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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: R and R
Part: 2 of 6
Universe: R and R
Summary: A mercenary unit sets down on a backwater planet for a little
entertainment.

Keywords: M+F M+f Ff FF M+M rape nc oral anal ScFi

Chapter 2

	Marian White took another look at the wreck that had been Allison
Hayes and shuddered, but the crazy soldier-type who had beaten Allison to a
pulp was eyeing her expectantly.  Allison had been utterly stupid about
things, anyway -- obviously these people could care less what she thought her
social stature rated...  She smoothed back her streaked brown hair and stepped
forward, he mouth quirked into a wry grimace; only an hour ago, she'd been
complaining about how shiftless and lazy men were in general, and her husband
Ed in particular, her mind a welter of fantasies of strong men taking charge
and giving her the kind of hard, wild sex she'd been dreaming of...  THIS
hadn't been anywhere in that inchoate mess, but the lesson was clear:  Be
careful what you wish for...  She knelt at the feet of Corporal Brok and
looked up at him, murmuring, "What do you want to do?"

	Brok already had his hand back for a slap; he stopped, realizing that
it didn't appear to be necessary, and chewed on a response.  "Fuck.  But you
can suck it for a while first, to take the edge off.  Get out of your clothes
-- I want to see what I have, here."  He reached down and started undoing his
trap.

	Marian maintained eye contact as best she could as she stripped the
spaghetti strap top she was wearing over her head and followed it with the
sports bra, revealing a pair of breasts that time and gravity had deformed a
bit, but not too much, from the jutting cones they had been in her youth.  As
she stood to shuck out of her culottes, Brok tensed, but she stayed with him
as she stepped out of her panties and returned to a kneeling position.  Brok's
cock was already half-hard; the trap at his crotch freed a pair of heavy
testicles, too.  Marian reached out and closed her hand around his pulsing
shaft, and Brok muttered, "You know how to suck?"

	Marian nodded, her eyes still on his, her hand jacking something a
good inch longer and somewhat thicker than what Ed brought to the table.
"Never one this big, though."

	"You know I'm gonna choke you with it..."

	"Yes..."  Marian opened her mouth and cradled Brok's glans on her
tongue, while the big corporal tangled his fist in her hair.


	"Mom!"  Ariel White, almost fourteen, watched her mother kneel at the
feet of one of the invaders and strip, horrified, through a crack between two
boards in the barn wall.

	Tenyek looked up from where she was sitting with a small group of the
older girls, discussing what was going on beyond the barn door  "Come away
from there, Girl; your momma probably wouldn't be happy to know you were
watching while she did whatever she's doing right now..."

	Ariel couldn't leave her vantage point.  "She's gonna -- oh, Gawd,
she's sucking him!"

	"She doesn't have any choice, really, Child.  Come away."

	"She volunteered, it looked like..."

	"That may be the way it looks, but she probably decided to avoid being
beaten for acting stupid.  Most of the women out there are gonna be fucked,
Child; the ones who fight will be beaten first, and THEN fucked.  If she went
when called, your momma was one of the smart ones..."  Tenyek sounded
sympathetic.  "She's going to feel guilty, even though she has no choice; if
you add to it by accusing her, it will be MUCH worse...  Now come away."

	"I wanna watch."  Ariel was flushed.  She'd watched this guy beat the
Hell out of that nasty, stuck up Mrs. Hayes -- Momma was getting a whole lot
better treatment...  The whole thing was just so forbidden...  Her twiki
itched like MAD!

	Tenyek took in the wild eyes.  Some girls just got turned on by this
kind of thing -- it went straight to a dark spot in their minds, triggering
feelings that had been a survival trait in their forbears for hundreds of
thousands of years...  This one had it bad, and that energy could be put to
use...  "Come here, then, Child, and look through the door.  What's your
name?"

	"Ariel."  Ariel crossed to where the older woman was sitting, leaning
back against a support post.  There was an odd feeling, here, among this small
group of the older girls -- an excitement.  Tenyek waved the girl to a seat
next to her.  Ariel settled in reach, cross-legged, her hands in her lap, and
Tenyek wrapped an arm around her.  The little girls were playing in the
stalls, out of sight of the action, but Tenyek and her little group were
sitting a few feet from the open door, with a view on things through it.

	"Which is your mother, child?"

	"There," Ariel pointed.  "Kneeling naked, sucking that big guy."  The
woman was right; the view was a LOT better, here.  Mom was going at it
seriously; the big guy had a hand in her hair, but he didn't seem to be
driving -- until there!  He pulled her in tight; Ariel watched her mother wave
her arms a bit, but not push against the big guy who was obviously choking
her.  He let up, and Ariel watched her Mom lean to her left and vomit into the
grass -- but she came back up quickly, watching the big man's eyes, and he
seemed not to be angry.  Ariel's twiki itched SO BAAAD...  Surreptitiously,
she rubbed her newly furry mound through her shorts.

	Tenyek watched her, sidelong, and smiled gently.  "Your mother is very
wise.  Brok is a hard man, one who crushes resistance; she is being very
careful not to anger him, which is a very good thing..."  She wrapped an arm
around the girl and pulled her close, then popped the seal on her coverall,
opening it to the waist.  Ariel resisted for a moment, then relaxed against
the woman, returning her attention to the action outdoors, her hand rubbing
slowly, so as not to be detected.

	Brok choked the slut for several seconds, deliberately, letting go of
her when it was a certainty that she would vomit.  Marian leaned left and did
so, but came right back, spitting to her side while collecting his eyes.  Brok
buried his hand in her hair again, but caressed her cheek with the other hand.
"You're a good slut -- smart.  C'mon, we'll go find somewhere half-assed
comfortable to fuck."  He brought her up by the hair, but it wasn't a jerk; he
let her rise on her own.  Once she was up, he settled the hand on her neck,
but it was rubbing, massaging, not crushing.  "What's a good place?"

	"I've got some sleeping bags in my van," Marian offered.

	"Lead on."

	The other half of Marian's morning bitch session stood there, shaking,
eyeing the leader of the group of bandits.  Valerie Teal was a tall, thin
redhead, thirty-three, who lived just down the block from Marian and
frequently swapped complaints about how wimpy and useless their husbands were
with her over coffee, as she had this morning.  Mike had almost quit looking
for sex from her, causing her to wonder if he was getting it elsewhere; if she
didn't crawl into bed and spread herself or reach into his pj's and start
jacking him, she did without, generally.  Now, faced with the reality of men
who were GOING to have sex with most, if not all of them, she was wavering,
undecided what to do.

	The leader looked up and locked eyes with her, causing a flash of pure
terror.  He made no move, merely waiting, staring her down.  In a moment, she
dropped her eyes -- but when she looked back up, his were still there.
"Well?" he rasped.

	Val shook herself, and began slowly moving forward, fishing in the
pocket of her jean shorts for a tie for her thin red hair and tying it into a
ponytail, doing the whole thing on automatic while not breaking eye contact.
Following her friend's example, she knelt before the man, who looked her over
critically.

	Rendec just didn't know if he wanted this bitch -- she was AWFULLY
skinny.  Finally, he grunted, "Get out of those clothes, and I'll try to
figure out what the fuck to do with you."

	Val dumped out of her halter, then stood and dropped her shorts and
thong.  The thong amused Rendec -- it was a wisp.  Women who wore those were
sluts for certain!  This one must be worth something, after all!  "Open me up,
Slut," he directed.  "The two pull tabs.  I have many distractions; see if you
can get my attention..."  Val worked the seal and released a very promising
looking cock -- but one that was less than hard.  She leaned forward and took
it in, rolling her tongue around the head.

	At that moment, there was a sonic boom, and a smaller craft arrived,
visible hovering above the haze of the energy field, which dilated an opening
for it to drop through.  It circled a moment and settled in a pen in a cloud
of dust.

	Casey watched this distractedly while riding a supine Doramus' thick
cock reverse cowgirl-style, squatted over him, facing his feet.  Doramus was
talking constantly, his hands on her hips directing her while he murmured
compliments and encouragement.  "Damn, Sweet Thang, that's some fine pussy!
That shit is better than your mouth, and THAT was a hot box for cock!  Ride
Uncle Dor, Baby.  Pump that sweet ass!"  Doramus was beside himself, but Casey
was right there with him -- there was NO WAY she was gonna do something stupid
and lose the cum she was building to!  'Uncle Dor' had a wonderful cock, and
at this point Casey couldn't care less about the circumstances of their
meeting -- if he wanted to do the Tube Steak Boogie for a week...  The thought
process stopped there as the orgasm Casey was chasing turned on her and
overcame her.  Casey wailed "Ohhhh, GAWD!" and ground herself against the big
trooper, who was taken totally by surprise.  Casey lost control and her rhythm
broke while the muscles in her legs jumped, but Doramus realized what was up
from the clasps around his cock and the way her little asshole winked at him.
THIS was better than sim!  He couldn't remember getting this kind of
stimulation from cums from his simulated girlfriends; apparently, he needed
better software...

