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The Misfits 
Chapter Ten

 

"I'm home!" Troy gasped and looked behind her just as the archway disappeared into a lush tropical rainforest.

"Do you like it?" I asked, smiling at the joy on her face when she looked upward.

She'd come from a moon in the Sarabai System, a large one about the size of Earth that circled a gas giant much like Jupiter. The planet dominated the night sky with swirls of orange, yellow, and red, casting a golden light through the canopy high above. The trees were thick and growing hundreds of feet high. The ground had been covered with a thick carpet of freshly fallen leaves so that it felt as if we were walking on foam and Troy had already removed her slippers.

"Yes, Master!" she gushed, giggling as she danced through the brush, mainly thick shrubs with orchids blooming black and red and every color in between.

"I'm glad," I said. "I'll keep this place just for you."

"What? I don't understand." She glanced at me over her shoulder and then began to call out in her native tongue.

"Troy," I said, running to catch up with her and she'd already found the edge of the room. She pressed her hands against the wall as if it were made of glass and the jungle continued on the other side of it.

"Where are my parents?" she asked in her sweet, lilting accent. "My village is just over there, on the other side of the river."

"We're still on the ship," I told her and she laughed lightly and called out again.

I watched as she followed the wall around the room and the slave I'd bought from Vonald had to be the most magnificent creature I'd ever laid eyes on. She certainly ranked among the most attractive females Tristam had encountered and if Srah seemed perfect to me, and she did, then magnificent had to be the only word for Troy. Marcia looked pretty and my mother decidedly beautiful, but my two alien slaves were beyond description. Three, if you counted Esya, but he wasn't a slave, merely my page.

Perhaps I found Troy so breathtaking precisely because she wasn't from Earth. I hadn't exactly sorted out my feelings on the subject, but sometimes I felt as if I'd never really belonged among my own kind. Marcia felt the same way and she was convinced of our destiny, that we'd always been meant just for this. To escape Earth and live among the stars with aliens and live less ordinary lives. Sometimes I believed her, but not always. Lots of times I figured we were just really lucky.

"Troy..." I caught up with her again and she'd stopped laughing. "We're not on your world. It's just a garden and up there, the sky is just a hologram."

"But my parents…"

"They're not here," I said. "We're alone. Just you and me, okay?"

"This is a trick?" She swallowed hard and blinked her large, dark eyes. "You're making fun of me now?"

"No," I sighed, stepping closer and putting my hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry." She lowered her head. "I forgot."

"You forgot what?"

"My father sold me," she said. "My brother is getting married. Sons are important. I'm happy he sold me to you."

"Would you like me to send you home?" I asked and only a human would have asked her that, and only one from my particular time and place, I suppose.

"You would return me?"

"If you want me to," I said.

"No." Troy blinked rapidly and shook her head. "I would rather die than shame my family that way."

"I didn't mean…"

"Why would you punish me like that?" she demanded as tears filled her eyes.

"I'm not…"

"Have I angered you?" she asked. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Master."

Troy went to her knees, pressing her wet cheek against my tunic and I stroked her black hair, so fine that it felt like a shadow beneath my fingers. I'd only meant to make her happy and she'd gotten angry. I'd tried again and now she was crying. A part of me, Tristam, must have been amused at my frustration because I couldn't help but smile. I'd lived some fifty lifetimes, even more than that, and I still didn't understand women.

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"So? How was she, my Lord?" Ransom asked. "Feisty, I'll wager. Virgins always are."

"I didn't fuck her," I told him, pulling my sword and tossing the scabbard onto a table with a clatter.

"Why not?" He drew his own sword. "You could have bought a whorehouse for the price you paid."

"Don't remind me." I chuckled and held my sword en parte, offering the black giant a bow.

"I wonder if Lady Helena has found a use for hers." Ransom grinned and held up his saber. "Whenever you're ready, my Lord."

We fought side by side for an hour, battling an endless hoard of Raltese pirates. They were only holograms, of course, and their skills were somewhat lackluster, but the point was the work. They were good exercise and that's precisely what I needed. The real workout came after a short rest, when I faced Ransom and I always looked forward to testing myself that way.

"You're getting better, my Lord," Ransom said, panting the words as he leapt away from my saber.

"I feel better," I agreed, feinting at his left thigh before turning the blade upwards.

He could be surprisingly quick for such a large man, but even so, Ransom barely parried the cut to his abdomen. My problem wasn't my considerable skill or superb technique, but rather a lack of coordination. I'd never excelled at sports or any sort of physical activity more strenuous than watching Saturday morning cartoons. Thankfully, several grueling workouts everyday for three weeks had gone a long way towards fixing that.

I wasn't nearly as proficient as I'd been in the prime of my previous life, but I'd get there eventually. For the moment it was enough that I could hold my own against Ransom for nearly twenty minutes before he slipped past my guard and gave my shoulder a cold, stinging kiss to remember him by.

"Fuck!" I winced, looking at my tunic and feeling the blood flowing inside it. "Ouch."

"Just a scratch, my Lord." Ransom took a deep breath, looking at his sword and the small red stain on the tip.

"I need more practice," I sighed. "Jericho, send the doctor in."

"You should rest once in awhile," my friend told me, cleaning his blade before sheathing it. "Take a day off. You're pushing yourself too hard."

"No." I picked up my scabbard and sheathed my saber as Dr. Esyaseyayas walked into the room, looking blue and handsome as ever. "I've got to get into shape before we go home."

"With your permission…" the doctor said, reaching for my tunic and undoing the buttons. "You could wear armor, my Lord."

"And what excuse would we have then?" I asked him with a smile, reaching up to touch his face.

"Get in shape for Mercia? Why?" Ransom asked, sitting down as Esya poured cold water from a perspiring carafe. "Who do you want to impress?"

"Nobody," I sighed, examining the doctor's lush, pink mouth with my thumb while he closed the wound to my shoulder.

"All better," he said in his sing-song voice. "Does my Lord require anything else?"

"Oh yes," I breathed, sliding my hand behind his head and pulling his mouth to mine.

