Cathy’s Life #4 – Smugglers – Cathy (FF, mF, mf, MF, cons, nc, mecha,
ScFi, danger, slice of life)

By CH Makoto - copyright 2010

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Foreword:  This is one in a series of stories I am writing exploring the
erotic potential of death.  The series is based on a parallel dimension
planet Earth similar to ours in most ways, but has traveled a slightly
different road to get where they are.  Compared to this Earth, it is
somewhat in the future.  There is travel to nearby stars, for example. Politically it’s a free society, no secret police, rule of law prevails,
no travel restrictions, etc.  But, there is one twist; executions of
females are carried out weekly (always on a Monday - ha, ha) and are
televised and recorded, then edited for later sale.  The women, unless
guilty of a capital crime (very rare), are volunteers selected by a
lottery.  The age range of selectees is from 13 to 40 and one can enlist at
any time during that age range.  First enlistment earns the candidate
$500,000, paid in advance and is for 7 years.  The second and third
enlistments are for 10 years each, up to the maximum age of 40 upon which
the woman is automatically de-enrolled. At the second and third
enlistments, the monetary reward doubles, so in theory a woman could
collect a maximum of $3.5 million if she was enrolled for the full 27
years.  If she were to be selected for termination, her designate would
receive an amount equal to her last payment.  The method of execution is up
to the Lottery Board as they are going for maximum entertainment value and
revenue.  The only promise made to the enlistees is that the execution will
not be excessively painful and that it will be sexually exciting.

I wish to acknowledge the invaluable assistance of my partner in editing,
providing ideas and criticism, but any fault rests on me.  These stories
are not based on real people, living or dead and any similarity is strictly
coincidental.  The sexual behavior in the stories is not something I would
encourage in real life.  This fictional world has no STDs and women can
easily prevent pregnancy. Unfortunately, our world is not that lucky yet.

Do not try this at home!!  Or you may end up as the girls do.

Feel free to repost this story, but I retain copyright and please attribute
CH Makoto.

Do visit my website for a couple small stories and additional information
about the planet Aquamarine. http://www.asstr.org/~CH_Makoto/

This particular entry follows the continuing story of a woman named Cathy
Burgess.  Through extraordinary circumstances, she survived her execution
(see Cathy's Life 1) and we are following her further adventures in life.
While not strictly necessary, for maximum enjoyment I recommend having read
the previous Cathy stories, as I do assume some prior knowledge.
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Cathy’s Life #4 – Smugglers – Cathy

Chapter 1 – Orders

It’s Saturday, 14 November 1533 at 1400.  I’ll remember that date and time
for the rest of my life.  That’s when I receive my first mission.

I am sitting on my couch, in the buff as always, when the Office of Special
Affairs (OSA) phone rings.  My heart starts thumping.  Just a few days ago,
John, my OSA handler had called to let me know that I would be assigned a
mission soon.

I answer the phone, “Hello, Cathy speaking.”

“Cathy, you have been assigned a mission.  The general location of this
mission will be the spaceport warehouse area in Dubai, Persia.  Mission
details have been transmitted to your computer system.  Log in, memorize
the mission and securely delete all mission data.  You are to leave for
Dubai on NAS at 1115 on 17 November.  That is all.”  The phone goes dead.
If I hadn’t actually seen him once, I would tend to believe that John is
not human.

I log into my system and open the encrypted document from the OSA.  It
seems someone is trying to smuggle combat mechas in.  As always, not
everyone is happy with the state of world affairs and especially some
offworlders are trying to increase their influence.  The OSA is of the
opinion that since relatively peaceful means have failed some group is
turning to violent means of changing the status quo.  My instructions are
to go to Dubai, locate the mechas and report definitively on both them and
whoever is smuggling them in.  The OSA will take it from there.  Once my
report is filed, I am released to return to Tokyo.  Not much to go on, but
I suppose if the OAS knew more they wouldn’t need me, their ace number one
reconnaissance operative.  It has been a lot of fun here in Tokyo the last
eight months or so and I guess it is time to pay the piper.

As per my usual when I need to think, I go into my bedroom, lie down on the
bed and, while thinking about, both the mission and the next few days, I
play with myself.  Low-level masturbation is the best way I have found to
focus my thoughts and relax at the same time.  It’s close to 1600 when I
get up and start moving again.

The first thing I do is call Nancy.  When she answers, I tell her, “If
you’re not too busy, I’d like to come over.”

“Sure, I have nothing scheduled.”  Nancy sounds happy at the prospect of my
visit.

“OK, cool.  I’ll be there around 1730.”

“Nice, will be you be able to stay for dinner?”

I think for a second, decide that I don’t need to start actually doing
anything yet, and answer, “I don’t see why not.  Dinner sounds good.”

“I’ll let the chef know to prepare for another for diner.  See you then.
Good-bye.”

“Good-bye.”  I hang up.  I start getting ready to go.  It’s Saturday, so
normally I would be seriously grubby, but going to Nancy’s means I’ll need
to dress up.  The weather is still decent, with a high of around sixteen
degrees.  I’ll need a light jacket for later on, but I can still wear
pretty much anything.  I pad to my bedroom and put on my favorite crème
colored panty and bra set I bought for the ballet.  I still have trouble
believing how well it fits.  The soft, smooth fabric of the panties cuddles
my butt closely everywhere, but binds nowhere.  They don’t ride up on my
posterior or try to invade places they shouldn’t.  The bra may be an
underwire, but once on me, the underwire conforms perfectly to my contours
and doesn’t gouge me ever.  It’s also substantial enough to do its job of
supporting my breasts and the straps rest lightly on my shoulders.  The
cups are smooth, opaque and fit my breasts flawlessly, no gaps and no
wrinkles.  The fabric is heavy enough that my nipples never protrude, but
behaves as though it is very sheer when Kasey strokes my breasts,
transmitting his touch effortlessly.  It’s no wonder that I find myself
wearing a bra more often than I used to, since the drawbacks disappear with
this one.  I’m glad I bought a couple spare, even at $250 each.  I slip
into a pair of tan pantyhose, then get a sleeveless, tan and forest green
sheath dress out of the closet.  It’s a nice, conservative length, only a
few centimeters above my knees, which won’t cause Nancy’s parents to raise
their eyebrows.  She may be fifty-two, but her parents even now have their
say.   It’s lined so it doesn’t need a slip and I select a pair of dark-
olive pumps to complete the outfit.  Stepping over to the dresser, I apply
some bluish eyeshadow that matches my hair color and pink lipstick, grab my
purse and head out the door.  On the way, I get my tan leather jacket from
the entryway closet and slip into my pumps.  Waving to my neighbors next
door, who are a dear older couple, I walk to the garage and get my car.
I’ve had them over a couple of times for dinner, they’re friendly and it’s
nice not have some noisy yoyos as my neighbors.  The husband clearly would
like to get into my panties and if I feel it’ll be OK, he may get his
chance.  I only have neighbors on one side as the other side of my condo
abuts the covered walkway, which goes to the complexes grassy common area. 
It’s a bit cool for driving with the top down, so I don’t.

It takes about forty-five minutes to get to Nancy’s and I leave the car
parked in her driveway.  I love the SL and catch myself sometimes driving
places the bus or train would do as well, but not today.  I ring the
doorbell and their live-in maid answers it and ushers me in.  I leave my
jacket with her and walk inside.  Nancy smiles and waves at me as she comes
down the stairway, we go into the salon and settle ourselves into a couple
of comfy chairs.  Nancy is dressed in a floor length caftan, which is
common for her at home.  Sandals are her footwear and no hose.  Nancy’s
home is western style, so I keep my pumps on while we are walking.
Slipping them off once parked, I tuck my legs under me and after exchanging
a few pleasantries with her, I get to the point of my visit.

“I won’t be coming to work for a while.  The OSA has assigned me a
mission.”  Nancy is the president of Bioelectrum Expediting Corporation
(BEC), the company I work for and is the only one who knows I also work for
the OSA.

“Oh my god!” she exclaims.  She looks at me worriedly and continues, “Are
you going to be OK?”

With a wry smile, I reply, “I certainly hope so.  I can’t be absolutely
sure, since it appears there is going to be a certain amount of risk, but
this is what the OSA has trained me to do, and I’m good at it.

“I know you can’t tell me the details, but can I know where you are going?”
Nancy still looks concerned, as she knows this is my first mission since
moving to Tokyo.  I see no reason to worry her further by telling her it’s
my first real mission ever.

“Sure, the initial destination is Dubai.  After that, it’ll depend on what
happens there.”

“Do you know how long you’ll be gone?”

“I’m not sure, but I think you should plan on at least a couple weeks.”  I
do real work at BEC and Nancy will have to reassign some of my workload.  I
feel comfortable giving out some of the details to her as she has been
thoroughly checked out by the OSA and can be trusted.

“OK, I won’t ask more, but if can help in any way, let me know.”

I frankly answer, “You know I can’t do that.  Even if it costs me my life,
the OSA must not be compromised.  If I was to contact you in the middle of
a mission, someone might put two and two together.  With all the crap going
on offworld, the OSA is our best hope of avoiding a shooting war and a war
would be a shame.  Aquamarine is far too nice a place to leave unguarded.  
The people here are generally very friendly, trusting and fundamentally,
good, so if I have to die to protect them, it’s no problem.  It may be a
cliché, but the price of freedom is high.”

She smiles and sighs, “I know you can’t contact me, but I want you back.
We’ve gotten closer over the last few months and I don’t want that to end,
as selfish as that sounds.”

Firmly I state, “Don’t worry, I always come back.”  Which is technically
true, since I never been on a mission.  Then I smile, change the subject,
and go on, “I’m going to ask Kasey to check-up on my place while I’m gone. 
He can bring in the mail and take care of my plants.”

“You really like Kasey don’t you?”  I nod and Nancy continues, “Are you in
love with him?”

I start to quickly respond negatively, then check myself and reflect for a
few moments.  “I’m not sure.  I certainly don’t want to marry him, but even
with the large difference in age, we are a first-rate match.  There is an
oneness to us that is hard to explain.”

“Sounds like love to me.” She quips and grins.

“Maybe so,” I say doubtfully.  “When he and I first became an item, we had
a heart-to-heart talk and I told him that when he finds a girl his own age
to be with and dumps me, that it wouldn’t hurt me.  I still think that to
be true.  It will hurt now as, at the least, I grown attached to him.
Nevertheless, I think we would probably be better off with a girl closer to
his age.  Perhaps, it’s one of the reasons we suit each other so well.
Neither of us thinks they own the other.”  I smile at Nancy and say, “It’s
people like Kasey that make Aquamarine and especially Japan such a nice
place to live.  I don’t know if I mentioned it before or not, but he has a
couple close friends, Jody and Kane that hang with us a good deal.  They’re
as good a couple of teenagers as you’ll find.  A little weird sometimes,
but what teen isn’t.”  I giggle, and then to lighten the mood, I let one
leg slip out from under me and hang down.  This causes my dress to shimmy
up some, exposing a good bit of thigh and, I’m sure, a view of my nylon
covered panties from where Nancy sits.

Nancy takes the bait and proceeds to peep up my dress; she’s so cute.  Ever
since the night at the ballet, Nancy and I have been slowly, but steadily
moving towards a relationship.  Nancy has never had a physical or romantic
relationship with a woman before, while I’ve been bi with a slight tilt
toward women since I can remember.  I’ve been careful not to force the
pace, I don’t want to scare her off and she is my boss.  I catch her eye
and giggle, “Thank-you.  I’d hate to think I can only attract youngsters.” 
We both crack up at that and then resume chatting about other things.
Nancy steals an occasional look and to assist her I let my thighs creep
slightly apart.

The door opens; the maid walks in and tells us that dinner is ready.
Fortunately, from her angle, my dress would look only a little high up my
legs.  I slip the other leg off the chair, slip my puppies into my pumps
and get to my feet.  As Nancy passes by, following the maid, I pat her rear
and quietly say, “A little play time later?”

Nancy, who by now is used to my shenanigans just nods her head, colors a
little, then grins.  Trailing the maid, we enter the dining room where
Nancy’s mother and father await us.  Nancy’s parents greet me cordially,
and we all take our places at the table.  The maid departs and returns with
our first course, which is a shrimp curry with coconut over rice.  I ask
for a lager and Nancy and her parents get water.  I like curry and
fortunately, for my tummy, the Dannana family doesn’t have it made highly
spiced, although the beer helps quell a small fire. The curry is followed
by a lentil soup, served with some fresh roti bread.  The soup and bread do
a good job of cleaning the curry flavor off my tongue, so I think I’ll
survive.  Nancy’s dad, who is also a football fan, and I have an animated
discussion on the chances of the Samurais winning the league championship. 
They really don’t have much hope of going far in the playoffs.  Nancy and
her mom are discussing some changes they want to make to the landscaping,
but I don’t pay much attention.  After the soup comes the main course,
cubed lamb also served over rice, very tasty indeed.  I call it a main
course only because it comes third, but the portion is no larger than the
curry and as I pop the last cube into my mouth, washed down by a swallow of
a second lager, my tummy just fills up nicely.  These people certainly know
how to eat and with their own chef probably don’t rely on the system as
much as I do.  Still babbling about football, I relax and allow my pumps to
dangle off my toes as I get a slight buzz from the beer.  A bowl of
rasgulla is brought as dessert to fill in any gaps in our gut.  The
sweetness hits the spot.  Soon after deciding the Samurais, if they’re
serious about a championship, need to get more players from the States,
Nancy’s parents excuse themselves and leave us to ourselves.

For about the last ten minutes, I’ve been playing footsies with Nancy, to
her annoyance.  As soon as her parents leave, she hisses at me, “What the
hell were you doing?  We’d been in trouble if they caught you with your
foot half way up my calf.”  Nancy’s parents are very traditional and don’t
approve of homosexuality.

“I’m sorry, I truly am.  It’s my lack of restraint, I know.  Please don’t
be mad at me,” of course I say all that while giggling half the time.

Nancy, about to chew me out more, stops and starts laughing herself.
“You’re incorrigible.  It’s a good thing you’re such a good employee or I’d
have you drawn and quartered.”

I finish my second beer and grin, “That sounds like it could be fun,” I
slide my stockinged foot back under her caftan and go on, “Is that all I’m
good at?”

Nancy blushes and shushes me.  “Let’s get out of here, before you really do
get me in trouble.”  Once a child always a child, even at fifty-two.

I nod in agreement, slip my feet back into my shoes and we move from the
dining room to her bedroom.  As soon as the door closes behind us, I kiss
her, not forcefully, but softly as an apology for making her worry.  She is
stiff for a second, and then forgives me, softens her lips and
reciprocates.  The tips of our tongues dance together, without entering the
other’s mouth.

Sighing slightly, Nancy comments, “If six months ago someone had told me
that I’d be kissing a woman, like I just kissed you, I would have said they
were nuts.  I know that, in general, the whole world finds homosexuality no
different than heterosexuality, but I was raised in a family that thought
and still thinks otherwise.”  She hugs me a little tighter.  “I don’t know
how you broke that barrier, but I’m glad you did.”

I rest my head on her bosom and seriously reply, “I didn’t break the
barrier.  You did.  If you hadn’t been mentally ready to be this close with
a woman, nothing I did would have made the slightest difference.  All I was
and am, is friendly; oh, and generally good-natured.”  I pinch her butt and
laugh.  “Don’t over analyze.  Do you enjoy our playtime?”  I cup an ass
cheek as she nods, “Then we can let it develop naturally, we’re certainly
not going to have kids, so it is play, and playtime has always been my
favorite time.”  I give her butt a couple gentle squeezes and finish, “Even
back in elementary school, recess was much loved.  So, please, no more
serious stuff tonight, OK?”

Nancy smiles and nods her head strongly, then wonders aloud, “Has anyone
ever turned you down?”

I giggle like a maniac and slap her rear, she flinches as I say, “Too damn
serious, but yes.  I wasn’t always like I am now.  Now shut up,” which I
ensure by pressing my lips to hers again.  Nancy has a love seat in her
room, an aptly named piece of furniture, which we move to and continue
necking.  Nancy is so much better than she was at first, seldom hesitant
and often inventive.  Like now.

She quietly says to me, “I’m feeling a little body conscious tonight, so
I’d like us to stay dressed.”

Then, she slips her hand under my dress and in a twinkling, her hand is
stroking my hose and panty covered kitty, surprising me with her
aggressiveness, and turning me on with her touch.  I love how the panties
don’t block the sensations as most would and I open my legs to facilitate
her contact.  I was going to kick off my pumps, but in the spirit of the
night, I keep them on.  I go after her boobs and discover a second
surprise.  She is braless, that’s a first.  After I start fondling her, she
beams, and never ceasing her petting of me, she kisses me.  Our tongues
intertwine, but like with our clothes tonight, they stay shallow simply
playing.  I’m amazed at how excited and turned on I am getting.  Who would
have thought that clothed sex could be so much fun?  I actually have a
small climax and Nancy wryly observes, “Naughty girl, you get in a lather
so easy,” and continues her assault on my privates.

I give her nipple, which has gotten good and hard, a little pinch and then
softly squeeze both her breasts.  She closes her eyes and starts breathing
faster.  We must make an interesting tableau, at our age looking and
sounding like a couple of high school girls.  She’s bringing me to the edge
again and I can tell she is close herself.  She loves having her bottom
touched, so I switch one hand down there and fondle her bum.  I light off a
second time and Nancy stops stoking me as I kiss her.  Without direct
genital contact, a few minutes later, Nancy shudders and cums.  She’s
become much more of a sexual being during the last few months.

We take a short break and then restart our petting session, as it has been
too much fun to stop now.  Neither of us has any more orgasms, but the
feelings are so pleasurable that cumming is not necessary for us to enjoy
the playtime.  At length we decide that playtime is over and with a last
kiss we bring to a close our night together.  I tell Nancy, “I enjoyed that
way more than I would have thought.”

“So did I.  I was apprehensive at first, but discovered that although the
sensations were different, it was all good.”

We stand up, I smooth my dress out and she walks me to the front door.  She
retrieves my jacket from the hall closet and as I put it on she says,
“Please be careful.”  After taking a quick look around, she gives me a
quick kiss.