	"Turn around, Sweet Thang, and ride facin' me for a while," Doramus
directed.  Casey did as she was told, revealing a flushed face and upper
chest.  "Got a big one, did ya?" 'Uncle Dor' winked.  Casey nodded and he
grinned, "Well, keep at it -- I ain't cum yet and I probably got another one
in there after THIS one!"  Casey dutifully resumed raising and lowering her
pussy on his pole...

	Rendec looked up from watching the redhead absorb his meat as two
medics dashed up, driving stasis chambers on their built-in null-gravs before
them.  "Okay, Cap'n, who's first?"

	"That," Rendec pointed at the wreck of Allison Hayes.  "There's
another over there," he added, waving at the Indian woman, "Internal injuries.
After that, anyone else busted as opportunities permit.  These people don't
have proper facilities."  Thinking was getting to be difficult; pumping his
hips, on the other hand...  The little redhead was looking up at him with big
green eyes and driving him nuts with her tongue and lips.  Who had called him?
Oh, yeah, Teela...  Switching on his comm, he selected the trooper's channel,
"Teela, ask your source how well they do with psych problems."

	Teela started; she'd been watching Rango feed her 'boy' a tit while
jacking him; the kid was finally starting to show an erection.  Teela was
powerfully aroused, and had slid a hand into her coverall to play with a
nipple...  "Aye, Sir."  Turning to Lee, she relayed the question.

	Lee, who had been shifting his attention between Orange Hair and Troy
and Teela's very interesting cleavage, shook his head.  "They're witch doctors
-- barely out of the woods.  Most of these...," he waved an arm, "will be
fucked up for life from this."

	"He says they have their heads up their ass, Sir," Teela relayed.

	"Hmph," Rendec grunted.  Work had distanced him from the clangor at
his crotch.  He grinned down at Val, who SOMEHOW redoubled her efforts...
Turning his attention to the medic, he queried, "You brought the sleepy gas?"
The medic looked up from where he was injecting nanobots into Allison Hayes'
jaw and nodded.  "We'll need it -- WITH the memory additive."  The medic
nodded again and returned his attention to his patient.  The nanobots could
stimulate local cell growth to repair most things in little or no time, then
either shut down in place when their power cells failed, or were flushed into
the stasis chamber's holding tanks.  Stasis chambers held the patient in
stasis without interfering with the work of the 'bots, which had a local field
that nullified the effect and allowed them to work.  The medic generally
straightened the arm and closed the lid on the chamber; the 'bots would handle
the rest in a half hour or so.  The other medic was tumbling the Indian woman
into the other chamber.  Urgent issues of leadership handled, Rendec's
attention span was slipping again.  His eyes closed, and he gave in to the
urge to bury his cock in Red's buttery throat.  Red handled it, backing off
and driving herself back onto him a half-dozen times, and Rendec erupted,
filling her mouth.

	Val was ungodly happy, for some strange reason.  In college, she'd run
with the wild bunch and had held some renown for her oral skills, as well as
her surprising capacity for sex, but she'd put it away after college; Mike
knew nothing about her checkered past.  Things had gone on fine for a while --
children and other distractions intervened -- but she'd been more and more
antsy, recently.  Mike wasn't even TRYING to keep up, and the good old days
were looking better and better...  THIS was a flashback to a couple of wild
parties she'd been at in college -- parties where Val had taken on all comers
while other girls either wimped out or burned out.  With any luck, she'd get
her itch scratched -- maybe even overdone -- and would be able to deal with
things again...  She finished swallowing the leader's cum and cleaned him,
then leaned back to challenge him with laughing eyes, "I fuck good, too!"

	"Entropy knows you're a cocksucker!" Rendec exclaimed.  "Bring me back
up, and I'll try that gash!"  Rendec had been surprised when the woman had
stripped -- she'd had a three klek gap between her narrow thighs and loose,
hanging pussy lips under the narrow, tightly trimmed strip of red fur on her
mons.  Apparently, despite her spare, thin build, the bitch was a sex machine!
Not much in the way of tits -- stiff nipples atop small cones -- but female
troops seldom had much, either.  She started coddling his sensitive glans on
her tongue, and Rendec smiled; he'd be fully erect in no time -- the bitch
knew EXACTLY what she was doing...

	Ariel had watched her mother rise and wander off, her neck in the grip
of the giant she'd been sucking off -- and she recognized the direction.  But
she was soon out of sight.  Ariel was disappointed; she'd been getting hotter
and hotter, but she wasn't going to be able to sustain it -- fantasizing just
didn't match watching.  But then Aunt Val had gone over to the leader of the
group, kneeling up to him!  "Wow!" she husked, as Aunt Val stripped and went
to work on the leader's cock.  Ariel had a much better view, since she was
watching the pair from the side.  "Aunt Val is sure sucking that guy!"

	"She sure is," Tenyek agreed. "I'm surprised at how she's taking to
it!  Does she have a daughter, here?"

	"Two," Ariel pointed out a pair of redheads playing in the hay,
oblivious, "Nikki and Frances.  They're little.  They ride Lead Line."

	Tenyek absorbed this, but it meant nothing.  Ariel looked back at her
'aunt'; the translator, working on mental patterns, related the fact that the
pair weren't REALLY related; the woman was apparently a friend of the child's
mother.  Still, it was a powerful image.  By the time the ambulance arrived,
Ariel was back into it, rubbing her mound urgently, any attempt at hiding it
forgotten as her attention focused upon Aunt Val's incredible effort at
suction.  The man stood there, directing this and that, but in between he
moved in ways that indicated that Aunt Val was getting through to him, doing a
good job.  Tenyek looked around, finding a mixed bag -- the girls who weren't
affected had long since left; the remaining four girls were variously occupied
-- two were watching Ariel's hands as she rubbed the now wet crotch of her
shorts, one was watching the activities outside, perhaps the most visible of
which was the woman Val servicing Rendec -- and one was watching Tenyek as if
she was trying to penetrate to her exposed cleavage.  As she watched, the girl
licked dry lips.  Tenyek smiled gently and slipped her hand over Ariel's left
breast, gently squeezing the nipple; Ariel grunted, but went nowhere -- her
face was beginning to suffuse with blood.  The watchers' eyes bulged; one of
them deliberately spread her legs and slid her fingers into the leg of her
culottes to get at the itchy, wet flesh inside.  The other began to shake,
looking back and forth.  Tenyek beckoned with a finger, and the girl crawled
forward.  "Open her blouse," Tenyek directed.  The girl, a big-breasted
brunette with freckles on her nose, stared for a moment, then reached across
with shaking hands and began opening Ariel's blouse.  Tenyek reached out with
her right hand and worked it under the brunettes blouse at the back, finding
and worrying at the clasp of the surprisingly robust brassiere she was
wearing.

	Tenyek's watcher cleared her throat, and said quietly, "I can get
that..."  Tenyek removed her hand and waved, and the girl, a tall, hippy girl
with small breasts in a halter, straddled the brunette and reached around her
to unbutton the buttons on her riding shirt, while not so obviously rubbing
her mound against the brunette's ass.  Tenyek noticed, though, and reached up
to rub her mound through the gusset of her shorts and panties, eliciting a
groan.  The brunette finished unbuttoning Ariel's blouse, and turned wide eyes
on Tenyek, who uttered one word: "Suck."

	Ariel was in another world.  Aunt Val was sucking, sucking...  Ariel's
fingers were a blur, and her nipples burned...  Something different was being
done to each, but both were lifting her higher, higher...  Suddenly, the man
threw his head back and drove Aunt Val onto him.  Aunt Val went with it,
sucking him deep several times, and then the man threw his head back,
stiffening.  Ariel could SEE Aunt Val's throat work!  Omigod!  The explosion
came then; Ariel's eyes rolled up and she quaked silently through a BIG cum,
clutching someone's head to her right nipple, while someone else massaged her
right...  She came around to find the brunette girl, Rhonda something, sucking
her nipple sweetly while Alissa squatted over her, playing with her huge
hanging jugs -- Man, those were big!  The foreign woman had her other nipple
between her fingers gently squeezing it; Ariel looked at her and she smiled.
"Good one, huh?" she asked.

