Taboo!

"Whats going on, XO?
"Captain!, we have a situation!
"What is it??
"Onboard scans detected an unauthorised item in the Weapons Bay, Sir, Security attempted to interdict it, but the situation is escalating rapidly... we have 4 deaths and 12 confirmed casulties, so far.
"How did this happen, XO?...
"Possibly sabotage, but more likely stupidity, Sir!
"What are we dealing with here!, XO... is it a Nuclear, Chemical or a Biological threat?
"None of those... it's an Illegal Organic, Sir!
"An Organic?... just one?!
"Yes Sir, it seems someone, on-board, beamed up a Human... as we passed through the Taboo system, Sir!"
"Oh my God!, not one of those barbarians, from the Third planet?... Some idiot trawled and hauled a fertile female, onto my ship, didn't they?!
"Yes Sir, I ordered the Yellow Alert, Localised: Fleet side only, and initiated protocol, TY367: Containment/cleansing of Dangerous Animals, Onboard, In Flight... but Engineering couldn't shut down the Air-Con and isolate the the crew compartments fast enough. Security went into the Bay, before before we had identified the object, so they didn't appreciate the risks involved and they weren't using the correct filters. The pheromones affected them as soon as they entered the Bay. They killed each other, trying to beat each other to reach it first."
"All of them?"
"Biometrics show the entire squad is down, Sir, they had weapons, of course, they just turned them on each other, it was a bloodbath. We also have rioting in the Crew sections, Levels 3 through to 23. The Captains Quarters, Bridge, Med Centre, Auxiliary Command areas, Engineering and, of course, the Diplomatic Section are on different systems. They are currently online and Status Green, Sir... the pheromones are active everywhere else. Sir? What are your orders?"

"Once we get the contaminent secured, I want you to find the individual that brought it on-board and bring him to me... preferably alive. Get another squad to hold position, outside the entrances to the Weapons Bay...and make sure they have the correct filters!"
"Yes, Captain!"

"Engineering! Yes, Captain?"
"Chief... I need to confirm with Med... but I want you to prepare the P for the Crew levels."
"You'll mess up my ship, Captain!"
"I know. But I need to to control the rioting. I'll check with the Medical Officer and get back to you."
"Aye, Captain"

"Medical!"
"How is it looking down there? Doctor?"
"We haven't recovered the bodies from the Weapons Bay yet, Captain... the rest are male crew, that were affected by the pheromones, luckily they were weakened by the time it reached the Crew sections. They have mostly cuts and bruises, 5 with broken bones... they will be on light duties for a few weeks. I'm expecting more, but we are ready for an influx of wounded."
"Thank you, Doctor. I need to secure the Crew sections... is there any problem if I order P-gas to be released down there?"
"As long as it's someone else that cleans up the Puke, it'll be fine, Captain, I doubt that it will harm anyone."
"Also, I will need for you to take a team into the Weapons Bay to bag up the remains of the Security team and to document the incident fully, for the record. There may be a Board. I will let you know when it has been secured. Regarding the Organic... after we kill it, can we jettison it or can it be placed in the chillers?"
"No!, no! You can't kill it or put it in the chillers. It will contaminate the entire ships supply of food! Also killing and jettisoning it would be a clear violation of the Federation Health and Safety guidelines relating to disposal of Hazardous Objects: Organic... we cannot risk it ever drifting into a shipping lane, where it might be picked up or making planet-fall. I cannot overstate the risk to the general population if that took place!."
"Come now, Doctor... there's only one... surely it is not as bad as that?"
During your training, do you recall the Legal Training Sim, relating to Fleet versus Sampa 15?"
"Yes, the "Sampa Disaster"... Fleet had to pay restitution of 430,000,000 (Standard) units, to the Goverment of Sampa 15, for being grossly negligent... the case was proven that Fleet's negligence depopulated the system of male's. Only 7 percent survived. That was over 500 (Standard) ago, Sampa still has not reached pre-disaster population levels... even with multiple IVF. You mean a Taboo female caused that?."
"Yes!. Killed , jettisoned, frozen in space, incinerated and dispersed on re-entry to the planet and still capable of mass carnage, even when atomised! Thats why they are specifically banned for use as a weapon... some things are just too damned dangerous to mess around with! Coupled with that, is the fact that Taboo Humans are recognised as sentient beings by the Intergalactic Repository of Science! It is illegal for Fleet to remove them from their Class D world. You do not want the IRS looking into your, or Fleet's affairs, Captain!....
"Right!... So we can't kill it?
"No!"
Is there nothing we can do to nuetralise the threat?. Forced Sterilisation?"
"Unethical!"
"Fumigation?"
"No!"
"Encase it in lead?"
"Captain!, thats... no!... just having it... her, on board, is probably a career ending event for you. The very best thing that you could do is return it, alive!, to it's proper habitat and pray the Board smiles upon you... at the Enquiry... about how you managed to get 4 dead, many wounded and an Illegal Organic from Taboo, on board."
"I'm screwed, aren't I, Doctor?"
"It doesn't look good, from where I'm sitting, Captain", She shrugged, "maybe Med-Tech can come up with something once we can run some tests on it.



Several hours later the situation and my temper had improved, albeit only slightly. After the P-Gas had been released into the Crew sections of the ship, they had rushed, enmass, into the Heads, chundering their stomach contents out being of more importance to them than any other consideration. The doors had been locked and the air replaced with fresh filtered supplies. As usual, after a decent bout of puking violently, the crew had been subdued as they responded to my call for a curfew. Once the rest of the crew had headed into their cabins and were locked down, the throughly pissed off, but obedient, Cleaners went to work on the various stains on the walls and floors.

The Envoy contacted me, asking for information, when I told him about the Female, he also said that no harm should come to her. I added him to my list people that had annoyed me since my promotion to Captain, agreed with his demands and continued to manage the situation.

Following that, and the Medical Officers advice, I'd had the Taboo Human rendered unconsious. Thankfully it's, her, DNA had been close enough for a Galactic (Standard) Sleepy gas dose to be effective. It hadn't tried to escape, just cowered in a darkened corner... until slumping over, as the gas reached her. I had supervised, fully suited up, as her unconscious form was stretchered past me, the articles that arrived with her lying beside her. With contagion practices in place, males temporarily banned from the Med Section and armed Security guarding the door, I observed as the Chief Medical Officer lead her team in the, once in a lifetime, opportunity to inspect a Taboo native.
It's oddly revealing, textile-based clothing and upper undergarment were removed. They were taken away for replication, sterilsation, analysis and destruction. It... she, lay naked on the table. She had long (Non-Regulation length!), red hair in tight ringlets (Non-Standard colouring!) on her head, her body was covered with very fine hairs, unnoticable until you looked closely. Her pubes, I swallowed, unused to her level of hairyness, her pubes were a match to her head, a bright red thatch, against her pale skin. Some heavy bruising showed up clearly, around her face and body. I pointed them out and asked, "Did we do that?"
"No, Captain! Those aren't ours. They're older than that."
I shook my head, wondering about them, but then asked, "Why is she so small?" It seemed to me that she wasn't much bigger than a child, although her body was nicely-shaped, she looked fit, trim and feminine.
The Chief Medical Officer speculated that the lack of nutrition or some other genetic factor had stunted her growth.
"Can we fix that?", I asked.
"As you command, Captain!"
I wanted to do the best that I, and Fleet, could do for this sad wretch, that had been stolen away from it's home... and maybe it would help my case, as well.
"Yes, do what you can to make it reach it's full potential, Doctor.
"Sir!" She acknowledged.

The Med team busied themselves with the sample taking and examinations that they were permitted to do. The human was scanned and sampled in an un-altered state, information taken and noted, it would be used to increase the meagre amount of knowledge of the species/sub-species? that was currently available in the database. That had been gathered when the first probes had been launched into the planet's and moons of Taboo system... some 800 Standard years ago, during the Fedarations expansion through this portion of the Galaxy. I had read the entry before... Taboo 3: Class D7: No Contact permitted - by order of IRS. Low Tech Society. Bipedal Humaniods: Beware of Males: Aggressive. Saturated with pheromones... cause unknown. Beware of Females: Saturated with pheromones... cause unknown. Succinct, as always.

I stayed to watch, as her body was manipulated, articulated and rolled smoothly around, the Standard treatment for new on-board personnel being applied to her, no other suitable protocol existed... so she was dipped and scoured, cleaned, buffed, deloused, her internal parasites were zapped or flushed out, her body and her pubic follicles permanently laser-depilated to meet Federation Female Fleet crew specification. "Welcome to Fleet!" I thought.
Once the task was completed, she looked normal, just like one of us, if somewhat smaller than Standard.
"Hair, Sir?" The Chief Medical Officer asked, eyeing up the now shiny ringlets.
I shrugged, trying not to show the twinge of envy that I felt, while looking at her attractive red hair, a shade never seen in Standard configuration. I ran my fingers through it, wishing that I could stand out in a crowd, like she would. "Leave it the way it is.", I said.... it wasn't regulation, but I was sure my decision whouldn't alter my fate one way or the other.

The Chief performed a Memory Dump to the Diplomatic Corp Secure Mainframe and handed me a Cube of information, before personally Bio-scraping her DNA clean and Sequencially-scouring her down to a molecular level. Using the information that had been gained, she built a new profile of what the woman would have been like, if the disadvantages of being born on a dirtball planet hadn't held her back.
It could be truthfully claimed, that the Federation had returned her, to to her planet of origin, in better condition that she left.

I left the Med-Centre to continue my duties, still holding the Cube, as she was placed back into the machine for the profile to be implemented. I returned to the Captains Quarters. That comprised of the Captains cabin, small conference room, and several guest rooms.

After requesting Navigation plot a P-One return course back to Taboo, Lo-Vee insertion in the 3rd planet's lunar blind spot, to be implemented after the Envoy had completed his mission, I had the Ensign (Engineering: Teleport), that had caused this debacle, marched into my office. His dossier said he was new to Fleet, to the job and I could tell he was cocksure of his ability... a common failing, I had found, of males and females that think they are blessed with perfection.
I therapeutically reamed him out, completely disambiguating him of what I thought of his own perceived brilliance. I tried not to derive any satisfaction from watching him squirm, but was always concious that, despite saving my ship, I might still lose my Command, from his actions. I lowered my voice and continued.
"You deliberately brought an Illegal Organic aboard my ship, Ensign?"
"Yes Sir!, I did a quick snatch and grab as we passed by... it wasn't to hard. I was just wanting to have bit of fun with her. Some of the other crew dared me to, Sir, to, you know..." he lowered his voice, "... do it the old way."
I repressed a shudder. Male's, I thought, with revulsion, always thinking that females were only good for putting their organs into... we can cook up a perfectly good zygote in a sterile enviroment, safely introduce it into a woman's body, to produce a perfect embryo, but still some degenerates felt the need to get in there and stir up the porridge.
We had machines that could simulate anything their grubby little minds could devise or fancy sexually, at no risk to a female or other being for that matter... but no... there was always a male wanting go and engage in practices that put the female at risk.
"A female... a fertile female, from the third Taboo planet. Did you not know of their reputation, Ensign?"
He brightened up and said " Well, of course, Sir... no point in getting something other than a female human from Taboo... since we were passing by anyway. They're rumoured to be the best bang, since the Big one... as the saying goes, Sir."
I looked at him balefully, "So... despite all the warnings about the rampant pheromones present in the fertile Sol females, that drives males into animalistic acts of violence, for the right to mate with them, you didn't pause and think, that it might not be such a good idea, Ensign?
"Well, yes... but I thought it was exaggerated, Sir, and everything was fine... until I lost contact with it, just before it materialised somewhere on the ship..." the Ensign's voice trailed off, as he looked at my face.
"Security! Place this man in the Brig, please."
" We'll be talking about this again, Ensign" I threatened him, as he left.
Security double-marched him off my deck.
I rested my head in the palms of my hands and groaned to myself... I had been warned that there would be days like this.

The Comm's panel pinged and highlighted: Medical!.
I acknowledged the call.
"Captain, you're still up!. You have exceeded your recommended watch period, by a factor of 1.25. Biometrics show that your performance capacity is decreasing. Stand down, please, Captain"
I checked the time, not really doubting Med, but... "Yes, thank you."
"Bridge!"
"XO?"
"Sir?"
"I'm standing down, you have the Conn"
"Yes, Sir!"

I crawled into my bed, not bothering to set the auto-sleep and drifted off, cursing the Ensign rank, in general and one in particular.

When I woke, I checked our unwanted guest on the monitor. She was out of the Med unit, her new, larger form was lying motionless, covered, on a bed in one of the Isolation Room's.
I pinged the Chief Medical Officer for an update. "Good news, Captain!" She said, obviously pleased at something, "We have had no further casulties, most have been discharged, already. The ones that we still have, in the Med Centre, are stable and will probably be released today."
"Thats excellent news, Chief!" I said, knowing she was holding something back...
"I've had Med-Tech analysing the... specimens results and I'm confident that they can create a patch that will suppress her pheromone output, at least until we get her back to Taboo."
"Well done, Chief!" Finally, some good news! I thought. "How soon until you can confirm that?"
"She's in an induced coma, Captain, the Neural Binder levels are still too high, for her body to be stable, yet. I cannot allow her to regain conciousness until they drop... We don't want her to fall apart on us when we do..."
I didn't laugh, The Chief looked away and then looked back and said, "It will be several days more, Captain. We can try it then... we'll be able to check the pheromone levels, of course, but for a live test I guess we'll have to tie up a male, toss him into the room and see if he starts foaming at the mouth."
I picked up and rolled the Females info Cube between my hands... "I think I can spare an Ensign" I said, smiling now, happy at the turn of events, "Thanks, Chief" and signed off.

I looked at the cube, that I was holding. Well, thats what we have it for, why not?, I asked myself. I locked my cabin's door, engaged the security shield and settled back into the Captain's Chair, setting it back into it's Relaxation mode. It came, Standard, with every conceivable assessory that a Captain might require in the course of work, entertainment and pleasure, including all the fittings required to access any of the common Data storage methodologies.
Most people never get to see anothers memories... and that was the first, most common misconception... with a Cube, you don't SEE them at all. You LIVE them, they become yours. Happiness and pain... if the subject remembers it... you live through it. Fortunately you can skip forward and also abort, if it becomes too intense. I took several deep breaths, summing my courage to press the Engage button. I had never had the desire or opportunity to look at someone elses memories and nobody could know or guess what the primitive held in it's memories... Engage!

I was fishing, with Mummy, Daddy, Grandma and Granddad, on a wharf, the sea was far below me. Big boats were moored beside us. I was wearing a life jacket and tied back to a car with a rope, it stopped me getting to close to the edge. Daddy baited the hooks on my fishing rod. I caught a lot of little fish. We fed them to the cat.

No... to early... Skip forward! I started to leap through the years...

Daddy made us our supper and Hot water bottles. We got our PJ's on and got into our warm beds. Daddy read one of our books to us. Daddy said that reading books is the best thing ever, before tucking us into bed.

Skip forward!

I slipped and fell, my head hit the grass with a crunching sound... it really hurt! I went inside, crying, to Mum. She wrapped her arms around me and held me, the pain receding a little bit. She asked me to take a nap and sat on the bed until I fell asleep...

Skip forward!

I came home from High School. As I walked up the driveway my brother came out to meet me. He said Dad was dead. I couldn't believe it and went inside... it was true.

Oh... how sad for her, Skip forward!

We lay on a blanket, in the sun, naked, as he gently stroked his hands across my breasts... Ohh! I like that!

The Chair quickly boosted, chemically and physically, my body to the state the female was in, her memory grabbed me and held onto my mind. The sudden intensity of the lust-filled emotions that flooded into me, held my mind in thrall...

...I felt my nipples crinkling up under his fingers, adding to the warm, wet and horny sensation inside me, I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch and the small thrill as he said my name... Cally. Shane laughed softly at my reaction and that made me smile too. I looked at the face he wore, when he knew I was liking what he did to me. Sort of a smug look of happiness that he was doing this to me... and that I would allow him to. He was so caring and unselfish, surprising in such a large muscled man. He always put me first, before addressing his own needs. I reach up and stroked his face, he smiled again, pressed his lips to my forehead, on to my lips, his tongue touching mine as they circled each other. We stopped, he looked and saw my nipples reaction, and bending down took one into his mouth, between his lips, sucking and tonguing it gently. He cupped the other breast in his hand, squeezing, teasing, all of it, gently, consoling it, until he swapped his mouth over to that one. He stroked his fingers around by breasts and then down my belly, idly circling my navel several times, building up the tension inside me, teasing me still, by starting to take them towards my thighs before backing off to circle the navel again. I spread my legs more, silently willing him to continue his finger's journey. Giving consent for his fingers to enter me. Wanting them. Making sounds now, pleading for them. Starting to push my body against imaginary fingers, trying demonstrate what I would do for him, if only he would take his fingers and slip them inside me! His fingers were stroking the red curls of my pubic hair now, he watched them being brushed over by his fingers, seeing my labia, swollen, the clitorus showing. His fingers rotated around it, over it, picked up some lubricant before settling into a rhythm that made me ache for his cock. It wasn't until I was moaning, pleading for him, for something, anything... just get it in me! that he stopped using my need to torment me. I reached for him, made him ready, pulling him close to and then guiding him on top of me, inside me. I felt my vagina stretching as the head of his cock entered and slowly picked up my lubrication over consecutive thrusts. Feeling his weight settle on me as he filled me up and started to gently pump himself deeper and deeper, incrementally increasing the speed and depth, in time with my own movements. His cock was slipping in to it's full length now, the time it took to slide in reminded me of how he looked when erect, really long, as well as being thick enough to fill me sideways. It caused a feeling of being full and tight. When he withdrew the head, Shane was pausing just before exiting, the thicker size of it making me swell out and around it as he pushed it back up to and past my cervix. My tits were gyrating in different patterns, Shane smiling as he watched them, looking down our bodies as well. Shane bent down and engulfed my areola and nipple with his mouth, using it to suck and squeeze both breasts. I placed my arms on his hips, moving them to indicate that I wanted him fucking me again with increases or decreases in the speed and depth that I wanted. Shane and I continued to build up our excitement, over and over, until I couldn't hold my orgasm away any longer. I pumped myself past the point where I could've stopped and continued to increase the speed, Shane, knowing from my actions that I was about to come, also started to fuck me in earnest, forgetting about holding his own orgasm away. We both were going as fast and hard as we could, our bodies making slapping sounds as they met, from the energy we were applying to our thrusts. A rictus of pleasure hit me, I spasmed against Shane, his thrusts seeming to go much further inside than the usual ones, I slammed myself against him, over and over, wanting him to come inside me, seeking the exceptionally deep fucking that I only got when we both came simutaneously. He was grunting and banging my pussy, lost in his orgasm, hands under my arms, gripping me around the shoulders and pulling my smaller, sweat-slick body against his. I felt the extra warmth and slipperiness of his sperm lining the inside of my pussy as Shane grunted and thrust his way through his release... he collapsed on top of me. I wrapped myself around him, my ankles against his butt, locking his cock inside me, stroking his head in gratitude for his love and skill at making me come...

