAN'T hurt yourself, so you can't pick up a habit like of hurting yourself."

Sudden pleasure scorched my breasts. "You also don't control this button."

"Now, here are the rules. I am going to ask you questions. I am going to zap you. Don't go looking for patterns, that's my job. There are no rules about what I ask, when I reward, or how much."

"First question. Are you a virgin?" Before I had even absorbed the question, mad spasms wracked my body as she pressed the remote once, twice, four times. Warm dampness flooded my underwear and I clenched my thighs together.

[FUCK YOU] 

"What is your login"

[LICK MINE]. Pleasure arced through me.

"Where do you like to be touched."

[UP YOUR ARSE, CUNT]. Every question she asked, I responded by filling my mind with obscenities and curses. I never knew I had so many in me. Spikey was patient, zapping me after almost every answer, till the times when she did not felt like emptiness, void, a lover's disapproval. But there was no pattern that I could see. Occasionally she would stop and wipe my breast and brow with a damp sponge. Sometimes this was just a trick and instead she would buzz me so long that she would have to blow air into my lungs to stop me passing out. All I gave her in return were descriptions of all the obscene things I would do to her if somehow she were ever as helpless as I was. Yet my emotions were so misused that I also thought myself in love with her, towards the end. Don't try to understand, because you couldn't possibly. She didn't know. If she had just invited one of the other girls to kiss her I might have snapped then and there and told her anything to keep her mine. Instead, I just couldn't bear to break in front of her and have her secretly disappointed in me. Love is a fucked up thing. I could actually feel it when I finally tore in two. Things got easier after that.

I came out of a fugue to find she had stopped. I glanced at the screen. Good. Just junk. Did I really say all that stuff? Only then did I notice my legs spread in the stirrups, new wires attached to my inner thighs and to bits of me I won't mention. When had all this happened? I could still feel the warm afterglow of current induced pleasure in my twitching extremities. Even bound like that I had still managed a slouch of total exhaustion. Thinking back, I could remember it all dimly, as if it had happened to someone else.

We now had full gravity. The ship was well underway to whatever it's destination. That was my only clue to how much time had passed.

Spikey was washing herself down. She was facing the wall, frowning in that sort of intensely thoughtful way she did. She was naked above the waist. I could see her muscular back and one firm breast as she raised her arms above her shoulders, rubbing her face and pushing back her short spikey hair so it stuck to her scalp like a seals'. Her drawstring cotton pants were sodden and clinging down to her knees. No underwear. The translucent cloth followed every curve of her tight butt.

Imagine her crawling towards me like that. Head down. Back arched. Small breasts jostling and that butt just peeking over her shoulders. I wondered if she had tired of the game. 

[QUITTER, LIMPDICK] said the scrolling transcript of my thoughts.

***

"Damn you," She lay her head down on my chest. "You win. I wanted to do this all in one session. Then I would have helped with your withdrawal. Worked you through it. I even imagined keeping you, like a friend, sort of." Her expression hardened. "But we need certain information and you're just not playing. I said I wouldn't use pain on you. I promised, but now that is going to have to be a lie. And you will hate me." She bit her lip. "I'm not going to help with your withdrawal. Unless you help me. No more jolts. Your going to lie here, begging for contact, just normal contact, while your body comes to grip with the fact that it's over."

"Withdrawal; it's painful," she spoke as if from memory. "It's lonely. I'm sorry."


Q&A



I had won, and she knew it. The withdrawal would hurt, and maybe they could hook me again, and make me go through it a couple of times before my month was up, but they had reached the limit of what they were prepared to do to me. I had won, not betrayed my oath. Kept my honour. How I wished I were weaker.

[NO.]

"No more. Not even talk" Spikey replied, but then continued herself "It was fun though, You were funny. The things you said. Damn you said some sick things. I almost wet myself. Damn you have a sick mind, Jane."

[I AM NOT JANE, CUNT]

Spikey's mouth dropped. So did mine. I hadn't said that.

[BUT I KNOW EVERYTHING THAT JANE KNOWS]

[FOR EXAMPLE. YOUR FIRST QUESTION. SHE IS A VIRGIN. SHE HAS NEVER BEEN TOUCHED. NO ONE WOULD EVER TOUCH HER. EXCEPT YOU. SHE LIKED THAT.]

Where were those words coming from? It had to be a trick. So I had never been touched like Spikey had touched me. They could have guessed. It was obvious. Someone was typing those words in from somewhere.

"This is a good game," spike laughed. "Now tell me something I don't know, Jane."

[I AM NOT JANE. BUT I KNOW HER.]

After a pause Spikey obviously decided to play along. "Then what is Jane's login."

[HER LOGIN IS 2FINGER] How did they know that?

Spikey found a laptop and typed something in. "Truth.... You are speaking truth now. What's the password?"

I struggled in my bonds slamming my head from side to side, as if I could shake the other off me.

[THE FIRST DIGIT IS NINE..]

Not Fair! I howled (mutely) and writhed in my bonds as if Spikey had me under the electrodes again.

[REMEMBER HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE WAS WRITHING IN YOUR MACHINE. COMPLETELY AT YOUR MERCY. SHE WANTS YOU TO DO IT AGAIN.]

I shook my head vigorously, even though I was lying. Yes, I wanted her to do it again, and more, but I wasn't going to tell her anything.

[THE SECOND DIGIT IS SEVEN. TRIPLE ZERO..] I screamed in anger, betrayal. Trying to blot out the digits appearing in the terminal.

[THREE, SIX, NINE]. There was a pause. [SHE CHOSE THE LAST TWO DIGITS HERSELF]. Somehow, even through the slave-collar, I managed to emit a thin drawn out squeak. Not Fair!

Spikey was into my personal files. My diary. She browsed.

[SHE WRITES PORNOGRAPHY TOO. LOOK UNDER 'REVIEW ANALYSIS NOTES'] I almost blacked out through shame. Spikey pressed a few keys and scrolled through page after page after page. She read the whole thing while I had to watch.

Finally she finished, closed the laptop and stretched. "I'm not after personal stuff.." Oh yeah?? "How do I log on to the org's database."

[INTERROGATE HER AGAIN.]

"What?!! ha! Now I get it. You just want more juice. Good try but no Juice."

[I AM NOT JANE] [I'LL TELL YOU WHAT TO DO TO HER. WHAT SHE WANTS. I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO MAKE HER SQUEAL.]

"I don't believe you. Jane is too strong. Jane won't say anything." Hearing Spikey say it made me proud. Like Spikey was taking my side against the other.

[I KNOW. BUT SHE CAN SQUEAL. AND SQUEAL AND SQUEAL AND SQUEAL. YOU REMEMBER HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE WAS, WRITHING AND ARCHING HER BACK, PANTING AND MOANING AFTER EACH TIME. MAKE HER SQUEAL AND I WILL TELL YOU THINGS ABOUT HER.]

"Tell us how to get into the Org's database."

[I DIDN'T SAY IT WOULD BE EASY, FUCKER.]

"So what do you want me to do to you?"

[TO HER. CONSIDER ME A VERY PARTIAL OBSERVER. TO FIND OUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT, IT COULD TAKE DAYS. BUT WE HAVE DAYS DON'T WE. WEEKS. START BY ASKING LITTLE THINGS. SNEAKY THINGS. LIKE BEFORE. FIRST THING I WANT YOU TO DO: TURN DOWN HER COLLAR VOLTAGE A BIT. SO SHE CAN MAKE SOME NOISE IF SHE REALLY TRIES.]

[DID YOU KNOW SHE IS TICKLISH? VERY. SHE LIKES TO STROKE HER BELLY AT NIGHT, FEEL THE MUSCLES SHIVER, PRETEND IT IS SOMEONE ELSE. HOLDING HER DOWN AND STROKING HER. SHE ALSO LIKES SURPRISES. TURN THE SCREEN AWAY FROM HER.] 

They took me out of the chair. I struggled, but they put slaver collars around my upper arms and thighs so that my limbs flopped loosely. The same scene was in my porn. The gang-rape scene. They placed me spread-eagled, on my belly, on some furs. Two of them took a foot each and began to stroke and tease. They were enjoying this game. I was the one chewing the fur and moaning, grasping the fur with my feeble fingers as my toes clenched and unclenched, unable to escape their nimble fingers. Their fingernails delicately raked the arches of my feet, sometimes the hollow behind my knee, or simply stroked from ankle to knee.

These two hadn't read the porn. They were wearing earplugs and listening to speech synthesized from the text, telling them how to make me squeal. I was overcome already and they hadn't even trespassed above the knee. Hadn't asked any questions. 

Spiky hadn't touched me yet. She was just savouring my predicament. She was crouched at my head, her face only inches from mine. Her eyes glowed as she watched me squirm, like this was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She asked me questions. I couldn't answer. I could tell someone was answering her though.

Spikey kneaded the knotted muscles of my neck and shoulders, stretching forward down to my waist as the two worked up my thighs, stroking, kneading, nipping with their teeth. One vanished as the other spread my buttocks, tongue darting and teasing. The other returned and they rolled me over onto my back. She had a chrome probe in her mouth to warm it, holding it in one hand like a popsicle as they explored my body between them.

They pushed one of my feet up past my head, where Spiky held it stretching me wide open. "Tell me where she wants to be touched" Spiky whispered in my ear. I felt the chrome probe stroking from vagina to anus. eni-meani-myni-mo. I knew which it would be. I felt it ease slowly into my arse. In and out, finally held there by the light pressure of a palm. Fingers lightly explored my pubic hair.

Keeping the probe there they rolled me onto my front. Gloved hands pulled my butt up, now on my stomach puppy-dog style, and a pelvis was ground into mine, pushing the chrome probe a little deeper inside me, a fake phallus easing in and out, as the wire hung down between my legs. Spikey slipped her legs beneath me as my shoulders were pulled back in a policeman's hold by the girl who penetrated me from behind. My spine was arched back but my head was thrust forward and I was forced to watch from between my out-thrust breasts as she pulled on chromed latex gloves. Now her hands looked like liquid metal and every inch conducted pleasure. I tried to pull back but had no strength in my arms or thighs, my back was arched like a bow and struggling only drove me more firmly onto the chrome probe, and the pelvis of the girl who held me so taut and exposed.

I was sure Spikey would zap my nipples first. I am sure that was her impulse but the voice instructing her knew me intimately. She splayed her fingers on my taut belly and current arced through me, unstoppable tendrils of ecstasy from the probe in my arse to where her fingers gripped the muscles of my stomach. I keened in unbearable pleasure, thighs spasming, as she explored my body with her hands. My butt, my waist, up my sides to my armpits and finally flowing like molten metal to envelop my breasts, tease my aureole with two circling fingers as I fought and begged. Then just the nipples, each rolled between thumb and forefinger as she interrogated me. This lasted almost long enough that I reached a plateau. The sensation was pleasure beyond bearing, unbearable triple ice stars where the chrome held me, penetrated me, shaped me.

