7 comments/ 18393 views/ 2 favorites Same Ol' (Sci-Fi) Story By: SoCalOvid Mine is the same ol' story -- an unsuspecting male, a cheating fem, and the male's revenge. Times and places may change, but affairs of the heart remain the same. I had gotten back from a milk run to the Scorpio system -- some backwater planet around a backwater sol, nothing special. We had dropped off a load of frozen sea krill into the designated ocean site (you've probably seen the commercials on the stereovid, "grown fresh on Terra Remota -- favorite of all Cesto races!"), and picked up the 'gris for the return voyage. Big bucks, lemme tell you, but having to put up with the smell of that shit for weeks in the cargo hold takes a special type. Like someone without a sense of smell. I called the 'gris shit, but someone once told me that was actually cesto barf. That I can believe. Kinda weird a planet that barfs up its major export, but it takes all kinds. And it brings the big credits because it is used in all of the best goodsmells products and for making Cestowiski, the most potent, smoothest, firejuice that has ever run the back of a spacer's throat. Believe me, I can't afford the stuff myself, but we once did a run to one of the really remote mining stations (I don't care how many credits or Cestowiski you paid me, that place was WAY too far from civilization!) Needless to say, there was some "breakage" on that run. Hey... they expect a certain percentage of loss on cargos like that. Oh yeah, let me introduce myself. My name is Herc (for Hercules) Manly. Why Hercules: my mom was an AgathaChris fan, especially of the classic Hercules Poi histories -- you know the detective with massive strength who lived on planet Olympus. I grew up on stories of his exploits, like when he died on the Nile (some sort of ocean,) or the time on the Orient Express starship, and when he cleaned out the Augean Horse (a kind of quadped sentient creature,) abode. And as for Manly, if I do say so myself, I'm a rather manly man. I stand about 1.72 meters, and weigh 59 kg., which is, lemme see, about 7 feets 5 inchos (or maybe 5 feets and 7 inchos, I can't remember those ancient conversions.) and about 130 lb.s (I haven't got a clue where "lubs" came as a measure of weight.) That is about as large as you can be and still be on a spacer crew -- as the SpacNav motto says, "every gram, every incho costs." As you may have gathered from my job description, I am the Captain of a space transporter. Yes, I know, not as exciting as the little defender craft, but the SpacNav, where I learned my trade, needed skilled drivers for the big stuff too. Troop transports, logistic suppliers, I've driven all of the big stuff. But the big money is in the long-haul bulk transporters. So that's what I took up after finishing my hitch at SpacNav. I guess that being flush with credits is no guarantee that your contract femcreature will stay loyal to you while you're off for a couple months at a time earning her daily caloric intake. As I started to tell you, I had just finished a quick round trip, and we had a very lucky trip -- didn't have to detour for scheduled space debris, no stops for sol radiation flares, shoot, we only had to fight off some local "salvagers" once, and after we shot a 50 gig megaburst over their bow (just to let them know that we were feeling feisty,) they fired their reverse thrusters hard and fast, all the time apologizing for "mistaking" us for an abandoned derelict. So I got back about 7 solStandard days early. Anyway, I was back on terrafirma early, looking forward to a home cooked meal, and sleeping in my own bed, a huge AeroliftsU mattress ("lifts U on a cushion of air," and worth every credit,) in my own comfy abode. So I hopped in an autoGetThere cab (when you're gone as long as I am, its still cheaper than the long-term park-it lot), spoke my address into the navsys, ran my payitnow chip on the reader, and off I went. I sat back as the cab made its way thru traffic from the S'port, until it reached the landing porch of the citypod where my abodeunit was located about 30 meters above the valley floor. Of course my abodeunit was the top quality that credits could buy, spacious, well quieted, with actually windows (double UV stoppers,) split with two levels, the everyone rooms on the first floor -- where we cooked, ate, and met with friends, and usonly rooms on the second level. I stepped from the landing porch into the entry, and didn't hear anything. "Hello?" I queried. There wasn't any answer. So I stepped in, wondering where my beloved femcreature was, although in the middle of the day she could be anywhere -- shopping, being beautified, visiting, who knew. I put my small space bag on the floor (light, only one coverall suit -- we go bare most of the time during flight - a tooth/beard/hair trim kit,) and walked over to the instocool and pulled out a brueski. Screwing around with the stereovid to check the local