From bobbyl0ve@aol.com Tue Jan 14 00:08:00 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Interlude on Breakness (m/f,nc,mdom,impreg,sci-fi)
From: bobbyl0ve@aol.com (Bobby L0VE)
Date: 14 Jan 1997 05:08:00 GMT

  Hello, here is where the disclaimers go.  If you are a kid, a cop, or a
religious fanatic, get lost.
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  My favorite author is Jack Vance.  If I explained why, you'd have to
waste your time reading about how much I like his talent for describing
human cultures that never were, yet evoking such sharp imagery that you
see them clearly in your mind.  I would also go on about his use of dark,
ironic humor throughout his work, blah blah blah . . . 

  There is a "missing" scene in one of my favorite novels by Vance.  I am
a bit slow sometimes, it was not until the third re-reading of the book
that I realized this fact.  But since, I have often found it compelling to
visualize this unwritten scene.

  The following is a brief excerpt from the novel  "The Languages of Pao" 
by Jack Vance.  Read anything written by him that you can get your hands
on, his writing is very powerful.  For more information about this author
check out this URL:  http://www.massmedia.com/%7Emikeb/jvm/

-begin excerpt-

  "Then it becomes time that you began practicing procreation.  No doubt
you are well versed in the necessary theory?"
  "The students of my age talk of little else,"  said Beran.  "If it
please you, Lord Palafox, today at the terminal . . ."
  "So now we learn the source of your trouble, eh?  Well then, what is her
name?"
  "Gitan Netsko,"  Beran said huskily.
  "Await me here."  Palafox strode from the room.
  Twenty minutes later he appeared in the doorway, signaled to Beran. 
"Come."
  A domed air-car waited outside the house.  Within, a small forlorn
figure sat huddled.

-end excerpt-

  Jack Vance does not tell us what Lord Palafox did during that twenty
minutes before he returned and summoned Beran outside.  Later on in the
story, it becomes clear what happened, but just HOW, exactly?  Vance is
such a good writer that he leaves it to your imagination.

  I cannot leave well enough alone, I decided to write this scene as I
have often thought of it.  Please, PLEASE do not think I am implying that
I am able to write anything approaching the quality of Vance's work. 
Additionally, I do not know him, and therefore this is something I did on
my own, without his knowledge or approval.  Here it goes now, the vigorous
circular motion, rub it . . . 

  Lord Palafox activated his comm implant and subvocalized commands to one
of his elder sons, Fodor.  Fodor enjoyed the coveted post of supervising
traffic at the terminal, and it was an especial mark of favor to hold this
position, chosen by  Palafox over his other several hundred sons for this
responsibility.

  Palafox was the Dominie of Comparative Culture at Breakness Institute. 
Although his mechanical and biological implants were outwardly invisible,
he was one of the most powerfully modified men on Breakness.  He
controlled nine sensitivities, four energies, three projections, two
nullifications, three lethal emanations, in addition to other
improvements.

  Fodor acknowleged his sire's command, and Palafox knew that within
minutes the girl would be escorted from the female dormitory to his own
quarters.  Once there she would be prepared for his use.  He prided
himself upon his ability to procreate, and essential to this was the act
of impregnating fertile females with his potent seed.  In this as in all
else, Lord Palafox excelled in efficiency.

  Gitan Netsko's clothing resembled a skirted tunic,  it was what the
other women wore, the garments identical in style yet of every imaginable
color, both vivid hues and subdued pastel were in evidence.  Her own
clothing had been taken away, after showering she had selected from a rack
of gowns like the one she was now wearing.  There were Paonese women in
the dormitory, and she inquired of one when she could expect her clothing
to be returned to her.  The single word answer in Paonese translated
literally to "tomorrow", but the inflection it was given signified an
indefinite wait.  Her other query, about when she would be provided with
undergarments, elicited only a fit of giggling.

  Gitan's thoughts were not of her circumstances.  She had arrived on
Breakness that day, part of Palafox's levy of Paonese females.  She had
been numb ever since the Panarch's troops had knocked down the home in
which her ancestors had lived for over a thousand years, smashing the
walls to their component stones and scattering them, splintering the
ancient timbers.  She replayed in her mind again and again, her proud
father humbling himself before the scowling Neutraloid commander, pleading
for justice.  And her horror when the genetically altered soldier leaned
down, seized her father and tore off his head.  The sickening crackle of
separating vertebra and the spout of gore from the ragged stump of his
neck were images that preyed upon her and overwhelmed her perception of
her current environment.

  "Gitan Netsko?"  She looked up, startled.  It was a man, the only one
who had spoken to her since the Paonese boy Beran, had done so at the
terminal just after her arrival.  "Come with me, Lord Palafox awaits."

