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The following is a work of fiction.  It should not be taken
as a guide to behavior in the real world.  The people, places
and events exist only in the mind of the Author.  This is a
work of pornographic fiction, it should not be read by those
who are under the legal age to do so in the jurisdiction where
you live.  It may, or may not, contain matter illegal to read
where you live.  Please know and obey the laws of your own
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Story Codes: Mf+g+ con first ScFi

======================{ Martian Nights }========================

    Sir Giles called the meeting of the Martian Knights to order.
The Knights had been formed by veterans of the Syrian-Jordanian
War who'd emigrated to British Mars and had first been headed by
the King's youngest brother, who'd been knighted for his role as
a fighter wing leader.  They were now one of the most respected
international benevolent societies on Mars and loosely under the
patronage of the Catholic-Orthodox church.  While they did do
things like pass out alms and rescue disaster victims, their
specialties were hostage rescue and ringing minority populations
under violent persecution with a wall of armed and armoured bodies.
This did not always make them popular with governments.  The
Knights didn't care about that.

   "We have a grave situation and need all the volunteers we can
get.  A group calling itself 'People for a Free World' has
attacked a prominent girls school and kidnapped seven students.
Happily, my granddaughter was not one of those kidnapped.  The
PFW say they will put one girl a month out the airlock until all
the governments on Mars abolish themselves.  We must save those
girls!  We have just under a month to find them before the first
girl dies.  The few members of the PFW we've identified have a
history of carrying out the threats they've made.  The line for
volunteers starts at the Secretary's desk.  Good Hunting!"

   The Knights were good at finding hostages, but they lacked a
place to start looking until after the first execution.  After
the girl's frozen and desiccated body was found in a crater near
Bradbury, New Michigan, the Knights concentrated their efforts in
the surrounding area.  A Knight named Sir Rodger found them in an
apartment compound in the slums of Lansing.  That any habitat
could have slums disgusted Sir Rodger, who hailed from an
agricultural background, but New Michigan seemed to thrive on
them.  They produced low tech goods using cheap labor.  The
laborers lived as they could in small hovels bored haphazardly
on the fringes of the towns.

   Sir Rodger was conspicuous in his hard suit.  Everyone on Mars
wore a suit outdoors, they wouldn't survive otherwise, but most
wore soft suits.  The Knights used industrial hard suits for
armour.  Sir Rodger was inside the habitat.  It was just short of
dawn.  He carried a sonic drill.  A few low power pulses from the
drill told him where to find a thin spot in the walls of the
compound.  A full blast got him inside.  Now he had to work fast
at locating the girls.  He clipped the drill to his harness and
unlimbered his sword.  He didn't want to kill a girl by accident
and the powered suit could withstand any weapon the kidnappers
were likely to have on hand.  He charged down the corridor,
kicking open doors as he went.  Three groggy looking guards
attacked him, but the sword, driven by the power assisted arm,
made short work of them.  He found the girls in the fourth room
he opened.

   "I'm Sir Rodger of the Martian Knights.  In a few minutes my
squire will be here with suits for all of you.  We will then
drill a tunnel out of the habitat to the surface.  Stay on the
floor until then, your captors will be trying to stop me from
saving you.  They may try to kill you, too.  Get down now!"

   Six girlish voices made exclamations of surprise.  They did
hug the floor.

   Sir Rodger blocked the door with his armored body.  He thumbed
on his locator beacon and unlimbered his drill.  A man and a
woman came down the corridor.  The man carried a satchel, the
woman a rifle.  The satchel proved to be a bomb.  It blew up in
the man's hands, set off by the sonic drill.  The corridor
collapsed from the blast.  In a few moments the rubble tumbled
toward Sir Rodger.  He held his fire and saw his squire emerge
from the dust cloud.  He was towing a large box behind himself.

   "The suits are here.  We won't have time to fit the plumbing
to you, so go now, if you can."  Sir Rodger did not look to see
if they obeyed him.  If they didn't the worst that would happen
was they would have to live with damp underclothes for an hour or
so.

   John, the squire, helped the girls into the suits.  Then
Rodger started tunneling upward to the surface.  This was the
kind of job the drills were made for.  Sir Rodger had the girls
follow him.  John backfilled and collapsed the tunnel behind
them.  It didn't take long.  When they broke through, the
outgassing of the air from the tunnel shot them into the air like
a string of beads.  They made a dash to the tractor and trailer
Sir Rodger had parked above the compound before starting the
rescue.  They left in a cloud of red dust, Squire John driving.