Orgasm Achieved! Auto disengage activated... Post Coital Cooldown engaged. Chair Cooldown Period Engaged,
My consciousness returned, I wasn't planet-side, having been thoroughly sexed up, by a male, stopping his penis from leaving my sated, aching body... I was back in the Captains Chair... sweat running down my body, a wetness between my legs and the enjoyment of the females orgasm still softly pulsing through me... it had felt so intense!. Surely that wasn't right? The sexual taboo, universally accepted in all civilised space, forbade penetrative sex... yet this wanton female had not only let a man inside her, she had encouraged him to do so... it was so primitive! She had felt his sperm inside her, and enjoyed the feeling and, of course, now my memories did too. Shit! I squeezed my legs together. The effects of the stimulii on my body couldn't be denied... it was the best orgasm that I had ever had. None of the simulator's scenarios that I had collected, bought, cadged or traded for, over the years (Standard) came close to the wildly chaotic but deeply satisfying time the female remembered about her... I swallowed, our, time with Shane... his erection stretching us around him and the feel of it sliding so far inside me... it certainly hadn't felt wrong or bad to me.

Save scenario to Chair?: The option was blinking at me... I swallowed again. If it was ever found...
10 seconds until deletion...
09 seconds until deletion...
Save! My finger stabbed the selection... I wasn't prepared to lose it! It was my first time... the first time that way, anyway, and it had been good.
Saved Scenario Name?...
"Shane" I typed... burying the File deep in amoungst my Personal documents. I wouldn't forget that name in a hurry, I thought, remembering his face and hard, naked body, with a small smile.
Scenario Saved!
Please Vacate Chair: Chair Self Clean function starts in 10 Seconds... 09 Seconds...
Press Abort Clean to defer cleaning process...

I got off the chair and left it to clean up the cooling patches of moisture. Needing to wash, I went and showered, my memory replaying Shane and I over and over again. I tried to push it aside, to conform to the norms of society, but it refused to stop. I found myself wanting to rub my breasts, wanting to feel my nipples harening up, picturing Shane's mouth on them, lips gripping gently, his teeth, his hands, his fingers down lower, sliding inside me... I used my fingers as surrogates to do what he had done to me earlier... reinforcing my desire for more. They became his long hard erection in my mind. Opening me, filling me, deeper and deeper, I remembered the timing of his thrusts, a cadence that started just behind mine, he was not just matching my pace, he was acting on my bodies timing, as I moved towards my orgasm. He waited for me to initiate each thrust, but assisted in completing it, deeper and better than could have done by myself... he complemented the movement, enhanced it, he made it what it was, deeply satisfying and good. I recalled the feeling of his orgasm, a thrusting, flexing sensation as he pumped his sperm into my body. Oh... I was more than willing to let him do that inside me, as a reward, if he could produce orgasms in me, like the one that I'd just had. I thought of what I would do for a man, that was gentle and caring beyond their own needs... pictured satisfying a man, no... not just any man, satisfying Shane, without the usual fears that it should have brought to my mind... the two things blended together to create another orgasm, my mind finding thoughts and deeds that were taboo... but I didn't care... something that felt so good couldn't be wrong.

"Does she know?"
"Not yet"
"You are sure she's the right one?"
"She's the best candidate that I have found, thats why she's here, Sir"
"She certainly is interesting, her superiors report on her tendencies planet side is what piqued my interest in her, to bring her to me... us. But you're messing with her mind, just like the others, are you sure she can cope?"
I planted the Seed, Sir. It will grow, if she has a fertile mind or it will wither and die - no harm done. I think she's different to the others... my latest observations make me think whe will be a great asset to the team"
"What about the other Seedling?"
"I might need to take a more direct approach with her, Sir. The captain suprised me with her orders to augment her. I'm not sure how she will react to that. I might need more time with her."
"Do as you see fit... Let me know when it is time for me to back you up. "
"Yes, Sir!"

I came back from the shower, more relaxed than I had been for several weeks, from before I had assumed command. I hadn't noticed the stress building up. My background of being an Exploration Officer made me less comfortable on-board ships. Only my superiors insistance that I was wasted planet-side, observing various factions of the Federation, overtly and covertly, warring with each other had prompted me to leave and complete the FAM courses to allow me to command my own vessel.
I was used to long periods of lying under whatever cover a planet provided, sand, grit, gravel, grasses, ferns, trees, what ever, watching ground forces manouvre in their typical "Hurry up and wait" methodology.
That sometimes left me with long periods of boredom. I had, I assumed like most others in my profession, had had to relieve my natural cycles of sexual desires in the most primitive surroundings and used the most basic and obvious of tools... you are never without your fingers after all. Batteries not required, just loosen your garment and slip as many of your fingers as you wanted around your body. Pressing here and there, pretending to surprise yourself, repeating something that was particularly effective in making you horny. Building up the feeling. Using your own lubricant, spit and mucous to ease your fingers inside, rubbing and stroking the sensitive spots - over the clitorus, pressing against the G spot, back out, and around the sensitive skin at the entrance. Pressing myself into the the ground sheet, my face lying against it's smooth surface. Grunting and moaning and talking to myself. Just as effective, to me, than the machines in stimulating the nerve endings. The machines took care of it all and cleaned up the mess afterwards, as well, for the entire population. Hygenic, safe and to me... a little bit boring.

I reset the Chair into the upright Work position and commenced my day's work, processing the reports, accepting, querying, filing the updates and status reports... to busy to check on our guest... Cally. The first watch period had passed before I found time to check. She lay under the covers, her steady breathing was the only movement to be seen. Hours passed as I processed my workload. Diplomatic side was suddenly requesting more than average reports from me. I returned to my bed, too late to check in with the Chief about Cally's progress, still seeing her asleep on the bed.

When I woke up, I had expected to see Cally awake also, but the monitor showed her asleep still. How long had the Chief Medical Officer said it would be? Several days?. I pinged the Med Centre and asked the Chief about her progress. She explained that it was taking longer than expected for the enhancements to Cally to stabilise and more time was required. She would let me know when Cally had woken up. I continued with my work but after several days had passed and the Chief still had not called. The monitor showed no change to the sleeping patient. I felt there was something wrong and decided to visit the Med centre to look in person. As I entered the Isolation Ward I noticed immeadiately that the guards were gone, I found the room was empty. I returned to my Cabin, the monitors still showed Cally, asleep on the bed... anger flared inside me. What trickery was this? So many things were wrong with this deception. I needed to confront the Doctor about her subtefuge and was about to leave my Cabin when the door opened and the Envoy entered, followed by Cally and my Ensign, who was meant to be still locked up in the Brig. I stopped short, trying to work out what was happening...

The Envoy spoke first, "Captain, I need to talk with you"
"We seem to have several things to discuss", I replied tersely, with a gesture that encompassed the Ensign, Cally and himself. I briefly pictured myself, using my training to snap bones, inflict pain upon him, extract the information from him... I really was quite the savage, I realised.
He smiled, seemingly amused at being spoken to in such a manner... the ship was his home, after all. All on it were at his command, including me... but Captains are meant to have teeth and I think it did us both some good, to have me show him mine.

"Let me introduce Cally McGrath, a resident of Earth, or Taboo 3, as we call it." said the Envoy.
The woman nodded cautiously. We both looked each other over, she was beautiful, on the taller side of the spectrum, taller than most, taller than me, in fact, this was surely no accident - she had been crafted to be like this after all. I felt a magnetic desire to touch her, to run my hands over her body, to make her mine. The sudden yearning made me raise a hand towards her, she stepped back, eyes widening, the Ensign stepping in protectively, to stop me from following her... I transfered my gaze onto him and felt anger that he would dare to get between us...
"Captain" the Envoy barked, my attention moved on to him, "You should know that we have not been able to completely suppress our guests elevated pheromone levels... you are experiencing a response to them. Miss McGrath would appreciate it if you resisted the temptation to touch her unnessecarily and without her permission."
" Oh," I said to Cally, withdrawing my hand, "I'm sorry". I swallowed back and damped down my feelings for her. It was easy enough to do, once you were aware of it.
"That's OK", Cally repied, "In my culture, we shake hands to greet new aquaintances."
She extended her hand, it seemed logical to clasp it in an identical fashion, she gave my hand a firm brief squeeze, then released it, stepping back again.
I looked her over. She still had her long ringlety hair with the flame red hue. The top of my head reached her eye brows. She was definitely younger than I was. I was 6 Standardised years old, I guessed she was about 5 or maybe 6, which meant that she could expect about 50 more Standard years, before her body wore out beyond our ability to repair it.
"Have you been awake long", I asked, trying to fill in some of the missing gaps in my knowledge. "Almost a week", Cally replied, " I've been with the Captain for most of the time." She gestured towards my Ensign who flinched slightly then straightened up and acknowledged me with a nod, "Captain, I'm Captain Edwards, Diplomatic Corp", I skewered him with my eyes, but nodded back to him, "Captain".

The Envoy took command again, asking that I engage the Privacy shields before leading us to the Conference Room. Once seated, the Envoy explained that, at the higher levels of the Federation, inside the IRS, Taboo 3 was regarded as an earlier attempt at planet seeding. The Federation had itself expanded and contracted over the many millenia it had been in existance. In the Past, Taboo 3 had indeed been seeded, just prior to one of the major periodic collapses in civilisation. All resources had been pulled back to the Federation Core planets, least they fell too, Taboo 3 being one of many that was stripped back to the bare bones, the colonies population too few to resist being abandoned, with vague promises to return not fulfilled. Having been isolated for so long, that memory had not endured and the inhabitants exhibited violent behavior towards the infrequent scouts that were sent to reconnoitre the planet. Taboo was being examined to determine if it could now be considered advanced enough for formal contact to be made to them. Of the planets in the system, Taboo 3 was the only inhabited one. It was also starting to exhibit signs of technology and was at the cusp... where it's knowledge and technology increased dramatically, becoming either capable of space travel and populating other planets, or snuffing their existence out, due to the many challenges that the transition presented.

As a preliminary check, Miss McGrath had been... aquired and asked to assist, the assumption that someone from the general population would know generalised information about their world events and available technologies without the natural duplicity or agenda of a military or diplomatic figure. Also, it had been far easier to get a random person from the distance that my ship had traversed the system at. Captain Edwards was providing assistance with her exposure to our technology and acting as her bodyguard to prevent our unfortunate reaction to her presence threatening her... apparently a Security team member had been about to rape her, before the others had arrived and the shooting had started and there had been a couple of incidents since then.
"Captain, you will assist Captain Edwards in this capacity also, to provide constant supervision and protection of Miss McGrath.
Miss McGrath and Captain Edwards will move into the Guest rooms in the Captains Quarters, being able to lockdown the whole of the Quarters will provide the security that is needed. It will allow you all to sleep at the same time.", the Envoy ordered.
"Who will run the ship?", I protested.
"Your Executive Officer will manage the ship for the duration of your mission. You are going back into the field, Captain. I need you to go to Taboo 3, Earth, as it is called and return Miss McGrath safely to familiar surroundings. You and Captian Edwards will then get first hand, on the ground, observations about the level of society, technology and trade possibilities, while the Black Knight scans the planet from beyond their detection range, we don't want to provoke a violent response before the IRS has a good grasp on their needs and abilities and is ready to initiate communication with them. That will be all!" The Envoy left us.

Captain Edwards quietly assumed control of the three of us. I didn't resent that as much as I expected... the mission was beyond what I had done in the past and obviously what he had been trained for. He started by suggesting a short break, so he and Cally could move their personal effects into my Guest Rooms. While they were gone, I returned to my Cabin, thinking about the turn of events. After a while the door chime was activated, announcing someone in the corridor outside. I opened the door to find Captain Edwards waiting for me. I nodded to him and started to walk back to the conference room. He didn't move so I turned back. "Captain, I wanted to apologise for deceiving you about my rank and actions. I hope you understand that my orders didn't allow me to bring you into the Envoy's confidence, at that time?"
"I don't understand why I wasn't told... I obey orders, Captain, why couldn't the ship have been ordered to Taboo 3 to snatch a civilian?"
"Because everyone would know that it was an IRS operation. We are keeping it quiet until, hopefully, a treaty is in place with Earth. There are always factions that disapprove of new members joining the Federation... it is easier in the long run to just announce it, a done deal.
He lowered his voice "The original plan was to get Cally onboard, into an IRS secure area, where we could get her used to us, gradually. Unfortunately, I wasn't given the correct coordinates and so she had a hard landing in the Weapons Bay... I wanted to warn you Captain, that Cally was traumatised by being brought here... we grabbed her off Earth, she was suddenly on our ship, with no one on hand to explain what was going. Then the Sec team, wanting to rape her did nothing to help. We've gassed her and changed her body. As you would expect, she woke up in a fragile state of mind, the doctor suggested that we limited the people that she met, that is why we kept you away for as long as we could... it was better for Cally not to have too many new faces around, to start off with. She's been dreaming while asleep, bad dreams that terrify her. "
I weighed up his explanation. It made sense, but it still rankled that I hadn't been told the truth from the outset. He seemed to genuinely care about Cally and I thought that his earlier repugnant statements might have been a facade that he had adopted to try and logically explain the situation, without compromising his mission. I nodded my acceptance of his statements. He continued, "If you agree, I think the best way forward would be for the two of us to be less formal in Cally's presence, to drop the rank and use first names instead. We will be spending a lot of time togther and we need to pick up the mannerisms of the people of Earth, if possible. We will not be returning there for a while and, hopefully, we will be better able to blend in, with Cally's help. I've adopted a name that Cally can say and will be understandable on Earth, the one that is a close match to your real name is Alexia Woodside, on Earth people would shorten that to Alex. So I'm Tom, you're Alex... I doubt we will need to refer to the Envoy by his first name, but he has accepted Nicholas, as being the closest to his given name... and Cally is waiting for us back in the Conference Room. He gestured with his hand, that we should proceed back there, allowing me to walk in front of him.

We discussed the Earths politics, leaders, military strengths, technologies that were considered leading edge, and mundane. Clothing that would let us blend in was manufactured, for casual wear, formal, bed clothes, based on the clothes that Cally had worn and what she told us. Currency was being created, so that we could buy all that we would need for our stay. Mostly Tom was with us, we'd all take part in the discussions, sometimes he was with the Envoy or doing things in other areas of the ship and Cally and I would talk alone.

At the start, I was the outsider... after several days we became friendlier but I could see that Cally preferred to be closer to Tom. She allowed Tom further into her personal space than I was. I wasn't offended, I just noticed it. I still felt attracted to her but it wasn't so bad that I behaved badly. I noticed a curious dynamic that was developing between them. Cally was the one who moved closer to Tom. If we were sitting she would lean slightly towards him, if we were standing she would take a step closer, He would seem pleased, then uncomfortable and move slightly away. Over and over, each time Cally would smile... and do it again. As time went by she seemed to be more confident with being with us, the strange circumstances that she found herself in being accepted. She seem more at ease, smiled more, more animated, harder to ignore, when she moved, Tom watched, when she spoke he would look at her in a way I had only seen once before... I just observed them and added what I saw to my growing store of knowledge.

During next sleep session the Quarters alarms pinged me awake. I accessed the monitors and looked to see what had triggered them. Cally was in Tom's Room, sitting on the bed. Tom was still on the bed, sitting, pressed against the wall, covers drawn up against him. I turned on the audio feed.
"...lease, Tom. I just need you to hold me. I need to feel your arms around me... thats all."
" No, Cally, I won't be able to do that. Please go back to your room.", Tom said.
"Cally lay a hand onto his shoulder and asked "Don't you feel the attraction between us ... because I feel it, Tom. I feel safe when I'm near you, I want to feel your arms around me... I want to hold you too. Please Tom... "
She drew away the covers, I saw that Tom was in the garments Cally had called pajamas. Cally ran a finger over the head of his penis, it was visible but flaccid under the clothes, "Tell me you don't want me, Tom!"
"Cally, don't!, She continued to stroke him, I saw it rising up extended itself out, pushing it's way out from his body. Tom groaned as Cally wrapped her hand around him and started pumping it slowly, gently.
Tom groaned again and pumped himself against her hand as Cally rubbed him, manipulating it until it was pointing towards the top of the garment.
"No, Cally, it's wrong!" She lifted the elasticised top over the head of his cock and slid it down until his testicles were uncovered too... as per the Regs, he had been laser-depilated and Cally stopped, I think she was startled by the lack of hair... "What's this?" she asked. Tom seemed to be fighting with the conditioning that we all had had and with his pheromone induced need for her... but her surprised response saw him pull his pajamas back up and order her out. He practically threw her out of his room, saying "This behavior is inappropriate, we are not degenerate barbarians, Miss McGrath, now go back to your room!" I winced at his lack of tact, Cally looked stunned, tried to get back in, but Tom had locked the door. Cally angily thumped the door with both hands, but it absorbed the sound. She still looked angry as she returned to her bed.

The next session was difficult, their rapport was gone, they didn't talk as they had been. Tom left at the first oppurtunity and I suggested a pause for refreshments. I returned to my Cabin, drawing deep breathes to try and relax. The door pinged, Cally had followed me to my Cabin. I invited her in, she stalked through the room, picking up some of the ornaments and keepsakes that I had collected... I could see a simmering anger in her. She finally set one down and asked... "Are all men stupid? Can there not be one, that is intelligent?"
" What do you mean?" I asked
"Tom!"
"Oh..."
"I went to him last night... I wanted him to hold me but he threw me out of his room!"
"Right..."
Cally frowned, "I like Tom and want to thank him for... something. I'm sure he likes me too. How can I get him to see that it's not a bad thing?"
"Just take your time... is there something that would be less scary that you could try first?
"Kissing?", asked Cally
"Whats kissing?", I asked.
"You don't kiss?"
I shook my head and Cally muttered, "This is going to be harder than I thought".
She started walking around the room again.
"Do I look like a degenerate barbarian to you?!" she suddenly demanded angrily.
I couldn't answer that one... just looked at her posture, balled up fists, green eyes glaring as she stomped through the room.
Cally laughed finally, relaxed and said " OK, just focus on the degenerate part!"
I sighed and said "Cally, haven't you noticed... we don't touch each other physically and intercourse, of any kind, is frowned upon out here. It's been like that for many millenia... I think it was something to do with diseases being passed on and sometimes people were forced to do things that they didn't want to", Cally nodded, "we have machines that do the same thing without any risk. We use those instead. So Tom has no experience of being stimulated by a woman and, if he was, he would be fighting against a taboo that is deeply ingrained. You and the people from Earth have no experience of our way, so for you it is natural to seek out someone who is compatible and use each other to do the same thing."
"Machines?" Cally inquired.
"Yes, publicly, there are small booths that hold a chair that are free to use. They are available in the Entertainment sections of most ships and on planets. Wealthy people might choose to have one at home. Higher ranks in Fleet: Captains, Commodores, Admirals, for example have them incorporated into their Control Chairs, I gestured towards mine.

