"Specialist Lan, come in." Called Captain Tamerlan though the door.

Mei got up from the drab waiting room chair she was sitting in,
crossed the little room, and entered Tamerlan's cramped office.

"Have a seat specialist." He said gesturing to a chair that could
have been the carbon copy of the one she had just gotten out of.
At the sight of Mei he gave a little start. It had been obvious
from her personnel jacket that she was beautiful, but he had not
been prepared for this. The tightly tailored uniforms that looked
so smart on most members of the fleet produced a very different
effect on Mei. The high-necked uniform did look good on her, but 
her unreasonable body turned it from a display of military formality
to an erotic caricature. It reminded Tamerlan of a few overly sexy
gun adds he had seen, only Mei did not need a ridiculously tiny
uniform to look like a wet dream.

"So... you said you had something you wanted to talk over with me?"
Mei asked. She was used to the momentary stumble her beauty caused.

Tamerlan recovered smoothly, "Yes. You tested very highly on the
Officer Aptitude Screening Test, but we were particularly interested
in your combat scores."

Mei was surprised. She had very little combat training. As good as
she was at Judo, there was a big difference between being able
to throw someone twice her size and knowing how to handle herself
in a tactical situation or hitting what she aimed at. "Really?"
She said in her sultry voice. It wasn't that she was trying to be
sultry, that was just how she talked after the extended Mistress
dosing.

Tamerlan nodded, flipping a folder around so she could see it.
"Your general combat scores were about what we would expect from
someone as athletic and smart as you with no formal combat training.
Pretty good, but nothing to get working up about. But take a look at
your reflex sub scores..." he pointed to a spot on the papers, 
"and your response complexity index." He said stabbing a thick finger
at another point on the page open in from of Mei.

*99th percentile? I had better be there after I gave myself that
marine retro.* "Isn't that normal considering my modified genetics?"

Tamerlan smiled, "Perhaps I should clarify for you. You are in the
99th percentile of people who have been dosed with a pilot enhancement,
which is particularly impressive because Marine retros are optimized for
different things."

Mei sat back, her eyebrows raised. She had only been back from leave
for a few days, so she had not yet had the chance to got the
gym and see how she stacked up against marines. "What's the response
complexity index?" Mei knew a bit about testing, but she was no
psychometrics expert.

"That measures the complexity of your responses in very tight
time frames. A high response complexity index indicates that
you can solve complex problems very fast."

Mei nodded, "So what does this mean BuePers wants me to do?"

"Well your leadership scores are high enough that you would
make a great candidate for tactical track officer training.
If that's what you want, I will send the paperwork through
right now, but we think you would make an excellent pilot.
We won't even have to spend the money to enhance you."

Mei considered it for a moment. Pilots had a relatively high
mortality rate, but that also meant that there was plenty
of opportunity for promotion, something which Mei wanted for
the first time in her life. None of that really mattered though,
because humanity was in a fight for survival, and if BeuPers
thought Mei would serve her species and her Empress best as
a pilot, she was not going to argue. "Ok. I'll do it. Send me
to flight school."

Tamerlan leaned forward. "Don't rush to a decision. Piloting
fighters is not for everyone. You have to want it."

Mei just looked at him, "I know it's not what I planned,
but if this is where the Empire needs me, I want to be a
pilot."

Staring back at Mei, Tamerlan almost felt intimidated. Mei
certainly had a very powerful presence. This was a woman
who knew what she wanted out of life. If Tamerlan had to
guess, he would say she was probably used to getting it too.
"Well then, if your mind is made up, everything looks
like it's sorted out. I'll cut you transfer orders in a few
hours." Mei nodded and got up to leave. Tamerlan noticed
that her ass was just as fantastic as the rest of her.

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"Black Squadron, grapevine 70 on the Undying." Mei spoke calmly
into her mike, sending her bird rocketing into position. "Active
sensors on the belt." Her small squadron followed her arcing
path to assume the twisting holding pattern she had specified in
station with the cruiser. Mei could feel a prickling sensation
through the cybernetic link with her fighter. Before she had made
the month long journey to NB Reed, the navy had installed a small
chip in the base of her skull. The chip was connected to her ship
by a plug in the back of her neck. Bionic technology had not advanced
to the stage where humans and machines could interface directly,
but it was possible to create a sensory hallucination. Mei still
used her hands and legs to control the flight of her stead, but
the link gave her a far better visualization of the battlefield
than any display ever could have.

"Contact!" Mei heard the strained voice of Samantha Talbot from her 
her helmet. At the same time her tactical hallucination sprang to life
with one, two, then seven strong energy signatures. *Well, shit.* Mei
thought.

"Black leader, screen our retreat." The order came just as Mei was
going to order a full transition to missile defense.

"Aye, sir."

Mei switched to her command circuit, "Beta 1." The dizzying corkscrew
pattern her squadron was weaving settled into a more sedate pattern.
She glanced over her electronic warfare controls to reassure herself
that everything was there. Her big Bulldog class fighter was not
optimized for missile screening, but her spinal laser and powerful
screamers would be needed for what was to come. *If only I had counter
missiles loaded.* She thought. Instead her fighter was stuffed to the
gills with 4 huge ship killers and 10 scorpion missiles. The counter-fighter
scorpions were quite capable of knocking a capitol missile out of the
sky, but they did not have the same flight computers as a true
counter missile.