I tell her, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of this skin, I’ve grown used
to it.”  I laugh my signature giggle and take my leave, waving to her as I
drive away.  It’s after 0100 when I get home and as I am dumping my clothes
on the floor, I decide the shower can wait for the morning.  Nude, as
people were meant to be, I crawl into bed and very shortly Mr. Sandman has
done his job and I am out cold.

Chapter 2 – Kasey Stays the Night

I must have been really tired as it’s nearly 1030 when my eyes open.  I lie
stretching a while, planning the day, and then go into the bathroom and
shower.  I dry off, go into the kitchen and make breakfast, which I eat
while watching the news.  As has become traditional, I spend the next
couple hours cleaning my home.  Such things as the food system, furniture,
carpets, etc. are self-cleaning, but I still have to pick up and put away
my clothes, do laundry and at least turn on the loaded dishwasher.  I check
for any updates from the OSA concerning the mission (there are none) and
spend thirty minutes working on my flexibility.  I am very flexible; maybe
not quite Cirque du Soleil, but still good and I make sure I stay that way.
It’s a little after 1400 when all is done.

I settle into my armchair and call Hanako, Kasey’s mother.  I’m a little
nervous, for I’m about to ask for the loan of her son.

“Hello Cathy, how are you,” Hanako answers brightly.  “Kasey is out at the
convenience store right now getting a few things for me.  I can tell him
you called if you’d like.

“I’m doing well.  I didn’t call to talk to Kasey, but with you.”  Skipping
more pleasantries, I get right to the subject.  “I have a request.
Starting Tuesday, I’m going to be out of town for some time.  Would it be
all right with you if I invited Kasey to stay here tonight?  I promise to
get him to school on time tomorrow.”

A silence ensues on the other end, and just when I start to worry, Hanako
cheerfully replies, “Certainly, it would be fine with me.  I know you’re
older than Kasey, he has said so himself, but I believe you have his
interests at heart.”

“Thank-you, Hanako.  If you want to know, I will tell you my age,” I offer.

“No, I don’t need to know.”  I breathe a sigh of relief.  “Your influence
on Kasey has been all good.  He’s more cheerful, energetic, helpful, and
does his homework on Saturdays instead of putting it off.   Hell, even his
complexion is better.  Just remember, he’s my only son.”  She speaks from
her heart.  It gives me more insight into Kasey as well.

“Don’t worry.  I think the world of Kasey and would never hurt him.”  Which
I hope is still true after my mission.

“I think you do or I wouldn’t have agreed.  I do appreciate your asking as
well.  Do you want me to have Kasey call you or will you call back?”

“Have Kasey call me.  No point in my missing him and I don’t want to
interrupt his shopping for you.”

I turn on a football game and trying not to be impatient, I wait for
Kasey’s call.  About forty minutes later my cell rings and it is Kasey.  I
pick it up and greet him.

“Hello Cathy, my mom said you called?”

“Yes, I did.  If you’re not going to be busy later, I wondered if you might
like to come over and then spend the night here?”  I put all the cuteness I
have into the tone of my voice.  It’s not as if I expect him to refuse, I
just want to let him know that the choice is his, but that I want him here.

I hear a slight gasp on the other end, and then he responds, “I would love
to if my mom OKs it.  I have school tomorrow so she might not.”

“Tell her I’ll drive you to school and won’t keep you up,” I giggle, “too
late.”

“OK, hang on a sec.”  I hear a muffled conversation and then a clear
‘really?’  He comes back on and says, “It’s OK.”  It sounds like he almost
doesn’t believe his own words.  “I’ll make up a small bag of stuff I’ll
need in the morning, bring my bookbag and a lunch to put in your frig.
Then I’ll catch a bus and should be at your place by 1640.”

“Cool, but you don’t need to bring your lunch.  I’ll make you a bento in
the morning.”

As it sinks in that it’s really happening, Kasey cannot contain the joy in
his voice, “OK, I’ll tell mom.  See you soon, good-bye.”

After hanging up, I check the time.  It’s a little after 1500, so I return
to watching the game.  He doesn’t know it, but I’m going to meet him at the
bus stop.  It’s only a ten-minute walk from here.  I do a quick weather
check, it’s eighteen degrees, so I won’t need to bundle up.  I watch the
game until about fifteen minutes before the hour, and then I go get
dressed.  I choose a navy blue frilly dress, with short sleeves and a scoop
neck.  As it has a soft full lining, it doesn’t need a slip and Kasey will
like that it comes only half way down my thighs.  I think about wearing
thigh-high nylons, but decide on sheer black pantyhose instead.  It’s a bit
breezy out and I don’t want to have to worry about exposing myself.  I go
with the black bra and panty set and black Mary Janes with seven-centimeter
heels.  After applying my make-up, which consists of light-blue eyeshadow
and pink lipstick, I’m ready to go in plenty of time to meet his bus.  At
the entryway, I slip on the Mary Janes, buckle them, and grab my leather
jacket to protect me from the wind and start walking to the bus stop.  It’s
in the opposite direction to my usual one, but I arrive with several
minutes to spare.  No one is waiting and I have the bench to myself.  About
five minutes later, Kasey’s bus arrives and off he steps, bookbag in hand
and overnight bag slung over his shoulder.  He looks both surprised and
pleased to see me.

“Cathy, you didn’t have to come.”  He ventures.

“I know.  I trust you to find my home, but I wanted to walk with you.”

“Cool.  I like the dress, it looks good on you.”

“Thanks, flattery will get you places.” I giggle.  Settling his bag on his
shoulder, we start walking toward my home.   Not wanting to hinder him, I
stroll along beside him and we chat.  He is easy to be with.  He laughs
easily, is not sensitive to small mistakes in meaning, is intelligent and
is caring of people around him, not just me.  I once skipped on ahead
knowing my dress would fly up a little, exposing a good deal of my thighs. 
He laughs and when he catches up to me, he flips my dress up high enough to
reveal my panties.  I giggle and slap his hand away, “Naughty boy, what if
someone sees?”  This is how we are together; neither takes things too
seriously.

We get to my home and go inside.  He drops his bags off just inside on the
entryway, I hang my jacket and then we turn to each other and smooch.  He
leaves his bookbag in the entryway; he won’t need it today.  He picks up
the other bag, I slip off my Mary Janes, carry them, and we go into the
bedroom where I deposit my shoes in the closet and he leaves his
overnighter next to the bed on the floor.  We travel back to the living
room arm in arm and I put on some music I know he likes, bending over in
the process so he can see my butt.  I straighten up, pad over to where he
is standing, give him a big smile and ask, “It’s a little early for dinner,
what would you like to do?”  I smile wickedly.

He doesn’t directly respond, but moves behind me and starts to unzip my
dress.  I consider stopping him, then choose not to, after all this is why
I invited him.  After unzipping it, he smoothly slides it off my shoulders
and with a small wriggle by me; it falls in a heap around my ankles.  I
feel him reaching for my bra strap, only this time, I turn round before he
can undo it, wrap my arms around him and start French kissing him.  He gets
the message, stops trying to remove my bra and concentrates on kissing me. 
He really is a good kisser when he concentrates.  My pussy decides it’s
time to lube up, even though I have no intention of letting things go that
far right now.  I break off the kiss, take a step back and say, “No need to
hurry, we have plenty of time.  Besides, don’t you like this look?”  I
twirl around, showing off my black bra, panties and those special very
sheer black pantyhose.

His eyes following my every move, he replies, “Well, I am a bit extra horny
for some reason.  I do love what you have on though.  I don’t think I’ve
seen you in all black before, it suits you well.”

I give his statement a few moments of thought, “Extra horny, huh?  Maybe I
can do something about that without taking off anymore clothes.”  I
remember the previous night with Nancy and know now that keeping clothes on
can be sexually stimulating too.  I take his hand and lead him to the
couch.  While he is standing, I kneel, undo his belt, unsnap his pants,
unzip his fly and tug his pants down.  He’s wearing boxers under his pants.
I indicate he should sit and I reach for the opening in his boxers.  I
think he expects me to jerk him off as I have done before, but I have a
surprise for him.  After I have extracted his penis from his shorts,
instead of sliding my hand along it, I lean forward and take the head of
his cock into my mouth.  He jerks slightly and I hear a sharp intake of
breath as my tongue makes contact with the tip of his dick.

We’ve not had oral sex before and I think he might have gotten the idea
that it was something I didn’t do.  Silly boy.  In actuality, by chance, we
had only never gotten around to it before.  It had been too public or the
other things had been too much fun for the matter even to come up, so-to-
speak.  I slide my tongue around the head of his cock, slipping it in and
out of my lips, sucking gently.  Almost immediately, pre-cum starts to
dribble out, I lick it off and more follows.  He ‘is’ extra horny.  I don’t
want him cumming with only his head in my mouth and I can tell, as he tries
to prevent his hips from involuntarily thrusting at me, that he is going to
cum quickly.  Accordingly, I slowly suck more and more of his penis into my
mouth, as his pre-cum continues to leak out.  I deep throat him with my
tongue working over the bottom of his penis.  A few seconds later, he
stiffens, a soft moan escapes him and he ejaculates into my throat.  I let
the first few spurts go right into my throat, then pull back some so that
the rest is ejaculated into my mouth.  I have to swallow several times
before he runs out of semen.  Every man’s semen tastes a little different. 
I like the taste of cum, but I must say that Kasey has the best tasting cum
yet.  Carefully avoiding rubbing the head, knowing how sensitive it gets
right after orgasm, I wait for Kasey’s cock to soften before letting it
slide, nice and clean, out from in-between my lips.  I smile proudly up at
him.

Kasey sighs and caresses my hair, “God, that was fantastic.  Sex with you
keeps getting better.  Does it ever stop?”

Giggling, I retort, “Not if I can help it.”

Kasey smiles, then looks a little guilty and says, “But, I haven’t done
anything for you.”

Again, I giggle, “If you could test here,” pointing at my panty and
pantyhose covered crotch, “You’d know that’s wrong.  I am excited.  I get
turned on giving blowjobs, the feeling I get from your dick exploding is
very pleasurable.  So don’t worry about trying to balance things out, it is
a losing cause.  If you’ll either pull your pants back up or lose them,
I’ll go get dinner started.”  Kasey decides to join me in partial undress
and leaves his jeans behind.

He follows me to the kitchen and watches me get the system making dinner.
It makes me feel good that he still likes to watch.  He helps me set the
table and by the time we’re done with that and we’ve gotten our drinks, the
meal is ready.  It’s a light meal of fried fish and ramen with vegetables. 
I have a glass of light white wine and serve Kasey a Coke.  I programmed a
citrus sorbet to be dessert.  While we’re eating, I break the news about my
trip to Dubai.

“Kasey, on Tuesday I’ll be flying to Dubai, Persia on a business trip.  I
don’t know exactly how long I’ll be gone, but I expect it be something more
than two weeks.”  He looks disappointed.  “I’m sorry I have to go, but
business is business and I’m hoping to pull so much sperm out of you
tonight that you’ll be good till I get back.”  He and I crack up and I
shoot a little water out my nose, which cracks us up even more.  “I need a
favor while I’m gone.  Can you come over every few days and check on the
place, take in my mail, and take care of the plants?  I’ll program the palm
pad for twenty-four hour access for you before I go.”

Kasey responds, “Of course I’ll keep an eye on the place, it’s not even a
question.”

“Thank-you.  As far as having anyone else here with you, I’ll trust your
judgment.  But, try not to burn the place down.”  I giggle as always.

“Don’t worry; the place will be in perfect shape when you get back.”

“Oh ya, if you run into a problem, the couple next door will try to help
you out.  They’re good people.  I’ll let them know you’ll be in and out.
We don’t want you getting arrested do we?”  We both crack up again.

We finish dinner and I tell Kasey to leave everything, “I’ll clean it up
tomorrow since I’m not going to work.”  Then I smile shyly and ask, “Would
you like another blowjob?  I have a special cut of a scene from a
sexecution video that might interest you.”

He actually stutters, “Wo… wo… would I?  Sure, I mean, of course, um, yes!”

I start laughing so hard I nearly fall out of my chair, and while at first
embarrassed, Kasey soon joins in.  I hope he doesn’t find my replacement
any time soon.

“I’ll meet you at the couch.”  I get up, go into the study and get the disk
I had in mind.  I slip it into the player and it autostarts.  I get the
remote and pause the playback right after the splash screen.  Kasey is
sitting on the couch.  I tell him, “Can you remove your boxers?  I like to
look too and they get in the way a little.  In turn I’ll trade you my bra.”
For some reason I’m particularly happy tonight and I giggle like a
schoolgirl.

Kasey stands and slides his boxers down and kicks them off.  Even while
being a nerd, Kasey has never been body shy around me.  I turn my back to
him and he unhooks my bra.  I turn around and let it slide off my shoulders
and down my arms revealing my boobies.  Kasey sits down; I kneel between
his legs and take his still soft penis in my hands.  Stroking it gently, I
tell him to start the playback, and then I lower my mouth over his dick,
taking the whole thing into my mouth at the start.  I feel Kasey put down
the remote and then gasp.  Simultaneously, his cock begins rapidly
hardening in my mouth.  I gently lick it all over and start a sliding in
and out motion as if my mouth is a pussy.

Kasey sputters, “Holy smokes, that’s you, Cathy!”  I nod, but don’t stop
giving head.  The scene he is watching is the scene from Denise’s
sexecution of her and I doing it with the eels in the cave.  He is fully
hard and extended now.  Another plus to his cock’s length is I can deep
throat it without needing to suppress my gag response.  I pull out to the
head and lick it all over, a little pre-cum appears and disappears down my
throat.  I’m sure getting my protein today.  I slowly slide him in to full
depth, have the very base of my tongue massage the base of his head and
then applying mild suction, I pull back to where his head is just in my
mouth.  The tip of my tongue explores the meatus, which is leaking his pre-
cum.  Then the cycle starts over again.  Soon, he starts twitching a little
and I hear him quietly say, “Three?!”

Just like Denise, he finds that amazing.  I detect the signs that he’s
going to cum again soon.  I pick up the pace a smidgen and prepare for
another mouthful as he shudders and delivers another load of semen to my
mouth, perhaps a bit less than last time, but no less tasty.  I suck him
dry and swallow every drop, as his cock gradually deflates in my mouth.  I
let it slip out, and then cuddle up next to him on the couch and watch the
last part of the scene with him.  Watching it here, I too am astounded that
I was able to fit three of those eels in me without pain.

Most guys lose interest, at least temporarily, after cumming, but as I
observed before, Kasey doesn’t.  He doesn’t stay hard, and can’t get it
back up right away, but his interest remains.  As if to demonstrate that,
his attention on the video persists and he starts fondling my breasts as
soon as they’re in range.  He had better be prepared to give me a good
fucking later if he is going to start me up that way.

The scene ends as Denise and I leave the cave and Kasey comments, “Wow,
that was amazing.  There are definitely sides to you I didn’t suspect.  By
the way, you said that was from a sexecution.  Since you are obviously
still with us does that mean…”   He trails off as he detects a wave of
sorrow pass across my face.

I smile at him, a little sadly and answer the unfinished question, “Yes,
the other girl was the victim.  Her name is Denise and she was a good
friend of mine.”

“I’m so sorry; I should have been more sensitive.  I know I’d hate to lose
a friend.”  Kasey looks a little troubled knowing that he got excited and
even orgasmed into the friend of the victim.

I brighten and say, “Don’t worry about it.  I chose the video because I
thought it would turn you on.  Denise did not hate what happened to her.
In fact, the whole event turned out to be a fantasy of hers.  She enjoyed
it right to the end and so did I.  I miss her, but I don’t mourn her.  So
be happy.  Hell, I even have a special cut of the whole thing, made just
for me, that I’ve enjoyed watching.  If you’re good, I’ll watch it with you
someday.”  I giggle my distinctive giggle and tickle him.

He squirms away, grabs my hands to protect him, and then wrestles with me,
‘til I allow him to pin me to the couch.  He kisses me, and releases me,
returning to the video for a moment.  “When I saw the third eel make its
way into you, I thought I was going to cum on the spot.  How did it ever
fit?”

I laugh, “If babies can make their way out, it’s really not that surprising
those eels could make their way in.  I confess that it was a stretch
though.  But, not much more of a stretch than you provide.”

Kasey turns a little red, but can’t hide a small expression of pride, “Um,
I hope I’m not too big.”

I giggle again and slip my fingers loosely around his cock and reply, “No,
you’re not.  To be candid, you fit me better than anyone ever has.”

He turns even redder and changing the subject asks, “Could I get something
to drink and it’s almost 1930.  There’s a show on TV I’d like to see if
that’s OK.”

I allow him to escape without any more embarrassment.  “Sure, what would
you like?  Also at 2000, I usually watch an anime.  Let’s get a little
mindless entertainment in.”  He wants a Coke and I get myself an Orange
Soda.   As I come back from the kitchen, I find Kasey has stripped off his
shirt and t-shirt and waits for me naked.  It’s nice to have a boyfriend
that’s not shy and doesn’t think I have to be naked first.  I think about
removing my panties and hose, but choose to keep them on for the time
being.  They’re comfortable and Kasey seems to like me this way, or he’d
already made efforts to get them off me.  We huddle together, I slip my
legs under me, and we watch the shows.  Kasey absent-mindedly strokes my
thighs, sometimes gripping my hose and tugging them away from my legs a
tad.  I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it, but it confirms my
decision to leave them on.  I lean against him lightly.  We drink our
drinks and make comments about the shows and the typically dumb
advertisements they have in-between.

After the shows are over, I ask him, “What time do you have to be at school
tomorrow?”

“Usually not until 0900, but we are preparing for the school play and I
need to be there by 0800.”

“Fine, I’m up around 0600 so we won’t even have to change the alarm.”

Kasey looks at me and realizes once again that he’ll be sleeping with me
tonight.  As though they are his, which for all practical purpose they are,
he places a hand on my breast and while massaging it, says, “I want to
thank-you for everything.  I am as happy as I ever have been.”  He blushes
and goes on, “I have to admit I was surprised when mom said I could stay.
Maybe she notices too.”