"What is it like?" Cally asked
"I don't know how to explain it, would you like to try", I offered.
"I guess I should know what I'm competing against", she said, "What do I need to do?"
"It can be messy", I replied, "You might want to take your clothes off."
Cally looked at me, came to a decision and started to strip off. I walked to the door and locked it... I tried to made a point of not staring at her, but of course I couldn't help but see what the doctor had crafted out of her original body. She had been bulked up, given a more athletic version of herself, her muscles were bigger, fuller, she was a tall, strong woman. Her face was a sculptered masterpiece, she had been attractive before, none of that had been lost and now everything had been tweaked to our concept of perfection, and under the animation of her personality it was hard not to stare at her as she spoke. Her breasts were still on the smallish side comparatively speaking, a good size for her larger frame, firm and upright, gravity would never affect their sculptered shape. Small, dark, areola and nipples, perkily point forwards. Her pubic hair had been mostly removed, a short tidy strip of her flame red hair was all that remained. I felt the attraction to her again, but suppressed it and asked her to sit in the chair, watching her backside as she walked to it and as she climbed in.
The Chair reacted to the new body shape, accomodating it gently. I walked over, locked out the Captains command set and activated the Entertainment section. I saved the new Setup under Cally's name, keyed in the commands to bring up the funtion she wanted, explaining the options to her. Cally nodded her understanding.
"Would you like to have some privacy, while you experiment?" I offered.
"Ahhh, I might need some help, can you stay?" Cally asked.
"Ok, if you want me to."

Cally thumbed the Auto sensor on. After a few seconds, she frowned and said "Nothing's happening... is it working?"
"It builds up slowly on Auto... maybe if you close your eyes?" I said. She closed them, a minute passed "Still nothing!" she said. She opened them again, looked at the controls and changed the selection to the User input mode and tabbed it up to full... closed her eyes again.
"Not to high!" I warned...
Cally suddenly spasmed and grunted, spread her legs wide as if something huge was between them, eyes now wide open as she hit the controls back down, panting. "Woah!, that was like trying to take a big one, without the KY" she said, the comment making no sense to me... but I could guess what she meant.
"Well, at least it works!" I said. "Try a lower setting to start off with... you need to work your way up slowly. You might find setting 2 better."
"OK", Cally's breathing settled down as she selected it. After several seconds, she closed her eyes again and hummed quietly "Mmmmmm" followed by a long drawn in breath and exhalation as her lips opened slightly. She looked at me and said, "It's working!" Closing her eyes again and running her hand over her breasts to her inner thighs and back up again. " It feels better if I feel skin on skin though... that makes it feel more real to me" she analysed as she continued to tweak her nipples and rub up and down, spreading her legs as if she was accomodating something between them. I licked my lips, feeling a response inside me as I watched her react to the machines stimuli. Her soft exhalations and smiles, small gasps and little moans all fed a small fire that grew inside me. Her body quivered, went taut and released tension, her legs opening and shutting, breasts starting to bounce up and down, gyrating gently as both the machine had its way with her and her hands assisted. Cally began to concentrate her hands on her lower body, stroking gently to start off with then moving faster, with firmer strokes that lead their way towards her vagina, caressing her clitorus, stroking, circling, rubbing over it in a pattern her desires begged her to follow. My own body was warm, perspiring as I watched her being sexed up by my chair... I had never seen someone else using one like this, it seemed very erotic and I found that being a viewer evoked a feeling of lust in me that was greater than being on the thing myself. I needed to feel what was so good for Cally and so, out of sight from her position, I slipped my hand under my clothing and emulated her movements. Squeezing and stroking, certain that watching and copying her was the best feeling I had ever felt.
By the time Cally slid her fingers inside herself and I did the same in my body, I'd never been wetter or wanting it so badly before in my life. I was stifling the sounds that I wanted to make, so similar to the ones that Cally didn't have to hold back. She was loud now, frantically using her fingers, sliding them in and out of herself. Opening and closing her eyes, looking at me, watching her. I could see the entrance to her body moulding to the shape and paths that her fingers took, moving in circles, rolling inwards and outwards as she manipulated her thrusting fingers to touch everywhere. I copied her motions exactly until I could see that she was about to orgasm, I was nearing that point too, the machine giving her the final impetus... her body thrashed around, held in place by the chairs compensators as her legs kicked around.
I felt regret, I hadn't been quite at that point, I had built it up, wanting it with a fierce anticipation, but Cally was finishing up noisily, eyes pressed closed. I needed to be ready to talk to her, not having an orgasm while she watched on, discovering that she was what had stimulated me. I drew my fingers out of my body, wiped them off inside my trousers, tucked my clothing into tidiness and tried to not show the sense of sexual frustration that was simmering inside.
Cally climbed out of the Chair, slowly, weak at the knee's, I thought. She looked at me, I hoped that what I was feeling didn't show. She smiled and said "Well, it was different, but with the help I gave it, it did the job... I think I needed that, thank you for staying here and for your help, I appreciate it."
"You're welcome, I said, "but I didn't do anything"
Cally laughed to herself. I was trying not to stare at her flushed, sweatily wet, body. I walked though and pointed out the toilet and shower area, she collected her clothes and went to have a wash.

The Chair had entered the automatic Cleaning cycle as I walked back to it.
I Clicked the screen:
Save scenario Yes/No
Yes!...
Save as?
Cally's first time...
SAVED!

Save Session memory dump Yes/No?
Yes!...
Save as?
Cally's first time...
SAVED!

I felt a twinge of guilt... but what harm was there in it? After watching her response to the machine, I was aching to see and use the thoughts that had fired her body up in such a way and hoping it featured more of Shane. I had been remembering my brief time with him, in the paddock and, despite the conditioning, was hoping for a session with him in a real bed. Maybe there was something like that in her original memory dump?... I would look.

Cally came back, refreshed, wearing her clothes again, wet hair wrapped in a towel. She stopped at the door, turned... she reached out, placing her hands on the back of my head and drew me close to her. She pressed her lips against mine. I had a flash-back of when I was a young Cally. Daddy was doing the same thing... it meant that everything was good. He was happy with me and I was happy too. I did what young Cally had done, wrapped my arms around her body and reciprocated the pressure of our lips together, briefly, before letting her go. Her hands lingered a moment longer, then she released me and, smiling, said, "Thats a kiss!" before leaving.
I smiled, remembering her and Shane doing something similar... kisses were nice!

The talks continued, Cally didn't seem to be quite as intense around Tom. Maybe the machine had taken the edge off her hunger for him.

We arrived back in the outer edges of the Taboo system, we still had days of travel to our destination, behind the Earths single satellite. We found we had more time on our hands for rest and relaxation. The Envoy started inviting the three of us to dinner, they were low key affairs, with us all talking about our lives and what we had learned. The change of setting and pace was good for us all, I think, and gave us a reason to dress in variants of the casual clothing that Cally had worn, becoming used to them.
The Envoy's anecdotes surrounding the things he had done were amazing. I had thought that his life would have been a staid, boring existance, but I gleaned from his stories that he lived on the edge of legality when it came to his dealings with some of the more dangerous factions in our huge conglomeration of systems. My Fleet based intuition told me that I had been duped... this was a man to be wary of... posibly even feared in the wrong circumstances. Still, he was charming enough and I felt that he was applying himself to that task.

After the meal, Cally, Tom and I returned to our rooms. It was still relatively early, so I decided to continue my exploration of Cally's memories. After securing my privacy, I entered the chair and returned to the point in Cally's memories where I had left off...

...I wrapped myself around him, my ankles against his butt, locking his cock inside me, stroking his head in gratitude for his love and skill at making me come... and drifted off to sleep, still embracing him...

Skip forward!
More mundane memories passed by, I riffled through them, going out together, meals with friends, parties... intent on finding Cally with Shane, I passed them by, the antipation building inside me... this one looked promising!

As I came back from the shower, I could see that Shane wasn't in the bed. As I entered the room, he pounced from behind the door, wrapping his arms around me. I gave a squeak of shock and then, knowing that I had made him horny by playing with his cock, before abandoning him to have my shower, began playfully resisting him. He pulled the towel off my body and dumped it onto the ground. He pulled my naked bum against his body and groped my titties, squeezing them and twisted his body so that his cock slid into the crack of my butt. I felt it drop into place, dangling down, warming my skin. He pulled me back, pumping himself against me, I could feel it sliding up and down, feeling it stiffening, rising up, it pressed against my leg. I felt it flex. Shane kept pumping. It flexed again and again. Firm enough now, for the head to poke me solidly on my cheeks and between by thighs. It's stiff firmness making by breath catch in my throat, mock gasping in shock as if I had just realised Shane's intent to take me... I braced myself and spread my legs wider, smiling in anticipation. I squirmed against his cock, maintaining his arousal as I felt the rush of my own desire begin to warm me. While still crushing my breasts, Shane moved one hand, swiftly down over my stomach and rubbed the skin between my open legs, quickly manipulating it aside and sliding a finger backwards and forwards over my pussy. I welcomed the sensation of his finger, rubbing around in circles before slipping inside the smallest amount, getting it wet before exiting, coating the outside too. I felt his erection being pressed forward, between my legs. I leaned over the bed, allowing him easier access, the head now rubbing and probing me. It rubbed my labia aside, started to be pushed in... moved over my bum...
Knowing that it would be more comfortable on the bed, I collapsed onto it. Shane, big and strong as he was, couldn't stop me... with a soft growl he followed me down, his weight pinning me on my stomach, his cock filling the gap between my legs again, but not inside... yet. He lifted himself off me and I raised myself onto my knees, head and arms lying against the sheets, looking back at him and waiting for him to recognise what I wanted. Shane moved between my legs and, with my hand guiding him, pushed the head inside me. As always the intial sensation of opening wide to accomodate him sent small shivers deeper into me. The big smooth head of his boner, working deeper and deeper inside, becoming slick with my response to him, made me ache with anticipation. Shane slowed down, drawing himself out until the head swelled the entrance before slowly pumping it back inside. I loved that feeling, it impressed upon me how long and thick he was, aided by the fact that I was small, in comparison to his bulk. The seconds that he made that feeling last always turned me on... it just felt so nice, slowly building up the tension inside, pausing to let it subside, building it up again, over and over, we could do it until I would finally allow myself to orgasm. He would know when I was ready to finish, I wouldn't stop, but keep riding him hard. He would speed up too. Pushing me into that wonderful uncontrollable pulsing satisfaction of climax. I looked at him now, he was watching himself sliding in and out, smiling at seeing my body offered like this to him, as his head almost exited, before plunging it back in.
He withdrew it fully and, milking it, drew forth a bead of semen. He rubbed it around his head and then seated it against my anus, rubbing it over the skin. He looked at me as he pushed it in slightly, using his hand to rotate it firmly in circles, the semen lubrucated it, magnifying the disconcerting sensation. He had asked if he could bum-fuck me in the past, but I wasn't comfortable with the thought. He was just to big for that. Now he pushed it in slightly, watching as his head slowly began to flare my sphinter open, easing it backwards and forwards, the semen and pressure allowing it slightly deeper each time. I waited for him to stop teasing me but he didn't stop, just swapped his attention between his cock slowly working it's way into my arse and my face, gauging my reaction. "No, Shane" I finally said, realising that he wouldn't stop unless I asked him to. Shane paused, looked at me, with a look of disappointment on his face. He put his hands firmly on my hips, drawing me back as he pushed it in an extra fingers depth... "Are you sure?, he asked.
My eyes widened at the sudden increase in pressure, both physically and psychologically and I said "No! Not like that, Shane!" His cock twitched deeper again, for a second I thought he wouldn't stop, that he would force himself further up my arse, then, to my relief, he removed it and inserted it back inside my pussy. "Ok, it was worth a shot!" he said.
He began working my body again, I sighed in relief of not having him threatening to fuck my butt and the interrupted pleasure that started to fill me again. Shane worked us up to a fast pumping motion, his body thumping against my butt cheeks noisely, I liked it when he used his strength to my body move around. I closed my eyes, picturing how it would look if we videoed this... Little Cally being taken by Shane, his long dick working her over. That thought always did wonders for my ego, the thought of someone else getting enjoyment from seeing my sexy bod, watching me and Shane making love. Shane had suggested it, but even if I used the thought to turn myself on, I wasn't going to actually do it.
I realised my orgasm was close and stopped, waiting for the feeling to subside. Shane stopped too. I smiled... then started again. Shane started again also, but we were no longer in sync with each others action. It seemed to me that he was a half thrust behind me, usually our bodys moved in unison, it created a wonderful blending of motion that stirred my passion the most. Now we were missing that... I tried to adjust but it didn't work. Shane continued on, not noticing that things weren't working for me now... he kept on going until he came, happily grunting as he emptied his load into me, pulling me firmly against his body. He seemed oblivious to my aching desire for my own release, withdrew, thanked me and wandered off to have a shower... leaving me unsatisfied. It had happened in the past, but I couldn't help wondering if it was a punishment for saying no to anal sex again...

After he returned from his shower, we discussed our plans for the rest of the day. I wanted to go shopping and he was going to see some friends, as I planned to have my dinner at Mum's, I would see him the following day.
I drove my car to the Mall, and browsed through the shops, with the cash I had saved in my purse, but no real need to spend it. Lingerie, clothes, shoe shops... I stopped for a coffee, thinking about what I had seen. I blended everything together... then, retracing my steps, I made several purchases. I ended up splashing out on a whole new outfit.

I had my dinner at Mum's, before making excuses and leaving early. I returned home and tried on all of my new purchases. I looked hot, even if I did say so myself.

It was perfect! the dress: Black, strapless, it fitted me like a glove, showing off my legs from mid-thigh, pressing against my body, accentuating my breasts... sheer pantyhose enclosing my legs and little booties to finish it off. I added some small jet earrings, perfect!
I couldn't wait to show Shane... I imagined stripping them off slowly, with him waiting to get his dick in me, twice in one day... he'd be so pleased about that. The thought of my little seduction plan was working on me too, as I drove to his place. The anticipation of the orgasm that I would get from him, this time, was driving me crazy. I couldn't help myself, I slipped my fingers down and rubbed inside myself, feeling the wetness on my finger, starting to moan out loud as the feeling of having it in me made me want more, the desire to stroke and slide it further inside gripped me. If Shane hadn't been at the end of my short journey, waiting to satisfy me with his big cock, I would have done the job myself, in the car. As it was, I pulled up outside his place with only one thing on my mind, getting him in me as quickly as posible and having him fuck me hard and fast, until I came. I walked inside and stopped in the Hallway. The TV was murmering in the Lounge, no Shane, I walked on through the house, to the bedroom. Shane was talking quietly, on the phone, I thought, the sound of the TV in the background blurring the sound. The door was ajar, I posed myself seductively against the door jam. Knowing that he would look over and see me in the dress, hot and horny for him. I pictured his look of suprised pleasure at what was obviously on my mind. I nudged the door open fully... two naked people were fucking on the bed! My eyes opened at the shock I felt, as I looked at the scene for several seconds.

The woman had her face turned away from me. She was on her knees. Her head lay on the bed, her long dark hair pooled on the bed beside her. She was larger than I was, bustier, her breasts squashed outwards from the weight of her torso pressing them down. Her firm body was being rythmicallly pumped, hard, so her breasts were rolling, being compressed and lifted continuously. She was being rooted so hard that I could see waves of her skin flowing up her body, from her buttocks, up past her hips, over her stomach. It was less noticible as they past over her ribs before being accentuated by her breasts and her head, the force of the strokes pushed her forward and backwards.
She was grunting and speaking quietly as each wave of movement started, slapping sounds came from between their bodies, where her reddened bum met with Shane's upper thighs. The sound of their skin meeting together, testified to the force being applied to her. Her hands were bound behind her, I thought that she might have be being fucked against her will, so violent was the thrusting, but the things she was saying registered as I watched and listened. " Yes!, Shane, yes!... Fuck me hard!... All the way, now!... all the way!... Make it hurt and I'll scream for you!... Hurt me more, Shane!... Oh, Shane!, yes!... Yes!... Hurt me!"