Whasgoinon, I accidentally hit the home monitor code instead, and suddenly I got the shock of my life. My heart was in my mouth, and then it broke, because in front of me on the stereovid was my femcreature, bent over our completely adjustable, six-way SexHerHere chair, being pronged by my former XO. I knew at that moment that our contract was null, and my heart broke - right before I told the VidSys to "keep it on mem". I knew that I would need that after my legalmouth filed the eforms on her. Ah....my femcreature, her name is Pussy, at least in GalaxStan lingua. Her birth name sounded similar to "pussy" so she adopted it when she left her home planet, XoXoDack, for the "big city." It seemed right to me as well, because Pussy is so cat-like in many ways. First are her large almond shaped eyes, and she moves with what can only be called a cat-like grace. Pussy is close to the same height as I am, but is far thinner, although with "breasts" that are slightly larger than would be normal on such a slight frame. Her skin is a very light purple, a shade of lavender, and she is humanoid in her overall shape, although it is very deceptive. She is not from a humanoid race, and because of the different genome (I have, I forget, 24 or 26 genes; Pussy has 84,) we can't interbreed. Not that we can't enjoy sex, just no children will come of it. And the XoXoDacks also differ in some other critical ways; she has two vaginas (according to Pussy, they call them "bratbreedingholes" in XoXoDackese,) and "breasts" that look humanoid, although with a BIG difference. Pussy can control the shape of her breasts, and in their relaxed state they look humanoid. She can also puff up the nipples a bit, if she wants to be aroused. But Pussy can also extend her cones about five inchos until they look like a couple of small penises, which is a clue to how things work on XoXoDack -- all XoXoDackians are fems, but they can also use their "breasts" in each others "vaginas" to impregnate each other. The "male" and "fem" roles (if you can use humo terms like that to describe it,) are voluntary. Pussy and I have used her breasts in all modes, everything to my sucking, playing and cumming with them like breasts, and sometimes she has extended them into the "penis" state for me to suck until she "cums" spraying her juice into my mouth, and a couple of times, when I have over imbibed she has flipped me over on my stomach, come up behind me and, well you can guess. As a manly man, I wasn't too happy the next AM with my ass feeling rather stretched, but when Pussy is in a "male" mood, I sometimes have to make concessions. I've gotten used to it. Pussy is the living proof of the ol' saying, "Once you've had XoXoDack, you'll never go back!" When I first met Pussy, she was working for one of the big trading zaibatsus -- MitsuMitsubSumi -- placing cargos for shipping. They had their own transports for the major runs, but used indyshippers like me for the more out of the way, and one-timer trips. Not to mention the trips that were either too dangerous or illegal for their own wimpy captains. I didn't fall into the "wimpy" category (remember the "manly" man routine,) so I started taking on some of the higher risk (meaning highly paid,) trips. My rig is fast, I'm a good driver, and I don't hesitate to shoot first and ask the big Q's later. SpacNav training will do it every time. After a couple of trips I noticed that Pussy seemed to kind of, the only way to describe it was purr, when I came into the office for my CreditsPaid confimation. I guess that my good looks plus a certain recklessness lent me a kind of panache that attracted Pussy. We dated for a time (in between my frequent jobs) and over time I sampled Pussy's various charms. When after one of these bacchanalian sessions, as I lay exhausted from our recent mutual pleasures, Pussy let me know that she wouldn't mind making our arrangement exclusive and permanent. So Pussy and I went down to the Contract Office and filed our agreement. We made it exclusive, but we set it for seven years, with an auto-renewal for seven more years, without objection. We had just passed the autorenew date of seven years a couple of months ago, and neither of us had made any objection to it for another seven. So getting our initial contract officialized (thumb prints, DNA samples, e-record sent to the database on GalaxPrime,) we returned to my place and had a wonderful Contract party, with some of Pussy's friends from work, and my entire regular crew -- at the time three of us. My purser was an older fem named Marta, and she took care of all of the accounter and businesser functions. Making sure we get paid for our payloads is high on Marta's list. Marta is a humo like me, originally from some aggie planet that produces ugly women who spend a lot of time watching the animals rut, wondering why their husbands aren't as well endowed as the bullcows and boarpigs. As for Marta, who was short but thick, I