Then they would start again. A different scenario from my porn. Some mock violent some mock civilized, until I was nothing but a joyous whimpering writhing animal skewered on Spikey's finger, unable to play any other roll.

"Enough!" She finally called. There was a pause as the terminal argued with her. It had many more scenarios to play, many more secrets to trade. I shook my head feebly. "Tomorrow" I heard her say before I fainted.

I woke, or dreamed I woke several times that night. I was floating entangled with one of the girls in one of the zero-gee bunks. She was gently massaging my cunt through the cloth as she held me, held the blanket around us, and whispering that she thought she loved me. It was not Spikey nor the girl who had ground the electrified probe into my arsehole and cunt. I guessed it was the third one. The one who hadn't done much except hold me and lick my arse once. I barely remembered her. "That's sad," I murmured. Her hold of me weakened. Like a child, slipping, I griped tighter. She gripped me back, then resumed the slow massage till I fell asleep again.

***

When I woke, I found I had lost my voice. The day before seemed distant and impossible though I was sore enough. All the muscles in my torso ached. My hands were cuffed behind me when I woke, dragged out of sleep, out of the zero-gee bunk and onto the hard floor. My legs had plenty of strength but I couldn't stop from folding in the middle so they had to support me. 'They' were the girl from last night and the girl with the probe. They called each other curly and mo'. Mo was the gentle one who slept with me. She was bald but for a straggly-thick mohawk. Curly was totally shaved, so I don't know what she was named for.

I was wearing pajama bottoms and an unbuttoned pajama top. Also the slaver collar and the cuffs. They escorted me down the corridors. They were taking me back to the medical bay. I fought at the door but I was spent. I stumbled to my knees on the fur rug, collapsed onto my face immediately. The soft fur against my cheeks made me remember yesterday and I whimpered helplessly. I had to make them understand. I would tell them anything. I was terrified of the vague dream of a voice that knew everything about me, that had manipulated them into doing things to me, everything it wanted. Things that made me squeal and whimper for more.

"So how is my dirty talker?" It was Spikey. Strong, dominant, wise, beautiful. She would understand. If only I had not lost my voice. 

I began speaking before I knew I was speaking. My lips began moving all by themselves.

"She likes you. She wants you to know her inside and out!"

I could not stop the words coming out. It wasn't me speaking. It was the voice from last night now blabbing my most personal secrets out loud.

"She wants your weight like a blanket while your fingers.."

I struggled and kicked like a lunatic in my panic but the voice went on. The puzzled crewgirls had to hold me down. "Make her squeal. I have lots more to tell you. Lots of things to try."

Spikey spoke angrily but I knew it was to cover her growing consternation. "No more treatment girl. Get over it. We got what we needed from you last night. While you were sleeping it off we were making sure. No more juice, ever. No more interrogation. Pull yourself together."

The words relieved me but drove the voice into a frenzy. "YOU CUNT! YOU LIED. YOU TRICKED ME!" I could almost laugh at it's helpless rage as it wore out my vocal cords with imaginative threats and pleas. The crewgirls were not laughing though. The openmouthed expression on Spikey's face was hilarious. I began to giggle. I could because it was mainly in the lungs I think. The voice came out as chokes and gargles as we tried to shout and giggle at the same time. We sounded ridiculous and insane. That made me laugh more.

Someone shot something into my arm and I slept.

***

I think I was awake a long time before I realized I was awake, just floating there in a zero-g bunk in the dark. In my dreams I had been doing nothing in particular but sucking a thumb, and enjoying it as much as sex. In my dream I was curled foetally around the unreal pleasure in my lips as one might cup a hand around a candle flame. This was no dream.

It was not my thumb in my mouth. It was something like an electric baby's pacifier stimulating my lips whenever I sucked, and my thumb was hooked around the ring. I made to pull the pacifier from my reluctant lips when a voice and a finger stopped me.

"Wait, Jane."

It was Spikey, sitting in the dark with me. Not so dark now that my eyes were open. She was sitting on a chair pulled up to the bunk and she had a finger to my lips.

"Leave that pacifier in for the moment. I've got stuff to say."

I looked at her a moment, still sucking mechanically on that thing, then shrugged and rose into an "I'm listening" posture.

"Firstly," she began, "when you pull it out you are probably going to start spouting obscenities again, and scare yourself silly."

Yes. On some level I knew this already. I nodded to say I understood.

"You don't need to be afraid of the voice. I can explain what has happened to you. There is no one else in your skull. Just you. You always had that voice, whispering away in there, telling you to seek pleasure. It is just one of your many subconscious advisors. An important one that you cannot do without. It can't want differently from what you want. It has always been in charge of telling you what you want, and still is. Just think of it as a sort of tourette's syndrome. Thoughts that are not meant to be voiced short-circuited straight into your speach-centre. "

I saw a notepad by her chair and realized she had brought it for me. I demanded it with a gesture and scribbled in block letters: "FIX ME!"

Spikey looked at the notepad much longer than it could have taken to read it. "The second thing I wanted to tell you. I am so, so sorry."

And she was. She really meant it.

"You will always be able to communicate via that notebook, or by using a keyboard. There is nothing progressive about your condition. But, the part of you that tells you what you want has extended itself into your speech centre. You are using those neurons for thinking now. We could prune your mind into a more conventional shape, but that is all we would be doing. Lobotomy."

I scribbled on the pad again. "What happens to me now?"

"We can't drop you off on a colony world. Not in your condition..." She didn't mention what the colonials would certainly do to me if they ever discovered I had worked for Reich police. "... and you will have been listed as a race traitor by the Reich authorities. We have voted on it. There wasn't a single dissenting vote. You are now an official member of the crew. Lowest possible rank of course.. " She continued on hurriedly " That's like being a citizen of your own country. You'll be as protected as any of us."

"WHAT IS LOWEST RANK?" I scrawled back.

"Um.." Spikey looked embarrassed. "Ships Pet, but.."

My mouth dropped. The dummy fell out. "BITCH. WHORE. Kill you for this!," I howled before I could get the plug back in and return to that obsessive sucking. I glowered at her to let her know I meant it.

"This isn't a Reich battleship," she protested. "We are all women here for starters," Like THAT had made a difference! "When I suggested it.."

I had my hands around her throat. I knew that she was stronger but scribbling a vicious note just wasn't enough right then. The conversation did not continue until she had me pinned to the floor in some sort of wrestling hold.

"Look. What do you expect? Fire control? This ship is really too small to justify the position but we used to rotate it between the fresher crewgirls. I was it for a couple of months when I joined. There is a lot of hierarchy on a star-ship. Being the one person at the absolute bottom, it sort of makes you special. Believe me."

If Spikey had done it then somehow it couldn't be the job I thought it was. She felt me relax and released me. She tapped a key on my notebook to bring up the contract and took me through it. "The only commands you absolutely have to obey, from anyone, are follow and sit. Informally, you do anything they ask and they don't ask anything that you won't do. It's not a full time job by any means. Still an important one."

She held me as I read and reread the contract, sucking thoughtfully on the dummy. I didn't have any real choice. I trusted Spikey with every thing I had, which wasn't much, so I would trust her about the rest of the crew. Finally I thumbprinted the contract and signed it with an A for Anna, my first name. Spikey added her thumbprint by mine and added a Q for 'spiQ'. All along I had guessed her name almost exactly right. Q, and A.

"I know you have brains. You will learn other duties in time. For now I suggest you take the time to rest, and learn the ship. Not just the engines but the crew."

For a few minutes we just held each other. I didn't know what was next, but I didn't want to be alone yet. I felt that the moment Spikey left some stranger would enter and say "Anna Jane, follow". She wasn't finished yet though.

"The medical officer tells me there is a good chance the condition will reverse itself in time. You will have to let it talk though, so your speech skills don't atrophy. You'd end up with some sort of oral fixation anyway, if you kept using that thing."

Spikey held out her hand for the pacifier. I didn't want to give it to her. Not just because it felt good. The voice would start telling her everything I felt. I would be so ashamed.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Anna Jane. I do. Because here I am looking at you and thinking how exciting it will be to own a girl who cannot lie, cannot obscure her feelings. That is the sort of thing I might blurt out if I had your condition. I might tell you that I would do it again for the information we needed. That part of me would enjoy it as much even knowing the result. Especially. Or that I would have tortured and killed you to get that information, if it had been the only way to save my crew. I have reason to be ashamed."

"Anna Jane, I interrogated you for hours. I know you better than you know yourself. Everyone on the ship has probably viewed the Full Channel feed of your interrogation by now. 48 hours ago you were a Reich agent they wanted to flush out the airlock. Now half the couples have disappeared off into their cabins, and half the unpaired are writing love letters to you explaining why they think you might be their soulmate. You have a shipboard dropbox already, you know. Anna, you don't have any shameful secrets left. Turns out you never had any at all."

Spikey had been holding out her hand all this time. Maybe she really didn't know. Maybe I wanted her to know anyway. Finally I spat the dummy. Not into her hand but onto the floor where it couldn't be retrieved immediately, by her or I. I faced her defiantly.

"Stupid. Stupid Cunt. Hate you so much. You talk so fine and still she waits here. Roll her over and fuck her. Make her love you. Use it all against her. She would. put YOU in that machine and watch YOU holler. You would, And would and would and would. Blanket her with your weight and claim her with a finger. Make it forever."

My voice ran on and on but Spikey hadn't reacted yet, even as tears of shame rolled down my cheek. Had she really not known or was she rejecting me after all she had said?

She started to laugh at me. I needed not to care. Failed. My hand slipped up to stop the words in my mouth, suddenly filthy.

Spikey's hand caught mine. She was smiling. "I love listening to your voice. I really do love it Anna Jane. I could lie beside you and listen to it for hours."

"But," she continued. "It just struck me. You're pretty much a virgin. You haven't done any of these things. You are just imagining things you think you would like but don't know. But I know secrets about you that you don't even have the words for."

***

So she made love to me. It was better than anything I had imagined, and while it lasted all my voice could think to say was please and thank you and do that again.



Q&A



Eight years ago Tom and I joined a private swingers club. They had about 150 members, mostly couples but also had some singles. Once a month they would spotlight either one male or one female member and post the questions and answers in a flyer they would send out to everyone. The questions were usually always very direct and the answers were always very open and very candied.

So, Tom thought it would be a good idea for me to place the interview I did when they spotlighted me here so everyone would know a little more about me. I will also include some notes in prentices about what was being said and done between me and the interviewer during the interview that wasn't posted in the flyer.

A man named Sam called the night before the interview and told me he would like to do it the next day if I was going to be available around 10 AM and would that be OK, I told him it sounded great for me. It just so happen that Tom was also coming home the next day, he had been out of town for the past two weeks on a job and I was super horny and was in need of a good fucking. I had been trying to wait, not even using any of my assorted toys to fill my needs till he got home so we could have a really intense fuck... but I was wearing thin! I called Tom after I hung up with Sam and told him about the interview.