Oh Shane... no!
"Take it up your arse, bitch! Take my huge cock! Feel me in you!" He stopped momentarily, his body and erection pressed fully forward... his dick must have been at least seven inches up her. He withdrew slightly, slapped her hard on the butt and started again, putting his hands on her hips pulling her back against him... his long fat boner, that only a minute before I had been wanting in me, disappearing back up her arsehole. I watched it reaming her out, glistening with her bodies natural lubricant and, Shane paused to let spit fall from his mouth on to his thick shaft... other things. He was certainly happy to have his cock up her bum.
Tell me you like it, slut!" He suddenly increased the speed and depth, obviously about to come in this other women, whoever she was.
"I love it!, Shane, I love you!" I felt the words like a hammer blow... how could this women love him? How LONG had he been fucking this other women... both of us?
Shane saw the movement of the door, out of the corner of his eye. He looked over. I expected him to stop, stammer an apology, be embarrassed, as the women was made to gather up her clothes and run out of the house... but... no, he smiled at me, still leaning against the door frame, eyes wide at the tableau before me. He keeped fucking her like he meant to push his dick out of her mouth. If anything, seeing me, excited him even more. He groaned and I could see him alter his pumping to the one that I had felt, when he emptied his balls, in me. A withdrawl followed by short sharp thrusts, tiny little ones, followed by a deeper thrust. He was grunting with the pleasure that he derived from her body, feeling his nuts pumping his come deep into her arse, feeling it become sloppy with it.... and I think he enjoyed it more, having me see him do it.
He grabbed the womens hair, lifted her head up with it and said " Look, Michelle, Cally's come to watch!", she swivelled her face towards the door, the shock as she saw me showing clearly... Michelle, a friend of mine. Shane was fucking my friend! Shane withdrew, come spilling on her butt.
Take your clothes off, Cally, come and join in!" he commanded.
I shook my head. Denying what I had seen, as much as saying no to his suggestion. The thought of him inside me sickened me now... "Leave or get fucked in the butt.. either way I'll get something I want! he said.
"How could you, Shane? She was my friend!" I whispered. He came closer, then lunged and grabbed me, making me drop the keys to my car. He just stood, holding me as I tried to back away from him, knowing that I wouldn't escape him. He rotated my body and shoved me into the door jamb, pressing me between it and himself. He ran his hands over my breasts, squeezing them, pinching my nipples. I squirmed away, as much as I could, but couldn't get away from his cock as it was rubbed against my bum. He moved one hand away and I felt my dress being lifted, panties pushed down, he pressed his sloppy cock against me, "No!" I yelled. He banged my forehead against the door jamb, then spun me around to face him. He casually lifted my dress up again and looked at the sexy undies I had wore to seduce him. He pushed his still firm cock towards my body and used my dress to wipe the sperm, his spit and Michelle's mucus off his semi-erect cock. He milked it until nothing else came out, then he smeared it all over the front of the dress, pushing the material back between my legs, rubbing the mess there and then covered my breasts with it as well. I knew I could never wear it again, without feeling ill.
"You were never anything other than what you are now, Cally..." he threw at me, "a come-soaked rag, that I used to polish my knob with... now... get out!" He started shoving me towards the Front door, I think he was bouncing me off the walls on purpose. Just before the door, he tripped me up, dropped me onto the floor and pulled off my panties, " I'm keeping these as a trophy" he said, waving them at me, "I'll remember your tight pussy and red hair for ever, Cally!, you were a good fuck to start with, until you got all prudish!. Bye now!" He hauled me up, picked me up and threw me out of the door, onto the porch and locked the door.

I sat on the porch in shock. Just like that, I had learned that Shane was fucking around and that, to him, I was only ever something to be used and discarded, a consumable item that he had now thrown away. I looked down at my dress, silvery finger marks, evidence of another womans and Shane's sex, wiped all over it, drying slowly in the heat of the night. Some men walked past, on the street, looking in at me sitting in disarray on the porch. " Are you OK?" one of them asked. I didn't answer and they all walked on. I suddenly realised that I was missing my panties and the short dress didn't do much to cover me. Sitting like that, on the porch, facing the street was literally an open invitation for trouble. I got up, could I get Shane to give me my car keys? No... I needed to get away from here. I would walk.

And I did. I walked away from Shane, away from the men that I passed, afraid they were coveting my body. Thinking they were checking out the woman, with no panties, in a come-covered slut dress, walking along the street, alone. Probably looking for some company... the good men, they avoided me, probably afraid offers to help would be misconstrued or that I was a hooker, looking for customer number 5. The bad ones looked and wanted me... of course I was aware of them, wary of their intent. Instead of walking into busier parts of town, I walked away, through quieter streets, towards the outskirts of town. I needed to find somewhere quiet, to think.

I found a park, with a playground. I sat on a swing and cried for all that I had lost that night. The feeling of not being valued, for being the way I was, tore at me. The feeling of losing what I thought Shane was, kind, good and caring. He had fooled me, I had let him fool me, into giving him all that he could take, only to be discarded when he could get no more. I sat until I noticed I was getting cold, the flimsy dress that I had been so pleased with, a few hours ago, did nothing to warm me and the only memories attached to it chilled me too. As if to emphasize this a cold breeze started to swirl around me, chilly tendrils coiled around my body, under my dress, coldly caressing my skin into goosebumps. I shivered... suddenly colder than the season should have made me. The wind increased in intensity, becoming icy cold, my eyes blurred with tears and I closed them to stop the wind tearing them up. The swirling sensation was disorientating, the wind now so loud that it was the only sound that I could hear... it was not normal wind, it felt like a tornado... but no debris. Blue light flared through my eyelids, I cracked my eyes open. A halo of lightning was circling above me, the sound of the wind now a high pitched keening noise.
"Fuck this" I thought, "get under cover!" I stood and ran, but the lightning followed me... and struck? There was an intense flash of light and in the absolute darkness that followed it, while my eyes tried to adjust to the sudden blinding changes, I ran into the side of a darkened building. I only had time to lift my arms to take the impact, but not enough to stop moving forward.

I looked around, feeling miserable. The wind and lightning had gone. The park was gone. No street lights, no street, no houses... I was now in a... warehouse. I was in a warehouse, but couldn't recollect how I had got there. Had the lightning hit me? I stood in that place, looking around. I was unable to determine where the exit was. Only a minute or two passed before I heard a door open and shut again and several footsteps approaching. Four Security guards, holding weapons approached through the dimly lit space. "Intruder! Do not move!" one barked at me. Ok... that seemed reasonable, I had no idea where I was, but obviously I had strayed onto private property. I raised my hands. They all seemed to inhale through their noses at the same time... "Look at you!" "She's mine!" "What's with you guy's?" "Back off, bitch" " You're so small, I might pop you, lets find out, girl!", "I get her first!" Three of the four were men. Their lack of professionalism and attitude was shocking to me and I think to the female guard also. The men argued with each other over who would get to fuck me first, they took out and presented their erections to me and their weapons at each other. The female guard stood between the others and me... warning them off. I thought they had regained control of themselves but then one of them shot her in the chest. She dropped to the floor and then they were all trying to shoot each other, as well. I dropped to the floor too, listening to the strange noises that the weapons made, as they were discharged. Bodies fell around me until only one of the men was standing, he had taken a hit also, but was still functioning. He reholstered the gun, taking his grossly oversized erection back out of his clothing and thrusting it out towards me. I tried to scrabble backwards, away from him but he squatted down, grabbed my flailing legs and drew me back towards him, my short dress sliding back, underneath my body, revealing my nakedness to him. He smiled and stretched out a hand, brushing my pubic hair. He took himself in his hands and guided the head of his penis against me, rubbing it so that it touched my skin. My increasingly strident "No's! were being ignored, as he started to hump his way up inside my body. Suddenly, another man stepped out of the shadows, kicking the first one savagely in the head. He went down, twitching spasmodically.
The newcomer was wearing a gas mask of some description. He looked me over, dispassionately and said. "Can you stand?" He helped me up. I felt my battered dress falling back down, covering me. He moved me away from the cluster of fallen guards and said, "You'll have to stay in here, for now. It would be dangerous for you, if you leave. No one else will hurt you... just stay here until I return. All right?"
I nodded empathically at him, putting my trust in this strangers hands... he had saved me once already... I was desperate for him to be a good guy... I needed all the help that I could get... and felt the weight of the nights memories pressing down on me.
"Good!" he said, before disappearing the way he had come. I tried to hide, pushing myself into a darkened corner. He was right, no one else came and I alternated between sitting and crouching in the shadows, until, exhausted, I fell asleep.

Abort!
I came out of Cally's, mine now, damn it, memories... with a sadness that had me weeping. The emotions that she had experienced since she had discovered Shane was not being honest with her were fresh in my mind and to me they were just as real. My mind felt crushed under their weight. I quickly took a different path though. I became angry at Shane, angry because I had enjoyed the memory of his earlier sexual behavior. To discover that I, no, Cally had been used by him filled me with rage. I admitted to myself that I would have let him use me as well, no more astute regarding his true nature than Cally had been. If he was a sample of what Earth males were like, then I wanted no part of them. I found that I was doing what Cally had done, stalking around my Cabin, venting my feelings with swear words that I knew were from Cally's vocabulary, inadvertantly added to mine. "That son of a bitch! Cunt! I loved you, I hate you!" I worked my way up to a full blown rant... until it just sat in my mind, simmering away...

There was no way I was going to be able to sleep with my emotions running so high. I needed to release them... I could go to the Training Room and pummel someone, probably not wise, given my state of mind or use the Chair... the automatic function would override my anger and drain it away with a sexual release. I got into the Chair again, knowing it was the safest option. I was feeling Callys emotions and I wanted to try and fix them inside me, I looked at my hidden Library. I deleted the "Shane" one... the earlier feelings that it had created in me regarding Shane were suddenly repellent to me. I chose the "Cally's first time" scenario and memory dump, thinking that it would be a good choice... Cally had really enjoyed her first time, perhaps seeing that memory now would help me too. I remembered how messy it had been for her and briefly left the chair, stripping off my clothing.
I remembered Cally as she had shed her's. The thought of watching her clothing being slid off had turned me on. Her jeans being peeled off her long legs, showing her panties that were clinging to her bum, the jeans being pushed down, past her smooth thighs, over her knees and calf muscles. She had stooped over to take her feet out of the jeans legs, her bum pushed towards me, the panties tightening under the taut muscles. I had wanted to touch her then, wanted to run my hands over her butt cheeks and feel them under my fingers.
Cally had undone the shirt that she wore, I had seen her exposing more and more skin, I had waited and watched in anticipation for the next button to slip out of it's button hole, her cleavage, the sides her breasts, stomach, navel being exposed to me... the final button and, with an unintentional flourish, Cally had shrugged the shirt off her shoulders. Her breasts had bounced out of the restraint, a perfectly symmetrical match to each other, firmly held up and pointing forward, they rotated slightly as she shrugged out of the shirt sleeves. Small areola and nipples, standing out slightly, pointed forwards, I had touched my lips with the tip of my tongue as I saw them... Cally ran her thumbs under the panties at each hip and slid them off presenting her butt again. I caught a glimpse of her vagina from behind, the skin had been laser-depilated so every fold and gap in her skin was clearly defined, only a short strip of her red curly pubic hair remained... like a STOL strip on a planets surface. I felt the attraction to her again, warming me inside as I watched her as she walked to and climbed into the Chair...

I had been touching myself as I recalled Cally stripping off, running my hands gently over my naked butt, rotating them around my nipples, squeezing myself... I was warm and wet before I got back into the Chair and engaged the Memory dump and scenario...




I looked at the controls that Alex had shown me... it seemed basic... Auto Sensing... that seem self-explanatory. I pressed the Engage button beside it:
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I felt... nothing? Was it working? "Nothing's happening... is it working?" I asked Alex, frowning. I had to turn my head to one side to see her.
"It builds up slowly on Auto... maybe if you close your eyes?" She said.
I closed my eyes and tried to feel something even remotely exciting... concentrating on looking inwards, trying to detect what it was, that was so great about Alex's Chair. Nope! not a thing
"Still nothing", I told her, opening my eyes. I looked at the controls, I didn't even know if the thing worked on me. I thumbed the Manual control button and cranked it up to Full. Closing my eyes as Alex warned "Not to high!" I almost laughed at her... after all nothing was happeni.... OH FUCK! It felt like the Security Guard, trying to ram a huge dry cock into my bod. My legs were wrenched sideways, into the soft sides of the chair as I felt what was surely a huge boner probing me. My eyes opened, expecting to see him on the chair with me, huge, sweaty, hard handed... his big penis thrusting forward, into me... there was nothing. My legs spread wide, but no guard, my eyes wide open, hands pawing at the controls to stop it. "Woah!, that was like trying to take a big one, without the KY" I said. Alex looked perplexed at that, I guess it didn't translate well.
"Well, at least it works!" She said encouragingly "Try a lower setting to start off with... you need to work your way up slowly. You might find setting 2 better."
I wasn't to sure about that... it didn't seem a good idea, now, but if this is what was the accepted way, it must work, surely?
"OK", I said, trying to control my breathing, still heavy after the shock of going from nothing to being banged hard, in half a second. I selected setting 2 and engaged the Chair again... a warm tingling started in my belly... I closed my eyes again. "Mmmmmm"... it moved down to my pussy, intensifying... pleasure, soft and sensual bloomed inside me, I drew in my breathe and exhaled through my pursed lips. I looked again at Alex and told her " It's working!"
I couldn't stop myself from stroking my body. It needed to feel skin on skin to make it feel complete... something was missing... It couldn't match the tactile feeling of a real person touching you. "It feels better if I feel skin on skin though... that makes it feel more real to me"... I stroked my inner thighs, my fingers gliding backwards and forwards... spreading my legs as I tried to envisage welcoming someone between them... I tried to imagine someone's hands stroking me... SHANE! I pushed him aside, tried again... GUARD!... no!... Tom?... no, at least, not yet... he had thrown me out of his room, ruining what may have been a perfect memory to base this on... I needed someone to focus on... I looked at Alex. She was watching me... really watching, not the small glances that I had been wondering about... she saw me as I was... she hadn't pushed me away... and here I was, naked in her room... she was allowing me to use her equivalent of a vibrator... who on Earth would do that, if they didn't like you?, I asked myself.

Looking at her, through my lashes, I critiqued her sexually as she watched me. She was tall, everyone here was tall, though. Short blond hair, blue eyes that burned with intelligence and, right now, an intense focus that pierced me through. She had an expressive attractive face, currently it seemed flushed slightly... Like me do you?... I asked her, inside my head and imagined a smile in response. I had warmed to her too, in the time that I had known her... very warm, at the moment! I started to enjoy my hands and the machines ministrations while thinking about having her hands on me... vocalising softly, as I used my hands to do things that I imagined she would do. My body tightened in response, the machine and my desire to be touched by someone who cared for me making me louder.
I saw Alex lick her lips... her eyes still intent on me. Yes, you are liking this, aren't you? I turn you on! How would it feel to kiss you?, I wondered.
Her breathing seemed deeper now, her mouth opened slightly, not panting with lust exactly but getting there.
I showed her what the thought did for me, my stroking fingers edging the skin aside and playing with my clitorus, then inside myself, closing my legs around my fingers, moving my hips in time with their penetration... bringing my wetness out and using it to caress myself. A rhythm started, almost imperceptable at first as I settled in to it. My breasts, started to follow the random pattern, the small changes that I made to it sending them off on odd trajectories, never still, my nipples rotating and shimmying around in small arcs, that gradually increased in size. Alex's skin had a sheen to it, she was getting hot, watching me. I saw her hands touch her breasts before dropping out of sight, the chair obscuring my view of her, below her ribs. I could see her elbow rising and falling, I thought she was stroking herself, slipping her fingers inside and stroking herself, playing with herself as she watched me using her Chair. The thought of her getting off on watching me was so erotic, I couldn't stop my body from thinking that it was her, that was playing with me. I imagined it was her fingers that were going as far inside me as Alex could move them, the combination of my thoughts, the Chair and my fingers made my orgasm approach quickly. I closed my eyes, concentrating my attention inwards... so good!, getting close now! Opening to look at the woman standing close by as her hands moved in time with mine... she was mimicing my movements... not just being stimulated by seeing me, she was with me, we were partners, joined together to make it happen... each providing something the other needed. Was it love? Maybe not, too soon, but just having someone looking over me, caring about me, felt so good. In the current sexual context, Alex filled my deep need to have someone... there with me, caring and sharing this with me.
This was the thought that made me come. I clung to it, chasing it like a prize as I fingered myself into my orgasm... I took one final look at Alex's face, her eyes were closed at that moment, showing a throughly sexed up women, so close to coming as well... her body starting to buck up and down, her tits pressing up and down in her clothing. I kept that sexy image in my mind, closed my eyes and took the last couple of strokes, hard, fast, both hands at work in my pussy and over my clitorus. The shuddering orgasm sent waves of tension and pleasure through me... my body and legs uncontrollably kicking around the chair. I don't know if I screamed or not but I certainly was loud in the throes of my orgasm. It was huge, whether it was my own need or the machines help... but it lasted longer than normal, every time I thought I was done, another started again. Seconds... minutes, I didn't know, unable to get clarity of mind to focus on anything other than the deep throbbing satisfaction inside my wet swollen pussy and stimulated body, until it finally subsided... I lay, exhausted... not wanting to move. I opened my eyes, Alex was still watching me. I had better get up... as much as I liked looking at Alex in a new light now, I had better get up and get cleaned up. She had been right, I was leaking over her Chair, I hope she wasn't upset about the mess, smeared all over it. Sweat, come... I hope I can wipe it off...

Wait, whats that?
Orgasm Achieved! Auto disengage activated...

Abort!
I opened my eyes... shocked.
Cally had known what I was doing! She had watched me getting aroused and used her erotic thoughts about me, to feed her session in the Chair.
I had made her have her orgasm and she would have made me come too, but I chose to stop. The thought should have disgusted me, it did... no, it didn't! I felt... pleased. An odd feeling, a good feeling... Cally likes me too!

Post Coital Cooldown engaged.
Chair Cooldown Period Engaged,

Save scenario to Chair?:
Save scenario timeout 00

I lay in the Chair thinking about how Cally made me feel, until it started to beep warningly...
Please Vacate Chair: Chair Self Clean function starts in 00 Seconds...
Warning!
Warning!!

I climbed out feeling as weak-kneed as Cally had appeared. I followed the same process, going for a long hot shower. Spending additional time with the cleaning fluid, picturing Cally in my mind... I found myself and Cally, lying in the paddock, touching each other, we had supplanted Shane in our memory and we were both loving the fact that he had been exorcised.
After that , feeling warmed by the shower and my emotions, I slept well, until the start of my watch.

We met as we entered the Ward room, I smiled at Cally, the thought of running my hands over her body in my mind... settling for standing close by her, as we served ourselves. She shot me a questioning look but then relaxed as if she didn't think anything more of it. We sat quietly, just two of many, seeking breakfast. I couldn't stop myself from looking at her, going over our shared memory. Afterwards we made our way back to the Captains Quarters. As we entered the corridor, Cally suddenly slapped her hand against the wall in front of me, barring me from moving. I stopped short, turning to face her.
"Whats going on? she demanded.
"What do you mean?" I asked, taken aback, what was wrong with her?
She twisted her head slightly to one side, like a soldier looking down a rifle barrel and said "I can tell when someone is looking at me like I'm eye-candy!. So whats going on, Alex?"
"I don't know what you mean" I said
"Don't play games with me" her voice had softened now.
"No, I mean... whats eye-candy?" I asked, trying to make her see that I meant no harm to her.
She looked at me... " I should have thought... come with me" she said, leading me to her room.
Once inside I stood facing her. She placed her hands on my hips. Her warm fingers wrapped around, further to the back. "You said that everyone out here was conditioned not to want sex... of any kind?" she asked. I nodded.
Cally looked at me then asked , "Do remember this?" She drew me closer and kissed me briefly... I nodded. "How does this make you feel then?" She kissed me more deeply, like Shane had, like I imagined she did, with me, on the Chair and then in the paddock.

