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“The purpose of diplomacy is to prolong the crisis.” __ Spock

To this I add photo-op Congressional Subcommittee Hearings that only point fingers. What a waist of time! And notice how they always result in more hearings, and a political appointment with a dumb-ass name? WTF is a ‘Czar’ doing in the US government?That’s like the guy who said, “Let’s call ourselves ISIS.” Pretty sure he has a new job pushing up daisies. 
Problem with a travel ban is the area in question, once known as the ‘Ivory Coast.’ Deals were made on the Barbary Coast to the north, and cargo picked up from the areas infected. Recall the mission of USS Constellation? These countries were liberated and propped up by the United States since after the Civil War. Recall creation of Liberia? Placing a travel ban has 3 basic flaws:
1) False sense of security
2) Creates another costly bureaucracy 
3) Affected people and world will see us as traitors to our ideals
Concerning a Travel Ban
history must be studied
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Delta Whiskey and Pi: Lilith

Woke up in our barracks room with Cat in one arm Su in the other and Eena curled between my legs, Verity spooned Cat and drooled on my arm. Took a moment to admire each and ponder the star chamber. No matter how I worked it out, that seemed rather bizarre. “Did my babes just get ravaged by Enoch’s Watchers?”

Su stretched and yawned. “There’s a t-shirt.” The one she wore read, The Angels Have The Phone-box. She got up refreshed, a new one draped over, Did My Babes Just Get Ravaged By Enoch’s Watchers? and sipped cider. Her long naked legs begged my hands. She kissed me and smiled with a sparkle in her eye.

I played victim. “You bewitch me every time I gaze upon. What spells have you cast, how many potions have I drank? Why do you captivate me so?”

She melted on me. “Mom explained everything. When you love give yourself completely.”

Call me dense thick ninnyhmmer, went right past me. To my credit I held her dear thinking I could not love her more. Silence sometimes best, we enjoyed the moment. The scent on her breath and taste of cider on her tongue, her gentle passion and complete surrender sent me beyond desire and our passion calmed to tender love.

“Good morning.” Cat tasted her mouth peered us one-eyed and scratched her scalp. Reacted to her taste and burped. “I need a shower. Hawk, bathe me.”

I holo ed a shower wall and stood with her and Su under steaming jets, scrubbed and massaged them awake and toweled them some before refreshing into cute almost nothings for me to grope. Eena included herself so I pampered her too. Cat and Su forgave if I showed her a little more attention. Verity helped bathe Cat and allowed me fondle, but really preferred Cat.

Gunny inspected us at line up and assigned Carson banner bearer due to an incident the other night involving an officer’s daughter. We were warned about girls living on base. They wandered around all the time, flashing teasing and generally annoying our girls. Leave it to Young Master Bates. She had us hump a few stretch and exercise before breakfast.

“So what happened? Did we get manhandled by the Fallen?” Cat spooned more yogurt and cereal. “Maybe it’s the box, but I think I know why Lilith said no. What’s Adam compared to them?”

“Cat!” Su blanched then blushed.

“Ah, see? Ha ha!” Cat pointed accusing, then frowned. “But to have Nephilim meant she was raped because she refused Adam, she’d also refuse them? Omigosh, you might be right, Lilith is the victim.”

Verity worked her jaw muscles through a long breath gazing memories, glanced me and smiled. “You know Lilith?”

Cat spoke first. “Wrote a paper, saga really about the life of Lilith. Raphael and Gabriel decided to create life of similar form. Michael warned against it, knowing what troubles it will bring. But the other two were convinced this would be another to ascend. Again Michael warned, so few have done. But his love for his sister let her have her way. It always did. While Raphael left to gather the finest clays, Gabby prepared a garden where they would live, a beautiful valley of four rivers. As she worked, she collected favorite things, sweet blossoms nectars honey fruit and berries, plucked fur from bunnies and kittens down from chicks and milk from every mother she pulled the finest cream. These she added to a giant model of DNA on a dais, molded stuff together, breathed life into, and called her Lilith. Like her creator, Lilith was sharp-minded and quick to learn as she helped finish the Garden. 

“When Raphael finally returned, he beheld Lilith and dropped the clay into river mud and asked Gabby what and how. Not to be outdone, he gathered clay and a few of his faves frog legs puppy fur lizard tails snail shells, molded breathed life into and called it Adam. Gabby was born from love, Adam, competition. For a time, Raph, played father and brother, explored discovered and explained the world. Gabby taught them to make tools to make picking fruit and nuts easier. Adam tried to eat most everything, saw lions bears tigers crocodiles hunt and liked fish and meat and the taste of blood. Seeing him eat raw carnage repulsed Gabby and Lilith. 

“But use of fire is strictly controlled, it is an elemental that bridges realities. Those who dwelled beyond the Garden did not feel Adam should learn it. So Gabby taught Lilith. Now at least she could get him to eat cooked meat, and taught Lilith to stew smoke and grill. Thing was Lilith could do everything herself, make tools weave baskets and mats collect herbs and berries bring down small game and cook it. Adam liked to bring down something big boast and bask in glory for a week. She did most of the gutting cleaning racking and smoking, he skinned stretched and cured or watched her.

“Lilith saw little ones in the wild and watched mothers care for their young, many without mates to share the duties. She just wasn’t ready for that, later, after she lived for herself a while. Adam was okay fun to be with most of the time, she knew they were meant for each other but . . . he scratched his butt and sniffed his fingers!”

Verity laughed heartily and snorted.

Cat grinned. “I know right? She enjoyed his body and let him enjoy hers but not vaginally, she knew what that meant. So she entertained him orally and anally, got him off whenever he wanted. And for his part, Adam enjoyed making her squeal. But as years rolled by, and Lilith showed no interest in rearing young, Adam began to wonder if they were destined to live and die alone. Raph gave him a desire for legacy yet he saw no way to fulfill. So he did what all men must; waited. And waited. The Garden was large and filled with wonders Lilith had to see explore and experience. If that meant fighting off hyena gater-wresting or lion taming she was all for it for they were her friends and established herself benevolent queen of beasts. She wandered with and without Adam, who enjoyed staying in one spot for a while. When she returned he always had a nice nest prepared. Touched by this, she allowed him pamper and lavish her with gifts, she liked pretty bobbles, but still not interested in raising young. They had not aged and the world was big, plenty for later. Frustrated, Adam grew angry, struck and forced himself on her. Stunned and bewildered, Lilith struggled but remained pinned and impaled. She could only grit her teeth and bear it, blamed herself and felt sorry for the man, and for the first time feared him. When they wrestled he was gentle playful and loving. She saw him get upset and frustrated before, even throw a tantrum but those all made her laugh. This was feral rage and he hit her. Afterword Adam felt filthy, apologized and dashed away to bathe but more to get away from her look of betrayal. She too needed to get away and ran into the night hurt and confused.

