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Subject: {ASSM} Girl #16180 Part: 03 The de Sade [Joe Tortuga] (MF MDom scifi bond reluc)
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World: the deSade
Story Arc: Girl #16180
Piece: 03
Abstract: One of the leaders of the /de Sade/ discover a spy.

Story can be seen at http://www.cultoftheturtle.com/
Permalink:
http://www.cultoftheturtle.com/2007/04/07/girl-16180-03-the-de-sade/
Part 01 (and links to the other parts) can be found at:
http://www.cultoftheturtle.com/2007/03/23/girl-16180-01-the-clone/
All stories in this series:
http://www.cultoftheturtle.com/category/girl16180/
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Girl #16180
By "Generic" Joe Tortuga<joe@cultoftheturtle.com>
(MF MDom scifi bond reluc)


Part 03: The /de Sade/


Space-going fortress.  Vacation pleasure palace.  Haven for
miscreants.  Corrupt home for sexual deviants.  The /de Sade/ is all
those things, and more.  Constructed as corporate headquarters,
converted to space battle ship, fun park and hotel over its life, the
/de Sade/ has an interesting history, only overshadowed by it's
current function.

United Conglomerate commissioned the capture of the asteroid in 2075
in order to turn it into a giant, space-faring headquarters (and free
them of certain legal concerns).  They towed it to near-Earth orbit,
installed high quality engines, hydroponics, and environmental
systems.  The self contained systems were set to go live, but the
Conglomerate's plans were thwarted when the MidEast conflict became
World War 3.

Sensing profit, United Conglomerate retrofitted the asteroid as a
battleship, against UN Space treaties, anticipating the possibility of
the war expanding to the extraterrestrial.  Facing bankruptcy after
the war, United Conglomerate was forced to sell what had become a
rather large and expensive albatross.  Today's de Sade is still
covered with the armor and turrets added then.  The ordinance was
removed before it was sold to Hilton-Disney, but with certainty at
least some of it has been replaced. 

Hilton-Disney decided to turn the floating fortress into its first
space attraction/four-star hotel.  From 2094, and for over fifty
years, Space Disney was a growing attraction, and outshone the
Earth-based attractions it mimicked.  Space colonization, other than
the planetary terraforming of Mars was minimal during this period,
until 2137 when artificially generated gravity was discovered.  The
attractions possible with this (and the cost of retrofitting Space
Disney) made Hilton-Disney decide to slowly phase out the park, in
favor of the easier to maintain MoonBase Disney. 

By 2152, the ship was completely decommissioned as a park, and sold to
a trio of private investors, who are also the current owners of the
/de Sade/.

They remodeled the ship, refurbished and restaffed it, and blasted out
of Earth orbit.  They claimed extraterritoriality, and defended it
well, and headed out beyond the orbit of Jupiter, cutting off contact
with Earth.  Two years later, re-christened as the /de Sade/, they
returned and opened up for business -- the business of pleasure.

Entire nations and whole religions condemned them, especially once
their rules were announced.  Anyone of any age who could abide by
their rules were allowed on.  The first rule was simple: Do no harm to
the ship, or to its operations, residents or guests.  The second rule
was the quaint and severely enforced "No means no."  The latter is
ensured by a series of questionnaires and psych evaluations which must
be cleared before entry to the ship can be obtained. This is the only
criteria used to filter guests, besides the desire to board and the
ability to pay the fee.

This rule nearly caused a war.

Some speculate it was because the governments of the world want to
protect their children.  Wiser speculators believe that its because
the leaders of those governments were denied access to the de Sade.

The permanent residents -- not all of whom are Citizens -- follow a
more complex set of rules than Guests.  Justicars, specifically
selected Citizens, hand most of the justice on an impromptu and
immediate basis.  The original trio of investors, called the
Triumvirate, serve as the ultimate ruling body, final court, and the
steering committee for the venture.

On August 13, 2170, two days after Girl #16180's decanting, one of the
Triumvirate, Martin Ernst, was having a particularly bad day.  The
slavegirl beneath his desk was doing an average job as she sucked and
licked his cock, but there was too much going on for him to relax. The
whole point of this exercise was so he could live the way he wanted.
Earlier it had been better, but the stress of running the sex tourism
over the past decade had left him with mountains of details and stress
that he worked out nightly with his harem.  That part was good, at
least, though tonight would be a rough night for them.