The range of emotions that I had lived with up until now were a pale comparison to what burst loose from inside me and surged through me, as I responded to her, I closed my eyes, smiling, wrapping my arms around her too, enjoying the feelings it created. Her tongue parted my lips and pressed into my mouth, pressing against my tongue. It slid over the tip and, when Cally lifted her hand to my neck and pulled, past it. Her fingers pressed into my buttock rubbing it, the pressure moved me against her body and our hips met too, softly rubbing each other. I wanted to touch her so much more than this! To feel her loving me back! No! reject that! Push her away! Taboo! Forbidden!
Cally released my head and our lips parted and I said "So good, it makes me want you, Cally. To touch you, to please you, to be pleased, like in a machine but... not like the machine... I don't know what to do. It's so confusing now. I want to be close to you, kissing, holding, touching, but part of me is afraid of being close. I don't know right from wrong anymore. Is that OK?" I asked. I felt afraid of what her answer would be, I had never been an emotional person but now tears came welling into my eyes.
"No, said Cally
***ATTACTION-WRONGNESS-DON'T-PLEASURE-FORBIDDEN-NEEDS-TABOO-WANT-PAIN-FEAR-VIOLATION-SENSUAL-ANGER-ATTRACTION-REJECTION***
I sobbed, "No!" why did I feel such anquish at her rejection? Tears? crying... me? The shock of suddenly having my new raw emotions on display added to them. I had heard of a few people that had suddenly seemed emotionally deranged, typically they disappeared into Psych wards. I had never seen or heard of anyone coming back out... the way they had been before, coming out... normal.

Only Cally seemed to live with her emotions and not be the complete mess that I was at the moment... "What's happening to me, Cally, whats happening?
Cally was watching compassionately, she drew me into her arms and made sounds that I remembered from her childhood "Shhh, it's ok, Alex. It's OK... I only meant that we need to talk more, so we are sure what it means to each other, OK?"
"I can't stand this, Cally, everything is bubbling around, am I going crazy?"
No, I don't think so... I think the conditioning that you guy's have, is messing with your mind... because you're really pushing the boundaries, now. I think you need to sleep, we will talk later, OK?
"What about our session with Tom", I asked
"I'll take care of it, " Cally said.
I wondered how she could do that, but lay down on her bed... with her gone, things settled down inside and I did sleep, although I didn't understand why I would need to.
After some time, I felt a little better, the emotions were still flowing through me but not to the extent that they overwhelmed me. Cally returned, ***attraction/forbidden!***
"All sorted" she said
"How?"
"I told him we were up late last night and you needed more sleep" She said blithly.
"You lied to him?"
"Of course. The Envoy is there too, you need to come, so he can talk to us. Lets go!"
She ushered me out of her room, the Envoy was waiting with several piles and cases of items on the table in front of him. He had a smile for the two of us, as we entered the room. "I have news" he announced, "You will be transfered planet-side after your next sleep cycle, 3 watches from now."

Cally whooped in surprise, more excited and animated than I had ever seen her. She grabbed me into a tight hug, our upper bodies mashing together, hips touching, she gave me a quick kiss in her excitement. As we kissed, I felt a rush of desire for her, no confusion at all in my mind... I could feel her her body, her breasts, warming my chest, her slight height advantage had made them ride up over mine, the lower side had rubbed my nipples, as they passed over them, they were pressing into her, still.
I thought she could feel my nipples hardening up with my sudden desire for her. She drew back slightly and scruitinised my face, I beamed at her, horny and happy for her. Cally's face crinkled into different sort of look... she had noticed! She had a wicked little smile on her face, now. Looking down, her boobs were just under my chin, her clothing guided my eyes down her cleavage, all the way down to her navel... and beyond... within easy reach, her body waited for me.
I quietly sniffed the scent of her body. The clothing acting like a chimney, her scent was rising up, warmed between us, as it past by, up, past her boobs, warming my face. I could tell she wanted me too... I imagined she wasn't wearing underclothes, my fingers encountering nothing but her bodies wet response as my fingers slid into her. I wanted to hear her telling me that she needed me. One of her hands dropped from my shoulders, wrapped around my waist drawing me in, Cally's other hand slid down to my buttock, I felt her fingers wrap around it, squeezing me.
The Envoy coughed, and I suddenly hated him, for being there. We broke our clinch and looked at him. His face was flushed... what had he been thinking? Tom didn't look very happy either. "Males!, I'll never understand them" I thought.
We released each other and listened as the Envoy continued.

"There is some basic clothing for you all, and the standard exploration kit for non-hostile enviroments." He turned to Tom and I. "You need to report to the Med Centre, inoculations will be given, that will help suppress your desire to indulge in banned sexual practices... I need you to focus on the mission, not running around cavorting with the natives." He cast a quick look at Cally and I... had that been aimed at us?
"Captain Edwards has been briefed on his objectives, Captain Woodward, you will assist him and, of course, Miss McGrath, you will be free to return to your life on Earth, after the team has completed their tasks. " He slid one of the mid-sized cases over to her. "A token of our appreciation, for your assistance, Miss McGrath."... her eyes opened wide as she picked up what looked like one of many bundles of printed paper strips in one hand and quickly ran her other hand over the end, causing them to fan slowly past as she scrutinised them.
"What is it?", I asked
"Money! a lot of it!"
"Money?"
"Currency, credits?"
"Oh, right!, how much?"
Cally looked at the Envoy, he smiled at her again and said "One million!"
"How?"
We had it copied from what you brought with you. It was easy enough and, as per our discussions, we made the... serial numbers... different, the boffins tell me that they are indistinguishable from the originals. One million for you, another for the team, to be used to pay for operating costs... you can have anything that is left over, when the others come back on board.
If I don't get to see you again, Miss McGrath, thank you for your efforts in assisting us. Good day to you all...


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Alex's innoculation wasn't booked until just before we left... we didn't waste any time, moving back to my room as swiftly as posible, embracing and kissing in the doorway before closing it and diving onto the bed... our hands diving under each others clothing in a lust-filled grope session.

We managed to get ourselves naked while still stroking and caressing, kissing and holding each other... and then we really got down to business.
I grabbed Alex's head and drew her mouth down to my breast, she willingly let me move her. I pressed my nipple against her soft mouth, pushing it so that her lips parted and then running them from side to side, until Alex got the idea and started to lick, then suck, on it. It crinkled up in her mouth and I watched as it was moistened with her saliva, it slowly spread wider on my breast as she became more confident and opened her mouth wider, taking my aerola in, too. I put my hand on her bum, drawing her closer to me, grinding my hips against her gently and then slid my fingers down to stroke between her legs.
I felt Alex's hand come to me and emulate what I was doing... the thought of playing with her body and she with mine, made me so wet. She ran her hand inside, I wasn't sure if that was what I wanted or what she wanted, but either way our hands were inserted into each other.
Alex moaned around my nipple, making me smile... I rotated my finger around, until it found it's way deep into her, then moved it backwards and forwards, just at the entrance to her pussy. She stopped sucking me and pulled back her mouth, exhaling, hard, as I worked at playing with her. Over her bum, back down her crack, into her again... deeper this time, knuckle deep, probing, small thrusts of my finger that moved her body's growing wetness to the outside, over her clitorus. I ran my fingers over it, around in circles and then, splitting my fingers, one to each side... Alex stated to pump against my hand. Our pelvis's were rubbing over each other too.
If I had of been a male, her movement would be sliding my hard-on in and out of her body... deep inside her, as she picked up the pace and distance that she moved... damn, she was hot! smiling at me, flushed with her desire. Did she know that she was simulating having sex with a guy?? Would she actually welcome a man inside her now, with that anti-sex conditioning that fucked with her mind so badly, had she banished it and was free of it now?...

It seemed odd to me... that conditioning... no physical sex, but once Alex got past that, she was happy to get it on, with another female? It occured to me that it wasn't gender-specific, it didn't give our Earth-style male-female is the only way, bullshit... once they got over the physical side of things, they had no other hang-ups... I thought of a few interesting ideas for Alex then... Later, I'd think about them more, later... right now, I had better things to do.
Alex was moaning and grunting softly now... really getting into it, not too far from coming. I, on the other hand had been thinking of other things, too much... my need had subsided.
Oh well, Alex's turn... I could get off later, when Alex had finished.



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Cally's hands stopped briefly, she kissed me again and then she changed her bodies position on the bed. Moving her head and starting to lick me. Her hand went back inside, she increased the speed and changed the pressure point to the front of my body and tongued me, hard and fast. I lost control, how did Cally know how to do these things to me?. I... wailed? as my emotions overflowed, a long undulating cry of desire and lust. I had to grab her head and hold her firmly against me, feeling her tongue, wanting it pressed harder, harder. Wanting her hand to go deeper, I grabbed it to and showed her what I needed from her.
She understood what I didn't have words for and gave me what I needed to finish... a hard, clinical, almost rough, deeply physical movement of her hand, as deep inside me as posible. Cally tapered her fingers and matched my thrusting body with her hand and shaking her head, firmly tongued my clitorus, from side to side until my climax engulfed me... lightening and hardening her thrusts to match my body's convulsuions. Was I screaming out loud at my release?... I clamped my mouth shut, holding the sounds that I was making inside my mouth, whimpering instead. Cally kept at me until it passed, lightening her action until it was the merest caress... after I was finished, she rolled away, rotated her body and cuddled me, kissing me gently and smiling at me. I felt like crying... it had been so good! but even better was the feeling of her hands around me now... so gentle, her face looking at me, small smile playing at the corner of her lips... I rested my head against her breast and she held me to her. The feeling of being safe and secure, being cared for was... overwhelming. Never had I felt such a sweet feeling of attachment to someone. I didn't have the right words for it. "Thank you!" I said to Cally, she smiled amd said "You're welcome".
Cally suddenly shifted her head and tensed up, I followed her gaze... Tom!, standing at the door, looking at our bodies entwined on the bed, naked, flushed, hot and sweaty, our limbs still wrapped around her other. How long had he been standing there, watching us? He shot a look of... anger? at me, then stode out of the door. Cally groaned, in distress and said "Really?, thats just what we needed!"
"What?" I asked
"You didn't see the look he gave you?"
"Yes... he seemed angry, why?"
"I think he's over his conditioning too... he's jealous of you, being with me."
"Why does it matter that I'm with you... can't he be with you too?"
Cally looked at me... a... shocked expression on her face... and... curious, too "You don't care if I go to him, be with him... do the same things with him, that we just did together?"
"No... should I be?... whats usual on Earth?" I suddenly recalled Cally's reaction to Shane, to him being with someone else.. the shock and humiliation.
"Not that one!" Cally replied primly... "but... I think it would be best if I go and... talk... to him about it. Clear the air, between us... OK?"
"Ok!" I said. I gathered up my clothes, peeked down the corridor and scuttled to my room.

After showering our combined sweat from my body, I idled my time away on the chair, checking the news, status reports... my mind still on Cally and I... remembering how she felt, how she had made me feel. I had a sudden impulse to look at her body, see the curves that I had so recently touched. I located her position on the ship. She was in Tom's cabin... I accessed the camera... normal light spectrum, the lights were dimmed, almost pitch black... movement on the bed... Cally, face-up, lying underneath Tom, a sheet over the two of them as they moved forward and backward, gently. I smiled... it seemed Tom had got over his inhibitions, as well. I turned on the audio...
Tom... "...alise that it would be so messy. Sorry about it choking you, too."
Cally... " It's OK, Tom... just remember, be ready to take it out, a little is OK... but you're so big, there's not much room left, for you and your come...OK?

Big! and this from Cally, who took Shane's whopper, when she was in her small body? I had a perverse desire to see Tom's "big" one!.

Infrared....
Shades of green/grey, blending into each other... Now I could see the expressions on their faces... but not much more than that...
This was no good!

Cally, sheet moving between their legs... "Do you feel how the mucus has made me all soft and elastic now? It should be OK for you to try to go inside again... it's better to wait and do it slowly, in small stages... do you feel this.." Slight movements under the sheet...

Tom... "Yes, a litle bit at a time... I feel it, and I go a bit deeper each time..."

Thermal mode!
Oh... that looked better! Suddenly the sheet stopped obsuring the view... Clearly defined bodies with heat closer to their cores.
Cally's face was red, flushed, her nipples were little hotspots on her breasts, her areola surrrounding them like small corona's... bright orange tendrils of veins left her chest and moved down her body, centering between her thighs and... there was... he was... I looked at Tom in amazement... big was an understatement... Tom was... huge!... and fiery red... I swallowed... unable to look away... how could that, fit in there?

I zoomed in on it... Imagined what I saw was happening to me, played with myself, harder and harder, wishing it was me on the screen...

The thermal view, showed me his erection in brightly glowing orange and red colours, swirling vividly with heat of his blood, bright compared to Callys hand, which was guiding him, compelling him to enter her body... she opened in front of him. she took her hand away, placing it on his back, using it to urge him backwards and forwards in small increments, slowly penetrating her, I could see it within her, going deeper and deeper, as she encouraged him.

Cally... " Mmmmm, yes... just like that... keep going... keep going... oh... shit, thats right... God, you're big!... OK... Ok... I hope that's all, it is, isn't it?" she asked, laughing quietly.
Tom... "That feels... I don't know how to... snug!
Cally... "First thing on the shopping list, when we get to Earth is some KY... I think I will need it."
Tom... "Is this OK?" ... continuing with the motion...
Cally... "Thats fine, Tom... if you match what I do for now... you can experiment next time...OK?"
Tom... "Sure"
Cally... "You see?, nice and gentle... just like that, yes... and do you feel the change in what I do? Copy it, meet me half way..." she had both arms around his waist, providing guidance... I could see the heat of her body transition from her entrance to deeper into her core, following the head of Tom's erection. She became more... animalistic, I guess you would call it. Panting and moaning, egging Tom on, encouraging him with her words and hand motions... working her way up to an orgasm... I could SEE it in the way her blood flowed... I found myself panting and moaning also... perversely wanting to be under Tom... wanting him in ME! Wanting to feel him, have him exciting me, doing the things that they were doing togther, to me!
I used my hand, suddenly feeling that it was a pale comparison to Toms length and girth. Was that what a man felt like? I wondered as I pushed my hand as far as posible into myself... did it feel like this? Or was I missing something, that Cally now had? Once again I was wanting to orgasm... I had never felt the need to do this, so frequently since meeting Cally, she inspired me to do these things that felt so good.
She built herslf up, I could see her hearts blood rushing through her, faster and faster until she suddenly stopped... dead still... everything quietened inside her... I paused as well... understanding coming to me... we were so close now! Aching for it... but letting that feeling seep away, in the hope of an even better reward!

Cally... "Just hold still, Tom... hold still, it's better for me, if you just stop for a few seconds... " she laughed gently, "How are you doing, Tom?"
Tom... "I feel like I'm going to explode, it's pulsing!. I don't know how much more I can take!, Cally!"
Cally... " Ok... no matter what happens, you do whats right for you. OK..."
Tom nodded.
Cally... "Ok... one more time..." and started to move again, quickly moving back to the fast pace that she had been setting earlier... on and on... faster, faster, Tom suddenly started shuddering and grunting, on the screen I could see powerful contractions at the base of his erection and the flow of fluid through it... pumping out into Cally, lining the inside of her with a cooler looking liquid that quickly assumed the same temprature that she was, instantly replaced by more and more, it kept gushing out of Tom, in time to his deepest thrusting yet. On and on, he shuddered and banged away at Cally, her body pushed forward to the limits that she could move. She was taking him, locking her ankles behind his butt and pulling him firmly to her, seemingly demanding that his full depth be inside her. Not for an instant did she try to moderate Tom's excessive action... not for an instant did I doubt that she was orgasming too, in time with Tom... and all unknowing to them, I went for that wild ride as well, posibly not in the same way... but I didn't doubt the enjoyment and satisfaction that I derived from my orgasm was equally as good as theirs.

Once we had all settled down, I watched their quiet embrace and kissing, they drifted of to sleep, still joined together.
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The downstream, Ship-to-Shore transition was rough, as always. You would have thought the boffins would have got it sorted by now... I guess it was one of those "If it aint broke, don't fix it" scenarios.


Cally had laughed at Tom and I, dressed in every layer of clothing possible, as we stood in place, ready for the transfer. "It's Summer, guy's!, you won't need that stuff on... you'll cook!"

Seconds later, she had her arms wrapped around herself, saying "Sonofabitch! You could have warned me!" Tom, smiling as Cally tried to beat warmth back into herself, replied "And miss the fun of watching you freeze to death... no, I wouldn't do that... did you want to skip this part, Alex?" he asked...
"No, I find it funny too, Cally!" I said, smiling at Tom.
"I'll get you both for this!" Cally warned. Slowly her shivering subsided while Tom and I surveyed our surroundings, collected the tidy pile of luggage that had come with us and removed the additional garments that we had worn..

It was night-time. Our insertion point was familiar to Cally and I, open paddocks, a short distance from town... a good place for privacy, where you could lie, unlikely to be discovered, with a very ex-boyfriend or arrive from a spy ship for a clandestine op. Both of them exciting activities...

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I plotted against the aliens carefully. They weren't stupid and I would need to be careful if my plan was to succeed. The Envoy, now there was an interesting man... at times he looked at us like we were just assets, pawns... but sometimes, the looks he gave... the Envoy and Tom had outlined how they normally proceeded with their examination of a planets capacity and I obeyed the basic tenets that they had set out: Start of in a small centre of population, assimilating into the local culture... my culture, before moving the Base of Operations to larger and larger population centres.
I lead them into town, to a motel, introducing them to the local food, smiling at how their faces reacted to the different tastes. In some ways they were like children...so easy to convinced to try this or that flavour, try this food, you'll love this! They obeyed me, having no other guide, foolishly trusting me. Takeaways, fast food, sandwich's, coffee, ice cream, pizza, tacos, cereals... I enjoyed leading them to eat things that blew their taste buds to pieces.. jalapenos, cayenne pepper! lemons... I stopped doing this after the diarrhoea set in... feeling bad that I had possibly caused it. Tom gallantly reassured me that the reaction was typical, even as he moved swiftly towards the toilet again... The diet on-board couldn't hope to give the same varience in food types available on a planet. They both got colds as well... nothing serious... they both recovered quickly.
We stayed in town until they were over that, then moved on, visiting libraries where the aliens figuratively ransacked the aisles, storing the information for later retreival back on-board. After they weren't so obviously out of place on earth, I took them shopping, they bought technology, mobile phones, gps, laptops... I introduced them to the internet, they quickly added that to their research methods, spending large periods of time, in the evenings, studying our history, comparing notes, confirming data with me... I felt included in their activities.