Dr. Yes had to bend over, being nearly a foot taller than me, and I liked to give myself to him. The same way I'd enjoyed being used by Billy and his friends, or dominated by Mr. Moore, I liked it best when the good doctor would take advantage of my small size. I wanted him to treat me like a teenage faggot hungry for sexual attention. He'd taken some convincing though, as he came from a world called Eyas for short, the full name being much too long to pronounce, let alone remember.

Anyway, the Eyasians were never a dominant race; they'd developed a serene, pacific nature and dedicated themselves to the service of others. They made the most wonderful servants, as you can imagine, and aside from being among the finest dancers, musicians, and artists in the galaxy, they'd elevated medicine to an art form all its own. Talking Dr. Yes into having his way with me had been a challenge, but once he had a better understanding of what I desired from him…

"Turn around," he whispered, already tugging at my breeches to expose my shapely ass.

"Yessss…" I moaned, finding the table where my sword lay and the doctor pushed me over it.

He worked my pants down around my knees and I spread my legs as far as possible. I looked over my shoulder at him, drinking in his silver eyes and hair, his pale blue face turning darker with excitement as he freed his penis. This had become our daily ritual, after my evening workouts with Ransom when I'd invariably need his professional attention. Dr. Yes would take care of my wound and I'd drain his heavy balls, sometimes with my mouth and other times with my ass. We liked it both ways and I left it to his discretion.

On this particular night, he wanted to fuck me quick and deep. The alien pushed me down with his left hand, holding me by the back of my neck as he rubbed his erection between the cheeks of my ass. Dr. Yes had a huge cock too! Ten inches long and thick, hard as steel and already dripping with clear precum much like a human penis would. It was thin and watery, tasteless as well, and it made his entry much easier as I tried to relax around the discomfort of being stretched around him.

"Don't hold your breath." Ransom chuckled, sipping his water and watching us. "I've heard that only makes it worse."

"Tha-anks! Ugh!" I grunted as the doctor popped the smooth head of his prick past my sphincter. "Fuck! Me! That feels…Ugh! Good!"

"For me as well, my Lord," Dr. Yes breathed, pausing with only an inch or two of fat cock stretching my hole.

Now that he had me firmly impaled on his prick, he reached beneath me to find my flat chest and I loved his hands. Doctor hands, so amazingly soft and gentle and he knew exactly where and how to touch me. I closed my eyes and wriggled my butt, screwing my asshole onto his erection while he pinched and pulled at my sensitive nipples. Dr. Yes didn't move his hips at all, he didn't fuck me, but let me do all the work for him. I pushed myself backwards eagerly, grinding my burning rectum on his swollen prick as he slid deeper into my gut.

"I'm still curious why you're so worried about your fencing," Ransom said, and I think he rather enjoyed idle conversation while I was busy fucking someone.

"Ummm huh!" I gasped as the doctor decided to give me a little push, taking twin handfuls of my boy tits and tugging me onto his cock.

I still had merely half of his cock inside me and my own was only semi-hard at best, small and pink and drooling precum onto my thighs as it flopped around. My balls ached, however, the sperm inside eager to escape the pressure in my ass. He eased back a fraction of an inch and pushed again, shoving my tender muscles aside as they burned in protest. It must have felt good for him though. Dr. Yes began pumping me like a bitch, fucking his cock deeper into my boy cunt while I jerked beneath him. I arched my back and rocked my hips, nodding my head as I breathed heavily through my nose.

"If I didn't know better," Ransom continued, "I'd think you were preparing for a duel."

"Give me your mouth," the doctor whispered, leaning over me as I turned my head.

His tongue pushed past my lips and I played my own against it, welcoming his passionate kiss with a soft moan. Dr. Yes wasn't completely inside me, not yet, but already I felt his cockhead massaging my prostate with electric jolts of pleasure. I shivered as he strained to get the last inch of his huge prick past my puffy anus. He pulled halfway out and thrust into me hard, his precum easing the friction and making it good for him, but my asshole throbbed as his prick tore into my bowels. The alien's silver haired scrotum and low hanging balls slapped my own and he held us like that for a moment, plainly enjoying the sensation of my hot, tight ass wrapped lovingly around his cock.

"Hmmm...Like Nurse Seyasesa," he breathed. "Such a delight to fuck you, my Lord."

"But a duel with whom? That's the question," Ransom sighed and then chuckled. "It vexes me, my Lord. It truly does."

"Mmmph…" I couldn't answer with the doctor's long, pink tongue once again filling my mouth.

The discomfort in my ass had given way to something else entirely as he rocked himself gently in and out, fucking me with the full length of his penis. He'd pull back slowly until just the glans remained inside and then tease me with one long push, sliding his cock between the clasping walls of my rectum and deeper, bending the curving channel of my fuck hole to accommodate his steely shaft. Dr. Yes was undoubtedly the monster fuck of my young life, being mature and patient and restrained. He could fuck me for an hour if he felt like it, of that I had no doubt. The man, so typical of his altruistic race, only cared about one thing – making me feel as good as possible.

"Has someone insulted your honor, my Lord?" Ransom asked and then answered himself a moment later. "No. I would have heard about that."

"Do you want to cum?" Dr. Yes asked me, reaching down to find my penis and he wrapped his wonderfully soft fingers around the flaccid shaft.

"Yeah," I breathed, pulling at the muscles in my gut and squeezing my asshole around his cock. "Jerk me off while you fuck me…Harder. Uh-huh. Fuck my ass…God! Fuck me!"

"You're not planning on insulting anyone," Ransom said. "Are you? Hmmm…It would have to be a good one, my Lord. Not many people would demand satisfaction from the Lord High Marshal, not without a very good reason."

"Ohhhh…" I sighed as my penis grew longer in the doctor's hand, thicker with my arousal and precum spilled across his fingers.

