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Part 3 of 6


		
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: R and R
Part: 3 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 3

	Sabac had his hands full.  "Anna!  Easy, bitch!  Take it a little
slower and back off on the teeth!  Damn!"  The bitch was nothing if not
enthusiastic -- something Sabac had trouble understanding -- but she was also
completely without experience.  "Hold it!  Stop!"  Anna ground to a halt; it
didn't take a degree in anthropology to read the expression on her face --
you'd think he'd taken away a favorite toy!  "Okay, let's take it slow!  Lick
the underside with your tongue...  Yeah, that's it...  The idea of a blowjob
is to use your mouth to simulate a cunt!  You got teeth in there?"  God knew
she had plenty in her mouth...

	Anna eyed him sorrowfully. "Oo ca pu ch eh ou..."

	Becky opened her mouth, but Sabac waved it shut.  "Let's not bother
with that.  A little instruction should make all the difference.  Grip with
your lips, and use your tongue -- and try to keep your teeth out of it!  I'll
guide your head; you were in a mad rush, too, which didn't help..."  He
cradled the back of her head and started using her -- and it was good -- but
it wasn't quite enough...  Ten minutes later, he thought he might go insane
from the sensations, but ejaculation forever hung beyond his reach.  "This
isn't getting it," he grunted, waving Anna off.  She had drool all over her,
but the look on her face was pathetic; obviously, tears were on the way...
"Oh, quiet down," he grunted, forestalling an outburst.  "Lay back and spread
your legs -- it's time for the main event!"

	"You gonna fuck her?" Becky asked, grinning from ear to ear.

	"That's the plan..."  From the way they acted, you'd have thought he'd
offered them candy, or something.  Anna's face fairly shone!  "Hey, this is
likely to hurt a little bit, at first, you know -- I sure can't figure out why
you're celebrating..."  Sabac shook his head. 'Dumb cunt looks pleased to
death...'

	Anna WAS pleased!  Sabac just didn't understand; Anna had fully
expected to have to give her virginity to some functional moron -- with her
handicap, it appeared to be the best she could do!  Instead, she had a shot at
a big, handsome, muscular guy, (Sabac was coming out of his combat gear), who
somehow understood every word she said!  It was a dream come true!  She threw
herself on her back and spread her legs, lifting her knees.  "Ii iss okay?"

	"Yeah, fine."  Sabac damned sure couldn't miss it.  She had a furry
little pelt over loose rubbery lips; damn, he could see her clit from where he
was standing!  He knelt down and started positioning himself over her when
something grabbed his attention and he looked up directly into Becky's face at
about two klek's distance.  "FUCK!  What the fuck do YOU want?"

	"I wanna watch," Becky returned calmly.  "You're gonna do it right,
right?"

	"Well, yeah..."  Shit, Sabac had never DONE a virgin!  Any hole he'd
pounded had seen a couple thousand OTHER dicks, first.  "Back off!  Why in
Entropy I got saddled with a crazy woman and a kid trying to take lessons..."
He shook his head, but reached down to tease open Anna's nether lips with his
cock -- an exercise that felt mighty ticklish...

	Anna licked her lips as he seated his cock against her opening, but
her eyes shone.  Sabac looked up.  "Okay, this is likely to -- never mind;
you'll see!"  He snapped his hips, going glans deep.

	Anna's eyes popped, but that was it.  She looked down between them at
Sabac's cock, partially buried, and back up at his face -- but Sabac was
looking down there, too...  Anna'd been fairly wet, so he'd made some ground,
but he hadn't popped anything, yet.  He backed off a bit, Anna's opening
nibbling at him, and powered through another thrust, this time bumping
something.

	Anna winced, but serious masturbation and tampons had beat the Hell
out of her hymen; there wasn't that much to it.  Sabac drew back for the big
push and powered on through to the root, and it just wasn't that bad...  Sabac
looked up; Anna's eyes were still big, but she hadn't uttered a peep.  She had
to know he was in deep...  He essayed a couple of slow strokes, and they were
mighty fine, so he did a couple more, then, gaining confidence, he began to
set up a rhythm.

	But Anna had other ideas.  Suddenly, she wailed, "Oh, SHIIIII -- ISS
GOO ARE'EE!!!" and started driving herself up to him, wildly.  Controlled
strokes were out; it was all Sabac could do to hang on!  Anna wrapped her legs
around his hips, and ground herself to him, literally lifting both of them
from the ground with the force of her lunges.

	 About a mil and a half later, Anna stiffened and surged, red faced
and panting, and Sabac got his first relief since she took off.  Taking back
the initiative, he rolled them over so Anna was on top.  "If you're gonna do
all the work," he grunted, "you might as well be on top..."  He flexed and
wiggled a bit, and Anna took off again, pounding away, lunging atop him and
pistoning up and down on his cock like a wild thing, wailing, "Fuh... fuh...
fuh...!!!" at the top of her lungs.  This time, she pulled him along with her
and he shot like a fire hose, pinned against her as she stiffened, feeling her
vaginal muscles pulse along his length as she rode out her orgasm.  As he lay
there, wasted, Anna kissing and nibbling at his neck, a voice above him
rumbled, "Sabac?  Damn, Son -- what's going on?"

	A few minutes before, Rendec had staggered up off of Val, having
delivered his second load into her hungry pussy.  Wild Val was in ascendance;
the cock crazy girl that she'd been in college was back, overriding the more
staid, matronly image of the mother of two.  The look the redhead had given
Rendec over her shoulder told him all he needed to know, so he took immediate
action:  "Crewman, come over here and feed this bitch some cock!  You, too --
there's plenty enough for both of you, believe me!"  The two squids, recently
released from the boat crew, had been examining the leftovers when the Captain
had offered a better cut of meat; the pair settled on Val immediately.

	Rendec adjusted his battledress and looked around.  It had been a bit
less than half a dec -- around forty minutes for the locals -- and the first
round was about over.  Most of the troopers had gotten themselves a piece, and
some had gotten two; there were used women staggering around all over the
place, most with semen pouring out of them, and some of the younger ones with
a bit of blood mixed in from maidenheads that they now wouldn't be able to
offer a local male.  Reactions were all over the map, from apparent unconcern
to outright hysteria, and everything in between.  A shocky looking woman whose
age Rendec guessed at twenty GSCs staggered up to him and asked, blankly, "I'm
all right, aren't I?"

	"You're fine," he assured her.  "You just had a little sex -- nothing
to worry about.  You HAVE had sex, right?"

	"Oh, yeah."  The woman looked blank.  "A bunch of times."  She
blinked.  "But my ass hurts.  I think somebody missed..."

	Rendec rubbed at his face, trying to keep it straight.  Fortunately,
she'd never remember...  "Happens all the time; don't worry about it.  How was
it at the time?"

	The woman clearly wasn't all there...  She thought about it for a
moment, then, "Okay, I guess.  I don't think I came, though..."  Rendec nodded
sagely and the woman staggered on.

