7 comments/ 34695 views/ 19 favorites The Nobility of Now By: KuroshioX Colonist No. 4051, Guadalupe Salazar, awoke from her slumber with a start. The stimulants pumped into her bloodstream intravenously had done their job well, taking her from deepest sleep to absolutely alert in an instant. She felt the stiff, cool plastic of a hospital bed under her. That was a good sign but still, nervously, her eyes darted around, looking for signs of struggle or upheaval: it wasn't unheard of for rebellions and revolutions to take place on slow-boat generation ships. But there were no such indications, only a half-bored collection of individuals around her, attired in the Medical Corps' white with the Red Cross emblazoned on their breasts. Guadalupe breathed a heavy sigh of relief and wordlessly raised her right wrist to accept the smart bracelet she knew was coming. Her thoughts were on the reason for her awakening, so focused that she was startled when her smart bracelet chime sounded in her head. She exhaled slowly, reaching forward and ignoring the disapproving pleas of the medical staff as she grabbed a handhold and climbed out of the stiff hospital bed, setting her shaky, pseudo-atrophied legs on the ground for the first time in thirty full years. *** She noticed wearily that, as usual, fashion and style for women had changed dramatically in the last three decades, meaning she had a choice between appearing either extremely old-fashioned or a poor mimic of contemporary styles. Meanwhile attire for men remained simply variations on the previous themes – men never had to come out worrying about what their clothes would say about them, something that annoyed her. As Guadalupe browsed through the clothing store, she thought back to her youth with its peasant styling; plain white blouses and wide, ankle-length skirts, always conservative colors and never showing off more than shoes and perhaps (if one were daring) an inch or two of calf not covered by socks. Looking around at the tight, short and brightly colored attire of this era's girls – much of it adorned with hanging strips of bright, reflective plastic – she couldn't help smile at what a scandal it would have been to her elders. Naturally, the fashions clashed horribly with the sedate greys, whites and blues of the generation ship, itself a living testament to the triumph of cold pragmatism over warm aesthetics. Supposedly, in the ship's records, there were accounts of periods where the Crew fell delinquent in their duties or were overthrown from their position resulting in anarchy; a tell-tale sign was always a sudden and inconceivable shift in the ship's colors. But those events were far in the past, long before even Guadalupe was taken aboard. She half-suspected they were mere fairy tales told to scare the children. At any rate, the contrast between citizens and background at least made for interesting visuals, Guadalupe thought. She browsed the aisles, wavering between her choices for a few minutes before deciding that playing it safe and coming off as old-fashioned would be better. Perhaps it would even offset the effects of her youthful appearance as well. With the issue settled, she swiftly moved between racks, picking up this skirt and that blouse, those shoes and these accessories. It wasn't her first time doing this and by now she had it down to a science, curtly ignoring the helpful questioning of store assistants and stepping into the nearest dressing room, shedding the chrysalis of plain white pseudo-paper hospital garments for something with a bit more class. Just then a priority new bulletin flashed across the wall-strip, delivered by an attractive brunette who looked too young for the job: an explosion of some sort in a nearby district, casualties unknown. Guadalupe frowned. Shipboard accidents were supposed to be rare; at least rare enough there wouldn't be a fresh-faced anchorgirl breaking the news to the populace, spouting off about the Yellow Legion or some such other riff-raff. Guadalupe couldn't care less that it happened – issues like this were the Crew's responsibility – but the frequency suggested by the anchorgirl's tone and bearing did give her a flash of caution. The feeling didn't last however and she quickly put on new clothes, restoring a sense of normality. As she looked in the mirror, scrutinizing her appearance, Guadalupe felt the gravitas of her situation. She sighed and tried to fix her hair a bit; she eschewed makeup but her hair (glossy black and worn straight down a bit past her collar) was important as it covered up her stuck-out ears and low forehead. She fretted over it for a few minutes before deciding punctuality trumped perfection, giving her best smile as she looked in the mirror, "I hope they consider me presentable," she thought. She slowly stepped away and turned away from the mirror, gathering the other bags of clothes in her hands and stepping out of the changing room, her bearing and countenance as drastically changed as her clothing, smiling and greeting the people around her as she approached the register. The attendant was a honey blonde older woman with an easy smile and soft voice. Guadalupe didn't say anything, didn't have to really, she just keyed her smart bracelet subvocally, which then transmitted to the scanner attached to the register. The woman blanched, "I'm so, so, so sorry ma'am! You look so young... I didn't expect—" Guadalupe silenced her by placing her a hand on the woman's shoulder, "It is quite alright dear, I understand," then slowly walked her fingers inward, dancing closer to the neck, "As for payment, you are familiar with Colonist's Right?" The woman, frozen in place, nodded slowly as a wry grin spread over Guadalupe's face. *** Five minutes later, the two of them were inside a dimly lit storage area around back. The woman was bent over a box at the waist, her purple and gold short pants tugged down to her knees, face down and gripping the plastic sides with knuckles white from exertion. For her part, Guadalupe was naked (she had no desire to soil clothes she was in the act of purchasing) and standing behind the woman, hands on her butt as she held her yellow panties to one side with a thumb, her other hand maneuvering her into position. Guadalupe licked her lips, thinking of all the ways she could use this woman, right here and right now, if it weren't for her pressing engagement elsewhere. She let her cock slide back and forth against the woman's slit, digging fingers in deeper as juices began to lubricate her member. The woman was breathing heavy under Guadalupe and she decided to move on to the next step, prodding her pussy a few times before lining up just right and penetrating her with all the poise and grace expected of a Colonist. Guadalupe took her time, setting an easy pace on account of the woman's age, her pussy lips flipping inside whenever Guadalupe thrust, causing the sound of wet suction as the two were joined. But she was aware the clock was ticking and did absolutely nothing to hold herself from cumming, feeling balls slowly pull tighter in spite of the placid sex. It wasn't quite good sex for her, but Guadalupe had other things on her plate. The minutes passed without words being spoken, only the wet slap of two bodies coming together, another, far lewder, sound of sticky-wet pussy being fucked and the mutual grunts of effort. But it was clear to both participants this was a transactional act, not a loving