“Place of birth beside the Tree of Life was out, first place he’d look. Lilith traveled beyond the Garden far north to a rain forest cave where she could settle and raise her child. She had no time to feel sorry for herself, had to prepare a home and stock supplies. Seasons outside the Garden are brutal. This meant know the land. She had animal friends for this, and soon learned what to eat and what had medicinal qualities. Having a baby meant craving meat bitter fruit tart drink and plenty of sweets. Foraging and hunting she gathered and killed more than needed set aside and hung supplies. Her cave looked like a home with a banked hearth, floor mats baskets and woven blankets of wool cotton and other fibers. With it she made cord to hang meat root and herbs. When her baby came, her owl friend hooted, her wolf and mare stood guard outside, worried now relieved they touched noses gazed in and sighed.

“A baby boy cried and howled, then laughed and squealed, and settled to suckle contented. Exhausted sore overwhelmed by sensation, Lilith adored him and scolded herself for waiting so long. They can explore together. She put it and all else aside and gazed complete adoration on him. He was a happy talkative baby, quick to laugh and find humor, had no fear and like his mother spoke to animals. While naming them she pointed herself and said, Lilith, then pointed him. He smiled and waved both hands. Ablah! She laughed tickled and called him Abel. Little Abel pointed her and said, Mama.

“First year was exhausting and full of laughs, second and third required huge amounts of patience Adam prepared her for. Abel often made her think of him, so much like him in manner and determination. If he got interested in something, he went all in fully absorbed, his fascination a delight to watch. By next spring he was more than ready to explore the world.”

“Let’s go people! Move it move it — get the lead out!” Gunny growled to Cat’s audience, “I know, but we gotta go. Continue later. I wanna hear.”

At the range M had more in store for us. “Urban combat zone with civilian combatants and innocent bystanders; bad guys are uniformed black head-dress; your task, blend and take out the bad guys using close quarter combat skills; be quick and silent.”
Like walking onto a set, creatures of every kind in all manner of dress, some humanoid and hot others not so. Many of the guys were naked waist down semi-erect and gooey. So were femme, slutty xeno-babes who pawed in passing. Gunny identified a group of aliens in black helmet hats with rifles. They stood at an outdoor bar watching a table of young xeno-babes. She signaled and the girls fanned out broke into chatting groups and flounced to tables all aflutter. While most entertained the locals, Gunny and others including Verity and my babes lured the bad guys to a door on the wall closed it behind and came out a few seconds later sans bad guys. No muss no fuss.

Su took my wrist and stroked her leg with my hand. “That was fun!”

Hands pincers tentacles and claws pulled her away. Cat gone too. 

Me and the guys traded looks.

“Any ideas?”

Slinger growled, “Can’t use the same, they’ll be expecting it. How do we make ‘em not see us coming?”

I held up my hand, focused on gunny and my babes. “Wait, look and see. The ladies might gain the upper hand. Spread out and stand ready.”

Humanoid and not so they all had fair sized schlongs for our ladies admire, and forced to notice without even a hello. Digits in rectums were replaced by these and pushed far inside. Gunny and the girls endured and glanced around. We made eye contact and agreed to find a way. Cat looked me not to rush. Su looked me and climaxed. Verity and Eena were faced the other way asses up faces down. Call me voyeur pervert whatever, I took a moment to admire, noted holo-cams and thought how I might direct. This was good stuff, live-action manga, babes brutally defiled by aliens.

Turning point was when we noticed they tended to climax together, weak during changeover. That’s when we struck. Like dragons spewing Hell, we hosed them down and extracted girls, continued with secondary grenades and holo-incendiary bombs. M answered with a swarm of horny insects. Guys including yours truly got pierced. Thank goodness Su was close enough to kiss. Closed my eyes and got lost in her, until we got pulled apart and her filled with someone else. Fortunately me and the guys got discarded so we put our heads together again. Got stunned and assailed by sexy xeno-babes. Score another for M.

At lunch Cat showed off her ability to holo the story. “Together they traveled mother and son with animal friends, to the wide ocean where the Great Cliff began, turned east and journeyed to the crest of a giant forest plain, black trees frosted red murky haze and a dark tower, turned south to the edge of a desert waste, circled back and followed the cliff where it towered miles above lost in cloud. Here they came upon an ancient race of odd yet beautiful tree dwellers who lived in harmony with nature. Impressive as animal friends they were taken in and the boy taught many wonders of nature and the supernatural. But these were a strange people who slept long in cocoon pods. Lilith was treated well and often playful. For a time she and Abel stayed near, never more than a few days ride. Abel enjoyed riding a temperamental lion who adored him, much to the amaze of the ancients. They watched him grow and become in some ways more than equal in talent and mind. In him they saw two futures and wondered. And so Abel grew to manhood. His differences and hers became an item of interest, something she wished but he would not let go. It was time.

“The years had not been kind to Adam, his mustache and beard once kept neat now long and scruffy his hair wild. The first was his fault hands down. The second, what happened? He went to the Tree and asked for help, waited as told, but finally asked for a new one, instructed what he wanted as she came to be, this one was supposed to be everything he could want. What went wrong? She snorted a few times?