	Rendec glanced back at the red headed cunt he'd been plowing; the two
squids were feeding her from both ends, but she seemed to be doing most of the
work, hurling herself from one cock to the other.  The woman was apparently
insatiable; she could probably handle the whole company by herself!  Two other
squids were wandering through the leftovers; one of them glanced down at the
stasis chamber.  "Hey, Sprik, when will this one be done?"  The medic wandered
over, checked the readouts, and grunted, "Another five minutes, if you want
her jaw to work."  The squid plopped on the lower end of the chamber;
apparently, he was going to wait.  In the meantime, he pointed out a heavy
woman with mouse-brown hair, "Strip, and lemme get a look at you."  The woman
pulled off her top and bra, revealing some serious jugs -- which was
fortunate, because the layer of fat she then exposed below nearly covered her
pudenda.  The squid grunted, disgusted; Rendec couldn't blame him.

	Sprik went off to check the other chamber, and Rendec followed him
with his eyes.  Dolf and the three or four troopers with him were deep into
their entertainment; the woman he'd fisted second, last seen with a cock in
her mouth and Dolf's big fist in her pussy, was lying on the ground, panting,
but not looking too much the worse for the wear.  They had the third up on the
bench, giving her the treatment; apparently, Dolf had picked her ass, because
one trooper was using her mouth, and another had her legs up and was pounding
her snatch.  Dolf himself had moved on to the chunky blonde who had seemed to
be so fascinated with him; he had her knelt up and was driving his cock into
her.  She was a noisy one; she'd been babbling ever since she was taken.
Given a front row seat to three different fistings and several rapes, her
exclamations of shock and horror had been a background for their activities
for some time.  Wandering closer, Rendec noted that her eyes were still huge,
but with Dolf's cock moving in and out of her, she'd settled for repeating
"Oh, God!" again and again...  Rendec suspected that she wasn't hurting too
much, which was fortunate...

	Rendec was beginning to be seriously unhappy with the overall moral
position that the raid put him in.  Now that he was sated, for the moment, the
implications of visiting this kind of crap on innocents left him less than
thrilled.  Oh, sure, the Raiders had pillaged before -- to the victor, the
spoils, and the loser pays up -- but these people hadn't done anything to
deserve this...  "Sprik!  When we pull out of here, I don't want to leave
anyone damaged -- how many can we give short-term med repair injections?"

	The medic looked up and thought about it for a moment.  "We got a ton
of 'em, Cap'n, not having seen a whole lot of ground action.  Shouldn't be a
problem.  I probably have enough in the ambulance -- and there's more in the
boat."

	"Plan on it, then.  We'll use the sleepygas with the memory wipe
additive, and give 'em all a general; when the locals come to investigate,
nobody will know anything, and nobody will have a mark on 'em.  That'll
confuse things nicely."

	"Aye, Sir."  Sprik popped the cover on the chamber, and the Indian
chick sat up, blinking.  She stood up and reached behind herself gingerly, but
her ass had returned to normal.  Sprik looked her up and down and grunted,
"All right, get over here, kneel up, and start sucking my cock!"  The woman
opened her mouth, but he forestalled her with, "Unless you want me to get Dolf
to stick his fist up your ass all the way to your mouth!  And I won't fix it,
this time..."  The woman's mouth shut with an audible clop and she moved to
follow instructions, her eyes taking in the other local victims.  By the time
she knelt up, she was obviously intent on being utterly pliant...

	Rendec chuckled, and turned away.  As he glanced around, he noticed
that things were heating up again; troopers were wandering around, collecting
naked and half-naked bimbos for the second round.  He punched up Kald and
grunted, "Okay, I'm back.  Anything I should know about?"

	"Female troops got a late start, Sir, but the male cock-hounds are
helping 'em out."  Alerted, Rendec noted increased activity around the circle
of local males.  Flipping down his snoopers and dialing up the magnification,
he found himself zoomed in on the Pretty Boys giving some poor local fuck the
treatment from both ends.  Poor bastard looked really unhappy -- but he had a
hard-on...  Other local males were swarming around the female troopers, all of
whom seemed to be naked; the outriders were giving the Pretty Boys' victim and
a couple of other unfortunates in the grip of some squids nervous glances.
"Squids were slow off the block, too," Kald added, "I've got two of mine and
two of Second's on watch in the boat, so they could play."

	Rendec grunted.  "How secure are we?"

	"Place is reasonably remote.  There were a dozen or so vehicles on the
road in, locals milling around trying to figure out what the fuck...  I had
the squids pulse the field, and they're all napping peacefully." Kald's grin
carried in his voice.

	"Speaking of play -- what about Tenyek?"

	"I offered to relieve her, and she said 'no' in a tone that caused me
to wonder, so I sneaked by for a look.  She's giving a half-dozen of the older
girls cunt-lapping lessons -- but it isn't at gunpoint, so I let it alone."

	Rendec shrugged.  "You get any?"

	"Nope.  Don't like screamers."

	"Come get a piece of the redhead, then.  She likes dick -- LOTS of
dick.  You'd be doing her a favor."

	"Huh!  I'll be dipped in shit!  You sure?"

	"Never hurts to ask..."  Rendec turned toward Val and her two current
partners, "Hey, Red!  Want another dick?"

	"Shit, lookit that!  Who'd have thought?"  Kald had dropped his
snoopers and magnified the scene of the action; there was no arguing the
beckoning wave from the redhead.  "On the way, then..."

	Rendec chuckled.  "It's good shit, too.  If you want something fresh,
she'll probably offer her ass..."

	About that time, new noise erupted from the vicinity of the female
display line.  Some woman was squealing her head off, incoherently.  Rendec
was surprised; he'd figured most of the good stuff was gone...  There was a
quality to the uproar, too...  Rendec wandered that way, picking up activity;
some trooper was pounding away at some slut on the ground, it looked like...
There was another woman there, squatting, apparently watching the show --
something Rendec found odd; the usual pattern was to avoid watching another
woman being raped...  The woman being fucked was thrashing wildly; Rendec
wondered what the trooper had done to set her off like that -- some kind of
insect, or liquid heat?  The woman suddenly arched, and hung there, fully
supporting the trooper atop her for just a moment before collapsing, and
things got quiet -- but Rendec's curiosity was piqued, so he headed that way.
Rendec flipped down his snoopers for a closer look; the first thing he
discovered was that the watching woman wasn't -- it was a young girl, maybe 8
GSCs or so, red-haired and freckled.  Why in Entropy wasn't she with the other
kids?  About that time, the couple in coitus rolled over, bringing the woman
on top, and a moment's observation surfaced the reason that the whole thing
had caught Rendec's attention in the first place -- the woman, now on top, was
impaling herself wildly on the trooper's cock!  That was what was weird about
it!  The slut was enjoying herself!  Loudly!  She was lunging up and down,
wailing "Fuh!  Fuh!  Fuh!..." at the top of her lungs, titties swinging...

	Rendec stopped by the stasis chamber as the other medic examined the
readouts and popped the cover; the woman in it, the one Brok had used for a
martial arts dummy, sat up looking highly confused.  The medic slapped her,
more or less gently, to get her attention, and locked eyes with her.  "Go over
there and do whatever he wants, Honey.  I'm sure you don't want to have to end
up in this thing again..."  The woman nodded and climbed shakily out of the
chamber, feeling at herself in various places.