The next morning Sam got to our house an hour early and I still wasn't dressed... in fact I had just got out of the shower and put on my short silk gold colored robe that only went a few inches below my pussy and was brushing my hair and lightly playing with my clit thinking about Tom's beautiful cock and how he was going to be fucking me with it very soon when Sam rang the bell. I answered the door and he introduced himself as Sam... he was a tall, well built black guy, very well dressed and seamed to be very well educated. I had seen him around the club but had never got a chance to speak to him. I apologized for not being ready and told him if he would give me about 20 minutes I could get more presentable. He then apologized for being early and told me that I looked great like I was and he would rather me be as comfortable as I could and that I was welcome to just stay as I am if I wanted to. He told me his wife usually accompanied him on the interviews but she couldn't make it that day.

I invited him in and told him we could do it in the downstairs den where we could be comfortable. I escorted him down to the den and asked him to have a seat... I sat down in the middle of the couch and folded my legs under me. He sat down right next to me and took his pen and pad out of his brief case and started the interview by asking me to be very honest and very open with my answers and try to relax.

Q; "Janet, could you describe yourself?"

A; "I am 5-8, 120 pounds, long black hair and 36 DD breast, half dollar size nipples that are always hard and with just a small patch of black hair over my pussy, the rest is shaven. I am bisexual and I am a nudist."

(Sam then said, "I figured your breast size was about that but I couldn't be sure because of the robe.") 

(I smiled and said, "Would you like to see them?")

(He laughed out loud and said, "I would be a fool if I said no!" I opened my robe exposing myself to him and just left the robe open. He complemented me on my breast and the rest of my body and I noticed he was starting to sport a nice size tent in his pants.)

Q; "So Janet, how long have you been swinging?"

A; "About 13 years now on and off."

(He then said, "You must really enjoy it then!") 

(I laughed and said, "Very much so, I love sex!")

Q; "Janet, if you had to make a guess... how many different men would you say you have had sex with?"

A; "Wow... your going to make me think for this, (Laughing) I would have to say it would be close to two hundred... but that's not including guys that I only gave a blow job or a hand job to."

Q; "And how many women would you say you have had sex with?"

A; "I would have to say approximately seventy to eighty."

Q; "How did you get started swinging?"

A; "Well at the time I was in college during the day and at night I was working as a waitress in a topless gentleman's club. A regular customer of mine and his wife offered me $400.00 to be in a privately made amateur porn movie that he and his wife wanted to make for their private collection and being curious and very turned on about the idea of group sex, I jumped at the offer to join him and his wife and another guy, I was told... turns out when I got there it was him, his wife and six guys. Tom was one of the guys, which was the first time we had met. I hesitated about the whole thing at first because I had not planned on letting all those guys fuck me but when I started thinking about it my pussy got instantly soaked and I was about to agree to go ahead with it when he offered me another $150.00 to participate and do everything asked of me which turned out to be my first gang bang at the end of the film." 

Q; "Did you feel any remorse for doing a gang bang and letting it be filmed?"

A; "No, not at all... up until then that was the most exciting sexual adventure I had ever had... I loved being the center of all that attention and cum."

Q; "How many gang bangs have you been in?"

A; "6 total with 3 or more guys."

(He then said, "As good as you look, I wished I could have been in one of them!") 

(I said, "Well, we should try to plan another one soon." He smiled and said he would be looking forward to it.)

Q; "What are the most guys you have been with in a gang bang?"

A; "Eleven... they fucked me non stop for six and a half hours till I passed out from exhaustion."

Q; "Eleven... WOW! How did that come about?"

A; "It was the night before Tom and myself seventh wedding anniversary. He took me out to dinner in the restaurant of a big upscale hotel and after dinner he told me he had gotten us a suite for the night and said he wanted to take me upstairs for a good hard fucking. When we got to the suite we went inside and he took me straight down the hall to the bedroom. When he opened the door I almost fainted... there were ten nude guys there watching porn movies and stroking there cocks. Tom whispered in my ear he was going to go get the bag he had packed for us out of the car and would be back shortly. He then said to all the guys, here is our entrainment for the night... no holes barred. He then pushed me on inside the room and closed the door and left. Most of the guys I already knew but some I had never seen before. I was instantly surrounded by all the guys, they were pulling at my cloths and in a matter seconds they had stripped me naked and pulling me to the bed. By the time Tom got back I had a cock in my mouth, one in each hand, one in my pussy and one in my ass. It went on like that for the first few hours then they started just taking turns... mostly just two guys at a time with each guy using me any way they wanted. I was thoroughly and completely fucked out of my senses that night. Tom told me the next day that a few of the guys even fucked me after I had passed out. I was barely able to walk the next day... when we got home I had to lay in the bed most of the day... my pussy felt like raw meat it was so sore.

Q; "What is your favorite position?"

A; "Doggy style... I love being taken from behind while I give another guy head or lick another woman's pussy."

Q; "Do you do anal?"

A; "Yes, but only if the guy's cock is under 8 inches and not very thick... anything more than 8 inches tends to hurt. Tom is the only exception... he gets anything he wants."

Q; "Do you prefer condoms or the natural feel of a man?"

A; "Personally... I hate condoms, I have never been able to cum with a guy wearing a condom unless I play with my clit while he is fucking me. I have a problem with my ovaries that has prevented me from becoming pregnant. Being that as it may I have grown to love the natural feel of a man's cock pumping away inside of me and to feel his cum shooting deep into me... plainly speaking, I love to fuck and I hate condoms! Most of the time we leave it up to our partners as to what they prefer and would be comfortable with."

(I asked him if he would like a something to drink and he said some ice water would be great. As I stood to go to the kitchen I smiled and winked at him and told him sense I am being as comfortable as I can be he was more than welcome to be comfortable also if he wanted. When I came back down stairs he was sitting in the middle of the couch... nude, with just his pad of paper lying in his lap covering his cock.) 

(I handed him the glass of water and asked if he was more comfortable and at the same time I pulled my robe off my shoulders and tossed it onto the recliner. I turned to face him standing before him totally naked as he said he was much more comfortable. I sat back down next to him but only put one leg under me and left the other foot on the floor which left my legs slightly parted giving him a pretty good view of my now dripping wet pussy. I placed my left arm onto the back of the couch so that my hand was resting on his shoulder and my left tit and nipple would rub his arm. He then moved the pad and that's when I saw his semi hard cock... it looked to be 12 inches long when hard and was nice and thick just like I like them. I was in total lust and couldn't wait for him to fuck me with it!)

Q; "Are you into interracial sex?"

A; "Very much so... it is very erotic to me to have sex with a black guy... they usually are not in a hurry and are very eager to please and they usually have what I love the most... a huge cock!"

(He smiled really big and said that was good to know.)

Q; "What is the biggest cock you have ever had sex with?"

A; "14 inches long and 6 inches thick is the largest." 

Q; "Were you able to take all of it and did you enjoy it?"

A; "No, I got all but 2 inches into me and yes... that was the first cock that I had ever had multiple orgasms with."

(As I answered I placed my right hand on his upper thigh with my fingers right next to his cock.)

Q; "Are you also into younger men?"

A; (Smiling) "Sometimes... depends on the situation mostly."

(Sam then reached over and placed his hand on my inner thigh about 2 inches below my pussy.)

Q; "What the youngest guy you have had sex with sense you started swinging?"

A; "Tom and I have a limit of 21, but a 19 year old did slip thru once... he is the youngest."

(Sam slid his hand up to my pussy and his little finger grazed my clit and then slid it back to where it was.)

Q; "Would you feel comfortable sharing that experience?"

A; "Well about 2 years ago, Tom and I took a vacation to a nudist resort. Now Tom gets very turned on when he watches me have sex with other men... he also loves to fuck me right after another guy has came inside of me. He had been saying sense we had arrived about wanting to watch another guy fuck me while I told him how it feels and was very strong willed about having it done and I was all for it... it is really very exciting to do that for him and I love dirty talk while I am being fucked. 

The second day we were there we had gone down to the lake... mostly for me to get some sun and Tom to see if there were any likely candidates there he wanted to watch fuck me. There weren't many guys there so after a while, Tom and I had gone in for a swim where he played with my pussy under the water for about twenty minutes bringing me to the brink of cumming and backing off which got me very hot and I was wanting to fuck really badly. 

We were on the way back to the blanket when Tom got to talking to this guy walking down the beach. I went on up and laid down and after a while Tom and his new friend came up and sat down with one on either side of me. They talked over me about fishing and sports and several different things for the best part of an hour. Tom commented that he bet he gets laid a lot hanging out here... the guy just laughed and said he wished. After a few more minutes he said he was going to go take a dip and cool off and said he would be back in a few minutes. 

As he walked away toward the water and Tom laid back next to me and asked if what I thought of the guy. I said he seamed nice and asked why, is he the one he wanted to watch fuck me. I leaned up on my elbows and looked him in the eye for a couple of seconds and he nodded his head yes so I smiled and said... OK! As horny as I was from Tom's pussy playing, I was more than ready to be fucked. 

So when he came back I was sitting up and cross legged on the blanket and the guy sat back down where he had been sitting before beside me. Tom asked him if he wanted to go back to our cabin with us for a while. He acted unsure about how to answer and Tom leaned over and said in a low voice that he wanted to watch him and I have sex. The guy looked at me with his eye brows raised for a second and I placed my hand on his inner thigh close to his cock and smiled and winked at him and silently mouthed the words FUCK ME. He readily agreed so we went back to our cabin. 

As soon as we were inside I took the guys cock in my hand and lead him to the bed. With his growing cock still in my hand I leaned up and kissed him very passionately and said I hope he enjoyed himself and told him to sit on the side of the bed where I got on my knees in front of him. Tom sat in a chair at the end of the bed and started to masturbate while first watching me give the guy a nice slow blowjob and then watching me lay on my back and the guy get between my legs and I guided his cock into me while I described how good it felt to Tom. 

As soon as he came inside of me and pulled out of my pussy Tom got between my legs and was fucking me while I watched the guy sitting in the chair and stroking his cock back to hard and watching us. Just before Tom came in me he asked me if I wanted the guy to fuck me again. I looked in the guys eyes and said yes, that I did want to fuck him. Tom then asked the guy if he wanted to fuck me again and he answered with a big HELL YES. I got on my hands and knees on the bed facing Tom and the guy got behind me and started fucking me really good from behind. 

About half way thru it he commented that he had to be the luckiest 19 year-old in the world. I looked at Tom and his eyes met mine... he smiled and stood and came over to me and put his cock into my mouth. I don't know if it was just the thought of it or what... I started having a huge orgasm and he filled my pussy with his cum. We both would have sworn him to be at least 21 or we wouldn't have done it."

(By now Sam's cock was almost fully hard and my pussy was soaking wet!)

