0 comments/ 20333 views/ 1 favorites The Last Of Hukke's Prisoners By: DarkLordPriapus Reverse speech. In the latter days of Earth, before it exploded into the shards and stones of the new asteroid belt that surrounds the sun in place of the old orbiting planet, the science of reverse speech had been a vanguard of the increasingly peaceful society that had inhabited most countries. For those that may not know, science had discovered that all people, everywhere, spoke two distinct languages simultaneously. One language, the conscious spoken word, is understood with the left brain and the conscious mind; the other, spoken in metaphors and emanating from the right brain, and in reverse, happens simultaneously and is understood subliminally. The information dispensed from the right brain appears in the conscious mind as intuition. One of the benefits of this discovery was the increasing inability for people to lie to each other. There was no way to squelch the intrepidly truthful right brain and as people learned to pick up the intuitive information as second nature, duplicity became impossibility. Conversely, Mother Nature became more and more erratic. As mankind became more ordered and peaceful, the planet frayed at the edges. The whole earth became hotter and hotter each summer, tornadoes became unseasonable and flooding forced entire countries to take up residence with their inland neighbors. The same science that had tamed the devil within mankind could find no answer to the dissolution of the planet. The only answer was to build environmental cones over major cities and huge anti-gravitational complexes beneath the city streets. Once finished, these flying cities lifted off from the bosom of their mother as the inner core of the earth exploded. Only Tokyo, lagging behind the fleeing herd, was caught in the blasting expansion. None of this was any help to me at the moment. I sat in a booth at the local Hoovers, sampling the only beer to be found in the universe and awaiting a to-go plate to be brought to me by the pretty blue skinned waitress. Across from me at my table, with a blaster aimed at my head, sat the bounty hunter known as Gretch. His green head and alien eyes where just a bit too large for the rest of his frame, and his lack of a neck was functional to the extent that his whole upper torso was used to keep him balanced and not helplessly face down in a gutter somewhere. “I know who you are.” he said. “Really? Why don’t you tell me and we’ll both know.” I said sarcastically. I slowly reached for my atomizer beneath the table which I had placed on the seat next to me. The moment was an unusually tense one for me since he not only had the drop on me, but he was also impossible to read. All my right brain reading abilities only helped me with humans, and since humans were now a race thrown far and wide across the galaxy, reverse speech was barely a help when dealing with the “wild west” attitude of aliens in space. “You are the man who destroyed Arnim Hukke and brought down his regime. You are the man with the dragon on his back. A man with a high price on his head.” The aliens’ black eyes hid his intentions as he spoke, but I had the feeling he would rather have brought me into the makeshift remnant of Hukke’s officials in a living state, rather than as a dead husk. “If that were true,” I answered calmly, as I began to grip the trigger on my atomizer, “why in the universe would I come back here to this hell hole of a planet?” “Guilt, perhaps… due to the fact that you helped to create this uncivilized disaster of a society that was once proud and strong.” “The man you’re looking for wasn’t the one who crushed his own people under his heel, now is he? He wasn’t the one who lived in a palace while his people starved.” “Hukke was a hard man….. true, but his people never wanted. They never did without.” “You’re talking about his family, not his people… if I had been this man you’re looking for, I would have assisted the rebel alliance, too… but I certainly wouldn’t be so crazy as to return here, risking my life once again for practically nothing.” He gripped his gun tightly and ordered, “Take off your shirt, human, and prove to me you are not the man with the dragon tattoo.” I nodded as if that would be the easiest thing in the world to do, “Okay….” I said as I made a move like I was going to open my jacket, but instead I raised my atomizer below the table and fired into his midsection. I jerked my shoulders to the right and avoided the ray he shot off involuntarily in response to the disorienting shock of having his stomach and intestines turned to jelly with the loosening of their atomic structure. His eyes spun in his head, and his tongue leapt from his mouth as he hissed a nasty gaseous odor and made a sound like an accordion dying. “GAAAAhhhhhaaaaa!!!” he spat out. His dark eye covers flipped from their positions beneath his eye lids, bouncing and dancing on the table between us and revealed his cross-eyed sky blue irises. The stench from his spilled inner liquids hitting the open floor at our feet rose quickly above the table and made me nauseous. His head slammed down on to the table and he slumped backwards against the wall. Immediately the establishment guards saw his brusk movement and headed through the crowded restaurant for my table, within moments, their black helmeted forms stood high above me expecting some sort of explanation. “Damn! Smell that???” I offered. “He farted and knocked himself out.” I said with disgust. The guards looked under the table and made waving movements like they couldn’t stand the stench either. “Whew!” said one of the guards in an electronically altered voice. “He crapped all over your boots!” “Friggin drunks!” said the other guard. “Help