	Ariel nodded.  She was still high, almost electrically charged.  What
to do?

	The woman leaned up, removing her hand from Ariel's breast and looking
at Alissa, "Help me out of this."  Alissa rose and grabbed a sleeve end and
began helping the woman slide out of her coverall.  Wow!  She had NICE jugs,
even a little bigger than Rhonda's!  And pointier!  "Girls," the woman
announced, tying her coverall around her waist and picking up her gun, "We're
going to go into that stall over there where we can have some peace and quiet,
and have a little fun.  You too," she included the blonde, Britney, who was
openly masturbating, wet sloshing noises coming from the gusset of her
culottes.  Nobody argued.


	Sabac was less than pleased.  His job SHOULD have gotten him the cream
of the crop, being that he was the Cap'n's ADC, but here he was going over the
last of the leftovers.  Even the lesbians had gotten theirs first!  Most of
what was left were either old or incredibly fat, or wearing that stupid
uniform...  "All of you close it down here -- and you cunts get out of those
stupid outfits!  Now!"  He rolled his eyes.  The boots were apparently a pain
to get out of; he remembered the one Alegi had told to strip...  She was gone,
one of the Third Platoon scouts had gotten her -- Sabac remembered that she'd
merely gotten up and taken his hand, following meekly...  Yeah, there they
were, Roker had her scrawny ass in the air and was pounding away on it...
Funny, she didn't look THAT unhappy...  "Pair up, you idiots, and pull off
each other's boots!"  Impatient, he stalked down the line...  Fat...  Fat...
Jeezus!  Hadn't they heard of makeovers?  The quadrupeds looked better than
THAT one in the face!  Next...  "Huh?  What are YOU still doing here?" Sabac
asked little Becky Knopf.

	"I'm with her," the twelve year old replied precociously.

	Sabac shifted his attention to 'her', while muttering absently,
"You're too young to prong, and probably shouldn't see this shit.  Why don't
you run and play with the other kids in that building?"

	'Her' was Anna Fremd.  Anna was an unfortunate; while she was no
genius, she wasn't an idiot, either -- but she had a speech impediment that
rendered her virtually unintelligible, perhaps an artifact of the same roll of
the genetic dice that had left her face with a pruney, flattened look.  Anna
had struggled all her life with this problem that made her a social cripple,
being stuck in Special Ed classes that catered to those with a lot less
intellect simply because she was generally unable to communicate her ability
to learn more.  Eventually, she'd discovered libraries, and fiction and
romance -- and horsemanship.  She and a horse weren't going to converse except
at the empathic level, so she suffered from no disadvantages, here.  In
extremis, she carried a lined pad where she could scrawl out her
communications needs to other humans, but a horse could understand her
guidance and gentle touch as well as anyone...  For four years, she'd been
living in a hospice with other challenged individuals, suffering from
loneliness among a group that was generally less accomplished because she
couldn't make herself understood.

	Becky, on the other hand, was young, beautiful, precocious -- and an
orphan.  The pair had met in a library, and become fast friends, despite the
age difference.  Neither of them REALLY had anywhere to go, so it became
convenient for their various keepers to throw them together and allow Becky to
be Anna's 'translator'.  Becky piped up, "It's a little late, isn't it?  I'd
have to walk on people fucking to get there.  Besides, she needs me..."

	"Pipe down, runt."  Sabac's eyes swept Anna, up and down.  She was
turned out in a white halter and soft, clinging shorts.  She was twenty-two,
in the flower of her womanhood, and everywhere but her face, it showed; Sabac
took in lithe, tanned limbs.  Her ass was a little flat, but that was okay.
The exposed midriff had a sweet roundness to it that did NOT suggest fat and
the breasts in the halter were pendant, and capped with pink, puffy nipples
that defined themselves against the fabric.  "What's your name, Bitch?"
Entropy knew she had a face like a blurk...

	"Anuh," Anna grunted.

	"Anna," Becky amplified.

	Sabac flicked a glance at the twelve year old.  "Quiet, Runt -- let
her talk."  Returning his attention to Anna, he asked, "Ever suck cock,
Bitch?"

	"Noooo, nev ha uh chaa," Anna forced out.

	"No Sir, she's never had a chance," Becky intoned.

	Sabac rolled his eyes.  Why in entropy was the little shit echoing
every word the older one said?  "What about fucking?  Ever fuck?"

	Anna's eyes flashed.  Ten million horny nights were at an end!  "Noo,
caa uh?  Caa wuh?  Woo ewww?"  Please, please!  Anna was MORE than ready!
This man was handsome, too, even WITH the big scar on his jaw!  (Little did
she know that the scar was an affectation...).  His blonde brush cut shone in
the sun, and his ice-blue eyes were captivating!  Anna's romantic heart was
about to burst!  Nature, in one of its more ironic bits of humor, had graced
poor Anna with a clit the size of a pinto bean that was never fully hooded and
almost always agonizingly sensitive; she'd take rape, and be glad of it!

	Becky rattled off, "She says, no, can she?  Could you?  Would you?
You'd be doing her a big favor," she added, helpfully.

	Sabac whirled on Becky, scowling.  "Runt!  Why are you repeating
everything the woman says?  To irritate the crap out of me?  I understood
everything -- I do NOT need anyone repeating every fucking word!"  Sabac
sputtered to a stop in the face of Becky's bewilderment.  He glanced at Anna,
who was EQUALLY bewildered.  "What goes on here?"

	"Oo unsta' ee?" Anna gasped.  "Reluh ee?"

	"Yeah, so?"  Sabac scratched his head.

	"Anna has a speech impediment, Mister," Becky amplified.  "Nobody
understands her but me!"  She eyed him sidelong, suspicious.  "What did she
just say?"

	Sabac scratched his brush-cut, bewildered.  "You understand me?
Really?"

	Anna hopped up and down, clapped and squealed -- tits bounced
everywhere, damn near pulling his eyes out of their sockets.  "Oh," he
grunted, turning to Becky, "I use a translator chip.  It more or less picks up
what she's thinking, as she formulates speech.  Neither it nor I pay any
attention to the noises she actually makes -- I hear what she's TRYING to
say."

	"Wow, that's real cool, Mister!" Becky exclaimed, then her face fell.
"But I guess she doesn't need me..."

	"I wouldn't wander off," Sabac hazarded, "This won't last forever."
He wiped his face with his hands.  "Okay, you're a pair.  You can hang out --
but I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do with you!"

	"Maybe I'll learn to suck cock," Becky replied.  "I'm not sure Anna
can, since her mouth is fucked up.  Besides, I'm starting tits -- gimme a
bit."

	Sabac rolled his eyes.  "We've got a couple of dec, not GSCs."

	The system translated the time units, and two faces fell.  Anna looked
morose.  "Can we fuck, anyway?  A little is better than nothing..." Sabac
picked up.

	Sabac closed his eyes.  This was the damnedest fucking situation...
"Get out of those clothes, Bitch.  Runt, you leave YOURS on -- you're too
young for this shit!"  Sabac turned from this admonishment to Becky to see the
halter go flying.  "You hang on to Anna's stuff, Runt -- she'll need it,
later..."  Bemused, he watched the woman dump her shorts and panties on the
ground, kneel at his feet, and begin tearing at his trap.  Wasn't this
supposed to be a rape?


	Rango had finally convinced Troy that he wasn't going to die before,
during, or after fucking her, and the pair were working on a serious sixty-
nine, Rango on top.  Teela and Lee were watching and pumping each other for
information, desultorily.  Teela felt bad for the old guy -- lenses on his
face to see with, and microphones in his ears.  "You're ex-military, huh?
That what fucked you up?"

	Lee looked blank.  "What?  Oh, this shit.  Part of it.  I'd probably
still have my hearing, except for projectile weapons."

	"Fucked up.  They can't fix that?"

	"Nope.  Vision, they're getting a handle on with surgery.  Hearing
they haven't really started on decently."

	"You guys are still pretty backward," Teela opined.  "About the only
thing you guys seem to excel at is computing systems, according to my
briefing..."

	"I'd have thought they were pretty primitive; I've been fucking with
them for a couple of decades, but they're recent.  I'm what passes for an
expert," Lee related diffidently.  "They're still DEFINITELY a work in
progress..."