“Gabby had to be talked into doing it. She was still mad at him and felt he deserved isolation, but gave in when brother Samael asked. Michael shook his head. She told them what to collect, but being guys and overjoyed with hurry, collected not the prettiest best smelling but any blossom at hand, instead of fur puppy and kitten whiskers, rather than the finest honey and royal jam, whatever they found. Gabby too was not in the right mind, Lilith with love this one resent and spite. And so Aswan came to be, fair-haired less independent yet capable and just as stubborn with the highest standards; his bobbles better shine. Those pearl-thingies are nice and shells with pretty insides. She made many demands most of all his time. All those years of solitude, he forgot how much space Lilith gave him. Aswan did not let him out of her sight, demanded his attention craving his body. She never thought to cook or help out, preferring her big strong hero to provide her needs. It took a while but he found if he taught her praised and corrected, she did to please. Just as able, she could do anything the original could, just needed a push to do it. But she never did without being asked. He began missing Lilith more each day, until Aswan showed pregers and drove Lilith from mind. Finally he was going to be a father! When she came out girl he fell in love and covered both in adoration. Two more followed and he adored them too. Each had her own character, the first bright and helpful, the second quiet and brooding, third happy and playful. Then came a son, loud feisty solid baby with a strong grip. Aswan called him Cain and adored him beyond all else. More girls followed and Adam, busy with many demands enjoyed providing for his family. Having only step outside to pick breakfast toss a net for lunch and dinner, the rest of his day was entertain kids. And playing was his thing. Play, laughter, rich flowing hair, distant images of long ago. Then she returned with a young man. Daughters greeted them with delight. Lilith looked much the same if not more radiant and divine. Aswan remained young and beautiful but Lilith shone. 

“Aswan did not like her on sight. This is the one she’d been compared and not even measured. From the beginning she knew her status as replacement and desperately wanted to please him but never knew how. He was moody and prone to complain. When he took time to teach, she focused hard because he had little patience but got angry when she did better or grunt and say he saw better. She was never good enough. But when she gave him children he became a new man, happy and proud of her and his family, the family she gave him. Now that shadow from the past returned with a son and possessing powers far beyond hers. How did she come by and can I? What are these animals doing in my house? Is that a lion and wolf?

“But Lilith saw a sister in Aswan and praised her for giving Adam a family, and apologized for denying him that joy. Then she took Aswan aside to visit and share. Soon the two cackled like school girls glance at Adam and laugh. When it was Aswan and his daughters everything was fine, now he felt helplessly outnumbered. So he did what any man, take his sons and learn them the world. Thing was Abel knew more.

“Cain did not like that. He enjoyed being the only boy, now his sisters even the ones dearest fawned the new guy. Older brother? Son of my father and that woman? Okay, she can stay but the guy has got to go. Dude knows a lot, seen a lot too. Took a while but he finally warmed to Abel, at least as a friend. When he got bigger, Cain enjoyed wrestling Abel and testing strength and accuracy.

“Aswan learned all she could. Now that she had a patient instructor she blossomed as a person to become confident and self assured. More than her beauty, she now knew she could do anything. She wanted to learn more, and asked to meet the ancients. Lilith saw no harm and thought it good. Perhaps they could all go.

“Adam declined, much needed be done before winter, though mild the season provided fewer choices and new ones not always tasty. In truth he was afraid of meeting them. Raph and Gabby, so grand and noble were kind beyond measure but he had no desire to meet others, like a child in a room of adults he did not belong. They gave him the Garden and he was happy. To journey beyond felt wrong. He peered his sons and nodded, that was for them. So he told Cain he could go if he chose. The Garden was given me, the rest is yours to explore. My daughters get my estate anyway. If you stay you answer to them. Every man’s curse. I name you woman, woe to man. And I love them so. I have grown much over the seasons and cycles of the sky. Lilith can show you more than I care to know. I am happy here in the Garden. Three daughters and the toddler remained with him as the rest bid fare well until next fall or spring. They will send word on wing or hoof.

“Journeys through the Garden were nothing new, but when they reached the edge and looked out at the less colorful world beyond, they hesitated but felt reassured when Lilith and Abel described wonders they’d seen. Onward they went with horse wolf lion and owl. None bothered them with wolf and lion on patrol, and they had bags draped over horse with many pockets some for snacks collected along the way. They learned much in tracking hunting and fishing, what plants were tasty and useful for stomach-pain cramps and bark for aches, how to carry embers and spark fire, most of all how to bathe without water using leaves oil and a scraper. Though never far from river or stream, this knowledge was treasured.

“Beyond rolling hills they glimpsed a wide plain with a ribbon forest following a winding river, and far in the distance a dense forest of green and gold nestled at the foot of a misty waterfall from high above. Crag upon crag, chipped stone columns and strange lava sculpted formations clashed and flowed as the the Great Cliff and ascended into cloud. But the golden forest splotched with living green appeared tranquil and homelike more enchanted than the Garden.

“And so they were met by ancients along the river, all varied and wonderful. Tiny winged folk and small ground dwellers with big noses liked the river banks but did not swim, finned silver-eyed kids splashed and tossed fish. Further in where it widened and deepened with a river lake, they met gentle large furry man-beasts and short colorful people with sharp eyes and furry feet. All welcomed them and shared their world of good will natural magic and love for all living things. Two daughters fell in love with this place and promised to return. Under a canopy of leaves and rainbow mist of the falls into a wide shallow pond, they met the tree dwellers. Who welcomed their return and greeted their visitors from the Garden Project with much ado. This is the Orchard, home to our kind. We dwell both here and above. When we are awake above we sleep in pods down here. Do you like honey with your tea?

“Aswan learned all she could, often trading her beauty for more, seduction her weapon of choice. Some worried she learned beyond her wisdom and began to school her instead. She didn’t want that. She wanted to learn everything and hadn’t time to be schooled, show me and let’s go. More give me more! So they turned her attention to music dance and sensual arts. This she enjoyed but began to resent not learning more mystic and magic. She wondered about the folk in the dark tower, they might teach her.

“Owl often flew back and forth with messages, though Adam had problems understanding more than having fun miss you. He had plenty to do with a toddler three daughters and river of fish. Now that he could spark fire, smoked fish became a staple, chawed jerky as he tossed his net, then chased the girls with his breath. They picked much mint parsley and water cress.”

“Alright people, let’s move. Continue at dinner?”
Cat kissed me as we rose. “Did you see my numbers? Omigosh, it’s really your story, you wrote it!”
I shrugged. “Happy to help, just put my name in the credits and kiss me.”

“Okay.”

Afterword I turned to Su and puckered. “Kiss? T’ank you. Mm, you ladies taste good! Why do I bother with others?”

“Why indeed?”

“Mountains.”

The abuse was quick and painful, their blush worth it.

Meatheads had us hip-toss and roll-over pin with a kick-out, worked in rope-work and basic shoulder-slam and roll-over take downs, lock-up and a few grapple moves. Then we paired up and worked a ring. Sparring the girls was great in costume, put them in classic slashed and tattered rag unitard, nothing really covered stockings and boots. Cat Su and Verity did well too, but showed off their amity to appear-ate, technically legal. Eena had fun but didn’t quite get it, didn’t sell pain. Carson and me were on the same page, played off each other, sold the pain, built momentum and turned the tide using just those basic moves. Selling exhaustion after trading momentum, he finished me off with a Rock Bottom/Book End and got the pin. That got the others to perform as entertainers.