me get him out of here, Tam. Sorry, sir, we’ll get this cleaned up for you.” “How do you let this scum get in here anyway?” I asked. “Have you been out on the street, sir? This whole planet’s crawling with ‘em!” the first guard replied, and they both grabbed Gretch and dragged him to the back door and out into the night. I pulled my feet around to the side of the booth and took a look at the aliens’ spilled blue green insides all over my boots. They were ruined, but I was still alive. I hadn’t expected bounty hunters to be looking for me amidst all this mess almost a year after the war had ended. It seemed like a century ago my ship had swooped in out of nowhere during the final resistance battle and blasted Hukke’s ship into dust just as he was about to deliver a death blow to the rebel fighters. I had gone my separate way, back to my life of illegal hooch trafficking, and me and my partner Crunchy had made quite a profit over the last year operating in a galaxy now over run with disarray and random acts of violence. I’d have to radio Crunchy and warn him to turn on the ship cloak, get the engines rolling so we could take off immediately. My intuition had been nagging me to return here. I didn’t know why …yet. All too often it spoke to me in single syllables and I knew better than to ignore its’ call. Go back to the planet, it had told me. Go. Unfinished business. Go. I had been here only a short time and now my life was in danger once again on this planet. I decided that perhaps the opening of Gretch’s bowels was the final business to be done. I was happy. Now I would leave post haste. I headed out into the night and once on the street I popped open my communicator and notified Crunchy of our immediate departure. I held in my other hand the go plate of the food I had been eating in Hoovers, with the full intention of finishing once I was again on board. Suddenly there was a voice behind me. “Hey, mista…” a pale gray elephant-man looking alien said to me, “you got any change? Maybe some of that food?” He was ragged and malnourished. He also struck a chord inside me that drew me to help him instead of dismiss him… and as I have said, I rarely ignore my intuition. I pulled up my blaster and with a snarl I said, “Get in that alley, muther fucker!” He visibly shook with fear and begged, “No, no …listen, mista… I just wanted to get something to eat…please!” I pushed the blaster to his head and he backed down into the alley. Once we were out of the crowded street and hidden by the darkness, I pulled my blaster down and handed him my to-go plate. “Eat! And make it fast!” I ordered. “I’ll stand by and make sure no assholes try to take this from you.” He looked at me with wild eyed surprise and worry, but he didn’t hesitate to gulp down the food I had given him. I told him, “The gun was just a ruse, to make others think twice about following us….. you get it?” “MMM-hmmm!” he responded while seeming to “die” under the effects of hot food going down his pipe once again, perhaps for the first time in a long time. Suddenly there was a voice behind me – a decidedly female voice. “Hold it right there!” the voice demanded. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” I turned and was dumbfounded by the sudden vision of an incredibly sexy and beautiful girl. She was about 5-5 and 98 pounds, but built like a brick shit house. Standing there at the mouth of the alley she had her fists resting on her hips and her chin thrust forward with all the confidence of someone who had either faced down many a man with a blaster, or someone who was looking to have another person escort them violently to the next life time. Her wavy dark red hair flowed down her back and over her shoulders and she wore a halter top dress with huge blue and white alternating vertical stripes. The material was something I had seen only on soldiers who went on long missions into uninhabitable war zones. The material was a rubbery consistency, like that of a squid, but it fed and cared for it’s wearer like a living barometer that measured the nutritional and physical needs of it s owner and then, like a topical agent, it supplied or fixed what ever problems it was designed to diagnose. I hypothesized that the girl must be wearing it to feed herself, for she was just a bit bony and far too brave to have lasted here on this hell hole of a planet for too long with only a dress made of some soldiers outfitting. “Hey, lady…” I protested. “I was just feeding him…” She hurried over to where we were and looked down at the alien who had now sunk down to the street and seemed to be passing out. “Do you see what you’ve done? You bastard!” “What the hell happened to him?? He was just eating ….” “He can’t eat everything you and I can…. He’s not like a human!” “Hey, good point.” I surmised. “What the hell are you doing here anyway? I didn’t think humans were this far out.” Ignoring me she crouched down to lift the alien to his feet. “Don’t worry about me, help me get him up!” In my intuition, the word “Valkyrie” popped into my thoughts. I was intrigued, it had been sometime since I had read right brain speech, and I was glad to still have the talent. Then the word “Wounded” sprang up. I crouched with her and we both took an alien arm and lifted him to his feet. She had very little strength and I had to carry the alien on my side with most of his weight, which actually, wasn’t that much anyway. I looked across the aliens’ head to the beauty on the other side as we made our way out of the alley and down the street. She was incredible! Chiseled cheeks and ruby red lips, the large soulful eyes were dark, and their color evaded me in the night . But the intention behind them was both intense and fearless…. Or at least that what it