started to wonder if watching had permanently damaged her. Before Pussy and I made our contract, every trip Marta would try to convince me that it would relax me and help my piloting skills to have sex, and that she was available for the experiment. Ugh. The only time anything happened was that trip when the container of Cestowiski firejuice fell out of its shipping package and we salvaged it and made sure it wasn't wasted. That night, as I got plowed with Marta, the last thing I remember was her on her knees sucking Mister Big, until I shot off in her mouth. She swallowed with a drunken grin, and I fell over on my mattress, out cold. She was somewhat pissed about that the next day, but she figured that she still had a chance. When I told her that I hadn't been drunk that I would never have let her even get her mouth on my tool -- the rest of that trip she was REALLY pissed at me. She threatened me that if I wasn't willing to give her some, she was going to try out the XO. I told her she was welcome to it, and I guess after that she did. She said that someday she would pay me back for my indifference to her needs. My XO (and loader, and troubleshooter, and guy who can crawl into all of the ship's vents to fix things,) was from the planet Heffalent, and his name is Thsam. Thsam is nothing like his real name, but I couldn't say his Heffalent name if I tried. Thsam is about 1.5 meters tall (something like 60 inchos,) with biggish flaps for ears, a LONG (as in .5 meters) roundish mobile nose, a thin but round body, and a kind of grayish skin, with sparse, course hairs. His arms and legs were also round, like his body only smaller, but his hands and feet were pretty strange. Normally his hands looked like a single round, padded, kind of squared off at the top, cylinder. But when he was using his hands, all of sudden the pad would split into six fingers that could open up and be used pretty much the way we humos use ours. But Thsams feet were just about identical to his hands, and when he used his hands, his feet and his nose, which he could use like a hand with two fingers, it was as if he had 5 hands -- or at least 4 and one-half hands. Really helped when making repairs in the tight quarters of a spacer. Thsam's real curiosity was normally hidden. It was only after Marta stopped pestering me to sample her sexual favors that I understood just how different Thsam was. Not having seen nor heard from either Marta or Thsam for a while (unusual in the close quarters of a spacer,) I went searching the internal security/repair vids, until I found them in a poorly lit, empty cargo bay. There they were, with Marta bent over a box, sans clothes, with Thsam behind her giving her the old heave-ho. Focusing the camera in (just to make sure that Thsam wasn't damaging a fellow crew member, you understand,) I could see that Thsam's penis, or perhaps I should say peni, were like his nose: long, flexible, highly controlled, and there were two of them! I turned up the volume (to make sure this was an act of mutual consent,) and Marta was moaning and groaning as one of Thsam's peni was in her vagina, and the other ensconced in her anus, going in and out, wiggling like snakes. In addition, Thsam's nose was reaching around her, alternating between sucking her tits, and reaching down to tickle her clit! While Marta was going out of her mind with pleasure, I could hear Thsam behind her, say "Is this the right way, Marta? Is this how you like it?" In a breathless voice, Marta told him, "Yes, Thsam, just keep doing it, just like you are doing it now!" I was actually pleased for Marta, and I was pleased for Thsam (whose IQ was, let's be generous and say, not impressive), and Marta was a much happier crewmember after discovering Thsam's talents. I saw him doing it with Marta a couple more times (to tell you the truth, after awhile it got boring,) until the time I came home and found him doing exactly the same thing, even to the "Is this the right way, Pussy? Is this how you like it?" to my fem. OK, he was in both of Pussy's orifices, and not her anus, but otherwise the same. Thsam and Marta and I parted company about two solStandard years ago when they went (as a pair) with another spacer who specialized on shorter trips. Too bad, from my viewpoint, but after time all crews like to change and mix it up. We had been together long enough. So, back to the present, there I am watching and hearing (and recording) my fem and Thsam on my abodevid. If I had arrived in time to stop this from occurring, I would have. I am not one of those men who wants to see his contractfem used by another being. Our contract, in fact, was an exclusive, with no option for third parties, and penalties for making outside arrangements. Now to say that was one thing, but to enforce all of the contract's clauses was something else. I've seen too many times when contract disputes would take years to settle, and the contract judge would end