Black squadron held station with the four cruisers it was to protect
as they started heading in system, piling on the acceleration. Unfortunately,
momentum was working against the small detachment. They were currently
gliding towards the enemy with a closing speed of 50,000 kps. The smaller
cruisers had a much better acceleration curve than the dreadnoughts
they were running from, but even so they would still be inside
missile range of the big ships for more than three hours. Cruisers
were unlikely to survive the pounding a capitol ship could hand
out in that sort of time. It would be an hour before the party started,
so Mei set in to wait.

"There they go." breathed Mei, watching point after point of light separate
from the ominous hulks. *I should tell the computer to visualize them
as a school of minnows* she thought. The pinpricks of light in her hallucination
seemed so sterile.

The subsection of the missiles assigned to Black Squadron pulsed warmly
in her mind's eye, and a second indicator showed her the missiles that
the tactile computer had selected for her and her wingman Raj to personally deal
with. At this extreme range it would be another thirteen minutes until
the missiles reached the fighter screen. Mei fingered her release stud.

Somewhere in the nest of molycircs in Mei's fighter a clock rolled over.
The cybernetic brain obeyed the instructions of its human mistress and
bought the electronic warfare suite up to full power in less than a
tenth of a second. Mei's was just one voice in a great host of electronic
pandemonium screaming in the face of the incoming missiles. The big
missiles were designed for the cauldron of heavy space combat, and most
of them shrugged off the puny onslaught before them. A few froze up or
wandered off course. Mei fixed a frozen missile in her targeting system
and triggered her spinal laser. It took her a few more seconds to get
her nose in a position where the energy lens could refract the
beam to the right angle to hammer the missile out of the sky. As soon
as she was in position her flight computer sent a powerful spike of
energy ramming through space. Bulldog class fighters were designed
to swarm capitol ships, weaken their shields, and go for the throat.
The single energy weapon Mei mounted was powerful enough to open
a Super Dreadnought. It vaporized the missile in its path.

Then the incoming wave of missiles were in range of the Knight class
interceptors in the fighter screen. Where Mei's Bulldog fighter was
designed for going up against much larger ships in a slug fest, the
Knight's were true ship-to-ship fighters. The smaller ships were
only slightly faster than the Bulldogs, but they were much more
maneuverable, and mounted a far lighter armament. Rather than a
single powerful spinal laser, they mounted four capital
counter-missile laser clusters. The laser clusters had been originally
designed to be placed on the hull of capital ships to knock incoming
missiles out of the sky, but they turned out to be just as good
for killing fighters. Knight's had no room for ship killers, and
instead held 15 scorpion missiles, or counter missiles depending on
the mission they were expected to carry out.

Space started to boil once the Knights opened fire. Each of the
little fighters was firing more than three times a second, and
even though most shots missed, they were killing missiles. Mei
grinned as one of her scorpions killed a capitol missile.
The defensive action was over in seconds. When the big missiles
flashed past Mei was relieved to see that not one of the cruisers
went down, though the Wilhelm had taken at least one solid shot.
Still, this was only the first wave of missiles, and there were
already more on the way.

Mei wiped sweat from her brow. *It's amazing how exhausting 
sitting can be.* she thought. Her body felt worked over by
the powerful g-forces that had tugged on her frame over the
last hour. The skin tight flight suit she had on helped keep
her blood where it was supposed to be, and her Marine biology
helped her withstand the forces better than even a normal
pilot could expect to, but Mei had been overloading her
inertial sump more than she should have. Even for her
enhanced body, pulling 50 gees was a lot. She wore two sports
bras under her uniform to prevent her breasts from flying
around, but the massive forces on her body left her breasts
aching every time she got out of the cockpit. Fortunately her
marine body healed fast, and the pain was usually gone in half
an hour. Still, if she hadn't pulled that little stunt, she
could not have kept up with Raj and prevented a confused missile
from ripping him apart.

*Well, that's the end of it.* Thought Mei when her mental
display lit up with a host of enemy fighters. They must
have been hiding their energy signatures behind the
dreadnoughts.

Apparently Commander Blake had similar ideas because new
orders came through Mei's computer shortly, "All units:
reverse course. Fighters, form a drill screen, but your
survival is the priority. Cruisers, keep as many fighters
alive as you can."

Mei felt her lips peel back into a wolfish grin. This was
the sort of charge-into-hell a Bulldog was designed for.
"Black squadron, drill 3." She called. The fighters
settled into a twining pattern around the three surviving
cruisers.

Fifteen minutes later Mei and Raj were pinwheeling around
each other sending staccato bursts of light and heat lancing
into the void. Mei was overloading her inertial sump to
keep up with the faster Knight again. An enemy fighter had
an active lock on Raj, so Mei redirected her entire screamer
battery at him. The enemy's emissions became garbled for long
enough that Raj could spin his ship and open fire. The twisting
maneuver had definitely forced the young Indian pilot to overload
his inertial sump, and Mei felt an almost maternal pang of worry.
Her instruments told her she was 43 gees over the limit of her
own sump, so she was touched by a little amusement at the irony of
her concern.

When the Undying proved its name false less than half of Mei's
command was still alive, though she had gained the tattered
remains of Yellow and Green squadrons. She was now the ranking
officer in the doomed flotilla. "All units, dragon 1 on that ship."
She indicated the nearest dreadnought in her computer. The big
ship was in sprinting distance, and Mei could almost taste blood.

Engaged in a swirling chaos of light and blackness, it took Mei's
scattered command several precious seconds to form into the semblance
of the formation she had called. All around Mei, her ships were dying,
but still the grim band of fighters pressed onward into the maw. "I'm
the lamb, Raj." Mei said through a dedicated channel to her wingman.