   The trailer was a people mover, made for carrying passengers
overland between towns.  It had berthing for sixteen, in two
compartments, and a common area with cooking gear.  Travel on
Mars wasn't fast, not overland.  The low gravity and rudimentary
roads restricted the speed of movement.  If you wanted fast
travel, you flew. That had to be slower than on Earth too.
Martian escape velocity was much lower.

   Sir Rodger and the girls were in the common room.  They were
all still suited.  Sir Rodger could only see the faces of the
girls.  The deflated soft suits hung on them like oversized bags.
They all looked so young.  St. Alfred's School for Girls trained
girls from nine to sixteen.  It looked like the kidnappers had
gotten a fairly representative sample.  "Girls, I'm planning to
drop you at the British Mars consul in Niven.  We'll be there by
this time tomorrow.  We may be subject to attack until we leave
New Michigan in about five hours.  You'll find care packages from
your parents in your room.  You should have everything you need.
Clean up and get comfortable.  Stay in your room and keep the
suits close at hand."

   The girls looked at one another, then one stepped forward.
"I'm Mary King.  The others want me to ask you to take us all the
way back to school.  Please?"

   "That's an eight day drive.  You'd be safer with the
consulate," said Sir Rodger.

   "We'd rather you took us, really.  This might help you
decide."  Mary held out a data cartridge.  "Read the files and
keep our request in mind."  Mary led the girls to their room.

                             0 * 0

   Sir Rodger plugged the drive into a workstation.  There were a
score, more or less, of directories listed.  Each directory was
labeled with a girl's name, some with an initial to offset 
duplicates.  Inside each were text files.  The number varied from
two to thirty.  Rodger opened one at random.  I turned out to be
a short story.  A racy short story.  It was, in fact, outright
porn!  It featured a young girl and a viral, heroic, man as
characters.  The man had saved the girl from a disaster and was
rewarded with wild, romantic, sex.  Rodger couldn't believe his
eyes!  He opened another file, in a different directory.  This
was another story, just as racy, but less blatant and better
written.  He scanned a dozen more files.  They were all racy
stories about heroic men and young women or girls!  Most were
written in a style Rodger identified with women's romances.
Knights figured prominently as male characters.  They varied in
the level of explicitness, but all were about sex.  They showed
a juvenile understanding of their subject.  Rodger suspected they
had been written by schoolgirls.  He called for Mary.

   Mary and a redheaded girl she introduced as Penny came to the
common room.  Rodger's mission files identified them as fourteen
year olds.  Cleaned up and dressed in uniforms they were quite
pretty.  "What is this about?"  Rodger waved at the story
on-screen.

   "This is my story collection," said Mary.  "That one is one of
mine!"

   "We write them," said Penny.  "We have a whole genre just for
them.  Miss Chew, our composition mistress, won't let us submit
them for a grade.  She gives better marks to girls who turn good
ones into her on the sly.  I brought my marks from B- to A last
term!"

   "Most are outright smut.  What are you trying to say to me by
showing them to me?" asked Rodger.

   The girls looked at one another and blushed.  "We want to say
thank you for rescuing us," said Mary.

   "Knights are real hunks!" said Penny.  "Even Edie's
grandfather.  I tried to bribe her, with a box of homemade
goodies, to get me some time on his lap the last time he
visited."

   "You really saved our lives!" added Mary.

   "You're more of a hunk than Edie's grandpa," said Penny.

   "We want the time in travel to show our thanks.  We know the
way to do that!  Please?  Some of us want to thank your squire
too, but you get first chance," said Mary.

   The girls were squirming in their seats.  "We took a vote, all
the girls agree." added Penny.

   Sir Rodger was flabbergasted.  The youngest girl was not quite
eleven.  The one's before him were the oldest.  "You've got to be
kidding!  You girls aren't ready for this stuff!"

   "Don't say 'no' yet.  Read our stories," said Mary.

   The girls left before Rodger could say anything.

                             0 * 0

   Sir Rodger read more stories.  While it was clear that these
were fantasies written by someone who had never done what they
wrote about, it was also clear they were written to masturbate
to.  These kids were inexperienced, but not completely innocent.

   Rodger found a directory labeled with the name of his youngest
charge.  It had three files.  Her style was less developed than
most of the others.  It was clearly imitative and showed a lack
of understanding of male sexual performance.  It was just as
raunchy.  Her descriptions of female anatomy and sexual response
showed that she'd practiced on herself.  "Jesus!  What am I
getting myself into?" thought the knight.