At dinner, Cat, holo ed ate and spoke. “A season became two and they began their return when frost began to ease and fog burned early. They took their time, in no hurry and free to explore. Lilith and Abel led them to a village of root-dwellers who did not welcome them shared little and wished them on their way, liking how things have always been and did not like change, visitors from outside were change — entire days had to be adjusted, far too much trouble. They reminded of Adam and his closed ideas about the world, if it didn’t concern the Garden, it didn’t concern him.

“Two daughters said goodbye at the river-lake having homes with new friends  and new lives to pursue. Aswan kissed them and made promise to visit. 

“Cain too felt tremendous loss, both dear to him. He was not comfortable with his sisters and these creatures did not seem proper, too different not right wrong just plain wrong. He spent more time with the remaining sisters and jealously hoarded their attention. Then there was Abel’s friendly easy-going contagiously fun attitude, ability to create music, beast talk, move like a cat, and gentle fond expressions made him most desired and adored. Without trying he continually caused sensation and made the girls all aflutter. Sometimes just smile what? Sick pervert!

“When they re-entered the Garden, its tranquil serenity washed over all and old resents put aside, here life was to be enjoyed. Why did we ever leave? Wolf and lion pranced and played with Cain in the grass, horse grazed at her leisure tail wagged contented, as the girls sampled leaves twigs flowers and seeds. The party scattered, being home the girls knew every hollow and ridge and the best way home. This gave Aswan time to question Lilith more about the Black Forest.

“Upon arrival they found Adam worried with the child. The girls went out some time ago to collect salad leaves but never returned. He tracked them to the edge of the Garden but dared go no further with the little one. Though also her child, Aswan had to find the others. Adam was trained by, Gabby, at home in the wild fearless and friend to all. Trained him on insects, if he can hunt them he can hunt anything. Only person more at home in nature was Lilith. They and Abel set out to track. Cain was torn to go or stay with Aswan. She and sisters won. 

“Despite his skill, Adam lost the trail not far beyond the Garden. Lilith and Abel picked it up and followed it north to a great saltwater, where it ended. If there was another shore it was beyond their sight, though islands dotted the water. Could they be on one of them? Who lives out there? Lilith and Abel used what they learned and fashioned timber into a sturdy ship, quickly hovered split cut notched placed and sealed in mere minutes. Removed from the comforts of the Garden, it took a few days to gather and prepare for voyage, made much easier by their use of magic. After many islands and shore endings, they found many tracks but no trace of the girls. Disheartened with double-loss from failure, they returned home.

“And found Aswan and all the girls old enough expecting. Cain shrugged so Aswan explained the ancients along the river. More daughters were born and in the years to follow still more. Abel enjoyed shepherding his flock of sheep for milk and wool and picked one every so often to enjoy, thankful for their nourishment. He helped raise the new ones and played them to nap under trees in sight of his flock. Cain liked to work the land, shape and make it yield its riches. For him growing grain was to harness the sun and wield its power. He loved knowing their bread came from his control of the life giver — should I stop or keep going?”
We got up and began walking, hologram too. “Everyone helped build and expand. The simple cave-hut and garden became a village complex patrolled by wolf and lion. Many girls had animal friends, the few who didn’t wrinkled their noses and studied reflections. Lilith too gave Adam daughters, exotic beauties with keen mind and bodies that grew to match their mother.

“Aswan enjoyed practicing what she learned and spoke with birds and beasts to learn more. Though she was merely one of many magi, hers was of a darker sort meant for gain or mean pranks. Yet to Adam she always yielded and waited his gentle scolding, to give herself and cast love on him her greatest joy.

“Having all these spell casters and enchanters unsettling at best, Adam, was not sure he liked his children so endowed. It took decades for him to master basic skills and he turned down most, preferring his own hands and gauge accordingly. Magic was lazy.

“Cain complained he need walk so far and was given use any horse. He complained not having one, and so one was given. It ran away. He complained again, this time he was given one at birth and told to assist hold and allow the mother, stay near and touch often, hold and stroke. Then he laughed and complained how much it ate drank and pooped. And though everyone loved the bread he provided, still laughed when he carted horse sheep goat and rabbit dung to his fields. The worst was chicken duck and goose shit sloshing around. And though they helped, his sisters would rather not. Praised his discovery and excellent bread. Good bread. 

“Lilith took parties out to watch and explore, Adam to hunt and fish. Basically the family broke into 3 camps, Adam Lilith and Abel. Didn’t like that. Not at all. First they come and upset things, then take us on that ridiculous trip — learned a lot but lost two sisters! — then she has daughters who don’t know I exist, and now they all laugh — even Aswan — when I’m covered in piss and shit. Why do I have to be on Adam’s team? Why don’t I have one? Why do I always get piss and shit? — There’s a t-shirt! — just saying.

“So when everyone was off doing whatever, shepherd explore fish, Abel helped Cain on a challenge to clear a field faster. The heat sweltered, sweat poured, and they panted through the day, neither giving in. Before exhaustion took him, before admitting him better, Cain, unleashed years of pent anger and resentment now blind feral rage — and blacked out. When he came to there stood Raph, in search of Abel. And when he confronted his father, Adam wept and revealed how he loved Abel and cursed himself for not seeing him grow. And so draped in shame, Cain went into exile and walked out into the wastes.

“A hole in her life, Lilith decided it time to journey far away to places unknown. Eager to travel, anything to take their minds off it, Aswan and others wished to join. Adam felt the air would do many good and he could use the quiet. Some remained to be with him and the part soon departed. They made a good pace north and stepped beyond the border in three days. Lilith had in mind a destination but did not share, instead pushing adventure to the unknown. They skirted the shore east and curved north after many miles of broken freshwater inlets and islands where waters mingled. In the distance haze rose from the sea like a fog bank, columned and mushroomed high above, silent and eerie. Flocks of birds flew away as light flashed silent within, accented with looming shapes and moving shadows.