He watched as his internal visor flashed data into his visual field.
One of the more recent tourist groups had brought with them a nasty
virus, and were having to be contained in a safe part of the ship.
Until the incubation period was over, none of the tourists could be
allowed to wander, and they were upset about that. He was slowly
getting residents inoculated to circulate amongst them, which helped
to ease tensions, as it were.

More disturbing was the report that Bruce Graves, another member of
the Triumvirate, had felt he needed to bring in person.  Martin looked
up at Bruce, the visor display fading to transparency as he looked at
his old friend.  Bruce had brought two of his slaveboys and two of his
female guards along, a fitting entourage for "Lord Bruce".  Bruce
always knew how to keep up appearances.

"I don't see what the deal is," Martin said.  "Looks like the virus is
contained, we've extended their stay to make up for the inconvenience,
and it'll work itself out."

"I was referring to some of the side documents," Bruce said. At a
gesture one of his slaveboys knelt, and Bruce sat on his back.  The
other slid between his knees as the guards flanked Bruce, slightly
behind him.  Martin focused on his display, and it faded in from
transparency. There he found the subtle links Bruce had left for him.

He ran a hand through the slavegirl's hair, guiding her up and down
his cock at the pace he preferred for reading.  The message was clear:
they had been infiltrated.  Some had tried, but this is the first time
in years anyone had succeeded. "I see.." Martin said. "What do you
propose?"

"It could be completely contained -- with the proper pressure," Bruce
said. "My team would be able to handle it, but I think it falls more
in your jurisdiction."

Martin checked over the information, and his eye was tugged to an
iconic maze.  Focusing on that, it expanded to fill his vision with a
large sans-serif font. "We have a spy," it read, and flashed away.
"She is here."  Martin triggered a simple scan of his
apartment/office, and found one heat signature completely unaccounted
for. 

"You don't think think this is matter for security?" Martin asked.

"I don't think I'll be needed to handle this. You've dealt with it
admirably so far."  Lord Bruce smiled.

His visor flashed again, showing Martin more detailed information
about the intruder.  He smiled and Martin told his friend, "I'll see
it's taken care of."  Lord Bruce nodded, and stood, his robes closing
about him as he and his entourage strode out of the office.

Martin thought about sating himself in his slavegirl's mouth, but
decided against it.  He needed the edge.  He slid back from his desk,
standing.  He looked at the slavegirl. "Return in two hours time, I'll
have something more for you then."  She knelt pressing her head
against the floor.  He activated the simple transport chute there, and
she was returned to his harem.  "You can come out, now," he said.  "I
know you're here."

At a mental command, his visor switched from reporting to tagging
modes.  The girl stepped out from an alcove.  "Hannah Li," the tags
displayed.  She had black hair, with bleached streaks, worn long and
braided, and wrapped up on her head, and held in place with a couple
of hair sticks.  Her skin was pale, freckled, and she had blue-green
eyes.  She wore a blue and red kimono, tied in the ancient style.

The tags identified her body piercings and tattoos that hid under her
clothing. Little could be hidden from their screening process. She had
researched his tastes.  She had wanted to get close to him.

"Master," she said, bowing in front of him.

A blink brought up her sexual preferences, which he'd read earlier
while Bruce had been there.  Intriguing in and of themselves, he
wondered if they were true. If she really wanted the treatment she was
about to receive.  She'd consented for it, in effect, she'd requested
it.  If she was a spy she might have done it just to pique his
interest, and not out of any real desire for it.  That just made him
more excited.

He walked toward her, and she stayed her ground.  When he was almost
in arms reach of her, he told her, "I know you are a spy."  She was
obviously startled; she didn't expect it.  She took a step backward,
then another. "Who do you work for?"

He walked toward her. He easily had a 30 cm of height on her.  She
matched his pace, backing away as he loomed over her menacingly.
"Master...?" she whimpered.  "What?"  Her right foot found the dark
metal walls behind her, and her hands pressed against it.  He moved
forward, his presence pressing her against the wall.  Then he was
against her.

"Who are you spying for?"  he asked her, as he pushed against her. One
of his hands was above her head on the wall, the other was hovering
over the front of her kimono, just barely touching her, ready to move.
He was leaning over her; he could sense her fear. "Do you know what
you agreed to when you became a permanent resident? Did you think no
one would notice?"

"Wh-what?" She shivered below him. He moved in closer, his body
touching hers; he knew she could feel his hard cock against her thigh.