Q; "Did he make you cum more than once?"

A; "Yes... several times. He was really a great fuck!"

Q; "Did you make him leave after you both came the last time?"

A; "No... he and Tom fucked me the rest of the afternoon sometimes taking turns and sometimes both at the same time."

Q; "So, you like to be watched when you have sex?"

A; "Yes, it is an incredible turn on."

Q; "Are you into orgies?"

A; "Oh Hell yes, I love them... we went to a house party just a couple of months ago that turned into a big orgy. There were about 10 couples and several single males and females there. I am the kind of person that if I am going down on someone in an orgy and someone gets behind me... I don't care who it is. Like during the last one, I was going down on another woman and I know I was fucked by four different cocks and I never once looked to see who the owners were.

("Damn... I wish one of those cocks had of been mine that fucked your pussy!" Sam said.) 

(I reached over and took hold of his hard black cock and used my thumb to smear the pre cum all around the head of it and said, "Well, you could fuck me with it now.")

(Sam smiled and put his hand between my legs and inserted a finger into my cunt, pulled it out and rubbed my clit and said, "Oh I am going to fuck you with it baby... right after this interview!")

Q; "Are you into oral sex?"

A; "Yes very much so, giving and receiving... I have been told I am very good at sucking cock."

(Sam smiled as I squeezed his cock and said, "I can't wait to find out for myself!") 

("Then why wait?" I said as I leaned down and took the head of his thick hard cock into my mouth. I then moved around in front of him and got on my knees and began licking his shaft.)

Q; "Do you swallow if a guy cum's in your mouth?"

A; "Yes, I love the taste cum, but usually guys want to either shoot it on my face or on my tits."

Q; "Where do you prefer a guy to shoot his cum?"

A; "As deep in my pussy as his cock can go... no better feeling in the world than feeling a guy shoot cum inside me."

"OHHHHH FUCK that feels good!" Sam exclaimed as stroked his cock and kissed and licked his ball sack.

I licked up the shaft of his hard cock and slowly sucked the head for a minute and pulled it from my mouth and looked up at him and said, "Tom will be home to fuck me in a few hours... when he slides his cock into my pussy... it will be a huge turn on for him if it's full of your cum! Sam... will you fuck me... will you cum in me Sam!"

All Sam could do as I rolled my tongue over the head of his hard cock was to nod his head in approval. I stood up and straddled him taking his cock in my right hand and guided it to the opening of my pussy and slowly eased down onto it. My pussy was so wet I was able to take over half of it right off. 

"SHIT BABY... your cunt feels great!" Sam growled as I started to slowly slide up and down his huge black pole. I leaned forward and he took one of my big nipples into his mouth and started to suck on it. I was now taking all of his cock into my pussy and I was feeling a tremendous orgasm building within me. 

When I started to cum I threw my head back and moaned loudly, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME... I'm FUCKING CUMMING ON YOU!" Sam was squeezing my right tit with his left hand and sucking my nipple and with his right hand he started squeezing my ass and pulling me down on to him. He then pushed his index finger into my asshole slowly... it drove me wild! "OH SHIT BABY... YES... finger-fuck my ass baby!" I moaned as I grinded my pussy down onto his big cock. Sam then lifted me and laid me onto the couch on my back... his cock never leaving my pussy and his finger never leaving my ass. He started hammering his huge cock into me hard and fast. 

"GODDAMN BABY... you got a hot little pussy... you like my prick in your pussy don't you baby? SHIT... I got your titties bouncing baby! Fuck my cock slut! FUCK ME BITCH!" Sam growled at me as he slammed his cock deep into my pussy. 

"YES... I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK FUCKING ME! Fuck my pussy Sam... I'm your slut baby... I'm a whore for your huge dick baby... FUCK ME!" I screamed as I was experiencing another large orgasm. I then felt what I had needed to feel in me...a huge rush of his hot cum shooting deep inside me. I moved my hips slowly up and down milking his cock of every drop of his cum. We them laid still for several minutes kissing passionately.

After our orgasm's had subsided he pulled his cock from my pussy and his finger from my ass and sat back against the arm of the couch. I clinched my pussy muscles trying to hold his cum inside of me and sat up and leaned forward and began cleaning his cock with my tongue. 

"Baby, you keep that up I am going to have to fuck you again." Sam said.

"You can fuck me all you want!" I said just before taking half the length of his cock down my throat.

I can't baby... I have really got to run... But I would love to get together with you and your husband and my wife this weekend." Sam said.

We agreed on getting together Saturday for a hot foursome and he dressed and thanked me for a hot morning fuck while kissing me and left. 




Q&A



Tom got home about forty minutes later... I was lying on the couch still naked.

He smiled and said, "Well, from the looks of it the interview went pretty good."

I laughed and said, "Why don't you judge for yourself!" I turned to my back and opened my legs and a huge glob of Sam's cum oozed out of my pussy and down the crack of my ass. Tom didn't say a word... he stripped his cloths off and got between my legs and swirled his cock thru the puddle of cum and up to my pussy and slid into me and started to pump slowly while looking into my eyes.

"Does he have a big cock?"

"Yes... he has a huge fucking black cock!"

"Did you like how he fucked you?"

"Yes baby... he fucked my pussy so good... he used me like a whore and I fucking loved it! He even finger fucked my ass while he fucked me!"

"When do I get to watch him fuck you?"

"This weekend... he is bringing his wife with him."

"Do you want to fuck him again?"

"YES, OH FUCK YES I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME.... SHIT I WANT YOU TO WATCH HIM FUCK ME LIKE A SLUT... LIKE A FUCKING WHORE! OH GOD TOM, FUCK ME BABY... FUCKKKKKK MEEEEEE!"

I then arched my back and started cumming all over his beautiful cock.

Tom moaned and shot a big load of cum into me. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him to me and started kissing him deeply and said, "I am so glad your home!"



Q&A Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Tar-Baby

Little black Satin Heart wasn't named for her skin. Satin's skin was white as snow. Her eyes were wells of black that sucked you in like gravity. 

And everywhere that Satin went mayhem was sure to ensue. She had promised herself that. Satin enjoyed killing people; but only bad people; only psykers; wolves in human skins. It was her job. Right at that instant Satin was enjoying being dead.

It's peaceful, she thought, unconsciously grinding her pelvis into that lapping warmth, that lashing tongue whose implications had not yet dawned on her.

If I am dead, why does this feel so heavenly sweet? Satin Heart had never expected heaven. She hoped for blackness, nothing more.

Why am I so sure I am dead?

The end: Actinic fire blossoming at the needle tips of a dozen charge-guns pointed at her chest; fault of the psyker-scum pirates that had burst into her cabin as she clawed herself out of sleep, scrabbling for her gun; fault of the proximity alarm that she had ignored long seconds in her slumber; fault of the tedious off-world errand that had absolutely no opportunity of action, danger or death; never knowing that this was the time the Wolf would get her.

But had he finished with her? Could death be that easy? Was death far enough?

The weapons might have been set to stun. Then she would be alive, wouldn't she? That thought terrified her. She clung to her delusion a few desperate breaths longer.

Satin woke with a gasp in a darkened bunk-space. She couldn't move. She struggled against her bondage, had been even before she woke, bare skin against that strange slickness that touched every part of her; a sensation she could not yet place. It caressed her face too, everywhere but her lips and eyes.

Her eyes traveled down her shiny black-clad sides to where the strange material opened once more, and there was a psyker-girl licking Satin's baby bare cunt with a tar-black tongue.

Satin tried to scream but it all became tangled in a breathy moan. Breathe in then scream, girl! That simple plan was beyond her. The tar-black tongue would not stop. The sensation was cresting now, poised above her like a curling wave. She gained her voice just as she was crushed beneath its fury, and the lungful of air was spent announcing just how thoroughly she had been despoiled by the psyker girl.

Shuddering to silence.

Satin fixed her assailant with those eyes that had watched many a psyker die, waiting for her breath to calm enough for speech. "There is going to be an axe-man at the end of this tale", she told the psyker. "I bet your life on it."

The psyker girl blew some damp brown strands from her face, rolled her eyes as if she had heard it all before. She twisted to shout over a pale naked shoulder: "Hey ev-rybodeee, sheeeee's baaaack…"

A new shape leant over her, Dark carmel skin. Spikey black hair. Second in command, according to her collar studs. "And glad to be back, by the sound of it." 

Satin's mind was in turmoil, but she had the wits to bite her tongue and keep silent. She would get a chance to kill them, or she would not. If not… Precisely as her mind took that turning, she felt a hand placed on her trembling belly. "Name's Quill," said the second-in-command.

That was too much. "You don't talk to me!"

"We talk to you honey, you just don't listen." Quill said.

Laughter echoed back to her. Several women had gathered.

For a moment the proximity of all those psykers and half-breeds almost drove Satin to hysteria, but she contained it by retreating within herself. The strange black material helped somehow. She felt insulated by it.

It clung to her like a second skin, Glossy black but too smooth to be latex. Smooth as wet tar but it wasn't wet.. Metal studs she recognized as CPUs dotted faint seams. Smart-cloth?

Satin recognized the material with a start. They had bound her in a tar-baby!

Reich Police used tar-babies to bind psykers. Satin had restrained a few that way herself, although she avoided the missions that involved bringing back a target alive. Perhaps the psykers thought this would shake her, some sort of psychological trick: treating her like this. They were wrong. Just as it kept psyker minds in, it could also keep psyker minds out. Satin often wore a jacket and mask of a similar material to keep them out of her head. When she was on missions. When she slept. That was part of the reason they called her 'Little Black'.

Behind her mask, Satin smirked. Score one to me, she thought. Cocooned in that material she felt irrationally safe. The illusion was enough for now. It let her think, and plan, surveying the outside world and sorting its' sensations into data dispassionately.

"Keep her warmed up." Said Quill. "I will inform the captain that our sleeping beauty has awoken."

"My tongue's tired," the girl with the tar black tongue complained once Quill had left. Another girl took her place, touching the tar-baby material around Satin's crotch briefly to instruct it to retreat further. Then the new girl began to kiss and lick. The long hair of her Mohawk brushed against Satin's newly naked belly.

It doesn't matter, Satin told herself desperately at this new assault. That's the dirtiest part of me. It's distant. It's right down there. They're not inside my mind and that's what matters. Satin preserved her distance. Even when the girl with the black tongue recovered enough to instruct the tar-baby to surrender one white breast to the cool air, and began to tease the nipple with her lips and teeth. The nipple puckered and hardened but she was still safe, observing from a remote place the strange things that people do.

Her arms were glued to her sides, quite literally. The tar-baby material had been instructed to fuse all the way down to her wrists. Her captors could change that in a second if they found a use for her arms. She had one or two herself but Satin doubted the pirates cared for her intentions.