Tom and I slept in the same bed, Alex was relegated to the single, Tom and I on the king-sized one. We didn't have sex, I think Tom wasn't too comfortable with Alex's presence in the same room. That was tough on all of us. After finally getting Tom to enjoy me, sexually, I was getting horny for his touch and I'm sure he was being tormented by his desire's too. Inadvertantly waking up, with my hand wrapped around his boner, both aching to do something about it, but constrained by Alex's presence, was driving us both a little crazy, Tom's manner towards Alex was a little stiff. I think she noticed and seemed... hurt by his manner. She had been looking at him oddly and I could tell that she was upset by his manner.

"What's for dinner?", Alex asked as we completed another mission at a mall. I had left them in an electronics store and ducked out to aquire some items elsewhere.
"I'd kill for a steak!" I said... their faces expressed shock, there were some sayings that they just didn't get. I sighed, "Aliens!" I thought and rephrased it. "I feel like a big juicy steak!, let's book a table at a restaurant... you can select a meal from a... list and it is made for you." Alex and Tom shrugged at each other, agreed and so I booked a table at one of the well known restuarants of the city we were in.

It was the first time that we had gone to a restuarant and I wanted to give them an experience that they'd never forget. So I encouraged them to order from all the courses, making suggestions over what they might like to eat and drink. We spent several hours drinking, eating and quietly talking about our experiences. It was a great evening out and I really enjoyed watching the two of them relax, lightening up in each others company. Finally I had to call a taxi to get us back to the Motel. Exhausted, after a full day and the long evening I turned off the lights and we all collapsed onto the beds and into sleep.



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My mind was strangely fuzzy, I managed to wonder if this was another reaction to the food or some allergic reation. There was no pain associated with the sensation, just a... disconnection... between what I wanted to do and what actually happened. In the dark, after Cally turned of the lights, I gave an apallingly uncaring mental shrug, that almost made me fall over, stripped off and fell into the bed. Cally had come to me in the dark, pressing herself against me, our arms, her hand touching me tentatively. I had known that Alex was in bed in the corner... but it hadn't mattered to me. The hand on my waist had moved, stroking my back, encouraging me with it's slow, sensual, movement. Always in contact, her skin sliding backwards and forwards, reminding me of the sensation of real sex, skin on skin, such a pleasant sensation. My desire to do those things to Cally, now, filled my mind. Alex was probably asleep anyway... and, at that moment, I didn't care if she did hear Cally and I.
"Touch me!", Cally's voice whispered softly... I smiled... feeling the hand, stroking me. I reached over her and placed it on her chest, above her breast, letting her feel it there, stroking her with my thumb, flexing my fingers gently. I slid my hand down her body, over her breast, feeling her nipple pass by my fingers until it was centred, under my hand. Squeezing gently. Her body pressed backwards and, as I continued to squeeze and release I heard her sigh as her nipple hardened. I ran my hand downards, across her tight stomach muscles and into her strip of curly pubic hair, passing beyond it, finding her... pussy, stroking outside, gently working, trying to ease my finger inside. In the dark, it wasn't an easy task, but I persevered until my finger was suddenly made wet. I stroked in a circular motion, her... pussy lips... being coated with her bodys lubricant, opening the way for my finger to penetrate deeper. Alex pressed her bottom backwards against me, my cock twitched at this sign that she was wanting me, I slid my finger inside her, stroking, circling, teasing her with thoughts of my cock... knowing that she welcomed it, enjoyed what it would do to her. I loved her barbaric wantoness now, so strange to me at first. Even if sharing her with Alex made me feel... possessive... watching them move sexually against each other had cemented my desire for Cally and to what a female might like to have done to them, to please them. I gently stabbed my finger in and out, feeling Alex reciprocating with small thrusts of her own, she slowly worked my finger deeper and deeper into herself. I could her little gasps as she exhaled through open lips and moans if her lips were closed. My cock was growing longer incrementally increasing in size... the thought of being inside Cally urging me on. I drew her over, onto her back and ran my tongue over her... tit, locating her nipple with my hand, engulfing it and the aerola as well, sucking gently until Cally pushed herself against the sensation. I pressed her nipple against the roof of my mouth, with my tongue, pressuring it. A hand, slick with her bodies lubricant wrapped around my cock. It was slippery with her need for me, the hand coated me completly, stroking up and down my slick shaft, rotating around the head, before siezing it and urging me towards her waiting body. I entered her, hearing her gasp, slowly, surely, guided into her, I thrust and withdrew, presing downwards, the wet slippery boner spreading her around me. " Oh... Tom!" I feel you... so big inside me!" I pressed my hips against Cally and began to pump my hips, my erection sliding several inches, in each direction inside her. Cally reacted with a counter thrust the felt so good, both through our bodies contact points and the thoughts that this woman welcomed me inside her body. I continued for several minutes, under Cally's tutelage, I now understood what I was feeling, in the changes to her position and speed... she increased the speed, dramatically thrusting up against me, seeking to orgasm. Our bodies making slapping sounds. Suddenly I was unable to contol my desire any longer, I increased the speed too, faster and faster, driving Cally towards her orgasm, fiercely manipulating her need to make it happen, able to tell that she was going to come and nothing could prevent it, only make it better. I came too! I wrapped my hands around her shoulders and buried myself as deeply as posible inside her, she welcome me, tentatively wrapping her ankles around my buttocks, crossing them, shuddering with her own release as we both felt my sperm lubricating both of us. Her hands, tenative now, wrapped around me, pulling me against her breasts, welcoming my full weight on top of her, stoking my back as I grunted to a finish. Cally released me sooner than usual, she usually insisted that I stay inside, get soft before letting me go, seeming deriving pleasure for the sensation... I withdrew my still hard cock slowly from inside of her, drawing it out over several seconds the slow erotic feeling milking the last bit of sperm from me. it formed a ball of sperm, on the head as I moved to her side, lying on my back, recovering. She inhaled, exhaled... even her breathing sounded content, happy, sated. Her hand touched my cock, wrapping around it, revelling in it's dimensions, using the sperm as additional lubricant as she pumped it in her hand for several seconds before stopping and just holding it as I softened... I felt so good! knowing that I had pleased her... and myself. I had indicted to Cally to roll onto her side and snuggled against her and, still in our embrace, we fell asleep.

I woke up slowly. Eyes closed, I was strangely tired, this morning, not wanting to move. I couldn't even be bothered opening my eyes. I could feel her body beside me, her warmth pressed against me from head to toe. My hard-on pressed against Cally's bottom, feeling so nice, I pumped my body, feeling it sliding on her skin, sensitive to even the smallest movement.

The thoughts of what had happened last night drifted through my mind... I started to copy them again, hand on her breast, on her stomach, feeling a sudden twitch from Cally, I reached up and ran my hands through her hair, so light, so short... wait!...
I sat up suddenly, the whole bed moving with the sudden movement... SHORT BLONDE hair on the head, on the pillow beside me... oh fuck! ALEX!, I lifted the sheet covering us, getting a indignant squark from Alex, who pulled it back down, not fast enough to prevent me seeing her naked body under the stained sheets. I would never forget the vision of her... my cock and my mind colluding to remind me that she had been awesome, last night. My cock flexed, still touching and being warmed by her body... but I had truly thought it had been Cally, taking me, welcoming me, sating me... not, as it seemed now, Alex. She was so warm...! I rejected the notion of slipping myself into her... the manner of how it had happened suddenly taking precedence in my mind... I tried to deny it.... angry for some reason... I had been tricked into this, I realised... WHO DARED!

"We didn't!" I exploded...
"You certainly did," Cally said, standing behind us, by the door, "You two were going at it like rabbits, for most of the night, I hardly got any sleep."
"How" I demanded, shaking my head, feeling a headache coming on.
Cally laughed with delight, " It was easy, I got you two drunk and put you into bed together. All I had to to do was whisper sexy things in your ear, Tom and away you went... you two were banging each other and having a great time too, I might add."
"Drunk" I asked, both Alex and I shook our heads, not recognising the word.
"Intoxicated?, smashed?, hammmered?, pissed?... fuck it!" Cally showed a trace of annoyance at our continued blank expresions, then clarified, "I used the liquid that we were drinking last night, it... drugged you and befuddled your senses temporarily... ahh... I just planned to get you two drunk, to pay you back for freezing my butt off when we beamed down. But you both collapsed onto the same bed, it was too good an oppurtunity to miss, so I just stripped you both, rolled you together, played with you a bit to get you started and then let nature take its course.

"You..." I started... I was unable to come up with a word to describe her duplicity.
"Minx" Cally supplied
Both woman were looking at me... as I tried to deal with the confusion... I was angry that I had been manipulated into "making love" to... fucked, the wrong woman... memory of how sweet it had been came to me, Alex's warm body welcoming me, wanting me, accepting all of me... kept intruding.
"You knew?!" I asked Alex, wanting to feel angry at them both.
"Not at first... I could hear Cally whispering to me", Alex blushed suddenly, "I thought it was her hands touching me... of course I knew it was you, when you entered me... but I couldn't say no, when you'd made me feel so good! It was good, Tom!. I don't regret letting you continue, but I'm sorry if you regret it now, you seemed to like it, at the time!.!"
Alex was starting to look upset... I realised that I had hurt her feelings... she had let me have a good time, use her... and here I was, angry, when she had been duped too. It hadn't been bad... it had been great, I stirred at the memory, her body had taken me in, taken all that I had done to her, given me all that I had wanted in the encounter... I couldn't feel anger when she had let me use her, empty my balls inside her. The pulsing in my cock intensified as I remembered her body under mine... I wanted her again, just thinking about it.
"I'm sorry, Alex. No, I'm not angry... it was good, last night... I really enjoyed it, and I thought you liked it too? Alex nodded, "It's just that... I thought it was Cally".
"Well... it wasn't!" she said, I could see tears forming in her eyes.
I tried to think of a way to make it better.. I could only come up with embracing her gently, pulling her into my arms, wrapping them around her upper body and kissing her forehead... comforting, not... anything else. I felt her sob and my feelings towards her turned to one of tenderness. I lightly pressed my head to hers, trying to convey my apology for hurting her, to her. We stayed like that for several minutes, my cock softening under the more caring emotions that I felt for her... Alex was a true friend, letting me have all that she had to offer, not much different to what Cally was like.
Cally had moved from where she was standing and moved to lie next to Alex, embracing her from behind. With both of us with her, on the bed, Alex soon quietened, smiled and nodded, acknowledging us both. My head had been up by Alex's. It was only now that I saw that Cally's hand was around Alex's breast, cupping it gently, fingers and thumb stroking near to the shoulder... Alex swallowed, sandwiched between us both. I reached over and included Cally in our embrace. Alex placed one hand under me, caressing my back and the other onto Cally's side, down past her hip... stroking us both. All three of us gaining from each others presence. Cally moved her hand from Alex and moved it to my hip, then beyond, rubbing my butt. Her fingers started to draw me closer to her, then release, slowly making Alex's body compress between us... it felt like having sex, compress, release... slowly, slowly the heat from the three of us increased, I grew hard again... there was no way Alex could mistake the hard thing that now pressed between her legs. I looked at her face, composed, not upset anymore... Cally's hand asked for me to thrust deeper, I could feel Alex's pubic hair moving past as my erection massaged the outside of her body. She swallowed, spread her legs so that my cock slid out the other side, encountering Callys body as she ground herself against Alex's buttock. Was that a second set of pubic hair that I felt? Callys? Alex's... I wasnt sure, all I was feeling was skin enveloping my length, gripping, slidding, becoming wet. Alex was moaning, starting to pump herself against me, we became wetter, she reached between our bodies and seized me, urging me to enter her. Cally rolled away, allowing Alex to lie down. I eased myself on top of and into her, feeling her body respond to my cock sliding in, with small thrusts of her own. Cally watched, smiling, as Alex and I moved to get me fully inside her... Cally looked hot and flushed, she moved her fingers to inside herself, lying down, stroking her body as she observed Alex's and my reactions to our gentle motions. Alex didn't stick to our slow motions long, wanting me deeper and faster, urging me to take her harder. I was afraid I would hurt her, but when I didn't respond to what seemed like unnessecary force, she gripped me hard and rolled over until she was on top... hot, sweaty and dominant... where had she hidden this side of her character? I had only seen her outwardly calm and composed. Even the time I had walked in to find her and Cally in bed, was nothing compared to the frantic, demanding woman taking me now. She took up a cadence that seemed way to physical to me, lifting her whole body up and thrusting it down, out bodies producing a low slapping sound as we met. Looking down I could see the shaft of my cock entering and exiting her, she was lifting it, letting my head emerge and them slamming herself onto the full length, faster and faster. Cally was watching, trying to copy Alex with fingers alone, not too successfully, I think.
Alex seemed to be having no problems though, eyes closed, teeth clenched as she banged herself onto me, faster... harder... deeper... the skin in my cock was stretching... painful in the demands she placed on it... it hurt! I couldn't think of anything thing else and started to soften, it started to bend each time as she pumped mw. I don't know if she became aware of that or if it made new sensations come to her... but she reached her orgasm almost immeadiately afterward, burying me fully into her and squirming around on me, shuddering as her release took hold of her. I was breathing hard too, relieved that it was over.. accepting that my own orgasm would be deferred, to be taken at some other time... Cally was talking softly to Alex, pulling gently on her, encouraging to get off me. Alex finally understood, slid off, rolled to one side. Cally took my cock in her hand, pumped me gently and..


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I put the head of his cock into my mouth, detecting the taste of both Alex and Tom, appreciating again how large he really was... he wouldn't know... I doubted the male aliens went around doing comparison checks or anything... but his was the longest... fattest cock I had ever experienced... I wanted him now, watching Alex fucking him silly had been awe-inspiring in it's intensity, and it had brought me so close to my own orgasm... but I needed Tom to finish it off... but first I needed to get him back, hard again. I carefully let him feel my tongue, caressing the already sensitised skin on the head of his cock, feeling his semen flowing out... he must have been so close to coming before Alex had finished... he was reaching out with his hands, as if he would push my mouth away, gasping, even as he stiffened, God, he was so big!. I let him exit my mouth, he closed his eyes and sighed in relief at the sudden lack of sensation... I moved over him, firmly introducing him to my body and sliding him in. His eyes popped open in surprise... maybe he thought he was finished... no way!... I speared myself onto him and then lay still, enjoying the fullnesss that his erection brought to me, tight.. stretched fully around him... feeling his pulse beating through his cock, deep inside me. Aching for an orgasm gifted, from him, to me. He was so much better than Shane... no hidden agenda's, truly caring, and he'd started with a clean slate, there was no hidden baggage after I had broken him from the taboo of sexual intercourse... if I said it was OK, he accepted what I said.
I sighed... he would fufill my desires completely, because I made him the way the way he was, the way I wanted him to be... and right now, I wanted him to be fucking me.
I gently worked his body until he started to reciprocate, then, knowing that he would work with me to have a mutual orgasm, if it was posible, let him take over, revelling in his touch and feel of his body. We had both been so close to our respective orgasms earlier, that it took no more than a minute or two before we were both gripping each other and riding out our passion, briefly using the other as we satisfied our bodies demands... Alex watching on as we did. Afterward we all slept again, a happy pile of bodies on the king sized bed.

Poor Tom didn't get much rest after that, the demands of two nearly insatiable women kept him busy... but watching him root Alex, doing as she asked, started to make me anxious. She really goofed off on the physical side of sex. She loved him fucking her hard and he would give it to her, with her encouragement, like she wanted it. I knew she had discovered porn on the internet. She would watch the video's and use Tom to act them out... it started out with straight sex... but soon she found gang-bangs and forced ones... that wasn't for me... but one day I saw her watching a man take a women anally... the pornstar was draped over a couch, hands tied, the guy's long thin cock sliding in and out as he took her hard and fast, until he withdrew and his come splurted spectacularly over her bum...
A chill went through me... would she ask Tom for anal sex?... and if he did do her anally, would he prefer Alex to me... and if he did, would I let him go or let him in my bum to keep him?... I wasn't sure... the thought of it had always frightened me. Only Shane had ever tried... I hadn't said no because it had hurt... only because I thought that it would...

"More lube?"
"Yeah, lots more..."
"Ok, hows that?"
"Push a bit more... ahhhh!, just hold that pressure for a second..."
I opened the door to the bathroom slightly... Alex and Tom, naked on the bed, his boner against her butt. He was leaning in to her gently. The head of his cock was coated wih KY, the lubricant smeared around her bumhole.
"OK, a little bit more pressure, now..." Alex said. I saw Tom thrusting gently, the head of his erection pressing her skin inwards, then relax back again, in... out... in... out... in, the tip slowly going further inside each time, her sphincter slowly accomodating his dick... Alex had her hand, back on Tom's hip, guiding him to go the depth that she wanted. I swallowed. Should I stop this?.... rush into the room, outraged...
Tom's head suddenly disappeared as Alex gave a startled "Ohh!", Tom stopped." Are you OK?" he asked worriedly, "Is that hurting?"
"Just hold it there" Alex replied, her eyes were wider now... not in pain, I didn't think... just at the different sensation of having it in the bum, " Ok... just let me do the moving for a while." she said, moving slightly backwards ans forwards, easing Tom deper inside. She slowly introduced him to herself, working him deeper, I watched as inches slowly slid into her, watching as she got used to him, increasing the speed and depth that he travelled. Listtening to them both enjoying the tight sensual experience.
I watched... I mentally railled at Alex the "bad-girl" for taking it up the arse, liking it, enjoying it and Tom, thrusting himself into her, hands on her hips, pulling her gently towards him... making love to her arse... but... they didn't know that it was taboo... and it was my fault for making everything sexual OK for them. I looked at it from their point of view: It felt good, didn't hurt each other, and not so different from what I had showed them... I got over the "Bad-Girl" feeling that was my own hung-up over anal sex and watched them enjoying each other, making love to each other. The choice to do it or not was mine... I looked at Alex, obviously loving every inch that Tom gave her, hot, sweaty and completely enthralled by the sensations he was producing in her... I could either normalize this in their minds... or... demonize it.
I opened the door, letting them see me watching, casually observing them as they continued... from this angle I could see all the action, hearing and see him sliding in. Watching the emotions that played across their faces... they smiled at me, happily fucking away, in front of me... no hang-ups, thanks to me... building up the tension, sharing their bodies, increasing the pace... how long could they keep that up? How long could Tom keep it up?. He came suddenly, fully pushed forward, pausing for a second, arching his back, then pumping his load into Alex.... She looked back as him hammered her bum... "Take it out, Tom!" she demanded, "Come on my butt! He withdrew his cock and sperm shot out of him landing on her bum, continuing until he was finished.