	"Really?"  Teela eyed Lee.  "How old are you?"

	"Forty-five local orbital cycles," Lee replied.  Teela did the math --
thirty GSC or so.  Hell, SHE was forty GSC!  Medical science sucked on this
world!  She shifted her attention to his fly, absorbing its serious bulge for
the first time.  Maybe...  She kicked her snoopers down and started comm
again, "Skipper, this guy I'm dealing with has a lot going for him -- not the
least of which is that he's a cybernetics expert!"

	"What?" Rendec lurched.  "Easy, Hon."  He rubbed Red's cheek; his cock
was coming back strong -- this little bitch ought to be a Socialator!  "Teela,
what else does this guy have going for him?"

	"Well, he's ex-military, he claims -- and I believe him.  He has the
eyes.  He's kinda fucked up in places, but he's younger than I am.  And I get
this feeling..."

	"You need a medic over there?" Rendec asked.

	"We got one broken arm, at least among the men; I think a couple of
'em might have had their balls stomped."

	"All right -- I'll send someone.  Have him give your boyfriend a
general, mount an implant, and bring him to me when you get a minute."

	"Aye, Sir."  Teela clicked off.

	Rendec grunted, "Kneel up, Red, while I handle this -- I'll be right
with you."  Val backed off reluctantly, diving back in a couple of times,
maliciously setting him off with swipes of her tongue to the underside of his
erection while he got a medic on comm, "Sarn, send somebody with a couple of
splints, a general kit, and an -- uuuhhh -- implant to the men -- uuhhh --
over there..."  He took a swipe at Val, who backed off, triumph on her face.
"You little bitch..."  "Have him see Teela."  Rendec got a confirmation and
leaped onto Val, knocking her down -- but the saucy bitch just raised her ass
and wiggled it, daring him with her eyes.  "Kald!" Rendec roared, "You're
running this show until I get my balls drained!"

	"Aye, Sir!"  Kald had been watching his troops; he just couldn't get
into the swing of things.  Between his basic sense of responsibility for his
men and the fact that deep down he didn't like what they were doing, his hard-
on hadn't managed to get control of him.  Speaking of responsibility...
"Tenyek, how are things going in there?"

	There was a pause and a grumble.  "I'm fine, Sir!" came back.

	"You want a replacement so you can play?"

	Tenyek, naked except for her helmet, put a finger to her lips.  Ariel
had a nipple, and Alissa was lapping her bare cunt.  Britney, grunting softly
from Rhonda's fingers sliding in and out of her, was mauling Tenyek's other
nipple, while Tenyek manipulated Rhonda's box from below as she knelt over the
older woman.  "I'm fine, LT -- got everything I need right here..."

	Kald rubbed his chin.  Well, at least she wasn't fucking them with a
strap-on...  "Yell if you need anything."

	"Roger."  Tenyek popped her chinstrap, and dragged Rhonda's juicy
young twat back onto her tongue.  She'd get 'em all before she left...

	The medic showed up, nodding at Teela.  "Who gets the general and the
implant?"

	"Him," Teela pointed out Lee with a nod.  "I'll give him the implant."
The medic shrugged and dropped a capsule into her palm, and passed on,
whirling to lay an injector against Lee's neck and trigger it before he could
react, then moving on.  By the time Lee had whirled, he was applying a nanobot
cast to a man's arm a quarter way around the circle.

	Weird shit started in Lee, starting at the injection site and heading
about everywhere.  "What the fuck was that?" Lee asked, more than a little
worried.

	"General health-maintenance kit," Teela replied.  "Captain wants to
see you; can't have you passing unknown bugs to the boss.  Oh, by the way, it
fixes a few things and generally reverses aging to a certain extent, until the
'bots' power cells shut down."  She tossed him the pill.  "Take that -- it's a
translator implant.  It'll allow us to talk without everybody hearing what
we're saying."

	Lee eyed Teela for a moment, shrugged, and popped the pill.  "How does
it work?"

	"Makes adjustments to certain areas of the brain.  When others form
words to communicate, it allows you to detect them and decipher the basic
pattern.  I'm giving you one so you can see ours and work in our language,
without anything being broadcast to others."  She eyed him.  "By the way, the
bots fix problems with the various nerves that lead to the brain."

	Teela got fuzzy, slowly.  "What the fuck?" Lee grunted, snatching off
his glasses and glaring at the lenses.  Nothing appeared to be wrong with
them...  Teela was smiling, when he looked up, and she got clearer as he
stared at her.  Somebody over on the line let out a scream, and Lee winced; a
quick glance said some fat blonde was taking it up the ass, dry -- at nearly a
hundred yards...  Holy shit!  The blonde screeched again, and Lee popped out
his hearing aids -- apparently, he didn't need them.  She screeched again, and
Lee heard it more loudly than he cared to.  "Hey, lube the bitch!" he shouted.

	Teela snorted laughter.  Rango was just settling onto Troy's cock,
riding cowgirl-style.  "Damn, I'm horny," Teela husked.  "Can I see yours?"

	Lee, for whom every moment saw another ache or pain ebb away, grinned,
"I thought you'd never ask!"  Privately, he hoped his back was under repair --
or he'd probably be broken in half when they finished.  It'd be worth it,
though...  He undid his fly and over seven and a half inches of circumcised
cock extended itself before Teela's glowing eyes.

	Rango looked up.  "Entropy take it, Teela!  How do you pick 'em?
Junior here's only got five kleck, and you turn up with an old fart who has
seven!  And thick, too!  Shit!"

	Teela looked around; most of the men were engaged some way or had been
gathered around another female trooper; some of them were hogging the supply.
Rango had hers, and there was no one else local to them at this point...  She
started shucking out of her combat coverall, revealing a body out of a
Frazetti illustration: smooth, heavy conical breasts, and soft, full curves
embracing solid muscle -- all covered in soft, tawny brown flesh without a
single blemish.  Lee's mouth watered, just looking at those breasts.  "Get out
of your stuff," Teela directed, "I want that!"  Lee was more than happy to
oblige.

	The women, by and large, were having a difficult time.  They couldn't
hand over control to the men, and the men had performance issues while
threatened.  This made getting a little strange cock more than difficult --
until one of them glanced off at some other action, and had an idea...  Lorne,
from Third Platoon, preferred women, and could be sadistic about it;
currently, she was sitting on the face of some fat chick, naked, and slapping
her belly and big breasts with one hand to encourage her to more serious
effort, "Dig deep, Honey, I want ALL that tongue!"  Slap!  "Yeah, in there!
Get it!  Make me cum and I'll let you breathe again, maybe!"  Slap!  The other
hand held her powergun, with which she was menacing three other women of
various shapes, colors and sizes.  "Get outta those clothes, Honey, I wanna
see those hooters!  You got chewable nipples?"  Slap!  "Hey, Chunky, stick
your tongue in my ass!"  Slap!  "Hurry up, get it in there!  Yeah, that's
good!  You!  Come here and work on this nipple for me -- if you do a good job,
you MIGHT not have to take lessons in twat breathing like Chunky, here!"
Sergeant Tesh, the Comm Chief, who was looking on, stood there wondering how
Lorne was handling four women while she was surrounded with limp dicks.  True,
she was bigger, and had a gun, but Tesh had a gun, too.  Problem was, she
WASN'T THAT much bigger than the men, and if she really let go, she could be
overpowered...  What she needed was someone who could watch her ass,
preferably while getting her own dick...  What ELSE was different about Lorne?
The answer hit, and Tesh got on comm with her platoon sergeant, "Sarge, you
guys turn loose the squids yet?  What about the pretty boys?"

	PSG Hroosh looked up from the scrawny yellow-skinned bitch he was
plowing -- he'd always wanted one of them...  She was still sniffling, but she
was rubbing her clit; apparently she was getting over the hard part.  Young,
too, no more than 8 GSC, he figured.  Young stuff cost an arm and a leg on a
station -- IF the locals let you go that low... "Whazzat, Tesh?  No, the
squids are probably still aboard the boat, guarding it and recording this mess
for posterity and future jerk-off sessions.  Why?"  He tried to clear his
head, but that little pussy was starting to dance, cherry blood on his cock
and all.  "The Pretty Boys are still watching the cunts left over in line..."
The Pretty Boys were twins, both with homosexual tendencies; they were
normally into each other, as a couple, but had no compunction about playing
with others...