Her hands flexed and clenched with each assault, fingers scrabbled ineffectually against the slick black of her thighs. Her legs were wrapped around the bunk. Tied, somehow. Satin tested the bonds. No good. She couldn't even throw off the rhythm of that girl's relentless tongue.

Concentrate on something else. Satin recognized the deep thrum of a U999 class Reich starship. A 'U-boat': old and discontinued but popular enough among pirates and traders that favored speed over cargo. At a quarter klick in length the U999 was about the smallest starship ever made. Starship. That meant there had to be a Displacer lurking on board somewhere, a Displacer psyker. Satin shivered.

Other than the two girls working on her, Satin could see one or two others watching, a couple sprawled together in sleep and one reading a comic in a overhead bunk. Some girl was muttering somewhere. Satin tried to ignore her tormentors enough to catch the words:

"She wants you to space the fucker. Pop Satin in the head and Flush the fucker out the airlock. She wants you to bind her up in Satin's place and lick her instead. She wants you to mess with her with ice cubes and stuff. She wants.."

The mutter sounded deranged. Satin twisted her head to see the source. The girl was sitting on a bunk between two others, and watching her distrustfully. Her shirt was half off and a pair of crew-girls were touching and stroking her. The girl was a pure-breed; Aryan with bleached short curls adding to the effect.

"She doesn't like Satin looking at her," the Aryan girl said, speaking of herself in the third person, apparently.

The two crew-girls ignored her mutter; nor did the center of their attention seem very ashamed by it. Some sort of affliction, Satin guessed. Then gasped as that damned tongue almost got to her again. Her tormentors were not distracted from their goal either.

The crew must all be used to the Aryan girls' condition. Maybe that was why she permitted their molestations. Back home she'd be spayed if the condition were genetic, a breeder if it was head trauma. Perhaps she preferred to be ships pet to a tribe of psykers.

Any sympathy Satin had for the pathetic girl died quickly at that thought. "Tell her from me," Satin hissed at the girl, "that when your precious psyker crew slip up and I get free, I'll choke that stinking race traitor on her own blood."

One of the two playing with the slave girl, a redhead with no obvious deformity, huffed in annoyance. "Anna Jane follow," she instructed, pulling the Aryan girl away by her shirttails. With obvious effort Anna quelled her inane mutter long enough to turn to Satin and speak a few laborious words.

"You've one solid redeeming feature, 'Satin'. You're a crazy fucked up psychotic bitch."

The redhead laughed as the three departed. "Your speech is getting better, Anna. Now we are going to take you back to my cabin and give you singing lessons." 

Anna was saying "Fucking bitch fucking bitch," violently as if she had spent all her control with that one sentence; but she was looking at the redhead coyly and her shoulders were relaxed as they stepped out of view. And Anna labeled Satin fucked up?

The face of the black-tongued girl intruded. "Don't mind Anna," she said. "We did that to her. Then we decided to keep her. You wouldn't be here with us if it weren't for her. So really you should be grateful."

For a moment there was an icy silence; should have been, but for the ceaseless licking of the Mohawk girl, the giggles of the diminishing audience of crew-girls; the scratchy sound as a bored crew-girl turned a page of her comic. It was hard to maintain an icy silence of one.

Satin just stared at her for a second. "What did you say?" (Lick, lick, went the girl with the Mohawk.)

"We did that thing to her head getting the information out. So we could identify. you and intercept your shuttle without blazing ions all over sol-system. My name's Toys, by the way."

Satin just stared. (It didn't slow what they were doing to her. That went on.)

"I guess you are not ready yet, but I really want to kiss you when you do that stare."

Satin felt a scream building up inside her, and this time she was not remotely in control. So she screamed and howled her throat hoarse. It didn't stop the girl with the Mohawk teasing her clit or even the black-tongued girl from grinning down at her as she traced that one exposed breast. It did help in one way. When she couldn't scream anymore she couldn't expose anymore of herself in front of her captors. She was contained once more. When next she came, she barely made a whimper.

***

The girl with the tar-black tongue was called 'Toys', Satin discovered. The source of her nickname was soon to be made apparent. Toys had a knack for invention. 

"Hey Satin, ever seen one of these before?" Toys was holding some sort of sick strap-on toy, squeezing lubricant from a tube onto each of the inward-facing chrome protuberances. Satin said nothing.

"No? That's because you never did much EVA. It's the plumbing double catheter for a gal's spacesuit. Let me show you how it attaches. Lift her butt up, Mo."

The girl with the Mohawk was stronger than she looked. And that wasn't a normal piece of spacesuit plumbing. No way would a working girl have something that big pushed up inside her all day.

"You may have noticed I've made some modifications," Toys was explaining as she eased the smaller probe into Satin's ass. The other she slid deep into Satin's vagina. Satin could not resist their entry regardless of how hard she clenched down. They were just too frictionless. A belt around her hips and another between her legs held both probes snuggly inside her. Toys instructed the Tar-baby to close over it by tracing a symbol on the material over Satin's belly. The only sign of what was hidden beneath was a circular plug where the lip of the vaginal probe exited, sealed on all sides by the Tar-baby.

"That's some grip you have, Satin," Toys was saying, examining some readings in a notepad. "You see, I can read it off here, along with your temperature, your pulse, etcetera. But that's not all." She touched a key, and Satin spasmed as pleasure racked her.

Toys straddled the convulsing Satin bound in the Tar-baby. "Relax. Relax and it will stop."

Satin forced her limbs to relax. Eventually the jolts and the spasms subsided. 

"See? When you grip down it delivers a neural shock. A pleasurable one. That's a low setting. It only threw you cause you struggled."

Calling it a neural shock was a strange piece of modesty. It had felt like nerve-tickler porn fast-forwarded into a blip. Tongues and hands and lips and then climax. Ticklers plugged into the head, not into your cunt. Dreams turn out easier to share than raw physical input. Satin wondered whom they had recorded that experience off.

Satin's first attempt to speak triggered the device again, just lightly, but enough to transform cold threat to embarrassing squeak. She relaxed, and began again more carefully. "Why?"

"Well for starters my tongue was getting tired." Toys laughed but said no more. Satin would not lower herself further by asking twice. It was a mistake to speak to the psykers at all. They were just playing games with her. Let them take their time with her. She had games to play too, and they only needed a couple of second's freedom.

"You're getting that look again," Toys laughed. "I don't think we'll be making any more progress today. You'll sleep better after you get some exercise." She pushed a key on the notepad again and Satin was inflicted with jolts of pleasure once more.

"Now it'll keep going until you're just too tired to squeeze down," Satin heard Toys say. It was true. The slightest tremor would trigger it now. Toys must have increased the sensitivity. Satin squirmed helplessly in her bondage. The constant stimulation made her skin super sensitive and even the almost frictionless touch of the tar-baby material against her breasts and thighs was driving her wild. 

They untied her ankles after a few minutes, but the spasms had sapped her control of her limbs. Toys lay down next to Satin, pulled her close so she could stroke Satin's side. The strange material transmitted the sensation of her fingernails through to Satin's flesh as if she were naked.

Only when the convulsions had exhausted her almost to the point of sleep was her response weak enough to escape further jolts. Toys was with her all the time, talking to her, stroking her. Even when she did sleep, it was punctuated by sudden blasts of pleasure. All her dreams were wetly erotic.

The wolf was still there, but he was always there in little black Satin Heart's dreams. Tonight he couldn't get close, though she couldn't run either. He would have to chew through an orgy of warm bodies to reach her in the dreams she had that night.

Morning came like the falling of an axe. "Mama!" Satin woke with a cry. She was still tangled in the arms of Toys and Mo'. For a moment Satin struggled wildly then came with a shudder, her face pressed to Mo's breast. Satin wept even as she tried to push her body closer. In the second of her wakening she was a wanton creature below the waist and a lost child above it. When she recovered she was so ashamed. She hadn't cried out for her mother in years.

"You'll feel better after breakfast," Toys said, stroking Satin's arm. The two of them pulled Satin from the bunk and helped her stand. Standing would have been a lot easier if they had turned that damned device off. The tension of each step triggered small spikes of pleasure down her legs and up her spine, with the promise of much worse if she exerted herself more.

It could have been worse. Satin's steps felt light. Three-quarters gravity. But three-quarters gravity was way below the top acceleration of a U999. No one was pursuing, then. They must already have displaced at least once since they captured her, and that meant the odds of rescue were very small indeed. Psyker ships might be obsolete compared to the knife edge technology of the Reich, but when psyker ships displaced it was almost as if they had never been.

The secret no doubt lay close at hand. Satin had no wish to learn it. Somewhere on this ship there was a Displacer psyker that Satin very much did not want to meet. It had been there when they displaced; While Satin had slept it had been there, bound to a warp rack, a pentangle of iron.

How long had Satin been unconscious? She shuddered as though someone had stepped on her grave or, just possibly, as if a Displacer's thoughts had brushed her defenseless form.

Satin dropped to her knees gasping as the device buried inside her triggered viciously, causing thighs to clench in senseless lust as her mind reeled in terror. It took some seconds for the spasms to subside.

"Gotta pee," Satin said, after it all. No point keeping quiet about that. They probably already knew. That damn device. She was hauled back to her feet and taken to the fresher next to the turbolift. If she expected a few seconds of privacy and her hands free she was to be disappointed. They just pulled a hose from a wall and clicked it into the disk between her legs. Warm water blasted into both ends, emptying her out. She didn't even feel her bladder loosen. After what seemed like the longest fifteen seconds of her life it was over. Cursing and swearing, her limbs turned to jelly, she was helped into the lift.

That lift ran the spine of the narrow ship, with the living quarters amongst the up-most levels, to be as far as possible from the engine rooms far below, and from it's various emanations: neutron hail and others distinctly less wholesome.

The mess hall was a short way off the lift a few levels down from where she had fitfully slept her first night.

Satin's entry into the mess hall only prompted some friendly catcalls from the girls there. Their familiarity ground at her, and confused her. She'd kill any one of them, first chance she got. Didn't they know that? She wouldn't hesitate a moment for fear of what they might do to her after. Whatever was coming was coming.

"As a special treat, and while you are good, you can eat with you hands free. Choose something from the menu."

Satin was sat down at a long bench, Toys and Mo bracketing her neatly. A menu was held before her and Satin scanned it quickly. "Steak and mash."

Several women cheered. Coins and bits of paper changed hands.

"Steak and mash? For breakfast? What ever can you be thinking," Toys asked with mock astonishment. "I forgot to mention. You're not getting a knife, or even a fork. Ever. So I suggest you get used to things you can eat with just your fingers and your teeth."

"Then peaches," Satin said.

A bowl of fruit salad was placed before her, and Toys traced a symbol on her back with a finger. The Tar-baby material retreated from Satin's face and hands, and her arms were freed from her sides. Satin spent a few seconds exploring her new freedom. She could kill with a well-placed blow too.

Something was wrong. She could move but not quickly. It wasn't just stiffness and it wasn't drugs. It took her a moment to realize it was the tar baby.