"And I'm the wolf." He replied, settling in behind her.

Enemy after enemy came screaming towards Mei, only for her
to dodge and set Raj up for a shot. He did not always hit, but
he hit more than he missed. 33 attacking fighters became 17,
and then Mei and Raj had only 9 companions left, but the
dreadnought was in range of their ship killers. 

"All fire on the right flank!" Mei screamed, letting her first
giant missile loose. Soon the two other remaining Bulldogs joined
her. The three ship killers had short legs for missiles their size,
but that just meant that their engines could focus on speed. The
weapons knifed towards the dreadnought, accelerating faster than
anything else known to man. Even before they exploded, the second
volly was on its way. The shields collapsed before the third volly
hammered home, and then Mei was in energy range. She noticed Raj
roll to knock down two missiles flashing towards her. The maneuver
put the talented young pilot in a very tenuous position, and before
Mei's spinal laser had locked she watched her wingman get batted
out of the sky. Mei cut her engine power and gave herself up to the
fire control computer. A delicious arc of energy rammed through the
void and found the power plant of the dreadnought. Half a second after
Mei killed the capitol ship one of her consorts ripped Mei apart with
a counter missile.

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Mei opened her hatch and leaped out of her fighter. The Bulldog might have
been small by the standards of a warship, but it was still bigger than
two football fields. Before Mei hit the ground she triggered the small
jump set embedded in her flight suit. The little field generator at her
shoulders produced a pair of red tinted semi-translucent wings, which
Mei used to soar through the kilometers long hangar and towards the
locker room. If she had been pressed for time, she would have set her
jump gear to "jetpack", but she enjoyed the more serene journey on
her wings.

She landed just outside the locker room and went looking for Raj.
She found him getting out of his flight suit at his locker. "That
was amazing flying, Ace." She said patting him on the shoulder.

Raj started and turned to face Mei. He could not help
but feel a intimidated by her. The older woman was an unassailable
tower of self assured competence. Even though all the flight school
cadets were of the same rank, it often felt like Mei was in charge.
The instructors always picked her for leadership roles during
simulations, and she seemed to spend more time teaching the others
than actually studying or practicing herself.

On top of that she was unreasonably gorgeous. Raj knew that she
was in her early thirties, but she looked closer to 23 to him.
Her enchanting face was only surpassed by her almost over-ripe
body. She would have looked like some ancient fertility goddess
if it weren't for the hard muscles of her limbs.

He realized he had been staring, "Uuuhh, thanks."
He said looking at his fellow trainee. "You were pretty badass
yourself." 

"Thanks." said Mei. She turned to face the locker room more
generally, "Great job everyone. I know our side lost, but
*we* definitely deserve to celebrate. Raj here got 9 kills!"
There were a few cheers and whistles before the pilots
quited down. "Drinks on me." Said Mei with a grin.

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"What's up Raj? You should be celebrating." Mei had come over
to take a seat on the pool table near where the melancholy
looking pilot was sitting. She had noticed him slip away a
little while ago.

"S-Sorry. I'm just worried I guess."

Mei looked down at the earnest boy in front of her. The dour
expression on his handsome face sent a pang of protectiveness,
and something else though Mei. She just wanted to pick him up
and take control of his problems... and his body. *Down girl*
she thought to herself. "About what?"

Raj looked back at her with liquid brown eyes, "It's all this
school stuff. I'm not sure they're gonna let me be a pilot."

The comment took Mei by surprise. The coursework associated with
flight school was extremely light compared with the last time
Mei had been a student. She viewed the military history and
mathematics courses as a relaxing diversion from the rigor
of training. "They are definitely going to let you be a
pilot. You were born to fly Raj."

He looked at her and smiled a little shyly, "Thanks. It's just
that all of this calculus stuff is so hard. Why do they even
make us learn astrogation?"

Mei sighed, "You're going to be an officer Raj, and with your
skills, you *will* be commanding a squadron or six before this
war is over. For that you are going to have to be good at
planning long distance flight paths."

The former missile tech looked back at Mei like a lost puppy,
"What if I'm just too dumb?"

"Your not dumb, Raj. You learn new maneuvers faster than anyone,
and there has to be a reason you CO recommended you for flight
school. You just didn't benefit from the sort of education
the rest of us got. It's nothing to be ashamed of." Mei tried
to fill her voice with kindness. It was an unfortunate reality
that many of the rim worlds did not have educational systems
on par with those on planets like Earth and New Boston.

"Thanks Mei. You're the best." After a moment he added, "But I
am still really worried about that calc test in a week."

"Well I can tutor you." She said simply. 

"Y-you don't have to do that." Said Raj. Spending time one
on one with the gorgeous biologist sounded like a dream come
true to Raj, but he hated to inconvenience her.

"Nonsense. I have a duty to my Empress to see that her officers
are the very best they can be." she said with a laugh, "Now
come join the others. Enough skulking."

It was obvious that Mei expected to be obeyed. Raj couldn't
see anything to do but follow back to the circle of laughing
faces.

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"Mei, I'm stuck." Raj pushed his notebook towards her.

Mei glanced over the scrawled calculations, "What's the integral of sin(x)?"

"cos(x)?" he said tentatively.

"That's the derivative. Remember, the negatives flip when you are integrating."