	"The local males aren't cooperating -- they can't seem to fuck while
looking down the barrel of a powergun.  In particular, they can't seem to fuck
a woman who is holding one.  That's holding us up, here.  We need somebody who
can get theirs while keeping an eye on things -- somebody who isn't
necessarily looking for a hard dick..."

	"Huh.  Gotcha.  You want somebody who's happy plowing male ass or
getting his cock sucked by a man."

	"Yeah.  Then I can lay down my powergun and convince one of these guys
I'm worth diddling without worrying about watching my back," Tesh amplified.

	Hroosh thought about it.  EVERYBODY was checked out on the assault
boats, and the squids WERE along to get their dicks wet.  Long cycles in space
tended to make squids on the spacecraft crews homo -- or at least bi --
sexual, and some of them liked to get their strange under more exciting
conditions...  Lesseee, First had been the first in the hopper...  "LT Kald?
Any of yours finished, so they can hold the boat for a while?  I'd like to
turn loose the squids before shit's all gone..."

	"I got it."  Kald looked around.  There were bodies strewn all over
the place, but all of them appeared to be moving.  A couple of his troopers
were wandering around, half out of their gear, with that sated look, idly
glancing over other couples.  "Nink, Arval!  You done?"

	The pair snapped to.  Arval replied reluctantly, "Well, for now, Sir.
I'm kinda hoping to get another round in with something a bit different..."

	Kald grunted.  "Well, the squids have been cooped up in the boat all
this time, so why don't you go relieve 'em so they can get a little?"

	Nink grimaced.  "Aye, Sir."  The pair turned reluctantly toward the
boat.  Kald called after them, "Use the surveillance system and keep an eye on
things.  If you see anything THAT good, call me, and I'll see if I can get it
delivered."  Switching to ship's comm, Kald took things in hand: "Flicker, Red
Six."

	"Red Six, Flicker."

	"I'm arranging relief.  Have a special request from the crack troops
for somebody who can cover 'em while getting his."

	"We talkin' fresh booty, Six?"  In the background, Kald heard, "I'd
like some pussy, too..."

	"That in particular; the girls can't seem to get the local males
interested while holding a gun to their heads.  They figure if someone is
plowing his from behind being cock-stiff doesn't matter, and you can hold a
powergun while doing it; that way they can get all defenseless-looking and
manage to coax hard-ons out of 'em for THEIR fun..."

	There was a grunt.  "Roger, Six.  It appears I can drum up a couple of
volunteers.  Any pussy left?"

	"What's standing is probably limited to special tastes, but there
appears to be plenty of only slightly used shit..." Kald opined.

	"Roger.  We should get four, for proper ops.  Air is clear, though.
Got some idiots on the outside if the interdiction field, hopping around, but
that's it."

	Kald frowned.  "Does it look organized?"

	"Nah.  We're jamming their handheld comm.  Couple of 'em have bounced
off the field and are sleeping peacefully; the others are still scratching
their heads."  Crewman Second Class Spalk eyed his scanner.  Two dozen
vehicles, some towing horse trailers, were jammed up within a few klat of the
point where the interdiction field crossed the single road into the valley.  A
couple of carloads of unconscious victims of field contact were blocking the
road itself, and the others were milling around, trying to offer aid and
figure out what was up.  Two or three more idiots were scattered on the
ground, a result of curiosity and contact with the field.

	Kald scratched his jaw.  "Can you pulse the field?"

	"Yessir.  We're nowhere NEAR one hundred percent extension, and there
are no threats to poke through while the phase shift is going on..."

	"Do it.  Get everybody."  There was a wavering in the haze above them;
several troopers looked up, then went back to their pursuits when no comm
calls accompanied it; apparently, it wasn't a nuke or anything...

	On Spalk's scanner, the effective radius of the field suddenly
increased, sweeping over the milling group that had been outside the field,
mowing them down like chaff before shrinking its earlier radius.  Among the
group rendered suddenly unconscious were Margot and Lynn Gates.  "All quiet,
Six."

	"Roger."  A couple of Second Platoon troopers wandered by, each with a
grip on a bawling teenager.  To Kald, they were more alike than different,
despite the fact that locals would have told you that they were from different
families; faces contorted by crying lent them a sameness of expression, and
hair color and general body type were the same.  Even the white trails running
down their legs tended to be identical...  "You two!  Call your LT and tell
him the Captain is off shift and I'm running things, and I'm detailing you to
hold the boat!"

	"Aw, shit, Sir!" the higher ranking one, a Corporal, whined, eyeing
his catch.

	Kald rolled his eyes.  "Take your toys with you -- but if they get
into trouble..."  Kald's warning didn't have to be specific to be clear.

	"Aye, Sir."  The trooper shoved his catch toward the boat.  "That way,
Cunt.  We're not done yet."  Kald watched him switch to comm as he moved off.

	The Private lingered, whining, "Shit, Sir -- why can't First do this?"

	Kald grew three inches and lightning flashed, it seemed like.  "Two
First Platoon troopers are ALREADY on their way!  Apparently THEY have
discipline!  Do you still have any issues, Soldier?"  The Private, eyes wide
as he realized his mistake, shook his head.  "Then get out of my sight, before
I take your toy away from you!  Move!"

	The Private reached down and slapped his slut on the ass.  "Follow
them!  Run!"  The girl stumbled off, and the Private followed her, double-
timing.  Kald stood there until the squids came boiling down the ladder,
discernable by their blue-grey battledress.  Four headed for the females; the
other four set out for the males at the double, saluting LT Kald as they
passed.

	Hroosh had been watching.  When it was clear that the squids were on
their way, he called the Pretty Boys.  "Flud, Ruy, this is Hroosh."

	"Hey, Sarge," Flud answered for the pair.

	"Squids are coming.  Have 'em relieve you, then I want you to do me a
favor..."

	"Fuck," Ruy subvocalized.  Could shit get any worse?

	"Aye," Flud replied, noncommittally.

	"The crack troops are having problems getting hard dick out of the
local boys while holding a powergun to their heads.  Think you can give 'em a
little security while they coax a fuck out of the chickenshits?  Get yourself
some, of course...  We just figure their cocks drooping won't be as important
to you as how much their assholes pucker..."

	Flud blinked and passed a glance with his brother.  "Hey, Sarge, you
probably got a point...  We'll take off as soon as the squids arrive."


	Teela was astride Lee, riding his surprising cock when six male
troopers arrived, apparently converging on the site from different directions.
"Need help, Ladies?" the first on the scene asked, directing the question at a
big, rawboned redhead whom Lee had somewhere gathered was named Tesh.  Teela,
big breasts heaving, got control after her powerful first orgasm and took the
whole thing in.

	Lee was congratulating himself for having survived that first
tumultuous orgasm intact.  After shucking out of her coverall, she'd done
something to her blast rifle that obviously rendered it inert -- not that Lee
cared, at this point -- and settled before him to wrap soft, thick lips around
his glans.  Lee had hesitantly started playing in her somewhat bushy hair,
wondering distantly how in the Hell they managed that amount under a battle
helmet, when she reached up and redirected his hand to some seriously
wonderful breast flesh.  Teela was a '10' in ANYBODY'S book, Lee figured -- a
Grand Dragon of the Ku Klux Klan would put his racism aside to fuck her,
justifying it later, somehow, no doubt -- she was unnaturally hot.  Weird to
see that kind of thing in a combat uniform...  He was gritting his teeth
against the waves of pleasure when Teela decided that the gentle mauling he
was giving her nipple had set too much of a fire for continued cocksucking.
"Lay down, Honey -- I need that thing in me!"

	Lee, who'd gotten buck naked as she did, went flat right away, looking
down in disparagement at the body that had served him for almost fifty years.
He'd never been Mister Universe; as a kid he'd been thin, with rangy muscles
that didn't look like much, despite serious strength.  The Army had bulked him
up some, and kept him fit for two decades, but at a cost.  The only two things
that had ever been remarkable about Lee were his brain and his cock -- neither
of which was immediately visible to the woman on the street.  He was married
today only because Margot had seen 'Sucker' painted on him, somewhere; she'd
been looking for a Sugar Daddy, and he'd been dumb enough to get trapped...
But she had no appreciation for either of his primary tools -- well, maybe his
brain because it brought in the money...  All this went through his mind in
the moment that Teela moved astride him and began to settle, their path
through his mind lubricated by the fact that he'd been down the track a
million times before -- but were banished by the view he got of Teela's pussy!