Twisting slightly to aid him make easy contact, I venture, “Perhaps.
Kasey, I once thought that we are a good fit in spite of our age
difference.  I understand now that we are a good fit, period.  Our ages
have nothing to do with it, so I want to thank you too.”  I take his head
between my hands and softly, but firmly plant a kiss on his lips.  No
tongue, just a kiss to seal our bonding.  Kasey comprehends the meaning and
returns the kiss in the same way.  I think back to what Nancy said.  Maybe
it is love.

We break off smiling broadly at each other, and like with Denise, there is
no need for a confession.  He knows and I know of our joint ownership, it
doesn’t have to be spelled out.

I ask, “How long has it been since you took a bath with a girl?” and
giggle.

He looks thoughtful for a second, “Probably when I was around four or five
with my mom.  I can’t ever recall taking a bath with my sisters.”

“So it’s been a while.  How about taking one with me?”

Laughing a little he says, “Of course, sounds like fun.  Your tub is pretty
big if I recall correctly.”

Rising to my feet I say, “Yep, big enough to just about swim in.”  With
Kasey in tow, I pad off to my bedroom.  Once there, I slip out of my
pantyhose and suggest he might want to remove my panties.  Grinning, he
slips his hands into my panties and levers them down my legs, while I
giggle at his technique.

We go into the bathroom and he starts showering off while I get the tub
filling with hot water.  I get him to wet me down, and then I sit on the
stool and start soaping up.  I don’t like people washing me and Kasey
doesn’t offer, reading the signals correctly.  Once we’re both soaped up,
we rinse each other off, and then climb into the tub.  My bathtub is one of
the things I like best about my home; it’s sixty centimeters deep and
plenty big enough for two people.  When I want them, I can turn water jets
or aerators on.  We splash around a little, I turn the water jets on low,
then sliding between his legs, I lean my back against his chest and we
relax for a good soak.  At least I do.  Kasey can’t keep his hands off my
breasts, not that I blame him.  I think I have pretty good boobies, if I do
say so myself.  Soon, the warm water even gets Kasey to relax and for half
an hour or so we sit still while the water circulates around us.

Kasey gets a little restless and I suggest we get out.  We step out, grab
some towels and wipe ourselves dry.  Leaving a towel wrapped around my head
to pull more moisture out of my hair, we go into the bedroom.  Not wanting
him to feel awkward for even a moment I crawl into bed and patting it,
invite him to join me, which with alacrity he does.  Lying next to each
other, we chat about various things as we both softly stroke the other’s
thigh and abdomen.  Soon, I decide my hair is as dry as the towel is going
to make it, unwrap it and toss it on the floor.  Kasey takes that as a
signal that I’m ready for action, which I am.  He rolls partly on me and
kisses me.  This time it’s no bonding kiss, but an I want to boff you kiss.
I am equally willing and my tongue tells him so.  His penis rises speedily
to the occasion

I spread my legs and quietly say, “Why wait?”

He takes the hint and grips my calves, raises my legs into the air and
effortlessly slides his baby maker into me.  My always (nearly) wet furrow
accepts him gratefully and for a few minutes all one can hear are the
sounds from our making love, a nice wet squishy sound.  My vagina is
sending messages of delight to my brain and any other part of me that will
listen.  His pace is such that I know he won’t last long, but neither will
I.  I have yet to cum today, but have been excited one way or another since
he came over.  I actually beat him to the punch and orgasm in mid-stroke.
I moan and I feel my glove clamp down on his tool as I squirm and wriggle
under his assault.  He plunges in to full depth and his abdomen caresses my
clitoris, triggering a second orgasm as he withdraws his tool, just to
plunge in again.  I hear myself going, “Oh my… oh my…” followed by more
moaning.  A couple strokes later, he slows with his head just inside the
entrance to my cunt and just as he slowly slides in, he sighs softly and I
feel him ejaculate into me.  He continues his thrust as he cums in me, and
I feel his spurts hitting different parts of my pussy.  It’s a unique
feeling, the warmth being spread into me by his still moving cockhead.
It’s as if he’s painting the inside of my vagina with his cum.  It’s lovely
and another small orgasm overtakes me.  He holds me and kisses me softly as
his penis softens and slips out of me without a sound.  His semen pools
deep in me, his sperm hunting for an egg, which they won’t find.  Now
that’s what I call a good boff.

We snuggle together, gently running our fingers over each other’s body.
Kasey is very slim, but he is well toned and his muscles feel solid.  We
chat a little about Jody and Kane.  They’re doing well together and have
been good friends to us; we are becoming known around the school as the
four musketeers.  I wonder what they’d say if they knew one of those
musketeers was old enough to be their mother.  I make up my mind that when
I get back from Dubai, I need to tell Kasey my age.  He’s never expressed
curiosity about it, but he should know before we get any more involved.

Kasey props himself up on one elbow and scans my body, smiling a little to
himself and then he goes for my breasts again, running his fingertips over
and around my nipples.  Pleased that he appears up for another round, I
comment, “I noticed that smile, a penny for your thoughts.”

He smiles again, more broadly this time, lets his hand drift down toward my
genitals and says, “I was just thinking how nice your body is and how I
have so much fun with it.”  I giggle proudly, he looks a little pensive and
continues earnestly, “I’ve never done it and I don’t know how, but I would
like to do something like you did for me earlier.”  He colors slightly and
looks shy for a change.

I consider telling him he doesn’t need to, that I am fine with what he
already does.  However, something about the way he asks and his look tells
me that he honestly wants to do it.  Therefore, I say, “Thank-you Kasey, I
really appreciate your offer and I will get you started.  The best way to
learn is practice.  Girls like having oral sex done to them as much as boys
like blowjobs.”

He grins cheerfully, “Well then, prepare for some enjoyment, cause I sure
loved those blowjobs.”

I giggle and reply, “OK.  There are lots of ways to give me oral sex, but
tonight we’ll try just one.  I’ll lie on my back, spread my legs, bent at
the knees, and put my feet on the bed.  You get in-between my legs with
your head up by my naughty bits.  Then start licking.”  I giggle again and
finish, “I mean that.  Lick my inner thighs, and the area around my pussy
as well as the main site.  Let’s get into position and I’ll give you a few
more pointers.  Don’t be worried if things don’t go perfectly.  It’s only
your first try.”

As he moves into position, I bend my legs and spread them widely, another
good reason to be so flexible.  I give him a pillow and suggest he support
his torso on it, it’ll help him not tire his neck.  Kasey gets set and I
can feel a light breath on my cunt.  He stares at me, seeing me in a way
he’s not before.  “Take your fingers and gently spread my lips open.  When
using your fingers, hand or even tongue down there, always be as gentle as
you can, unless I indicate otherwise.  I have a massive number of nerves in
that area and can be very sensitive.”  He does exactly as I say and very
gently spreads my labial lips apart.  “Near the bottom of that slit is the
hole you’re quite familiar with, my vagina.  At the top is a hooded looking
bump.  Under that hood is my clitoris.  Be super soft when touching my clit
till you learn what is working best at any one time.  In between is a small
hole where my pee comes out; I’ll try not to pee on you.”  We both laugh,
breaking the tension somewhat.

“Start by taking a finger and sliding it into my vagina.”  I feel Kasey
tentatively introduce one of his fingers into my vagina and pushes it
slowly in to the third knuckle.  It’s not the first time he’s had a finger
in me, but it’s the first time he’s thought about it.  I am wet so it
slides in easily.  He moves it around a bit, exploring with a curious look
on his face.  “How does it feel?” I ask.

“Wow it’s so cool.  Your tunnel fits so closely are my finger that it’s
hard to believe my dick actually fits.”

“It’s pretty elastic and you can feel how wet I am.  Without that
lubricant, your dick would cause me pain instead of pleasure.  Some girls
don’t get as wet as I do or as easily so keep that in mind.”  He nods his
understanding and I go on, “Normally if we’re doing this spontaneously, you
should approach my cunt gradually, licking, sucking and kissing many other
places first, breasts, thighs, anything.  I’m not like a guy where going
straight for the cock works wonders, usually going straight for the
clitoris is a not good idea.  Tonight however, is different.  I’m already
turned on by all of our previous contact, so I suggest you go ahead and
lick my slit.  Start at the bottom and quickly work your way to my clit.
Last hint, the actual clit is under the hood so you’ll have to find it.
Enough talk, let’s see some action.”

Kasey slips his finger out of me and next I feel his tongue start sliding
in-between my labial lips.  He starts lapping up some of my secretions and
licks his way up my vulva.  The pressure is about right and I roll my hips
slightly giving him a better angle.  I happily sigh; I can already tell
he’s going to be good at this.  I can’t remember the last man that gave me
good oral sex; it was years ago.  Encouraged, Kasey licks a little side to
side and pokes the tip of his tongue just a tiny bit into my urethra.  I’m
a little startled by that, but it feels good, a little strange, but good so
I moan a little as a signal.  He continues upward and his tongue is now
licking my clitoral hood.  I say, “Just a little more pressure.”  He
presses slightly harder and starts licking both up and down and side-to-
side and my love button is starting to feel pleasant and as if it was a
mini-dick stands up, just a little, and pokes out from under the hood.
Kasey notices and starts licking it with the tip of his tongue, as hard as
he was doing to the hood.  I jerk away from the sensory overload and
comment, as gently as I can, “Too hard, take it easy on that little guy.”

Kasey replies, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“No problem, it takes practice.  The first time I tried to give a blowjob,
I bit the guy.”  We both laugh, and then Kasey tries again.  He keeps at it
for maybe half an hour, but he either is too hard or too light, has the
wrong rhythm or changes his actions at just the wrong time.  I get close a
couple of times, but we don’t quite get there.

Finally, he gives up, “I’m really sorry Cathy, but my jaw and tongue have
had it.”

Sympathetically I say, “It’s fine Kasey, you’ll get it right soon and have
me screaming for mercy.  I am pleased you made the effort.  Now come up
here and let me kiss you.  You know you owe me another pounding by that
magnificent tool of yours.”  He slithers over my body, rubbing his love
muscle along my leg and thigh.  I can feel it hardening as he moves and I
get some serious pleasure just knowing that the thought of doing me is
enough to get him up.  He kisses me and invites my tongue into his mouth as
he pushes against my inner thigh with his fully inflated invader.  While we
continue French kissing, I maneuver my body so that instead of my thigh,
it’s my cunt he hits with one of his pushes.  He is not expecting me to do
that and he has been pretty forceful against my thigh, so his cock plunges
into my vagina right up to the hilt in one stroke.  His eyes pop open and
he starts to apologize, but never gets the chance.  I thrust my pelvis at
him and he comprehends the meaning and starts thrusting in and out a good
deal more vigorously than usual.  If a pounding is what I want, a pounding
is what I get.  I squeeze hard around his dick; my vaginal walls grip his
cock and move with it, allowing it to slide only when they must.  The
sensation as his wide-body weapon lays the pipe to me is incredible.  We
thrust at each other making audible impacts, we moan, make all sorts of
squishy noises and pant like dogs, but don’t stop.  I can tell that I’m not
going to orgasm this time, my clit is not in the mood, but the passion of
our lovemaking makes me not care.  My whole body, not just my genitals is
enjoying this.  Without warning, he slams into me and abruptly starts
filling me with cum.  I think it caught him by surprise as well.  I wrap my
legs around his back and lock us together as my honeypot is warmed by his
semen one more time.

I kiss him softly, thanking him and releasing him from our lock.  His penis
slides out of me followed by a dribble of cum.  With two loads in me,
there’s going to be a wet spot on the bed tonight, but I don’t care.  This
is how sex should be.  I cuddle up to him and say, “This is why I like sex
so much with you; it makes my entire body feel good.”

Kasey blushes and responds, “I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun is
so short a time.  I remember our first time.  I didn’t think it could be
better than that.  I sure was wrong.  When does it stop getting better?”

“Silly boy, It doesn’t have to, it hasn’t for me yet.  We’ve hardly begun
to explore all the possibilities.  As an example, I have one hole yet you
haven’t even touched yet.”

Kasey’s eyes get big and round, “You mean…”

“Yep, anal sex is fun too, you’ll see.  The ways of turning each other on
are almost infinite.  Watch.”  As he watches, bug-eyed, I reach down
between my legs, insert a couple fingers into my cunt and scoop out some of
his semen.  I bring the semen, mixed with my own fluids, to my mouth,
insert my fingers, suck and lick them clean.  His dick twitches and tries
to rise to the occasion.  I playfully tap it and say, “Naughty boy, no more
for you tonight.”  Then I look at Kasey and finish, “See what I mean.”

He closes his mouth, gulps and answers, “I think so.  I’m even sorrier now
that you’re going away.”

I giggle, which has definitely become my trademark and say, “Take the time
to put your imagination to work.”  I look at the clock, it’s 2330.  “I
think it’s time we called it a night.  I’m going to get some water for my
nightstand and I need to visit the bathroom, would you like some water
too?”

“Ya, and I gotta go too.”

“Go ahead while I’m fetching the water.”  I get the water, do my business
and crawl back into bed with Kasey.  It’s also been too long since I slept
with someone, Denise was the last and I’m glad the next is Kasey.  I
snuggle up to him and drape an arm over him.  “Oyasuminasai.”

“Oyasuminasai.”  In short order we are both fast asleep.

The alarm goes off at 0600 and I poke Kasey awake.  He looks at me
surprised, then remembers and smiles.  I kiss him and say, “Good morning.
How do you feel?”

“I feel great!” he exclaims.   “You know, this is the first time I’ve ever
slept with another person.  It’s rather nice.”

“I’m glad you like it, I do too.  Maybe it’s like being back with our
mothers when we were little.”  I roll on to my back, slide my hand down to
my privates and start softly playing with them.

Kasey notices, raises his eyebrows slightly, laughs lightly, and comments,
“Don’t you ever stop?”

I laugh too, don’t stop, but reply, “Well, yes I do, but I do this every
morning.  It reminds me to not take the rest of the day too seriously, so
if you’ll shut-up; I have some masturbating to do.”  I smile and Kasey, as
expected, doesn’t get offended.  He watches me for a while; I close my
eyes, fondle my breast with one hand and work on my clitoris with the
other, occasionally slipping a finger into my vagina to pick-up some lube. 
I feel the bed move a little and crack my eyes open for a look.  Kasey has
lain down and is jerking himself off.  I chuckle and comment, “That’s the
way, but for full effect, you can’t let yourself cum.”  He nods and I
return to my cunt, working myself to the edge of orgasm, letting it fade
and then bringing myself to the edge again.  I peer over at Kasey again and
he is breathing fast and is having trouble restraining himself, then he
takes his hand away and lies there with his eyes closed.  I go into full
stealth mode, silently move my head over his still upright cock, and
swallow it right down to the base, my nose bumping into Kasey’s abdomen.
With maximum friction and suction, I move my tongue furiously against the
bottom of its head.  Kasey’s eyes fly open and about two seconds later, he
ejaculates.  He doesn’t stand a chance.  I slurp down his semen and pull
off of his cock, lick my lips and smile, “A protein drink in the morning is
good for you.”  Looking totally astonished at what I had just done, he
starts laughing so hard I think he is going to have a hernia.  I join in
the laughter and we wrestle around on the bed for a few minutes.  He gets
in a couple of good squeezes of my boobs and buttocks before we rest and I
make an attempt to pull his cock off.

Laughing and breathing hard, we lie there together for a few more minutes,
then I point out that it’s getting toward 0700 and we ought to get up and
going.  While Kasey is showering and getting dressed, I pad off to the
kitchen and make us both breakfast.  I also make him the bento I promised. 
We chat and eat, and then I throw on a slip-on skirt and a top, going
commando, and grab my sneakers.  He gets his bookbag and we leave.  On the
way to school, I tell him I’ll collect his stuff, repack his overnighter
and he can pick it up while I am gone.

I get out of the car in front of his school, looking a little disheveled I
am sure, and go around to his side of the car, give him a little skirt flip
and kiss him good-bye in front of the few students that are in early.  I
tell him, “Take care of my place and yourself.  I’ll give you a call as
soon as I get back.”

Kasey responds, “I will.  Have a nice trip.  Bye.”  He doesn’t even look
flustered at the public display; he is learning quickly.

“Bye-bye.”  We wave as he heads off to school and I head home to get ready
for my mission.

Chapter 3 – To Dubai, Persia

I’m home by 0830 and decide to take a little nap.  I doubt I’ll sleep worth
a damn tonight so I’ll get it in now.  I fall asleep quickly and sleep ‘til
nearly 1200.  I wake up well rested, do some stretching and then clean the
place up.  Then I make a light lunch for some energy.  I pack Kasey’s stuff
and leave his overnight bag just off of the entryway.

Then I start packing my gear.  I take two bags, one to check and a carry
on.  Fortunately, the OSA booked me a first class seat, so the trip will be
relaxing.  Coach isn’t bad these days, but there’s nothing like first
class, especially on Nippon Aerospace Service (NAS).  From my study closet,
I retrieve my reconnaissance gear, although there is nothing that can’t be
used in a normal way if I should be questioned in Dubai.  Only spaceports
nowadays have customs.  My black body stocking that brings back so many
memories is one of the first items to go in.  I don’t expect to be using it
this trip, but its special features will make it indispensible if called
for.  I finish loading my check bag with clothes from my bedroom wardrobe,
making sure what I take is appropriate for an office lady and the Dubai
weather, which will be warm, at the least.  I fill the carry-on with one
day’s worth of clothes leaving space for a few goodies and my laptop.  The
aerospace industry still loses bags.

I log on to the OSA system and spend the rest of the day and evening,
excepting a break for dinner, going over the latest intelligence and
studying the Dubai Spaceport layout.  There isn’t much new, but the
spaceport is a challenge.  It looks like someone took a pile of blocks and
randomly scattered them over the site.  Finding the right one is going to
be no joke.  My hotel is well placed, near the beach, shopping and business
districts, but close enough to the majority of warehouses that getting to
them won’t be a major chore.  Finally, at 0100, bleary eyed and brain dead,
I give up and go to bed.  I set the alarm for 0745.  I need to leave for
Narita by 0915 to make the 1115 flight.