He jerked me off in time with his thrusting hips, slapping my ass with his pale blue flesh at a steady pace. Dr. Yes fucked me like a machine, turning my ass into a boy cunt for our pleasure. My bruised anus slid back and forth along his sleek shaft, so beautifully hard beneath the satin skin covering it. His natural juices oiled the tight throat of my rectum and it wasn't going to take me long to cum. He pulled on my dick faster, picking up the pace as I hunched my hips and fucked his fist; fucking his cock with my horny ass. I gasped and groaned, grinding my faggot pussy onto his dick like a whore.

"Now what could you possibly say to someone that would…"

"Having a nice workout, my Lord?" Lady Helena of Cepheus interrupted Ransom with a shake of her head. "I've been trying to reach you for twenty minutes."

"He's been indisposed," Ransom replied with a chuckle. "Have a seat, my Lady. We've been discussing his upcoming duel."

"What duel? With whom?" she asked, not sitting at all, but standing on the other side of the table so she could see my face while Dr. Yes fucked me.

"That's what he won't tell me," the black giant replied. "My Lord does enjoy his little games."

"Hmph." Helena didn't even smile, but only tilted her hips and crossed her arms over her small, enticing breasts. She wore black again, that leather catsuit that she loved to tease me with, and I'll admit that I'd grown fond of it myself.

"What are you two talking about?" I panted, trying to hold back my orgasm. "Oh! Uhhh…"

Too late. Dr. Yes had given me one last pull, sliding his wet fingers along my prick to coax the sperm from my balls. My ass spasmed around his cock and he surrendered as well, loosing a flood of thin alien cum into my ass and unlike humans, Eyasian males ejaculate their semen by the pint. It has something to do with the females of the species whose vaginas fill up like water balloons. They keep the semen inside them for hours, holding it inside a reproductive bladder like piss until they decide to use the bathroom and let it go.

It felt wonderful for me, sort of like a hot enema as I could feel my bowels expanding against the pressure. I didn't have an ass bladder, however, and as soon as the doctor pulled his cock from my rectum, his cum poured out of my gaping asshole, down my legs and mostly onto my breeches as they were stretched taut between my knees. That's the only problem with fucking blue aliens, they made a real mess of it at the end.

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"Lady Preston is enroute from Windham." Helena walked with me through my apartments. "Are you alright, my Lord?"

"I'm just a little sore," I replied, moving along gingerly with my legs slightly bowed beneath the scarlet robe I'd donned. "What were you saying?"

"The Lady Preston is returning aboard a diplomatic shuttle…"

"Why would she do that?" I asked, entering the baths and finding all four of my slaves there. It had become their favorite room.

"Her last communication was vague," Helena continued. "But apparently the Marquis has made certain proposals and desires that they be delivered in person."

"Master." Srah looked up from the edge of the pool where she straddled my mother's thighs.

"Hmmm…" Bambi opened her blue eyes and smiled at me, lying on her tummy while the hermaphrodite massaged her firm, round butt.

On the opposite side, the other two were indulging in the same pleasurable exercise. Troy lay on her belly, arms crossed under her cheek, while Marcia poured oil onto her golden back. The bath itself formed a round, marble pool with steps leading into the steaming water. An ornate fountain stood at the edge opposite the archway, a nude woman pouring water from a pitcher. The walls were covered with a mosaic of small, brightly colored tiles. Flowering plants filled the humid air with their natural perfumes and soft music played from nowhere in particular.

And people wondered if I missed Earth?

"Orion!" Marcia grinned and slapped Troy's ass with her slippery hands as she started to get up.

"No..." I waved her back down. "Stay there. I just want to watch you while I soak."

She pouted playfully and reached for the oil as Esya helped me out of my robe. He'd followed us from the gymnasium, of course, and his sole job seemed to be following me around. I didn't mind because he looked so beautiful, even effeminate in his delicate face and lithe body. Only his pale blue cock and hairless scrotum offered proof that he wasn't a girl and I wondered for the hundredth time if he wouldn't give himself to me completely. I knew he would.

"Don't just stand there, Helena…" I smiled over my shoulder as I stepped into the pool. "Take off your clothes and join me."

"Lady Preston will arrive in about twelve hours, my Lord." She sat down on a marble bench and ignored my suggestion. "You may wish to consider drafting a note."

"A list of grievances against our wayward noblesse?" I sat down carefully, feeling a dull ache in my rectum, but the hot bath proved very soothing.

"The Marquis holds over six hundred systems," she reminded me. "We've indulged a policy of appeasement and it's made him greedy for more. He's been withholding resources, increasing taxes, negotiating trade agreements without consulting the Empire…"

"That does sound greedy," I said absently, finding Srah's uncircumcised penis much more interesting than the politics I already knew by heart. She slid it between the cleft of my mother's ass, dripping golden precum while she massaged the woman's shoulders. I'd given her permission to use Bambi's mouth and asshole as she desired, but the woman's fertile womb was off limits for the time being.

"He's clearly been holding back technology," Helena continued. "Lord Chasse believes the Marquis likely supported Horus in the recent coup attempt."

"He has evidence?" I asked and my own cock had grown stiff beneath the water.

They were a work of art, Srah and Bambi together; a beautiful sculpture come to life. Esya stood nearby in case I needed anything and I had half a mind to call him into the water, but I liked being alone for the moment and surrounded by temptation. Helena could have joined me though; I wouldn't have said no to that and I liked the way her red hair fell across her left shoulder and curled beneath her breasts. She'd crossed her long legs and the leather gleamed as it grew damp with sweat. The room was kept sultry and Helena's oriental face had taken on a faint emerald hue thanks to her green blood.

"No, my Lord," Helena admitted. "Nothing concrete as yet, but Horus had made it clear he supported greater autonomy for Windham."

"No. I meant the technology," I said. "Have we gotten any confirmation on these new ships Windham's building?"

"We've established a listening post near the Spencer Rift," she said. "Secretly, of course; military intelligence believes that Windham's constructed a facility beyond the Mask of Demetrios."

"If one wanted to hide a fleet, that would be a good place to do it," I sighed. "Give me a map of Windham."