appeared to be at first glance. She struggled greatly with her side of the alien, not being in the best physical shape herself, huffing and puffing as we worked our way to some unknown destination. But she didn’t complain …. And it touched me somewhere deep inside my own being that this strange, beautiful girl would so risk her life and safety for another species. What the hell was she doing here????? We made our way about a block or so and entered an old rotted husk of a building. Once inside the musty and dark place I could see beings of other species all laying out on the floors and beds in a great mass of homeless and starving life. This was some sort of shelter for these people, and no doubt, I had just met the director. Setting the alien down on a couch, I turned to her and said, “Listen, I can fix this. My atomizer can re-assemble him good as new. It’ll be like nothing ever happened to him.” “Bull-shit!” she spat out. “Do I look stupid? You’ve done enough! Now please go back to whatever sadistic planet you came from and leave these poor people alone!” I grabbed her shoulders and pushed my nose into her face. “Hey, shut the fuck up! Watch what I can do, before I knock your silly ass out!” She backed away from me visibly shaken and wary eyed. I pulled out my blaster and adjusted the settings. With a breathless voice she almost whispered to me, “Please, don’t kill these people…. They are mine to take care of. Do what you want to me, but leave them be.” “Why?” I asked aiming the blaster at the elephant-man. “Why doesn’t it matter what happens to you?” “My life story is none of your concern.” She replied looking off into some distant, imaginary world. But in my intuition the word “Fault” popped forward. I fired the blaster at elephant-man and his atomic structure began to loosen and divide, he turned into a bee-like swarm of loose and flowing matter. After a few seconds, I lowered the blaster and he returned to solid flesh. The whole time the girl stood there with her hands over her mouth and her eyes fearful and worried about the outcome of my actions. When he suddenly rolled over and sat up, seemingly in the best health of his life… she almost collapsed. She fell backwards against the nearby wall and stuttered, “That’s …. That’s not possible!!!!!” Elephant man turned to me, he was wild eyed and looking quite healthy, he too, was amazed that he could once agin feel this way. “You….you did that???” he said to me. “I feel like I could ramp the forniglad once again!!!” I supposed this meant something to him, something like a great ability his people enjoy on his home world which he was no longer privy to. “Yeah,” I said. “You could go do that now…whatever that is…” The girl grabbed hold of my arm and said, “How many of these people can you restore like that?” “With enough power, I could restore them all. But I can’t fix the hell hole they live in. Eventually they will return to their former state.” I said matter of factly. She nodded her understanding and scanned the rest of the fallen homeless in the room. “I know just what you mean.” She whispered. While she stood there I took a liberty and caught a look at those magnificent gams of hers that flowed out from under the rubber dress. They were quite nice, all shapely and muscled. Even the feet in her dirty sandals were finely shaped and very female. Was I a person who liked feet all that much, it might have been enough for me to get a hard on, but her legs were good enough to get me feeling a bit randy…. Oh, and of course the wonderfully rounded cleavage of her breasts was fully on display also. I wanted her in the worst kind of way… but I had to ask my self a question: Who in this hell hole was she showing legs and cleavage to? “Where’s you husband?” I asked her. She looked down and away from me, “I don’t have any family….anymore” she said. I put my hand under her chin and lifted her eyes to mine, which I could now see in the dim light were a kind of hazel color, but there was a great sadness behind them. “What kind of girl are you, “I asked with concern, “that approaches strange men with blasters in dark alleys and dresses like a dance hall girl for no reason at all?” “It doesn’t matter what happens to me….” She seemed to repeat with an air of finality that began to give me chills. “What HAS happened to you?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Nothing that shouldn’t …” she said with all the conviction of a martyr. In my mind the word “Dress” popped forward. “Lift up your dress,” I ordered her. She looked at me with indignity, “Are you out of your mind???” Then the word “MAKE” came forward. I grabbed her upper arm and dragged her into a back room, she protested the whole way. Once there I spun her around and pointed the blaster straight at her. “Undress!” I ordered or I will leave these people with no one to care for them!” “I hate you for this!” she spat. Just then the elephant-man came running into the back room in a huff. “Mista! Mista! No, don’t hurt her… she cares for us all!! I beg ya!!” “Okay,……..” I said to him, “tell me why she puts herself out to be killed ……or worse the way she does!” She gave him an angry look, “Tell him nothing, Crayt! He mustn’t know!” He hesitated between us and I lifted the blaster to her head. “Okay! Okay!” he said with his hands up in a surrender gesture, “She gets raped all the time, beaten up and left for dead… but she’s all we have defending us.” “Not much of a defense,” I commented. I fired the atomizer at her dress and she tried to back away against the wall to avoid the inevitable. The material buzzed and flowed and then disappeared. She tried vainly to cover herself with her hands but it was to no avail. “OOOOOHHH… you bastard!” she groaned. I lifted up the blaster next to my