  She accompanied him down the corridor.  For several minutes she followed
silently as he led her down unfamiliar twistings and turnings, a maze of
sloping ramps and mysterious doorways. They paused before one,
indistinguishable from others they had passed previously.  Fodor touched a
panel, and the door opened soundlessly.  

  The room they now entered was spacious, but opposite the entrance they
had used was an archway, and Gitan saw that the room was but an alcove of
a much vaster suite.  There was but one furnishing, a chair, of unfamiliar
configuration.  It appeared to be constructed primarily of of padded
tubing, several rectangular cushions were attached as well.  Before she
could inquire its purpose, Fodor picked her up bodily and placed her upon
it!

  Inquiries, protests were ignored as he positioned her upon the device,
arranging her limbs so that the tubular components supported her weight. 
Gitan realized that the chair dictated a most immodest and vulnerable
position, her torso reclining while her buttocks rested upon a pad, her
feet spread wide and her knees bent.  Only the supple material of her
skirt preserved her modesty as it draped between her open thighs.

  "You are most fortunate, Lord Palafox summoned you, specifically, of all
present!  Even now, he comes, you will attend him presently."

  "H-how am I to serve him?  Seated upon the odd chair, how could she
perform any duties?  And to greet Lord Palafox  . . . her Paonese thought
processes commanded that she assume a respectful kneeling position when in
the presence of nobility.  Unbidden, she attempted to arise from her
reclining position.

  The chair would not permit it.  Integral to its construction were
pressure sensors linked to neural transducers.  As soon as Gitan's limbs
had been aligned correctly, Fodor had activated a concealed switch,
initializing the electronic restraint system.  As Gitan shifted her
weight, the transducers against the contracting muscle groups fired,
emitting precisely tuned vibrations.  Her muscles immediately relaxed,
their commands from her brain overridden.  Her efforts to stand resulted
only in a spastic writhing of her body upon the chair.

  Her immediate reaction was panic, as she twitched helplessly.  The
vibrations that held her captive did not cause her pain, but were like
having every nerve in her body tickled by an individual feather.  Fodor
turned toward her then.  He noticed the trembling caused by her vain
struggles and smiled.

  "Lie perfectly still, it is movement which activates the emitters. 
Everything is satisfactory.  Have no fear, you will serve Lord Palafox
exactly as you are."  She was about to reply, when suddenly, Fodor stepped
close.  She did not clearly see his hand before it dipped below her
vision.  Then his shoulder impelled his arm forward, and Gitan shrieked as
something entered her anal opening.  Fodor chuckled indulgently as he
withdrew his finger from her rectum, having lodged the suppository deep in
her bowel.  Gitan wept and sobbed in helpless rage, once again twitching
as her struggles were nullified.

  In seconds, the waxy bullet-shape in her anal passage began to melt, the
complex mixture of drugs and hormones passing readily into her
bloodstream.  Suddenly it was as though she had been pierced by a
sharpened core of ice, transfixing her, and she shivered and gasped as she
cramped internally at the ball of ice at her center.  Fodor gazed down at
her with mild interest.  Then the ice transmuted to a bolus of flame, and
her skin reddened, perspiration started from her every pore.  She cried
out, a low whining moan, as waves of heat throbbed in her abdomen.

  Fodor smiled down upon her tear stained, beseeching face, and swept
through the door they had entered by.  It closed behind him.  Gitan was
alone.  The throbbing in her belly had eased, to be replaced by a minute
trembling of her entire torso.  Her bonds had no material components; her
body had still not learned that it was restrained, and she made another
effort to rise.  This time, as the fields cancelled her voluntary
movements, the sensation was unbearably intense, causing her limbs to
attempt to contract, inducing more vibrations from the emitters.  The
effect cascaded until the chair itself trembled with the spasms of her
body.  Lights flashed behind her eyes and she lost consciousness for
several seconds.  When her eyes opened, she saw a tall, hawk visaged man
standing before her, dressed in severely cut clothing of somber brown and
black.

  "Welcome, my dear!  I am Palafox.  I am pleased you could join me this
evening."  Gitan was not reassured as the tall Dominie smiled.  "My son
Beran has expressed an interest in you."  Despite her odd situation, Gitan
was puzzled.

  "Beran?  Your son . . . but he is a man of Pao."

  "My sons are many.  I did not breed Beran myself . . . but he reflects
my magnificence as does any son of my blood.  He is manifesting a desire
to begin procreation, as is appropriate to his age.  I intend that you
should be his,"  Palafox favored her with a curious look.  "As befits my
son Beran, I, as his father, shall now determine your suitability for
breeding."