Looking at the chart floating above the pool, it made sense. Windham's space occupied some six hundred systems along the outer limit of the Spinward March. The Spencer Rift yawned like a doorway, tearing a gap through a huge nebula which formed a wall along the frontier. No ship could traverse it without having her sensors fouled by the radiation and there wasn't any good reason to try. There simply wasn't anything on the other side but the vast void between the Milky Way and its nearest neighbor, the galaxy known as Andromeda, a faint spiral some two million light years distant.

"We've had confirmed reports of traffic moving through the Rift," Helena told me. "Bulk carriers, construction fleets, but no mining or survey craft."

"And the technology…"

"We believe they've made a breakthrough in graviton technology," she said. "Chasse has penetrated a number of research facilities, but none of them have been able to give us reliable data."

"Then why are we thinking gravity?"

"The Natural Sciences Lab at Klamath University has been monitoring temporal seismic activity."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"Fluctuations in space-time," Helena explained. "The university published data suggesting that they've detected artificial distortion of extragalactic origin."

"From the other side of the Rift, I suppose?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"And so we're assuming Windham's developed graviton technology based on…What? A single paper written by some nutty professor?" I took a deep breath and physics had never been a strength of mine. Of the seven known dimensions, gravity was the simplest and therefore the most difficult for the layman to understand.

"Nutty?" Helena frowned.

"Are we too paranoid?" I wondered, not bothering to explain and she let it go with a rare smile.

"Too paranoid is an oxymoron."

"One of my many talents." I smiled back at her. "Secession is what the Marquis wants. Their loyalty to the Empire has always been questionable."

"As you say, my Lord." Helena nodded, happy that I was seeing things her way for a change. "They surrendered too quickly. I've never trusted this so-called alliance."

"Politics," I sighed and we shared a look of agreement.

Before its first contact with the Empire, the Windham system had forged a small kingdom all its own. They'd developed faster than light travel and over the previous thousand years had colonized a hundred nearby star systems, including a dozen that were inhabited with intelligent, although technically inferior humanoid races.

Talis had taken Windham and its holdings largely intact and all at once, a rare event that had occasioned much excitement at the capital. The Emperor, through the Duchess, had been inclined to be generous in light of the unexpected windfall. The ruler of Windham had been given hereditary titles and additional systems to rule as the Marquis de Windham. He and his new counts and barons had pledged their fealty to the Empire, but all the while plotting to increase their wealth and power.

Windham had the advantage of being on the frontier, at the edge of known space as the Empire continued to expand. Nearer the core, their treachery would have been snipped at the bud, but out here the influence of Windham's nobility offered too much advantage to be easily replaced. There were always other, greater problems that required the Empire's attention and so Talis had relied upon negotiation and threats, taking a long view and making her endless preparations for the inevitable.

Too soon, the inevitable stood upon our doorstep.

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"Would you sell yourself to me?" I asked Esya, whispering into his ear as I held him from behind.

We were practicing our swordplay, or practicing his, at any rate. I had my left arm around his thin waist, my right hand holding his wrist as he held a foil. The instruction was merely an excuse, however, and we were dancing more than anything else. We even had music, a bright march written five thousand years before, and it offered a steady, perfect cadence to our motion.

His platinum hair seemed to flow like quicksilver around his naked shoulders and my erection pressed against the boy's ass. His own stiff penis bobbed up and down while we moved and I'd have to take him before too much longer. Esya didn't turn his head, but concentrated on the apparition before us, the hologram of a Zhouk Duelist, a professional assassin who relied upon social convention to lure his prey to an honorable death. Their tongues were said to be as sharp as their blades.

This one in particular had been dead some two hundred years, but I liked to remember him. It had been a good fight and he'd nearly had me, but in the end the tarnished repute of a certain young baroness had been repaired. I'd borne her husband no grudge for hiring the knave and returned the woman a fortnight later, only slightly worse for wear with my bastard growing in her belly.

"I'll give you a fair price," I told Esya, pulling his arm down to parry a thrust at his groin. The Zhouk had a sense of humor.

"My Lord, I'd give myself to you for the asking."

"That would be too much like stealing," I replied with a kiss on his cheek. "Five thousand?"

"My Lord!"

"Too little?" I teased him and the boy blushed, his cheeks turning violet with warmth. "Name your beneficiary."

"It's too much," he whispered as I let go of his wrist, sliding my hand along his arm.

"Not for the things I want to do to you," I sighed, holding his chest and rubbing one of Esya's dark nipples with my thumb. The lovely boy had captivated my desire and I enjoyed having a lover my own age physically; small and delicate, like a Grecian youth so often idolized back on Earth.

"I have no one else, my Lord. The Chief Steward employs me."

"Aren't you curious?"

"Yes," he said with a hard swallow and we were no longer moving; the hologram had disappeared.

"I want to turn you into a girl." I kissed his silken hair and found his neck, biting his supple flesh gently. "Mostly."

"Mostly?" Esya shivered as I kissed his shoulders.

I kissed my way down his spine, going to my knees and pushing his legs wide. I bit his right cheek, nibbling his ripe flesh while I pushed and pulled at his ass. I parted the wonderful cleavage guarding his anus and the boy looked like a girl, smelled and tasted like one. I pressed my nose to his sweet hole and his kissed his balls, extending my tongue and lapping at Esya's scrotum from behind. His cock throbbed in my hand as I reached around him blindly, stroking him off while I brought my kisses to his pink sphincter.

He bent his knees and then his waist for me, finally sinking to his hands and knees. Esya's forgotten foil clattered across the floor as I mounted him quickly. I caressed his pouting bud with my cock and pushed the blunt head into his boy pussy with one quick thrust of my hips. I felt him as hot and tight as any cunt I'd ever fucked, dry as well, but not terribly and not for long. I held the boy's slender hips and pulled him onto me with a sharp yelp. He arched his back, jerking as if he might get away, but instead he pushed himself backwards and my erection disappeared completely.

"Don't move," I breathed, stroking his back and soothing him. "Just relax, take a deep breath and tell me you want to be my slave."

"My Lord…" Esya whispered, not looking at me but dropping his head so that his hair swept the floor. "Master, I want to be your slave."