	Allison Hayes' body might be whole again, but her mind remembered
pain, terrible pain leading to unconsciousness that suddenly ended when she
opened her eyes in that box a moment ago.  She remembered being mauled like a
slut by some hulking bruiser, and she remembered slapping him for it.  Then
she remembered an awful snapping noise and her arm had stopped working, and
right after that a terrible impact, and her jaw wasn't right -- it wouldn't
close properly, and the pain...  She remembered being hurled to the ground,
and the brute dropping atop her, using her left hand to try to slap at him and
stave him off...  And she remembered burning pain, being unable to move her
arm, and looking to her left to see a knife pinning her bicep to the dirt.
After that, there were just waves and waves; she didn't remember the brute
going away, or being moved...  Now, suddenly, here she was, back where she
started after climbing out of that coffin...  The slap helped her to focus,
but she was still confused; one thing was clear, however:  she was to do as
she was told, or else!

	Allison had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth.  Mama was
beautiful, and Daddy was rich.  All of her life, men had bowed and scraped,
vying to make her theirs; she'd never really had to DO anything until she'd
married and Justin had gotten her pregnant with Ashleigh!  THAT had been a
miserable nine months, despite the birth coach and the nurse...

	Nobody had EVER treated her like this!  But then, what WAS this?  Her
jaw worked again, her right arm was whole, and her left...  She couldn't see
anything...

	The squid, one Engineering Mate 1st Class Hallek, eyed her.
"Wondering if it was all real?  What do you remember?"

	"H-he broke my arm -- and my jaw.  Stuck a knife..."  She pointed to
her bicep.

	Hallek looked up at the medic, who checked the readouts.  "One broken
right radius, one broken mandible.  Blood loss from stab wound in left bicep.
Various other bumps and bruises, and complications from being slapped around
AFTER the jaw was broken."

	"Brok got her," Rendec offered helpfully.  "She was apparently
operating under the impression that she was more than fuck meat."  Rendec
watched the wince his deliberate brutality generated in the woman.  "She
pissed him off, bad, while he was in his battle trance.  If I hadn't called
him off, a box wouldn't have helped..."

	Hallek's eyes widened.  "If you fucked with Brok, Honey, you're lucky
we had a box!"

	"I'm fine, now..."  Allison was trying to deny the whole thing.

	"You've been out of it for a bit.  The box is a repair device," Hallek
explained patiently.  "Look around; does it look like anybody's had it easy
around here?"

	Allison looked around.  Here and there, women were being fucked on the
ground, on benches...  That hulking bruiser that they'd tossed Joy to was
sitting with his back to a fence post, and Joy was draped across his lap,
sucking his cock!  How disgustingly sluttish!  Still, there were a lot of
women lying around or shambling about with the look of rough use.  Nearby, a
redhead was knelt up with two men working on her and another pulling off his
clothes...

	Hallek started losing patience.  "Come over here, and kneel up.  You
need to earn that repair job!"

	"I'm not..."

	"The fuck you aren't, Slut!" Rendec roared.  "What ARE you?  Too
stupid to live?  Now, you can kneel up and cooperate with these two, or I can
find a dozen others to help!  Your call..."

	"You wouldn't!"  Allison spun and turned her full attention on the
leader of these animals, ignoring the other two.

	"Are you BLIND, as well as stupid, Slut?  Look around!  I HAVE!"
Rendec rolled his eyes, then flicked them at Hallek.  As bad as he felt in
general about the conditions he'd imposed on these women as a group, THIS one
demanded a serious attitude adjustment!

	Hallek collected Allison's right arm and took it immediately into a
hammerlock.  Allison's eyes popped for two reasons: surprise, and the flash of
pain along the area where she remembered the break.

	The medic popped up with, "Take it a little easy, the arm isn't one
hundred percent yet.  It takes a few decs for the new cells to blend in
properly -- if you break it again now, the second repair won't be as good!"

	Allison stopped dead and her eyes widened.  "Okay, okay!"

	Rendec glared.  "Stupid cunt."  Glancing at Hallek and the medic, he
grunted, "Wear her out.  Yell for help, if you need it.  Be inventive.  I'm
guessing that this cunt has had a loooong, free ride."  He took in her mussed,
but obviously carefully cared for blonde locks, the feelie-star shape, the
tan...  "Time to pay up, Slut."  Eyeing the medic, he added.  "Try not to
break anything she can't be conscious during the repairs to -- I want her to
remember, next time.  But feel free to break things, if she isn't TOTALLY
cooperative."  He returned his attention to Allison.  "Understand, Slut?"

	"Y-yes..."  Hallek pushed down on the trapped arm, and she bent her
knees and knelt.

	"Break the other one, if you want to," the medic reiterated, "I don't
want to have to fix that one again."

	Hallek grunted, "Okay.  Gimme your other arm, Slut."

	"O-okay."

	Allison gingerly reached back and Hallek switched grips. "What about
the knife wound?"

	The medic shrugged.  "Soft tissue damage is easier to fix.  If you cut
her up but don't take out any major organs, turnaround on a repair is pretty
quick."

	"Hear that, Honey?  I can chop your tits off and let you hold 'em for
a while, then we can put you back together and do it again!" Hallek leered.

	Rendec was still casting about for a way to heap more indignity on the
woman; something about her just pissed him off...  "Can you fix it without
putting her in the chamber?  I want her to remember, this time."

	"I'd have to send for a special pack," the medic hazarded.

	Rendec grunted, and shifted to comm, so Allison couldn't hear.
"Don't, then.  Nothing she can't stay conscious for.  You can tease the shit
out of her, though, by all means."  Shifting back to voice, he voiced a
brainstorm, "Do you ride, Slut?"

	Allison's eyes were pools of fear, and she was shaking visibly.  The
threat to her breasts, one of her display features, was ghastly, and had
deflated her natural arrogance.  "N-no.  S-sir.  My daughter Ashleigh..."

	"How old is she?" Rendec demanded.

	"Uhhhh, twelve, S-sir..."  'Oh, shit!' was painted all over her
expression.

	Rendec grunted and switched to comm, "I need somebody to go get a
little cunt out of the outbuilding.  An Ashleigh Hayes.  Deliver her intact."

	A Third Platoon trooper hanging out with Dolf rolled to his feet and
put his gear together.  "I got it Captain.  Do I deliver any messages?"

	"Don't fuck with her," Rendec directed, "Her mother is the target."

	"Roger."

	Hallek nodded to the medic.  "Want the first blowjob?"

	"Huh!  Dunno.  You ever suck cock, Slut?"

	"I..."

	"Yes or no!" Rendec grated.

	The answer was 'no'.  No one, even her country-club scion of a
husband, had ever worked up the nerve to press Allison for one.  Realizing
that the lack wasn't going to be any help to her, she hung her head.  "No,
Sir."

	The medic, Zakan, who was only a rating, glanced up at Rendec, but the
Captain waved him off, grunting, "We don't have time to teach the bitch
military courtesy; besides, it works to our advantage in teaching her respect.
Slut, from now on, ALL men are Sir to you, understand?"

	Allison understood that she'd screwed up somewhere, but the nature of
it wasn't clear.  The good news was that the leader was going to let it
pass...  "Yes, Sir."

	Zakan sighed.  "Awright, cocksucking 101, then.  NO TEETH!  You use
your tongue, your lips, and your throat to simulate a pussy!"  He undid the
catch on his trap, freeing a fairly decent-sized hunk of meat nestled in curly
pubes.  "Pussies don't have teeth, and if you fuck up and bite me, you won't
either -- understand?"