head and focused on her loins for a better look. She had been savagely violated. Her lovely round hips seemed ready to give birth with their shape and curves, but her inner body was black and blue with abuse… not to mention some dark splotches of matter which I had no clue to what they might have been. Her inner thighs, up near her sex, where veined with bruises. “Good God, girl!” I said with amazement. “You’ve allowed this, haven’t you?” “AAAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!” she frustratingly groaned as she slowly sat on the filthy floor in an attempt to hide the rest of herself from me. Her eyes refused to meet mine, and she tucked her chin down on her chest. Elephant-man stepped up next to me and begged, “Please mista, she ain’t done no wrong to be treated like this! I nodded. “Don’t worry, my friend, I have the blaster for this job.” I said raising my gun to take another aim at the huddled mass of girl before me. She stuck out her hand to me with out looking up and pleaded, “NOOOO!! You mustn’t!!!! You can’t!!!” “I’ve had enough of this crap!” I said, impatient with the pity party, and I atomized her nude form. She swirled and churned in a loose conflagration of atoms and then after a few seconds, I returned her to solid form. “Wow! Mista! You done good!” elephant-man said patting me on the back, he was obviously delighted at the improvements my “re-booting” of the girl had made. She stood from her crouched position, looking at her own hands and then her now beautiful clean female parts. She was now full-bodied, about twenty pounds heavier and filled out. She wore the weight well, and her color was a wonderfully healthy hue. Her face was no longer chiseled and bony but now had a healthy roundness, her breasts were pert and fresh looking, nicely rounded and their nipples pointed out and slightly up. Her tummy was magnificently flat and had that athletic look of a gymnast. The legs were toned and powerful, they gave her all the symmetry of a race horse, and I bet she could have out run one right about now. But the most startling change was the bright shine in her eyes. Re-booting will do that to you…. The body, mind and spirit are all re-made. A person is truly born again, ……but without having to go through the embarrassing childhood. She looked inwardly with wonder and said, “My God! It’s like it was all a distant dream! I … I can’t feel the pain anymore!!! I can’t feel anything but …..but the best I have ever felt!” The Last Of Hukke's Prisoners I reached out my hand to her, “Let me take you away from all this! Come with me to my ship!” “Oh, no! I couldn’t…..are you kidding??? What about these people??” “We’ll find a place for them…. I know a planet… and we’ll come back!” I said smiling. My intuition rang in with the words “Take her!” and in my inner self I knew this was just the thing to do. I snapped open my communicator and radioed Crunchy, “Beam us in, Crunchy! Now!” I grabbed her hand before she could protest, and we both evaporated from the small room. Chapter Two The trip had been largely uneventful. Cassandra, the girl I had rescued had taken a small room in the back of my ship to get some healthy sleep once she had gone down with some of the high end goodies I kept on board, stolen from some of the best kitchens in the galaxy. Crunchy and I left her alone to continue the healing process that good food and sleep will give you beyond the atomizer re-boot. When we finally landed on Baradaran, a planet untouched and glorious in its natural beauty, I walked back to the room to get her initial reaction and I was taken aback by a sight I had not seen in a good long time. She stood before the closet mirror. She was completely nude. Admiring herself and studying the new body she now possessed, she didn’t notice my presence. I watched as she pulled her hair above her head, revealing her supine neck. It was a bit longer than I would have figured and had a muscled white symmetry that gently sloped from her softly rounded shoulders. The space just under her ear above the curve in her jaw had light wavy hairs that caressed her throat and called to me for that area to be kissed and sucked. With her arms up and over her head, her upper back formed a wonderful triangular shape that smoothly tapered down into a smallish waist. The muscles beneath the skin flowed and gently rippled as she held up her hair. The little spot in the center of her back had a small dip and seemed to be the connecting point between her upper beauty and the lower area of her form. I think one of the things that I always marveled at about this area of a woman’s body was the unexpected presence of dimples placed horizontally just under her waist and fixed at the top of each erotically shaped buttock. How could they have dimples there? I can understand the dimples in a sunshine smile, but on her backside? Ah well… ours is not to wonder why I supposed. Fortunately, dimples weren’t the only thing Cassandra carried in her arsenal of female whiles. She had a great ass. Her hips were shaped like a woman who is ripe to give birth. It was like they called out to me: Come fill us with babies!!! The whole form was capped off with two delicious half moons of firmly curved buttock cheeks that would make a man know he was definitely straight. Oh, the thoughts that ran through my mind just looking at her shifting ass cheeks as she moved gently back and forth!!! I’ve mentioned the racehorse legs, with the powerful and yet sleek loveliness, but how often does a man tell you about the bow behind a woman’s knee? Can there be anything beautiful contained in the slight skin folding of a woman’s rear leg that would add to a man’s sexual attraction? Well, let me put it to you this way… try going completely without