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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"The Right Bribe"
By Shon Richards

Chief Scientist Xor was the greatest intellect of the Euphorian
Empire and personal advisor to Queen Erishella herself.  He held
his exalted position for over three hundred years.  Xor had
served the Queen's Grandfather, her father and now her.  At this
point, he was as much the property of the Queen as the Skull
throne itself.

Xor's official job was to coordinate all of the science academies
and brain slaves towards the glory of the kingdom.  Some of the
side benefits have been the extensive organ transplanting surgery
which has given him his long life.  It allowed him to transfer
his first wife's consciousness into his computers so that she
could continue to aid him in his research.  It also provided him
with a cock and sex drive of a seventeen year old male.  

The Chief Scientist's unofficial job was in the declining of
bribes.

"A message for you," Lonni informed him.  The miracle of being
transferred to a computer meant she never loss that lovely accent
of hers.  

"On screen," Xor said.  He didn't look up from the plasma weapon
he was tinkering with.

"Chief Scientists Xor, greetings," the man on the vidscreen
said.

"Admiral," what can I do for you?" Xor said.

"I heard you were working on a new weapon for the army.  I was
wondering if you could help the Space Navy stay competitive with
their brethren."

Chief Scientist Xor chuckled.  "Queen Erishella would rather I
didn't.  You know as well as I do that the Queen forbids the
latest hand weapon technology to the Navy."

"I am aware of what the Queen desires," the Admirial said.  "I
was hoping that perhaps twenty new slaves from the Gem Moons
would sway you to reconsider.  All of them are recently captured
and ripe for whatever you desire."

"Tempting," Chief Scientist Xor said.  "But no."

Lonni cut off the communication without being asked.  

An hour later, another call came in.  This time it was from a
Count.

Chief Scientist Xor did not look up from the aphrodisiac he was
implanting into a bed slave.  "Good afternoon, Count."

"Chief Scientist Xor, I want those Warbots for my personal
guard," the Count said.  "This time I have an offer you won't
refuse."

Chief Scientist Xor didn't bother to argue.  "Make your offer."

"I have imported four concubines from the Kisa system," the Count
proclaimed.  "Each one of them highly trained in the arts of
science, poetry, dancing and sex."

"I will have to decline your lovely offer," Chief Scientist Xor
said.  

"I will throw in five hundred blood rubies!" the Count yelled.

"Again, very generous but I will decline," Chief Scientist Xor
said.

"Gods damn you!" the Count said.  "I must have those Warbots! 
You may have my wife as well."

"Give the Countess my regards, but no," Chief Scientist Xor
said.

"Would you rather have my son?" the Count offered.

Lonni cut off the transmission.  Chief Scientist Xor went back to
work.

"Sir?" Lonni asked.

"Another call?" Chief Scientist Xor asked.  

"No sir.  May I make a suggestion?"

"Certainly."

"Five hundred blood rubies could buy me a cloned body," Lonni
said.  "I could live again."

"And you would grow old again," Chief Scientist Xor said.  "No, I
like you the way you are.  Now go back to those biotoxin
calculations I asked you to do."

"Yes sir," Lonni said.

That night, Queen Erishella came to visit him herself.  The Queen
was wearing a gown of green straps across her body.  Each strap
was a few inches away from the next, allowing layered peeks of
her magnificent body.  Her full breasts were bound together with
a single strap across her nipples.  A strap above her dark bush
of pubic hair seemed to highlight her sex rather than conceal it.
 Green straps held her long black hair in a tower of glory.  Even
her boots were straps that held the eight inch heels to the soles
of her feet.

"My Queen," Chief Scientist Xor said as he bowed.

Queen Erishella acknowledged him with a slight tilt of her head.
 "Report on the plasma upgrades."

"The flesh melting setting is 80 percent faster, my Queen."

"And the new Warbots I wanted?"

"The killing algorithms will now compensate for sexually pleasing
targets and will capture instead of kill."

"And how many bribes did you refuse today, my loyal Chief
Scientist?"

Lonni answered for him.  "Two, although one bribed was increased
to three higher levels for a total of four."

"Four bribes?" Queen Erishella said.  "And did you refuse them?"

"Of course," Chief Scientist Xor said.  He was breathing hard.

Queen Erishella laughed.  "I remember a time when you were not so
loyal.  Grandfather always suspected you gave our shield
technology to the Lion People.  Father was almost certain you
sold the secrets of our robotics to the Wine Worlds.  They both
felt that they needed you too much to punish you, isn't that
right?"

"I have always been valued for my worth," Chief Scientist Xor
said carefully.

Queen Erishella smiled.  She backhanded the old man and sent him
spinning into his desk.  A swift kick to his legs dropped him to
the ground.  He banged his head hard on the floor but it was her
foot on his neck that was causing him to see stars.  Her sharp
heel was pressing into his jugular.

"Open your pants," Queen Erishella said.

Chief Scientist Xor obeyed.  He unzipped and released the large
young cock he had surgically grafted to himself.

"You may stroke yourself," Queen Erishella said.

"Thank you, my Queen!" he said.  He used both hands and pumped
his cock with fevered excitement.

"But you don't accept bribes anymore, do you?" Queen Erishella
said.

"No, my Queen!" he said.

"Because I know what your price really is," the wise queen said.
"I know what you secretly crave, don't I?"

Queen Erishella pressed down with her foot.  Chief Scientist Xor
choked but kept stroking.  "Please, my Queen!"

The Queen waited thirty seconds.  

"You may climax," she graciously said.

The young cock exploded in his hands.  His tribute shot into the
air.  Xor was careful to make sure none of it landed on the
Queen.  He didn't want to repeat THAT punishment.

"Glory to the Queen," he gasped.

Queen Erishella stepped off of his throat.  "Keep up the good
work.  I will return when you finish the prototype for the
freezing whip I asked you for.

Chief Scientist Xor rolled over and kissed the Queen's foot. 
"Yes, my majesty."

Queen Erishella left his laboratory.  Chief Scientist Xor picked
himself up and zipped his pants back up.  He touched his throat
where she had pinned him.

"Lonni, let's get to work.  Pull up the designs for the ice
dagger I made.  Perhaps we can use that as a starting point."

Because she knew how to reward him, Chief Scientist Xor went back
to work.      

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/


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