He pulled at her kimono. It tore, ripping down and exposing her
breasts.  "I know what you said you liked. Are you going to tell me
you lied?" He wrapped a hand around her breast and laughed.

"No-no," Hannah whimpered, turning her head. "Stop, I don't want
this."

He kissed her, then, his tongue invading her, his hand mauling her
right breast.  She just stood there in shock at what he was doing.
"You want this," he whispered, breaking the kiss. "Or you are a spy
and you've broken the law."  He kissed her again; this time, she
tilted her head to meet him.  "Or both."

She pushed at him with both her hands, bracing against the wall.  He
moved back, and grabbed her hands in one of his.  The other tore her
kimono down to the knot.  He pushed her hands above her, and held them
against the wall.  Martin kissed her tears and chuckled, low. "No...."
she whispered. 

He pulled a pair of magnetic cuffs from a pocket of his robe, and
locked them around her wrists.  He touched them to the wall, and with
a mental command through the visor, they stayed put.  She pulled
unsuccessfully against them as he smiled down at her.

One hand returned to her breast, while the other pulled her kimono up,
and found her sex.  He slid his fingers against her lips.  "You are
wet," he whispered to her.  She shut her eyes and turned away from
him.  "Look at this," he said. When she didn't open her eyes, he said
it again, louder. "Look at this!".  She looked and held his fingers in
front of her, sticky with her juices.

He ran them under her nose, letting her smell her arousal.  He touched
her lips, cocked an eyebrow, and her lips parted.  He slid his fingers
inside her mouth.  She wept while she tasted herself.  "Can't decide
if you like it or not, Hannah?" he mocked her.  She shook her head,
but continued licking his fingers.

He returned his fingers to her sex. She began to mutter, "No, no, no,"
under her breath as her arousal grew.  He laughed, and teased her
clit.  Her nipples hardened, and flushed. Her head tossed back and
forth in time to her denials.

"I think it's 'Yes, yes, yes'," he said to her, and slid a finger
inside her. 

"No!" she cried out, her body clenching around his finger, her orgasm
obvious to him.  He laughed, ans stepped away from her.  She slumped
there, hanging from the cuffs, her kimono in tatters around her waist.
He let his robe drop to the floor in a pool around his feet, revealing
his naked form.  "Are you ready for me?" he asked, stepping between
her legs. 

She whimpered, and he kissed her.  "I guess it doesn't matter."  He
lifted her thighs, pressing her against the wall and holding her in
place. He grabbed her ass with both hands, and  pulled her down onto
his cock.  She cried out in pleasure as he pierced her.  Martin
laughed as she moaned.

He fucked her against the wall; she thrashed around him in orgasm,
still repeating her mantra, "No,no,no," while he held her with one
hand and mauled her breast with the other, plunging in and out of her.
Finally, he came, squeezing her hard enough to bruise.

He stepped back and looked at her hanging there, sweaty and used.  Her
hair was still up in the long braid, trapped behind her against the
wall, but it was beginning to look a little frayed.  For that matter,
Hannah looked like that all over.  Her breasts were red and raw; her
breathing heavy and labored.

"You... are right," she said. "I didn't want.. to be raped.  Not even
as a ... a fantasy.   It was ... to get your attention.  But--"  She
stopped then, new tears forming in her eyes, running down her face.

"But, now, you want more?" She nodded.  He licked her salty,
conflicted tears.  "You want me to take you again? Make you come even
harder?" She nodded.  "You probably hate me," he said. She didn't
respond, just staring down at the floor. "But you want me to do it,
and, I bet, you'll tell me what I want to know."  She nodded, just
once.

Martin grabbed her chin.  "Don't just nod, Hanna.  Answer me."

"Yes, yes, damn you.  Yes, Master.  I want more. Take me again, fuck
me again, make me come.  Yes, I'll tell you what you want, who I'm
spying for."  She paused, and sobbed.  "And yes, Master, I fucking
hate you for making me this way."

Martin looked into her eyes, and smiled. "Good," he said.  With a
mental command, the lock disengaged from the wall, and she slumped
down. He grabbed the cuffs, and dragged her into his bedroom.


{Next Week: PIRATE CAPTAIN, Martin and Hanna's story to be continued
in two weeks...}

Comments are always appreciated at this email, or on my blog at
http://www.cultoftheturtle.com/

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