food for three days straight…. Then have some junk food hamburger and see if it isn’t ambrosia of the gods to you. Yeah, I been hard up…. But let me tell you, the fold of a knee and the curve of a healthy calf tapering into an Achilles tendon have never looked better. If I had known this re-boot technology years ago, I would have opened a business and made every woman the statuesque goddess I now saw before me. Hating to break the moment, I stepped into the room from my hidden place in the hallway. “Really love yourself now, don’t you?” I said jokingly. With a start she turned to face me. She didn’t try to cover herself. She didn’t show any form of shame or embarrassment. Instead, she stood tall and proud before me, her swollen breasts were capped with stanch nipples that pointed forward and slightly up. My first thought was of an Olympic athlete. ”I just want to thank you….: she said with great appreciation. “Even my inner turmoil is like a childhood dream. I can’t recall the pain.” She was so pure at this moment, so honest and totally woman…. Both vulnerable and powerful at the same time that I just couldn’t hold back. I walked straight up to her and pulled her toward me by her waist. I crushed my mouth to her bee stung, ruby lips and pushed my tongue deep into her mouth. She hummed and grasped my tongue between her teeth; I felt her gently and gratefully suck. Her hands were in my hair stroking me. Her hips were grinding against my loins. My Johnson was up and ready and pushing itself out of my underpants. I knew she could feel the wave of lust and sex between us. How long it had been for either one of us! Her complete co-operation and lack of distance was completely fogging my mind and I returned her gyrating with some thrusting of my own. We stood together in the room fondling and caressing, kissing and biting, stroking and inserting while she was still nude and I was still in my flight suit until I felt the weakness in my arms and legs. The flood of hormones in a man’s blood that makes him helpless in the face of his own good sense. I pulled back from her and grabbed her by the wrist. Without a word, I led her down the hall and out of the gang plank into the awaiting atmosphere of Baradaran. “Are you sure you want to go outside?” She asked. “Oh, yeah!” I replied. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it in front of God and the whole freaking universe!” The morning was new and fresh. A bright blue sky opened up before us and was cautiously illuminated by the burgeoning white sun. All around us were fields and trees both far and near, and the surrounding mountain scape that led one’s eye far off into the distance. Its peaks lightly snow capped and its body mapped with foliage both dark and green reflecting the shadows thrown by the light of a new day. The long grass at her feet reached her mid ankle and she slowly walked from the undercarriage of the ship out into the field before us. Her long red hair lightly flitted with a short breeze and I watched as her bosom rose with her taking of a deep, clean breath. With her back to me she said, “Are there any animals? Any inhabitants who won’t want us here?” I stood transfixed; her form was darkened with shadow as she was framed in the light of the sun. I thought to myself, holy crap! What have I done here? “No. No animals. No inhabitants. It’s a completely untouched planet. See the sun? It’s white because there is no smog. The eco system is completely plant oriented and…..” I tried to continue but she then did something that completely surprised me again. With a girlish giggle she took off running like a shot. Arms flung wide in the air, she flew across the grass toward some unknown destination. I watched as if she were moving in slow motion and noticed every finely shaped muscle in her haunches, every lovely flap of her fiery hair. She moved with a grace and beauty and power only seen in the most majestic animals of old earth. She was woman. Curvy. Powerful. Pubescent. Catlike. ……Eve. I groaned slightly as I knew I would have to follow her, but my upper arms and thighs were full of hormones that felt like lactic acid and my brain was a bit fogged from all the frottage. I had forgotten all about how a woman could do this to me. I was both happy to be reminded and annoyed at having to run after her. I started slowly and followed her in a trot in a direction she had disappeared to over a nearby grassy ridge. It wasn’t easy. I reached the ridge and surveyed the landscape around me; she was nowhere to be seen. She wasn’t in any trouble, or danger….but I was so hard and it was so tough to run in that condition…. and damn it! I wanted to fuck!!! I stood there breathing hard and scanning the gaps of the landscape filled with tall, mossy trees that then opened with large green and yellow fields of foliage and planting foods. The mountains stood over us like immense silent gods, their age unknown but suggested by the silver snow caps on their heads. Scaling them would take a couple of weeks on foot, and if you were into that sort of thing could give a man a true sense of accomplishment once you had climbed above the clouds on foot. The fields could be rows and rows of flowers or some type of vegetating plant whose fruit were untouched by insect or pesticide and could be eaten whole heartedly without fear of reprisal. I took a deep breath, preparing to let my voice travel across the wide open expanse of the glorious land before me. “Casssaaaaannnnnddrrrraaaaa!!!!!” I called out with the loudest voice I could muster. My voice rang and echoed over field and dale. The breeze caressed my face in response. I heard the faint sound of female giggling. I turned forty five degrees and noticed movement among a grove of fruiting trees far off to my right. I saw her move again and headed out to meet her. She had made good progress, those young, powerful legs and newly remade lungs had allowed her to run more than a half a mile in practically no time at all. When I reached her spot beneath an apple tree, she was not even out of breath. Impishly she giggled at me and was devouring a huge red apple she had picked from a low hanging branch. “Can we eat this fruit?” She asked me with a bit of a mischievous look in her eye. Huffing and puffing for breath I leaned over and put my hands on my knees and said, “Yes…… (pant)…..