	"Yessir."  Gawd, she was going to have to lick and suck on that?
Inchoate thoughts regarding sanitation, taste and the fact that it SHOULD be
going elsewhere flitted through her brain.

	Zakan raised an eyebrow.  "Now would be good, Slut.  This is the LEAST
of your worries."  Rendec shifted from foot to foot, obviously gauging the
opportunity for delivering a blow.  Allison took the stiffening tube of flesh
in her hand, leaning forward and licking her lips nervously, which saved her
from a slap.  It felt sort of like Justin's only it was softer...

	His anger satisfied for the moment, Rendec's attention was caught by
the increase in the noise that had caught his attention before.  There was
that other slut nearby -- obviously a REAL slut -- riding a trooper hard and
grunting "Fuh!  Fuh!  Fuh!..." at the top of her lungs.  Nearby, the redheaded
kid knelt, watching in absorption.  Weird.  Rendec wandered over, arriving
just in time to see the slut give a final wail and stiffen, clutching at the
trooper, whose hips punched upward; looked like he was shooting in the little
bitch...  Wandering closer, he recognized the troop, "Sabac?  Damn, Son --
what's going on?"

	Sabac opened his eyes, and made to bat the slut off of him and rise,
but she was draped flat, kissing his neck.  "Sir!"

	"Relax," Rendec chuckled.  "What did you do to this one?  Most women
aren't much into being taken against their will..."

	"It wasn't, apparently, Sir.  I don't begin to understand it, but SHE
does..."  He waved an arm at the little redhead.

	Rendec turned to the child, who was just sprouting titties.  She was
pretty pink in the face and shoulders, though, and she was slowly moving a
hand away from her crotch.  Give her a year or so...  "Okay, so what's up
here?  And why aren't you with the little kids?"

	Becky nodded at Anna.  "I run with her -- we're a team," she asserted.
"Anna is older, but she doesn't talk good.  I hang out with her and translate,
for normal people.  You guys, though, seem to understand her..."

	"Okay."  Rendec accepted that, but...  "That doesn't explain why she's
so happy about this..."  Anna was eyeing Rendec, but she had both arms and
both legs wrapped around Sabac and was kissing him all over his neck and
chest.  Rendec took in the face, which was nothing to write home about.  Was
that it?

	Becky stood and walked over to Rendec, and stood beside him, staring
down at her best friend.  "I don't think you get it.  Anna isn't pretty, but
that's nothing beside the other problem.  She's plenty smart, but she can't
talk!  This gets her thrown in with people who are REALLY fucked up -- oops!
Sorry! -- and gives her no chance at all to catch a decent guy!  How would YOU
like it if the only chicks you stood a chance to date were 'way ugly AND 'way
stupid?"

	"Okay..."  Rendec was getting there.

	Becky barreled on, "This dude is probably the only one who ever
offered to get into Anna's panties -- and she's had an itchy clit as long as
I've known her!  Uh, excuse the language..."  Rendec brushed it off; it wasn't
important to HIM!  "And he's pretty nice looking, but most important, HE
UNDERSTANDS IT WHEN SHE TALKS!"

	Rendec blinked.  "That right?" he asked Anna.

	"Uh huh.  Iss uh may ngh!" Anna pushed out, eyes starry.

	"Amazing?  I doubt it," Rendec chuckled.

	Becky rounded on him, "You, too?"

	Rendec nodded, smiling.  "The light begins to dawn.  We use a
translator chip to understand people.  It captures concepts in higher-level
thought -- when you're composing speech -- and translates it for us.  Entropy,
most of us don't speak each other's languages at all!  So we get Anna's
meaning when she says things..."

      "You don't know...  I don't know how to explain it -- for her, it's like
maybe somebody pulled your tongue out, or something.  But I guess THAT
wouldn't matter to you, either..."

	"I begin to get it," Rendec replied.  Your people don't have any
workarounds?"

	"Well, there's sign language," Becky replied, making a few gestures
with her hands that meant nothing to Rendec, "but most people don't know it
any more than you do..."

	Rendec grinned down at Sabac, "You know she's gonna be stuck on
you..."

	Sabac grinned back.  "Well, it isn't THAT bad, Cap'n.  This is the
first woman I EVER had who fucked ME, instead of vice-versa!  It was all I
could do to hang on!"

	Two male minds started working in the same direction.  Anna's facial
problems were probably relievable by cosmetic work, if not the alleviation of
the underlying medical issues...  How often did you find a woman who loved to
fuck that much?  Rendec turned on Becky.  "What's YOUR story?"

	Becky shrugged, and her face blanked.  "I'm an orphan -- you
understand?"

	"Yeah.  No parents to raise you.  We've got places where nobody has
parents, per se...  Just professional caregivers..."

	"Well, I hope it's better for them than it has been for me," Becky
replied, "Still, I'm pretty independent...  Anyway, some social welfare jerk
thought it might save money if they mixed in orphans and the retarded and let
'em help each other.  Doesn't usually work, but Anna isn't REALLY retarded --
she just can't talk!  So, we're sisters, kinda."

	Rendec nodded.  "Right."  He nodded at Sabac, and wandered back over
to see what was happening with 'the stuck-up bitch', which was his mental
shorthand for Allison Hayes.

	Trooper Tillam stuck his head into the barn's unlit interior, dropping
his snoopers to pick up infrared augmentation for the moment that it took for
his eyes to adjust.  There were kids all over the place, some just sitting
around, some playing.  Tenyek's ID marker was superimposed over a stall;
Tillam picked up her comm channel.  "Tenyek?  It's Tillam."

	There was a scramble, and Tenyek came on.  "Roger, Tillam.  What's
up?"

	"Captain sent me after a young cunt.  An Ashleigh Hayes."

	"Okay," Tenyek replied.  "I don't have her here, but if you need
help..."  She appeared over the stall door, naked to the waist, at least.
Tenyek had nice tits -- too bad...

	"No problem.  I'll handle it."  Turning toward the open area in the
center of the building, Tillam announced himself, "I'm looking for Ashleigh
Hayes!"

	Everybody stopped.  There was a rustle, and a high pitched voice
asked, "Am I in trouble?"

	"No," Tillam replied, trying to sort the girl from the crowd, "but the
Captain wants to see you."

	A young girl in riding gear slid between two others and came forward
cautiously.  "I'm Ashleigh."  Tillam merely turned and waved toward the door.
Ashleigh nodded and passed him; she'd seen plenty from the loft -- if he
wanted to rough her up, nobody and nothing could help her.  Outside, Tillam
pointed toward a cluster of people in the distance.  Ashleigh, turned toward
them, asking over her shoulder, "Is this about my mother?"

	Tillam grunted.  "I don't know anything much about it, but I think
so."

	Ashleigh nodded.  Mother was a fool; she'd known that FOREVER!
Allison hadn't raised Ashleigh; her nurse, her governess, and her tutors had.
They'd imparted middle-class wisdom that Allison had never soaked up while
imparting the manners and culture that they were hired for; as a result,
Ashleigh was NOTHING like her mother.  "She doesn't live in the real world,"
Ashleigh related.  "She's CERTAINLY not doing well with THIS!"

	The pair closed on the group, and Ashleigh recognized her mother,
naked, doing something she NEVER thought she'd see her doing!  She'd caught
Anneka, the upstairs maid, servicing Dad that way one summer day last year,
but she'd have been willing to bet that Mother didn't know how to suck cock...