Raj snatched back his sheet of paper and started writing, his face coloring a
bit in embarrassment. It was bad enough that he could hardly do the homework
the fleet set out for him, but to fail in front of Mei was worse. He wanted
desperately to impress the beautiful older woman, but he always felt like a
dunce around her. He had long since come to terms with the fact that he had
no chance with her, but it did not stop the fantasies. Everything about Mei
was so distractingly sexy, from her silken black hair to her sleek legs. It
was a wonder that Raj was able to concentrate on work around her.

Mei smiled faintly as she watched the brilliant young pilot bent over his
work. He was much smarter than he gave himself credit for; it was a shame
that his rim world education had left him so ill prepared. *He is so cute
when he works hard to impress me.* She thought. She had been having fantasies
about taking control of Raj, bending him to her will. She could take
care of him, and set him on the right path. She could make him work as hard
as possible to become a great pilot for the right to lick her pussy. But
it would be wrong to take away Raj's will, even if he did look good enough
to eat bent over his work like he was now.

"I'm finished. Do you want to go to the sims?" Raj asked. Mei and Raj had
started going to the flight simulators together after their tutoring sessions
as celebration for Raj's successful math test. They had enjoyed it so much
that they made it a regular occurrence. It was Raj's main opportunity to
impress Mei, and he would never let a chance like that slip through his fingers.

"You can show me how to spin out of that roll." Mei said with a smile. She stood
up quickly, setting her huge breasts to jostling. She was wearing a grey t-shirt
with the fleet logo emblazoned across the chest, but it was so distorted that
Raj was not sure he would have been able to recognize the logo if he did not
own a similar shirt. He tore his eyes off her jutting assets and focused
on gathering up his books.

"The key is timing your sump dump." He explained, referring to the trick
of flipping all power from the main engine to the inertial sump in order to spin
faster than physics would normally allow.

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"Good job! You've really come a long way Raj." Said Mei. Raj had just told
her the grade he had gotten on his most recent astrogation test, and Mei was
genuinely proud of the kid. He was exactly the sort of talented young pilot
the public liked to imagine flying the Empress's birds into battle.

Raj smiled, basking in Mei's approval. Somewhere along the line impressing
her had become even more important that not flunking out. Her approval now
reminded him of the dreams he had been having about her lately. In his dreams
he was always working for Mei. Sometimes he was a servant in her house, but
more often he was a soldier under her command. She was always a kind mistress,
but it was clear who was in charge. He always woke up feeling safe and
protected, and very aroused. "Thanks." He said.

"Why don't we go celebrate? All work and no play, right?" Said Mei.

"Uhhh, w-where?" Asked Raj. The image of himself sitting in a dimly
list restaurant with Mei presented itself.

The invitation had just slipped out naturally, without much forethought. Mei's
efforts to fight her urge to have her way with the earnest young prodigy had
been getting harder and over the months of training. Mei had tried to stop
using Mistress in the past, and she had never been able to beat her fetish.
She had thought she might do a better job this time, now that the stakes
were so high. She could obliterate the individuality of a man with a few
whispered words, which would be wrong. Yet the thought of doing so had left
Mei softly moaning while she fingered herself in the shower every day for
a month.

Something seemed to change in Mei's eyes and Raj became even more aware of
her physical perfection than usual. She leaned forward slightly, "You know
where I sleep. Meet me there in 30."

Raj started to stammer something, but Mei was already leaving. Raj's
continued attempts to collect his thoughts kept getting disrupted by
the sight of Mei's heavenly ass swaying as she walked away.

As she left Mei thought it funny that the first step to her domination
of Raj was a submission to her own kinks. She knew he would enjoy whatever
she did to him, but she still heard the voice of guilt in the back of her head.
With each step she took that voice got quieter and quieter.

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"Hey Mei." Nina, Mei's roommate, was plugged in to her docking station
perusing something on her hallucinatory interface. Her fingers were held
with the unnatural stillness of someone avoiding using a high sensitivity
gesture interface.

"Hey Nina. I know this is a little last minute, but would you mind if I
have the room for a few hours? I just asked Raj over." Replied Mei.

Nina's mouth tightened. The request seemed to confirm suspicions that
a small jealous part of Nina had spun out of spite. It was easier to
deal with Mei's unreasonably erotic beauty if she was easy, although
Nina did have to admit to herself that inviting one boy over did not
exactly make someone a slut. The fact that Raj was a rim world barbarian
was a more legitimate complaint in Nina's eyes. Still Nina was a girl
of breeding, and all Mei had ever done to her was be infuriatingly sexy.
She would not allow her resentment to sour an otherwise amicable rooming
arrangement. "Of course. I can just go to the library. I'm just watching
some vids for history."

If Mei noticed Nina's flicker of hesitation, she gave no sign of it.
"Thanks! I'll do the same for you any time!" she gushed.

Nina felt her smile might have been a bit forced as she yanked her
computer off her docking station and slipped it into her pocket.

After Nina left Mei tried to imagine a way to break down the wall that
was forming between herself and the stiff New Bostonian girl. It was
probably too much to ask that they ever be close given the decade of
age difference and Nina's resentment of Mei's body. She had no more
solutions today than she had the last time there had been tension between
the two of them. At least Nina possessed all the towering courtesy of
her blue blooded background.

Raj seemed to have decided that the occasion merited civilian clothes.
He was wearing a well fitting button down shirt, and a tie of all things.
Mei knew that formal wear was different on the rim worlds, but the strange
garment made her feel like she was in a period piece. She almost giggled,
but she knew that would devastate her adorable young suitor so she managed
to refrain. Instead, she just reached out, grabbed the floppy fabric
and yanked him through the door.