"If you want something from me," I told him. "This is the time to ask. Once I pay for you…"

"I know," he replied. "Promise me that you'll never sell me."

"That's all you want?"

"Yes, my…Master."

"I'll set your free before I'd ever sell you," I agreed. "I promise you that, Esya."

"Thank you, Master…Ummmm…Ugh!" he grunted loudly as I'd pulled my penis back and then drove it into his rectum to punctuate our deal.

That's how easy it could be to buy or become a slave. He could have asked me anything, agreed to any specific length of service. It was a negotiation and if he'd said no, I wouldn't have punished him. Doubtless there are slaves in the Empire who do not wish to be, but for the vast majority it's a position they seek knowingly, or at least accept when the opportunity arises. And they were all different. Srah wanted to be a slave because it's all she knew; she couldn't imagine another existence. Troy had become a slave to help her family. Marcia because she loved me. Bambi because...Well, as I said, not all slaves are willing and she wasn't complaining anyway. Not anymore.

I finished in Esya's mouth, turning the boy around and holding his head while I fucked his face. When he tried to grab my penis, I slapped his hand away. I wanted to see it sliding between his lush, pink lips. His silver eyes were fixed on mine and he swallowed eagerly as my cum spilled across his tongue. I watched his throat, the graceful curve of pale blue without even a small Adam's apple to mar his beauty, and he drank every drop until my orgasm finished.

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"My Lord?" Helena blinked at me as I entered her quarters, although I'd given the computer time to announce me.

"Is this inconvenient?" I asked, watching as she wrapped a teal robe around her naked body. "I wondered if you'd care to dine with me tonight."

"I was just, um…" She cleared her throat and glanced over her shoulder. "Resting."

"Really?"

"It's been a long day and, uh…" Helena smiled apologetically and her cheeks were flushed green, she looked damp all over, and I could smell her ripe sex. Cepheans smell of cinnamon when they're aroused, or so it always seemed to me.

"I see." I nodded and walked across the room, looking for the doorway I knew had to be there.

"Well, I just…My Lord? Wait…No..."

"I just want to see what you've been up to," I said, waving my hand as the arch appeared and through it I could see a snowbound landscape.

"Don't go in there," Helena whispered. "She frightens easily."

"You turned your apartments into Old Protia?" I grinned at her and she scowled in reply.

"I wanted Sifja to feel at home."

"Sifja?"

"The priestess," Helena said. "That's her name."

"You've made friends with her?"

"Sort of." She shrugged. "Sifja thinks I'm Aho."

"The bear goddess Aho?" I smiled at that idea. "How did you manage that?"

"I used a hologram of a bear. You know, I let Sifja see it and then it would transform into a hologram of me and then I'd feed her."

"Ah hmmmm..." I tilted my head and bowed. "That's very clever of you."

"Yes," Helena agreed with a smile. "I always encounter her as the bear first. I teach her something and when she's good, I reward her with food, trinkets, a blanket perhaps, some new clothing."

"If she's bad?"

"If she's bad, I take away the totem and give her a long night of lightning and thunder." Helena smiled at her own cleverness. "Sifja's only rarely disappointing."

"What have you taught her?"

"Huh? Oh! Well, um…Just small things, my Lord," she said, playing with her hair. "You wouldn't be interested."

"Of course, I'm interested," I protested with a grin. "I was afraid this priestess would snap your neck and here you are teaching her tricks? Show me one."

"No. Please, it's just…"

"My dear Lady Helena, don't be modest. Go on…I want to see how you do it. Give your Sifja a treat. Something sweet. Does she like chocolate?"

"Orion!" Helena actually giggled and I think that's the first time she'd called me by my name, at least in this lifetime.

"Esya? Be a good boy and fetch some chocolates for our Lady of Cepheus."

"Yes Master!"

"Master?" Helena narrowed her emerald eyes and I shrugged.

"My harem is growing."

"So I see." She laughed again and I could well imagine where her uncharacteristic mood had come from.

"You're amazing," I sighed, feeling helpless suddenly.

"You've told me that before," she whispered, hugging her robe only loosely closed with her arms across her stomach.

"I've meant it every time, Helena."

I reached for her robe, where it opened just above her breasts and she stood still as a statue. The woman's oriental eyes were shining as she watched my face and I touched her bare skin with my fingertips, feeling her twin hearts beating with a quick, irregular staccato. Helena didn't flinch or smile, but only watched as I brought my other hand upward, opening her robe to expose her breasts and small, green nipples. On Earth she would have barely qualified for a training bra, her tits were so small, just a handful for my fourteen-year-old hands. But on Cepheus, Helena was very well proportioned and I wondered if she'd had a boob job. Most women of her kind had the tits of a twelve year old boy, which is to say none at all.

"My Lord…" she breathed, licking her lips. "You shouldn't touch me like this."

"I know," I replied with a smile, thumbing her nipples until they felt hard as diamonds. "That's what makes it so much fun."

"No…" Helena tried to keep her robe closed as I pulled it open, but she didn't try very hard.

"Ohhh…" I widened my eyes at her pussy. A thatch of fine red pubic hair was unable to hide her pronounced vulva and most especially the bruises and teeth marks surrounding it.

Helena had a dozen small love bites, hickeys, at the tops of her thighs, on her hips, and especially around her sex. I could see her labia distended and swollen, hanging loose and moist as I touched her with my fingers. On the outside she seemed so human, not unlike a great many other races I'd encountered through the long millennia, the real differences were on the inside and perhaps not even there as she jerked away from my fingers.

"Chocolates, my Lady," Esya's breathless voice had interrupted us and for once I felt annoyed with his eagerness to please. He must have sprinted to the kitchens and back.

"You mustn't, my Lord!" Helena gasped, covering herself quickly and whatever spell she'd been under had been broken.

"It's alright," I whispered, but she only shook her head.

"I'm still a virgin, I swear." Helena swallowed hard, meeting my steady gaze and my cock strained with lust. "I let her kiss me, that's all."

"I know." I caught Esya from the corner of my eye, standing with a silver tray laden with chocolates.