"Yeah," Toys said in response to her expression. "We didn't want to use anything on you that could detune significant portions of your nervous system, like a slaver collar. I redesigned the tar baby to restrict speed of movement. Keep your speed beneath a couple of feet per second and you won't even notice it is there. Otherwise it stiffens."

"Ok," Satin said. She started to eat slowly. Why didn't they want to affect her nervous system? No, that was a lie anyway. They did want to affect her nervous system. They had been affecting her nervous system all bloody night long. Keep her warmed up, Quill had said. That fucking monstrosity was still pushed up inside her. She was squeezing it almost without thinking now, like a baby sucking on a pacifier.




Q&A Ch. 02



What are you doing to me, she wanted to ask. She wouldn't, though. She knew they were setting her up. Taunting her to ask that exact question. It would come out weak. It would come out frightened. She couldn't.

What do you want me for? She could not bring herself to ask that either. Deep inside Satin knew, just knew, it would be something so obscene that even knowing it would rob her of the last of her courage. And they wanted her to ask.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the redhead girl from yesterday joined them. She was the one that had taken away the Aryan girl called Anna.

"Mind if I join in," Red was saying. Satin stared at her face to stop her eyes slipping down to the tomato sauce spattered knife on Red's tray. The sound of someone else entering the Mess behind her provided the opportunity. She pretended to twist to look, slipping her left hand across the table. "Why is Anna with Quill now," Satin asked as her fingers curled around the knife handle. Probably someone in the room had already seen her, but if she moved smooth enough they might stop to think. That would be all the time she needed. Turning back, she drove the knifepoint on a painfully slow line towards Toys' stomach.

"Hey!" Red protested. She was a bit too late. Toys shrieked as the knifepoint entered her. A dozen hands wrestled Satin to her back on the floor. It didn't matter now. Toys had stumbled to her feet, touching the large red streak on her bare midriff and looking confused. Finally she grinned shakily.

"You all right, Toys," asked Quill, who had in fact entered together with Anna. 

"Ketchup!" said Toys, with a nervous laugh. "Just a scratch. I think I am going to bruise though. Ha-happens when someone tries to push a bread knife into you."

"You still want the job? No shattered illusions?"

"No, no I still want it.." Toys straddled the spread-eagled, convulsing Satin on the floor. More quietly she told Satin "I think someone just lost her hands-free privileges though."

"I think you could do with a break," Quill said firmly, "And they're missing you down in engineering, Toys."

Toys looked like she would argue for a second then acquiesced. "I think I will take that suggestion. After breakfast. Ok?"

"Ok. But don't waste time getting below. I'm not changing sleeping arrangements on you or anything. That's the real job."

Toys grinned and nodded, looking relieved.

Quill moved off to begin her own breakfast. Anna sat with her. She wasn't muttering today. Satin saw her put a finger to a stud on her slaver collar, and whisper something to Quill. Satin guessed she used the collar to paralyze her vocal cords while she was eating, and to give herself a little peace and quiet also, no doubt.

"Pay attention!" Toys demanded. Springing up off Satin she sat down on the bench, crossed her legs and held out her hands like a little girl expecting a present. The other crew-girls prepared it for her. They forced Satin's arms behind her back, fused them there, and lifted her up onto Toys lap. Her legs they wrapped around around Toys' waist, ankles fused where they crossed.

"You going to be good?"

"That depends on what you enjoy," Satin said. She shoved her knee into Toys' bruised side as hard as her awkward position could allow. It wasn't Toys that screamed though. Satin had forgotten the cursed pleasure device.

When she recovered, she found her head practically bumping on the floor. A line of drool ran down her upside down face and into her ear. Two crew-girls had grabbed her before she had hit the ground and bashed her own head in. Her legs were still bound around Toys waist and the merest attempt to rise sent shudders up the taut muscles of her stomach.

Toys smirked down at her. "I would say we both enjoyed that. What else have you got?"

But Satin didn't have anything else. She did not resist as the two girls righted her once more. Even so, spasms shot up and down her limbs from involuntary tension. She still had not put food or liquids into her belly. Her mouth was very dry.

Toys pulled the tar-baby mask down over Satin's eyes, dropping her into a warm blackness. The material did not stretch but rather reformed into a new preset design. Cool air on her lips and now warm breath on her breasts proved the tar baby did not hide all of her.

"Open your mouth, Satin baby."

Did they really expect her to fall for that? Then again they could hurt her anyway. Any time they chose. If she refused now they could torture her with thirst and pretend they were giving her choice. Satin was tired of this game. She opened her mouth, waiting for some vileness. 

Cool peach flesh slipped onto her tongue. She found herself swallowing greedily and licking her lips for the last bit of moisture. Toys took obvious pleasure in feeding Satin like a baby. Satin had expected some form of punishment. Instead Toys was doting on her like a proud mother. From what Quill had said, Satin was in fact Toys' baby, her personal project.

Satin crushed each grape as Toys dropped them into her open mouth, easing her parched throat. She sucked on the dripping peach slices as Toys held them to her lips. Toys took care of the juices that ran down Satin's face and throat and breast with her own mouth.

Satin still hadn't found the chance to just sit and think, and figure things out. She appreciated the break. There was something wrong with the way Toys seemed to know her. All the crew put on this fake air of familiarity, beneath it Satin knew they hated her, but with Toys it was different. Satin could not quite put her finger on it. Toys KNEW her. Satin wasn't afraid that they had got inside her head. Not really. Satin had a phenomenal resistance to psyker intrusion even if she were not bound in a tar baby designed to contain a psyker. It was natural. Only one psyker had ever gotten into Satin's head; a powerful one and she had been powerless. He had paid for that. Somewhere he was still paying for that.

"Hey Satin, you ok?" Distantly Satin heard Toys speaking to her, felt her breath on her lips. Something wet touched her lips and she tried to swallow it automatically but it slipped away with muscular strength. Toys was kissing her. Before Satin had thought to resist, the kiss was over.

Strangers' hands lifted Satin from Toys' lap. Her eyes were still covered. "Play nice Satin," Toys' sorrowful voice came to her as they took Satin away from her. Satin found herself wishing she could stay with Toys, even after all the indignities. Better the devil you know, perhaps. No it was more than that. She was afraid.

"How about we work off some of this sweeties' aggression, girls," she heard someone say when they were all squeezed into the lift, to the immediate agreement of everyone present except Satin. It was Red speaking, Red whose knife she had grabbed to attack Toys. Satin had a feeling this was going to be a very long day.

***

Satin could not guess how many hours later it was that Red asked her if she wanted to be returned to Toys now; if she would be good. Trembling with fatigue and panting too heavily to speak, Satin nodded her desperation, shaking free a bead of sweat that had trickled from her brow to the tip of her nose. 

They tried to inspire her to walk but she just did not have the strength left in her legs, even in the weak 3/4 gravity. Next thing she knew Red had hefted Satin over her shoulder and was carrying her towards the turbolift. Satin was grateful for the chance to rest. So tired was she that she did not even react when the lift plummeted, taking her towards the distant engines. The first glimmers of unease did not appear until the lift doors slid open onto her own personal nightmare.

Toys was working on a padded iron frame, suspended above the pool. It was set in a complicated gimbol and currently at an angle of about 45 degrees. Satin paled as she recognized it; the highest technological achievement of any starfaring race, and a moral quandary that had only the one inevitable conclusion.

Perfect, transcendent pain. 

It was the Displacer Rack. What else could it be, suspended above the warp pool like that.

Empty.

Where was the Displacer psyker that powered it? Even psykers, surely, weren't mad enough to let a Displacer wander free.

For a moment Satin was certain it had all been a trick She wasn't here to meet Toys; they were going to strap her into that thing. It all made sense. The ambush. The tar-baby. Meant for binding psykers. Of course they would suspect her of being an immature Displacer, if that traitor Anna had given them access to Reich Databases.

Satin's eyes were locked to the rack. She could not move, could not blink, yet still she saw the transformation, the face of the wolf imposed over Red's, leering at her. That glistening muzzle, hair like an aura of black tendrils, the eyes were always human, twisted with insane predatory glee as they bore into her mind. Satin could not turn her head but she could scream.

Toy's face spun around with shock at the sound. She cursed when she saw them. Leaping from the rack to the pool side Toys strode towards Satin, frowning with concentration as she adjusted the settings on her charge pistol. She leveled the pistol at Satin's chest and pulled the trigger. Actinic energy engulfed Satin and for just a second it hurt very much.

***

Satin woke on her side, in the dark, back on Toy's bunk, still bound in the tar-baby and sobbing with relief that she was not elsewhere. Someone was pressed up against her back and there were arms around her. Satin knew it was Toys, from the scent of her and the shape she impressed on Satin's back.

"I thought you were going to bolt me into that thing," Satin said. No response from Toys.

"I know you must already have displaced, getting me away from the Reich ships, but I just wasn't thinking clearly… but also your Displacer could have been damaged…"

Silence.

"I'm not a Displacer!" Satin said. "I know why you might think that, if you read my file. But I am not." Toys still hadn't said anything. It was beginning to unnerve Satin.

"Displacers aren't just psykers," Satin explained. "They leave something behind when they displace. They are soulless. Things. Animals. Eruptions on the face of.. Unh!"

"Shut up now," Toys told her mildly as she pushed her finger once more into the metal orifice at the base of Satin's delta. She rolled Satin onto her stomach and slid herself onto Satin's back, keeping the finger there. No matter how Satin bucked and cried out, Toys' weight always pressed her back down onto her circling and probing finger. This time Toys didn't stop even once Satin was too weak to struggle. No more talk that night.

Even paralyzed with exhaustion, as she was, Satin drifted in and out of sleep. The night passed in many waking snapshots. Shiplife that never ceased fastwarding around her. It was early morning, by standard ship time, that Satin found herself wide awake and the comforting weight of Toys' body missing from her back.

Anna, the Aryan toy girl, had been working at the cabin's sole desk, using the desk lamp so as not to disturb the off shift crew. She muttered as she worked, third person as usual, about all the things she would prefer to be doing. It got to be almost relaxing after a while, listening to it, like rain when you are sleeping. Satin wasn't sleeping though. She had been watching Anna through slit eyes for some time.

Apparently Anna was studying up to be an engineer, or in any case to gain the competency that would stop her being confined to quarters (anybodies quarters) during any shipwide operation. She had been doing this bookwork every free period for months, Satin suspected. Anna didn't get many free periods; that was clear.

"How's it going, Anna." Toys voice.

"Soon. I'll be sitting," replied Anna, by an act of great concentration. "Toys," she continued after a second. Momentarily Toys moved into view, presenting her naked back to Satin, and much more to Anna, to Satin's distant annoyance.

"She's a killer. Kill you in a second," Anna said. Went to kiss Toys stomach but Toys pushed her back.