I felt a pang of sadness... remembering the last time I had seen something like this. Melissa and Shane. Shane emptying his balls onto Melissa's butt, then throwing me out of the house, out of his life. I was afraid it was happening again... Alex was smiling at us, at me. Beautifully hot, naked, willing and come covered... sexier than I was, willing to do more than I was, pleasing a guy more than I could... She had won. I had lost Tom to her the instant I had introduced them sexually to each other, my plan to get back at them for their prank, backfiring monumentally and handing him to her. Tom collapsed on to the bed, face down, groaning with tiredness. I would pack my things and go home... I was such a loser!.

Alex moved to enter the bathroom. I stepped back to let her in, she closed the door and turned on the shower, turning to look at me as she waited for the water to warm up. She was beautiful... I would lose her too. At the sudden sense of loss, tears welled into my eyes, I closed them, feeling the eyelids push the tears out, rolling over my cheeks. I started to weep, holding the sound in. I felt Alex's hand, her fingers on the side of my face. I opened my eyes, she was looking at me with concern.
"Whats wrong, Cally!" She asked... like she cared!
I accepted that Tom and I were finished... but I couldn't stop myself from starting to explaining it to this woman who had taken him from me, that I had encouraged to do do the things that made it so... maybe she didn't even realise what had happened.



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Cally looked so sad and lost as she started to explain that Tom would want me more than her, because I had let him take me in the bum... I hadn't even thought about how Cally would view that... of course, it had been a pivotal moment in her break-up with Shane, of course, based on Shane's reaction, she would think that Tom would do the same thing to her... I didn't see Tom as being like that. Cally couldn't know that when Tom was alone with me that he talked about Cally... the only time he didn't was when we were having sex... what a mess!... how to salvalge this before Cally bolted... and she was ready to run, I could tell. The smell of Tom and I was rising from my body... Callys nose wrinkled, I could smell it too... not a good idea to explain how much Tom liked her when the smell of him was coming off me and not her.

The shower was running to the correct temprature. I put my hands onto her hips and steered her into the shower. She resisted slightly, then moved for me. Under the stream of water, with both of us wet, I picked up the cake of soap and rubbed it over her skin, touching her, trying to inject my feelings into her, the warmth and caring and love that I felt for this woman that had taught me so much... I cried with her, realising how much hurt I had brought to her, through instigating and inciting Tom to butt fuck me... if only it didn't feel so good!... I wasn't sure that I could stop wanting it again... it felt 10 times better than vaginal sex...
Cally suddenly clung to me, I soaped her back, long soothing strokes, until she quietened. I was telling her that I loved her, wouldn't hurt her on purpose, I apologised for not thinking it through, but explained that, to me, it felt good. Really good, hot and horny good... I didn't realise that the thoughts were turning me on as I explained them to Cally, that I had started to use hand and soap, lower down her back, soaping and squeezing her buttocks, holding them, pulling her to me, releasing her, pulling her in, release.... simulating Tom, stimulating her and I, both. Cally placed her arms around my neck, our soapy bodies rubbing together. Breasts and nipples rubbing over each other as we both started to grind our bodies against each other. I ran my finger down her crack, over her anus, the soap providing a sensual slipperyness as I caressed her anus... she pumped against me, gently... I did it again, running my finger in circles around it and started to pump my finger in and out, a small amount, gauging Cally's reaction. Perhaps because it was me, not a guy, she didn't stop me, I continued, probing further and further, the tip slid past the entrance... I think in that moment she accepted being penetrated... but I just held my finger at that spot, letting her get used to the strange sensation. I knew that a finger could feel big enough to start off with. "You can put some more in, if you want" she said, slowly humping up and down. "Let's wait until we can use some lube", I said "It helps if you do..."
"OK" she agreed... I felt warmed at her demonstration of trust in me... and took my finger out.
Tom wandered in, he was probably wondering what was taking us so long, looking at us, through the glass wall, in the shower together. I beckoned him to join us and added him to the soap down, carefully cleaning his body of our sweat, cleaning his cock of our last session. I handed the soap to Cally and she continued to rub Tom with it, smiling slightly as he noticably enjoyed the sensation... I saw his cock flex as Cally washed it too, rising up under her ministrations, hardening up, soaped up, Cally's hand now able to stroke it, bigger, longer. She handed the soap to Tom and he used it on Cally, continuing what I had started, that he had seen, caressing her back, hands lingering on her butt, drawing her onto his erection, soaping her breasts up, pulling her into an embrace and then pushing her against the wall of the shower, his cock rubbing between her legs...

I felt I had to talk about how Cally felt about Tom and I... he needed to understand, "Cally is afraid that you love me, not her, Tom" He stopped his little erotic thrusts, as he manouvered his cock and Cally's body, readying themselves for penetration. "Whats love? he asked curiously.
Cally and I both gaped at him... this wasn't going well... I realised that, without him having view Cally's memories, only Cally and I could explain love to him... and I hadn't, assuming that Cally would. Cally took over... "Its like a warm feeling inside, you want to be around someone, please someone... it makes you feel good... so good that you prefer them over others. It's not just sex, Tom, it's more than that. I was afraid that you love Alex more than me..." He kissed her... looked at me and said, "I enjoy Alex, in bed, Cally... you encouraged me to, remember? I like her, I like pleasing her... but it was only because you two are together too. It's you that I want to be with, that I think of at night." Cally had tensed up as Tom had spoken. She relaxed again and embraced, kissed him. They both started to rub each other again, his cock sliding out of sight, between her legs... I thought that they needed time alone and so I touched Cally on the shoulder, she glanced at me, a huge smile of relief on her face, and I exited the shower, taking a towel into the main room and drying off.

A little pang went through me... Tom was Cally's. I thought about that... what if they decided that I was no longer welcome to share Tom?, what then? I sat at the computer and started researching again.

A small amount of time passed, Cally and Tom hadn't come out of the shower yet... I was distracted from reading the screen by an odd squeaking sound coming from the bathroom... curious how they were managing to make the noise, I poked my head around the corner of the door. All soaped up, Cally was mashed against the glass side of the shower, face away from me. Tom was taking her from behind, firmly thrusting into her, each thrust pushed her against the glass.... her skin sliding over it, squeaking as it went.
I could see the interesting things that was happening to Callys body. Her soapy breasts were being pressed repeatedly against the glass, pressed firmly in, flattening, whitening, as the pressure pushed her blood away from the skin, nipples sliding around the soapy surface, tilting sideways, lifting and rotating slightly as Tom pumped her... building up speed. Tom moved one hand up, slipping it between the glass and her boob, copying the motion, rolling it over Cally's nipples. She pumped her upper body against it as he stroked her nipple.
Cally's stomach and hips were pressed against the glass too, Toms hand was wrapped around her, over her stomach and between her splayed legs, stroking, caressing, sliding over her clitorus... in time with his thrusts. It was obvious that they were just about to finish... the pace was too fast to be continued for long. The squeaking sound of Cally's body against the glass, speed up, deepening as Tom pushed himslef as deep as posible. Cally started moaning and pushing back, countering Tom, faster and faster, loud soapy slapping noises coming from between them as they made love... I licked my lips... they were so hot to watch... but not right now, when Cally might still think of me as a threat. I walked back to the laptop... still hearing the squeaking sounds, unable to stop thinking about what they were doing to make the sounds... it suddenly slowed... deepening in tone, sped up again, slowed, sped up... Tom's orgasm, the squeaks denoting him emptying himself into Cally and Cally hopefully, coming too, pushing herself back, enjoying the moment.
I smiled... hopefully Cally would feel more secure now... I resolved not to ask for anal sex from Tom again... as much as I liked the sensations that it produced it, until Cally had sorted that issue out with Tom, I had better not tempt him and threaten her, by asking for it.

The extraction date was approaching, only a few more days, now. Soon I would return to the ship... I began to wonder, would Tom elect to stay here with Cally... or abandon Cally and return to the ship... with me? I imagined having him all to myself... fucking him silly, up my bum... no-one telling me that it threatened them... fantasising... a shiver went through me. No! Cally was a friend, I owed her to too much to be thinking of such things... what would I do if Cally came with us, back with Tom, to our life on-board? What would I do then?

I explored the options in my mind, then I explored the internet, searching out the places that gave information, such as I needed and I drew up my plans.
By the time the other two had noisely finished up... tidied themslves up and come back out into the main room, I knew what I had to do.

Under the pretext of giving them time alone, I went shopping, carefully storing purchases in the suitcase that would go with me, back to the ship. I visited pharmacies, sex shops, bottle stores, strolled though malls, shopping for clothing, such as was never seen on-board: Alluring, provocative... sexy. Down alleyways, my time as an Exploring Officer serving me well... I wouldn't say that I left a litter of bodies behind me... but broken bones... a few.
Once again obtaining what I wanted.
We moved back to Cally's home town again, in preparation for our departure.

Cally had opted to return with us, she called her Mother, concocting a story about going overseas for a while... she had taken the remaining cash, still a substantial amount and banked it, organising an automatic payment into her Mothers account. It would continue being transfered into her account for years, evidence that Cally was out there... somewhere... living her life to the full, with money to spare, enough to send some home... it wasn't that far from the truth, only a good deal more distant than her Mum suspected.

The last night... horny for anal sex and not wanting to ask Tom... I went out again... knowing the way. Knocking on the door, ready for whatever came. He answered the door... he wasn't as big as what Cally/I remembered. He was as tall as I was, wider in the shoulder's, I saw him check me out, eyes flickering like lightning, over me: face, tits, arse, legs, before smiling at me. I knew I had past the first hurdle... he wanted to fuck me... I made it easy for him, saying I was Melissa's friend... Melissa, who liked pain and anal sex, both.
Melissa was out, she was due back soon, but I could wait for her... inside. I subtly offered myself to him, my body language showing him what was there, for the taking... I let him crudely invite me into his bedroom and accepted the offer. He stripped me off, pushing me onto the bed and ordered me onto my knees in front of him. The sight of my butt stirring him into hardness. He took me rough and hard, using spit and force to enter me, a tighter fuck for him - more pain for me... the way he liked it, enjoying slapping me, enjoyed listening to my fake protestations and small screams as he pumped himself faster... not knowing that I was enjoying it too... biding my time... I finished before him, the violence getting me off faster than you could imagine. I wondered if he liked getting as well as giving it.
In other circumstances, I would have liked to spend more time with Shane, exploring this latest twist in my sexual development... but... no, stick with the plan:

Pay back time! - Revenge 101.

I waited for him to start coming, felt his hot sperm gushing into me, knowing he would withdraw, to finish coming on the outside... wanting to see himself come on his newest conquests back... when he did, I turned and looked, feeling the splurting come land on my buttocks and further up my body... I spun fully around and opened my mouth... imitating the porn stars that I had seen on the internet, waiting for the right moment... he squirted come on my face, his eyes alight as he did so... wanting me to suck on him, swallow his come and cock, fresh from my bum. He thrust himself towards my mouth. I opened my mouth wider, grabbed him with both hands, to guide him in. I braced myself... ready for the next moment... and then I snapped his cock like a stick, a loud popping sound coming from him. A surge of achievement went through me... a feeling of power, domininion over him. He was mine, to do as I wished to... I pushed it down... I would examine this feeling later.
Shane had shrieked in agony and collapsed to the floor. He took his fractured dick gently into his hands, knowing that I had done it on purpose, as he screamed "Why!"...
"Cally says "Hello"" I replied. He looked at me, I doubt that he ever thought he would hear her name again... she had dropped off the face of the planet after he had thrown her out, after all...
I nudged him with my foot and he flinched away... I laughed and said "Better get to a hospital... I think you might have broken something..." I passed Melissa on the way out. She looked pissed off, but not surprised. I gave her a wink and kept on going...

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We had asked the taxi driver to drop us off, on the roadside, by the grassy paddocks. He had looked a bit dubious about the location, but he got paid, and was happy enough to leave us there.

We all took a few minutes to dress warmly, all three of us were wise travellers now...

The device in Tom's hand flashed a sequence of lights, a voice communication took to long to set up. He pressed an acknowledgement and almost instantly the air grew chilly and the lightning started to form... the build up was typically slow, the actual transition seemed instantaneous. We were standing in a paddock in the dark... we were in the brightly lit Trans Room...



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We appeared into a scene that confused us all. Alex, Tom and I were facing a squad of Security, weapons ready, face masks in place, respirators noisily sucking in and blowing out air. Further back, to one side, the Envoy and the Chief Medical Officer were standing. Everyone except the Doctor was armed, the Security team had their weapons aimed at us.
We looked at each other and then Tom started to speak to the Envoy, "Whats going on?"
The Envoy raised a hand to stay us, then looked at the Doctor, who held one of the analytical devices in front of her... it suddenly started to give off small whooping noises... he nodded at the Envoy, who raised a pistol, swiftly shooting both Tom and Alex, before they could react... they fell to the ground, writhing and crying out in pain. I screamed and bent to help them, before taking a hit too... pain!... so much pain...


When I woke, I was back in the Isolation ward... restrained onto a bed, covered lightly with a sheet that conformed to the shape of my body... Turning my head I could see I had company this time... Tom and Alex were similarly restrained. The Envoy stood by Alex, looking at her, his fingers pressing against her throat, feeling for her pulse... he touched her face gently and then moved on to Tom, just looking to see if there was any reaction from him before turning to me... he started slightly as he noticed I was awake, then smiled at me and asked "Miss McGrath! Cally! how do you feel?"
"You shot us, you bastard, how do you think I feel!"
He shrugged and said, "A necessary act... both Tom and Alex had aquired the parasite that is endemic in the local population.... the byproduct of having it is the high levels of pheromones that give everyone else in the galaxy... urges. You are all going to be fine, the weapon only knocked you out and introduced the latest version of the pest-killer... sorry, suppressant, to your bodies. It was faster than having the Doctor inject you, one at a time and watching the one before you writhing in agony, waiting for your turn. The suppressant is quite painful at first. Kinder to be shot, injected and knocked out, than experience it killing off the parasite. I gather it feels like the little bastards are running through your veins, looking for a way out", he shuddered... and then went back to smiling, " Welcome back!" and went back to stand by Alex, watching her breathing quietly, chest rising, falling...

After we had recovered, we entered into several days of debriefs, this mostly involved Alex and Tom giving their own evaluation of the level of technology, infrastructure and industry to the Envoy. The laptops with the information they had gathered up was handed over to technicians, who would try to extract it onto the Ships secure database, for evaluation.

I was learning more about what my future role would be... the Envoy hoped that the information that we had returned with would cement the impression that intervention would be vital to prevent the Earths population regressing due to poor decision making... contact could be made and, for now, contact on a global govermental level could off limited transfer of information, the Space folk initially offering advice and inventions that would assist and solve the more basic problems Earth faced. Removing plastic from the enviroment, cleaning waterways, clean air initiatives that could remove pollution in a meaningful way... things that needed to happen at the present time, that hadn't been addressed successfully yet. I was to be a liason officer... being from Earth, it was hoped my presence would ease some of the fears that would be held when official contact was made.... several years away yet, if it occurred. So I was to be trained to understand the processes involved in the technology involved and the diplomatic protocols that must be adhered to.

The Envoy decided that Tom and I would be paired... Liason Officer and Protection unit, standard practice for the IRS. It meant that we wouldn't be seperated... something we were both pleased about.
Alex had stopped sharing our bed, she had changed, since we had talked about Tom and I... drawn away from us... an unintended result of my expressing my fears, of losing Tom, to her. I knew her to be a true friend now... but she had pushed herself away from us, leaving me with Tom. Now she was alone and moping around. Both Tom and I worried about her.


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I couldn't tell them... didn't want to be near them. How would Cally react when I asked Tom to hurt me? "Put it in my bum! Slap my arse!, Fuck me hard! Harder! Yes, Tom, yes!, like that..." Even worse, what if he then did those things to her? I had had my fill of soft and gentle, for now, Cally loved Tom for it... I couldn't risk having him hurt her... or finding that he preferred me to her.

And so I stayed away from them... as much as I saw their bewilderment and worry over my actions. I needed something else.

My chair... how I came to know it's limitations, as I demanded it do what I needed to satisfy myself now. I had both Cally's and my memories to focus on... thoughts a-plenty on what I wanted. But the machine could not violate it's programmed limitations. Manual... Level Five... It would not, could not, do what I needed to satisfy my deepening cravings.
Some of the things that I had bought on Earth helped... the entire contents of my suitcase had passed hrough the customs and security checks... items from Earth were too primitive or outlandish for their purpose or function to raise eyebrows on the ship and so I had all the things that I had bought... including my dildos, vibrators, whips... I loved them all for the pain I made them give me... but they didn't love me, couldn't hold me afterwards, tell me that I was loved and that was what I needed too.
I tried to relieve my frustrations at the gym and practice ring, quickly gaining a reputation for being a difficult opponent... most started to avoid sparring with me and those that continued were inhibited with the standard Taboo's... I subtly offered myself to them, like I had to Shane, they didn't even see my overtures... it left me aching with unsatisfied desires.

My latest opponent lay gasping on the mat... I looked at him, wishing he could see what I really needed... no! blind as all the rest. I looked around, seeking someone else... no other takers. I made my way back to my cabin, passing Tom and Cally on the way, feeling even more wretched, seeing them look anxiously at me.
I tried to ease my frustration with a glass of wine. I had brought a selection of alcoholic beverages back and some days I needed their help to relax and sleep... my supply was dwindling though... another glass... a third...
Why did no-one see? Should I go to Tom... use him to satisfy me... just to ease the ache I felt inside?
A faint tingling started behind my lips, spreading... I hadn't had this much since Cally had dosed Tom and I on Earth... I wanted that oblivion now, I drank more.


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The lights were dim. With my eyes closed I could feel the sheets of the bed, on my sensitised skin, millimetric movements accentuated and magnified, I wondered at how good it felt. I reached down and touched myself. Firm, full sized... an erection... unrestricted by bedclothing. I enjoyed it's gentle throbbing but, wanting more, I wrapped my fingers around the head and drawing my skin downwards, smiling as the sensation descended towards the base, making it flex against my hand... I thought about using my Chair, as I had been doing more frequently recently, using it to sate the disconcerting feelings that were gathering, growing in intensity within me.
I hadn't helped myself, I should have put those thoughts aside, let them wither away and die in unfertile ground... instead I had embraced them, fed them and now... this happened often.
I tried to will it away... begone!... it throbbed, mocking me with it's stubborn resistance to returning to a flaccid state.