I try to sleep, but I don’t have much luck.  Frankly, I’m more worried
about this mission than I let Nancy know.  Combat mechas are a scary item. 
If they were to use their firearms on me, there wouldn’t be enough of me
left to bury.  One hope is to discover them when they can’t use weapons for
fear of exposing themselves, so I better do this right.  They tell me that
during training my recon scores were the highest ever attained.  I trust
that matters in real life.  I doze and dream about my only other recon,
only this time, I’m not rescued and I just stare at my body on the floor.
I wake up in a sweat, my heart pounding and I shiver as I realize again how
a close run thing it was.  I doze off again only to be trampled by a giant
mecha, who squashes me flat.  Waking again, I go to the kitchen, get some
water, notice it’s 0430 and go out back for a while and look up at the
stars.  They’re gorgeous this time of year.  It’s rather cold out to be in
my birthday suit and in a few minutes, my nipples tell me so.  The air and
stars calm me down anyway and when I return to bed, I’m finally able to
sleep.

At 0745, the alarm wakes me.  I rise and shine, then pad off to the
bathroom and take a shower.  I eat a light breakfast and do a last check on
anything from the OSA, nothing.  I slip the laptop into my shoulder bag and
start getting dressed for the flight.  Since I’m going first class, I won’t
need to worry about comfort.  Each position is individually climate
controlled.  Even so, I usual wear nylons, I like the feel of them next to
my skin and today is no exception.  Therefore, I slip into a favorite set
of white bra and hipster panties, and add a pair of tan colored pantyhose
that closely matches my skin color.  A white sleeveless turtleneck crop-top
and a pair of khaki hiking shorts complete the ensemble.  I grab my medium-
heel white sandals; my sneakers are already packed.  I pack my purse with
essentials so it’s easy to get what I want.  I sling it over my shoulder
and exit my home.  I program the palm pad to let Kasey in anytime and go
next door to let the neighbors know I’ll be gone.  The husband is there and
he eyes me with pleasure.  I tell him I’ll be gone awhile and that Kasey
will be visiting my home.  Then I turn and pulling my luggage along, head
for my car.  I can feel his eyes on my butt, and I sway my hips a little.
I load the luggage in the trunk, and travel to Narita.

I arrive at Narita Jetport at about 1005, check my bag and head for the
bar.  Flying is very safe, but still not my favorite thing to do.  It’ll
take seven hours and fifty minutes from takeoff to landing, which will give
me plenty of time to be nervous.  With the five-hour time difference, I’ll
be arriving at 1405 Dubai time, so I will have time to check-in the hotel
and maybe do a quick run to the shopping district.  Dubai has some of the
most exotic stuff to be found anywhere.  I plop down on a bar stool and get
a double Manhattan, which I sip waiting for my flight to be called.  Right
at 1045, I hear ‘NAS Flight 5099 to Dubai is ready for boarding’.  I bolt
my drink, stop by a magazine stand and pick-up some light reading and board
the ramjet.  I’m led to my seat by one of the most attractive women I’ve
ever seen.  That’s one of the advantages to first class.  She’s wearing a
skirt that’s about two centimeters decent and gives me a friendly smile
after I pat her butt, another advantage to first class.  I am seated in a
single chair with a good seventy-five-centimeter aisle all the way around
it.  The stewardess lowers the safety gear; much like that found on roller
coasters and wishes me a pleasant flight.  She walks away, hose free and
barefoot.  The aerospace companies have found that bare feet give the best
purchase on the floor and have long since abandoned trying to get their
attendants to wear hose or shoes, in the interests of safety, of course.
The stewards on board are as handsome as she is stunning.  They wear shorts
and also go barefoot.  It’s going to be an easy-on-the-eyes journey.

At 1115, right on time, we pushback from the jetway and five minutes later
we’re airborne.  The jet climbs steeply and about ten minutes after
takeoff, the ramjets kick in and I’m pressed deep into my seat.  Just as
the view out my window starts turning dark, we level off, the safety
harness retracts and I can get up and go to the bathroom, which is my first
priority.  I return and kick off my sandals and partly recline the seat,
wiggling my toesies.  The stewardess returns and asks if I’d like a drink
and since we’ve got another seven hours to go, I get another Manhattan.
She returns and chats with me for a while; she can tell I’m a little
nervous, the earth looks a long way down and I can see a slight curve to
it.  I reach out and slip my hand between her legs, stroking the soft
inside of her thigh.  Just like my work, she doesn’t have to let me, but
she doesn’t object, in fact she appears to more than just endure.  She
chats about her home base, which is in Rome and how she loves the view of
Aquamarine; while I am thankful she distracts me.  Maybe twenty or so
minutes later, she is called away to help another passenger assuring me
she’ll check on me again.  My little dalliance has relaxed me, along with
the alcohol and I drift off to sleep, the faint roar of the engines in my
ears.

I sleep about four hours and I am awakened by the smell of something nice. 
Lunch is being served and I order a hamburger along with French fries and a
milkshake.  I leaf through the fashion magazine I bought while munching the
meal.  It’s not bad, for aeroline food.  There are some interesting outfits
in the magazine, a couple of which are available only in Dubai.  I think
I’ll try to get one of them; it’s different, attractive, not too expensive
and it should knock Kasey’s socks off.  I watch a few programs on the view
screen, and then the stewardess returns and secures the safety hardness
again, the landing process is about to start.  I thank her for putting up
with me.  She flashes me a winning smile and says that it was her pleasure,
then winks.  Soon after the craft angles down steeply, the ramjets cut off
and our approach to Dubai begins.  We land right on time, 1405 local time. 
I clear customs with no trouble and catch a cab to my hotel.  Its thirty-
four degrees and I’m thankful it’s not July, it’s hot enough as it is.  The
advanced fabric of my hose wicks the moisture swiftly from my skin, my legs
are comfortable if nothing else.  About fifteen minutes later the cab
arrives at the hotel.

The hotel looks just right, not too upscale, but properly classy.  I check-
in, a local kid gets my bags and we take the elevator to the third floor,
room 321.  I tip the boy, not that way you pervert, and proceed to check
out the room.  It’s nice.  It has two double beds, a nice TV, a desk and a
small fridge.  There’s a balcony with an awning overlooking the sea and a
bathroom with a shower, but no tub.  Well, water is precious here.  I step
out on the balcony and give the area an once-over.  The beach looks
inviting.  I brought my swimsuit and if I get a chance, I’m going to use
it, though from what I see, I’ll be overdressed.  Nobody is in the raw, but
many are mighty close.  I go in, strip out of my clothes and lie on the bed
for a short while, recovering from the flight.  I rest until it’s about
1700, then decide to go check out the shopping.  I may be here on a
mission, but it doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun too.  I’ll do a sweep
through one group of the warehouses later in the evening.

I slip my panties back on, get my white mini-length sundress out and slip
on white low-heel sandals.  No bra as the dress has one.  I check my make-
up, and then go downstairs and head for the main shopping area.  It’s a
fair distance, but the temperature has fallen to around thirty and I decide
to go ahead and walk.  I want to start getting the lay of the land as well.
The city is beautiful, very modern looking with clean lines to the
buildings and everything seems to be white or mirrored glass.  The palms
lining the roads provide a decent amount of shade and I notice that there
are parks everywhere, many with fountains.  I stop at one and sit on the
edge, take off my sandals and splash my feet in the water.  There are kids
everywhere here, playing on the swings, jungle-jims and other assorted
playground items.  I can’t restrain myself and grab an uneven parallel bar
and hike myself up and sit on the bar watching the people go by and the
kids running around.  A few older kids seem to be here with their siblings
and before leaving, I give them a little thrill.  I hook the back of my
knees around the bar and hang upside down for a few seconds.  Of course, my
dress falls over my body, revealing my panties.  I giggle a little to
myself and then I do a backflip to the ground.  As I straighten up, I
notice a few of the boys looking my way.  I smile at them and continue my
walk.  That’ll give them something to talk about for a while.

It takes almost an hour to get where I’m going, but I get to the main
shopping district and start window-shopping.  I spend more than two hours
going from store to store, looking in the windows, occasionally going in,
trying on outfits, perusing souvenirs and other items to be found only in
Dubai.  I find exactly the outfit I was looking for, a few items to take
back for the crew at work and one ‘special’ toy, the like I’ve not seen
before, not even at Sexland.  I stop in one of the restaurants serving
local cuisine and eat dinner, then with my booty, take a cab back to the
hotel, arriving at about 2130.  In my room, I put away the goodies and
change to khaki colored t-shirt and shorts and a pair of rubber soled flat
sandals.  Out I go to give the nearby warehouses a once over.  After
another hour of strolling around, I realize finding even a group of
warehouses to focus on is going to be tough.  They all look legitimate and
they probably are.  There are hundreds in the vicinity of the spaceport,
let alone the ones scattered further around the city.  It’s likely the one
I’m interested in will be close to the spaceport as there would be less
chance of an accidental exposure of the mechas, but even so, it’s going to
be like looking for a needle in a haystack.  I return to the hotel and at
2300 I take a shower and leaving the doors to the balcony open for a
breeze, I hit the sack.

I spend the next couple days exploring Dubai, looking for anything that
might indicate an area that is not subject to the normal everyday scrutiny
by the authorities.  It’s well known that a fair amount of smuggling goes
on.  Offworld jewels and other small, high-value items, to avoid a rather
stiff duty and illegal drugs are especially common items.  So far, no luck.
My nightly patrols in and through various warehouse areas have turned up
nothing either.  With no local contacts to help guide me and with the OSA
keeping a low profile, it looks like it could take months before I come up
with any leads.  I don’t think I have that long.

Chapter 4 – Mary II

On my fourth day in Dubai, my luck turns, in a good way.  I am strolling
down a narrow street in an out of the way area of town when I notice a
woman coming out of a building a little ahead of me.  She’s wearing a hot
pink teeny tiny bikini top and bottom with a matching cover-up, along with
high-heel sandals.  Holy smokes!  It’s Mary.  As she gets to the bottom of
the steps, she turns and walks away from me.  She hasn’t seen me.  I
hesitate, thinking about ducking into an alley between a couple buildings,
then change my mind and call out, “Mary!”

She stops, turns around, obviously surprised and starts walking my way,
“Hello Cathy, fancy meeting you here.”  She gets to me and hugs me while
whispering in my ear, “What the hell are you doing here?  You guys aren’t
after me again, are you?”

Pulling away slightly I say, “Nice to see you again, Mary.  Is there
anywhere around here where we can get a drink, talk, and not be bothered?
I’ll buy.”

She studies my face a moment, then says, “Sure, come with me.”

I don’t know whether to trust her, but a familiar face has cheered me up
and based on her previous experience, I don’t think she wants to mess with
the OSA.  Even if she doesn’t know their name, she’s aware of their
capabilities.  We walk quietly a block and a half or so, and then she
enters a small nondescript café.  At the moment, we’re the only customers
and the guy behind the counter nods to Mary as we take a table in a corner
opposite the doorway.  He comes over and takes our order.  I get a Coke and
Mary orders a beer.  After he leaves our drinks, Mary takes a good chug of
hers and inspects me in my khakis.  I venture, “Don’t breathe too hard or
you’ll come out of that top.”

Mary’s beer tries to come out her nose as she starts laughing hard, her
boobs jiggling.  I giggle and say, “It really is good to see you, although
I didn’t expect to run across you here.  I thought you were based in the
States.”

Getting herself under control she replies, “I was, but times change.  A
spaceport is a good place to pick up work.”  Looking at me intently, “I
would still like to know how you found me and why you are here.”

I giggle again and answer, “It is truly by accident, I wasn’t looking for
you, but that pink is hard to ignore.  I’m here on business.  I work for an
expediting firm based in Tokyo.”

Mary is no fool and inquires, “Is the business for them?”

I look at her soberly, contemplate my answer and its ramifications, all in
a fraction of a second, “No,” I answer.

“For the others?”

“Yes.”

“Will you tell me anything?”

“Not here.  Come have dinner with me.  Then join me in my hotel room, and
I’ll fill you in on everything I can.  I don’t think you’re working against
us here.”

She raises her eyebrows, and answers, “OK.  I know this lovely little place
right on the beach.  Has the best Persian food in Dubai.  I’ll meet you at
your hotel at 1900, if that’s OK.”

I reply, “Works for me, I’m staying at the Biltmore Plaza Hotel.  I’ll be
waiting.”  Without another word, she nods, gets up and leaves.  I pay the
bill and shortly follow her out the door.  She is nowhere in sight when I
exit the café.  Well, I shouldn’t be surprised, she’s one of the best
smugglers around and I assume she isn’t at a spaceport to get honest work.

It’s already 1600, so I catch a cab back to the hotel; take a shower and a
short nap.  I wake up at 1830 and decide to dress for the dinner.  I put on
my black panties, black very sheer pantyhose, a navy blue and white print
sundress, just above knee length, no bra, and a pair of white medium-heel
ankle strap sandals.  I add a little blue eyeshadow and crème colored
lipstick and I’m in the lobby at 1855.  I wonder a little if she will
actually show up, then at 1905 in she walks.  I always thought she was
pretty and she’s dressed to show it off.  A pale pink translucent floor
length shift of some very soft fabric is her dress and she looks marvelous
in it.  I can faintly see a bra and panty set under it and she’s in
matching pink strappy high-heels.  I get up and greet her, “You look
fantastic.  I feel underdressed.”

She smiles and says, “You’re more than fine.  You look really good and are
not underdressed.  It’ll be perfect for where we are going.  There’s no
air-conditioning.”  We walk together out to her car, a ruby red Porsche
with the top down, why am I not surprised.  We hop in, she pulls out into
traffic and we head for the restaurant.  She pulls onto the coast road and
heads northwest along the water.  After a while, she reaches over and
brushes her hand over my thigh. I peer around, the traffic is light, and so
I hike my dress up and give her better access.  Still stroking my leg, she
chuckles and comments, “Maybe we can finish what we started later.”

“Maybe.”

Somewhere around eight kilometers out of town, we reach the restaurant.  No
neon lights, hardly an outside light at all, but the parking lot is full
and the Porsche is a medium quality car in the lot.  We park and arm-in-arm
we enter the restaurant.  The maître-de greets Mary and me and leads us to
a raised table with an ocean view.  We order drinks, I get my standard
Manhattan and Mary gets something I’ve never heard of, Raki.  I take a sip
and find it tasty.  We chat and sip our drinks, then order Lamb Kabobs that
have some vegetables I’m not familiar with but are good and a Gorbeh-mahi-
e-khaki filet, some sort of fish, also tasty.  While eating I tell her
about my mission, all except for the OSA part.  She distracts me a little
by pulling her dress up giving me a lot of thigh while cleverly hiding it
from the rest of the diners.  Without much comment from her, we finish our
meal.  Mary suggests we take a little walk on the beach to settle our food
and I point out I am wearing pantyhose and don’t think they’ll mix well
with sand.

“So, take them off, there’s a ladies room here.”

“OK.”  I go to the powder room, remove my hose, and put them in my purse,
ignoring the looks from some of the ladies entering.  I check my make-up
and meet Mary at the entrance.  Taking off our shoes, we carry them while
walking.  The slight ocean spray and the sand between my toes feels nice.

After a few minutes Mary says, “I don’t think these combat mechas are a
good thing.  They have the potential of seriously messing up my business.
God only knows what kind of inspections would be laid on.”  We walk some
more and just as we turn back, Mary states, “I’ll help you find them if
they are here.  Whomever you work for has to be better than them getting
loose.  However, once they are found, you are on your own again.  My doctor
says I can’t let bullets enter my body.”

We both crack up at that, but I know Mary is serious.  She’ll help me find
them and then it’ll be up to me, which is more than I could have hoped for.
“Thank-you, Mary, again.”

She smiles at me, then opens her purse and pulls out a cell.  Asking me to
wait, she moves away and I can see her talking with someone animatedly.
Waving at me to rejoin her she says, “I’ve put out the word to report
anything that may be a little smelly.  Let’s see what they find out.”  We
turn and head for the parking lot and get in her car.  She hardly says a
word all the way back to the hotel; she’s all business.  She stops in
front, but doesn’t make a move to get out.

I wave at the valet, turn back to her and say, “Would you like to come up
to my room for a nightcap?  I bought a toy here I’m not sure how to use,
and maybe you could help me.”

She stares at me, then laughs and says, “Why not.  Cathy, you have one of
the most one-track minds I’ve ever run across.”

I counter, “It’s not a one-track mind, it’s only one-track at a time.
There’s nothing we can do about my business here right now, so I think we
should switch tracks.”  I giggle and hold out my hand.  Shaking her head,
Mary climbs out of her Porsche and tosses the valet her keys, takes my hand
and we go to my room.

I lock the door and slide the door to the balcony open.  When I turn
around, Mary is right there.  She takes me in her arms and kisses me,
forcing her tongue between my lips and into my mouth, no questions asked.
Still kissing me, our tongues intertwined, she reaches down, pulls my dress
up and cups my buns in her hands.  I know who is in charge and what is
wanted of me now.  I pull away, walk over and stand next to the bed.  I
bend down, unstrap my sandals, step out of them, reach back to unzip my
dress, and let it fall to the ground around my feet.  I hook my fingers in
the waistband of my panties and remove them as well.  Standing there in the
altogether, I laugh softly and ask, “Is this the way you want me?”

Moving toward me, chuckling, she answers as she slips a finger into my
slit, “Yes.  Now, move your feet apart and spread your legs.”  I do as I am
told and joining her first finger with a second, she slides her fingers
down the slit, sliding them in between my pussy lips.  She dips them into
my vagina, spreads my juice over my clitoris and starts massaging my love
button.  Looking straight into my eyes Mary states, “You always were easy. 
I’m sorry I don’t have my feathers with me tonight.”  Then back into my
vagina her fingers go, deeper this time, hooking around and giving my g-
spot a touch.