   The stories kept him hard as a rock.  He read so much, he
almost forgot to make lunch.

                             0 * 0

   The girls chattered non-stop through lunch.  They kept
shooting Sir Rodger inquiring looks as well.

   They were all cute.  A couple were truly pretty in a way the
knight wished he'd not thought of.

   As lunch ended, Rodger announced, "We'll take you back to the
school."

   The girls clapped and cheered.

   Sir Rodger went to relieve John at the wheel.  He left the
stories on-screen.

                             0 * 0

   "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Boss!  Where did you get this porn?
It's got me thinking the girls are trying to proposition me!  You
shouldn't have stuff like this, and you should guard it better
if you are going to keep it.  We have children aboard!" said
Squire John when they'd camped for the night.

   "I got it from the girls.  They're some of the authors.  They
are trying to proposition you, by the way.  They've been reading
and writing this stuff so much, they think this is real."

   "And you want us to spend eight days and nights hauling them
across Mars?  I'll go 'round the bend before we get there!" said
the collage junior.

   "Don't go around the bend.  Take some copies of stories with
you and read them.  Learn what the girls think is the way rescued
girls should reward their rescuers.  We'll let them reward us.
We'll play it by their fantasies.  We'll treat them the way the
men in their stories treat the girls.  They'll feel all the less
stressed by their captivity.  One of their number died, after
all."

   "Boss, I don't think that one's in the manual!  By all the
Holy Saints, you're going to get us arrested!"

   "I don't think so, I think the girls will thank us and keep
quiet.  Give it a try."

   John went to the men's berthing.  He took stories with him.
From the occasional pleas to the saints, Rodger didn't think he
was getting much sleep.

                             0 * 0

   It was mid-morning.  John was driving.  Sir Rodger was in the
common room writing his mission report.  

   The girls had gone back to their berthing after breakfast.
Rodger had heard giggling and hushed voices for an hour.  He
wasn't surprised when the door opened and Penny came in.  He was
surprised at her non-regulation blouse.  If her parents had sent
that, they needed a refresher course in fourteen year olds.  It
was way too sexy for her to be in.  The air filled with over
applied perfume.  Her face shown with a coat of make-up.  At
least she hadn't gone in for the vamp look.

   She smiled nervously.  "I'd like to thank you for saving my
life.  I'll give you anything--absolutely anything."

   Rodger knew his line.  "Nothing would please me more than a
kiss, My Love."

   "A kiss it is.  And anything else.  I owe you my life; My
Knight, My love!

   The girl's kiss showed a great deal of eagerness, and a lack
of prior practise.  Rodger did his best to guide her in the right
direction and make the kiss as hot as possible.  Rodger
certainly felt hot.  Perhaps he'd overdone the reading, but he
was feeling impatient.

   The standard script called for him to lose the shirt, or at
least open it, about now.  The girl would lose herself in taking
comfort against his manly chest.  Penny had read the script,
she'd written it often enough, and parted the Velcro.  She
wrapped her arms around him, under the fabric.  She hugged
fiercely, burying her head against his chest.  She recited lines
about her big, strong, manly, Hero.  Rodger caressed her hair.
Penny kissed the manly chest.  "You're kinda sweaty, did you know
that?"  She looked up at his face with her nose wrinkled.

   "Getting aroused does that to people.  Nobody minds.  Women
like the smell a clean, freshly sweating, man.  It carries scents
that are supposed to arouse them.  Go ahead and try it."

   She returned to her former position.  She sniffed like puppy.
"Are you sure about this?  You're not just teasing me?  It smells
alright, I guess, but it seems weird."

   "Why do you think kissing manly chests is such a big part of
the Romances you girls read?  Those books are written by women,
for women.  Don't kiss, if it bothers you.  We're about to the
part where I rip open your blouse and kiss your chest.  I'm
looking forward to that part, sweat and all."

   "Really?  You don't think my breasts are too small or anything?"

   "Your breasts look good on you.  They're just the right size
for your body.  They are firm and round, at least as seen through
your blouse.  I can't wait to see them up close," said Rodger.

   "Please don't rip my blouse to get there.  It's really kind
of expensive; and it's not mine.  Mumsy would ground my sister
and me until the reading of her will if she found out I have it
here.  It has hooks and eyes.  Can't you open them one at a time,
and kiss after each hook?"