Small movements and sounds near to made me open my eyes.
Ah... it was the dream! That explained the erection, bigger, harder and more persistant than ever.
As always She lay, sleeping, facing away from me, but I knew it was her.
The sheet's of my bed covered her body, draped over it to blank out but hightlighting her shoulders, back, narrowing down to her waist, buttocks and legs. I knew She would be naked underneath the sheets, her body presented to me in a way that I had never seen, except in my dreams, but had developed a craving for... her nakedness would entice me, feeding my desires, I knew it was wrong but I couldn't put them aside... in my previous dreams I had stripped it off her suddenly, flinging it off and throwing myself onto her, abandoning the taboo in a wild frenzy of lust that woke me up, shuddering with the horror and disgust that I should feel, at doing such things to another human... no, guilt and desire did not make for comfortable bed-fellows.

In my latest dream, everything moved slowly, like I was drugged... how slow and silent her breathing was, as I reached over to Her and slowly pulled the sheet from Her shoulder, stopping at her waist... I placed my hand on her shoulder and drew her towards me, her body stopping in an upright position, my hard-on sliding between her upper thighs until we were pressed together. I could feel her skin, her warmth, from my chest to my thighs. I experimentally thrust myself forward, a minscule amount, feeling it slide against her skin, just rubbing past her pubic hair and out the other side.
I heard her breathing stop, catching in her throat. She was awake... probably wondering what was happening to her, what had woken her, feeling me between her legs, hot, swollen, moving backwards and forwards... I waited for the dreams usual panicked reaction, I was ready to dominate her, knowing that it was both nessecary to proceed but doomed to failure, because I would waken, once again my erotic but erroneous actions bringing me back to consciousness.

Her arm moved, sliding backwards, touching me, caressing my skin from thigh to buttock, fingers moulding to my shape and pulling me towards her.... and away, closer, away. Each little movement causing me to slide forward and back, between her legs. We both shivered at the sensation... I groaned at how good it was and moved more, compressing her body with the pressure of mine, withdrawing, feeling the head of my erection pull back to the tightest constriction, feeling her skin around me... warm, smooth and damp. With her hand gently encouraging me I continued to move backwards and forwards, scarcly daring to breathe, in fear that I would waken from the dream.
I moved my hand from her shoulder, my finger tips brushing over her breast, nipples hard, over her stomach, reaching and covering the hand that still drew me backwards and forwards. I compressed it gently, trying to indicate my desires... She slid her hand from under mine and placed it on top and, wrapping her fingers around mine, she drew it over her body to her breast. I tentatively flexed my hand, feeling her hard nipple under my palm. I moved until her nipple was under my fingers, I rotated and squeezed it softly, before doing the same thing to her other breast.

Her hand moved mine downwards, between her legs, until we both encountered my erection, she spread her legs, releasing it to press firmly into her thigh, before encouraging me to explore her with my hand, to stroke her, to penetrate her... all the time murmuring to me how good it felt... how much she wanted me... finally, she took my erection and guided it into herself, I slid into her so gently, aided by gentle pumping, deeper and deeper until I was fully inside.

For a few seconds I enjoyed the feeling of compression along my full length... then my base desires overruled the restraint that I had been showing and I began to pump my dream harder and harder, listening to her moan, still managing to sound as if I was pleasing her. I alternated between withdrawing almost completely, plunging myself fully back inside to short probing thrusts at the extreme depths of her body, getting quiet sexy grunts in response. The sounds she made fed my desires and I sped up, the sliding sensation building up and focussing around the head as I moved inside her. Faster and faster, my body meeting hers as she moved in time with mine, her movements accentuated what I was feeling... she wasn't trying to escape, but accepting what I was doing, no fear, no disgust, she took it all, wanting more, "Harder!, faster!", driving me towards my orgasm. With her encouragement I threw away all restraint, rolled her onto her stomach and finished off, bracing myself on my arms and arching my back to get as deep inside her as I could, the spasms in my cock as I emptied myself inside her were the most intense I had ever experienced, on and on I pumped myself between her butticks, into her firm body. Eventually I stopped using her and just lay on top, my head resting on her, as my breathing settled back to normal... she lay still underneath me... a warm living female, soft and sensual, even in repose... I felt something more than what I had up to now... with my lust and seed expended inside her, I felt a warmth deep inside me, a sense of gratitude, of rightness. My dream woman belonged to me. With her, this was acceptable behaviour, not something to revile or hide... I lay there, on top of her, comforted by the closeness of her presense. My relase had drained me of all, I closed my eyes and fell asleep again.

I woke in the morning, happy to just lie still for a while, noticing the cool air on my chest, everywhere else was warm. I opened my eyes, noticing that I was hard again. I looked down at my cock, covered by the sheet, but standing out from it, and remembered snippets of the night before... the dream. Why did she come to me?, as good as her night-time visit had been, it was not appropriate. My cock throbbed at the memory of her, the dream, of taking and using her instead of a Chair. Of course, real life wasn't like that. I must stop my juvenile thoughts and put my dreams aside, put her aside. Should I send her away?... if I did, would I be able stop this dangerous fantisizing?. Even as I thought this, my mind remembered the pleasure I had gained from my dream encounter, seducing me with it's dark promises. I groaned, tormented by both my desires and by the taboo's conditioning.




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I had laid beside him, after he had finished, rolled off and gone back to sleep... I had thought about what he had done. He hadn't been restrained at all, drunk and drugged, he had taken me hard and fast, with no consideration to my needs, luckily I had thought to take precautions and so I had enjoyed him, encouraging him and if his orgasm worked in my favour, then it was worth it.

I had woken up before him, feeling the effects of sex on my body. Bemused, at first, at being in a strange bed. Recognising him, puzzling out the circumstances that had got me here... into Nicholas's bed... to much wine, to many wicked lust-filled thoughts, to many unsatisfied needs, to much reading of some of the darker habits of Earths sexual predators...

I had collected some items, selected my target and merrily, drunkenly, wended my way to his cabin, bouncing gently off the walls of the corridors... knocking on his door, offering him the alcohol, that he had zero tolerance to and dosing him with powdered viagra. When both of us were happily drunk and he was almost passing out, I had encouraged him into his bed where he had fallen asleep.
I unclothed him, looking at his naked body and, wanting him, anyone! badly, I had stripped off and joined him, snuggling back towards him... pressing him against my back and thighs, feeling his soft cock, drooping down, warm against my lower butt cheek, wishing, hoping he might see me, want me, fuck me, love me. I was desperate for someone's touch, I had no-one, Tom was Cally's and I wouldn't interfere with their relationship, out of fear of ruining it. I had taken his arm and draped it over me, feeling it's warmth and then dozed off, dreaming of him.

In the middle of the night, he had come to me, hard and horny... I had guided him as best as I could, prepared myself as best as I could and let him take me, letting him fuck me as he wished. He wanted me hard and fast, I enjoyed that, feeling that his need was great and hoping that the time would come when he would satisfy me. Afterwards, he had fallen asleep, and I touched myself, getting more pleasure from both my fingers and my thoughts that he had seen me, finally.

But, now he groaned... did he regret last night? From my position, behind him, I stopped snuggling against his warmth and reached over, placing my hand on his chest. His whole body stiffened, as if an electric current had been sent into him. He rotated and rolled towards me, he seized me by the shoulder and demanded "What are you doing here, Captain?"... as if he didn't know?.
Why was he so formal?... last night, he'd fucked me like a sex-crazed love machine... and now he called me "Captain?"... treating me, not as a lover, or just a fuck, nor even as a male... but as the Envoy.
Angry, sterile, inhibited and useless to me... but his hard-on made a lie of his words. I smiled... Hail Viagra!, best earth invention ever!...
His huge boner had moved up my tummy, pressing above my navel... I was suddenly more interested in the heat of that, not his anger...

I reached down and ran my fingers over and around the head of his cock, feeling it flex, watching his face flicker as he realised the effect I was having on him. He closed his eyes, briefly, and the opened them and asked again, "What are you doing here, Alex?" that was a bit better!
"You know why I'm here", I said, now massaging all of his dick. It was at least equal in length to Tom's, but marginally thinner and pointier, I thought. Maybe I could get them to compare... the thought came to me... maybe I could get them both to... Not now! focus, Alex!

"Do you remember last night?" I asked, continuing to play with him. I was enjoying feeling the tactile feel of his skin passing by my fingers, watching it slide through my grasp, remembering the feel of it, inside me, the heat it had engendered as he had ridden me... as I watched, a bead of semen emerged. I wanted to taste it, feel him in my mouth, see his reaction to his first blowjob.
"That was you?... I thought I was dreaming!" He frowned, but was obviously liking my hand on him, otherwise he would have pulled himself away from me... more semen came out of him... he licked his lips... I could sense his resolve fading. I laughed, feeling a wicked delight inside... "I am your Dream-girl!" I stated, knowing that his guard had only been lowered, last night, because he hadn't realised it was a real woman... that and the wine had confused him, the viagra making him hard.

If that was a sample of what his dreams were like!... I wanted a piece of it!
Maybe I could sway him still... it would be my only chance, now... or never!, I realised.

I took him into my mouth, engulfing him as fully as I could, taking care not to cut him with my teeth... liking the taste, the feel of him inside me. He gasped and made to pull himslf out of my mouth... I locked my teeth against the movement, feeling his flesh beneath them... knowing I could sever it, before he could pull it out.
I let that thought go... what was I becoming?...
He had frozen as I had threatened him... now I continued, rolling my tongue around the head, bobbing up and down, simulating the feel of a vagina, waiting for him to realise the simularity to what he had had last night. After a short wait, he lowered his hands, placing one the back of my head and starting to encourage me with it and pumping himself forward and backwards, sliding his dick deeper inside, more semen coating my tongue.


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The feel of her mouth on me!
If someone had asked me what it would feel like, I would never have been able to describe what felt like a million sensitive nerve endings all crying out for mercy... make it stop! Don't ever stop! Screaming out at the pleasure, the pain, demanding a release from the torment, it was to much to bear and I made to take the head of my erection out of Alex's mouth... she clamped her teeth frimly onto me... looking up, into my eyes and growling like a beast... I felt fear... sensing her commitment to cause me pain if I tried to do it. The only action that seemed to offer me a way forward, was to embrace the moment and, instead of fighting what she planned, finish as quickly as posible, just to make this torture end. I relaxed and let myself enjoy the sensation, placing my hand on her head and encouraging her to continue, feeling myself flexing inside her mouth. Looking down, seeing my cock, wet with her saliva, withdrawing and thrusting into her. Feeling it, savouring it, wanting more, deeper, faster... just at the point where I was about to lock both of my hands on her head and induce her to do what I needed, so I could finish off, she released me, a strand of my semen stretching out between us until the tenuous link broke.

Alex stood, moved off the bed and, naked, moved to a small pile of items that she must have brought with her, the previous evening. I got a look at all of her, for the first time. It stirred me. My imagination had not done her justice. I remembered what I had done, in what I had thought was a dream, to the wonderful body that was the real Alex. Realising that I could not... should not, treat her as if only my desires needed to be sated. Last night, I had used her in a way that had brought me release... better than anything that I had had from my Chair... I had thought only of myself... but what of her wishes... I should try and met those too.

While I was thinking of this, Alex appeared to be applying something to her body. She returned to my bed and proceeded to coat my erection with liberal amounts of a substance that I didn't recognise. I touched it, rolling it between my fingers, amazed at how slippery it was. Alex concentrated on rubbing it over my cock, mixing her saliva, my semen and the new liquid together, her hand sliding up and down my shaft...



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... until it was all over him. Sucking him off, feeling the slimness of his cock in my mouth, knowing this was just a prelude to having him inside me again, had warmed me up, the anticipation of the coming sex was driving me foward... I had to have him!... I straddled his body, my knees by his waist. I lent over him and offered my breasts and nipples to his mouth. Nicholas licked one tentatively, his tongue merely flicking across it, I pressed it harder against his face until he opened his mouth fully and took the nipple into his mouth, rolling it gently and lightly compressing it. I bounced my tits up and down, enticing him to do more with them. Nicholas placed his hands on my back pulling me closer, opening his mouth wide, tonguing them. My bouncing was making my butt move, moving up and down a small amount, also. Nicholas's cock was sliding up my crack, coating it with the lubricant. Was it too soon to aim him at my bum?... posibly not. I reached behind myself and grabbed him, aiming him at my bum hole, rotating his head around the outside, feeling his skin against me, teasing myself with the sensual pressure. I pressed down, lightly bouncing so that my bum I slowly started to spread around him... Nicholas's eyes widened as I slowly made him enter me...


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ALex was so tight!.
I hadn't noticed last night, entering her then had been a smooth transition from outside to in... this was different for some reason.
Alex was gently moving herself against me, my erection was seated in a warm cavity that massaged the head of my cock, as Alex, eyes closed, slowly pressed downward in a series of small movements. I could feel the rise and fall of her body, her breasts bobbing up and down in a mesmerising manner and my cock pressured against a barrier that slowly gave way, until I slid into a hot tight space that gripped me firmly. Alex was smiling and gave a small satisfied "Ahhh!" and changed the movement, pressing downward steadily. Now that the barrier had been overcome, my cock entered more easily, sliding in smoothly, aided by the lubricant she had applied, until Alex's buttocks were against my groin...


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My increasingly insistant movements made his cock push past my sphincter, I'd felt it gaping wider... wider... under the pressure that I had applied to it. Just get the fuck inside! I talked to the head of his cock.
Oh, that's right, that's what I want!... you're so fucking big! I thought happily, smiling as I made it slide past it's resistance "Ahhh!" I moaned, looking at Nicholas's face, he had a fine wide-eyed expression on his face... shock, pleasure, anticipation... yes! he wanted more of this... more of my arse!... even if he didn't understand where he was and what I was going to do... he would like it, fuck me in the bum, fill it up with his come and, hopefully, posibly, love me at the end of it.
My arse felt so streched as I took him all inside me... I arched my back, driving him firmly deeper, impaling myself onto his boner. I could feel my body expand to take him, big!, hard! and so very, very long!... finally my butt touched the skin of his upper thighs. I raised and lowered myself experimentally, feeling the head of his cock exploring the far reaches of it's new territory... definately longer than Tom... good!.
Now he was fully inside, he pumped himself forward and back gently too... Nicholas was going to do just fine, I thought.


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I started to thrust up against her, the weight of her body limiting what I could do until she leaned over me, lowering her upper body and resting on her elbows. Now there was more space between us, I placed my hands on her hips and pushed her down on me, she rose up again, down, up, we slowly increased the tempo as Alex adjusted the amount that I would move inside her but lifting and lowering her body... she pressed her breasts against me, they warmed me, her hard nipples rubbing my chest, flesh rolling, deforming under her weight and the pressure that I applied lower. Alex was sliding herself up, almost to the point that I would fall out of her and then dropping herself down until her buttocks was pressed firmly again. The skin of my cock fully stretched as I was pushed as far up inside her as I thought posible. Alex leaned her face down, closed her eyes and pressed her lips against mine. I had seen Cally and Alex do this.. it wasn't unpleasant and so I reciprocated the pressure, suddenly startled when she parted my lips with her tongue and slid it across my own tongue. It added another layer to the sensory overload: Just about everything I had was being stimulated, I started to speed up, wanting to feel another orgasm. As if sensing this, Alex stopped still and said... "it's my turn, Nicholas... this times for me... OK?."
I wanted to ignore her, to keep going, experience what I had last night, the mind-blowing moment when my body released itself from it's shackles and emptied out into her... but, I realised that Alex sharing her body with me was better than in my dream... being inside a live body was better than my imagination. The feel of her as my strength compressed her, pressing my cock up inside her and the subtle changes to what I felt as our bodies pushed against each other was so much more stimulating that my dream or my Chair. If I gave in and did what Alex wanted I might gain more, than if I ignored her request and continued on.

"All right" I agreed.
Alex hopped off me, my cock sliding out until the head exited her body, glistening wet. "On your knees, male!" Alex commanded. " Move there!" I rolled onto my knees and moved to where she gestured. Alex smiled as I obeyed... her face suddenly more alive, excited. On hands and knees, she turned, showing me her buttocks. Looking back at me, then focusing on my erection, maneuvering backwards until it seated against her anus. It was only then that I realised that the extra tightness that I had been feeling was because Alex has put me in that orifice, not her vagina. Alex pressed back and I both saw and felt myself entering her again. She closed her eyes, working her way backwards onto me, I pressed forward too, once again I felt the heat of her around me.


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I moved my bum against him, making his cock press sideways, enjoying the pressure and accompaning sensation.
Nicholas had his hands on my hips, actively drawing me backwards as he thrust forward, his thighs pressing harder and harder against me, my bum was being compressed and he kept going deeper. I was so close now... I started to use him, show him what I needed now... working myself up to coming... "Slap my bum!" I commanded him. The sting of his response overrode the pleasure for a second and then faded, leaving but accentuating the pleasure.... "Again!" Nicholas repeated his action and then followed it up with more, spacing them out between quickly thrusting and withdrawing. Pain!... pleasure... pain!... pleasure!.. pain.. PLEASURE!. PAIN - ECSTASY... I started to fuck his wonderful cock as quickly as I could... too fast for him to slap me now. He must have felt my orgasm because he seized my hips again and went into double-time, quick shorts thrusts that made me shudder with delight. I felt his sperm being planted in my bum, I had lubricated myself in preparation for anal sex, but his come was even more slippery than what I had used. I could feel it entering me, lining me from entrance to the furtherest depths that his cock plumbed. We both were crying out, I was unable, unwilling to hold in the emotions that filled me. He rode me until I had finished... then slowly withdrew. I turned and hugged him and we both lay on the bed, regaining our composure, still breathing deeply. I kissed him again and he responded enthusiastically.
"That really blows my mind" he said, "Mine too" I replied, smiling.
"Can we... do you mind if we do it again... sometime?"
"Of course!"... he was hooked!


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I looked at the two of them as they approached me in the corridor. Something about them had changed...

Alex winked at me... Oh!...

I turned and looked as they continued on... Alex placed her hand on the Envoy's butt, rubbing, squeezing gently... after a moment, he did the same to her...

I went to tell Tom that we could plan a foursome...
Getting wet at the thought...