I selected a piece, smiling as I saw the word "Hersey's" imprinted on top. Earth was contributing to the Empire already.

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"Troy…Bambi…" I said, walking through the Pillow Room, as I liked to call it.

Marcia sat up, pouting for a moment, but Srah pulled her back down as the other two followed me. I paused at the doorway to the master bedroom, stopping Esya and giving him a small kiss on the lips.

"Sleep with the others," I told him. "I won't need you anymore tonight."

He didn't pout, but only smiled as Bambi flew to the bed with a giggle, jumping on it like a little girl and fluffing the pillows. Troy looked between us, small and golden and looking like she'd stepped out of a dream. Her beauty lent everything around her a quality that pleased the senses. Even her simple white shift seemed somehow different than the one my mother wore, but otherwise Troy seemed so completely human. I had half a mind to enter her in the next Miss Universe Pageant, but that wouldn't have been fair at all.

"Are you still mad at me?" I asked her and she frowned, turning the corners of her delicate mouth downward with her eyes.

"Forgive me, Master," she whispered. "I didn't understand what you wanted to give me."

"The garden is still there," I told her. "It will always be there, if you want it."

"Hey!" Bambi sighed. "What are you whispering about?"

"How do you know…" Troy bit her lip and lifted her eyes, and I wasn't but an inch or two taller than her anyway.

"About your place?" I smiled at her, ignoring Bambi as she slapped the pillows and bounced her butt on the bed.

"It looks exactly the same," she said with a nod. "Everything is how I remember."

"It has to be," I replied with a shrug. "I used your memories to create it."

"Are you two going to stand there all night?" Bambi asked with a theatrical sigh. "Wake me up when you come to bed!"

"My memories?" Troy's dark brown eyes grew large.

"You were scanned," I told her, but it wasn't much of an explanation. She'd been asleep at the time because I'd wanted to protect my new slave as much as I could.

"Alright." She nodded, accepting the word without knowing what it meant. I took it as a sign of trust and held her hand, leading her towards the bed.

"It's about time," Bambi said, sitting up and pulling her shift over her head. "I've been waiting for this all day."

"Just lie there and watch," I told her.

"What?" My mother's bright blue eyes widened as she sat naked with her swollen tits rising and falling above her flat tummy.

"And don't talk either," I said, looking at Troy as she sat on the edge of the bed with her back to Bambi.

"I've never done this before," the girl confessed with a lick of her lips, watching my face as I pinched her shift in my fingers and pulled it upward.

"That's not fair!" Bambi pouted, crossing her arms over her breasts and sitting back with a dull whump.

"I'll be careful," I promised Troy, ignoring Mom's theatrics.

She held up her arms so I could remove the shift completely, exposing her golden body. Her tits were round and perfectly formed, impossibly firm with puffy, dark nipples pointing upward. They might have been C-cups on Earth, but Troy had a petite body otherwise and I'm no expert. They were too big for my hands anyway and despite their perfection, I knew the girl was completely natural. There were no plastic surgeons or gentechs on her little moon in the middle of nowhere and Vonald hadn't tinkered with Troy at all; trying to improve the slave would have been a wasted effort.

Troy had muscles too, not like the priestess or anything, but she had a marvelous tone beneath her flawless skin. Growing up in a jungle, spending her days climbing trees and chasing game, carrying water from the nearby river to her village. Primitive peoples had no leisure, not while the sun shone, and at night Troy would dance naked with her sisters around a fire while the young men sang and the old men watched. How she'd remained a virgin, I had no idea, but I admired and appreciated the restraint the men of her village practiced. I'd seen the holograms, replayed them while waiting for her delivery, and I wondered what such a life would be like. The simplicity of it had a certain appeal, but only as a dream I'd never realize. We're all born to who we are.

I opened my breeches and pulled loose my erection, smiling at the look of honest curiosity on Troy's immaculate face. She stared at it, but I couldn't read her thoughts. I knew my penis wasn't large by any standard, being just a few years into puberty like I was and still growing into manhood. She must have seen naked males before, but perhaps not when they were aroused. Did she find my cock attractive or ugly? I didn't know and despite the confidence being joined with Tristam gave me, facing this most wonderful creature and exposing myself completely to her opinion filled me with the nervousness any boy would feel.

The sensation of my tummy growing tight, the rapid beating of my heart as it pumped adrenalin through my veins, warmed me with the reassurance that I hadn't changed completely. For the first time in a hundred lifetimes I felt intimidated by a woman and I laughed softly when I took Troy's head in my hand, slipping my fingers into her hair as I pulled her closer.

"I want you to suck my cock," I whispered. "Take it inside your mouth for me."

"But I don't know how…" She hesitated and I didn't force her, not really; I only urged her with a gentle insistence.

"You want me to show her how?" Bambi asked and I couldn't tell if she was hopeful or sarcastic. Probably a bit of both and I ignored her.

"Hmmmm…" I sighed as Troy's mouth opened and she took only the circumcised head on her tongue.

She explored my penis, circling her tongue around the smooth glans slowly at first, tentatively. Soon enough she learned that it wouldn't hurt her and Troy began washing me not eagerly, but dutifully at least. She'd lick and suck for a few seconds and then pull her mouth off, pushing the spit and precum out without swallowing. She wasn't quite that bold yet, but I liked watching the clear mixture flow down her chin, dripping onto her heaving breasts as she'd catch her breath. Troy hadn't learned to breathe through her nose either and I'd never met a girl so innocent.

"Try again," I whispered. "Suck it gently…Breathe through your nose, Troy. Don't take it out this time."

"What a little girl," Mom sighed. "She's like a ten-year-old nun. Let a real whore take care of you, faggot."

"Bambi…" I warned her with a glance.

"I'll give you the best blowjob of your life," she purred, rubbing her oily cunt and slipping a finger inside her hole. "You don't need her. Let me suck it for you."

"I'll have you gagged in a minute," I said. "Be quiet."

"Umph!" Troy jerked her head back, making me wince as her teeth scraped my dick. She coughed and spat onto the floor between her feet. I'd given her half my erection, not even that much, and the girl had panicked.