“North they traveled, the further so the more distant from home they felt. Crows took to Aswan and taught strange new verses. Spoken in such manner, wickedly funny things occurred, snares and accidents. They followed a river from wetland marsh to grassy plain and mixed orchards of trees and vines. Here animals ventured unafraid to meet them and nibble offerings. A forest of dense growth ended abruptly to fallen waste mostly burnt. They had to step careful just to find a way around, snares and bramble burnt or almost alive snatched at ankles. Creatures became strange in appearance and behavior. A wooly rhino charged and had to be fought off, cute furry creatures allowed them pet and cuddle, then turned and raped them. Wolf and lion became more agitated and horse near panic, they tried to release and send home but would not leave Lilith. And so by love stepped into shadow and the dark realm of the Black Forest.

“Aswan felt instantly at home with the horny and persuasive bird-like serpent-people, and delighted they were more than happy to teach at her speed. Serpent Lord Semyaza, took her under his leather wing and instructed her to harness control and focus her powers, and had his 20 leaders 200 followers and others teach as well. 

“Lilith allowed play but often fended off vaginal advances. She knew the others suffered too. Some people just can’t accept no. Some of the girls enjoyed it and hung on to these serpent-like bat-people, got passed around, and soon showed pregers. She, her core team of daughters and a couple of Aswan’s used the Lair as base for missions into the forest to observe the tower, where she believed the 3 daughters to be. Wolf and lion kept her party and horse safe. Not liking the Lair dwellers, they wandered about while horse remained nervous.

“Loss of her son made finding these girls more urgent. She simply could not understand Aswan, it appeared magic more important. Well, to be fair she lost her son too. But then why the lack of care for lost daughters? Lilith felt mixed about everything and focused on her mission. Semyaza led an impressive army, but nothing like the formations gathering on the plain below, under the shadow of the dark spire and its prison fortress factory and armory. Legions poured in from distant lands, warriors of many ilk proud and fierce, carried blades of steel and light. Airships hovered and landed to belch more. There came ape-like ogres, orcs and goblins of varied races, giants too of many ilk, 9-12-ft with large heads on thick necks, 18-24-ft slim, 36-48-ft long haired muscular brutes and mean-looking babes. Smoke rose from stacks, hammers beat metal, steam hissed and whistled, cogs knocked gears rolled whips cracks slaves whimpered. Slave creatures from . . . they were all outlanders. She and the girls worked their way around to view different angles. Too many camps between they had no way to get closer.

“No, the years had not been kind. No word ever returned, no owl nor raven came. Nobody returned. He had his daughters, they could entertain but not give him a son. Lilith and Aswan were gone. He never considered such loss, felt the failure in every way. Try as would to entertain them, the girls watched him suffer. They too felt the emptiness of the once bustling estate. Adam went to Tree and asked what to do. No answer came and he felt more abandoned. He curled at its base and wept. Raph, found him and took pity, yet could not do what, Gabby, he did not have her skill, but he could clone a woman. And so, Eve, came to be. She completed him and meant for but so far from, Lilith and Aswan, he had to completely throw out everything he thought he knew and start over, this time determined to do things right.

“After learning their story, Eve, felt part of a great sisterhood but knew herself nowhere near their ability, as Adam. She possessed neither ability nor potential, that part of her brain turned off, very much human, Gabby allowed no copies, cha-ching!”
Verity cackled and slapped Cat’s thigh.

“I added that. Her children that followed were less great as those from Aswan and nothing compared to Abel. But they were his. Eve gave him sons and daughters. After 5 she asked take a break, entertained him a whole year, then had 7 more over the next ten. In another decade they became grandparents. Another settlement was built up river on the other fork to separate there water. Adam didn’t want their waste.

“And so Cain found them when he stumbled in from the north. ‘O, father I have seen such horrors! Please forgive long enough and hear me, for I have much to say. I wandered the wilderness for days beyond count, lost in misery for rashness and loss of my brother — Father, I did love him! I met outlanders who called it Nod. They offered me food drink and blue-skinned beauties with 4-arms. They let me travel with and I saw many wonders: flying chariots that belch fire and smoke, warriors with lances of thunder and smoke, magi who can make things fly disappear and reappear, and dancers — O, the dancers! Mighty fortresses and floating cities stone temples and giants of many shapes and sizes. Father, its a zoo out there, creatures of all sort to talk to! And I was given a task to find my mother and help her need. She was in the Black Forest far north. I journeyed alone into the wild again, this time with purpose. Dark shapes moved around watching from shadows and sounds of crunched leaves could not dissuade, Aswan needed me. Serpents who knew her met me and took me to their leader Semyaza. She and her party were captives in the tower. Recently a new power emerged there, a dark queen of shadows. Whispers of, Lady Mara, I heard in hidden forest villages of other magic folk. Legends of a Serpent King and Dragon Lord dwelling in the tower, wanting to rule Lower Earth are ancient. Heard them in my travels. Sem himself took me by secret ways to get past the armies being assembled — for what I had no idea. We entered the fortress through a culvert, through a chamber of sleeping crocodiles, into a passage under the tower proper. Some industry of war, things I did not understand, slaves working and laboring for ends I cannot see. Semyaza pointed and took station. I went to the cell and found her huddled in the corner naked and abused. She did not know me, just gazed desperation fondled stroked and sucked. I tried to stop her and get her focused, Father, this is Aswan, I was helpless. So after, I held her up and got her to see me. She smiled and said she knew I’d find her. I asked about the others and discovered all were fuck toys especially Lilith. Even pregers they received constant attention daily, stopping long enough to give birth. These children are great and powerful. Some grow to be giant men and women, some with strange powers, others . . . Father they are breeding new races! Aswan said I now have many more brothers and sisters nieces and nephews, most she did not know.’

“Adam held up a hand. ‘Did you free them? Are they coming?’

“Cain motioned calm. ‘Please, allow me continue. She led us through the dungeon passages, avoided guards and passing patrols, to a large air-shaft. We entered and crawled to a screen and looked on irk and goblin raping my sisters. She held me back, I wanted to do harm! But she was right: there were too many; I’d only get killed she and Semyaza captured. In another chamber, Lilith, hung arms out secured to a hanging pole, 2 or 3 occupy her day and night. Aswan showed me what she and others had been able to discover over the years. It wasn’t much but a start. We also had an army of 200. First things first, rescue her. Escape was not easy, patrols and guards changed and the crocs woke up. We managed with Aswan’s beast-mastery, moat too. Back at the Lair, Sem, explained the Dark Tower was creating new races to rule the world. Saw the same before, not as creepy but factory production of races at the Indus project, Blossom in the east, Midgard further north, a small outfit in Nod, something called Vision Quest across the salt waters, Father, we are the Garden project.’