one, and Guadalupe grew frustrated at how much time it was taking. Thinking quickly, she stopped thrusting for a few seconds, kicking the woman's feet a bit more apart and moving her hands upwards, causing her back to arch more. With just a few shifts, she had a much better angle and set about fucking the woman more aggressively. She started to pant in under a minute while the woman squirmed under her, attempting to find a new equilibrium. Guadalupe liked the movements and the renewed feeling of pleasure as her wet meat slid in and out, but her orgasm came up on her unexpectedly. One second she was looking up at the crest of her pleasure, the next second she was halfway downslope, filling the woman's pussy with her hot seed. She gave her two more hard thrusts, then grabbed her hips again and went to the hilt – holding herself there until she'd finished cumming and her cock wilted inside the woman. "Remember, I'm No. 4051. Thank you for your service," Guadalupe said politely but mechanically, quickly dressing and hauling up her bags as she walked out of the storage area, leaving the woman bent over, breathing heavy and leaking cum down her thighs. *** Guadalupe had arrived to the expansive mansion ten minutes early, anxiously watching the smart bracelet's radiation readout. Ambient radiation was, of course, acceptably low for the route they took, but the occasional chime to indicate unplanned spikes in exposure levels – almost always extremely localized and temporary – set her on edge, even while riding inside the shuttle's shielded interior. And it seemed like every time she was brought awake, the "acceptable" ambient limit was raised higher and higher. Still, she had to do what she had to do and couldn't beg off just because of an irrational fear of temporarily elevated levels of radiation exposure. "Of whom great glory is given, much is expected," she thought wryly, stepping out of the shuttle, lifting her skirt a bit to keep it out of the usual muck on the deck. Outside the mansion, in the driveway, there were only two professional greeters; in this case a boy and a girl barely in their teens, both wearing a garish mix of white, yellow and orange with the girl's ensemble being completed by thick amber rings on four fingers and the boy's by a set of green sunglasses. Nevertheless, underneath the fashion disaster they were both cute and as they launched into a synchronized greeting spiel, Guadalupe idly wondered if the taboos and assumptions regarding greeters had changed over the last thirty years. "Ah yes, our darling, the esteemed Ms. Guadalupe Salazar has arrived everyone! Line up everyone and let us begin the introductions!" a woman at the top of the stairs announced in a lilting tone, drawing out her annunciation of "darling." This woman, the hostess, was herself much older than the greeters, probably in her forties or fifties at least, with blonde hair in a tight crown braid around her head, sparkling with bright adornments, a hawk-like face and slender build. She was also wearing something less assertively offensive than the children, but only marginally so: a flowing dress, red and upturned on itself at bottom, orange and peeled down symmetrically at top and all of it separated by a transparent mid-section with clear plastic streamers attached to the sides. All and all, Guadalupe thought she looked horrible, but wisely kept her mouth shut. She was here to do a job. Guadalupe handed her bags off to the greeters without a word and gracefully ascended the stairs, becoming self-conscious about her own plain attire as the foyer came into view, packed with people, all of them equally gaudy in their choice of attire and color. There were close to three dozen people awaiting her, with candidates lining up in no discernible order. That instantly told her it was impromptu social ranking more or less, but at least a good mix. She counted four girls and a boy, perfect for her purposes. On the far side of the room, near a wall covered by lavishly embroidered carpets, were the on-lookers for the spectacle at-hand; parents, teachers, bosses, relatives, perhaps even a few boyfriends and girlfriends. Guadalupe put them all out of her head and focused on the five before her. The hostess moved back in front of her, the songlike speech cutting through the air, "We are all so honored to have you with us, Ms. Salazar and hope that these sedate accommodations are to your preference," ending with a slight smile at the false modesty. Guadalupe nodded demurely and motioned to the line of youth in front of her, causing the hostess to turn slightly an extend her arm, presenting them as a whole, "Ah yes, the introductions," as she quickly rattled off their names, walking down the line with Guadalupe following at a distance slightly greater than protocol called for. She looked every one of them over, observing closely for signs of any kind congenital defects or manifestation of radiation sickness. One girl in the middle had eyes that were suspiciously small and wide-set and Guadalupe stopped in front of her, taking a step closer to place her face inches from the girl's and carefully looking her over – the auburn-haired girl standing stiff before her inspector, blood rushing to her face and eyes watering – before deciding it was simply an odd feature rather than an ill-omen. Guadalupe smiled at her to alleviate her fears and ran a finger up her chin, "Your name?" The girl scarcely got the words out, her voice barely rising above a soft whisper, "Cassandra. Cassandra Walters." Guadalupe broadened her smile and answered back, "Cassandra... that's a lovely name," letting her smart bracelet key to the girl's biometric records; a necessary step to avoid what was called in polite company "incompatibility." She knew it by a far less polite term. It was a relief to hear the approval sound of a compatible match keyed directly to her ears by the bracelet. Guadalupe raised Cassandra's head as she spoke, "You'll be my first." The girl broke into her own relieved grin and then looked back down at her feet as Guadalupe continued down the line. As expected, the remainders were completely defect-free and compatible, and she nodded to the hostess, "I stand in awe of the selection before me... I do not believe I can favor only a single among them." The hostess nodded slowly as well, smiling as the well-worn phrase was spoken, then spun around and clapped her hands daintily. The line broke apart, with watchers converging from all sides. Guadalupe sighed internally. The post-selection festivities were always a challenge to get through; throngs of people she didn't – couldn't – know, all of them seeking favor she wouldn't grant for reasons she wasn't supposed to care for. Transit was the responsibility of the crew. The Colonist's duties were a provisional measure, dictated by circumstances beyond anyone's ability to predict. Still, the pomp and circumstance was necessary, a reminder to all of the rules by which civilized society remained stable. However, the pageantry was made much worse by the anticipation of what was to come afterwards, and Guadalupe's fixed smile and forced pleasantries only belayed her base desires. Desires deferred by tradition. Still, she curtsied and chit-chatted and danced and gossiped and nodded and entertained the usual steady stream of sycophants drawn to such events, each one equally transparent behind the thin veneer of naiveté. They all took her for a simple