	It was perfect!  In Lee's experience, women either had thick outer
labia with very little in the way of inner lips, or they had little in the way
of outer labia and bigger, more leathery inner lips.  Teela displayed a
balanced set; the outer lips were there, certainly, but the inner ones were
also present, with little pinkish brown tags that were currently spread to
offer just a glimpse into her coral pink core.  All this sat below a
pronounced clitoral hood with a pink bud peeking from it, above which was a
closely trimmed 'V' of kinky fur that pointed at it like an arrow.

	Lee had just the moment for full appreciation before Teela went into a
full squat and the inner lips flowed around his glans.  Only the quick blowjob
she'd given him kept him from shooting immediately into those fiery depths.
But Lee wasn't the only one enchanted with the experience...

	Teela had been amazed when the guy had let that monster out of that
teeny zipper thing the locals used!  It was... just... perfect!  Long, and
just the right thickness to be powerful-looking...  Funny that there was no
foreskin...  Her lips and tongue had tasted his firmness and been delighted;
guys from Anubis went the range, and some were bigger, but they never seemed
to fully stiffen like this -- the girls had always joked that the big ones
sucked all the blood from their heads.  The guy wasn't that much to look at,
but closer inspection said he was tall and rangy and when the nanobots cleaned
all of the aging poisons out of him, what little thickness his midsection was
showing -- not much, anyway, by most measures -- would be gone.  Maybe some of
the hair would come back -- not that it mattered.  Teela had been first
attracted to the guy's eyes; while everyone else's had been pools of fear,
this guy had been calm, wary, intelligent -- a possible predator.  And then
he'd proven her correct, several times...  Teela wasn't that worried about
minor imperfections, anyway.  She'd been a good deal more dumpy when she'd
reported for training on her homeworld a half dozen GSCs ago.  Nubians, like
the local tribe's gene pool -- she'd checked -- tended to be either skeletal
and breastless or LARGE.  Teela's grandfather had emigrated to Anubis from
Odin, so she had been gifted with genes that overrode the tendency to be huge
to some extent, but she'd still tended to be oversize and, well, saggy.  Her
current miraculous shape was the product of a year's salary in sculpting
nanobots, but it had been worth it to her; she'd gotten the good kind that
built to last, adjusting genetic markers as well as her surface so that if and
when she decided to have offspring, they'd have a leg up in life.  What she
had was self-maintaining -- but what she saw when she looked in the mirror
varied according to her mood.  Lately, cooped up on the ship with a company of
guys she knew well, but who by and large treated her as a combination sister
and one of the guys, she'd usually seen her old, dumpy self.  The guys in the
platoon just weren't candidates for the title of lover -- that kind of
emotional attachment was counterproductive in a combat companion and was thus
sensibly tacitly avoided, even without the official sanctions against it.  She
could play in another platoon, but the level of aggression that ANY of the
troops generally displayed didn't sit well with her own independence -- the
independence that had led her to turn her back on the idea of being the fat,
dumpy wife of some minimum-support drone on her homeworld with three or four
squalling brats to feed and accept the physical, mental, and emotional
challenges of a violent profession in a hazardous environment.  Perhaps
Grandpa had brought the wanderlust with him from Odin...

	Leegates had lowered his hands to the nipples on her feelie-star tits
when directed, (her originals had been the same size, but had sagged like soft
loaves of Italian bread --  the thick nipples on the big areolae, however,
were original equipment), but his first utterance as she settled onto him was,
"Jeezus!  What a pretty pussy!"  Teela had no idea who or what 'jeezus' was,
but she knew a compliment when she heard one -- and this was doubly welcome
because Teela's pussy was original equipment, inside and out!  Sure, she and
dedicated nanobots had worked to tighten the belly above her rounded pudenda
to a womanly curve that, while convex, suggested solid musculature, rather
than fat, but everything between that and the carefully crafted hollows of her
inner thighs Teela had been born with; for Leegates to pick out one of the few
spots on her besides her face that hadn't seen SOME editing to comment on was
gratifying.  Teela had enjoyed several men during her youth and early
adulthood, and all of them had expressed positive opinions of the design and
function of her female parts; some of them had been stupid and vain enough to
mention that they could 'put up' with her other issues to be able to enjoy
them.  But since the changes, most had been more interested in her chest,
initially.  Leegates, while obviously taking in everything, had reserved
comment until coming into contact with something genuinely hers...

	And the feel!  His probe challenged the ring of muscle at the opening
of her vagina, then slipped through, wedging a couple of klek in.  Teela rose
up a bit, and the flange of his glans spread her tissues, resisting extraction
in a way that previous cocks had never done -- perhaps it was the lack of a
foreskin? -- and Teela felt a rush of the required lubricant as it ironed her
insides.  The sensations...  Sure, she had a fancy suspensor dildo that was
programmed to deliver EXACTLY the stroke and pressure that she required --
she'd used it two days ago, activating the sound-deadening field in the
quarters she shared with Rango to keep others from hearing the cries she
tended to make while in extremity -- but it was missing some crucial element
that THIS cock was providing, despite its sophistication.  By the time she had
settled firmly on Leegates and his wiry pubes rubbed her exposed clitoris,
Teela was ALREADY halfway to orgasm!  Teela dropped forward and put her hands
on his shoulders, bracing herself so she could drive, and began to pump,
slowly, and Leegates put his hands on her hips and began coming up from below,
adding an additional snap to every stroke.   Teela started to moan, and sped
up -- she couldn't help herself.  The fit...  When they were meshed, Teela
could feel Leegates' cock touch her cervix!  Leegates kept pace, even as she
moved faster and faster, pounding, pounding, her clit on fire...

	Then came the explosion.  Teela reared up and let out a keening howl
while her eyes rolled up and her hips went nuts on her in a way that made
Rango's jaw drop.  She'd done a little recreational clit-licking with Teela in
her time, (dildos did NOT replace warm arms, caresses, and an occasional kiss,
but both of them preferred their lovers to have a cock), and she recognized a
supernova when she saw one.  This increased her irritation with the young fool
she was trying to get satisfaction from no end...

	Lee was frankly amazed.  SOMEHOW, he'd managed not to shoot a quart in
Teela during that first wild ninety seconds, but it had been a near thing; the
interrupted blowjob and age and experience had barely bested sensory overload,
aided just a bit by the facts that he was seldom thrilled with this position
and Teela had been pounding HARD at the end.  Given her response curve,
though, he might learn to put up with it...  Teela was idling now, slowly
moving up and down, savoring the aftermath of what had been for her an
incredible cum; Lee was thinking about asking her if they could roll over and
he could drive for a while when he became aware of the arrival of the other
males.  Four of them were in blue-gray battledress, rather than the camouflage
that the other troops sported.  "Relief?" Lee queried.

	Teela recognized the Pretty Boys.  "More than that, I think," she
gasped.

	Rango recognized the nature of the new arrivals, too, and it spurred
an attack of vengefulness.  She crawled off of Troy and grunted, "You had your
chance, Junior; I'm handing you off while I try out something else!"  She
hauled him up and flung him toward the new arrivals, to his vast relief -- but
THAT was short lived, as he found himself facing the muzzle of Ruy's powergun.

	Ruy's smile didn't inspire confidence at all...  "Huh!  What do we
have here?  Don't like pussy, Sweetie?  Fine, then, come here and suck some
dick!"

	Troy's mouth hung open and his eyes bugged; he wailed, "Noooooo!", but
Ruy merely placed the muzzle of his powergun against Troy's forehead while he
reached down and released his trap.  Troy knelt there, white-faced, as the
flap of fabric flipped down, and Ruy's cock extended itself, already half-hard
in anticipation; it might as well have been a snake.

	But Ruy snapped his fingers, and Troy shifted his attention upward to
his hard eyes.  "Now, Sweetie," Ruy menaced, "Don't get me mad, now!"  He
beckoned, and Troy reluctantly moved forward, opening his mouth.

	This had to be the most awful thing Troy had ever been asked to do!
The taste, the texture -- Troy was just horrified!  Ruy's cock was already
leaking pre-cum when it hit his tongue -- Gawd, the last thing he ever wanted
was to be a cocksucker!  But choice was totally lacking...