"Satin is a killer. Satin plus tar-baby wouldn't hurt a fly."

"How can you. Love her?"

"Anna. She's not psychopathic. She feels. She's vulnerable. She howls like a howler monkey if you touch her in just the right spot. And she's all mine. Captain gave her to me. I'm the one that's got to know what's right for her. She sure doesn't. Isn't that enough?"

"You forget what she is, then she'll kill you."

"Not so far. So far I've been the murderer. Every fucking time."

"Toys!" Satin jumped at Anna's shout. Emitted an involuntary gasp as the device reacted.

The two crew-girls heard that gasp and turned towards her as one; Toys had a beatific smile on her face as she twisted to look over her shoulder. Anna did not have such a smile.

Enemy, Satin thought. 

Toys strolled to her side. "Been awake long, Satin?" She wanted to know how much Satin had heard. Right then Satin didn't care what Toys had meant by her words. Didn't care if Toys were going to bind her to an altar and sacrifice her to some perverse psyker god; didn't even mind if Satin wasn't her first. That girl was all Satin had.

"Had a bad dream," Satin said. Her voice was raspy. Toys held her head up and fed her some water from a squeeze-bottle. Some of it went down the wrong way and she coughed. That of course set the device off, powerfully. At the end of it Satin was struggling not to whimper out of shame, which would only prolong the attack, and Toys was holding Satin to her chest.

"Please, take it out. Just for a while," Satin begged.

For a while Toys seemed to consider it as Satin pleaded with her eyes. Please say yes. Please don't ask anything of me in return. I can't surrender anything but I need this.

"Alright Satin, for just a little while."

It felt so good coming out, even though the muscles of Satin's vagina did not seem to want to release it, and struggled to swallow the device back inside her. There was a void inside her that required the pleasure-on-demand that that infernal device had fed her. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together to crush that void but they had bound her legs straddling the narrow bunk again, the situation she had first woken to. She found herself thinking of Toys tar-black tongue, exploring her that time.

As if Toys had read her mind, Satin felt a palm laid upon her there. Toys smiled down on her as fingers slid into Satin's cleft, spreading her lips and massaging the tension from her. It felt so gentle, so natural compared to the devices' neural stimulation. Satin felt no need to protest when Toys began kissing her face and breast. She was slipping into sleep again and nothing in all her memory had ever felt as right as this. 

***

Gently, quietly, Satin eased her head of Toy's stomach. Toys was sleeping like a baby. She didn't stir. Twisting snakelike in the tight slick material that bound her arms to her sides and her legs together, Satin rolled herself to kneeling. She surveyed Toys naked form for a moment. Beautiful. Perfect.

Moving with infinite care, Satin extended herself to the limits of her balance. She could only place her head a few handspans past her knees without tipping forwards, and burying her face into Toy's chest. That would ruin everything. Not quite far enough. Or was it? Extending her tongue, she laid a delicate trail of saliva over Toys' soft nipple. Gently, gently, she began to blow.

A delicate speckle of goose-bumps formed upon Toys areola. Her breathing changed slightly. Then the skin puckered more deeply. Her nipple jutted upward, rigid as a thumb and she sighed. Eyes flickered under lids. A slight curve of her lips told Satin her dreams had taken a turn for the pleasant.

This was the crucial moment. The odds of Satin's escape plan surviving the next three seconds were about fifty-fifty.

She threw herself forwards, over Toys' chest and shoulder, ramming her own forehead into the soft foam of the bunk, forming an arch over Toys' face.

She didn't touch Toys. Her breasts, unnaturally firm in the skin-molding material of the tar-baby hung just centimeters from Toys' cheek. Toys did not wake.

Forcing her breath to calm, Satin lowered her trembling belly. She could not see past' Toys sleeping face but she felt the instant Toys erect nipple brushed the sensitive material upon her stomach.

Frowning in concentration, Satin swayed the way she had practiced, tracing in exact mirror image the sigil Toys had traced that morning, or was it the previous, on Satin's back. Satin suspected only Toys' touch would do it. Would Toys' firm nipple work as well as Toys finger had then?

In total silence, the tar baby reformed and her arms were free. She did not know the sigil that would free her completely, and movement in the tar-baby now felt like pushing through treacle, but some things you cannot change, like nature.

***

Moving silently through the darkened corridors, she killed in slow motion. She had found a knife at some point and that was much quicker than suffocation, easier than that blood-slicked garrote wire she had regretfully abandoned. Maybe soon she would find a gun.

As if on queue, another crew-girl wandered into her web, this one bearing a pistol in a holster at her side. This one moving warily. Satin hadn't heard any alarm. Satin had cut the alarm.

The killing had gotten easier. The first had been horrid. Now Satin had begun to doubt her luck and so this one went bad. She lost her knife so she had to do it the hard way. The slow way.

"Don't," The girl managed to choke, her face inches from Satin's. It was Toys.

How could this be? Surely she had killed Toys first. Yes, she had. And the second victim, it had been dark, but now Satin came to think of it, that had been Toys too. They all had.

Satin keep squeezing and squeezing but Toys kept struggling and wouldn't die. Satin heard herself whimper with frustration as her fingers lost strength. She could not keep her hands firm around that slick sinuous throat. Sweat made Toys slippery as an eel between Satin's gloss black legs.

"Please Toys please," Satin heard herself begging. "Let me do it quick. It's for your own good. I don't like this. I don't." But already she was on the verge of coming.

***

Satin woke in a cold sweat. The entire dream must have only lasted a split second, for otherwise she would have woken grunting and slippery. Sometimes her dreams were like that, hours or days in an instant. Some nightmares, as far as she could tell, she never woke from at all. Insanity became history.

This had not been one of those dreams. Toys still lay beside her unharmed and Satin was still a prisoner. Satin found herself to be crying with relief and shame. For a while she just lay there, afraid to sleep.

***

"Toys!" Satin hissed.

Toys didn't wake. Her head was slumped on Satin's chest, cheek pushed up and a little bit of drool poised on one corner of her lip. Beautiful. And her hair was a mess too: a thatch of brown hanging over her face, teasing a nostril as she breathed.

"Toys! Oh!"

Damn that contraption. They had returned it while she slept. It took a few seconds to get herself back under control. Her bucking stomach woke Toys though, barely. Toys raised her head groggily.

"Toys. You're the nice one aren't you. The one I am meant to trust. You're what's really meant to hold me here. Not these, these toys you made."

Toys grinned sleepily. "You got me. Is it working?"

"You're the one I have to kill."

Toys sighed, and then crawled further up Satin's chest to examine her face. "You've been crying." She touched the moisture at the corners of Satin's eyes. Tasted it. "You are frightened!"

Satin's face twisted in a snarl. "I'll slit your throat! Oh! Oh!" Pleasure jolted into her cunt once, twice.




Q&A Ch. 02



"I know you would," Toys said. "And you are terrified that I will forget." She ran a fingernail down the tar-baby, starting at the eye slit. The material split like stretched rubber. Satin's shoulders were still trapped, in fact pulled tightly behind her, pushing her naked chest and stomach up like an offering. Toys kissed her on the lips. "Don't be afraid. I won't forget you're dangerous."

Yet Satin did not feel dangerous any more. She had lost all fight and all words. Her throat was tight, her eyes overran. She wept in anticipation as Toys kissed her way down Satin's trembling belly.

***

"Tell me about your mother," Toys asked afterwards, ruining everything. 

"Why." Satin was instantly on guard.

"You cried out her name again. And, I guess you don't know, but in your sleep you sort of mumble it."

Satin knew it would be a mistake to speak, knew she was going to anyway.

"She died. It was a slow thing. Took months."

"I'm sorry. I know what that is like. Sometimes there is nothing anyone can do."

I didn't say it was natural causes, fucker, thought Satin. The old blackness circled around her once more.

"What about your Dad?"

Satin stared at her a moment before deciding to speak.

"He took me places," Satin finally said, turning to face the darkness. 

Toys could not get her to say more. Not words in any case. Satin couldn't stop Toys from forcing other sounds from her lips. She hated Toys and what she was doing to her. She tried to. Soon she was moaning and struggling to push herself deeper onto the pressure of Toy's knee between Satin's thighs and into the protective embrace of her arms.

***

"Toys, you know that murderous bitch is lying to your face." Anna's voice. 

"She didn't say she didn't do it," Toys responded.

"She was practically gloating."

There was a long pause before Toys answered.

"I know what she is, Anna. She's mine. She's been mine a lot longer than she knows. I know all her games. She's mine. That's all there is to it."

"But you're not hers. You're no-ones'. It's not healthy, Toys."

Satin wondered what Toys meant by that: 'She's been mine, a lot longer than she knows.' How long had they been hunting her? Why had they given her to Toys?

And why was Anna trying to mess things up, Satin thought with annoyance. 

"Toys," she called sleepily, and Toys was by her side in seconds. Take that, Anna.

***

Days passed, and there was barely a minute when she was not seconds from helpless ecstasy. There was always someone with her and usually it was Toys. She preferred it when it was Toys. She couldn't stop gently grinding her pelvis, milking pleasure from that device every waking and sleeping moment. Even for the brief periods she was free of it, she found herself swaying her hips unconsciously. She couldn't fight it anymore. All she wanted was for Toys to be the one holding her each time she crested. Often enough it was.

Satin knew everything was going to end badly.

Her mind could not help gnawing at the problem. What did they want her for? How did Toys seem to see into her soul?

Who was the Displacer?

"What's bugging you, Satin? Its not like you to sulk," Toys said as she returned from the vendor machine with a cup of something hot. She had been talking to Quills. The Mess was empty apart from the three of them.

"How would you know. You've known me five days."

Toys decided to change the subject.

"I made you coffee. I even put a drop of lemon in. The way you like it."

"How did you know."

"Oh," Toys hesitated. "I just.."

"I want to know how you knew! Get out of my head I know what you are!" Toys who could always get inside her head. Toys who had been right there on the displacer rack. Toys who wanted her. 

Toys tried to calm her but Satin just screamed louder, and louder still to keep her fear and hatred ahead of the pleasure that sought to wrap her up in cobwebs and make her weak and helpless.

Quill was the first one to get through to her, once Toys was suitably distant and Satin's throat sufficiently raw.

"All that, from a drop of Lemon, Satin? Don't be stupid. You think something like that wouldn't be in Reich files? You think we can't tell you every order you made from a vending machine in your life? You know better. They kept a very close eye on you, Satin, watching for the least sign that your use as a hunter was at an end."

"She's the Displacer, isn't she," Satin hissed.

"Toys is no Displacer, Satin. You just found yourself trusting her and couldn't bear it. That tantrum was your escape. Your easy out." 

Satin glared at Quill. "Then who is your Displacer. You?" But she could not put any force behind the words.

Quills straightened, looking down at her coldly. "Maybe. What do you think? You're the Reich bounty hunter. You hunted psykers for them. You tell me what a Displacer looks like."