rustic, in spite of her status as a Colonist. While dancing with one man – he claimed to be vice governor of somewhere and bore an uncanny physical resemblance to a frog – Guadalupe idly wondered if any of the Colonists were so silly to be taken in by such people. She shook her head, thinking to herself, "No, it couldn't be. If any were so gullible they'd be kept awake and the rest of us slaughtered in our sleep." Naturally, the thought of going back into cold-sleep and never waking was in many ways even more dire and it sent an actual shiver down Guadalupe's spine. Even though she kept in step, it had been noticeable to her dance partner, "My dear, are you well? You seemed a bit distraught for a second there," Vice Governor Frogman chimed in, concern wrapped around his words. "Ah, yes, just a bit of... indigestion. Please Vice Governor, if you'll excuse me..." "But of course, young miss!" he answered, gently releasing her from the grip of his oversized hands and pointing the way to the ladies' room. Guadalupe gave a short nod and curtsy of thanks and left the Vice Governor to pester some other, less influential but probably more attractive, young girl for a dance, making her way through the mass of phony social friends and real political enemies to the door of the ladies' room and shutting it behind her before taking a breath of relief. "Enough is enough," she said to herself, "I've spent enough time mingling with the snakes." *** The room they'd provided for her stay was, as she anticipated, elegant to the point of absurdity; covered in soft blue carpet, gold-trim and conspicuous displays of wealth in general. There were paintings of landscapes and goddesses, bejeweled utensils and shimmering mirrors on the walls. And the bed! Completely ridiculous to use such a massive structure to sleep, it was easily twenty-five square meters in area! Guadalupe stared at it for a good minute, focusing, trying to reason the mind of one who'd build such a thing – or the one who'd purchase it – and what could possibly be missing in their life that they would think this was something suitable for display. "At least when the farmer shows off his prize pig, one could eat the damned thing later," she thought to herself. But Guadalupe realized she was simply being overly-harsh towards her hosts: the bed's size, after all, did serve at least one purpose. Although not for her first, no; Cassandra came alone into the room once called, still ridiculously overdressed in the clothes that Guadalupe had first met her in. She meekly opened the door, first poking her head through, visibly nervous as if crossing the threshold into Hell itself. Guadalupe was already naked, standing at the foot of the bed and motioned for the girl to come to her. Cassandra stepped forward slowly, on unsure legs, stopping in front of Guadalupe's nude form and curtsied. Guadalupe merely rolled her eyes and stepped forward before the girl could embarrass herself any further, taking her head in her hands and kissing her boldly. Guadalupe appraised her technique unfavorably: too passive to heat the blood and excite the senses, it was clear just one person would be doing all the work here. Not that she particularly minded, letting a hand fall to the small of the girl's back and undoing her brightly colored – but oddly formal – dress before planting a wet kiss on her neck and sliding the garment off her shoulders. With her abundance of unnecessary clothing gone, Guadalupe could take a nice, long look at what was going on underneath. Besides the hammerhead eyes and stringy, rust-colored hair, Cassandra was quite alright to look at: taller than Guadalupe courtesy of a lean frame that avoided the worst excesses of being underweight; small but firm breasts with inverted nipples; almost translucent skin that was patterned by veins and dotted with freckles around her shoulders; just enough curve to her hips to suggest womanhood-in-bloom; and a thin but long cock with a seemingly oversized shovelhead along with a set of balls that seemed to mix right into her rather prominent mons and labia; it was difficult to distinguish where one ended and others began. No one would ever call Cassandra a great beauty of her time, but she was certainly attractive enough. More than attractive enough really – once she gained her full measure, she'd probably be quite the temptation to those who knew her. Guadalupe gently stroked her arms, keeping a light touch as she questioned the girl, "Is this your first time?" "Ma'am, I stand ready to perform—" Guadalupe's face twisted into a deep frown, clear enough that the girl stopped speaking. It was obvious the moment between them had passed and required several seconds for Guadalupe to return her expression to something approximating boredom rather than outright revulsion. "Every time I wake, the ones they bring to me are ever more cowed into timidity," she thought, pushing the girl on the bed and pushing her knees apart before settling between her. Guadalupe was careful handling the girl's testicles/labia, cautiously lifting them out of the way before working the head of her cock between her nether lips. The Nobility of Now She was certainly a quick-fit, but clearly no virgin, which had the effect of annoying Guadalupe even more: why should this girl be afraid then? What were they teaching about the Colonists in schools these days? As the rest of Guadalupe's modest length entered Cassandra, she positioned her hands on either side of the girl's ribcage and started pumping. "At least she's wet," Guadalupe thought, "no reason for this to be painful." For the next few minutes she fucked the girl in utter silence, working up a decent sweat as her hips worked, in and out and in and out and in and out, like an appliance. And, in a very real sense, she was an appliance, even as her balls churned and sweat dripped. It was intimacy made mechanical. Guadalupe hated it, hated that it was always this way, hated that every time she awoke she did so with hope for something different. She gritted her teeth, persistent irritation rising into acute annoyance, closing her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at the heifer's face beneath her. Guadalupe's thoughts filled in for her senses, "Who chooses these girls, really? Are they really thinking of the mission? Or are they merely going through the motions?" She didn't know, couldn't know. The Crew's business was the Crew's alone and she'd been cautioned against thinking she knew better, even as a Colonist. That was her one bright spot. It was the idea that there was a higher plan, a greater purpose, to all of this. A verdant world and a fresh start, free from provincial Crew and their dying Ship, for the Colonists to inhabit and make prosperous. Suddenly Guadalupe found herself overcome, pummeling deep into Cassandra in sharp strokes as she finally unloaded. She didn't know if the girl had cum and didn't care, holding herself inside her for a minute, as prescribed before reaching over to grab a pillow, pulling her legs into the air and then together as she finally extracted her flaccid, wet cock and put the pillow under her butt. Guadalupe didn't feel annoyed, she didn't feel anything anymore. She was a machine now, sub-vocalizing, "Bring the rest of the group into my chambers immediately," which her smart bracelet received and retransmitted to the mansion's communication suite while she strolled across the room. Cassandra spoke up, her voice