Mei pulled Raj to her lips and kissed him with a frantic energy that
overwhelmed the young pilot. The present moment was not enough for her,
and she was already anticipating with relish all the things she was about
to do to him. It did not take him long to kiss her back, and he did so
with an adrenal nervousness that lent him a fierce passion.

Mei pulled back for long enough for Raj to get his bearings. Somehow during
the kiss Mei had closed and locked the door and maneuvered him so that his
back was to her bed. All he remembered was her hot lips on his flesh.
"Raj, look at me. Calm down. This is supposed to be fun. Just let me guide
you." As she spoke Mei seemed to grow more and more beautiful. Raj's desire
grew to levels it had never before reached and he could feel his cock throbbing
almost painfully. Despite this, his nervousness seemed to wash away at her
words. A sense of peace and safety filled him. It was just like his dreams,
except for the small fact that it was actually happening.

"Tell me Raj, have you ever been with a woman before?" She asked gently.

Normally the question would have brought a lump of shame to his throat,
but now he was perfectly calm and comfortable. "No." He said earnestly.

Mei almost purred. She was going to enjoy teaching Raj exactly how to
please her. "Good. I don't want to have to make you unlearn anything."

A warm glow filled Raj at happiness and he smiled hesitantly.

"Now, don't cum until I give you permission." Raj knew it was a somewhat
unusual instruction from his personal investigations into sexual matters,
but in his current state he did not care. He would not have cared even
if he had far more experience. "Yes Mei."

Mei shoved him back onto her bed and wheeled around. Looking over her
shoulder she said simply, "Watch." Her hips started to sway in time to
some unheard beat and her ass described lazy circles in the air. She
turned around with her signature sensual grace and slowly started drawing
the zipper at the front of her uniform down. Raj forgot about everything
else as more and more of her creamy breasts were exposed. He marveled at
the size of her. Georgia Brooks, with 36FF cups, had been the largest girl
in his high school, and Mei made her look like a little girl. Even though
the sports bra Mei was wearing was massive, it still looked overstretched
and exposed the tops of her breasts. Eventually the zipper traveled far
enough down to expose Mei's toned belly. Here she stopped and turned again, 
in case Raj had forgotten the majesty of her ass in his worship of her breasts.
Her pelvis moved in a lazy circle while she slid her arms out of the sleeves
of her uniform. It dropped down around her hips, and she lifted her hands up
to loosen her pony tail. When she did so, Raj could clearly see the full swells
of her breasts peaking out, despite the presence of her torso.

She turned to face him and bent over, hooking her thumbs over the edge of
her uniform. The look she gave Raj was full of promise and lust as she slowly
shimmied out of the one piece jump suit. The motion set her breasts swaying in
her massive sports bra, and not even the look in Mei's eyes was enough to
tear Raj's gaze away. He had never been so aroused before in his life. He
was amazed that he had not already lost control and shot his load, but the
imperative to obey Mei was strong enough to keep him in check.

Apparently this performance was making Mei just as impatient as Raj, because
she stepped out of her panties without much ceremony and strutted over to
the bed. A second later a strong hand was on the back of Raj's head bringing
his face down to the wetness between Mei's legs. "Start off slow. Build up to
it." She said as his tongue thrust into her.

The young pilot eagerly attacked Mei's clit, and a starburst of sensation
traveled up and down her nerves. "Keep doing that." She demanded before
biting her plump pink lower lip to contain a moan which came unbidden from
her throat. Like most sex drugs, Mistress increased the sensitivity of the
user and after the extended dosing Mei came early and often. Raj threaded
both his arms under Mei's thighs and used the new grip to lift her hips up.
The motion sent Mei to new heights and she no longer even tried to contain
her moans. Her head thrust back against the pillows and she arched her
back in order to press her hips into Raj's face. A single delicate hand
wove through the hair on the back of his head and pushed him down hard.

Precum dribbled off the tip of Raj's penis, creating a damp spot on the
inside of his underwear. He had never been harder in his life, but somehow
he managed to obey Mei's instructions. He worked his tongue between her folds
for ten minutes before her orgasms slowed down enough that Mei could start
giving him more explicit directions on how to please her. Her instructions came
in gasping breaths, but their content was almost clinical. She seemed to
approach her own pleasure like the scientist she was, and her precise
instructions set Raj on the road to mastery of the art of oral pleasure.
They went on like that until Mei sat up, pulling Raj's head up to hers by
his hair. She kissed him with an aggressive sloppiness and twisted her
hips with all the suddenness of the judoca she was. The move left her
hips pressed into Raj's torso at the point where the bottom of his ribs
met his stomach. The position meant Raj's head was drowning in Mei's
massive breasts. It was clear that each firm breast was larger than his
head. Somehow he avoided an orgasm.

Mei spread her legs and ground her hips down into Raj while she lifted her
arms and pressed her breasts down into his face the surrounding pillows.
She made a quite noise of happiness before sitting up and scooting back to
rest on his thighs. Dexterous fingers quickly had Raj's tie open and a
second later a quick jerk exposed his torso at the expense of his buttons.
Mei's lips curled up in a possessive grin and she ran her finger nails down
the corded muscles of his chest.  Raj's body was covered in the whipcord
muscles characteristic of one of Her Highness's pilots and the thought of
possessing the flesh beneath her hands made Mei's pussy flex in anticipation.