“Adam thought of the Tree Raph and Gabby. ‘Tree of Life and we are its fruit. Now I understand. So, they are not gods.’

“Eve cautioned him. ‘They never claimed to be. We must not fault without understanding. It is not ours to judge, but what you describe is wrong, even more we know why!’

“Adam regarded her. ‘Your double-speak well taken.’

“But Cain had more. ‘Knowing my sisters were alive was enough. I began to survey and map the area around the keep, and penetrate the castle to get the lay and schedule. Sem and his people were of great help, assisted me in everything. Their kind once served the tower, but been overlooked for many seasons. He liked it that way, being forgot and misplaced had advantages. Aswan and I nursed each other to health and she grew more beautiful than I remembered. We entertained often. She began to venture with me and together freed sister Aesha. But as we prepared to escape, they laughed and pointed my stunned look. All my sisters joined, everyone laughing even Aswan? It was all a joke. Aswan revealed herself, Mara, Queen of the Dark Tower.

“Overcome they were all fine, I embraced them all one by one and received love in return. And so I became prince and consort, declared great among men and xeno-dudes. I am given nectar and smoke to open and clear my third eye. Two scenes: one is a land wasted and dead, the other rich and green with flying chariots green covered buildings and crystal spires. Aswan and my sisters enjoy pain and torture. What they endure is nothing less than their slaves. What they were doing was preparing for a war. Giants from the Upper World threaten to take over, as well as forces from other projects. But to build races in this manner? They thought it fun. Never understood them, women. We were together and I was happy. Ah, then came the reveal. I thought her the matriarch queen magi but there was a king. The shadow behind the throne moved in all corners of his realm, had eyes and ears everywhere and remained unknown until the Dragon Lord exposed himself, Semyaza. No more the forest dwelling leader, he stood on hoofed feet balanced on a long thick tail and extended massive wings. I am your Lord. Yeah, heard that one before. O, father truly I say unto you, I escaped as you see me and travelled far. Help me free them! They are not themselves, possessed by alien beings and Lilith suffers!’

“That did it. Eve marshaled her family. My sisters suffer! Adam had no say in the matter no choice and welcome to join. She went to the Tree and asked for guidance. And so proved herself to Gabby. Who appeared dressed in armor disguised as, Azazel, mighty warrior and champion of Eden, gave them weapons and trained them in warfare. Adam the hunter and Cain the brute understood and soaked it all in, unaware Eve and the girls did more. Azazel led this platoon of warriors to the Orchard and pleaded their case. The sisters who remained here had large families. Alliances were made and word sent on hoof and wing. The Dark Lord has risen again, this time with a queen.

“Nephilim were many and not all of them bad. Some were heroes who came hearing their kin in need. Though they were all from Aswan, Lilith, was legend long before her. Others came in armies carts and singly, all knew or heard parents speak of her and Abel. And so a collection of races magic and not so assembled in the Orchard and swelled into the plain. Archers from Waxwood Forest and distant Meridian arrived with bows crossbows RPGs and blasters.

“Azazel cautioned their number yet small compared to the might of the army gathering in the Black Forest. Semyaza and his queen conquered much and pulled nine nations under influence of rings worn upon their brows. Now these leaders thought more of wealth and power over others than simple pleasures and the well being of their people. They destroyed nature and built because they could, without considering consequence. When they ran out they conquered someone who had, never thinking to replenish, just pick up and move, make the world a desert, enslave and torture for fun.

“For Azazel this was personal, Lilith was hers — his. Gabby wanted her free. So she led a small party girls, daughters of Lilith Aswan and Eve into the narrow canals and gullies, past camps and companies bivouacked on the plain, and into the Keep.”

“Sorry, gotta end it there.” Gunny stretched. “Lights out in ten.”
5. Lilith
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Klaxons sounded, warning lights flashed on the dashboard and head-up. Warning, systems damaged. The pod rocked again. Lunar surface spun open space. On this side the Moon had huge cities branch from 3 massive craters. Our open flat training area was ideal for low-level flight and combat. As a barnstormer I rock, as fighter-jock not so much. The stick went dead in my hand, controls went out and still spinning, tipped nose down. Emergency shutdown. Shields energizing. Auto-correct engaged.

My fighter pod, modified to resemble a Colonial Viper, settled in a level position as the energy bubble landed squashed and rolled, absorbed and rolled over rocks and uneven terrain. I watched lunar silver grey and white flow by and gazed the sky beyond. The planets were there, line broken but visible, each a partial sphere casting long shadows into space, us and Earth doing the same.

“Space is not empty at all, but full of dust and gas ribbon cirrus clouds, with gravitational and electro-magnetic weather patterns formed by star pulses. It can be charted and mapped, but like the oceans needs constant update.”

My helmet speaker sputtered. “Er, Hawk? Is that you?”

“No idea. Might be the box. I’m out, pod down, shield rolling.”

“Again?” Cat snorted. “You won’t make pilot. Might get gunner or — what was Goose?”

“Relax,” said Su. “You can fly with me.”

They soared overhead in pursuit of two mini-Falcons attached to their pods. Cat flew a transparent fighter dressed as Wonder Woman, after doing the spin and change in the hangar; a performance she got a B- on in Drama that deserved better. Su, a bi-wing doghouse dressed in aviator’s cap and goggles, long white scarf, high aviator’s boots and little else.

In the hangar Floating Dead sitting area, I played spoons awaiting my friends. Another kid produced sticks and knocked the table, somebody tapped and scraped a washboard, someone blew a jug, another harmonica. 3 dudes added guitar. A lovely Latina tap-danced and was joined by a pretty red-head in plaid. Before long an ad-lib jam and romp became the live holo-stream. 

“And it belongs entirely to Space Force. Big credit in you kids. Gotta take advantage while they can. This isn’t free y’know — all the holo-work involved — somebody has to pay for it.” Gunny frowned me. “You got waxed already? Whats amatta you? Met a lot of good Whovian soldiers before — them girls you brung are good — whaddup?”

I shrugged. “I got the screwdriver?”

She grunted called up a weapons scroll and zipped to sonic screwdrivers. “See? Every Whovian to pass through has one! I have one — don’t tell t’others — got a thing for 10th.”

“A lot of ladies do.”

Gunny softened. “Lady?” Her pur rumbled through me before noting her regard, then realized what it was. “Beginning to like you. Maybe we’ll share some melon juice tonight. Good hands.”