(pant)…… eat all you want. No bugs. No contaminants. No disease. ……..No rules.” She made sloppy smacking sounds as she devoured the apple. She picked another and walked toward me and offered me a fresh, huge red one. “C’mon,” she began with an apple juice covered smile, “you know you want it.” “Sorry, love,” I said catching my breath, “we’re not talking about the same thing.” I reached out to grab her and pull her to me, but her naked ass turned suddenly and ran off into the grove. I slammed the apple she had given me into the ground and cursed. “Damn!” I reached another ridge on the other side of the grove and noticed the land dropped down to a river at a steep grade. My little naked nymph was happily splashing and running through a shallow yet briskly running stream, she then hopped over to the other side and disappeared into another grove of trees and brush. I went after her. The grove had high trees that kept the ground below dark and muddy with brief grass, it was a bit cooler, also. Cassandra’s naked feet left shallow and definite prints for me to follow. At the other end of the grove was a huge field of tall daisies. The field rolled and pitched for what must have been a mile or so toward the west, buttressed by more trees on both sides and what appeared to be a wild corn field to my left. In front of me, several miles away, stood the foot of a great mountain cascading up into the sky like a huge penis with an expanding base. I walked forty yards or so to the dark figure within the daisies. She was crouching on her haunches in the tall flowers, the female curve of her hip prominently on display. Her breasts were pendant. She was picking long stemmed daisies from the group in front of her and placing the long stems in various places in her hair. Naked and flowered as she was, I felt my cock almost push through my pants at her vision. I opened my pants before her and let them drop to my feet. I used my shoes to pull my feet out of first one then the other and stepped from the bundle of clothes. My underwear followed and my penis sprang free in all its masculine virility. She remained in her position among the daisies, silently watching me. Her lips were slightly parted in breathy lust, her eyes were frozen on my male organ tilting and growing in the morning breeze, tops of the nearby daisies tickled my testicles. She turned on her heels and pointed her breasts at me, her chin was raised in greeting, her eyes were filed with knowing allowance. I had seen this look before, many years ago and it gave me the power to rip open my jacket top and toss it to the ground in one movement. “Don’t go anywhere,” I told her. “I have to fuck you now!!!” I dropped down into the daisies with her, naked as a jay bird and went to reach for her succulent body. She sprang up with a gasp and backed a foot away. A little angry and fed up I looked up at her with incredulity. Her eyes were wild and confused. “What???? What now????” I demanded. “Dragon.” She whispered. “What???” “Dragon on your back.” She whispered again. Understanding, I stood and calmly explained, “It’s a tattoo. Just a work of art. Remember tattoos?” For a silent moment the breeze passed between us. Daisies brushed my thigh. My cock began to wilt. “I was told stories,” She began. “Stories of a man who came from out of the sky with a dragon on his back…..” “Oh, ….. yeah……um… what’s your feeling about all that? I mean…. before we fuck…” I said trying my best not to trip over any land mines in the conversation. “The man with the dragon….. killed my father.” She said as she spoke from a dream. “Hukke was your father????” I said with shock. “Hukke was HUMAN????” “Although,” I continued. “I suppose that explains a lot……” She stood there regarding me without a word. I watched her silently for a long moment not really knowing just what to do in the unexpected situation. I stiffened my back and let my cock go limp. “Yeah, It was me. And I would kill the bastard again.” I said with a confirming nod of my head. I turned to locate my jacket where I had thrown it, ready to get dressed and head back to the ship, figuring that the moment had been lost forever and all the mountains and daisy fields in the world could not bring it back. But she surprised me again. Before I could turn, she grabbed my hand and placed my palm over the sandy brownish-red patch of her triangle. Her eyes were loving and inviting, her vagina moist on my palm. I pulled her to me crushing her heaving beast to mine and kissed her roughly, hungrily. Sloppy saliva and apple juices ran down our cheeks and necks. Her arms were tight around my neck and holding me with all the strength of earthling womanhood she could summon. I grabbed her ass and picked her up off of her feet and slammed her down in the daisies. We were blind. We were rutting animals. My nostrils filled with the smell of her female sex and her warm toned body seemed to meld with my own. Tongues and teeth swirled and clacked together and even in brief moments of pain we continued our heated devouring of each other. The wafting smell of daises being crushed beneath us as we rolled and tossed in the field mixed with the fleshy, clean