	"That's nice," Ruy encouraged.  "First time, huh?  Well, you've had it
though, haven't you?  You know the secret -- no teeth, and lots of lip.  Oh,
and by the way, an open throat..."  Ruy deliberately put a hand behind Troy's
head and pulled him deep, precipitating awful gagging noises as Troy retched
around Ruy's stiffening probe.  Ruy waited a moment, then released Troy, who
backed off, hacking and gagging -- but he was right back, driving his cock
deep into Troy's spasming throat in mere moments.  "You've done this to girls,
haven't you, Sweetie?  This is what she did for you..."

	Troy heard this and it struck deep; more than once, he'd gag-fucked a
girl at some wild party.  The group he ran with enjoyed their drugs and
alcohol, and there was a constant flow of innocents to either scare to death
or turn into sluts, doping them into a dazed state to foster the process.
Rape charges were hard to press when you couldn't - or didn't want to --
remember what you did, and with whom...  But Troy was stone cold sober, and
that fat cock was sliding in and out...

	Flud looked up from his brother's efforts and roared, "Okay, everybody
out of their clothes!  That's except for you, gramps, and you..."  His eye lit
on two young boys, and his face showed the struggle, but conscience won out.
"You boys know the building over there, where the little girls went?"  Two
wild-eyed nods.  "Run along, then, and join them.  Don't do anything stupid,
like trying to go somewhere else, or I'll shoot you with this..."  He hefted a
blaster rifle.  "Now get going!  Run!"  Neither of the boys needed any
encouragement; their heels had wings, apparently.  They made a beeline for the
barn, as fast as their legs could carry them.

	Flud chuckled, and wandered around behind Troy while watching the men
get out of their clothes.  When he was directly behind Troy, he reached down
and started rubbing his ass.  Troy's eyes rolled, but Ruy's grip didn't allow
for much of a flinch.  He tried to drop his ass, but both Ruy and Flud dealt
him a blow, Ruy a slap, and Flud a solid swat on his ass.  Flud glanced at Ruy
and asked, "Any good?  There's a sweet ass back here..."  He wet a finger and
probed Troy's anus.

	Troy flipped out, lurching forward to get away from the probing finger
-- but he had nowhere to go but deeper onto Ruy's cock...  Ruy grinned, "I
think he's getting into it!"  Troy started screaming incoherently around Ruy's
member, but the finger bored right in, and Flud started wiggling it, deep in
Troy's rectum.  Ruy locked eyes with his victim, "I bet you've done THAT to
girls, too!"

	Troy HAD, and he'd laughed and enjoyed the sounds the girls made as
his finger sank into their asses.  And he'd enjoyed what followed, too...
Realization brought shock and a weird state of mind where the current incident
became punishment for past excesses; Troy dropped into a masochistic trance
where he forgot all about the horrors of sucking cock while he waited for the
inevitable painful penetration.

	Ruy noticed the difference; his toy was no longer fighting, his mouth
going wherever Ruy directed.  "He's waiting, Brother," he announced.

	Troy heard this, and it merely added to the pressure in his chest.
The suspense was agonizing...

	Flud put an end to it, replacing it with another kind of agony, as his
cock penetrated Troy's dry ass.  Troy's eyes bulged and he wailed around Ruy's
cock, "MMMMMMMMAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"  But he was thoroughly pinned; the pair began
shuttling him slowly from point to point, Flud taking charge and driving him
onto Ruy's cock, then withdrawing him from Ruy and then his own skewering
before driving the trio together again.

	This activity had EVERYONE'S attention; after a second, Rango knelt up
and declaimed, "Okay, boys, you've got a choice!  If you can't work up an
interest in girls," she waved at Lee and Teela, "you can have the other
flavor!"  She waved her arms grandly at Troy and his tormentors and grinned,
"Any of you boys care to volunteer to show Mama Rango a good time?"

	Things shook out quickly after that.  Now that the women could lay
down their arms, and under the impetus of fear of the remaining four males,
men flocked to the women.  Rango collected two, hanging them off her breasts
while jacking stiffening cocks while she knelt on her coverall.  "You got
enough, there, Teela?"

	Teela locked eyes with Lee.  Troy's little misadventure had occurred
basically right in front of her and just above Lee; both had had a ringside
seat.  Teela needed more sex, now -- the whole thing had been weirdly exciting
-- but Lee's hard-on filled her, and was more than enough.  She wanted to
move, but the post orgasmic languor had her...  "No, I'm fine.  Leegates isn't
finished, yet..."

	"Nice," Rango approved.  "Okay, boys, who rides first?"

	Lee held Teela's eyes.  "Want to roll over, and let me drive for a
while?"

	"Oh, yes!  Please!"


	Not everyone in the group was going to get lucky; there were only a
little over a half-dozen women, after all.  One lad in his late teens -- one
of the few male riders -- was induced to come out of the closet by the
situation, more or less volunteering.  But somewhere between three and five of
the remaining males learned about homosexual sex the hard way...


	Marian White lay under Corporal Brok, quiescent.  When they'd gotten
away from the women, she'd stuck a hand behind her, and Brok had removed his
grip from her neck and taken it.  "Don't fuck with me now, or I'll slap the
shit out of you!" the Corporal warned, but Marion merely nodded; if they were
going to have sex, she preferred to have all of her body parts, afterward.
Brok was a berserker; if she didn't set him off, she'd be fine, but if she
made him tense and angry, the bloodlust would return, and she'd end up looking
like Allison Hayes and she might not survive.  No, she was going to see to it
that Brok had a comfortable and pleasant afternoon; no one knew better than
Marion that her life depended upon it.

	The pair threaded through the parking lot, a very thinly populated
area under the current circumstances.  Marian found herself hoping the van was
unlocked; going back for keys wouldn't make Brok happy.  But it was -- the
power sliding door opened at a touch.  Marian heard a sound and turned to find
Brok, weapon drawn, eyeing her tensely.  "Sorry," she placated, "I didn't
think..."

	"Back off," Brok grunted, and cautiously stuck his head inside,
scanning for weapons.  Damned woman was acting TOO cooperative -- it made him
nervous.  There were several bundles, clothing, and a box...  "What's in
there?"

	Marian circled and stuck her head in the door as far away as she could
get from Brok in order not to get him any more nervous.  "Food.  Drinks.  It's
an ice chest."

	"Open it."  Marian did so.  Brok rooted through the contents, fishing
out a canned Coke.  "What's this?"

	"It's a drink."

	"Open it."

	"Okay."  Marian eyed him.  "It's... carbonated.  When I open it, there
will be sounds..."

	Brok frowned.  "Why are you telling me this?"

	"I don't want you to shoot me over it," Marian replied cautiously.

	Brok blinked.  "Go ahead."

	Marian popped the top, cautiously.  There was a hiss, and the fizzing
sound.  "Is that a fuse?" Brok grunted, clutching his weapon.

	"No, its bubbles," Marian replied.  "May I?"  Brok nodded, and she
drank, deliberately ensuring that he watched the liquid enter her mouth.  It
was welcome, clearing the taste of the vomit.  "Do you want to try this one,
or another?"

	Brok dithered.  These people hadn't expected the Raiders; therefore,
all was probably as the slut indicated -- certainly, no one had even surfaced
a weapon...  Still...  "I'll try that."  He reached for it, bringing it to his
nose.  Yes, it was... fizzing...

	Marian worried.  "It is sweet -- might be an acquired taste..."

	"Is it drugged?"

	Marian blanched.  "Um, a mild stimulant.  We allow children to drink
it..."

	Brok, cautious, tilted up the can and dribbled a bit into his mouth.
It WAS sweet!  But it was also... refreshing.  He took another sip, edginess
receding.  "Sleeping bags?"

	"Back there."  Marion pointed into the back deck.

	"Get them."

	Marian leaned awkwardly over the back seat and grappled with a roll,
then stopped herself before tossing it behind her, something that DEFINITELY
would have gotten her shot.  She backed up clumsily and slipped, falling back
into Brok, who hissed and stiffened, instinctively.  Marian threw up her
hands, wailing, "Sorry, sorry!"

	Somehow, Brok didn't shoot her.  After a moment, he asked cautiously,
"Can you get up?"

	"I'm kind of stuck.  I'll have to turn over.  Please, relax!  I don't
want you to get excited and hurt me!" Marian pled.

	"All right."  Brok put the can down in a depression made for it in the
cooler lid, having discovered it purely by accident, then reluctantly
holstered his weapon and collected Marian under the armpits, lifting her back
onto the seat.  "Give me that."  Marian handed him the sleeping bag, and,
half-expecting treachery, he chucked it out onto the ground.  But Marian had
remained in place, arms over the back of the seat...  "Is there another?"