Skin shiny for constant holo-cam inspection top and shorts poured into, she smiled a yes I’m hot, hurry up and say something interesting or funny. This is where most guys experience brain fart, complete evacuation of intelligence. My mind raced for something to respond with but found only a ghost town facade of nondescript storefronts and vacant windows. Just as her expression began to shift to too late, buddy, I channeled my inner puppy. “You are amazing! Hi, I wanna play with you.”

Note to self: When dealing with amazon-valkyrie prepare for bone crushing bear-hugs and concussive shoulder thumps and feral passion. Traveler strikes, theme music and Saint-like stickman morph to Slender-man. Girl gets devoured. Ach! End hologram.

“Excuse me?” Cat wore you got some s’paining to do. “A date with Gunny?”

Young Master Carson Bates thumped my shoulder. “Dude, you so lucky — she’s really into you! Got those magic hands. Hey, there be a video here!”

“Can’t do it except in our barracks room. Anywhere else belongs to Space Force. But we can do it for them, as a thank you for bringing us?” Cat appeared uncertain, then decisive. “Why not? Gunny said this isn’t free. Nothing wrong with giving them something great. They probably have the largest audience, right?”

Semi and Tazma agreed. “We can have costumes and music!” “And all kinds of romantic scenery!”

“And blood guts plenty of gore, maybe a few severed limbs,” began Carson.

“Pod chases and dogfights,” continued Slinger. “And of course huge gruesome monsters. It will be epic, Marvel and DC babes against bad guys and monsters. We can duplicate armies.”

“You guys are always thinking. Why not OC babes versus us. Let’s get creative.”

At lunch we continued discuss our idea and invited ladies input, gave it further thought while meatheads 1 and 2 paced our lines rolling and tumbling, and more discussion over dinner. Some of us want to be bad girls. Some wanna be aliens and do the whole Face Off thing. I wanna do makeup too!

In our barracks room the party already started. Ladies posed and danced in front of mirrors, sampling hologram costumes and making alterations, raising cut lowering front. To one side a few sampled settings and lighting, romantic ambiance. Girls from other classes joined us sporting the nude in boots look, bodies oiled and available, eager willing smiles. They holo ed friends. It became wall to wall cleavage and camel toe in constantly changing attire. I directed 3 booty-cams and watched Cat and Su on holo-screen. They were directing a small runway show, discussing music and dance numbers. Everyone had different ideas.

That’s when I noticed, Eena, walking around silently taking everything in, pausing to allow the casual grope. Her natural beauty and neutral regard made most look on her as something other than. Just as well they saw her as a wet-dream, it gave her space. Made friends with a wet-dream one summer because she had nobody else to talk to, all the guys — even older — were afraid of her. So she became a goddess worshiped with desire, and like Su, had no idea how she turned heads. I welcomed her to join me and pet her leg as I continued direct the holo-screen. Like Su, she was the perfect muse, sat silent moved to accommodate and climaxed on demand.

Gunny found us ordered whatchacall melon juice and sat on my other side. I closed my screen and set the cams to orbit and wander, then asked if she had any projects she might share. Delighted, she pulled up a screen thumbed the bottom row and selected a steamy dance with several guys to K. C. and the Sunshine Band, Get Down Tonight. Her choreography and rhythmic timing matched the music as chocolate poured over strawberry, body a feast of golden caramel. Her partners naked waist down fondled caressed squeezed groped and stroked to counter rhythm.

Eena bobbed her head and pulled my hand higher.

“This is brilliant! Did you choreograph this? You did? Fabulous bravissimo its a winner love it you rock! What are you waiting for? Post it.”

“You think its ready?”

“Absolutely.”

“No, that’s where you say, Indeed.” Burly yet feminine Gunny Vixen spelled Wicksen cackled like a schoolgirl and I saw her as a person. She saw me too and imprint made. Then she did something I thought not possible for one of her stature, blushed adorable like a girl asked to her first dance, took a deep breath and sat basking in the afterglow. Her gaze fell on me and her blush deepened. “Firstee cadets aren’t s’posed to make me blush.”

The playful jab to my gut floored me, doubled over and rolled through the holo-screen — Meatheads would be proud. I hammed a bit seeing juice influence and groped when she helped me up. Gunny’s painted on shorts made her camel toe beg be touched and I so powerless to refuse.

“More juice?” I offered and poured Eena, then Gunny.

She lifted her cup gripped my codpiece and watched me pour. “I am convinced back home some people are proof we ‘re born to be avatar, because there are so many vacant bodies, living-dead walking around, preaching hate and violence worshiping death with blood-lust passion fueled rage, hating for hate sake. How do you defeat love of hate? Ain’t like that out here. For them it’s all for fun — the way war should be. Wrestling makes it easy, haters tend to be heels. But those are character personas, folk you love to hate. My wrestling persona ’s a heel, she’d tear you up in the ring.”

“How close are we? To being cleansed?”

Gunny regarded me sober. “Keep getting closer. I was our last hope, the Brigadier was our last hope, porn stars were our last hope. And it keeps getting worse down there. See, it’s like this: they promised to return; how depends on us. A global community is what they seek. What manner determines our fate. If we are overrun with dark terror . . . Have you been out far enough from the surface to see this face? Try some time. It’s described in ancient text and hieroglyphs as the Destroyer.”

“I did notice a red glow over the craters.”

She smiled challenge drained her cup and wanted more. “All I can say is what I see from a soldier’s point of view, it’s like 1964. Global unrest ethnic oppression genocide euthanasia border skirmishes and oh yeah, natural disasters. Oh wait, darn it, that’s every year since. Like we’re stuck in a loop, two forward one back. Stumblin’ forward like a drunk fool, two steps forward one back sometimes three, story of Humanity.”

“Grampa said comedy of errors.”

“I like your Grampa.” Gunny became stunning and alluring, bedroom eyes quivering lip and tongue complete desire. “Wanna help me? Got a birthday coming up and I wanna give something special.”

I turned to face the cams, white lab-coat blue gloves dark goggles malignant plastic smile. My voice growled through open nasals with a Bela Lugosi accent. “Good evening. This is for Chief Master Sergeant and the officers at the range.” I remote zoomed out to reveal Gunny behind me, shackled to a rack in the same harness and collar suit with boots, Eena in similar garb my assistant. “As you can see my guest has taken the liberty of making herself comfortable. Comfort and security, isn’t that right my dear? Secured quite well, yes? Broo ha ha. Such smooth soft flesh.” I bent to lick. “Mm, tastes good too! Today we begin with ice and candles.”