	She didn't, apparently.  The man she was sucking winced and backed
off, delivering a round-house slap that rocked her mother.  "I SAID no teeth!"

	"Yessir!  I'm sorry, sir!" Allison wailed.

	"Sorry isn't good enough, Slut!  Get it right!"  The man moved back
up, and Ashleigh watched her mother suck in his meat.  Dad would LOVE to see
THIS!

	An onlooker walked over to her.  "Ashleigh?"

	"Yes, Sir.  Am I in trouble?"

	"No," the man grunted, "Your mother is.  She's a slow learner.  I
thought maybe if you were watching, she'd catch on just how poor her position
actually is, here."

	"Good luck," Ashleigh grunted under her breath.

	"Like that, huh?" the man asked.

	"Mother is all about being top dog," Ashleigh sighed.  "She worries
about the stupidest things, while ignoring the important stuff."

	Allison, rubbing a sore left cheek, was working on the engorged penis
of the man who had slapped her.  A moment after she became aware of Ashleigh,
she heard the exchange between her and the leader of these brutes -- and it
stung, badly!  Tears welled in her eyes, but she knew better than to stop
sucking; the man towering over her reached around and grabbed a handful of
hair at the back of her head, and started manipulating her head with it, using
her mouth for his pleasure, controlling her movements.  It was humiliating,
embarrassing -- but what could she do?

	The other man let go of her arm, and stepped forward to grab her
breasts from behind.  Allison put her hands on the thighs of the man feeding
her his penis, but the other slapped them away.  "Put your hands down, Slut --
we're in control here, not you!  Put your hands on your thighs, and leave 'em
there!"  Allison did as she was told, but they kept coming up again; the man
was choking her with his penis, driving it into her throat!

	The arms came up again, and Hallek, a soft breast in each hand, bore
down.  Allison's eyes bugged, and she tried to scream around Zakan's cock.
"Put your hand on your thighs, Cunt!  And leave them there!"

	The pain!  Oh, God, the pain!  Allison tore at the hands, but they
only squeezed harder!  Someone clipped her with a chop from the edge of his
hand on her arm, just below the elbow; the nerves overloaded, and it went
useless.  A voice grated, "Let up, she'll never get control of herself if you
don't!"  The pain let up, and the leader's face bore in on her from her right,
"Put your hands on your thighs!"

	Slowly, she lowered them -- the right arm barely worked, anyway.  Her
eyes shifted from her main tormentor to the leader and back while she fought
to get control.  The man had stepped back, extracting his penis, and was
watching her, waiting...

	Rendec stepped back.  Entropy, but this was the DUMBEST bitch...
Ashleigh touched his arm, looking a question, and got a nod.  She stepped
around until she could engage her mother's eyes.  "Mother, these people don't
care who you are, or what kind of car you drive.  They don't care how much
money Dad makes, or who you know.  You need to forget about ANYTHING but doing
what they tell you to do!"

	"But..."

	"Mother!  For once, think about pleasing someone else, instead of
yourself!  YOU'RE NOT IN CHARGE HERE!" Ashleigh shrieked.

	Allison flinched.  "Okay!"

	Zakan stepped in.  "Okay, we're going again.  Get it right, this
time!"  Once again, he fed her his cock.

	The thing had solidified, long since, to a size that exceeded
Justin's, she thought.  Now he started hauling her back and forth by the grip
he had on her hair.  Allison retched with every stroke, and her fingernails
gouged marks in her thighs as she fought to hold her hands in place.  Hallek
was mauling her breasts -- but at least he wasn't crushing them...  This kind
of thing just didn't happen!  But she'd been whacked and thumped, and slapped
-- and apparently, much worse...  Ashleigh was standing there, encouraging her
to do this awful thing -- why?

	Ashleigh answered as if she'd heard the question.  "Mother, if you do
EXACTLY what they want, EXACTLY the way they want it, they won't hurt you any
more than you've ALREADY brought on yourself!  Understand?"

	Well, conformance with their wishes DID apparently bring a reduction
in violence...  Allison started working to meet the demands of the man shoving
his penis in her mouth.  As she did, he let up a bit, not being so rough and
forceful.  The whole thing still wasn't any major thrill, and the other man
was pretty rude about how he was handling her breasts, but they seemed to be
in one piece...

	But then Hallek upped the ante by announcing, "Okay, let's get her on
her hands and knees; I want some pussy!"


	Joy lay on Lothar's lap, suckling on his flaccid, but still sizeable,
cock.  She'd caught Allison Hayes' look, but she was also watching her pay for
it, something mildly pleasant.  Allison was SUCH a bitch!  Joy never thought
that she'd enjoy watching someone get raped, but Allison was so deserving that
the idea of her catching more Hell than she herself had had a certain morbid
appeal.

	Lothar was fucked out, for the moment.  Chunky, the slut on his lap,
had swallowed a load, and taken one up the ass.  The fact that she'd shown an
ability to enjoy THAT, and had started working hard at cooperation, had led
Lothar to take it a bit easier than was his wont.  She hadn't enjoyed cleaning
his cock, after, but it WAS her ass, and when Lothar told her the next place
it was going was her pussy, she nerved herself to the job almost without
prompting.  When she was done, he pushed her over on her back, and started
trying to work his twice-drained cock into her pussy.

	Only the ongoing stimulation caused by her cleaning his cock made the
whole thing possible; otherwise, he'd have gone limp.  The second half of the
equation was the fact that Chunky was good and wet.  He didn't exactly drop
into her hole -- his cock was sizeable, and her pussy wasn't any gaping ninety
GSC old socialator's box -- but he managed to wedge the head in; a little
wiggling, and she opened up and got wetter, he got harder, and everything
began to work...

	Joy had taken Lothar's advice, masturbating while he surged in and out
of her ass, and it moved the thing from extremely painful to an odd mixed
place where the two strong sensations melded and amplified one another.  When
Lothar surged over her, grabbed the top rail of the fence, and delivered the
final half-dozen pounding strokes that presaged his cock blasting white goo
into her ass, Joy was just beginning to realize that an orgasm was possible
from anal sex.  The cleanup had been disgusting, but not as bad as she was
certain it COULD have been; the taste wasn't nice, but it all washed away
quickly and there really hadn't been that much mess, thank God!  Joy didn't
REALLY think she had a choice, anyway, and Lothar's grunted, "Best clean it;
your pussy's next..." was pretty clear.  The big black bastard pushed her over
on her back and positioned himself over her, pushing her knees up and out,
then wedged the head of his cock in her opening.  Joy had merely waited;
resistance was absolutely stupid -- that much was clear.  Besides...  She
looked down at the bar of flesh forcing its way slowly between her legs and
the sight just did something to her!  It started out less than firm, but in a
few seconds, she could feel it solidifying.  The thing felt like a bathroom
plunger, reaming her opening and pressing the folds of her inner walls;
suddenly, Joy knew that she WAS going to cum before he finished, and dispensed
with all thought of resistance.

	Lothar got going, setting up a serious, pounding stroke, making
Chunky's big jugs roll in opposing circles on her chest -- something he found
comical.  He grinned widely, and to his immense surprise, Chunky grinned back!
What the fuck?  "I KNOW why I'M grinnin'," Lothar grunted, "How come YOU are?"

	"It's... good!" she gasped.  "We're gonna do it anyway, it might as
well be fun!"