I hold my arms at my side, knowing I am her bitch tonight.  I suck my
breath in sharply when she hits my g-spot and swivel my mound forward a
little.  She’s still completely dressed, right down to her shoes and shows
no sign of taking anything off.  I am the naked one, as is appropriate for
a slave, even a temporary one.  She continues finger fucking me, stopping
to massage the g-spot once in awhile.  Without touching any other part of
me, she brings me to orgasm in a few minutes.  I spasm, moan and thrust
against her hand.  Immediately she resumes finger fucking me, then asks,
“How did you like it?”

Not attempting to touch her, as that is not my place unless invited to do
so, I reply, panting, “It was magnificent!  You have the touch and...”
Then using her thumb on my clitoris and her other fingers on my g-spot she
gets me to cum again, in midsentence.  “Oh my, oh my...” I sigh.  I feel my
knees getting weak.  If Mary makes me cum again, I’ll fall to the floor and
she doesn’t show signs of stopping as she resumes the in and out with her
fingers again.

She starts fondling a breast, and after a bit of that without my clit or g-
spot being attacked, and just as I’m calming a little, she leans forward
and whispers in my ear, “You know, I used the dildo of death on a girl from
around here, not two days ago."  I stiffen at the mention of the dildo of
death and feel my juices intensify.  Mary continues, "You were already here
when it happened.  I decided to I stay and watch her this time.  I timed
it, three minutes and fifteen seconds from the time I pressed the button
after sliding it into her until she had an orgasm and it triggered and shot
the dart into her heart.  Then I watched her squirm and die.  I'll bet you
looked like her, first writhing in orgasm, then wriggling and twisting as
your life force faded.  It was very arousing.”  My body twitches in orgasm
just as Mary says ‘die’, then I collapse on the floor, holding on to her
legs and gasping for breath.  I look up at her in amazement.  We have no
emotional attachment at all, but she has complete control over me and knows
it.  I find out how much when I hear her ask, “Would you like me to use the
dildo of death on you again?  Slide it slowly into your clutching vagina,
triggering it into action and then watching your death?”

My heart starts racing and pounding and I’m frightened beyond belief.  I
remember only too well what happened to me.  However, the attraction
overcomes the fear and I respond shakily.  “If you want to,” I stammer.

Smiling and leaving me there on the floor, she turns, picks up her purse,
opens it and pulls out the dildo of death.  Every bump and curve is burned
into my memory, I know it as I know myself and I know the power it has over
me.  Mary orders me, “Get up on the bed, lie on your back, put your hands
behind your head, then bend and spread your legs.”

I do exactly as she says and lay there, my hands behind my head, which
thrusts out my breasts and my legs spread with my cunt open to her.
Ignoring her intended victim for the moment, knowing I won’t run away, Mary
kneels and removes her shoes, and then grasping the hem of her dress she
stands up, pulling it over her head and discarding it.  In her pale pink
bra and panties, she picks up the dildo of death and climbs onto the bed,
moving in-between my legs.  I’m panting fast and my heart is thumping.
What am I permitting?  Why am I permitting it?  If she really uses it
fully, I am dead, yet I do not even try to stop her.  I watch as she moves
the dildo of death nearer and nearer to my cunt.  I feel the head touch my
opening, the entrance to my honeypot, from which fluid is already leaking. 
Betrayed by my own pussy!  She stops for a moment.  I switch my gaze to her
face; she smiles at me wickedly then asks, “Should I continue?”  I can’t
help myself, knowing this could be my doom, and nod my head, then return to
watching the dildo of death.  I watch and feel it slowly slide into my
vagina.  Mary presses it in a few centimeters, then pulls it out a little,
then back in the device glides, deeper and deeper with each forward thrust.
The dildo of death is gradually filling my vagina, centimeter by
centimeter.  My vagina joyfully welcomes it, clutching at the invader and
releasing copious amounts of lubricant to ease its journey.  In spite of,
or even because of, my fear, I find myself cumming when it is about half
way in me.   My body twitching around on the bed and my vagina gripping my
invader as it absorbs some of my excretions, for a second time.  Finally,
the dildo of death is fully seated in me; I see Mary's thumb move to the
switch.  Oh my god!  She is going to do it!  Once the switch is pressed,
there will be no going back.  Again, she looks at me with that smile and
asks, “May I?”

I have no will to resist; I already know how full of pleasure the end will
be.  My heart is in my throat, but I look at her as calmly as I can and
clearly say, “Yes.”  Her thumb starts to depress the switch and I’m so
unnerved and turned on at the same time that I know once the dildo of death
starts its programmed course, I won’t last even as long as the girl did
before I climax and the deadly dart is shot into my heart.  At the last
instant Mary's thumb slides off the switch!  She swiftly slides the dildo
of death from within me, while my tunnel of love transmits its unique
texture to my brain.  A distinct slurping sound is heard as the beloved
torturer exits my body and then she calmly places it back into her purse.
I’m going to live!!  I’m so relieved I nearly pee myself, but I’m also
aware of a twinge of disappointment.  

Looking back at me she says, “We don’t want any accidents.”

Breathing heavily, I respond, quite seriously, “No, no accidents.  Someday
I may want it not to be an accident.”

Mary smiles, gently now and comments, “I know.  You half wanted me to do
it, maybe more.  However, now is not the time.  Maybe never, I need a
reason to use it and I think you are too valuable alive.  Besides, I'm
growing fond of you.”  She winks, “This is the first time my little buddy
has soaked up fluid from the same woman twice.  You should feel honored.
By the way, you can move now.”  I realize I am still lying there with my
legs spread and my hands behind my head.  I laugh, a little nervously, and
Mary laughs too.  I pull my hands out from behind my head, but leaving my
legs spread, I prop myself up on my elbows.

Mary smiles a friendly smile as she sees my cunt is still open to her.  She
realizes than I was more turned on than frightened by the possibility of
her killing me.  I am braver than she thought.  She asks, “Should I remove
my bra and panties?”

Happy to have a little control of the situation and myself again, I say,
“No, I’ll take them off for you,” and sit up cross-legged.  I realize that,
despite our often being on opposite sides of the law, I am growing fond of
her too.

Mary gets on the bed and kneeling, she turns her back offering her bra
strap.  I unhook it, then lean forward and pull it off her globes, her big,
big globes.  Only Denise of the people I know had such large ones.  Nearly
perfect is their shape, smoothly sloping out from her upper chest to a pair
of pearl-pink bite sized nipples, then returning to her body in a steeper,
but still smooth curve, with a small crease at their bottoms.  Only nature
could make such a pair of breasts.  They do hang some, gravity will have
its say, but they are pretty perky for their size.  She lies down and her
breasts lie down with her, spreading across her chest to form a picture
perfect pillow.  I grip the waistband of her panties and draw her panty,
Mary lifting her butt, down her smooth, dancer's legs, tossing them onto
the floor.  We snuggle together for a while as I recover from earlier.
Soon, I slip my hand down her abdomen, check her slit and find it’s nearly
as wet as mine is.  Mary smiles wryly and observes, “It might sound wrong,
but when I do someone with the dildo of death, I get amazingly turned on.
If I stay to watch, I often can orgasm without touching myself, especially
if the girl resists its molestation for a while.  The sight and sound of a
girl fighting for both her life and a final orgasm is overwhelming.  I tell
them that if they can resist for ten minutes, the dildo of death will stop,
which it will.  Some of them have lasted more than six minutes.”

Still sitting cross-legged, while Mary is on her back, albeit with her legs
together, I take the chance to fondle her bazoomas and comment on what she
said.  "I would like to hate you and think you're evil, but I don't.  I
didn't give you the dildo of death back out of the goodness of my heart.
If I had kept it, I too might be responsible for some girls premature end,
maybe even my own.  I like to think I'm a 'good' guy, but that device has
some powerful mojo.  With the effect it has on others, I'm half-surprised
you haven't used on yourself."  I return her wry smile with one of my own. 
"Enough with the philosophy, it's time for me to have some fun with you!"
I giggle, then pinch her nipples and sink my hand into those soft mounds.
I lean over, take a nipple in my mouth, and play with it, as it gets hard. 
I squeeze her other breast, hard, but Mary doesn’t mind, she likes them
squeezed that way.  I playfully tickle her and the match begins, we wrestle
until we stop from being sweaty and tired.  It’s a draw; neither of us is
able to get the upper hand and I think Mary is astonished I am able to hold
my own.

We lay together a short while catching our breaths and then the two of us
walk out on to the balcony and survey the beach, ocean and sky.  It looks
like an interstellar freighter is arriving.  We watch it land.  It’s
immense, nearly two kilometers in diameter.  I can see how you could hide a
lot of things in its hold.  Soon after it lands, Mary asks, “Where is this
toy of yours?  It should be interesting if you can’t figure it out.”

We go back in and from my large bag I get the device.  I hand it to Mary
and she looks it over.  It’s ‘L’ shaped, but has a large bulb with a little
crook on the short bar of the ‘L’ with the long bar of the ‘L’ gradually
narrowing and ending in a stylized penis head shape.  The long side is
fifteen centimeters long and the short side is ten centimeters long.  Part
way down the long arm the material is scooped out and has a little bulge.
It’s easy to see where the long side could go, into either a pussy or a
butt since, at its biggest it’s only four centimeters wide, but is the
short side just some fancy handle or what?  Mary asks, “I think I know how
this works, but you wouldn’t happen to have any lube would you?”

“It just so happens, I do.  I found the best stuff ever back in Tokyo and
brought a little with me.”  I dig it out and put the small jar on the
nightstand.  Mary lays the toy next to it and we clamber onto the bed.

Mary senses that I don’t want to use the item right away; my experience
with her toy is too fresh.  Instead, she strokes my belly, while suckling
on one of my nipples, as if she was trying to get milk from me.  That’s a
new sensation to me.  People beyond count have nipped, licked, sucked and
otherwise played with my nipples, but Mary isn’t playing, it feels like she
really is trying to extract milk.  The impression is freaky, but enticing
and I’m soon breathing deeper and wishing I could provide her what she
wants.  I softly stroke her back and enjoy my treatment.  Her hand explores
my tummy, just her fingertips touching and occasionally dipping into my
bellybutton, which also provides delightful feelings.  My pussy is slick, I
am sure, and is beginning to want something in it.  Her hand leaves off
from my stomach; her mouth finally abandons my nipple; I sigh wistfully.
She moves her lips to my lips and her hand fondles my breast, gently,
carefully pressing it down as if to flatten it.  Then rotating her palm in
small circles, she stretches my breast enough to fill the bill of providing
another unique sensation.  We kiss, mostly closed mouth, with only few
quick tongue tip touches.  The whole package is singular and actively turns
me on.  Mary pulls back and looks at my contented face and smiles.  “If you
ever find you’d like to try the dark side, Cathy, be sure to look me up.”

Sincerely I reply, “Thank-you Mary, I will.  But, don’t hold your breath.” 
Then I giggle and lightly tweak one of Mary’s nipples.

She laughs in return, then gets the toy from the nightstand and starts
applying lube to both ends.  I watch curiously, as she gets on her knees
and shoves the bulb into her vagina.  When she takes her hand away, it
looks just like she has a dick growing out of her cunt.  So, that’s what
that is for.  How neat.  Being especially considerate, she says, “If you
don’t mind I’d like to do you up the ass.”

I somehow feel I cannot refuse Mary anything tonight so I reply by rolling
on to my stomach and leaving my torso on the bed, I lift my rear into the
air and spread my legs.  I feel my ass cheeks move apart, providing a good
target.  Without another word, Mary moves behind me, applies a little
lubricant to my anus and slowly, tenderly propels her new penis into my
rectum.  I’m relaxed and it slides in smoothly, distending my anus an
extent that is most pleasurable.  Once fully inserted, she starts to thrust
in and out, a slow, steady pace.  My rectum walls grip and transmit the
feel of the probe, a very delightful sensation.  I feel a finger penetrate
my slit, locate my clit and start softly massaging it.  I thrust back at
her and she gasps, “The bulb doesn’t only hold it in place, it rubs my g-
spot.  What a nice little toy.”  She continues thrusting and we both start
panting and softly moaning.  As she is about to cum, she tweaks my love-
button harder, triggering a quality orgasm in me in sync with her own.  She
lies down and breathing deeply comments, “That was fun.”

I laugh, seeing her looking like a hermaphrodite and agree, “It was, I like
being done in the butt, and you have such a nice cock.”

Chuckling, she looks down, then removes the toy and returns it to the
nightstand.  “I’ve got to get me one of those.”

We cuddle for a while and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

It’s about 0900 when I wake up.  Mary is on the balcony, naked, talking
with someone on her cell.  She finishes and comes back in.  “You’re awake,
good morning.  I’ve made several more calls this morning, and so far
nothing.  That’s not surprising since if they were easy to find, the local
authorities would have already busted them.  I suggest we spend the day on
the beach, getting in a little swimming and generally relaxing.  We won’t
be able to add much to the coverage and if anyone has any suspicions about
you, lying on the beach will take their mind off them.”

I think about it and agree, “OK, you have a point.  But, what are you going
to wear?  You can’t go like that and I only brought one swimsuit.”

She laughs and reaches into her purse and brings out that pink getup, which
could probably fit in a matchbox.  She puts it on and says, “Ta, da.  I’m
good to go.  We can check out some beach gear from the desk and go work on
our tans.  The people in Japan will be jealous when you get back.”

Looking at the mini-coverage her bikini provides, I sigh, “I’m not sure
that’s much better.  Nevertheless, I like the idea of the beach.  Can we
get something to eat there?”  I get my suit out and Mary looks shocked.

“You’re going to wear that?  Don’t you have anything else?  Only old people
wear one-piece suits.”

“It’s the only swimsuit I own, I like it.  Wait a second, you’ll see, it
looks good on me.”  I put it on and strike a pose.

Mary eyeballs me, then admits, “You’re right, it does look good on you, it
draws the eyes to just the right places.  But still, how are you supposed
to get a tan in it.”

“God, you make it sound like it’s a school swimsuit.  There’s plenty enough
of me exposed.  I’ll tan just fine.”

We eventually quit bickering.  I put my walking sandals on, a white cover-
up top and get my purse.  All Mary has is her purse.  She leaves her
evening clothes in the room and we go down to the desk and pick-up a beach
goers' package.  It includes an umbrella, a couple of beach towels, a
couple regular towels, some tanning oil and a small cooler.  On the way to
the beach, we get a couple tacos for breakfast and fill the cooler with
drinks.  We spend the day at the beach, swimming in the warm ocean water,
chatting about nothing mostly, drinking, eating and generally having a good
time.  She regales me with stories of her smuggling adventures, largely
untrue I suspect, and we oil each other up.  She insists on oiling my butt
and boobs, although they don’t need it.  I do the same and hers do.

She gets a few calls during the day, but none relate to me.  She does not
seem disturbed.  I figure that if she doesn’t let it bother her, neither
should I.  I relax and enjoy myself.  At about 1700 as the sun starts
setting, she gets a call of interest.  “Someone is watching you, Cathy, but
is not being very careful about it.  My guy thinks it’s not a specific
interest; they are just keeping an eye on people without specific doings
here.  It costs a fortune to do that as they have to cover a ton of people
to do it and it makes them sloppy.  I’ve had a tail put on him and she
won’t be detected.  Let’s have dinner sent up to your room; I’m not really
dressed for indoors.”

I agree and we go back to the hotel and have dinner while speculating over
what may be discovered.  Around 1900, Mary gets into her evening clothes
and departs, promising to let me know as soon as she finds out anything.
She makes me promise not to freelance and to stay in my hotel room the next
day.  I figure I’m not in serious time pressure yet.  I take a shower,
watch some TV and again with the balcony door open get a good night’s
sleep.  It was a fun day, with zero stress.

Chapter 5 – I Find the Mecha and It Finds Me

That ends next day.  I spend the whole day cooped up in my room, watching
TV, surfing the net and being bored out of my skull, but I promised Mary I
would stay put and I did.  Finally around 1830, just as I am about to order
dinner, Mary calls.  “We have narrowed down the location to one of four
warehouses.  Meet me at 2300 at the beach in back of your hotel.  In
camouflage.”

At 2250, using the stairway, I successfully get out of the hotel unseen and
make it to my rendezvous on time.  Mary, also in camo is waiting, in a
jeep.  I get in and discover the jeep is absolutely silent.  Mary smiles at
my questioning look, “Specially modified.  I need to be able to move fast
and silently sometimes.”  We move out toward our first target.

We meet two of her cohorts, who are both women, and splitting up to
surround the warehouse, we start examining the area and the building as
closely as we can without breaking in.  Nothing.  We all pile into the jeep
and head for warehouse number two.  Upon arriving, we search the area
again.  I’m in full recon mode and can see things the others can’t.  As I
round one corner of the building, I detect a hidden door and some
impressions in the ground that I’m pretty sure only a mecha could make.  In
the sunlight, I think they would be invisible and they’re almost so now,
but I am sure.  We meet at the jeep and as the others shake their heads
negatively, I say, “This is the place.”

Mary raises her eyebrows and asks, “How do you know?  I saw nothing
different than the first warehouse.”  I say nothing, not wishing to reveal
my night-vision.  “OK, I understand,” Mary observes.  “I’ll cancel the
search and lay low; I’ve been a little too visible the last couple days.”
The other two fade into the darkness and Mary takes me back to the rear of
the hotel.  She kisses me and says, “It’s been an interesting couple of
days.  Good luck, you are going to need it.”

“Thanks for your help.  Good luck yourself.”  She waves and drives off into
the night.  I sneak back to my room.  It’s 0200 and the area is empty of
people.  I take a shower and go to bed.  Surprisingly I fall right asleep. 
I guess I got over my willies back in Tokyo.