at a stage whisper now, "Ma'am, may I go?" Guadalupe didn't even break her stride, "No, you may not. I'll have the others and when I've finished with them then I will have you again," stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her to add a degree of finality to her decision. There was no rancor to her decision; it was simply business and conducted as such. At least, that's what Guadalupe told herself as she stepped into the shower's steaming hot water, quickly washing the sweat and lovejuices off her body then returning to bedroom after a few minutes, where the remaining four stood awkwardly in a row. Turning her head, she saw Cassandra still present, sitting in a chair, only partially clothed. Guadalupe didn't acknowledge her, instead shifting her gaze back to the four newcomers: a young man; copper-skinned black girl with decorative beads through her short locks of hair; raven-haired, lanky girl; and short, particularly plump blonde girl. "Strip. All of you," she curtly directed. The male – an athletic-looking blond with close-cropped hair and boyish features – hesitated at first. He looked over at the short blonde girl, who merely shrugged in reply as she began disrobing, clearly not intimidated by the situation in which she found herself, unlike the other two who did a brief dance while slipping out of their clothes; first turning away from each other, then Guadalupe, and finally shielding themselves from the other again. Guadalupe found it ironic the girl who probably had the most to worry about regarding body was the most fearless, looking her in the eyes and carelessly stepping out of the puddle of discarded clothes at the same time taking an unprompted step towards Guadalupe. Guadalupe was intrigued and intrigued was hard to come by these days, raising a finger and pointing at her, "You. What's your name?" she asked the girl. Her reply was solid, confident, "Linnet." "Well, Linnet, you don't seem to be as shy as your friends," Guadalupe waved her finger at the other three dismissively, "Now why is that?" Linnet only shrugged in response, taking the opportunity to step even closer. Guadalupe arched an eyebrow at the girl's moxie, letting her close the distance, only stopping her when she was arm's length away. "You are a bold one Linnet," she stated flatly, reaching a hand up to grope the girl, roughly handling her breast before taking her nipple – a small, pink thing with nearly invisible areola – between her thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling none too gently. Linnet didn't flinch. She didn't even blink. Instead, she grabbed hold of Guadalupe in the exact same fashion, using both hands, and applied the exact same coarse handling to her breasts. Guadalupe cried out in surprise before regaining her composure, speaking with emotion now, "A very bold one," as she gave the girl's nipple a tug and let go. Guadalupe couldn't remember the last time she'd been this excited by the prospect of bedding someone under these circumstances. "Maybe never," she thought, feeling the wetness build between her lips. She took the girl's face in both hands, turning it to the side as she licked Linnet's lips like a popsicle. She enjoyed tasting her like a summer treat. Linnet kept on fondling her, letting one hand fall down her body, past her stomach, to cup Guadalupe's balls in her hands and acknowledged the tongue against her lips by sucking it into her mouth at the same time. Linnet swallowed as much of her tongue as she could, then spit it back into her mouth and stepped back, a thin line of drool hanging from her lips to past her chin. Guadalupe was rock hard and ready to ravage the buxom girl in front of her, all big tits and blonde hair, but first looked past her to the line. The two other girls were still shyly standing there, turned sideways to her, trying and failing to cover themselves with their hands. But the boy was paying rapt attention, his exposed cock just as erect as Guadalupe's with one hand gripping the base tight and mouth slightly open. She motioned him over. He hesitated and Linnet turned her head to look at him. He looked at her with an expression indicating something was wrong; it was clear these two knew each other but Guadalupe didn't and she hated to be left by the wayside, "You, boy. Come here." He looked back to her, looking as if he was going to protest before lowering his head and stepping forward. Guadalupe continued, asking him, "Is there a problem?" No sooner than his mouth opened, Linnet blurted out quickly, "No, ma'am, no problem!" sounding unusually concerned for someone who mere seconds ago had seen fit to molest a Colonist. Guadalupe's eyebrow rose, questioning her with only an expression, but Linnet held firm, staring her right back but giving nothing further. Guadalupe held Linnet's gaze as she snapped her finger to the boy's attention, "Boy. What is your name?" "Linus." "That's an unusual name." He demurred, looking down at his feet, mumbling something incomprehensible to which she replied, "What? Speak up, boy." "It means blond." "Ah, I see." Guadalupe pushed Linnet to the side and took a long look at Linus, slender and athletic, he gave the impression of a regular swimmer or runner, with arms that were just a bit too long for his body and out-sized hands. "Have you ever had a woman Linus?" she asked, letting sensual tones creep into her words. Linus actually gulped before answering, "Yes," shifting nervously on both feet. "Have you ever taken a woman though?" Guadalupe let seduction drip off her tongue, placing emphasis on just the right word, judging by the sight of Linus' cock bobbing excitedly. He couldn't answer immediately, instead settling for nodding his head. The gesture matched his cock's own, eerily enough. Guadalupe let a sly grin cross her face and stepped closer to him, "Here is what I want from you Linus: you will take me while I take her. Is that clear?" Indecision and disapproval clouded his face, his mouth opening and closing and opening again before he was able to get the words out, "I... I cannot, ma'am." "And why not?" Guadalupe kept her voice steady, even as anger bubbled deep inside her. "Linnet and I are... incompatible..." Guadalupe laughed, "Well, you won't be touching her. At least not the parts that need compatibility so come on." "No! You don't understand! We're siblings!" She could have slapped herself on her forehead, of course they were siblings, it was too obvious once pointed out to her, the looks were certainly similar enough, their names were alliterative... still she found herself thrilled at the thought of bedding them both. At once. Her cock twitched and a drip of precum ran down it's shaft, "Oh really? Well then..." Guadalupe reached out and grabbing Linnet's hair, kissing her full on the mouth and yanking her down onto the bed, roughly handling her body, pushing her around so they both faced Linus and looking up at him, right into his blue eyes, right as she thrust forward and entered his sister with a wet squelch. Linnet moaned and Guadalupe exhaled as she held herself to the hilt inside the plump girl's snug pussy. She'd expected more than a moan, but Linnet was deeper than most girl's Guadalupe had taken and comfortably accommodated her. Guadalupe breathed in and out again, still staring at Linus and then started working her hips. She eschewed any escalation, one second she held herself barely inside the girl, the next she slammed herself as