	"Huh!" he grunted, pounding away without let up, "THAT'S true.  So you
like Lothar's dick in you, do you, Slut?"

	Joy blushed beet red, but nodded.

	Not good enough.  "I can't HEAR YOU...."  Lothar roared.

	"Yes!  I like it!  I like it a lot!  Ooooohhhhhhh!"  Humiliation added
something to the cocktail; suddenly, she was trying to find ways to push
herself against him even harder!  Lothar stared into a pair of wide green eyes
that looked at him without seeing as Chunky grabbed at his hips and started
thrashing.

	If she'd been trying to escape, that moment might have been a good
one.  Having her cum on his cock was the LAST thing Lothar expected!  He was
floored!  In a moment, Joy settled back, panting, and Lothar resumed control
-- but it wasn't the same.  Now, he was working for his satisfaction, but he
was ALSO working for HERS!  "Was that good, Slut?" Lothar asked, but he was
pretty sure of the answer -- he'd never seen a woman get that look on her face
before, or get pink like that...

	"Uh huh," Joy panted, rocking.  It was VERY good -- better than she'd
had in quite some time!  And the REALLY GOOD part?  It was still going on!
Art just hadn't been Superman; it had been a special occasion when he'd lasted
long enough to get her off, even if she used a vibe or her fingers to help.
Lothar had brought her the full distance, and he just kept pounding!  Joy had
bottomed out, riding through the aftermath, but now it was all coming back as
Lothar kept moving that fire hose of his inside her, ironing her insides!
"Oooohhh!  I'm...  I'm...  I'm gonna cum again!  S-soon!"

	Lothar just couldn't figure it out -- but if Chunky liked to fuck,
they were gonna fuck, no problem!  This was good stuff, and Lothar was going
for his third cum -- but three is a big number, so it took time...  Joy came
four times before Lothar made like a fire hose for the third time in forty
minutes, collapsing across her.  After a couple of minutes, he rolled off and
sat with his back to a fence post, pulling Joy's head into his lap.  Joy was
more than willing to clean his cock; she did it without prompting; Lothar
hadn't even thought to tell her.  For now, the pair just sat there, watching
the Allison Hayes show...

	And it WAS a show, even at a distance.  But Rendec had a front row
seat, and the look in her eyes as Hallek and Zakan shifted her to her hands
and knees and Hallek began working his joint into her was priceless!
Allison's eyes pled, but the current audience was either powerless or
operating in the belief that she seriously deserved the working over (or
both), so the violation went into Act II without much comment other than a
couple of outraged "Oooommmph!"s from Allison as Hallek worked his way into
her dry channel.  Val added to the humiliation from her position thirty feet
away by backing off LT Kald's cock and gasping, "I wanna watch!  Can we get
closer?"  The Lieutenant and the crewman exchanged a glance, shrugged, and
disassembled the three-body fucking machine for a moment in order to move it
closer to Allison.


	Marian White lay snoozing, rubbing Corporal Brok's broad back while he
lay upon her, boneless, absorbing the touch.  If you didn't work him up, the
big bastard was halfway decent, Marian thought, and he was a absolute stallion
in the sack!  She frowned, her musings interrupted as something blotted out
the sun that had been warming her face.  Marian opened an eye, and stifled a
shock.

	Donna Jackson was the source of the shade; she was standing there,
waving a tire iron and offering to whack Brok with it.  Instinct told Marian
that this was NOT something she wanted to be a party to; scenarios ran
chaotically through her head, and NONE of them ended well for her!  She lifted
her hand from Brok's back and waved the black woman off.

	Donna frowned, confused.  She was EXTREMELY worked up; fear had lent
her strength and aggression, and this looked to be a perfect target, but the
woman he had just finished raping wanted no part of it!  What the fuck did
THAT mean?  Donna had been in her van, getting a riding crop for her teenage
daughter Amelia when the soldiers had dropped from the sky; she'd dropped into
the floorboards and hadn't so much as raised her eyes for twenty minutes.
When she finally did, it appeared that the show had been overrun by over a
hundred sex-crazed animals!  The little kids were nowhere in sight, and she
hadn't been able to find Amelia, so she hoped against hope that her daughter
was safe, somewhere...  Finally, she'd worked up the guts to creep out, get in
the back of her vehicle, and extract a tire iron to use for a weapon; now,
that pent-up fear and rage was looking for an outlet...

	Donna waved and shrugged a surprised and irritated "Why not?" and
Marian frowned and shook her head.  With some luck, the tall black woman might
carry the thing off -- Donna had managed to be fairly reasonably built, with
the long, smooth, undeveloped thighs that some black women carried and breasts
in the 'C' cup range, missing the two standard extremes for black women --
sticklike, or bloated and heavy -- by some miracle.  As a result, she had a
good-sized frame, and maybe some muscles -- but Marian didn't see ANY way to
win the fight in the long run if she started laying about with that tire iron
in the manner that her wild eyes said would happen.  Besides, she was twenty
minutes late, for Christ's sake!  The time for fear had been BEFORE Brok had
ridden her, not NOW, when the whole thing was over and had proven reasonably
pleasant!  Marian raised her other hand to wave the fool off -- but it was too
late; Brok picked up the tension in her, combat reflexes kicked in, and the
fight was over before it started!

	Gathering himself, Brok threw himself up and onto his back, while
lashing out with a foot, catching Donna in the solar plexus.  Donna stopped
breathing and collapsed to her knees, the tire iron forgotten until Brok
kicked it out of her hand.  A stunning slap knocked Donna on her side, where
she lay retching and trying to take air in.

	Brok kept moving, and on a split-second's analysis, Marian barked,
"Brok!"  Brok's pause probably saved Donna's life, but Marian purchased it at
the cost of serious suspicion.

	"Roll over," he grunted, and went digging in his battle dress for a
couple of plastic binders, one of which he used to tie Marion's hands behind
her.  The other, he used on Donna, tossing her beside Marian.  Then he got up
and retrieved his battle helmet.  Triggering comm, he reported to his Platoon
Sergeant, "We weren't thorough enough -- I just ran into a woman with
homicidal tendencies in the vehicle parking area."

	Gunny Idrek grunted.  "You kill her?"

	"No," Brok replied.  "She's fucking lucky I wasn't armed, and the slut
I was with yelled for me to stop, though."

	"Roger.  Description?"  Brok relayed it.  "A Nubian, huh?  They're in
short supply, here...  Only one other.  Oh.  This 'un's probably her mama."

	Brok eyed Donna.  "Makes sense."

	"Awright, gimme a sec."  Idrek got on to Kald, who got on to Rendec,
who pulled them all into conference.  "Well, we're handing out object lessons
up near the boat; I have this uppity blonde slut being put through her paces.
You'll remember her, Brok -- she's the one we had to put in a chamber.  Bring
this one up here, too, and we'll let her spell her poor daughter."

	"Aye, Sir."  Brok switched off, but kept his helmet on; out of habit
he'd positioned it with a view of their operations, because the on-board
camera recorded everything.  He backed it off and watched Donna's arrival.
Hmmmm...  Apparently his slut had been playing by the rules.  He stepped
around the vehicle and turned up the gain on the helmet microphone...

	The minute he was gone, Donna hissed, "Why didn't you let me hit him?"