The look on Mei's face as she ran her nails down his chest sent a finger of
fear sliding down Raj's spine.  Her elbows were locked as she did so, which
meant that her breasts were pressed together forming a deep line of mind
melting cleavage. There was something primal in the woman that made him
realize that his life would be different after today. Mei would never
let him go, but what really scared him was how willing he was to give himself
to her. Raj had never thought of himself as sexually submissive before, but
now he wondered if he would find anything but submitting to Mei even remotely
arousing again.

Somehow Raj's pants had ended up around his ankles, leaving his cock free to
stand erect. Mei cooed at the 8 inches of throbbing dark flesh that she held
in a single delicate hand. In a smooth motion she fitted the head into her
slit and wiggled down. Her flesh was hot and wet against Raj, and he gasped
at heat of her body as it traveled down his shaft. Her pussy was vice like
around his dick, and it ripped with powerful internal muscles. In a sensuous
motion she drew her sports bra over her head, causing her heavy breasts to
flop out as they cleared the garment. Raj had difficulty controlling himself
at the sight of their perfection.

At Raj's reaction to her engulfment Mei snapped her fingers in his face, "No
cumming until Mistress Mei gives you permission."

Raj looked up at her, "Ok. I'll try, but you are like really sexy. I'm not
sure how long I can last inside a goddess."

"Oh, you're sweet." She crooned, but then she grew stern, "But you will not
cum. Swear you won't."

"Ok. Ok. I swear I won't." Raj replied.

"Address me properly, slave." She said.

He gasped at a particularly powerful ripple of her inner muscles before saying,
"I swear it Mistress."

The sound of the honorific was enough to send Mei over the edge, and she gasped,
grabbing Raj by the back of the head and pulling him hard to her right breast.
Her nipples were almost two inches long and were over an inch in diameter, so
when one entered Raj's mouth it pushed his tongue out of position. Her bountiful
breast flesh covered his whole face, making it impossible to breath. By the time
the waves of her orgasm receded enough that her grip loosened he was seeing
stars from oxygen deprivation. He hardly had a break before she lifted her hips
and thrust down on him.

Mei used Raj for her pleasure from atop him until sweat was dripping down her
body. From time to time she slowed enough to extract new promises from Raj that
he would not cum without her permission, but for the most part she moved her
body in a savage quest for pleasure.

When she slid off his shaft after uncountable orgasms, Raj thought she might
be done, but she just turned around and got on all fours. "Take me from behind."
she commanded.

The sight of her heart shaped ass thrust into the air tore away any veneer of
civilization that Raj had managed to maintain. He thrust into her with all the
strength his athletic frame could muster. Despite the position, he felt just
as dominated by the beautiful Chinese doctor as he had when she sat on top of
him. Her erotic magnetism was such that he felt like a passenger in his own
body as he thrust his thick cock into her throbbing pussy. He was doing exactly
was she wanted him to, and he doubted he had the will to do anything else.

Mei guided him though a dizzying range of positions, each one bringing her to
new height of pleasure. Eventually, she sat straddling him while he sat on
her desk chair. Her cheeks were flushed from the exertion and she glowed with
satisfaction. Her waterfall of thick, silky black hair was in disarray, with 
strands sticking to her naked flesh. She took a moment to neaten it, pulling it
back behind her ears and letting it tumbled down her back. "Now Raj, I've just
given you a taste of what it feels like to be my slave. If you want to become
my slave forever, I can make that happen, but it has to be what you want. If
you agree, I will allow you to orgasm."

They had been having sex for more than an hour, and Raj's balls ached with the
need for release, but he was not thinking about that. Mei made Raj feel safe
and protected, and the last hour had been the best of his life. He had given
himself up to her in his heart weeks ago. He knew that she would not abuse the
power over him she had. The decision was made before she even finished speaking.
"I-I want that." He gulped, uncertain about what came next.

Rather than saying anything, Mei lifted one of her huge breasts and placed her
nipple in Raj's mouth. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear as a
sweetness filled his mouth. Her breast completely covered his face as she spoke.
When she pulled back he was looking at her with rapture. "Now, slave, you may
cum." She said tenderly. Raj bucked beneath her, and his eyes rolled back in
his head.

"Did I pass out?" He asked through thick lips a moment later.

Mei giggled, "I guess you like me?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Raj just looked at her seriously, "You are my goddess."

"I know." She purred. "But let's not have any of that in public. We are just
a couple of cadets outside of the bedroom."

"You could never be just a cadet." Said Raj in adoration.

Mei's lips curled up and she gave Raj's right ear a playful nibble before
she stood up, letting him slide out of her. Cum dribbled out of her vagina
as she walked over to her bedside table, and she cleaned herself in a few
efficient movement. Birth control in the 29th century was as easy as taking
a single nanite pill once, but Mei sometimes wondered if condoms would have
made the aftermath of sex a little more manageable. There was no longer a
real reason for the artificial sheaths to exist now that venereal disease was
a non-issue and women had complete control over their own pregnancy.

"Come here." She demanded, hopping onto her bed. Raj obeyed, and once he was
within reach Mei flipped him over her hip in a rapid movement and followed
him onto the bed. She slung one leg over his and wormed up against him.
She seemed to glow with contentment, and the sight of her nearly caused Raj 
to burst with pride. His Mistress was pleased with him.

They stayed like that for a long time, until the door opened and Nina walked in.
"Jeese, you're still going at it?" She said covering her face and backing out
of the room. Mei jumped out of bed, pulling the sheet with her. She doubted
Nina would care that they had not actually been having sex when she
walked in.

