Inspector Chalmers had received an urgent message from TransStar headquarters.  He would be getting messages much more quickly now concerning Maria's journals.  He would also be receiving more journals to vet.  He was not only to edit and proof, but also to check them for accuracy.  From this point on in her story, the journals would contain the involvement of TransStar, and the company wanted everything accurate.  Also, the inspector was to make this work his number two priority.  Number one, of course, was always securing the cargo on a SuperShip.

The Inspector began working on cargo security the minute the SuperShip left orbit.  He had it completed before they entered the wormhole; this was a light voyage.  He would settle into a routine and use as much of the wormhole time as possible on Maria's journals.  He grabbed some lunch, took it back to his quarters, and decoded and encrypted journal.

"Well, after the first party things got pretty much back to normal.  I, however, stopped servicing mutants.  The party paid really, really well.  I did go back to dancing, which I enjoyed.  I would have preferred dancing nude, but the government of Rossak had their rules.  So I enjoyed the topless act.

"Well, over a period of five months, I had danced and done three private parties.  Word had gotten around that this girl actually enjoyed being taken by cyborgs and mutants.  I was paid very, very well.  There was, however, one thing I did not know.  Ever since the first party, TransStar was watching me.  And they were very good.  I had absolutely no clue I was being observed.

"I had finished my third private party, gone back to the star port, and was dancing in a brand new pub that was quite lovely.  Two men, both, I would guess, in their forties, had formed a sort of fan club.  They began showing up when I danced, and tipped generously.  One appeared to be in quite good shape, and was possibly an athlete in his youth.  The other was middle-aged, grey, slightly balding, and a bit on the chubby side.  He appeared to be a university professor or scholar of some sort.  Both wore plain business suits.

Inspector Chalmers chuckled at the description of himself and Dr. Hamlyn.

"Well, one night, after I had finished my last dance and stepped off of the stage, the two men approached me and asked me if I would want a private party.  I, of course, said yes.  They told me it would be an unusual sort of party, as there would be only three or four guests present, and I would not be able to see the guests' faces.  I smiled and added a little to my fee, which they agreed to accept.  The professor type identified himself as Dr. Hamlyn, and said I would be required to have sex with either robots or machines.  I said that was not a problem.  But I did not tell them of my experiences with the librarian.  I did not want to point a finger in the direction of Alderaan.

"Well, we agreed to terms, and I was given the date and time I was to be waiting outside of the TransStar building.  I did not know it, but I was being watched and recorded the whole time.  When the day arrived, I went to the TransStar building in the capitol city, and was picked up by the two gents.  The second gent merely identified himself as `Chalmers.'

"I was taken to a small but luxurious villa on the edge of the desert.  I found the air quite pleasant, and the surroundings tasteful without being garish.  This was the nicest place I had been to for a private party.  I was sent to a room, where I stripped, bathed, and was massaged.  Then the doctor brought me some light wine, fruit, and cheese.  I nibbled a bit and smiled.  Dr. Hamlyn informed me that, under no circumstances, was I to act or fake anything.  I was simply to be myself.  If I did not like, or was bored, with what was being done to me, I should show that emotion.  And if I enjoyed myself, I should show that as well.

"Dr. Hamlyn took my hand, led me out of the room I was in, and to another small building.  He instructed me that there were several sexual apparatus in this building, each one with a small light.  When the light went on, I was to use the apparatus until it was through with me.  I laughed and said okay, that was fine.  I entered the building.

"Well, the room was dark except for being very dimly lit in the center.  I could see a variety of sex machines, and all seemed to be wired to something or other.  I also saw a small table with a pitcher of water and a glass.  I took some water and looked around.  There was a gallery around the room that was unlit.  There were people sitting there and watching, but I could not tell how many or what they were.  I finished my water and simply smiled.

"Well, in a few seconds, a blue light went on over an apparatus.  It was a chair in a frame, low to the floor, with stirrups overhead to hang the legs high.  I smiled, took a seat, and placed my ankles in the stirrup straps.  The straps tightened immediately, the arms they were attached to swung apart, spreading me a bit more, and my seat was pushed up, revealing even more of me.  I relaxed, grabbed the handgrips on the side, and looked about to see what was going to be done to me.