I wake up a little before 1000 and start planning my assault, such as it
is.  There’s no point in my going out today.  Assuming I wasn’t seen last
night, that will make three days that I won’t have left the environs of the
hotel, which may convince them I’m no problem.  I’ll have to find a way
into the warehouse and my guess is the hidden door is my best bet.  If not
that, I’ll have to try the roof.  The plans I have on my laptop show a
couple openings I could fit through, but they probably have sensors.  I
decide to bring the one gadget I have, it emits an electromagnetic wave
intended to disable movement sensors without it looking like they are
disabled on the other end.  I eat well, stocking up on energy and get a nap
in during the early evening.  Then at 2300, I start getting dressed for the
infiltration.  I hadn’t expected to need it, but I decide that my black
body stocking, and cap along with thin rubber soled boots will be my best
outfit.  The stocking reflects zero light, is super thin and the outside is
nearly frictionless.  I slip into the stocking and smooth it into place.
It forms itself to all my body parts, as if it is a second skin.  Covering
my power blue hair with the cap and strapping on the boots, I am ready to
go.  The only item I take is my sensor-disabling device.  Nothing else, no
weapons, no communicator, nothing.  The body stocking turns my body into an
all purpose sensor, as do any of the garments issued me by the OSA, so the
OSA will be getting full data on anything I hear, see or touch.  I know
that, to keep security, it will take them at least twenty-four hours to get
anyone on-site and seventy-two to call in a full-blown military assault if
they must.  I’m plenty anxious as these guys aren’t simple smugglers like
Mary; they’re professionals out to take over and I’m a bit too far out of
reach of the OSA for my comfort.  At midnight, I leave the hotel.  Dressed
as I am, I’m certain no one detected me.  It takes me about an hour to get
to the warehouse, I see only a few people on the way and they’re easily
avoided.

Carefully approaching the warehouse, I move to where the hidden door is.
All signs of mecha footprints are gone, they really are careful, but the
door is still there.  Examining it closely I do not detect any means of
getting it open without making some noise, so I fall back on plan two.
Slowly circling the building, I look for a way up.  Just around the corner
from the hidden door is a garbage bin, well away from other entrances.  I
climb on top and look for a way to the roof.  I don’t immediately see one,
but just above me is what looks like a ventilator exit.  I think I can
jump, catch the frame, then climb to the top of the frame and jumping again
catch the edge of the roof.  I jump, miss the frame, but manage to land not
too heavily on the bin.  I crouch and listen for a while, hoping no one
heard.  All I hear are the sounds of silence.  I leap again, with more
force, grab the frame, and pull myself up.  I notice the screen over the
shaft has fallen in and decide on another change of plan.  Activating the
sensor disabler, I stick it to outside of the frame on the off chance there
are sensors.  With my small frame, I can fit in the ducting, so I shimmy in
and start slithering along the duct looking for a way out.  My breasts are
flat against the duct, getting a massage as I pass over the joints.  After
turning right at a tee intersection and left at a four-way intersection, I
see some light coming through a grill a few meters ahead.  I also hear some
voices.  Slowly, not making a sound, I slide up to the grill and peep into
the room below.  There are five people in the room, three men and two
women.

Back at OSA in Japan, the monitors start displaying interesting information
and the on-duty officer calls in the mission team.  Within a few minutes,
the other eight members arrive and start discussing what to do, while
examining the continuing flow of data from their agent.

I listen to them talking and get an earful.  There’s going to be a
freighter coming in five days bringing two more mechas, which will give
them ten total.  Then the mechas will be distributed, two to a geographical
area and the attacks will begin.  Looks like I am none too early.  I still
can’t be sure the other eight are in this warehouse as they also speak
about supplies and other weaponry they have stored somewhere.  As I’m
digesting the information and thinking about what to do next, the ducting
snaps at the junction with the grill and I slide out, landing right in the
middle of the table.  I don’t know who is surprised more, me or them, but I
recover first.  Excusing myself, I bound over them and out the door,
slamming it behind me.  I end up on a catwalk well above the warehouse
floor.  A little to the right of me is a ladder and, in an instant I decide
I’ll be better off on the floor, which is very dimly lit, than where I am. 
With various size crates scattered around and piled up, there are numerous
hiding places as well.  Just as the door opens, I jump to the ladder and
slide down it, landing heavily, but safely on the floor.  As I dash in-
between a pair of crates and out of direct eyesight of the people, the main
lights come on.  Now, I am in trouble.  However, going into full recon
mode, I see a cave-like jumble of crates not far, with a covered path.  I
quickly move there and freeze, knowing in my body stocking and the darkness
provided I am hard to see if I don’t move.  I still need to confirm the
existence of mechas here before I can try to get out and I start scanning
the area, noting several crates fully large enough to hold a mecha.  How to
open one without getting captured is my latest problem, although that is
about to be solved.  Four of the five people are on the floor searching for
me and I notice one speak into a headset he is wearing.

I feel a thump on the floor and from around a corner a mecha steps out into
the open.  I’m guessing it is six or seven meters tall and massive.  It is
carrying a mini-gun and is sweeping the area, turning and scanning with its
sensors.

In Japan, an OSA officer picks up a red phone immediately upon sighting the
mecha and orders, “Activate Operation Steel Tiger immediately.  Target
location is 75-316-91.”  Then he replaces the phone and resumes monitoring
the incoming data.  Remote monitoring of the target site functions
instantly.  Nothing large enough to contain a mecha will enter or leave
that warehouse without being tracked.  Nevertheless, it will still take
some time to get personnel on the ground.  In as peaceful a world as
Aquamarine is, military installations are scattered thinly.  Aquamarine’s
main protection from attack is on the moon and Mars.  After a few minutes,
the data stream cuts off.  The officer knows that means the agent either is
dead or is no longer wearing her body stocking.  He hopes it is the latter.

I am now trying to figure a way out as my mission is complete.  The OSA
knows whom and where, the rest is up to them.  Just then, the mecha swings
around, activates the mini-gun and a burst of machine gun fire peppers the
wall in front and somewhat over me.  An announcement from the mecha
follows.  ‘Surrender and you will not be shot.  You must know all the exits
are covered.  If you try to escape, you will be instantly killed.  You have
thirty seconds.’  I know they have me.  I am trained in hand-to-hand
combat, but not weapons use and I’m sure they’d kill their own if it meant
stopping me.  They can’t know that my report has already been transmitted
and received.    They assume if they stop me, that they are still
relatively safe.  Long before the time runs out, I slide out from my hiding
place and lifting my hands over my head, I walk out into plain sight,
hoping the mecha is not the last thing I see.  Its weapon targets me, but
does not fire.  Very shortly, one of the women walks up and jabs my butt
with a syringe, then I sink to the floor and pass out.

I come too strapped to a chair; my arms are secured to the chair’s moveable
arms and are raised over my head.  Similarly, my legs are fastened to
moveable stirrups and are spread widely and a strap around my torso holds
me to the seat.  My garments have been removed, leaving me somewhat at a
disadvantage.  Although I can’t tell, I’m still in the warehouse and it’s
about ten hours later, in the middle of day eight of my stay here in
friendly Dubai.  I tug at my restraints and find I’m not going anywhere.
Minutes later, the door opens and a man and a woman walk in, both dressed
in military camo clothing.  The man sits in a chair staring at me, while
the woman walks up to me, slaps one of my breasts and demands, “Who are
you?  What are you doing here?”  To emphasize her questions she slaps my
breast again, harder this time.

It stings more than it hurts, but I’m aware that may not last long.  “I’m
Cathy Burgess.  I work for a shipping company in Japan and would like to
know if you are interested in doing busi…”

She slaps me again, across my face and barks, “Bullshit.  I want to know
what you are doing here.”  She squeezes a nipple hard enough to bring tears
to my eyes.”

I see no reason not to state the obvious so I retort, “I’m trying to gather
as much information as possible about your doings,” and egg her on, “what
the hell did you think I was doing?”  Which earns me another slap.

The man interrupts and comments, “You are dead.  We detected no
transmissions from you and that suit you had on wasn’t about to hide a
tracking device.  No one is coming to rescue you.  We can make it easy for
you or hard.  Tell us what we want to know and you won’t feel a thing.”

I happy to know they don’t realize the capabilities of the bodystocking.
Nevertheless, I know I am in deep trouble.  Still, there is no question
what my response will be.  I look at him levelly and respond, “Not a
chance.”  Then the real torture begins.  They beat me with rubber-covered
rods and god knows what else till I pass out.  Upon waking, the beating
continues and they abuse various other parts of me.  The hours pass, but I
don’t come close to breaking.  Mary got me talking in less than thirty
minutes and these fools got nothing after twelve hours of torture.  I’m
bruised and bleeding, but am basically intact when they decide they both
aren’t going to get anything out of me and don’t need to.  

Their leader comes in and says, “We could just shoot you in the head and
dump your body in an alley, but we would prefer you not be found, so we
have another end in mind.”  Then he nods to the woman who has been my main
assailant.  She sticks me with another syringe and soon I’m out again.

I come to in a helicopter flying over the desert; all I can see is sand in
every direction.  My hands and ankles are shackled together with short
pieces of chain, and I’m still in the buff.  I feel sore and there are
welts and large purplish areas all over me, but nothing seems broken.
Except for the pilot, the only other person with me is that damn woman.  I
can’t see it, but suspended under the helicopter is a crate with a fiendish
device inside.  Unfortunately, the crate is too small to contain a mecha
and so is not being tracked by the OSA.  They have no idea where I am.
Shortly, the helicopter sets the crate down on the sand.  The helicopter
lands near and holding a gun on me the woman motions me to exit.  The pilot
gets out, walks over to the crate, and opens the large side, which swings
down like a ramp.

I’m walked up the ramp; the woman backs away a few steps keeping me well
covered and nods to the pilot.  He unlocks the binders on me and indicates
I am to lie on the device.  I look around, the woman is out of reach, and
realize I have no real alternative if I don’t want to be shot and as Mary
said, I probably shouldn’t let bullets enter my body.

It’s clear how I am to lie.  There’s a mold that a butt fits in and groves
around a central hump for my legs, which are held slightly above the rest
of my body, giving excellent access to my genitals.  My back and head are
supported at a small angle, giving me a first-rate view of my privates.
Several straps are fastened, at my ankles, calves, thighs, waist, and below
and above my breasts.  My arms are stretched over my head and my wrists are
fastened to rings attached to the wall of the crate behind my head.  My
boobs project up nicely.  Once I am secured, the woman holsters her weapon
and walks up to me.  She pulls down from the ceiling a pair of large
suction cups that she attaches to my boobs.  After she flips a switch on
the side of the central hump, I feel my breasts sucked into the cups,
filling them.  She rotates a knob, and then flips another switch.  Nothing
happens right away.  She inspects my bondage and satisfied, she speaks, “In
a few minutes this machine will start to fuck you.”  She looks disgusted.
“Probes will penetrate your cunt and your ass and will continue non-stop
regardless of your response, although their intensity and thrusting will
vary randomly.  They are powered by solar cells on the top of this crate
and will be fucking your bones years from now.  Your breasts will be abused
by these,” poking the suction cups stuck to my boobs.  “But that is not
what will kill you.  This will,” and she points to the desert around me.
“The machine will merely speed things up.  This crate is the same color as
the sand and even we wouldn’t be able to find it again once we are a
hundred meters away.  You will die here and never be found!!”  She gives a
harsh laugh, slaps my face one last time and then steps off the ramp.  The
side of the crate is closed and fastened.  I hear her last word, “Enjoy!”
Then she barks a laugh and I hear soft footfalls, the sound of a helicopter
getting fainter and fainter, then nothing.

Crap, this is a tough spot indeed.  For all that I hate her, she is right. 
Except by accident, this crate never will be found.  Certainly not soon
enough to do me any good.  Then I hear a faint click and the low whine of
motors.  My breasts are sucked further into the cups and my nipples enter
the tubes leading from them.  The ends of the tubes have small soft flaps,
which excite my nipples and I feel them harden in response.  I snort in
dismay.  Sometimes being a highly sexual woman can be troublesome.
Watching wide-eyed I see two dildos advancing out of the central hump,
squarely targeting both of my holes.  I detect a faint sheen on them, so
they must be lubricated.  It wouldn’t be enough torture I guess if they
ripped me open and I bled to death.  My anus is pierced first.  I relax,
knowing there is no point in resisting and doing so would only cause me
pain.  It slides in smoothly, not too deep and starts withdrawing as the
other dildo enters my vagina.  The suction on my tits and the probing of my
nether region actually feels quite nice and in other circumstances would be
most enjoyable.  Actually is most enjoyable.  I give into the pleasure and
focus my attention on the feelings surging through my erogenous zones.  I
hear squishy sounds coming from my cunt and I grip the invader with my
pelvic muscles increasing the friction and the pleasure.  The probes
suddenly synchronize their thrusting; and squirming and twitching, I
orgasm, but unlike with a person, the machine does not care and continues
thrusting into my cunt and ass and sucking my breasts, sometimes harder,
sometimes softer, but never stopping.  The temperature in the crate is
climbing and climbing as the sun heats it.  Soon I am sweating profusely,
beads of sweat running together and joining in my bellybutton, which
overflows and makes a small pool of liquid on my stomach.  The probing
continues, as do my orgasms, and in the heat, I become a little hysterical.
I find myself talking to the machine, trying to get it to stop or at least
give me a break, as I cum again.  Then not being able to hold it anymore, I
urinate and watch the precious fluid run down over my invaders, making a
temporary puddle on the bottom of the crate.  I pass out a couple times,
but always wake shortly after, finding myself being fucked mercilessly.
Kasey, this infernal machine doesn’t compare to your touch, but I guess it
isn’t supposed to.

Finally, the sun goes down and the crate starts cooling, though as that
nasty woman said the probing never stops.  I am exhausted and weak already;
I know I won’t make it through another day of the desert heat.  The machine
is sapping my energy enough and if allowed to could probably kill me from
exhaustion by itself.  Add in the loss of water and I may already be
doomed.   I actually sleep fitfully for part of the night I am so tired.  I
don’t know what time it was, but from some hidden source of reserves I
regain some of my sanity and start to try and escape my situation.  I
realize that this machine wasn’t built just for me and most likely is
normally used for fun.  So it’s not as strong as my torturer would like to
believe.  My bondage severely limits my movements, but my hips have some
limited motion available.  My flexibility comes to my rescue here and I am
able to apply significant sideways pressure on the plunging probes.  In a
fairly short time, I hear a grinding noise, just as I cum again.  I strain
to maintain the pressure while I moan in pleasure.  Just as the machine
doesn’t, I don’t relent, drawing on my promise to Denise not to give up.
It may be my fatigue, but I feel she is somehow helping me.  Abruptly the
grinding noise gets much louder, the machine jams and I am no longer at the
mercy of continuous fucking.  As luck would have it, my anal probe is the
one that remains stuck in me, while my vagina is empty.  The whole gearing
system must have failed as the suction cups lose their pull, release my
breasts and retract upward.  I sigh gratefully as the unremitting
excitation I had been undergoing ceases.  Thank-you, Denise.  Still
strapped to the machine, but too weary to do any more, I fall back asleep.

I wake as the heat in the crate starts building once again.  My predicament
is still dire.  I must get free of this device or all I have done is delay
the inevitable.  I’m not exposed to direct sunlight, but with all the water
I lost yesterday, I must get loose soon.  Again, my flexibility comes to my
rescue.  The loss of fluid has made parts of me noticeably thinner and my
wrists freely rotate in the straps.  I pull and tug and twist, slowly
sliding the straps up over my hands, but am unable to get them over my
thumb joints.  Gritting my teeth, I pop my left thumb out of socket, which
shrinks that hand, just enough for me to get it free.  Then, with a short
scream, I jam my hand into my side and my thumb back into place.  That’s
going to hurt for a while.  I am able to reach the other wrist strap,
loosen it and free my right arm.  I unstrap my breasts, waist and then my
legs.  Free at last.  Looking up I see inside releases on the ends on the
crate, climb on the machine and trip them.  I push on the wood and the ends
of the crate fall away, giving me access once again to the outside world.
I look out and see nothing but sand in all directions.  From the sun, I
would say it’s about noon.  I decide I must stay in the crate until
nightfall.  Naked as I am, if I expose myself to that sun I’ll burn to a
crisp.  Luckily, there is a slight breeze flowing through the crate, so
it’s not excessively hot.  I thank god it’s almost December as well.  If it
had been July, I’d probably already be dead.  I realize it’s my eleventh
day here and wonder if I survive, what I will find.  Did the OSA get them
or has the trouble just begun?

Once it is dark, I climb up on top of the crate and scan the horizon.  To
the east, where I think Dubai should be I detect nothing, even using my
night-vision at its max.  That entire hemisphere is equally dark.  Looking
west, I at first detect nothing either, but then in a slightly north-west
direction, I think I see a small lightening of the horizon, like a glow of
a candle at a kilometer.  Although, from the stars, I think Dubai must be
east, I don’t know how far or what direction the helicopter took.  I
resolve to march toward the glow in hopes it is not a mirage.  Taking a
couple careful star sightings, I decide to walk that direction for half the
night and return to the crate by morning if I find nothing.  I think I can
survive another day here before I have to risk it all.  In the event, my
eyes did not deceive me and in an hour or so, I can tell that the glow is
definitely getting brighter.  I continue toward the beacon in the desert
and at last, my muscles screaming at me from walking through sand and my
thirst intense, I climb a small dune and am rewarded by looking down on a
nomad encampment.  If I could have cheered, I would have.  I stumble down
the dune and am seen by their outposts who, with a shocked expression at
seeing a naked woman walk into their camp-light, greet me in a friendly
fashion.  I try to say something, anything, but I have used the last of my
reserves and pitch forward to the ground and as I hear them call out
excitedly, I lose consciousness.