smell of her body as we became one in movement, mind and soul. I hadn’t even noticed at first, but my cock was hard and tight and searching for entrance between her thighs, it left light trails of pre-cum moistness on her lower belly and in the down of her mons. I gleefully left her hungry, sucking mouth and buried my face in her ample breasts. They heaved and swelled around my cheeks. I ran my tongue over the firm yet squishy ballooness of her mammaries and I bit and sucked the marvelous dark nipples. She moaned beneath me, her eyes closed in orgasmic bliss. “OOOhhhhh!!!! OOOOOhhhhh!!! Fuuuuuccckkkk!!!” I moved further down and ran my tongue over her flat belly, down to her waiting quim. With a huge thrust my tongue filled her sexual cavity and I drew it back and forth within her sex. Her thighs squirmed aside my cheeks and she tossed and fretted in the daisies. “No!Noooooo!!! OOOHHHH!!!! MY GOD!!!!! NO! Don’t stop!!!! She commanded. She tasted surprisingly good. There had been a few times in my sexual life I believed women filled their sex with a bottle of ammonia before going to bed, but not this time. My newly remade woman was remarkably strawberry sweet and it was no work to remain in her lovely temple gnawing and licking the swollen bud of her desire. “Pleaaaasse!!! Pleasseeee!!” She begged, squirming all the while. I laughed at her and continued to over stimulate her engorged lips and bud, purplish with desire and soaked with saliva, sweat and vaginal juices. Her hands clawed and pulled at my scalp. She no doubt had come to realize who was in control at this point and couldn’t bring her self to prevent me from sending her over the edge into a screaming orgasmic conflagration. “OHHHHH!!!! OOOOOOHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAGGGHHH!!” She screamed with all the lung power she could pull forth. Her orgasm screams echoed from off the side of the mountain and I could hear them mixing together and fading and growing like some insane hallucination from somewhere far off. I smiled to myself as I licked and chewed her bud, refusing to release my little love muffin from her pleasure and pain experience. I didn’t need to look up from her soaked and hot to the touch vagina, for there was no one to hear her womanish sexual cries as they bounced off the side of the nearby mountain. She was all mine. I was all hers. When I finally did get up to my knees, she was breathing extremely hard. Her chest was heaving up and down like she had just run a marathon without stopping. Her skin was reddish with flush. Her face was contorted like a little girl who had just been scolded and punished. Her mouth was pulled down in an angry scowl, she also bit into a nail on one of her fingers which seemed to hang loosely from her teeth. The other hand was above her head on the ground, its fist tightly closed. She puffed and snorted at me like a frustrated bull. I marched on my knees over her upper chest and directed my now fully extended member at that angry mouth. She grabbed my shaft with little hesitation with both hands and fed my male length into her hungry orifice. She sucked it down like Crayt had sucked down his hot meal I had given him in the alley. “MMMMM!!! MMMmnnhhh!” She hummed as she closed her eyes and pumped my throbbing maleness with her oral cavity. I got achingly sensitive almost immediately and I had to bend over and grab her soft head of hair with my clenched fists in order to keep from cumming too soon. I grimaced and began to swing my hips back and forth to fuck her sucking mouth. Her saliva covered my shaft and the usually tight and short curlies of my base were now wet and elongated down my shaft. A true testament to her voracious and complete female need to milk me at all costs. After a long moment of fellatio I could feel the point of no return coming deep within my nuts. There would be no turning back once I had reached this point, and with a girl so fully in her best health and myself feeling my age and limitations, I knew I would be no good for a second round of this if I exploded down her throat instead of inside her sex. “No! No!” I said pulling out of her mouth and squeezing the base of my cock with my thumb and forefinger. “Roll over on your hands and feet.” She nodded her agreement with quick motions and turned around and lifted her haunches toward me. The baboon like movement was just too much. I pushed my aching head into her deep cunt and held it there inside of her hips for a long moment. My hands were on either side of her heart shaped backside and for a brief moment I realized I had just accomplished one of my first fantasies about her and me during sweet animal coupling. I placed my thumbs in the recesses of her dimples and suddenly realized another thing : I now had a firmer grip on her rear end due to the ready made indentations of her skin. I laughed to myself, yeah…. yeah I have a better grip this way!!! She looked over her shoulder and up at me as I rode her back and forth. A huge smile was stretched across her face and she tossed and threw her hair wildly as she experienced totally wild and circumstance free sex. My thighs slapped her ass and their sound began to also echo off of the mountain. As her cries of pleasure mixed with the foreign smacking and fleshy rapping noises of our coitus, her pussy lips grabbed me tightly. Very tightly. I knew she would hold me there until insemination had occurred, after all, the head of my cock was not just shaped to shovel out the semen of other males who may have mated with her before me, it was also designed to lock against the ridges of tightly squeezed vaginal inner lips whose job it was to hold a male until the job was done. I didn’t want out anyway, but I knew I’d have to be soft again to do