deep as she could manage, her balls bouncing off the girl's ass, wetness squirting over her pelvis, all the while she yanked her hair viciously, pulling her head back and forcing her brother to see her face. Guadalupe licked her lips and looked down to the boy's dick: if anything it was even harder watching his sister being ravaged by a Colonist. Lowering her head, Guadalupe took one of Linnet's fat tits, pancaked against her chest, into her hand and then into her mouth, loudly slurping on the nipple as she kept pounding the poor girl's cunt like she was tenderizing meat. She was thoroughly enjoying herself and – judging from the moans – so was Linnet, her legs shamelessly spread wide with toes curled. Guadalupe wanted more though, she wanted to be ravaged herself and lifted her mouth from the bosom below her, "Step closer boy." Linus wrestled with unwillingness for a brief pause, then took a decisive step forward, close enough for Guadalupe to replace the nipple with a hard dick in her mouth, wrapping her lips around Linus' manhood and licking it all over. He shuddered and she sucked more into her mouth, slipping her lips down the shaft effortlessly, closing her eyes to concentrate on the sensation as it crossed the threshold to her throat. Guadalupe didn't stop going until her nose pressed into his stomach and his balls touched her chin. She held her head in place even as she grabbed his sister's thighs in her hands, pushing her legs even further back, spreading her open wider as the speed and intensity of plunges increased. Guadalupe went well past the point of normal lovemaking, straight into frantic fucking of the sort reserved for the lowest of whores. Unfortunately, both of her actions, taken together, left very little room for such mundane tasks as "breathing" and so she eventually pulled her mouth off Linus and slowed down her callous desolation of Linnet to get air back into her lungs. Guadalupe took down several big gulps of air then went right back at it, not concerning herself with establishing a steady rthymn between breathing, fucking and sucking. Instead she simply let herself go until her lungs burned and muscles ached, pausing only long enough to get more air. Her face was a darkened mess, tears streaming down her eyes making her hastily applied makeup run down her cheeks in twin rivers and yet she continued, willfully, enjoying the hedonistic trial she was putting her body through. On and off and on and off again she went, minutes ticking by before Guadalupe decided she needed more, "Linus!" she yelled his name as he slid from her throat, "Come up here!" This time the boy didn't hesitate, jumping onto the bed and settling behind her, both his cock and balls drenched from her oral accomplishments. She looked back at him, driving herself to the hilt once more in his sister and leaning down to lick her nipple, "I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked a woman before." Linus put a hand on her back, forcing her down onto his sister, then made good her instructions, his dick impaling her like a sword through the heart. Guadalupe sang out, sinking her nails into both of Linnet's breasts as her cock jolted within the confines of the girl's sex. Linus barely noticed. Linnet came underneath. As his sister quivered below, Linus seized Guadalupe's hips and took her like a dog would take a bitch in the street: crudely but powerfully, leaving no room to mistake who was the prevailing agent in the proceedings. Guadalupe's hips bounced to and fro due to the force of his machine-like passion, causing her own dick to piston in and out of Linnet. Effectively, he was using Guadalupe to fuck his own sister, at his own pace. The thought of it – the debauchery, the taboo, the self-indulgence – all enflamed Guadalupe's desire and made her flush with excitement. When one of Linus' hands coarsely grabbed her breast, massaging it as he continued to work himself to her core and back out again, she knew the end was in sight and so Guadalupe deliberately resisted his motions, holding her hips in place to force him to bury his manhood inside her where she then squeezed down on the base of his shaft. The decadent motion caused him to snarl, his dick jerking inside her before sliding out and grinding its way back in unexpectedly, a half-stroke catching her off-guard and still squeezing tight. One of Guadalupe's eyelids closed and she popped right inside Linnet, her teeth clamped together as she sucked air and came hard, harder than she could remember cumming in her life. Linus drove into her pussy twice more and growled, taking a handful of hair, wrenching her head back, as he came in turn, spilling his seed deep, to the point it overflowed, leaking down her thighs, dripping onto his sister and finally trickling onto the bed. Guadalupe collapsed onto a supine Linnet, with Linus rolling onto his side, all three of them sweaty and exhausted. Intellectually, Guadalupe knew there was more to be done, but for the first time that day she relaxed. She lazily turned her head, looking behind her, "Cassandra, do be a dear and see what you can do to recover Linus." Cassandra's slim body roused from the corner of the bed, her voice barely audible, "...I don't understand." "Suck his cock, girl. Or let him suck yours, I can't be bothered with details, just have him ready to take me again in the shortest time you can manage. Understand?" The skinny girl remained balled up, having put her bra and panties back on at some point, only gradually comprehending the power a Colonist held in this room. Ever so slowly, anxiously knee-walking in the most unsexy manner Guadalupe thought possible, Cassandra moved towards Linus, a line of cum dripping off his dick and onto his thigh, shiny in the pale violet night light. She cautiously came close to him, wringing her hands before placing them on the bed and bending down, dragging her tongue over his cock. Linus didn't make a sound or move an inch. Guadalupe directed her again, "Suck his dick, don't just play with it," and watched as Cassandra gingerly took the flaccid member into her mouth and began working it hard enough to bulge her cheeks. Satisfied her instructions were being followed, Guadalupe wiped the sweat off Linnet's forehead and gave her a soft kiss and then rolled off the bed, popping onto her feet to focus her eyes on the black girl. The girl stood near the corner, reticent in bearing but delicious in shape in spite of her awkward attempt at covering herself with only her hands. Guadalupe looked down and spit on her already cream-covered prick and started stroking it as she approached, "What is your name girl?" "Ghaliya Ortega." "And are you afraid, Ghaliya Ortega?" "Yes..." The soft light and dark skin made determining her exact features impossible, but Guadalupe was past the point of caring. It had been a long while since she'd had an African – boy or girl – and she found herself re-discovering the craving for their wonderfully clever bodies and full lips. Her member wasn't nearly as excited as the rest of her was though, still spongy and limp even as it was being jacked off with unwavering attention. Guadalupe stepped only inches away from the girl, giving herself a hard squeeze and rough twist right before dropping to her knees, looking up at Ghaliya, "Spread your legs." The girl responded timidly, bringing her feet only a few inches apart. Guadalupe sighed and tersely spoke again, "Wider girl, wider! Have