I don’t know it, but just as I discover the camp, the OSA launches its
assault.  The incoming freighter has already been intercepted by battle
cruisers from our Mars base and the mechas on it discovered.  The freighter
is evacuated and then destroyed by fire from the cruisers as a warning to
any that decide to help those whose intentions are not peaceful.  A heavily
armed brigade of troops are dropped on the warehouse and backed up by
attack helicopters quickly break in, some right through holes blown in the
roof and the rest through similarly created holes in the walls.  A few of
the assault team are killed, and several wounded from fire loosed by the
two operational mechas, but a pair of Hellfire XI missiles end the threat
from the mechas, along with their operators.  As has been directed, there
is no collateral damage or causalities.  They find the other six mechas
still there in their crates and capture the leader and his female colleague
who had done their best to make me die alone and unfound.  She laughs when
questioned about me, telling them that I am already dead and that they’ll
never find me.  John, who I had thought was so emotionless, pulls out a
knife, stabs her in the gut and chest and lets her bleed to death.  The
assault team commander frowns, but doesn’t question the action.  The
survivors are loaded into cargo helicopters and flown to New York for trial
as terrorists.  Politics eventually leads to a few only being deported,
including the leader.  The mechas are destroyed with plastic explosive.
Finally, using precisely placed demolition charges the entire warehouse is
leveled.  The assault team, along with John, is loaded into their own
helicopters and return to their respective bases.  The entire action is
over in less than four hours.  The Persian government is informed of the
action by the UN military; the OSA is not even mentioned.  The OSA leaves a
couple agents in Dubai to conduct a search, but fundamentally, they believe
the woman and assume I am dead.  Did I ever surprise them.  Fortunately,
for Kasey and Nancy’s peace of mind, they did not inform her of my supposed
death.  The OSA’s policy is not to do so in absence of a body for at least
thirty days.

I awake in a tent covered in a sheet, with a pair of nomad women watching
over me.  They greet me and gently holding my head up; they give me some
water to drink, not allowing me to drink too much.  I fall back asleep and
when I next awaken, it is daylight, but the women are still there.  They
give me more water and a few dates to eat.  They ask me if they may examine
my body for hurt and point at the entrance to the tent, assuring me there
is an armed guard and that my body will not be seen by other than them.  I
am still very weak, but manage to give them the OK.  The sheet is removed
and hung between the tent opening and me, preventing even accidental
exposure.  Inspecting me carefully, both front and back, and softly running
their gifted hands over me, they tell me that I do not have any permanent
damage.  How they know is beyond me.  They wish to anoint me with oils they
say will speed my healing and I agree.  I drink more water and feel
slightly more human.  They have me lie on my stomach and gently, tenderly
massage the fragrant oil into my back, buttocks and down my legs.  I twinge
as they discover areas of soreness, but the oil seems to sooth the pain.
At their nudge, I roll onto my back and they resume working the oil into
me, paying special attention to my breasts and genital area, which have
undergone such abuse.  Of course, my nipples betray me and stiffen under
their attention.  They smile at each other and continue rubbing me down.
My feet too are given careful treatment, as they are blistered and quite
sore.  Afterwards, I eat a few more dates, a little dried lamb, and drink
more water.  They tell me to rest again and that one of them will be with
me at all times, should I need anything.  By the third morning, after much
more water, more food and more anointings, I am feeling very much better.
They bring me a dress like the one they wear; it’s white, worn like a
poncho, floor length, with a waist tie.  Very little of me is exposed
directly, but the garment is fairly sheer so air passes though it easily
and I remain cool.  They ask me if I feel I am well enough to see the
chief.  I am feeling as good as new and tell them I will be pleased to meet
him.

They brush my hair and put a thin gold necklace on me, of an intricate
design, which indicates my protected status, and then take me to see the
chief.  They offer sandals, but I decline, as my feet feel fine just like
they are.  Not insisting, they lead me to the chief’s tent, the guard
stands aside and holds the entrance open for me.  I step into the tent,
with my attendants waiting outside, and bow to the chief, whose name turns
out to be Najid.  I thank him for my treatment and praise the care given me
by my attendants.  He stands and bows in return and asks my name.

“My name is Cathy Burgess.”

He nods and reseats himself and one, who I think must be his daughter,
comes out from deeper in the tent and sits next to him.  She looks to be in
her middle teens, about the same as Kasey and Jody and is very beautiful,
with long dark-brunette hair.  He asks me to sit and I am given water and a
bowl of dates.  He asks me to tell him how I came to be wandering in the
desert in such a state.  I tell him the full story of my capture, torture
and abandonment in the desert on that horrible machine, only leaving out
any mention of the OSA.  When I am done, he says, “Thank-you for your open
and sincere story.  I know it must have been painful to relive.  You have
done well to survive such torment.  My daughter here is wise beyond her
years and knows you have spoken truly.  Nor have you said too much.
Whoever your chief is, he would be pleased.  My tent is yours until you
decide otherwise.”

I stand, remove the cord from around my waist, pull the dress over my head,
and stand there naked in front of him.  His daughter quietly says, “Is it
not as I said?”  Her father nods.

I declare, “You and your clan have saved my life and in a time I would not
have believed possible have nursed me back to health.  I know that reward
is not your motive, but I would offer my body to you and any of yours who
would care use it and to play with me.  I offer this not out of obligation,
but because my spirit moves me so.”

His daughter smiles and Najid replies, “I thank-you for your willingness to
join with us, but no man of my clan may lay with a woman not of the clan.
Please dress.”  Chuckling, he continues, “Before I break the rules.”

Although I am a little embarrassed at being rejected, I understand the
prohibition, retrieve my dress and put it on.  As I dress, his daughter
rises and whispers in his ear.  He smiles, nods his head and says, “You
have touched my daughter’s heart.  She suggests we adopt you into the clan,
and then we will be allowed to experience your gift.  What say you?”

I feel tears forming and answer, “The honor is too much, but I humbly
accept your offer.”  I bow again.

Briskly now, he calls my attendants in and instructs them, “Prepare her and
teach her the ways of adoption.  We will perform the ceremony one hour
after dark.”  They nod and lead me back to my original tent.

They tell me it has been many years since someone was adopted into the
clan, not many strangers come around and fewer find favor.  She explains
that the ceremony is not too long and is easy to learn, but requires that I
allow myself to be tattooed with the clan’s symbol, identifying me forever
as a member of the Nioana clan.  She shows me her tattoo, which is on the
inside of her right thigh, near the junction of her legs.  It’s in a
similar place to a lottery tattoo, but bears no resemblance and is quite
beautiful, all blacks, grays, and browns.  She explains it is a Caracal, a
desert cat.  I have never considered being tattooed, but I find that the
thought, in this circumstance, does not disturb me and tell her that I will
revere my symbol.  I am again anointed with oils during the hour after
sundown and given a wrap to wear, like a thin robe.  The necklace is
removed and replaced by circlet of gold and semiprecious stones that sits
upon my forehead.  At the appointed time, I am led out of the tent barefoot
and to the center of the encampment, with my attendants flanking me.  The
chief and his daughter sit side by side on a raised dais in front of which
is a platform about the size of a massage table with a long ‘U’ cut out
from one end.  Next to it is a small platform with vials of ink and
feathered needles that look remarkably like the ones Mary once used on me.

Najid stands, along with everyone else and announces to his clan, “Cathy
Burgess, the desert wanderer, wishes to become a member of our clan.  I
would like to welcome her.  If any do not find favor with this, let them
sit.”  He looks around and no one sits.  There is no sound and I’m getting
just a little nervous.  “Since none object, let the ceremony begin.”  Najid
reseats himself.  The rest of the crowd, men toward the front and women
with the children toward the back also sits, either on the ground or on
campstools some brought.  My attendants move forward and remove my wrap.
I’m glad I’m not shy as a soft murmur runs through crowd.  As I am led
slowly throughout the crowd, many of them reach out and touch me as I go
by.  The warmth of their reception gives me goose pimples, penetrates my
heart and removes the last pain of my ordeal.  It was worth it to meet such
people.  At last, I am brought before Najid who gently touches my posterior
and stands again.  He asks me, “Cathy, do you, in your heart of hearts
desire to be a member of the Nioana clan?”

Looking at everyone, my tears come, but I am able to say, “Yes, I desire
it.”

Again, he asks, “Cathy, will you accept being marked forever as a member of
the Nioana clan?”

A little more clearly this time, I respond, “Yes, I desire to be marked as
a member of the Nioana clan.”

Finally, he asks, “Cathy, if called upon, will you die for the good of the
Nioana clan?”

Standing bolt upright, proud of whom I am, I ringingly declare, “I would
die for the good of the Nioana clan.”

He instructs me, “Cathy, lie upon the platform of marking.”  I do as
instructed, placing my legs along the ‘U’ giving access to my inner thighs.
The clan scribe moves next to me and for the next two hours, my thigh is
punctured and colored with the design of the Caracal.  It is no more than
uncomfortable and my attendants hold my hands throughout providing moral
support.  No one leaves or even appears restless throughout the ceremony,
so I feel supported by all and do not make a sound.  Finally, the scribe is
done.  My attendants apply their magic oil to my tattoo and I am helped off
the table.

Looking down, I admire the scribe’s handiwork and think how beautiful it is
to have a cat looking up at me.  I hope Kasey likes it.  Then Najid on one
side and his daughter on the other take my hands and intone, “Cathy Burgess
is now a member of the Nioana clan.  All praise her.”  Everyone stands and
cheers.  I know what I am to do next.  I unfasten the rope holding up
Najid’s pants, which fall to the ground.  Standing next to me, his daughter
holds a bowl of oil.  I dip my fingers into the oil and apply it to Najid’s
penis, gently slathering his cock, which rapidly comes to attention.  When
I am finished, I bend over the table, offering myself to him.  He moves
behind me and slowly, but firmly slides his member into my vagina and
proceeds to give me a fine fucking, cumming in me after about ten minutes. 
I get somewhat excited, but do not cum myself.  I’m still a little
overwhelmed.  I remain bent over the table, displaying my cunt to all until
his semen starts dripping out of me, showing me a true member of the clan. 
That ends the ceremony.  Then the party begins.

The party lasts all night, ending with the dawn.  I don’t know how many men
have intercourse with me.  Most of the clan, I think.  I know Najid does me
twice more.  Many of the other single women are also used similarly, but
the married ones are relegated to the sidelines.  From what I observe, the
married men are only allowed to do me and no others, and only once each.
There is no lesbian contact at all, just a few casual hugs and butt pats.
At last, we all go to our tents and sleep the day away.  My gold necklace
is replaced, indicating that even though now a member of the clan, I am
under the chief’s especial protection.

That evening, Najid comes to my tent and asks me if I wish to remain with
them a while or return to Dubai.  I take his hands and affectionately kiss
him, which seems to surprise him.  I tell him, “I love your clan, but I
think it is time for me to return to my home.  I will never forget you or
your clan and if you ever need me, feel free to call on me.  I will not
forget my vows.”  He thanks me and agrees to take me to the outskirts of
Dubai.  Leaving the next morning, we travel for nearly two days, arriving
at Dubai early on the evening of 3 December.  He will not go closer as he
has an aversion for the people there.  I thank them all once again, wave,
and watch as they move back into the desert.  I find myself crying softly
at the parting, wondering if I’ll ever see them again.

I absently touch my thigh where my tattoo is, now totally healed and
wearing the clothes they gave me as well as the necklace of protection, I
turn at last and strike off for my hotel.  It takes me another hour and a
half to get there, and as I enter, I am spotted by an OSA observer, who
calls in the sighting.  Unbeknownst to me as well, a second observer makes
a call to Mary.  As I cross the lobby, I am given a few curious looks at my
thin garment, with obviously nothing on under, but no one stops me.

The door opens to my palm and I call John.  He picks up almost immediately,
“Cathy, is that you?”  Do I detect some worry?  I give him a synopsis of
what happened after my capture and he fills me in on the OSA assault.  I
get sad when I hear of the sacrifice that was made to end this threat; the
price is high.  No mention is made of the woman other than the bare fact
that she is dead.  Then he says as coolly as usual, “Your mission has been
filed as closed and successful.  You are released until we have need of you
again.  Good-bye.”  As usual, he hangs up before I can respond.

Chapter 6 – Back to Tokyo

I carefully remove my dress, fold it and pack it away.  I get in the shower
and wash several days of grime, dirt and what-have-you from my body.  Then
I lay down on the bed marveling at its softness and fingering my necklace,
I fall asleep, dreaming of the desert, of Najid and his daughter.

I awake around 0800 and calling, I find that there is a 1015 flight to
Narita available on NAS.  I book a seat and start rushing around packing.
I’m glad I did my shopping early.  I think of packing the necklace, but
can’t bear to take it off yet.  I wear a long sleeved brown scoop neck top,
a pair of jeans, socks and sneakers, and no underwear for my flight to
Tokyo; they’re the only moderately warm clothes I brought.  I finish
packing, call the desk to get me a cab, checkout and make it to the jetport
by 0930.  At 1015, I’m settled in my seat, we push back from the jetway,
and I’m on my way back to Tokyo.  As I touch the spot on my thigh, I smile
wistfully.  Won’t Kasey be surprised?  As we climb out of Dubai, my
thoughts turn more and more to Kasey and the others and I discover I am
impatient to get back.

One of the stewardesses is the same one as from my original flight from
Narita.  She recognizes me and stops to say hello.  I’m surprisingly
relaxed and not nearly as nervous as usual, but I playfully slip my hand
in-between her legs anyway.  She giggles a little, then notices my
necklace.  Bending closer to take a look, and exposing her panties to all,
she comments that it’s quite beautiful with a unique design.  She asks me
where I got it, as she would like one too.  I smile at her, boldly skim my
fingers over her panty and tell her I got it by being adopted into the
Nioana clan.  She kneels next to me and whispers in my ear, “I thought it
might be something like that, take good care of it, I feel power emanating
from it.”  I assure her I will and she passes on to another passenger.  I
sleep a goodly portion of the flight, awakening a couple hours before
landing.  I wile away the time watching some light entertainment and at
2305 local time, we land in Narita.  It’s the 4th of December, so I have
been away for eighteen days.  I collect my things from baggage claim, drag
everything to my car, pay the outrageous parking fee and humming softly,
cruise down the toll way to Tokyo.

I park my car, get the bags out of my trunk and open the door to my home.
It’s 0048 exactly when I walk through the door.  It’s good to be back.  The
place looks as perfect as Kasey had promised.  I decide it’s too late to
call either Kasey or Nancy.  Not feeling tired, I strip naked, except for
the necklace, unpack and put everything away neatly.  I keep the items I
bought for everyone in the living room.  I stash that ‘special’ outfit I
bought on my first day in Dubai in my closet and store the dress I received
from the Nioana clan in the container with my formal.  In my opinion, the
dress from the clan, as simple as it is, is far more valuable than the
formal, as expense as it was.  Then I take a quick shower and climb in the
tub, turn on the jets and aerators, then soak for forty-five minutes,
relaxing and soaking the last of the desert grime off me.  I do notice that
I have browned up a good deal from that day on the beach.  I suspect that
Kasey will like the design on my skin that my suit created.  A little after
0300, I crawl into my bed and happy as a clam to be home, soon fall asleep.

My bed moves, which awakens me, just before a pair of lips press mine.  I
open my eyes and there is Kasey, taking liberties.  I wrap my arms around
him and say, “Nice way to be woken up.”  Then we kiss again.  I glance at
the clock and see it is a little after 1000.

Kasey says, “I’m sorry I was so bold, but I couldn’t resist.  After all,
it’s been nineteen days.”

I giggle, playfully punch him, and tell him, “It’s fine, you can kiss me
anytime you want.”  I wrap my arms around his neck and ask, “How have
things been here?”

“Fine, no problems at all, except that I’ve been a little lonely.”  He sits
on the edge, holds my hand and a little misty eyed says, “It’s so nice to
see you again.”

I squawk, grab the sheet and cover myself, “What did you mean by that?!”
Kasey looks flustered, so I let the sheet fall away, exposing my breasts to
his view again, smile and respond.  “I’m sorry I made fun of you.  It’s
good to see you again too.”

Kasey notices my necklace while trying not to stare at my boobs and asks,
“That necklace is pretty.  I don’t remember seeing it before.”

“That’s because you haven’t.  I got this on my trip.  There’s quite a story
behind it.”  I proceed to tell him the whole story with full orchestration
and four-part harmony, modified to leave out all mission related details.
I substitute a solo drive out into the desert and a crash to explain how I
ended up with the Nioana clan in the first place.  He insists on seeing my
tattoo and after a little wrestling with the sheets, I allow him to expose
my lower half.  I spread my legs and he closely inspects my new artwork.

In an awed tone he comments, “It is gorgeous.  I’ve never been a fan of
tattoos, but this is awesome.”  Sitting up, he continues, “So, now you are
a member of the Nioana clan.”

“I am and that experience alone made the trip worthwhile.  I have brought
back some souvenirs for you, Jody, and Kane.  Do you know if they have
anything planned for this evening?”

“They probably do, but I’m sure they’ll happily change.”

“OK, let’s give them a call a little later, but for right now, how about
you get out of those confining things and join me?”  I giggle.

Kasey responds, “I thought you’d never ask,” and strips in near record
time.  For all the clan members that did me, none had a cock to match
Kasey’s.  We kiss again and soon are deep into lovemaking, his tool
welcoming me home in the best way.  I love the way his penis stretches and
spreads my vagina, whose nerve endings transmit his cock’s every
irregularity.  The slushy sounds of his dick sliding in and out of me are
comforting and while I don’t get too excited, I feel satisfied to be loved.
Too soon he cums, depositing a quantity of semen in me that makes me wonder
if he held off even jacking-off the whole time I was gone.  Awww, he is so
cute.

We get up and I get us a brunch going as he watches, commenting on my tan
lines, saying that Jody will be jealous.  Then I take a quick shower and
rejoin him.  We eat and chat, he tells me about getting ready for entrance
exams to Tokyo University, the goings on of Jody and Kane and other mostly
school related stuff.  At about 1230, I excuse myself and tell him I need
to make a private call.  I ask him to contact Jody and Kane and ask them
over for dinner and a show, although I don’t tell him that the show is
mostly going to be Jody and me.  While he is calling them, I go into the
study and call Nancy.

When she hears my voice, I hear a sudden intake of breath, then “Hello,
Cathy, it’s good to hear your voice.  After what went on in Dubai, I got a
little worried about you.”

“I’m OK.  It was a little more exciting than I had hoped, but I made it OK
and the mission was a success.  I’ll give you the details later; this is
not a secure line.  Perhaps we can get together sometime tomorrow.”

“Sure, I’ve got a concert in the evening with my parents, but if you can
come over around 1400 we can have a couple hours to ourselves.”