up splitting the differences. This outrage was not going to end that way. Of course the abode was mine because it was already mine before we made our contract, but Pussy had stopped working shortly after we had entered the contract, so by breaking the contract she might have put herself into default on living credits, and any claims to new additions to the abode. I first thought about that kind of thing for about 30 seconds, and then I felt the tears welling inside. No, no, I was not going to let my emotions rule here. I was going to have my REVENGE!!! No one makes a wimp of Herc Manly! So first, I kept the vid rolling to mem, although I turned off the playmode in the kitchen. I went back out on the porch and summoned another cab. I directed it to the local brewpub where I found a booth that would let me see my abode, and the landing porch. Then I made the cellcontact. She answered the signal. "Pussy, is that you?" "Yes Herc. Where are you signaling from?" "I'm at the S'Port, waiting for my cab to come home, to my loving fem! Got home almost 7 solStandards early." "Oh Herc," she said rather flustered sounding, "that's great. Let me go now, then, I need to clean up and get things ready for you." "I'm sure you do," I replied, in a low voice. "What was that?" asked Pussy. "I said I'm looking forward to seeing you," came my reply. "Oh. OK, talk to you soon then. Love, kisses." I hung up without saying my normal L&K. Soon I saw Pussy pushing Thsam out the door, about half dressed, trying to get those damn peni both into his pants. They were still wiggling like snakes, and he couldn't seem to grab them and get them under control. I must have interrupted something exciting - what a shame. Finally he captured them and stuffed them in, just as an autoGetTherecab flew up. He got in and disappeared. I summoned the next one passing by, and within about two minutes, was walking into my abode for the second time that day. I had figured by this time that I needed to play this right, and that might take some time. I wasn't going to kick my double-cunted femSlut out tonight. I would collect the proof of her contract fraud and kick her out tomorrow instead! I thought to myself, "perk up, Herc," and then laughed an evil laugh. After I thought about it, I realized there might actually be more evidence available, since everything, voice, audio, and vid from the cells and security vids in the abode autorecorded to mem, and there was enough mem in my system to keep about two months worth. Hey, I make a lot of credits; I buy the best. All I really had to do was tell the system not to autodestroy and I could look it over and save any good parts. Pussy was in the shower trying to wash the evidence down the drain, not knowing about my vid recording. I stripped off and joined her in the shower. I will confess, seeing her naked body still gave me a hard on. A contract is a contract, but I might as well get the most I can before I shut it down. She was surprised when I joined her. "Oh Herci, you got here soooo fast." She said in her little girl voice. "Baby, I have been missing you for two months. I have some loving in mind," I told her. She was clearly nervous, not wanting me to suspect that she had just had Thsam's dual tool up her orifices. "I don't know, Hun," she said trying to delay, "I've had a slight infection that the Medico told me to avoid any pokey-probey until tomorrow!" What a feeble excuse. Not responding to her, I pick up the Lubrisoap, guaranteed to lubricate for personal pleasure while cleaning in the shower. We used it often in the shower, but not for what I was about to do. I got the cylinder shaped bar ready, and first applied it to my raging hard-on. When I had plenty on me, I put it between her ass cheeks, and started rotating it into her anus, stretching and lubing her back passage at the same time. This was one surprised fem! "Herc, what are you doing? We've never done it that way before..." she got out of her mouth, just before I pushed the Lubrisoap in deeply enough that it took her breath away. "Well," I grinned as I said it, " there's no time like the present, is there. I want to use something new and unused today. And the contract allows me access to ALL of your holes, doesn't it. And you wouldn't want to break our contract, would you?" Pussy didn't notice the sarcasm about the "unused today," or the implication of a broken contract, I guess. Too horny to see straight. "Yes, yes," came her whispered response, "its in the contract, Herc, its yours if you want it. Ohhhh.." she was starting to get really enthused about this new thing, "I wouldn't want to break the contract. Put it in now!" she practically panted. And I obliged her, slowly pushing my cock up her ass, until all eight inches were inside that tight, wonderful, virgin (I hoped,) ass. As she loosened I began to stroke with longer strokes. Then I asked her, "Would you like it if I moved it around inside, kinda like a