  It was beyond humiliating for Gitan.  She blushed uncontrollably as
Palafox activated a control that positioned her even more openly.  Her
back was tilted up, her hips sliding downward, her knees bending as her
legs were spread wide.  As the front of her thighs achieved an acute angle
with her torso, the short skirt of her tunic draped backward over her
stomach.  The knowledge that she was fully exposed to Palafox's view
caused her to flinch in the grip of the neural field once again.
  
  Disbelievingly she saw Palafox extract from his trousers his sexual
member.   Its size and rigidity intimidated her.  Without preamble, he
moved between her spread legs.  His erection jutted forth at the exact
height of her nakedly open vagina.  It was plain to Gitan then what her
use was to be.  He grasped his stiff penis around the middle.  Its bulbous
head and inches of veined shaft protruded from his fist, and he began to
rub himself methodically against her sex.  She could not cover herself or
resist in any way.  She squirmed futily as the warm smooth penis knob was
coated in the mucus that flowed from her throbbing cunt, then slid upward
across her clitoris.  He aligned himself then and began to apply pressure,
slowly joining his body to hers.  As he penetrated her, as his thick penis
stretched the walls of her cunt, she wriggled and thrashed but could do
nothing as he took her.

  Palafox exhaled with satisfaction as he felt the full length of his
erect penis slide into the helpless young girl.  No barrier blocked his
entry; momentarily he mused why this was so.  The Paonese practiced ritual
religious incest, it was customary for a maternal uncle to have continent
intercourse with a young woman.  Gitan's shaved and tattooed vulva bespoke
a young female of great piety.  As he thrust powerfully into her, he knew
that his own seed would be the first to find her womb.

  Gitan sobbed and gasped as she felt her body invaded by the Dominies
large member.  His thrusts were rythmic and precise, the drugs in her
bloodstream made the stimulation of his huge cock fucking her unbearable. 
She burned with shame.  A great sacrelige was taking place!  Despite the
chemically induced arousal, her horrified sensibilities prevented her from
the final surrender, to climax while being raped by this vile man.  She
squeezed her eyes shut and tears ran down her cheeks. 

  Lord Palafox sensed her discomfiture.  It was of no consequence to him,
but he was moved to pity.  With a thought, he activated one of his
implants.  A rapidly fluctuating magnetic field projected from his pelvic
area and began to vibrate the flexible ferrous strips inside his penis. 
The additional, unexpected stimulation drove Gitan over the edge; despite
herself, she began to come.  She felt her vagina suck hungrily upon her
masters penis as it thrust and withdrew.  Her mind reeled as Palafox
prodded her interior relentlessly with his vibrating engine of flesh.  She
screamed as another orgasm gripped her, all control now lost.

  Palafox winced comically and grimaced.  The vibratory effect was one of
his favorite modifications, but it tended to make pleasant interludes like
this one much too short.  In this case efficiency was favored, Beran was
waiting.  He leaned far over Gitan.  His face next to hers, he began to
lick the moisture of her tears, his long slimy tongue laving her cheeks
and swirling over her eyeballs.  The sensation of having her face licked
was disgusting.  Her shudder turned into another helpless climax.  Her
eyes flew open as Palafox withdrew his tongue and a transcendent
expression stole over his features.  His breath was twin streams of warm
air that seemed to depress the skin of her upper lip, as his mouth sought
hers and his tongue licked the back of her throat.  He bore his full
weight upon her then, and she felt impaled upon his vibrating shaft as he
injected his semen into her body.  

  As always, a satisfying sense of accomplishment suffused Palafox as he
emptied his seminal vesicles into a beautiful young woman.  As he
continued to stroke into her in a desultory way, the final drops of
ejaculate oozed into Gitan.  Not for Palafox the practice of some of the
other Dominies, to use artificial insemination to beget them sons!  He
took pride in siring each of his in the traditional way.

  He withdrew his sexual organ from Gitan's vagina.  An inaudible summons
brought two female servitors within moments,  followed closely by Fodor.  
Silently the women busied themselves, one began cleaning Gitan, gently
sponging away the copious and sticky residue of their mating.  The other
woman saw to the cleaning of Palafox, dropping to her knees and taking him
into her mouth, gently but rapidly licking him clean with her tongue, then
replacing his penis in his pants and closing the opening of his fly.  He
reached down and stroked her hair, smiling as he regarded her obvious
pregnancy.  A favorite of his, she had already borne him two sons.

  "Escort her to to my car, I shall follow momentarily"  Palafox addressed
his son Fodor.  The restraints were deactivated and the servitors led
Gitan away under his sons supervision.  He allowed himself a moment to
contemplate his own greatness.  By giving this woman to Beran, his adopted
son would be bound to him by yet another string, a warp in the fractal
patterned tapestry of fate, a pattern imprinted upon history . . . in his
mind, the fractal pattern resolved into endless iterations of his own
face, forever and ever, immortal.


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