“OK, I’ll be there.  Today is Kasey’s day.  In fact, he’s here now.”  I
giggle and tell Nancy, “By the way, you were right.  See you tomorrow,
good-bye.” not giving her time to question me.

“Um, OK, see you, good-bye.”

I’ll tell Nancy a more factual version of the truth than Kasey got, but
only Najid and his daughter will ever know the whole story and they’re
family.  It’s good to have a family again.

I pad back to the living room and Kasey tells me that Jody and Kane will be
here at 1830.  He also says that he should go home, as he has chores to do
there that his mom will be wondering about.  I tell him to come at 1830 too
as I need time to just relax at home and prepare for the evening.  Giving
him a quick kiss, I also tell him that I won’t be reprogramming my door.
He preens hearing that, and I swear he was whistling as he walked down the
sidewalk.  Smiling to myself, I sit on the couch and for the first time in
several weeks, I truly relax.  I pet my tattoo, enchanted by its look and
meaning and finger my necklace, wondering just what the stewardess felt.
In any case, I have no intention of removing it.  It’s thin and light
enough not to interfere with anything I wear and since I don’t even have
other necklaces, it’ll never have competition.  I nod off for a short nap
and dream of the sands once again.  I wake about an hour later, get into my
jeans, top and jacket, and make a run to the local party store, stocking in
goodies for tonight not available on my cooking system.  Then return home
and plan the evening.

At 1700, I log into my computer and amazingly, there is an email from Mary,
with no identifiable return path.  It reads, ‘Good job.  You might find
these interesting.’  There’s a video attachment.  I download it and open it
in a viewer.  Holy cow!  She has sent me three scenes of women undergoing
their final moments at the hands of Mary and her dildo of death.  I can’t
quite make her out.  She can’t be trying to get me interested in that
‘object’, she already knows I can’t resist.  Hmmm.  I don’t watch more than
a few seconds of any of them.  Just enough to insure none are of me.  I
don’t think Mary recorded our session, but with her, one can’t be too
careful.  Then I securely delete the videos from my computer.  She is
something else.

I go into the bedroom and lay out the ‘outfit’ I got in Dubai and some
bondage gear from Sexland to spice things up a little.  Then, I call Jody.

“Hello, Jody.”

“Hey, Cathy, how was your trip?”

“It was fine.  I’ll tell you guys all about it tonight, but I have a
request.  Could you bring a second outfit with you tonight?  Something
you’d never wear in public, but would knock the boys dead.  Oh, and start
off in something extra conservative.”

Jody knows me and questions, “Are you planning an orgy or something?”  She
laughs and continues, “How revealing should it be?”

“It should both cover you and not cover you at the same time.  I bought an
outfit in Dubai, from Tabei in the Tau Ceti system.  It is ‘different’, but
I will enjoy wearing it and showing it off and I’d like you to join me in
the display of our assets.”  I giggle.

Jody laughs again and concludes, “OK, I think I know just what to bring as
long as you promise me there will be no one other than Kane and Kasey.”

“Great, I promise.  I couldn’t show this outfit to anyone else either.  It
would likely get me talked about.  See you at 1830.”

“Bye-bye”

I pad out to the living room and lay out the party goodies that don’t need
refrigeration.  

My starting outfit is the dress from the Nioana clan.  I want to use the
dress as a conversation starter and it’s not too bold with my crème colored
bra and panty set under it.  I go barefoot, since hose somehow seem ‘wrong’
in this dress.  I do feel very at home in this outfit.  I add some glittery
navy-blue eyeshadow to provide contrast to the white dress and crème
colored lipstick to impart contrast to my tan.  I cover the other items on
my bed with a sheet so no ‘accidents’ happen and program the entertainment
system with music and several slide shows; the first of which occasionally
displays lingerie clad women interspersed in the normal scenery shots the
system selects.  The upbeat music starts and soon after, I am ready.  A few
minutes after 1830, the door opens and Jody, followed by Kane and Kasey
make their appearance.  Jody is carrying a small bag and is dressed
perfectly.  She chose a loose fitting dark-green sweater, with matching
knee length skirt, tan hose and flats, which is just what I had in mind for
starters.  Winking at her, I ask them to be seated; I take her bag and put
it on my bed.  I return to the living room, point at my dress and tell the
story of my adventures in Dubai, focusing on my days with the clan.  Jody
gets up, examines my necklace, and pronounces it fetching.  They all want
to see my tattoo, so I lift my dress up as modestly as I can.  Thankful I
decided to wear panties, I show them my clan marking.  Jody asks if getting
it hurt and I allow as how it did a little.  They all approve of it and
tell me how good it looks on me.

About 1930 we move to the dining table and I serve my special, ‘authentic’
Italian spaghetti dinner.  I offer them all a glass of Chianti with the
meal.  Then they switch to non-alcoholic drinks and I finish the Chianti.
We eat, babble about my trip and the doings at school and feel very relaxed
together.  Both Kane and Kasey seem a little unsure of what is going on as
Jody and I are not in party clothes, but they seem to be enjoying
themselves.  At 2000, we adjourn to the living room again and watch one of
my favorite anime shows, which I missed while in Dubai.  Thank goodness for
pre-programmed recording; I quickly get up to date on the plot and if the
others have seen it live they are too considerate to mention it.  After the
anime ends, I get up and move to the center of the area; I ask Jody to join
me and then tell everyone, “I’m so glad you all came to help me enjoy my
homecoming.  Nevertheless, I want you guys to enjoy this as much as me, so
I’ve created a little plan for the rest of the evening.  So relax, Jody and
I will take it from here.”  I take the remote and start program two, which
has softer music, but more women, some in mild bondage.  Kasey and Kane
look at each other quizzically, and then smile in anticipation.

“Jody and I will be back shortly.”  I take her hand and lead her to my
bedroom, shutting the door behind us after calling back to the boys, “No
peeking!”  Which draws a good bit of laughter.

I remove the protective sheet and say, “If you don’t want to use some of
these items, don’t feel pressured, but I think the boys would get a kick
from them.  I hope you don’t think it’s too weird for you.”

She swats my rear and replies, “I used to worry about what other people
thought was weird.  Now, I only care what we think.”  Looking straight at
me she goes on, “We all love each other.  I love you, Cathy and am not
afraid you might hurt me anymore.  I love Kane and if he agrees, I am going
to marry him someday.  I know you love Kasey, and don’t deny it.  So
whatever we do together is OK by me.  There is no need to mother me.”

Since she is being so honest with me, I decide to reciprocate.
“Understood.  You are right, I do love Kasey, but I don’t think I can put a
permanent claim on him.  Also, I do love you as well.  Your candor is
refreshing.  We should be more than platonic and experiment a little with
each other.  You know I like girls too.”

Her eyes widen a little at that but she says, “You know, we should.  I’ve
not fooled around with a girl, I’m pretty straight, but I wouldn’t mind
seeing what it is like with you.”  She isn’t totally distracted by my
attempt to chat her up.  “Why do you think you can’t claim Kasey?”

She’s got me trapped, I told her the truth and she asked the obvious
follow-up question.  “This is truly not the time to speak of that, but soon
you will know.  If Kasey and I are still together then, I may very well
stake my claim.  I’m sorry I can’t say more.”

She laughs, and retorts, “I don’t think you understand.  We all, including
Kasey, know you are thirty-seven.  It doesn’t matter; he loves you for you,
not for your age.”

I collapse on the bed, my jaw on the floor and stammer, “Huh?  How?  When? 
I…”

Jody giggles, “Actually it was back before you and he got together, you
once dropped your purse on the bus and your ID fell out.  I picked it up
and looked at it before returning it.  I’m sorry, but at the time, I didn’t
think I liked you, so I told everyone.”  She looks at me a little
anxiously.

Wide-eyed I force my jaw to close, then burst out laughing.  I stand and
hug Jody and plant a kiss right on her lips.  “Thank-you, Jody.  I’ve been
afraid of messing things up with Kasey, but felt I had to tell him soon,
now I come to find out he’s known all along.  I’m totally flabbergasted,
but happy at the same time.”  I giggle some more, then say, “Let’s change. 
The guys are probably wondering what has happened to us.”  I strip out of
my clothes and Jody does the same.  From her bag, she pulls out the
sheerest white bra and panty set I’ve ever seen, a pair of white thigh-
highs with a sexy wide welt, and a full slip, which is nearly as sheer as
the underwear.  I never thought a slip could look sexy, but the combination
will pop the boys’ eyes out.  With her coloring and blue eyes, white looks
stunning.  I nod my head approvingly.

I put on the top of my special outfit.  At first it looks like a semi-sheer
chocolate colored bra, but then it starts to flow and change color,
sometimes looking as though it is not there at all and at other times it is
completely opaque.  I put on a pair of pants made of the same material.
They gather at my waist and ankles, but are very loose elsewhere.  I ask
Jody to put her hand on my breast; she does, then jerks it away.

“It moved!”  She says, astonished.  Putting her hand back, she watches it
flow and alter its character, right under her hand.  My nipples have
already gotten hard from the gentle shifting feeling over my breasts.
“Wow!  I didn’t know such a material existed.”

“It’s not a material actually.  It’s alive.”  Jody jerks her hand back
again, staring at my chest.  Smiling at her reaction, I continue, “It lives
on the sweat and dead skin flakes that are always there and it needs very
little to keep going and when it can’t get any, it goes into suspended
animation until it can feed again.”

“That is just the coolest thing ever.  Can I wear that sometime?”  Jody
gets over her fears fast.

“Absolutely.  It feels very sensuous and I’m glad it doesn’t fit any
tighter around my crotch or I’d end up lying here in sexual ecstasy.”

I suggest we do a little of that playing with each other in front of the
guys as we show off the outfits.  Jody nods, “A little will be OK.” then
points at the bed and asks, “Are these for round two?”  I nod and she
shivers a little.  “I’m going to cum instantly you know.  Being bound and
fucked has been a fantasy of mine.”

“It can be a lot of fun, especially with someone you trust.  The boys won’t
be able to hold out either by the time they get us.  Ready?”  She nods and
we go to the living room.  The guys are waiting and their eyes bug out once
they see us.  With our arms around the other’s waist, we saunter in front
of the guys.  I declare, “So you all knew you were playing with an old
lady.”  Both Kasey and Kane turn a little red, nod their heads and grin.  I
shake my head, “Is nothing sacred?”

Then I say, “The show has begun, we need for you guys to be naked, but we
don’t want to watch, so we’ll turn our backs.”  We turn and Jody playfully
slips her hand into the back of my pants and starts to stroke my ass and
through her slip, I do the same to her.  She inhales suddenly as she feels
the animal flow over her hand.  We hear a couple gasps from behind us and
we giggle.  We’re told it’s OK and we turn back around, smiling as we
continue our play.  The guys are sitting and although they both try to hide
it a little they are both already getting hard.  I pull Jody to me, we hug,
and then I kiss her.  She’s a little taut for a second, then relaxes and
starts to tongue me first.  We French kiss for a few minutes, while playing
with each other’s rear.  She fondles my boobs and I hers, and the next time
we look, it’s obvious we’re about to get raped.  We nod at each other, then
I reach under her slip and slide Jody’s panties down.  She steps out of
them and kicks them at Kane, giving him and Kasey a flash of her pussy.
Turning to me, she grasps the waistband of my living pants and slowly
reveals my pussy.  Releasing them, the pants drop to the floor and I step
out of them.

First, I go and sit on Kasey’s lap, lifting a leg so Kane gets a good view.
Facing Kasey, I direct his penis into my cunt and slide down to his lap
with a sigh.  After Kasey is firmly seated in me, Jody copies my actions,
hiking her slip up and giving Kasey the view this time.  With a smile, she
impales herself on Kane.  I hear a slight squishing as his cock enters her.
We start levering up and down, fucking the boys for a change.  Listening to
their breathing tells me that Jody and I won’t be doing this long at all.

I lean over and whisper in Kasey’s ear, “You naughty boy, why didn’t you
tell me you knew?”

Panting a little, he whispers back, “It seemed important to you and I
didn’t know how to say it didn’t matter to me.  It doesn’t you know.”
Smiling, I give his cock a good squeeze with my kegel muscle; he moans a
little and ejaculates, spraying my insides with his warmth.  I hear Kane at
about the same time blow his load into Jody.  Neither of them lasts long
enough for us to get very turned on, but it feels good and I’ve never been
an orgasm counter and neither is Jody.  While they are still hard, I take
Jody’s hand; we stand up, and waving and shaking our behinds, we move back
to the bedroom.

After wiping some of the boys’ leaking cum from ourselves, we strip again,
Jody leaving her thigh-highs on.  I put a black garter belt on and a pair
of sheer black nylons, the ones I had bought back in September.  We wear
nothing else.  Then we pick-up the bondage gear I have laid out and walk
back into the living room.  I announce, “A couple unruly slaves have been
brought to you for punishment.  Our kitty-cats are for your fucking
pleasure.”  We move the coffee table far enough away from the couch to
provide plenty of room.  Then using the wide black leather padded cuffs, I
bind Jody’s ankles and she binds mine, with white colored cuffs this time. 
The colors provide a becoming set off to our nylons.  We lock forty-
centimeter length chains to the cuffs binding our ankles, so our legs can
be spread nicely.  She cuffs my wrists and I hers with the same type of
cuffs used around our ankles, black for her and white for me.  The padding
makes them very comfortable, but we are nonetheless properly bound.  I pull
Jody’s arms behind her, lock her cuffs together, and push her down.  She
bends forward and rests her torso on the table offering her rear to Kane.
I put my arms behind me and Kasey locks my cuffs together.  I kneel and lay
next to Jody on the table, offering my rear as well.  “Trigger the next
program and then you may start the punishment.”  Kasey picks up the remote,
hits and starts program three, which has even softer music, with faint
moaning and panting sounds in the background.  The slide show is now fully
X-Rated with shots of intercourse, fellatio and even cum leaking from cunts
displayed for our viewing delectation.  Jody watches for a few seconds,
then looks at me and winks.

Without the slightest warning, Kane plunges into Jody, right to the hilt,
eliciting a small yelp and then starts banging her like there is no
tomorrow.  Jody, initially surprised by the Kane’s violence, quickly gets
into it and thrusts back at her pseudo-rapist.  Her cunt is noisy,
slurping, squishing and slushing in turn.  Kane is breathing rapidly and is
straining not to cum too soon.  Her eyes close for a moment and she’s
really getting turned on by being unable to do anything other than take it.

Kasey, perhaps taking a hint from the slide show, comes around and presents
his penis to my mouth.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jody’s eyes
widen a little as Kasey appears.  She is panting already and I think
watching Kasey get head from me will excite her even more, especially when
I deep-throat him.  I open my lips to welcome Kasey’s cock and he pushes it
into my mouth, meeting my tongue, which starts working him over.  Like
Kane, Kasey also inserts himself fully, albeit without the force Kane did. 
Nevertheless, in one continuous motion he inexorably pushes his penis into
my mouth until his balls bounce off my chin.  Jody gasps and then orgasms. 
I feel her squirming on the table.  The sensations in her pussy and the
view of my spitting are too much for her.  I hope that Kasey doesn’t
withdraw too soon; we must present an erotic sight.  Even at full depth,
his cock doesn’t block my esophagus, so I can still breathe fine.  As if
reading my mind Kasey remains pressed against my lips and I lave his penis,
rubbing the back of my tongue against the underside of the glans, sucking
just a little.  Two or three minutes pass and I hear Jody puff out between
pants, “Are you OK?”

I giggle in my throat and nod my head.  The vibration against his cock
triggers Kasey’s movement, as he can no longer restrain himself.  He starts
to trust smoothly in and out of my oral cavity, never quite removing his
cock and never quite ramming in to full depth.  I close my eyes; I can’t
see the screen anyway and focus on his dick and its feel.  My tongue traces
the veins, bumps and hollows.  I suck gently, swallowing his pre-cum as it
leaks out.  My pussy almost feels like he is fucking it, instead of my
mouth as I feel it lubricate and prepare itself.  Kasey centers his cock in
the middle of my mouth and commands softly, “Make me cum, slave!”
Accepting the challenge, I vary the intensity of my suction and swirl my
tongue around the head of my friendly intruder.  In a few minutes, I get my
reward as I feel Jody twitch around the tabletop and hear Kasey sigh, then
feel his penis throb, spasm and deposit his cargo of semen in my mouth.  I
swallow in time with his spurts until he runs dry, then very softly lick
him until he softens and withdraws.  My own genitals are twitching and I’m
ready to orgasm myself at the slightest provocation, which Kasey provides,
sliding his fingers into my soaking cunt and lightly pinching my clitoris. 
I stiffen and cum, clamping his fingers in my cunt as a series of muscular
contractions passes over me.  I sigh contentedly and lie on the table,
catching my breath.  I look over at Jody and smile just as Kane slams into
her one last time and moaning, ejaculates into her vagina just as Kasey had
recently done in my mouth.  She smiles back, looking pleased and satisfied,
as I suspect I do, as Kane pulls out of her and joins Kasey on the couch.

We scooch together and kiss tenderly as the guys leave us bound for a few
more minutes as we all come down from the high of our sexual congress.
Before we get restless, Kasey unlocks my cuffs and Kane does the same for
Jody, however leaving our chains in place at our ankles.  Giggling quietly
I crawl onto Kasey’s lap and Jody wriggles her way onto Kane’s.  Jody
kisses Kane, I kiss Kasey, and we both thank them for their quick
appreciation of the scenario.  The entertainment system switches to program
four, a piano concerto, with paintings of nudes from the masters and we all
snuggle together for a while.

I tell them they are all welcome to stay and this time, after looking at
each other for a moment, they giggle and nod.  I look at them quizzically
and Jody explains, “We all cleared staying here with our parents before we
came.”  She giggles again and reaches out to pat my arm, “Cathy, you’re the
best.”

I remember to invite them over for the week from Monday’s sexecution.
Based on the advertisements, it promises to be most interesting and
stimulating.  They agree and we make it a date.  Not long thereafter, we
are all in my bed cuddling together like a litter of kittens, and then we
fall asleep.  It is really good to be home.

THE END