snake?" She took in a quick breath, a worried look on her face, before replying, Same Ol' (Sci-Fi) Story "That would be wonderful -- can you do that for me?" "I can try," I panted. And I did, moved it around as I moved in and out. She did like it like that too. In fact she orgasmed almost immediately after that, probably since she had already been ready for some time, before I interrupted her and Thsam. I planted two months of spermies in that little ass, and when I pulled out, they were running down her legs on both sides. I cleaned myself up, then put some more soap on Pussy, and washed her off as well. I got out of the shower; dried off, and told Pussy that now I was completely wiped out, and went into the sleepyroom and hit the sack. She joined me shortly thereafter, and I didn't have to pretend to have fallen asleep -- I was out cold. Well, I must confess, I didn't kick her ass out the next day either. I still needed some time to go thru the data captures around the house to gather the goods on Pussy. So when she announced that she was scheduled for the Beautifier shop, I was happy to see her leave. That would give me the couple of hours I needed to dig the dirt. I went hispeed to the day that I had left a couple of months before, and did a quickscan on the tapes. Lots of really boring -- I didn't know how much selfgrooming and watching stereoVid Pussy did on a regular basis until I saw the tapes. And for six weeks there was NOTHING. Then I found it. About two weeks before I arrived back from my run, my old crewmates Marta and Thsam show up at my humble abodedoor. I slowed that segment to 2X speed to watch. Pussy, being the good contractfem invites them in, and offers them refrescos. They talk, and then I notice the look on Pussy's face getting a bit more purple, the way she does when she is getting sexually aroused. I slow to 1X, so I can hear clearly. What I hear is Marta talking about what a great pleasure tool Thsam is. "A little slow in the thinking dept., but with two peni to penetrate," Marta says, " he makes up for his shortcomings." When Pussy hears about the two dicks, she of the two vaginas is of course excited. Marta offers "Shall I ask Thsam to show you his tool?" which bursting with curiosity Pussy accepts. Soon Marta is "demonstrating" Thsam's capabilities to Pussy, while Pussy watches drinking firejuice from the bar. Pretty soon it is Pussy showing Marta her penis-tits, and not long afterwards, there is Pussy with her penis-tits in Marta's cunt, while Thsam is filling both of Pussy's holes with his double dick, going back and forth between Marta and Pussy with his extendo nose. A perfect orgy, except for no Herc. But at least I understood -- at last Marta is getting her revenge against me for have sexual standards that didn't include her. She was ruining my relationship with my contractfem! For the next two weeks it was almost a daily show, sometimes with Marta, most often with Thsam. Like before, after the first couple times, just watching didn't do much for me, just leaving me with a desire for revenge. And I already had a pretty good idea of what I was going to do. To each one of them. Hee, hee, hee! First I called my legalmouth and transmitted the evidence, and gave him the timeline for action. As far as Pussy was concerned, everything would go down at the same time. For Marta and Thsam, I had other plans. That afternoon while Pussy was still out, I rang up Marta. She seemed very wary, like she was maybe expecting me to be really mad about something. But I didn't reveal anything. In fact, I told her that I had just gotten back in town, and wanted to meet with her about a possible new business venture that I thought might be "risk/reward favorable." That was what Marta had called our big profit runs, usually because we were flexing the local laws. In other words, smuggling. She agreed to meet me at the S'Port in an hour. "The Spacer's Den" was where we usually met at the S'Port. Its typical of the sort of rundown joints that the spacer crews go to from here to AlphaCent. Most of its "kli-entelle" are either old retired spacers caging firejuice and telling stories about the old days, or spacers like me looking to replace crews, who aren't too picky about their certs from the Spacers Guild. I winked at the bartend SlippryMick, who knew me well, and took a booth in the very back, where it is darkest and close to the rear exit. I was planning on using both of those facts at my meeting with Marta. I'd talked to SlippryMick earlier, and he was ready to do his part. Marta came in and when her eyes adjusted to the low lights, she saw me waving at the back of the bar. She put her face down, so no one would recognize her, and came back. She loved the cloak and dagger stuff, so when we had a dicey cargo going, she would really get into the spirit of the thing. She sat down, and we began by lying about our recent exploits. I lied about fighting off the "salvagers", she lied