so, and I’d have to empty my balls into her in order for that to happen. But it was okay, really…. I couldn’t complain. The Last Of Hukke's Prisoners I stiffened my back and threw my head backward as I looked up into the bright, cloudless sky. I had reached the point and willingly let my effluence flow into her. I let out a long cry of satisfaction straight into the morning sky and felt the cool breeze run across my naked chest causing the sweat soaked skin to tingle and feel like freezing ice. I pumped and pumped and emptied until every last drop had been released within her. Beneath me, on the ground, her ass still up in the air, her face buried in the flattened daisies; Cassandra clutched and clawed the ground. She purred and hummed and her chest heaved gently as she came down from her mind blowing orgasm. I slapped her hip and rolled her over on her side. I joined her in reclining in the daisies. I pulled her to me, her eyes still closed, but her attitude was supplicant and loving. We clutched and pressed our naked bodies together. We weren’t just together physically, we had transcended that. I felt as if I could see within her, as if the real person I was with wasn’t just boobs and ass and cunt but some mystical, powerful and sexual spiritual being. It’s hard to describe that moment, so foreign is it to anything that happens from day to day experience, but I could have sworn, as we lay together under the daisies, their tops gently swaying in the breeze above us, the warm sun coating and relaxing us; that I wasn’t just with her but around her. Around her like a shell, and she ….. she was deep inside of me. When I awoke, the sky was bright pink and purple and long shafts of light reached from behind shadowed clouds and across the sky. It was like a light explosion frozen in time and space. I looked over at the mountain as I held the sweet Cassandra in my arms, and saw the long shadows from trees and foliage cast across its face, no need to wonder how long we had been there. Undisturbed. Man and woman, nude on the ground. My communicator, somewhere in the daisies was beeping in small chirps and I made a face at having to get up. Crunchy had been told to leave me alone with the girl for as long as possible. He knew my plans for her sweet folds. But it was now late evening, and I was sure he was wondering if we had fallen off a cliff or some such thing. And in a way, that was sort of true. But this kind of cliff falling was always the best, and quite survivable. “Cassie….” I whispered in her lovely small ear. “I know,” she whispered back. “I can hear the communicator.” In my mind the words I Love You flashed. “Let me go speak with Crunchy…” I requested, patting her on the butt so she would allow me to get up. She gave me a startled look, as though she had received some message in what I had just said other than the one I had intended. Her eyes glazed over and she bit her lower lip. Damn that reverse speech thing. Reluctantly, I rose and found my device. I told Crunchy we’d be back to the ship soon and we were fine. Cassie and I sat silently for a long time holding each other, watching the surrounding landscape turn dark black against the fading pink, purple and deep blue of the sky. Once it was dark, and we were getting too cool from the night air, we kissed long and hard and then returned to the ship. I stood at the edge of the grove, the one with the tall trees at the edge of the daisy field, watching my 14 year old daughter scamper around in her white silk linen dress. Her long wavy blonde locks flowed in the breeze as she bent and picked long stems from the flowers and placed them haphazardly within her flaxen locks. It was then that I had suddenly realized that the title of this story was not just about Cassandra. Crayt and the rest of the homeless had been brought here long ago; they had built privacy houses within the cool grove, atop the muddy floor and had made a peaceful and happy home here. They could eat freely from the land around us, never having to till or toil. The land gave freely and the rains provided bounty with quiet gentle kisses to the soil every three months or so. They, the aliens from the shelter, could live and breathe without fear. They could concentrate on developing their talents and abilities, whether they might be, arts, music, philosophy or whatever… for they never had to worry about where their next meal was coming from. Or if disease would suddenly strike them down. Or if predator, both cognoscente or not would invade their peace. Work was a matter of pleasure and self improvement and their physical bodies responded in ways you could never imagine. Since all physical needs were met by the land we lived on and they weren’t constantly reminded of the needs of the flesh by some unexpected “snake in the grass”, their minds could reach potentials unheard of under past circumstances and their spirits would gain the satisfaction that they cried out for in the quiet, troubled unrest of their former lives. Daisy, my daughter who now romped and played in complete safety in the field she had been conceived in, would never have to worry either. She would never know menstrual cramps. Diabetes. Cancers. Rape. Humiliation. Frustration. Bloating. Poor self image. Or anything one can imagine which had plagued us all on a daily basis. No, it wasn’t just about my lovely wife Cassandra. It was about us all. We had all been freed from the evil of men like Arnim Hukke. In fact we had been freed from evil altogether. All of us were ……………………….the last of Hukke’s prisoners. I finished this story the night Saddam Hussein was captured. I kept feeling like it was time to get this thing finished. The next day I woke up and heard the news. Must have been my intuition….hehehe!