   "Noted, kiss passionately after each fastening.  Got it!"
Rodger reached for Penny's blouse.  She lowered her eyes and
blushed a deep red.  He opened the top hook and eye.  He leaned
in to kiss.  Penny gulped!  Rodger kissed; and Penny jumped in
her seat.  Her seat happened to be Rodger's lap.  He didn't mind
at all.  He opened the next fastening.

   "Ah, couldn't we skip this and get to the next part?  It's
kind of hard to wait for each kiss.  I can see the merit of
ripping, now.  Just open them all and we'll go from there,
please?"

   Rodger complied.  He slipped his hands inside the blouse and
caressed her breasts.  The girl turned a deeper red than before.
Rodger pushed the fabric aside.  "Beautiful!  Those must be the
finest breasts I've ever seen!" he said.  He kissed a nipple.
Penny looked like a rock was dropping on her head.  She went pale
and her eyes were opened as far as the muscles would stretch.  He
kissed the other breast.

   Penny jumped again.  "Awk!  OhmyGod!  Is that really how it's
supposed to feel?"

   "If you mean intense and startling, yes.  Why bother
otherwise?"  Rodger kissed again and went into his lines about
his unbridled passion for the rescued Maiden.  He waxed eloquent
about her beauty and grace.  About how he could no longer live
without her.  He punctuated each line with a kiss.  He worked the
blouse off of her.  It floated slowly toward the floor.  Penny
looked as though the rock had finally hit her.  Given the way
things fall on Mars, the timing was about right.

   Rodger kissed his way up to her mouth.  She didn't respond, at
first.  Then she seemed to wake up.  She kissed back, hard, and
her form had improved.  Roger held the kiss until she backed away,
breathing hard and fast.  "OhmyGod!  This stuff works!" she
cried.

   Rodger kissed his way to an ear while caressing a breast.  He
whispered words of passion and praise for his lovely Maiden.
Penny tried out kissing his neck while he spoke.  She locked
their mouthes.  She pushed at his shoulders and Rodger lay back,
pulling her along with him.  He pushed up her skirt and caressed
a silk clad buttock.

   "EEEP!  Aren't we getting ahead of things?" she asked.

   "I think we've got the timing about right," answered Rodger.

   She turned belly to belly with him and straddled his hips.
Rodger applied both hands to her behind now.  He continued to
kiss, and she returned his kisses a bit more expertly.  Rodger
pushed against her buttocks.  Penny squirmed up his belly.  He
kissed her breast again.  He used a hand to follow her crack,
moving down between her legs.  His speech about his hunger for
her was interrupted by, "Ahhh!  Your hand!  It's..."  Penny
looked like another rock had landed.

   Rodger guided one of Penny's hands down toward his waistline.
He gently  pushed it below the fabric.  His other hand caressed
her sex lightly.  Penny's eyes were closed.  The tip of her
tongue peeked out between her lips.  Her fingers touched the tip
of his engorged cock.  Her eyes and mouth flew open together.

   "Is that..." she screeched.  She tried to pull her hand away,
but the fabric had it trapped.

   "Yes, feel the passion you've inflamed in me, most beautiful
of all women!  Feel my love, which will not be denied.  Oh, go
ahead and touch it!  It won't bite."

   Penny blushed again.  Nothing could have topped her last
blush, this one equaled it.  She also let her hand rest on
Rodger's cock.  She smiled, with her face still red.  She ran her
hand down and up the cock, from tip to sack.  "Wow!  I'm touching
one.  I'm actually touching a..."  Her mouth closed tight, lips
tucked in.

   "Of course you are.  After reading your stories, I thought
you'd touched nearly every cock in the commonwealth."

   "Those are stories.  This is a real--cock, cock, Cock!  I've
touched a cock!" she yelled.

   Rodger heard tittering.  He looked toward the door.  Five
little heads crowded the open doorway.  They ducked as they saw
him looking at them.  The door eased partway shut.  Rodger
decided not to tell Penny.

   Rodger kissed her again.  He caressed her pussy.  We're to the
part where I rip away your panties in my passion.  Ready?"

   Penny couldn't speak.  She nodded instead, then said, "Don't
rip.  Too expensive."

   "Just as well," said Rodger, "there's a reason parachutes were
made out of silk in the old days.  It wouldn't be a very pleasant
experience for either of us."

   He pushed her skirt up with his forehead and used his hands to
lower her panties.  He kissed the top of her lightly furred
mound.