"Next, a small, four-wheeled vehicle came into view.  It had two large arms attached to some sort of cylindrical machines.  At the end of the top arm was a large scarlet dong.  On the bottom arm was a small anal probe.  The cart moved forward, and, while it was moving, I teased myself a bit to get warmed up and wet.

"The controls on the machine were quite good.  The dong was guided expertly to my mound, and it rubbed up and down a bit.  Then, whoever was controlling it, slowly inserted it in my vagina.  The dong was about the size of the penis on the apes I had bred with for Alderaan.  It felt heavenly!  I shifted a bit in my seat to get more comfortable, and the machine slowly began to work the dong in and out.  I rocked gently back in forth in time with the machine and enjoyed myself.

"Now, this slow, steady sex with the big dong was something I liked.  It would take time, but I would have a very intense orgasm when I climaxed.  I did not act at all.  I simply relaxed, rocked, and felt great about this slow and steady fuck.

"I did not know how long the machine worked on me.  I pinched and tweaked my nipples a bit while it worked me, and then, after a time, I climaxed.  The machine operator pushed the dong into me one last time, held it there for a few minutes, and then relaxed.  A metallic voice from an overhead speaker told me to take a little breather before I was to be used again, and the stirrup straps released.  I got up and stretched, and then went to get some more water.

"While I was sipping my water, someone, male or female, I could not be sure which, entered the room.  They wore a white mask that covered their whole face, and a flowing black robe that hid any clue to an identity.  The person went to work on the machine, attaching an even fatter dong, which was a bit stiffer and had a piece on top of it that would tickle my pearl.  The person told me to sit.  I sat.

"Once again, I put my ankles into the stirrup straps and they tightened.  The person in black had on surgical gloves, and began to aggressively lubricate my anus.  I giggled and squirmed, loving it when the individual inserted a finger.  I was really enjoying myself.

"Well, the person lubing me left the room, and the machine was wheeled forward once again.  The dong was very gently inserted again, and the attachment on top of it was adjusted to tickle my clitoris.  I was loving this!  Then, the bottom attachment, which was a bit smaller, was inserted into my anus and began to vibrate.  I shifted my weight to take both toys, closed my eyes, and prepared to go to heaven.

"Now, the two toys began to move very slowly in and out of me, each one alternating.  I was squirming and panting with pleasure.  But the machine operator knew exactly what he was doing.  He moved both devices, one in my anus and one in my vagina, very slowly and in an alternating motion.  When the large dong in my vagina would enter all the way, he would hold it for a second or two and let the top attachment tickle my clitoris.  I was going insane!  The operator was a pro.

"Now, what I was experiencing was pure sexual torture and delight.  The machine operator would take me right to the edge, and then back off, allowing me to come down a bit.  And then he would start all over again.  I don't really recall how many times he had done this, but, at one point, I was shaking like a leaf and crying.  I was actually begging for someone, anyone, or anything, to release me.  My whole body, including my legs, was shaking.

"The machine operator kept up his play, finally inserting both toys at the same time.  I squirmed around them.  And then he used the attachment to press on my clitoris and finish me.  I exploded!  The climax was long and very, very intense.  When I started to come down, the operator withdrew both toys and I was released from the stirrups.  I simply collapsed like a bag of rocks on the chair.

"When I recovered, I stood up.  A light appeared over a pot, and the metallic voice instructed me to pee into it.  As I had to go anyhow, I did.  I felt somewhat embarrassed, but I really didn't care.  When I had finished, the door to the room opened and I was instructed to go outside.

"Outside, Dr. Hamlyn and Chalmers were waiting for me.  They asked me if I would be willing to stay overnight and do another machine tomorrow.  I would be compensated accordingly.  I agreed.  I was given a bath, told to stay naked, and given the run of the grounds.
  
"The next day, I was worked over again, but for a much longer time, with the machines.  The circumstances were the same.  When I was finished, I bathed, dressed, and was sent back to the star port, a great deal richer.  Chalmers told me the audience enjoyed me and wanted to know if I would be willing to do it again.  Of course, I said yes.

Inspector Chalmers smiled.  This was completely accurate.  He would simply proof and edit the document.  The inspector would take a little walk around the ship and open the next journal entry.