	"Because it was fucking stupid!" Marian returned vehemently.  Tears
were pouring.  "If you wanted to preserve my virtue, you were twenty minutes
late -- the two of us had an understanding and a little trust built up, and
you come along and screw it all up!"

	"You wouldn't have needed his trust if he was unconscious!" Donna
replied heatedly.

	"YOU wouldn't have survived anything less than killing him!  And then
I'D have had to survive the vengeance of over a hundred of his buddies!
Unless you're gonna do them ALL with that tire iron?" Marian replied
scornfully.

	"Well, you could run..."

	"Where?  The whole area is enclosed!  Brok's not so bad once you get
past his reflexes.  If they're taking slaves or something, I'd rather be with
him than upside down somewhere with my vagina being used to put out cigarette
butts!  And I CERTAINLY don't want to be used for target practice by those
phasers, or whatever Star Trek thing they are!"

	Donna sneered, "So you just rolled over and gave him pussy!"

	"You bet I did -- and you know what?  It wasn't bad!  And if he wants
it again, he'll get it again -- so there!"

	"Sooner or later he'll get tired of you faking it -- or you will!"

	"IF I was faking it!  He's actually quite good!"

	"Right!" Donna rolled her eyes.

	"I came four times!"

	"You...!" Donna was scandalized.  "Slut!"

	"I'd rather be a live slut than a dead idiot with a tire iron!" Marian
hissed.

	Brok came back around the vehicle and hauled first Marian, then Donna
to their feet.  "Come on, we're headed over there," he grunted, pointing at
the boat.

	Meanwhile, Rendec got on the command channel.  "Bring the Nubian slut
to the boat," he ordered.  "Any of you looking for a bit of dark meat should
come, too -- we just found her mama, so she's fresh.  She took a shot at a
trooper, too, so it's object lesson time.  While we're at it, we're breaking
in a certain uppity blonde, too!"


	Amelia Jackson collapsed on her patch of grass outside Ring Two when
the big trooper currently doing her doggie-style suddenly stopped and
withdrew.  Amelia was exhausted; being the only black girl in the place had
gotten her an unusually large quantity of attention, both from black troopers
and those of other races looking for something a bit different.  The
incumbent, a big oriental, was number seven in her pussy; four had sampled her
untutored blowjobs and two had reamed her poor sore ass.  The last time she'd
had energy to look, there were still several more waiting.  She was wasted,
but somewhat confused -- she'd always heard that rapists were into the power
trip and the brutality, and that sex was secondary, but the young guy who had
taken her cherry, while not taking 'no' for an answer, had been pretty gentle
-- and he'd hung around, supervising!  Follow-on use had been no-nonsense, but
no one had been actively brutal, so she'd found the whole thing bearable and
had managed to attain some semblance of calm.  Blowjobs had been a
distraction, but by the time Number Three had nosed his cock into her, she had
an itchy clitty.  In her line of sight had been a couple of other women who
had been treated pretty roughly, but the big black soldier standing next to
her kept reminding others that she was a limited resource that they needed to
take it easy on -- and surprisingly, they'd listened!  The first ass fuck had
been pretty painful; the big guy had come around and stuck his cock in her
mouth, saying, "Suck on this, Honey -- no need to get me off, it's just
something to nurse on and keep the noise down."  Then he'd looked up at
whoever was shoving his dick into her ass and said, "Easy, Lep, you KNOW that
shit's cherry!  No need to ruin it!" -- and the guy had backed off a bit.
He'd hung around while Number Four took over her pussy, and stood there, his
cock in her mouth, watching her eyes.  "If you do her right, she'll cum," he'd
announced, and the guy behind her had switched tactics, shifting to a
complicated pattern of long and short strokes that seemed to hit her every
inside surface.  And she'd cum, too, as predicted, milking the seed from
Number Four with her pussy.  She had a split lip from the last blowjob --
thank God the guy's dick hadn't been that big, since he insisted in burying
it!  Her big black protector had given the guy shit about it, and there had
been no more mouth action.

	Somewhere in there, she'd managed another cum, but now her endurance
was gone; basically she was just there, meat.  The occasional swat on her ass
tightened her up for a moment, but that was it.  The big guy had looked down
on her a bit ago and asked, "You okay, Girl?" and all she'd managed was a
groan.  He'd glanced around and said, "Mik is the last for a while; she's so
fried as to not be worth it.  Plan to either wait awhile or settle for
something else."    Frankly, Amelia had no idea whether the announcement had
had any effect or not; she couldn't raise her head any more.

	The call had come in over the comm from the Captain, and Corporal Jos
had eyed Private Mikanel for a second before responding, "Aye, Captain.  Poor
thing's fucked out anyway; it'll do her good to see someone take up the slack.
Can Mik get the front of the line?  He's not been gettin' much of a ride,
here."

	Rendec grunted.  "Seems fair."  Mik had a known thing for Nubian
pussy; he'd probably waited a while to get the girl.

	"Thanks, Jos," Mik said, and pulled out of the poor little slut, who
collapsed on the ground.

	Jos nodded and keyed comm, "On our way, Sir!"  Bending over, he
collected the young woman, pulling her up and over his shoulder where she
hung, limp.  "Come along, Girl, we have places to be!"


	"What's that smell?" Rango asked, sniffing.  She was riding a cock and
jacking another, just to get a check on size.  Some of the locals didn't have
foreskins -- was that genetic?  No matter...

	"What smell?" one of the squids queried, sniffing.  "Oh, THAT smell!
Food?"

	An old local grunted.  "Probably the Polish sausage burning; I don't
think I turned the burner all the way off."

	"Meat?" asked Flud, idly jacking poor Troy's cock.  He'd already
flooded his ass with semen, but Ruy wasn't done with his mouth.  Besides, the
fucked-up little local was displaying some odd behavior for a muscle-bound
straight; tickle his prostate a bit and he managed a hard-on...  He was gonna
make some lucky guy a fine bitch...  He caught the old guy's eye.  "That some
kind of meat?"

	"Well, yeah, mostly..." the oldster allowed.

	"You got other stuff?" Tesh asked.

	"Yeah.  I run the concession stand."

	Lee looked up from his position collapsed atop Teela.  "He's a food
vendor.  He sells warm and cold food and beverages here."

	Tesh took over the interrogation, waving Lee over.  Lee got a nod from
Teela and reluctantly got up; she rolled to her feet and followed him, just as
naked as he was.  "So, who works with you?" Tesh asked.

	"My wife..."

	"Is she... occupied?" Tesh danced around the subject.

	"Naw.  Hell, she's sixty.  She's standin' over there..."

	"Anyone else?"

	"Ed, there..."  Ed had been unfortunate; his long ratty-blond locks
had given one of the squids the opinion that he might be meat, so he was
currently on his knees with a mouthful of the squid's cock...

	"We're talking food, here?" Rango butted in.  Synthesized fare had
gotten monotonous -- real meat would be a treat!

	"Maybe."  Tesh turned to the oldster.  "How quickly can you resume
operations?"

	"You mean cookin'?  Well, I can turn out small quantities pretty
quick, but Ed tends the grill..."

	Rango pointed out a sharp-featured younger male in her group of
second-stringers who had originally been pretty nattily turned out, before
being directed to remove all of his clothing.  "Go take over for the hairy guy
-- Ed," she directed.