about the deals she put together. Just like old times. I ordered us a couple firejuices, which SlippryMick put down in front of us before retreating to the bar. Marta figured that the real business talk would begin now, after we took a few slugs. I spun a great lie about a cargo of stolen merch worth millions of credits that we would run past SpacNav to one of the forbidden planets, and laid out how we could get away with it. She was smiling (or as near as she could get to a smile with that ugly mug of hers,) and nodding at the thought, probably calculating profits and wondering how she could steal some of mine. And then the clincher for the thing, that convinced her that this was really on the wrong side of the law. "Marta," I said, "I was wrong to turn such a sexy beast like you down, and that if you take the job, I 'll bang you in all of your holes every night. Hell," I told her, " I'll even do oralsex on you, if you join up!" She was really smiling now. I could tell that the drug in her drink was kicking in and her judgement was going right out the window. That was when I offered to show her the "new" ship. We slipped out the back way, so no one saw us together. Well, it was a new ship it just wasn't mine. It was a new autonav, no crew required, long hauler, getting ready for a two-year each way haul, taking bulk ore to some forsaken place to be processed. And as I took Marta in to show her the "crew quarters", it was clear that the drugs that SlippryMick had put into her drink were fully kicked in. Although there was no "crew" on this ship, there was a small crew area for techs who go on the initial trials to make sure that everything is working. It was one of these that I opened for Marta. A bed, toilet, shower, auto feeders, vids to play dvChips, everything you needed to survive in space was supplied in the room. Marta was looking at ol' Herc with lust in her eyes, She asked, "Hey, big boy, hows about a sample of the things to come right now. You know, Thsam has two penis..iss..iss," she kinda stuttered, "but neither one is as big and thick around like your cute feller!" I told her, "Sure, just get out of your coveralls and get into bed, and I'll be there in a sec." In her stupefied condition, she was buck naked in a flash, lying on the bed, legs spread, looking as tantalizing as a hog in heat. I grabbed her togs, backed out of the cabin, and shut and locked the door on my way out. She was too plastered to notice for a couple of minutes, and by then I was out of the ship passing the tech who was shutting the outer hatches. In about two minutes, Marta would be in space, alone on the ship for the next four years. I had paid some hefty bribes to arrange this, a punishment equal to putting her in solitary confinement for four solStandard years. After a couple of days the doors to her room would unlock, and she was fixed with plenty of food and water for the duration. Just no company -- no Herc, no Thsam. In four years I would imagine she would wear her fingers to the nub getting herself off, if she didn't go crazy first. One down, two to go. That afternoon, I "accidentally" ran into Thsam. "Hey Thsam, ol' buddy, lets take a ride." I almost felt sorry for Thsam. He wasn't real high IQ, and didn't really understand humo culture, but he had stuck his peni in the wrong places. "Sure thing, Herc," he said, as he cheerfully jumped into my localTrans. Not enough brains to be worried. Probably didn't even remember boffing Pussy, or maybe he didn't remember that Pussy was MY fem. He stared out the viewport with a big, stupid grin on his face. We ended up back at the S'Port, but where the local yachts are berthed. Of course, he wasn't conscious by then; a quick narconeedle and he was out, and stuffed into a container, and aboard my little moonrunner. I told the S'Port master that I was just taking a quick turn around the local moon to test out some repairs, and he wished me a pleasant day. I wasn't even gone for four solStandard hours. On the far side of the moon, I opened the hidden smuggler's hatch to the cold vacuum of space for about two minutes, just long enough to make some freeze-dried Thsam. Its amazing how much water some of us contain, and Thsam could fit in an old coffee can when he was fully dried out. In fact, with a little creative folding, he DID fit into an old coffee can. I thought that would make a perfectly wonder present for Pussy -- Thsam in a can! Now to deal with Pussy. When I returned to my abodeunit, Pussy was there waiting. She seemed happy to see me, and had made one of my favorite dinners -- Hamalot Chops with potubers loaded with fattyyellow. With a little red fermentGrape on the side, it was a wonderful meal, and put us both in the mood for sex. It seems that when I took Pussy's anus cherry the night before, she had an epiphany. So she sucked me, and I fucked both of her vaginas to orgasms, and she was begging me to lube her up again, and give it to her big