you never been licked before?" The harsh words had the desired effect and the black girl's legs parted, aided by her posting a foot on the nearby window sill. Guadalupe's mouth watered as she realized just what a gem the girl was below her waist: her thighs were thick and toned, her ass was like a perfect sculpture and her hips were shaped like a pagan fertility goddess'. Guadalupe dove right into, grabbing two abundant handfuls of her ass then licking the copper-colored skin on her thighs down to her knees and back up to her hips, closing her eyes to better enjoy the taste of ebony flesh between her lips. She could've lost herself between the girl's thighmeat, just wetting every inch of them with licks and soft kisses and nothing else. But there was more to come and with her dick arising once more Guadalupe almost regretted having to lick the girl's center in preparation. She gently parted the labia in front of her using only tongue then gently slid the tip down the black girl's slit, reaching her pussy and quickly flicking back upwards to gracefully swirl around her clit while avoiding direct stimulation. Ghaliya murmured, her leg muscles tensing up and relaxing in waves, while Guadalupe's skilled tongue worked its magic on her, stopping to give the girl's ample hips a slow kiss before returning to her mons, taking it between her lips and tenderly suckling before rolling down on her out lips and doing the same – first to one side then the other. Ghaliya's hand reached down and lay on Guadalupe's head; it was the second-most reliable signal, after her increasing moistness. Guadalupe stayed on her knees for a few more seconds, daring to dart her tongue into the black girl a few times before rising to her feet and taking her hand, leading her to the absurd bed. She noticed Cassandra was now on her hands and knees astride Linus, a furious blush upon her face, visible even in the subdued lighting, and her head awkwardly bobbing up and down on his revitalized manhood. Guadalupe thought of warning her to not send him over the edge but thought better of it – the girl's amateur technique probably wasn't even capable of such a feat. And so she laid Ghaliya upon the bed, face down, then took a calf in either hand and yanked her back so her hips were on the edge and feet spread wide, entering her without much in the way of preamble. She wasn't as tight or wet as Linnet, but it was still pleasurable, if a bit unremarkable. Guadalupe gave her ass a slap to liven things up, watching the ripple travel from one cheek to the other before massaging the spot she'd struck and waiting a few seconds before slapping her again. The routine was only broken by the force of her thrusts sliding Ghaliya up onto the bed, necessitating a quick yank to reposition her hips, bent over on the edge with legs sprawled behind. The Nobility of Now It wasn't memorable, but it was good meat-and-potatoes fucking so Guadalupe didn't hold back, feeling her balls pull up into her body as they churned up a nice, thick load for the girl's pussy. She grabbed the black girl's shoulders with both hands crossed over each other to hold her firmly in place and began drilling her, pulling her entire length out and slamming it back in, letting the sound of long thrusts and skin-on-skin impact dominate the room. Ghaliya's hand drifted down, between her legs, three fingers kneading her clit in a circular motion as she took in short breathes cut even shorter by Guadalupe's inward motion. Finally Guadalupe came, pulling back on the girl's shoulders to drive as deep as she possibly could, splattering seed into her fertile womb with a series of sharp gasps and deep exhale of air. Barely giving herself a respite, Guadalupe pulled out and climbed onto the bed where Cassandra was now lying on her side across Linus' legs, holding his cock with one hand while her other hand propped her head up as she gently lapped at his raging erection – like a cat would a bowl of milk. Guadalupe watched for a few seconds, then pushed Cassandra's face away from him, swinging her legs over his body and boldly straddling his dick before dropping onto his length and finally rolling her hips to let his manhood work her depths. He moaned under her and Guadalupe her hands on his chest, playing roughly with his nipples. She started sliding her hips back and forth while her dick dribbled lovejuices onto him: some of them Ghaliya's and some of them her's but maybe a few drops belonging to his sister. The thought reignited Guadalupe's passions and she picked up the pace of her cowgirl fucking, looking to the side and motioning for Cassandra to stand. With an expression of confusion on her face, the auburn-haired girl complied, only to have her member set upon by Guadalupe's lips in a wanton act of hedonism. Guadalupe put her whole head into it, burying her face into Cassandra's mid-section and vigorously sucking her delicately pencil-shaped member to full attention while continuing to ride Lunis like a prize stallion. Guadalupe didn't care about anything but pleasure, in a machine-like fashion she sought it out, reaching for any sensation that might provide it. Turning her head again, letting Cassandra slip from her lips in the process, she saw the final unengaged participant, "You, tall girl, come over here and lick this boy," pointing her finger at his chest for emphasis as she rocked against his body. The girl approached self-consciously, her hands and arms covering her bikini areas ineffectively, unable to meet Guadalupe's casual gaze. Still, she was cute enough and only needed to send the boy over the edge and into Guadalupe's pussy once more and to that end Guadalupe grabbed her when she was close, pulling her head down to his chest viciously and hissing through her teeth, "Lick his nipples, make him cum." Guadalupe watched for his reaction as she pressed the raven-haired girl's face to his chest, seeing his face contort into an unreadable expression before she clamped down on him with her thighs, springing up and crashing back down upon his cock. Her own cock was rejuvenated by all this, slapping wet and hard against her belly. Every muscle she had was on fire from the strain, but she wouldn't let up, closing her eyes and giving herself to the feeling. She lost track as she rode Lunis and sucked Cassandra: of all the limbs and bodies and sweat and juices and muscles and skin and hair, it was a blur under dim colored lights and the intoxicating smell of sex in the air. What she could remember were merely snapshots - Lunis rolling over and putting Guadalupe on her back, screwing her while holding her legs in the air by their ankles; the raven-haired girl splitting her attentions between kissing Cassandra desperately and licking Linnet's tits; Ghaliya in her own world on the edge of the bed, still lying face down and enthusiastically fingering herself, two fingers working her clit while the middle finger of her other hand was two knuckles deep in her butt; Cassandra jacking off directly into Guadalupe's mouth. She didn't even recall her own orgasm, although she was certain she'd cum at some point. Instead there was simply light bleeding through the still-closed blinds in the morning as she came to, a tangle of bodies around her under the sheets. Quickly accounting for those present revealed two few. Her head hurt for some reason, filled with a buzzing sound— Guadalupe took a second look at the blinds. The light around them was flickering, quite