	"What?  I don't..." Rango's blaster came up, and the man's mouth shut
with a clop.

	"Torm?  Take this one and give your current toy back to the old guy so
he can make some food!" Rango directed.

	Technically, Torm didn't HAVE to do it -- this was a cross-service
thing, and he was a squid; Rango wasn't in his chain of command.  But Torm
nodded.  If it would be an improvement over rations, he was all for it.
Besides, the new guy might do a better job...  He pushed Ed back and said,
"Git!  Go make the food!  And if you decide it would be cute to fuck something
up, I'll fuck YOU up!  Understand?  I'll run half a platoon through your
asshole!"

	Ed backed away, hands up to fend Torm off, wailing, "Noooo!" through
split lips -- he and Torm had had an 'argument' over whether he was going to
suck cock or not...

	Tesh directed him over to the old guy with a nod.  "Put your clothes
on -- we're going to see the Captain!  Teela, why don't you come along, and
bring Leegates with you."  Teela nodded and the pair went to retrieve their
clothing.

	Torm and his newly-assigned local were having a battle of wills.  "Git
over here and kneel up, Pretty Boy!" Torm demanded, but the local shook his
head, wide-eyed.  Torm's blaster came up, but the local didn't move.  Rango
took this in and applied an incentive; she dialed down the power on her
blaster and flash-burned all of the hair off the local's ass.  Pretty Boy
squalled and leaped several feet, which put him, unbalanced, within Torm's
reach.  Torm pushed him to his knees, putting the muzzle of his blaster
between his eyes.  "You got a choice.  You can suck, or I can rearrange that
face of yours and THEN you can suck!"

	"Get on with it," Rango added, "or I'll make a point of chasing down
your woman and telling her you VOLUNTEERED!"

	Somehow, that threat was the most effective.  Justin Hayes bent to do
as he was told.  Little did he know that in THIS group, he was the ONLY one
who still held any fear of his rich wife...


	The five of them -- the oldster, Ed, Tesh, Teela, and Lee -- stalked
over to where the Captain was watching some blonde very clumsily take a cock
at both ends.  "Captain," Tesh announced, "I think I found us another
entertainment."

	"Oh?"  Rendec looked up.

	"This fellow," Tesh pointed to the oldster, "has some kind of kitchen
in a shack over there from which he sells food and drink to the locals -- some
of it cooked meats."

	"Really?"  Rendec's interest was piqued.

	"I can probably describe the various products," Lee offered.  Turning
to the oldster, he asked, "Hamburgers and hot dogs, right?"

	"Yeah," the old guy returned, "that, Polish sausage and linguica."

	Brok was ambling up with his two charges.  "You ought to try the drink
they call 'Coke' -- very refreshing!"

	Rendec took this in and turned his attention to Lee.  Yeah, this guy
knew the ropes -- you could see it.  "Well?"

	"We've got three primary meat animals, one about the size of a horse,"
Lee waved at the nearest pen, "an avian, and a heavy beast that runs fairly
low to the ground that doesn't look like much but makes fine smoked meat.
Hamburger is the ground meat of the larger animal; grinding it keeps you from
having to fight with it to chew it and kind of homogenizes the fat and protein
content.  It's a popular staple; whole chains of restaurants serve it almost
exclusively.  Sausages could be the big animal, the low-slung one, or both;
the meats are ground and mixed with spices, then forced into a tubular shape.
Hot dogs, Polish sausage, and linguica are all varieties of the same thing,
spiced differently and with the meats ground to different textures; hot dogs
are fine-ground and lightly spiced, linguica is coarsely ground and heavily
spiced."

	"How much of this stuff have you got?" Rendec asked.

	"Quite a bit," the oldster returned.  "Probably enough to feed
everybody with something."  He eyed Rendec.  "This is my business..."

	"...And you don't want to watch us leave with empty pockets?" Rendec
grinned.  He could deal with this...  "We'll come up with something -- you
won't lose by it.  What else do you need to get going?"

	"Well, my wife would probably give me Hell if I didn't ask for her,"
the oldster grunted, pointing out a heavyset, grey-haired woman in the display
line.  "Bein' she ain't entertainment..." He shrugged.

	Rendec nodded.  "Fine.  Tesh, you're in charge.  The vendor can have
his woman and his other help.  Come up with some kind of compensation.  Test a
few things, and call the troops when things are ready."  Turning to the
oldster, he added, "We're protected against poisoning and other stupidity.
Deal properly with us, and you'll be fine, but any attempt to fuck us over..."

	"I got it," the oldster placated.  "No problem.  Ed, go get Irma and
head for the stand.  Tesh?"  He turned and waved her before him, already
engaging in compensation discussions, "I don't suppose you have any local
money..."

	Rendec turned away, grinning.  The Raiders were still going to have to
find a way to square this little romp with the locals involved -- and it was
best done without leaving proof that they'd really been there...  Speaking of
payback...  Rendec turned his attention on Corporal Brok, "So, this is the one
that tried to take you out?"

	"Yes, sir."

	Rendec gave her the eye.  "Not bad looking.  Given the crap her
daughter probably caught, she's got some catching up to do.  Put her beside
the blonde.  I've got some volunteers coming."

	Brok parked Marian with his eyes and gave Donna a push.  "Over there."

	As they crossed Allison's line of sight, she started, backed off
Zakan's cock, and erupted in a piercing scream.  That got the attention of
EVERYBODY local.  Rendec figured it out and began to chuckle, followed by
Zakan, who delivered a roundhouse slap, and grated, "If you don't get a whole
lot better at this, quick, I'm gonna give you back to Brok!"

	The threat broke the final barrier; Allison dove on Zakan's cock, her
eyes pools of fear.  How could she do better?  Oh, God!  Anything, ANYTHING!

	Ashleigh offered some advice, "Mother, forget about how horrible this
all is, and concentrate on giving him pleasure!  And open YOURSELF up to the
idea, too!  If you're enjoying it, it will bleed through...  Pretend it's
Dad!"

	THAT wouldn't work; it had been quite some time since she'd worried
about Justin.  Still, the concept was viable...  Allison limited her fear and
began to concentrate on Zakan's pleasure, rather than merely dealing with his
cock as though it were something nasty that she had to put up with.  She
consciously applied the thought process to that animal -- uh, the gentleman --
who was plying her vagina from the rear...

	Results were fairly quick in coming.  Zakan grunted, "That's some
better, Slut!  You might earn your keep yet!"

	Allison backed off for a moment and engaged his eyes.  "Tell me what
you want..."

	Zakan nodded.  "Keep looking me in the eye -- that's hot!  You can
probably pick up the good things by watching my face..."

	Brok parked Donna and retrieved her binders.  "Wait here.  Plan on
that," he pointed to Allison, "for starters."  Donna looked on, eyes wide.
"It took some time to bring her this far -- the quicker you catch up, the
better off you'll be!"  He returned to Marian.

	Rendec eyed Marian.  "This one trouble, too?"

	Brok looked up from working on her binders.  "For a mil, I thought the
granach had raised her combat quills," he grunted, as the binders popped free.
"Turned out she was just courting..."  He took her wrist and turned to move
off.

	Rendec blinked.  "You gonna want any of that?"  He tossed his head
toward Donna.

	"No sir -- I got mine."  Brok kept moving.  Marian White went along
meekly, smiling gently.
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