up the back. I velclasped her to the SexHerHere chair, with her ass in the air, and spanked her little purple ass until it was glowing, and I'll be damned if she didn't orgasm at that as well! She was primed tonight! I got lots of vids of her on the chair to put on the 'net later, and then I lubed her up and spent the rest of the night fucking her ass. She loved it, and I almost weakened and wondered if I should keep her and ignore that she had broken our contract. So I feigned sleep the next morning until Pussy decided to go out and do a little shopping. She left me a little vidNote telling me what she was buying -- restocking our lube supplies, picking up some KeepEmUp pills for me, along with some instoEnergy bars. I had to admire the fems ambition and libido. As soon as she left though, I was out of bed and setting my plan for revenge in motion. First I checked with my legalmouth to make sure all of the eforms were filed. He had gotten a contract judge to make a prelim finding that Pussy had broken our contract, so now it was in my hands what I wanted to do. Ah, the harsh hand of revenge. First I cut off Pussy's access to our Credit. She would find that her thumbprintID and the VisMastCredChip wasn't worth a microCredit anymore. The openCodes for my abodeunit were immediately changed. Pussy's name disappeared from all of our joint records. The code of my portaCaller was changed, so that if Pussy called, she would be directed to my legalmouth and told not to contact me directly. It was as if we had never had a contract at all. I almost wept just thinking about the completeness and finality of what I was doing. I was no wimp, I wouldn't be coldcuckled (to use the ancient term,) but I couldn't see where my life would go without my Pussy! Of course, havoc almost immediately ensued. Pussy was on her way out the exit of the BuyYrDrugs store when the goodCredit signal started flashing BAD!BAD!BAD! and the roboSecurity units grabbed her. Within minutes the local law had shown up to take her into custody -- fraudulent use of credit is highly frowned on around here. Don't ever get killed, they take forever to show up, but credit fraud -- that's serious! Since Pussy's credit had been cut, her portaCaller wouldn't work, so she found herself in lockup with her single (city funded) cellcontact. She tried me, but it went directly to my legalmouth. Per my instructions, when she called, he told her to sit tight (like, what else was she going to do,) and he would arrive at the speed of light. A couple of hours later, he showed up. My legalmouth is nothing to brag about, just another robo functionary who got sent to LegalMouthUni. But he does what he's told, he's there 24/7, and a robo is much cheaper than a humo. He took my vid evidence with him to show Pussy, to let her know about how she had broken our contract, and my ticker. He showed her the prelim judgement that gave me the right to null our contract right then and there. Pussy had some other ideas. I guess it's not always wise to let your fem sit around in a cube in the lockup getting pissed off. When the cellContact came thru, it was my legalmouth. "Herc," came his tinny little voice, " I am recommending as your established legalmouth that you should listen to something Pussy has to say." He had recorded it and sent it hiSpeed to me. He repeated it again, "Herc, this is legal advice: you really should listen to what Pussy has to say before you make any final decision!" Really. Hmmm.... Even I could read between those lines. I would listen. I told the stereoVid to run, and there was Pussy, barely able to keep from crying. It was what I expected. "Dearest Herc, I am soooo sorry that I broke our contract. You are the only sentient being who I love; what happened between Marta and Thsam and I was only a little interspecies experimentation. I promise you that I will never make such a stupid breech of contract again." Blah, blah, blah. I almost turned it off. But then Pussy's claws showed. "Remember another thing," she said, with those lovely almond shaped eyes suddenly looking rather hard, "that a contractfem can't be made to testify against her contractmale. And that would be a really good thing if the authorities ever became aware of that load that you ran to planet XXXXX, or that container of XXXXXX you sold on XXXXXX. I think that they still have the death penalty for anyone found trading that." She went on like that for a couple of minutes. Then she got real quiet and just gave the vidRecorder a rather evil stare. I got the message. In less that 60 seconds, my legalmouth was getting Pussy out of lockup, telling them that it was all a mistake, and that I would make reparations for their time and trouble (groan -- that was going to be expensive!) In less than 120 seconds, Pussy was on her way home, and I was hastily returning the codes to accept her. I never thought that she was paying so much attention to my business affairs! I sat on