Satin tried to stare her down, but found herself dropping her eyes to the floor first.

"Now you will apologize to Toys."

Satin couldn't look either of them in the face. She had been so sure, but Quill was right. She had been so stupid. She wanted Toys to understand but how could she?

Only one person had ever been able to get into Satin's head. She hadn't been able to shut out his laughter.

Her dad had been a Displacer psyker. That is why he did the things he did to her. He hadn't been human in the first place.

He'd made her kill Mom.

Mom thought it was Satin killing her.

Satin had turned Dad in when she was eleven. He got bolted into a Reich battleship. She got her first bounty.

Could she say that out loud? What if Toys didn't believe her? What if she looked at Satin the way Mother had?

But she wanted to so much.

The decision was taken out of her hands. The cup trembled. The room began to tilt and the steel cup slid from the bench to bounce loudly off the floor.

The intercom erupted into life. It was the Captain. "Quill! Thirteen light seconds to port. We are leaving NOW."

Toys looked at Satin in horror. 

"What! What have I done?" Satin cried.

"Fuck, fuck FUCK!" Quill was saying unhelpfully, and then lunged at Satin. She grabbed a handle at one of Satin's shoulders and began hauling her from the room. Satin fought madly without even thinking. The possibility of calm did not exist. What had she done? What had gone wrong?

"Not yet, Quill. She's not ready," Toys was crying.

"Shut up Toys. Take her legs or get off this ship," Quill replied. Satin thought Toys might refuse, but she didn't. She grabbed Satin's legs around the knees and helped push her out into the corridor.

Satin got heavier as the engines built to full power. They must be pushing two gravities now.

"Where are you taking me," begged Satin as they bundled her into the lift.

Toys said, "Something just ripped through into normal space. It'll be the Destroyer that's been one jump behind us since sol system."

"Thirteen light seconds is close enough for lasers. And they could be closing at a substantial fraction of .c" Quill added. She punched the elevator controls and they began to drop. Towards the engines some hundred meters beneath their feet. There was nothing down there, nothing but grimy access tubes and the warp pool, where the Displacer psyker was plugged into the machine that could push them all into another universe and drop them back somewhere else.

"No." Satin whispered. "Not me. It can't be me."

Satin fought with everything she had but it made no difference. Muscular crew-girls wrestled her down onto the padded iron pentagram, only then releasing her from the tar-baby. She was bound, naked, spread-eagled, first her shins in two massive pneumatic gauntlets, then her forearms. Even so she barely touched the rack, so hard did she strain and arch as she screamed with her already hoarse throat. Toys was crouched over her, trying to calm her, as they forced a thick hose into her mouth and sealed a mask to her face that covered her chin and nose.

This was it. She had been so fooled. She had almost felt safe. Now the wolf was in the room with her, waiting to eat her. In Satin's hysterical mind the room echoed with the wolf's mocking laughter. They didn't know what they were doing, some small part of her mind insisted, they didn't know the wolf was among them. Desperately she twisted her masked head around but couldn't see his face, couldn't find his eyes amongst the women's stares of pity. Fake pity. Mocking her, but they weren't the wolf. Even Toys looking down at her. She could almost feel his breath, rapid panting. Or was that her?

Thick liquid rose, engulfing the rack. No. The rack was sinking and pulling her down with it into the pool. "I'll kill you all," she howled, though no one could have understood her muffled voice. "I'll escape. I'll hunt you down and eat your children in front of you." She began to laugh hysterically. The smooth liquid flowed over her ears, her cheeks, her eyes and then she saw it, reflected back at her.

My, what big eyes you have, grandma-ma. 

She was staring directly into the wolf's gleeful insane face. The muzzle was a mask. It was her own face staring manically back at her reflected in the pools surface above her.

I am the wolf?

***

For a second Toys lost sight of Satin's face as she disappeared under the fluid. She didn't see the instant of change but she heard the neural alarms. By the time the liquid had slipped up over her own thighs and arms, and her own mask had replaced Satin's reflection, Satin looked almost peaceful. The readouts said the girl was plunging into catatonia yet for a moment she thought she had seen Satin look at her and smile.

Satin was not catatonic yet, not fully. She welcomed the touch of the engineers' practiced hands, attaching the instruments of her punishment. The only punishment she deserved. Infinite, transcendent pain. The universe rejecting her from it's reality like a splinter, pinching her and everything for a thousand miles off, or would it be that the pain forced her to reject it, pushing all the stars away?

New heavily insulated tubes were connected to her breathing mask, and a similar pipe plugged into the double catheter. Sucking electrodes were attached to all parts of her, but clustered most where her nerve endings were densest. Everything was stillness. Floating in the liquid of the warp pool Satin could not feel if the ship was accelerating or spinning, or shaken by the ablative impulse of Reich lasers. This was peace.

The first coruscating bolts seemed to creep slowly along the tubes towards her. X-static; a billion fembots, tiny neural smart bombs. The strange particles would play her nervous system like a musical instrument, eliciting whatever sensation her captors wished her to suffer, to whatever degree they wished.

She felt the liquid solidify around her before the first charge hit, holding her so her limbs would not snap. 

Paradigm shifting pleasure exploded onto her. The coolest drink, best sex, multiplied by the power of a lightning bolt, as an afterthought pulling her brain out through her anus. Not what she had expected. She wanted to be punished. She rejected this. She tried to. Her will was strong and for a few seconds she did and the ship twisted around her. But every pleasure her body remembered was echoing back and forth inside her at an increasing rate. Every touch. Every glance that had raked her flesh and made her hot. The tastes, She was subjected to it all. Wailing with anguish turned brutally to pleasure Satin felt herself begin to open. She felt a thousand licking tongues wash over her clit, each sensation crystal clear and distinct. Her mouth sucked greedily, convulsively swallowing, her tongue seeking far up the tube to experience every iota of what was delivered to her.

It only grew stronger, each ten times stronger than the last and Satin wanted it all inside her.

She was dimly aware that some of these experiences were not Satin's experiences. Each was beautiful. She accepted them. She understood them. Some of the experiences were not those of crew or people at all but the experiences of cells and steel and superheated plasma; memories of past entanglements. She understood the ship without simplifying it. She wanted to understand more. Somehow she grew to accept it all.

There was an apogee to her ascendance. She knew all things and the universe was spinning slowly in her womb, waiting to be born. It was a beautiful moment, but to stay would mean infinite loneliness. Regretfully she let herself begin to fall back, first the universe gushing forth, the ship growing tight inside of her, thinking about Little Black Satin Heart again. Satin, of all the crew, why did she have to be Satin? Satin the victim and murderer. Satin the hurt and the hurtful. They might care for her but they would never trust her. She had grown beyond the twisted girl that had awoken on the psykers ship just days ago. Why, with all her powers, did she have to return to that? She could not face it. She did not have to. She would allow herself this one selfish act and stay, and be free. She wouldn't go back.

***

Toys' shuddering form was draped over the naked and still body of Satin, bounty hunter for the 6th Reich. "I lost her. I lost her."

The girl Toys had begun to know that week (not the murderer, not the psycho) she was gone. Toys would never meet her again. 

No one seemed to care. They were all to busy congratulating themselves on a successful jump. For most of them their job was just beginning. Scan reports were coming in; Numerous red lights were winking on panels: the usual scattering of freeze fires and misalignments that followed even the smoothest of displacements. Only Toys' job was over.

Someone put a towel over her. It was Anna. She must have passed her competency exam. She was wearing her collar for the occasion. Anna squeezed her hand. Toys nodded in thanks and turned to leave but Anna did not let go. Her job was not over yet either.

For a moment Toys wanted to rip her hand away, but the captain would not approve. "Alright. Follow me." Toys pulled Anna from the room and through the grimy corridors and cornered Anna behind a heat exchanger, where Toys had known bedding was piled for casual trysts. Toys pushed her over the smooth hot curve of the machine and began ripping open Anna's clothes. Anna wasn't saying anything but then again she couldn't, unless Toys gave her the chance to touch a finger to her collar and deactivate the mute. It proceeded a lot like rape. Anna finally fought back, overpowered her, then it proceeded a lot like rape, with Toys underneath and her arms pinned, screaming out in rage as Anna got her off, just trying to feel what it must have been like.

In the aftermath Toys was crying on Anna's shoulder and saying: "It's not fair," and "I lost her. Again."

***

There was not much to say at her debriefing. It had happened like Toys had long ago learnt it always happened. The moment Satin could not avoid the conclusion any longer that she was the Displacer, she went totally berserk, followed by catatonia. It wasn't deep enough to escape the pleasure of the pool, nothing could, but enough to throw the entry a little. And when she came back… back to square one. Satin had somehow reverted once more: any progress, each new Satin, stripped away. The docs suggested this was a defence mechanism, to avoid knowledge that was somehow too painful for Satin. Toys didn't know.

Toys didn't think anyone else really cared about making Satin well. It would be a smoother ride if Satin did not enter the pool each time kicking and screaming, that was all. They could slide through space-time without a ripple. Reich vessels tore through reality, and reality screamed.

They'd lose that Reich battleship that had been dogging them. The snow-wolf. Perhaps that was the only reason the captain let her best engineer tie up her time this way.

***

Toys looked down at Satin's restless form, sleeping fitfully on her bunk, already bound once more in the Tar-baby that Toys had constructed for her, long months and many jumps ago now. 

On impulse Toys waved the Tar baby away. It poured off Satin's fitfully sleeping form to become a black sheet beneath her. The captain would not approve but Toys knew that Satin in this state would never voluntarily Displace. The only danger was to Toys herself.

A thin sheen of sweat inspired the Reich hunter's pale skin to glisten. She was so beautiful. Especially when her face relaxed, between whatever dreams tormented her. Satin arched on the black sheet and emitted a small moan. She wouldn't wake yet though. Toys slid her palm up one smooth white leg, over her hip and jutting ribs to cup one breast and feel it's warmth. Satin's face seemed to relax a little, but Toys knew it was just a lull in her dreaming, deep beneath the surface.

Toys kissed Satin gently on the lips then sealed the Tar baby over her once more.

***

Satin lay, dreaming she was dead. Gentle hands interfered with her lifeless body. The very psykers that had killed her now explored her. That was ok. A dead body was turf. You couldn't dirty it any further. Besides, the hands were nice. The mouths were even nicer.

Satin knew she was dead. The psyker scum pirates had somehow intercepted her shuttle as she slept. She had clawed her self out of sleep, fumbling for her weapon; just in time to see them burst into her cabin.

Last thing she remembered was the flash of actinic fire as three charge gun bursts blew out her chest and stomach. It must have been messy.

Satin moaned with both passion and unease as the hands stroked her whole flesh, mouths kissed where there should be nothing unburnt to kiss. Her illusions were tumbling but she desperately clung to them; so she could have this one thing, receive this one thing. Before she woke. Before she had to be Satin.