"Sorry, Sorry. We'll be presentable in a sec!" She did not quite manage to keep
the smile out of her voice. "Raj! Get your clothes on!"

They hurriedly gathered up their scattered garments and pulled them back on.
"Ok, you can come in." Said Mei.

Nina walked in to her room to find Raj fiddling with a tie of all things,
and watch as Mei zipped her uniform back up. The zipper seemed to run into
trouble when it encountered her unreasonably large breasts. Nina could feel
her eyes tightening.

Mei immediately noticed something in her roommate's face, though it was
hard to tell if it was judgment or jealousy. Either way, it had to go.
Before she had invited Raj over, Mei had been at a loss about what to do
to get along with her roommate better. Now the answer seemed obvious to
her. "You need to loosen up Nina." She said in her permanently sultry
voice.

"Huh?" Nina asked. She had noticed, even fixated on, Mei's beauty in the past,
but now she was noticing it all over again. Mei seemed to have forgotten about
zipping up halfway through the job, and her uniform plunged down deep enough
that the pale tops of her breasts were exposed. A deep crevasse of cleavage
seemed to draw Nina's eyes like iron to a lodestone. With a start, Nina realized
she was wet.

"I know that my relationship with Raj makes you uncomfortable, but I think it's
time you got over that. He's really a very clever boy, just a little under
educated. If you're good I might even share him with you one day.
Class prejudice is so 23rd century. It's not a good look for you." She
took a single long step forward and pulled Nina's face up into a long
slow kiss. When she bit Nina's lower lip the strait laced girl felt her
pussy spasm as an orgasm crashed into her.

"Now, if you apologize to Raj for all those nasty looks, I'll let you kiss
my ass. You want that don't you?"

Nina realized quite suddenly that she did want it. She wanted to kiss Mei's ass
very much. She looked at Raj earnestly. Now that Mei had explained it to her
she could see how clever and kind he was, she felt so genuinely contrite that
she almost cried. "I-I'm really sorry. I-I didn't know." Her lip quavered.

"Raj, what do you say? Was that good enough?" Asked Mei.

"Yes Mistress. I really didn't mind." He was to happy at being called clever by
his goddess to feel bad about anything.

"Very well then. You may kiss my ass Nina." Mei said, pointing her full rear at
the other student and pointing a single elegant finger down.

"Thank you." She said and bent over to place a reverent kiss on Mei's firm
cheek.

Mei beamed. "Now that that is out of the way, we need to get you laid girl.
I'm a little hetero-flexible, but the idea of doing it myself doesn't really
get me going. Don't worry, mommy's got you covered."

A moment later Mei held up a hand, "Oh, and just so you know the 'mommy'
thing was just a manner of speech. I don't have a mother-daughter incest
fetish and I don't want you to try to accommodate one that you imagine."
One problem with the suggestion drugs her body produced was that people
could obsess over offhand remarks she made. Mei was careful about it
after one of the first men she enslaved with Mistress bought himself
a banana costume when she mentioned how much she loved them.

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"Aaarrrg." Mei yelled in surprise as the dull field of a training energy blade
slammed into her thigh. She managed to block the next two strikes, but then
George hammered his sword into the side of her skull, and she stumbled to the
ground.

"Fuck!" Mei growled. Her head was ringing from the blow which had scored the
final point of the bout. Her marine physiology meant that she did not need to
worry about a concussion, but it still hurt. The ability to train at full force
was Mei's favorite thing about her new body. The energies employed in modern
combat meant it was hard for a marine to keep fighting after a wound, but
the Empress poured billions into research in improved healing anyway so that
her soldiers could recover faster than any human in history. When Mei had been
a judo competitor her coaches had controlled how hard she trained in the days
leading up to tournaments carefully, but when marines worked out they only had
one speed: 100%. It reminded Mei of the way that fallen worriers in Valhalla 
fought all day, hacking each other to pieces, only to pick up their fallen
heads at the sound of the magic dinner bell and go inside to feast with the
asier.

It was much more satisfying to spar with the new marine recruits. When she did
so, she frequently managed to form the impression that she was good with a
blade. George Thomson, a 24 year old assault shuttle pilot from Jenson's Star
(not to be confused with the much more populous Johnson's Star), was more than
willing to help correct her. George had been training with bladed weapons
since he was 10, and when he was injected with a marine retro virus he took
full advantage of his body's new ability to heal broken ribs in a day.

"Alright! Another round!" Mei held up her hand. "But, no more hitting!" George
was also an excellent kick boxer, and Mei knew exactly how things would end if
she let him start swinging at her.

"Then no throwing." He replied with a grin.

Mei almost looked offended, "I would never dream of it. Besides, could a little
girl like me throw a big strong man like you?" She demanded. At the words
"little girl" she pressed her arms into a V, emphasizing her chest.

*Jesus. How do those things not get in the way?* George thought at the sight
of her breasts being forced together. He pushed the thought down, and rolled
his eyes. "Nice try. Fool me once 'little girl'." He said, drawing the scare
quotes in the air with his fingers.

Without saying anything more they both put their swords away and went over
to the mats. Wrestling was a good compromise style of sparring. Mei was
definitely the better wrestler, but at 190 George out weighed her by almost
50 pounds and he was no slouch. They both sank down onto their haunches
and started playing around for grips. When George managed to twist Mei's
ankle into a painful lock 20 minutes later, they broke apart panting like
dogs.