	"Yes."

	"Get it."  This time, Brok laid his hand on Marian's ass.  She
collected the second bag awkwardly and wrestled it to the top of the seat
beside her, then turned to eye Brok, who was gently squeezing her ass cheek.
Brok tossed his head, and Marian tossed it out of the van.  The pair locked
eyes; Brok's hand continued to squeeze the ass cheek.

	Marian mustered great sincerity.  "We're going to do things your way,"
she assured him.  "I understand what I'm here for."

	This had to be the damnedest declaration Brok had ever heard!  "Why?"

	Marian shrugged.  "I've seen you mad."

	"Oh."  Brok had the grace to be embarrassed.  "When I'm in combat,
sometimes, I..."

	Marian nodded.  "I've heard of it.  A rage.  You have the strength and
speed of ten men, right?"

	"Uh huh."  Brok was more than surprised.

	"We have a term for it.  Berserker."  She waited; would he take
offense?

	Brok didn't.  He picked up the negative contexts, but, well, it wasn't
always a good thing...  "Awright.  So.  We're gonna fuck.  Maybe other things.
I'm going to do whatever seems like a good idea."

	"Okay."

	'That's it? Okay? Sheeit!'  Brok couldn't get his head around the
idea.  Well, he'd believe it when he saw it...  He popped her on the ass.
"Out, then.  Lay those things out."

	Marian set to work.  She laid out the two bags and zipped them to each
other, making one double-wide bag and leaving it open on one side.  Brok
retrieved the Coke and watched her, sipping.  He looked around; the area was
particularly deserted, and the slut was already naked...  He popped the seal
on his combat gear, then secured his weapon. "Kneel up."  Marian did so.  Brok
brandished the weapon.  "This won't work for you -- it's keyed to me and
locked down.  I can take you out with my bare hands, though, if I have to."

	Marian nodded calmly.  "You won't have to.  I promise."

	Brok looked dubious, but bent to undo the catches on his boots.  Did
the locals have the concept of parole?  "Good.  We'll all be a lot happier if
you keep that promise.  Pull these off."  He presented a foot.

	Marian pulled each in turn, and Brok slipped out of his battle dress
coverall.  The thing was a lot more complex than it looked; it would even
double as a spacesuit for short periods.  But it merely LOOKED like a coverall
with various pockets and holsters for weapons and ammo.

	Brok carried some heavy musculature; Marian was impressed.  Brok eyed
her and took another sip of Coke.  "Come over here and suck me some more."
While Marian was moving toward him, he asked, "What are the chances you're
going to get wet?"

	Marian sucked in his length to a depth comfortable to her, then backed
off.  "Good.  I could rub it a bit..."

	Brok smiled.  "Go ahead.  I might like that."

	Marian resumed sucking, holding Brok's heavy balls in her right hand
while her left dove to her clitoris.  Brok watched her fingers work in circles
in her pubes while she laved his shaft, covering it with spit; the sight was
VERY pleasant.  The quiet moan she emitted after a bit added to it.  Brok's
erection got VERY solid in her suckling mouth, and Brok found himself to be
severely aroused.  The bitch was sure doing a great job!  He buried his fist
in her hair to encourage her to take his erection deeper, and she complied
without complaint, choking and gagging, but returning for more.

	All in all, this was not unlike some of Marian's fantasies; Brok
asserted himself, and he had a bit more cock than her husband.  He was in
charge, and he was leading, coaxing, demanding.  When he grunted, "Enough!
Lay out, I want to get some pussy!" Marian dropped onto her back without
thought, lifting her knees and spreading her legs.

	But excitement and the long drought undid Corporal Brok.  He knelt up
and seated the tip of his cock between Marian's damp inner lips, put his hands
on her knees and drove it home -- and went straight into orgasm from the
unaccustomed wet heat of her channel.  He managed a couple of strokes before
the dam actually broke, but it was ONLY two -- Brok was out of control upon
insertion.  He buried himself, and semen poured in long gouts that Marian
FELT, something that hadn't really ever happened with Ed -- but it STILL
wasn't particularly satisfying!  Marian had worked herself into a fine
submissive lather and she'd expected to be ridden hard and cum!

	To be fair, this wasn't the only incident.  Most of the Raiders were
overcharged, and premature first blasts happened more often than not.  But
many, if not most, went back for seconds, with another woman, if not their
original victim -- and Brok was no exception.

	Marian lay there, frustrated, and almost let it out before she
remembered what she was dealing with.  Reflection brought a certain wry humor;
here she was being raped by a crazy man, and she was upset because it didn't
last long enough!  Allison Hayes deserved what she got, the stupid bimbo --
all she'd had to do was shut up and fuck for about twelve seconds.  Given that
being a hot fuck was probably what gave her a leg up in the world, it
shouldn't have been any big thing...  What could she say now that wouldn't set
him off?  If he freaked from embarrassment, she could end up just as dead...

	Brok was suffering from a fine mix of relief and embarrassment.  That
pent-up flood had felt SO good going off, but he was done -- after nearly
killing one woman and spending a cent and a half terrorizing another, he'd
lasted less than a mil.  He was grappling with it when the slut asked gently,
"Been a long time?"

	"Yeah," Brok grunted.  "A loooong time.  We...  don't normally do
stuff like this, except after a victory, but everyone was just goin' nuts...
Been nearly, uh, one of your cycles..."

	"A year?"  Marian was taken aback.  SHE might have gone nuts after a
year!  On the other hand...  "Well, then there's more left over, isn't there?"
The thought kind of surprised her -- she was sloshing, as it was...

	"Yeah," Brok returned thoughtfully.  If he went back to the ship
having only dropped one load, he'd be climbing the walls again in half a DP.
He had the slut -- might as well use her.  He started to back off -- he'd get
her to suck him erect again -- but the feel of things said it wasn't
necessary.  He pumped back and forth experimentally, and everything seemed
fine...

	Semen poured down the crack of Marian's ass as Brok's pumping
displaced the copious results of his first ejaculation; Ed had NEVER cum like
THAT!  Maybe Brok DIDN'T have another load in there, Marian thought.  But he
was moving, and things were getting less wet as he displaced his seed; his
cock was still hard -- she could FEEL it!

	Demonstrated ability brought confidence to Brok and he began to get
serious in his efforts, pushing Marian's knees up and back and going for
depth.  He wasn't fully recovered, so premature ejaculation wasn't an option;
he had lingering doubts whether he could even get off again, but pumping this
slut felt SOOO good...

	The second round wasn't any cake walk -- it was long, hard, pounding,
sweaty sex, the pair of them tacitly cooperating, assisting each other to win
their fights to attain orgasm.  Brok was amazed when about half a cent in,
Marian turned bright red from hairline to nipples, began shaking and grabbed
at him, yelling "Gimmeee, gimmee, GIMMEEEEEEEE!!!" and then clenched up, going
"Hrrrrgh, hrrrgh, hrrgh!!" while her twat pulsed.  After that, Brok soldiered
on with a good deal more confidence.  Marian's first was big -- she hadn't cum
like that in a long time...  And Brok kept pounding, like a machine.  Marian
rolled her hips up and gave him a solid platform to continue to work from, and
he continued to slam.

	Having a woman crank out a real cum under him was a novelty for Brok;
combat troops spent very little time on stations or in bases where there were
'normal' women to be had -- a thirty minute outing with a socialator didn't
really count.  Brok THOUGHT maybe he might have gotten one off a time or two,
but -- let's face it -- it's their JOB to make you think you did...  'Normal'
women, he met under abnormal circumstances, as a rule -- during recreational
post-victory pillaging, for example.  More than once, he'd been so worked up
that resistance bought them the fate of Allison Hayes, or worse; he'd
deliberately avoided hanging out for victory parties after heavy action after
the first time, but there'd been a couple of others -- you just don't pass it
up when you get so little.  When Marian started hyperventilating and panted,
"I'm gonna go off again!" a couple of mils later, Brok's head swelled no end!
Brok gave her two more before that tickle behind the head of his cock
announced that he was in the final stages; Marian detected it and rubbed his
flanks, hissing "Yeessss, yesss..." while his strokes got jerky and his
breathing went irregular before the impassioned grunt that heralded another
flood.  Marian couldn't believe the amount of cum the guy could kick out; when
they finished, she was wallowing in a puddle the size of a dinner plate, and
full to the brim!  Brok collapsed across her, wheezing from his efforts, and
Marian, satiated, actually drifted off to sleep!
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