   "Awk!  Don't..."  her redness had returned.  "Sorry.  I've
been...leaking.  Messy.  Sorry."

   "Remember those arousing scents we discussed?  This is a man's
Mother Lode.  Nothing to be embarrassed about.  If it wasn't
happening, we'd have to stop now."  He kissed again, a long and
deep kiss.

   Rodger kissed his way back up her body.  He lowered Penny to
the cushion of the bench, stroking the girl's pussy.  Their
kisses were deep and hungry.  "Ready for the 'eager yielding
of her maidenhood'?"

   Penny looked frightened out of her wits.  She nodded,
vigorously, in spite of her fright.

   Rodger spread her legs and positioned himself, weight on one
elbow.  He guided himself in and pushed gently.  In he slipped,
burying the head of his cock.  There was no maidenhead, of
course.  If her parents hadn't had it surgically cut soon after
birth, wearing pressure suit plumbing had torn it.  He pushed a
bit harder, sinking in.  Another rock seemed to be falling
towards Penny's head.  A collective gasp was heard from the
direction of the door.  Rodger ignored it.

   Rodger gently buried himself to the hilt.  He guided Penny's
legs up around his back.  "Hold on, or this could get comical,"
he whispered in her ear.  Under Martian gravity, a vigorous
thrust by the top partner could pogo them a good foot or so away.
The most useful sex aid someone could introduce would be a set of
belts joined by a short bungee cord.  Moonies used just such a
device.  Martians preferred to lock themselves together with
their arms and legs.  They weren't in danger of sailing off to
the ceiling.  Penny nodded.  Rodger withdrew and thrust again.
He locked her mouth with his and began to build a rhythm.  After
a few strokes, Penny joined him in keeping it.  Her frightened
look was replaced by a grin.  They bounced along the settee until
her head lodged against the padded armrest.

   "OhmyGod!  I'm doing it!  I'm really doing it!" cried the
teenager.

   Sir Rodger varied his pace and angle of attack.  He watched
Penny's face for signs of what pleased her most.  She was soon
breathing hard and showing the strain of extreme arousal.  She
was chanting senselessly.  Rodger felt himself building to the
strongest orgasm he could remember.

   Penny cried out a long, inarticulate, string of syllables.
Her skin was flushed and her nipples stood out like towers.
Rodger was sure she was coming.  He let go with his own orgasm
and lost himself within it.  He though he heard cheering in his
head.

                             0 * 0

    Penny left about fifteen minutes after they'd finished.
Rodger cleaned himself and prepared lunch.

   The girls whispered among themselves and giggled throughout
lunch.  Rodger went and relieved John.

                             0 * 0

   "Merciful Christ!  Boss, the girls have offered to spend the
night with me tomorrow and every night after!  What am I to do?
These are mere kids!  Jesus!" said the squire that evening.

   "They know what they are offering.  Treat them gently and
enjoy.  Think of it as offering therapy.  If that doesn't work,
try remembering the fantasies you had about girls when you were
their age."

   John gave up and went to the men's quarters.

   The girls gave Sir Rodger no break.  Mary came in to the
common room just minutes after John left.

   Over the next few days Rodger enjoyed the company of each
girl, one in the morning and another at night.  The three teens,
he took eagerly.  The younger girls he tried to dissuade, to no
avail.  He treated them to the full regimen, too.  The second
night, Penny passed through the common room as one of the twelve
year olds joined Rodger.  The sounds from the men's berthing
indicated John had taken his advice.  Each night a girl went in
to John.  Penny, Mary, and Adela, one of the twelve year olds,
came back for a second time with Rodger.  All the girls were
friendly and bubbly throughout the trip.

   Sir Rodger returned them to the school to great fanfare and
extensive media coverage.  He received a commendation from the
King by special post, all the way from Earth.

                             0 * 0

   Sir Giles visited Rodger at his home about a year later.  "I
have something to show you," said Sir Giles.  He inserted a data
cartridge into Rodger's computer and opened a text file.

   Rodger read.  It was a short story.  It was a racy story,
written in a juvenile style.  It descended quickly into outright
porn.  It showed an understanding of sex far beyond what the
style indicated the writer's age to be.

   "This was written by my grand-niece.  She attends St. Alfred's.
She's one of the girls you rescued.  The genre euphemistically
dubbed 'Schoolgirl Romance' has been known at least since my sister
attended.  The quality of the descriptions has improved greatly in
the last year.  Is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

   Rodger shook his head 'no'.  He wisely chose not to lie aloud.

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