unlike "sunrise" on the ship. She rose up and rolled off the bed, not bothering to cover herself as she looked out and nearly fainted in shock. An entire wing of the mansion looked as if it had been uplifted and then dropped. Controlling her urge to panic, she looked to her smart bracelet, but it was off the network – or the network was offline, rendering it a digital deaf-mute – and her control over her panic began to slip. She started the offline swap-over process. She hastily gathered up clothes discarded many hours ago and opened the door to her room, poking her head out and seeing two armed and armored figures in the halls. They weren't wearing the red-and-grey of Crew Security/Police; instead they both had twin gold armbands on their upper arms, the mark of the Yellow Legion, along with folding stock pulse rifles, gas masks and dark grey hard-suits. They were methodically proceeding down the hall in a combat spread, weapons at the ready and with enough spacing to ensure clear lines of fire. Guadalupe held her scream in – covering her mouth with her hand – before regaining her senses as she retreated back into her room, closing the door quietly. It didn't matter though. A few seconds later the door came flying open courtesy of a mule-kick from one of the armed figures, who then cleared the doorway as the other entered, barrel of the pulse rifle sweeping the room as the figure moved to the closest corner and kneeled. The other figure came in a second later, heading straight for Guadalupe as she stumbled over a pair of discarded boots, recovering as she posted out her hand and stabilized herself, then dashed for the bathroom. But the figure giving chase was too fast and caught her in fewer than three steps in spite of their bulky gear. Whoever they were, they were strong, strong enough that Guadalupe found herself restrained and bodily carried from the room and into the darkened hallway. It was only then she realized now would be a good time to scream. She never saw or felt the rifle stock that knocked her unconscious. *** Guadalupe awoke in complete darkness. The only clues to her surroundings were the steady hum of an electric motor and the slight rocking motion of a shuttle. She was grateful for the sounds. They meant she was still alive. "Is she awake yet?" A voice in the darkness, obviously modulated to cover its origin. "Should be, the adren has had thirty seconds to kick in." A second voice, higher pitched than the first and also modulated. "Guadalupe Salazar, No. 4051, can you hear me?" Guadalupe debated whether or not to answer, but the chime of her smart bracelet as they passed a radiation spike caused her to involuntarily flinch her head as if to look at it, forcing her hand, "...Yes. I can hear you." She heard an audible sigh of relief before the first voice spoke up again, "Good. Do you know who we are?" "No. I saw nothing, I know nothing." The second voice laughed mirthlessly, mocking the statement. The first voice continued, "You saw enough, even if you don't know it. But I'd like to assure you're safe and in good hands –" "I saw you destroy the mansion, so excuse me if I need more than words to be assured." Neither voice spoke for a long interval. The shuttle was turning and dropping, either throwing off pursuers or trying to confuse her, Guadalupe couldn't tell. Either way, these were probably professional kidnappers, unlike the last batch of fools who'd tried to make a quick fortune off her. She decided to stay silent, let them do the talking. But after her last comment, it didn't appear they were in a talking mood. Seconds stretched into minutes and minutes into an hour before the shuttle stopped, doors opening and rough hands hauling Guadalupe to her feet. Her smart bracelet chimed louder and louder into her ear and she began to sweat; this was no mere spike of transient radiation, they'd brought her – a Colonist – to a hot zone! She began to resist, wishing she'd done a hundred things differently: asking for a weapon, posting security outside her door, reviewing the screening protocols for the mansion. But no, those were violations of tradition, harsh insults delivered to gracious hosts. "Gracious hosts who cannot keep kidnappers off the premises, hah!" she thought bitterly. The hands brought her into a cool building, where she heard and felt a heavy metal door clang shut behind her. The chime on her bracelet died away. A shielded building? Only Colonists and the richest, most powerful Crew had shielded buildings at their disposal! Who were these people? The blindfold was wrenched from her face gracelessly, causing her eyes to squint while she adjusted to the bright lights. The guards on either arm remained masked, but two more men, both wearing sunglasses, were standing in front of her, with a bright light behind them. "Welcome, Colonist Number 4051, to our humble abode," a disembodied voice, screened behind the lights, greeted her, "We've spent a long time looking for someone of your stature. And it took even longer to arrange this meeting." Oh, a simple ransom. Odd circumstances aside, it was the most likely scenario. "How much do you want?" "I beg your pardon? I have enough money. I have more than enough money. If I've discovered one thing is this short life, it's that money becomes a boring irrelevancy when the things you want you cannot buy. Rather, what I want is what you have. Or something like it anyway." The man stepped forward out of the light, he was short and barrel-chested, with a series of bright red pockmarks down the side of his face and round little glasses that looked too small for his eyes. "What I want, my dear, is to be a Colonist." Guadalupe couldn't hold back a sarcastic laugh, "Absolutely preposterous." "Oh, but you're wrong," the man smirked, taking another two steps closer to Guadalupe, "You see, regulations state that Colonists may be officially married while en-route under certain circumstances. For non-Colonial spouses, the status of Colonist may be conferred as well." She wracked her head for the answer, "You would never survive though, the radiation damage in your DNA, the cold sleep –" "My dear, I have no intention of hopping into those freezers to waste my life waiting for the mythical promised land to appear." "Then why do you want to be a Colonist." The man smirked again and turned to look at one of his subordinates as if sharing the joke of her statement before answering her, "Power, my dear. You have it, I don't. And that upsets me." "And what am I supposed to do about that?" "Well, marry me for starters," he laughed, a cruel imitation of humor, "Then reign by my side as Queen of the Ship." Guadalupe cocked a skeptical eyeball, "You're no king." Again the mystery man smugly grinned, "No, not yet. But I will be once I have the full legal authority of a Colonist, as well as being a high status member of Crew." "You are a madman. And what makes you think I'll go along with any of this? If you think for one second I'd agree to not just marry you, but also forsake any chance of seeing the planet, you're as stupid as you are unsubtle." His grin disappeared in a flash, replaced by the scowl of a man unaccustomed to insult. Guadalupe didn't even bother trying to dodge with his goons still holding her arms in place, accepting the sting of his hand with stoicism and recovering quickly. He stepped back, thrusting out his arm to adjust his sleeve and restoring his composure, "I know everything