"That was good." Gasped Mei.

George smiled, doing his best not to notice the way Mei's heavy breathing
caused her chest to swell and ebb under her tight shirt. It was easy to ignore
Mei's sexual magnetism when she was trying to twist his shoulder off, but it
was harder when she was heaving her breasts around right in front of him.

Mei noticed the way George's eyes were tracking her breasts, and tried to
slow her breathing. Normally she would not have minded, being admired by
everyone she ran across was something she enjoyed, but today it was counter-
productive. She was on a mission. "So." She gulped down some more air, "I
was showing my roommate a video of that tournament from a few weeks
back." She paused to continue oxygenating her blood.

"And?" Asked George.

"And I'm showing her the final fight. And afterwards, I'm like 'wasn't
that counter-strike so cool?!?', but she missed it."

George just looked at her. He knew she would get to the point soon enough.
Mei had a gleam in her eye, as if she was planning something.

"It turns out, she was watching the ref the whole time. I guess she liked
the way he filled out that shirt. It took me, like, an hour to get that
out of her. It was adorable. I'm kinda risking my life here, because she's
the third in the class for marksmanship, and she would definitely kill me
if she found out I was telling you this." Mei was grinning.

"I was reffing that match." Said George.

"You were."

"Who is your roommate again? Do I know her?" He paused, "Is she hot?"

"Nina Brown. No. Very." Nina might be strait laced, but she was still
quite the looker, and Mei was confident that she could offer a few
suggestions that would help.

Mei walked over to her athletic bag and fished out her computer. She
flipped through a few photos of Nina. "She's a little reserved. She
grew up on New Boston and you can tell, but you know what they say
about New Bostonian girls once you get their clothes off." Mei
gave George a saucy wink.

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*wham* "Jeez. Too many goddamn clothes." Nina said, resentful of the thin
dress pants which separated her from George. Mistress Mei had somehow produced
the garment, which managed to make her look elegant while making it perfectly
clear how fantastic her ass was. Nina also had her flattering blouse and
elegant jewelry to thank her roommate-turned-owner for. Mei had given her
a mission for the night: to please herself and her partner as much as possible.
Nina was glad to obey. Mistress Mei had been right when she said that what
Nina really needed was a good deep dicking. It couldn't begin soon enough.

George just grunted and pressed his lips against the soft flesh above Nina's
jugular. He could feel the heat of her body and the urgency of her pulse as
he placed a line of kisses down her neck. Eventually he was forced to admit
that it would be hard to enter Nina without first lifting her off the wall
and allowing her to deal with their vexing clothes problem.

Desperate fingers moved from button to button on George's tight shirt, though
Nina managed not to snap any off in her haste. Once the last one had parted,
she thrust the shirt back over his shoulders in a single savage movement.
She left the shirt their, pinning his arms back while she lifted her shirt
slowly over her head. As much as she wanted to be naked by yesterday at the
latest, she could not allow this opportunity for sensuality pass. Mei had given
her several suggestions and hints before hand, and for Nina a suggestion from
Mei held the weight of a command.

George watched Nina in frustration at her restraint, but soon his frustration
turned to appreciation. Her pert C-cup breasts bounced into view as she lifted
her blouse over her head and let it drop to the floor. She was not wearing a
bra, as George had surmised from the view at dinner. She revealed her ass in a
similar fashion, letting him see another inch of full flesh with each shimmy.
Finally she was naked, and shoved him back onto her bed.

Nina's restraint at taking off her own clothes did not seem to apply to
George's. Once she had his pants around his ankles, she grabbed his
cock greedily. Without any further ceremony, she positioned her hips over
his and lowered her dripping pussy onto his meaty shaft. Slick flesh moved
against slick flesh as Nina fucked George like a woman possessed.
The first orgasm of the night crashed into her like a tank, and she threw her
head back hard as if the moan she released was a physical thing. Even though
it was George's flesh moving within her, all Nina could think about at the
moment of climax was Mei's prefection.

Nina was just starting to collect herself when she suddenly found that
she was on her back. It was almost as if George had instructions to give
Nina exactly the sort of fuck that Mei insisted she needed. Nina had time to
smirk and thank her lucky starts that Mei had found her before George's dick
obliterated any further possibility of complex thought.

As George pounded away at Nina, he could not get the thought of Mei out of his
head. It almost felt as if his sexy training partner was there, even though
he and Nina were alone in the room. It was frustrating. He should be focusing
on the bombshell wrapped around his dick, not the goddess who had set them up.

"Oh god, Mmmm" Nina gasped in delirious ecstasy, "mmmei!" she finished.

Had Nina just called out Mei's name? Somehow the idea of Nina getting off
the Mei just made George even harder. A moment later she gasped the same
name. Without quite realizing he was saying it aloud, George grunted "Oh
fuck, Mei is so hot."

The words sent Nina over the edge. "She's my fucking goddess." She moaned.

When George grunted his assent it was like a damn broke. The two of them
started trading praise of the busty doctor at a feverish pace. Finally,
Nina commanded, "Cum inside of me in the name of Mistress Mei!!"

George had never cum on command before, but he did so now, "Take me Mistress."
He said. Nina was well aware he was not talking to her.

When Mei returned the room, she found the lovers tangled together. She thought
she might have heard Nina let out a soft moan of pleasure at the sight of her,
but she wasn't sure. It felt good to give in to her desires after fighting them
for so long, but Mei could not help but worry that she was only getting started.