our couch awaiting Pussy's return with a great deal of anxiety. Which Pussy would come thru the abodedoor, the repentant contract breaker, or a vengeful keeper of embarrassing little details of some of my more, uh, colorful exploits? To my good fortune, when Pussy came into the abode, she saw me sitting there, and with tears in her eyes threw herself at my feet -- well, legs really. She somehow got a hold of my legs in her arms, and put her head into my lap, crying and kissing, and telling me, Herc, I truly, truly love you and only you. What happened with Thsam and Marta was just a sudden impulse; an accident really. Please forgive me!" I was so startled by her actions that at first I couldn't figure out WHAT to do, and then my instincts (mostly my survival instincts) kicked in and there I was patting her back telling her, "There, there, dear, things will be OK. Every contract has its ups and downs and we will find a way to get past the recent unpleasentness." While I was trying to comfort her, she was using her fem wiles and taking complete advantage of my masculine male weaknesses! She had unVelc'd my pants and had Mr. Big in her mouth, doing a simply wondrous job of "hosing the tennis ball" as the ancients called it. Have you ever noticed how hard it is (no pun intended) to say no to a femcreature who is using her mouth on your organ until you are ready to explode? Rest assured, I know I can't. Needless to say, we ended up in that deluxe AeroliftsU mattress in the sleepyroom, and didn't really talk much for the next two hours. Oh well, a mans got to do, etc. When we finally stopped sexing each other and started talking, I discovered that Pussy had in fact been thinking hard during her two hours confined in LockUp. First, to rectify the contract, she proposed that I be given the right up to fourteen times (taking up to a full 24 solStandard hours per instance,) to engage in non-exclusive activities to make up for the period during which Pussy had strayed. In addition, Pussy would pay up to half of any extraordinary expenses that had occurred as a result of my actions upon finding that she had broken the contract. I gently raised the subject of records of any of my activities that may have stretched normal legal interpretations. She did that purring thing again, as she looked up into my eyes. "The copies of the records," (plural copies, I noted,) "are safe in several different locations, and I would never think of releasing them. Unless, of course, you decide to null our contract. Or if anything untoward were to happen to me. Don't worry about those pesky records -- they won't autorelease unless I don't report in for too long." She gave me another one of those meaningful looks of warning. How could she think such a thing? That I might consider harming her -- why I wouldn't hurt a fly! (That ol' coffee can containing Thsam was going adrift the first minute that I was in space again!) But those issues addressed, we had to talk about the pink hefalent in the abodespace -- how could I trust Pussy during those many month trips, while I was busy delivering the lifeblood of galactic commerce to the far corners (and sometimes very disreputable corners) of the known universes? Pussy first explained that one of the problems that contributed to her breaking our contract was that during my extended absences in space, she was bored. Well friend, Pussy had thought that out too, although it required a long-term effort (in total over two solStandard years) and a lot of effort and compromise on both of our parts. Yup. Pussy qualified to be the XO on a long-haul spacer, so that she could, like Ruth in the ancient ChrisBibbl said, "Where the heck you go, by golly I'm coming too." And you know what? It has really worked out. For one thing, remember how Pussy worked for the zaibatus? It turns out that she is much smarter with numbers than Marta ever was, (or maybe Pussy doesn't steal me blind,) so we make more credits on our runs. Pussy also turns out to be better with repairs on the ship that Thsam ever was. And, she is a terror against spacer pirates and "salvagers." After the first couple tried something and Pussy got hold of them, well let's just say that the word spread, and after that all some spacer had to hear was that XO Pussy was onboard, and they were out of there. Who would of thunk it, that sweet little thing. And as for me? Well, I haven't taken advantage of any of the fourteen non-exclusive activities yet, and I doubt that I ever will. You see, Pussy has this strategy about that: with a mouth, two pussies, and an ass, she keeps me so drained during the time that we spend alone in space, that I don't have the energy to even look at another femcreature when we hit dirt. Know what, though? I don't mind; in fact I like it this way! There isn't a spacer with a more satisfied smile on his face in this universe than Herc Manly! (An homage to Harry Harrison's "Stainless Steel Rat" series....)