"Ha! See? It isn't even that big and she's choking on it," Mom said with a giggle, pushing herself off the pillows. "Get out of the way, bitch. I'll show you how to suck a cock!"

"Bind her," I sighed.

"Hey! What? Let me go!"

"Sorry, Bambi," I said. "But I did warn you."

"Faggot…Master…No!" Mom struggled as wide, soft straps grew out of the bed, coiling around her ankles and wrists like pythons.

She couldn't escape and more of them crawled across and around her thighs and biceps, pulling my mother spread eagle on her half of the large bed.

"I'm sorry! I'll be good, my Lord…Mastermmmph!" A gag shaped like a short, fat penis forced its way into her open mouth. "Nnnmph!"

Troy stared over her shoulder, quivering with tension and looking as if she might bolt from the room like a frightened deer.

"Don't worry," I said, turning her head with my fingertips. "She won't be hurt. I'll never hurt any of you. Okay?"

"Y-Yes Master," she whispered, but her eyes were floating and her lower lip trembled.

"You're safe here," I promised, urging her to take my cock once more into her mouth. "Try again. Take your time and suck it nicely, Troy. You have to learn how."

"Yes Master."

We ignored Bambi's struggling as Troy took me between her lips, working her tongue around my cock and taking me gradually deeper. I rewarded her with whispered words of praise, letting the girl know what I liked and she learned, slowly but surely. I played with her hair, dark and thick and incredibly soft. Her mouth wasn't very large at all and Troy's lips were tight around the shaft as she slid them back and forth, finding a steady rhythm and only gagging occasionally. She learned to swallow the juices filling her mouth, saliva and precum swishing around my cock as I fucked her lovely face. Some of it would leak from the corners, spilling down her chin and adding to the mess on her ripe tits.

"All of it," I breathed and after some fifteen or twenty minutes, I knew she had to be growing tired.

Troy's tongue barely moved at all and I remembered well how quickly my own had tired when I'd first started sucking cock. At least she no longer choked on my penis, not until I held her head with both hands and began fucking her in earnest. She didn't resist, but only pressed her hands to my thighs as I stood in front of her, squeezing my legs while I thrust with my hips.

"Ummph!" My cockhead touched the entrance to her throat and Troy gagged weakly, snorting through her nose as I pulled back and did it again.

"You can do it," I told her. "Swallow. Let me in, Troy. Let me fuck you now."

"Ulp! Mmph! Ummmm…"

Like magic she'd swallowed at exactly the right moment and my cockhead slipped into her tight esophagus. My balls found her chin and I held her against me, hunched over the girl and cradling her like a child. I wasn't long enough to get too far inside her throat, but I could feel the muscles spasm with confusion as she tried to swallow my erection. Troy's arms had gone around my waist for a second, instinctively perhaps, but then she realized she couldn't breathe with my cock holding her open and she tried to push me away.

I didn't resist and I didn't want to cum either, although teaching her how to suck me off had brought me right to the edge. Troy gasped and spit up a wad of spit, coughing and lifting a hand to feel her throat bruised throat. I knew exactly how strange it felt to deep throat a penis for the very first time, just like I knew I must have frightened her with that new experience.

Her eyes were wet and so I kissed her. I pushed my tongue into the wet, warm hole between her lips and kissed Troy deeply until her body relaxed and her tongue began to move against mine. I reached down to find her left breasts and I massaged it while we made out and perhaps I should have done that with her first, but I'd really wanted to see her sucking my dick.

"Enough," I decided after several minutes and she tasted as exotic as she looked. "I need to cum."

Troy helped me undress quickly, and I crawled between my mother's bound legs. I pushed my cock inside her greasy sex easily, pumping her hard and fast while she moaned around her gag.

"This is why you're here," I told her, panting the words as I felt my cock swelling even larger with my imminent orgasm. "Birth control…Ohhhh…Fuck! Bambi…Yessss!"

I groaned as my balls unloaded inside my mother's unprotected sex and I'd keep fucking her every chance I got until I knew she was pregnant. I used her for a living condom after enjoying foreplay with one of the other slaves. Marcia wasn't protected either, not anymore, and Troy was still a virgin and I had half a mind to keep her that way permanently. I liked to see her and know that she'd never had a cock inside her naïve sex, never felt a man's semen flooding her womb. A part of me wondered if that wasn't the secret of her sublime beauty and I very much wished I'd known of Srah's virginity before the instant when I'd taken it.

"That's exactly what I needed, Mom," I sighed, keeping my cock inside her as the bed adjusted to elevate her hips. "I think I'll sleep here tonight."

Troy lay beside us, curled on her side while I closed my eyes and snuggled comfortably atop Bambi. Her tits pillowed my chest while her pussy formed a delicious cradle for her son's cock. It would be another long, fitful night and I'd probably end up fucking her at least twice more before it was over. For some reason, sleeping with my semi-hard penis wrapped lovingly within her cummy vagina had quickly become something of an incestuous family tradition. I felt very safe and warm in her arms, even if Bambi couldn't hug me on this particular night. I left the gag in her mouth too, just to make sure she'd learn her lesson well.

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"Mmmm…" I woke up slowly, pushing my aching cock into a warm, wet dream.

"Mmmph!" Bambi agreed, lifting her hips to meet my morning erection. Her arms and legs were still bound, of course; the gag still firmly planted between her taut lips.

I opened my eyes to a veil of golden hair and kissed her neck. The bed had formed a saddle shaped hump beneath her hips and I lay hunched between her wide spread thighs, riding Bambi's sloppy cunt with long, slow strokes. I could get the full length of my cock inside her easily and my balls would meet her ass with a damp slapping sound. I'd filled her three times already and orgasm number four would take a nice, long while.

The entire ceiling had turned transparent, or so it seemed, and I caught Troy watching us. Her brown eyes were brightened by the sun rising from behind the Earth and for the first time I could see them flecked with gold. They were usually dark as coffee and I had so much more to discover about her. I fucked my mother, but watched Troy as she brought her left knee high, bending it to part her caramel thighs and expose her sex.