there is to know about this ship and the people aboard it," he casually checked his watch, as if he had higher priorities, "Things you don't know, couldn't possibly know, not even about yourself. You know history, back in the day, the anointed class, they called them nobility, the nobles. They had all the power, the respect, the status. And regular people couldn't get in. But you know what? Things changed. Over time, people took power, forced the nobles to give them the same respect. Not by birth, but by sweat of their brow. Businessmen, politicians, industrialists, they became the new nobility. And that, sweet sister, is what's happening here." Guadalupe stifled her laugh, badly disguising it as a cough. Fortunately the Mystery Man was too self-absorbed to notice. She now knew he didn't know the most important thing about Colonists. Therefore there was no way he could have taken any precautions or planned counters. She subvocalized to her smart bracelet and it keyed the chemical reservoir in her body, releasing an assortment of drugs into her bloodstream: beta blockers, stimulants, blood-boosters and painkillers. Guadalupe retched involuntarily, but the Mystery Man still paid her no mind, casually flipping through screens displayed on his watch. It took thirty seconds, and she was a shivering, sweating mess at the end of it, but the drugs rapidly harmonized. Now came the hard part. Her smart bracelet detached from inside her wrist and migrated, from just under the inside of her skin and up to her armpit, then coiled itself tight. The pain would have been excruciating without the cocktail of drugs injected into her and, even then, it required a local anesthetic to keep the process bearable. Once that was done, the combat system tapped into her central nervous system, taking control of her bodily functions for the time being as it forcibly boosted her physical performance past safe, sustainable levels. The Mystery Man looked up and spoke to one of his men, sharing a brief, quiet joke before speaking to Guadalupe, still looking at his watch "Well, Ms. Salazar? I don't have all day. Are you the one I'm looking for or just another dead Colonist?" She saw him differently now – literally, as her visual acuity now reached into the infrared and ultraviolet spectrums and a small radar mounted in the bone behind her eyebrows scanned him for likely weapons. He'd looked back down at his watch and had nothing but an overpriced pocket pistol, but both of the goons on his flanks carried flash carbines. Fortunately, the one on the right had his weapon improperly secured and wouldn't be able to draw it for several seconds while the one on the left had a too-long retaining cord. The plan practically worked itself out. Smiling, Guadalupe answered him, "I've made my choice. I will be your Qu –" As she spoke those misleading words, Guadalupe deliberately dislocated her left shoulder and let the arm fall from the socket, pulling free of the tight grip that was holding her in place. She didn't even notice the pain, smashing her foot into the guard's shin, breaking it with a sickening crunch. It happened so fast that the Mystery Man was still engrossed in his watch and his goons hadn't moved a muscle as she mule kicked the guard on her right arm directly in his testicles, a dull thud resounding through the room as he collapsed, vomiting over the floor. Now the Mystery Man was looking up. He was just in time to eat a severely powerful right hook that smashed against his temple, turning his head on his side and causing his proverbial lights to go out. As expected, the goon on the right was slow on the draw and Guadalupe closed the distance to the one on the left, as he raised his weapon grabbing the barrel with her good hand the moment it discharged, grazing her ribcage and putting the smell of cooked meat into her nostrils. With one solid yank and pull upward, the weapon was rendered irrelevant, her body out of its line of fire. Guadalupe squatted down slightly and, using her powerful legs to propel her whole body weight, crashed her head upwards into his jaw. He was stunned by the blow and loosened his grip on his weapon, a fatal mistake at this juncture as she reversed the weapon, one hand on the barrel, the other fingering the trigger, and fired into his face with four rapid shots. She didn't even acknowledge the red-hot barrel scorching the palm of her hand; she simply brought the weapon to the ready, holding his body a few inches above the floor via the retaining strap and one good arm. She needn't have worried about the other goon though: he was standing in mute shock, completely immobile. Guadalupe fired anyway, blasting a hole straight through the center of his face and cauterizing the flesh around it. Then shot the Mystery Man twice in the back of his head. And the two injured, masked guards who'd taken her. Finally, she let the carbine, still attached to the dead body, fall to the floor with a clatter. She looked down at the scorched flesh of her ribcage, looking it over and scanning it. It didn't seem to be anything but a grazing shot, and her smart bracelet concurred, but who knew what kind of horrible radiological considerations there might be. It would have to be scanned more thoroughly later. But first things first, she relocated her arm and began purging the drugs from her system while standing down the combat system from her central nervous system, an altogether unpleasant sensation. She yanked the masks off the guards, seeing the fair faces of Linus and Linnet underneath. For a moment, regret panged at her heart; had she have known, she probably would have spared them. They were both incredible lovers and did much to make this wakeup memorable. Even without the kidnapping. "Oh well," she thought, "At least I can hope that Linus' sperm found my egg." Staff Sergeant Guadalupe Salazar looked around at the carnage around her, taking it all in for the first time. There were chunks of sizzling gore spread around the room, bone visibly sticking through the pant leg of one of the guards courtesy of her shin kick, the sickening smell of burning flesh and static atmosphere she associated with repeated power cell discharge. "All in all, not a bad day's work chica." *** "You know, you were right about the nobility and how they were replaced by others." As she kneeled next to him, Guadalupe realized how odd it was to talk to a corpse, especially one that was still warm, but it was a habit, "But you missed one thing. Those nobles – or their children, rather – were replaced because they forgot how they earned their titles, years back. Those titles were fighting positions and rewards for service rendered in wartime, not by dint of birth. The nobility was a fighting class, not an administrative one and the moment their successors became too decadent to uphold that tradition, they lost. But guess what? The nobility of now, we haven't been succeeded. You are our children and you have grown lazy and decadent, not us. We knew we'd have to fight, one way or another." She heard the sound of an emergency shuttle pulling up and stood upright, stepping over the cooling body in front of her on her way out the door. She was thinking ahead to the rest of the month's sessions with shy but big dicked Cassandra, the ebony beauty Ghaliya and whatever the raven-haired girl's name was, when she stopped in the doorway and turned to add one last line, "And that is why we – I – am still here."