"Touch yourself," I told the alien girl, holding my cock as far inside Bambi as it would reach and grinding my crotch against hers.

Troy spread her dark pussy lips for me, taking ragged breaths through her nose as she neither frowned nor smiled. Her tummy undulated, her golden skin moving like a fluid over the muscles beneath. I saw her sex blossom pink and moist around the hymen that guarded her purity. I licked my lips and fucked Bambi in time with Troy's hips, she'd began to pant and throw her sex at her fingers so urgently I feared she would despoil herself and steal my prize.

"Stop!" I gasped, cumming all of a sudden even as my mother's orgasm peaked.

I heard the silk cords around her flesh strain to hold her and Bambi's hungry cunt swallowed my semen with brilliant contractions of pleasure. I had to close my eyes and push myself upward on stiff arms, bending my back to loose my sperm deep inside her well-fucked and decidedly amoral womb. The desire to keep myself buried in the slimy bath of her cunt was thwarted with the need to piss and I had half a mind to give her that as well.

"Plug her vagina," I breathed, sitting back even as a soft, bulbous pacifier slithered between Bambi's legs and plunged between her distended labia to fill the mouth of her sex.

"Master…" Troy whispered as I took her by the hand.

"Come with me," I told her, pulling my slave into the private bath. "Hold my cock while I piss."

"As you wish," she agreed quietly, taking my semi-hard and cum soaked penis in her fingers.

Troy stood beside me, looking awkward and nervous while directing the stream into a toilet of human design, not alien. There were a variety of styles, some of them quite confusing at first sight. One thing every species has in common, from one end of the galaxy to the other, is a preference for their own unique plumbing.

"You must learn to appreciate every part of ourselves," I told Troy. "You and me, the others, in this place we're unashamed. Shake it…Now get on your knees and clean me."

"Master?"

"With your mouth," I said, pushing the girl to the tiles and she did as I asked, although reluctantly.

Perhaps she thought I meant to punish her this way, but I didn't. I only wished to free her from an irrational fear of our bodies, a freedom I enjoyed thanks to Billy and his unwitting friends. Out of darkness, there comes light, I told myself, smiling as Troy closed her lips around my penis and washed the piss and cum away with her tongue. When I told her to swallow, she did, and I rewarded the girl with a caress of her cheek.

"You're entirely too beautiful for fucking," I sighed, watching as she began to suckle my prick with increasing vigor, bobbing up and down on the lengthening shaft. Trepidation had given way to something else entirely.

"Mmpph…" Troy grunted softly as my cockhead entered her throat and I smiled at that, stroking her hair and nodding. One of the most wondrous creatures in the universe, she learned quickly and her dark eyes were devoid of anything but pleasure.

"What a luxury."

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"My Lord." Helena narrowed her eyes and dipped her head. "I didn't expect you this morning."

"That's Lady Preston's shuttle," I said. "Is it not?"

"Yes, my Lord," she agreed.

"I haven't seen her in a long time," I said, as much to myself as to Helena.

"I understand."

"Do you?" I smiled and she shrugged in her ivory leather, posing with her feet apart, hands clasped behind her tight, round ass, and her back straight.

Helena should have been a general, I thought. She had that bearing, as if overlooking a great siege with the cold dispassion of purpose. But I knew her secrets now and I wondered if she had fresh love bites on her smallish breasts as well as her delectable vulva.

"You love her," Helena explained. "I should have expected you'd want to greet her personally."

"And when did you gain such an understanding of love?" I teased her with a smile.

"I've made a thorough study of it, my Lord," the Cephean said as we watched the diplomatic shuttle hover over the landing deck.

"Hmph." I nodded thoughtfully. "Why?"

"Love is a weakness," Helena replied. "You of all people should know that."

"I used to," I sighed. "But then I forgot."

The ship resembled a huge, oblong egg more than anything else, perhaps a hundred yards long and twenty-five yards in diameter at the widest point. The narrow end contained the cockpit, the larger end containing the propulsion systems, and in between were the luxurious accommodations suitable for an Imperial diplomat of the first rank. With a rush of venting gasses and the expected clash of metal, the shuttle dropped a dozen feet to rest on four landing struts. The mirror-like surface broke as the main hatchway opened.

Lady Preston had been appointed chargé d'affaires a few months before when the ambassador had been recalled. That had been the most recent and forceful show of displeasure with the Marquis de Windham. It should have given the old man a good clue that the status quo had to change. The Duchess had been put to the test soon after joining with her human host and her policy of appeasement was at an end. Doubtless she'd gone to Delphi to explain her plans to the Emperor and I expected a military resolution upon her return; politics by other means, as they say.

But Lady Preston…She had other titles, such as the Contessa Roesus a'Juire, thanks to a short-lived marriage, and Mistress Avion of Pleaides by dint of an old man's affection. I couldn't help but smile as she stepped off the shuttle and onto the deck, allowing one of her aides to escort her by the hand. She wore a purple redingote and a diplomat's golden tunic beneath, breeches and black boots of a delicate, less utilitarian design. Her eyes burned with lively blue flames and the Lady Preston's face broke into the smallest of petulant smiles when she saw me.

"She's grown up, hasn't she?" I breathed, tugging at my tunic and forgetting for the moment that I was only a teenage boy.

"When's the last time you saw her, my Lord?" Helena asked with a sideways look.

"About twenty-five years ago," I replied. "I brought her a Xetian cloud monkey for her third birthday."

"A cloud monkey?"

"Every girl should have one," I said with a chuckle, stepping forward to meet the Lady Preston.

"My Lord?" she said, turning it into a question as she paused before offering an elaborate curtsy, loosing a lock of raven hair across her albescent face.

"My Lady," I bowed as well, holding the hilt of my sword and bending stiffly at the waist.

Looking up a second later, I wondered why my beautiful daughter would ever have need of a pistol. When she shot me in the chest it all made perfect sense. You couldn't assassinate someone with a monkey, after all.

 

Chapter 11