Our performance generated interest and they crowded around, mindful of holo-cams. Gunny didn’t care, sipped more juice from a straw and asked to pee when she had to. I said no and slapped her thigh once but only once. Never make a girl hold it, they are not like guys. We’re straight plumbing, they ‘re fountains. Camping taught me that. Gunny loved the torment and continual finger stimulation. I demonstrated the 30-second climax and got challenged to see how many times in 10 minutes. After years in the field, I find ladies climax in cycles. She was a 4 small then big and every one after huge, so 4-5-6, pause to build-up, 6. Lined up a few 6s and hurried to clear more before time. Got her rapid gush 3 in the final seconds.

Unable to see out of fogged goggles that showed on holo and covered in sweat, I smiled at a cam. “This concludes tonights portion of the ordeal. Thank you for watching. We now return to regular programing.”

Gunny gasped panting on the rack, partially covered by Eena.

Young Master Bates thumped my shoulder. “Bro, that was awesome!”

Gunny shooed everyone except Eena away and claimed, then begged me abuse her more. Your Honor, honestly, what would you? This made another holo, which kept us well into the night. Once I got her started she kept going until exhaustion took her. Woke me at 0600. “Rise and shine maggot, it’s a beautiful day!”

After a long Hammer night, I tend to feel rested after only a few hours but never liked mornings. Only woke to feel up girls. Su’s pa said I have too much time on my hands and idle hands are the devil’s hands. Argued I have plenty to do trying to keep her happy caressing his lovely daughter. Ms. Mom loved that one. Met the girls in the co-ed showers, then refreshed dry and clothed. They didn’t say anything, just stared off and on with odd regard as if I’d changed.

“Do I have spots?”

“How was last night?”

I shrugged. “Lot of juice. Don’t recall much.”

“Really?” 

“They appeared pleased,” I said with a crafty smile. “And allowed me approach to re-claim misplaced property.”

“You so bad!” “Omifeakingair-heads!”

“Y’know, when you ladies look at me like that, I just wanna hump your faces.” They forced me pause. “And so they kiss me instead. Hm, what does it mean? Did I score a warm fuzzy or rejected face hump? Ouch, rejected face hump.”

Eena watched our exchange with a pleasant amused smile. When she noticed our regard, she started alarm then squealed delight at our tickle attack. She accepted kisses from all and performed when she noticed me watching. Cat and Su, born performers, took her in as very loving sisters. By the time they noticed Jack, he was more than ready to be fussed over. We went without breakfast and nibbled at the range.

M snorted and spat chaw. “Nice stream last night! Who was that, you? Figured it’d be a Whovian. At least you ain’t one of them Wookie humpers! Ready to assault a camp? Today you will operate as a team. I wanna see coordination cooperation and chain of command.”

Verity gone and Eena didn’t want to leave, so Cat teamed Carson too. She got a kick out of her new abilities and showing off with her wand, then hose ‘em down. Her success record became a topic in the cafeteria. Girl from 1701 is tearing up the range. Cute too! Got her faved.

Meatheads were regulars on the circuit and helped several big names move up, just never developed a marketable out-ring persona. So they were the tag-team Meatheads, nameless technical experts who developed new talent, guys who lose after a good fight, true masters of the ring. You never got hurt working with them, taught you to keep from hurting yourself. Don’t tighten up! Relax but keep your elbow close to your side to absorb impact. Its gotta give a little. You, keep your chin tucked!

Cat left my side often to hang with others. Su kept silent and avoided my eye yet allowed touch. At dinner I had enough. “I did something wrong. You are upset. I am very sorry. Please share?”

Silence.

“Omigyadz, I think he found it, the perfect answer!”

“Say it again?”

“I did something wrong. You are upset. I am very sorry. Please share?” They shared a blush and carried on like ladies do. Filed this away and watched them as I ate.

Finally Cat explained. “Gunny.”

I paused mid chew, stared at their earnest expressions, continued and washed it down with melon juice. “Just to be clear, your moms are okay—” 

Turn shoulder and take the abuse. Girls laughing danger averted.

“You can visit other temples, as long as you come home to worship.” Mad at me? After dinner, Cat had me booked for 2 shoots before Gunny. “They want to experience the 30-second climax.”

When Cat schedules my day things get done. After shooting Gunny, I found time for my favorite pastime, sitting with the girls. Eena fell asleep with Gunny, and I saw no reason to wake her. A holo of 3 kids on a couch petting got numbers as we streamed. What amused us was our audience here. Again, the girls love to perform, teasing as art. Made a holo of their own, we watched during. Music and an energetic dance with ever changing costumes. After that performance they were perfectly happy to lounge and squirm while I did all the work and praised their holo. Perfect-10s with bedroom eyes quivering lips and peach blushing glow, they accepted hungry kisses when I leaned and made themselves more open and available.

Cat, eyes glazed over, began her under-breath chant. “I’m a virgin whore I’m a virgin whore.”

Su stretched and smiled watery eyes. “Bed time.”

We discovered other classes took things more serious and formed think tanks to best represent. Which left them not part look over and say, Hey, 1701 ’s having fun. Chalk another for the team. After another day of getting zapped molested and tumbling, we were ready to relax and get to know others. Our barracks room was expanded by replacing one wall with a line of pillars the other decorated arches, with several holo projects at once.

Su and Eena explored with me, Cat had to be part of everything. We watched her include herself with each group and get involved, then hop to another as only she can. Her eyes sparkled across the room, always able to find each other in a crowd. More so now with the box link. Our awareness of one another quite keen, they’ve always been able to predict me and read my moods, now I feel they saw straight through me. Like being wrapped in Wonder Woman’s lasso — all the time — each time our eyes meet. Quite unsettling. Being the only male rep, I took it as a challenge. Lose every time.

Walking with Eena and Su was different. Cat has an apple bottom perfect for twerk and booty pop, both Eena and Su have heart-shaped Eena with dimples. My finger tips grazed over her flesh and panty contour with curious fascination. Same with Su, my attention split. That hand felt at home the other on exploration. Both allowed free range with casual regard when I groped breasts fondled and gobbled them. We paused often to watch and be watched.

Su worked her jaw muscles with a trembling smile before her breath began to hiss and stutter. Eyes glazed over and rolled up lids fluttered half closed. The corners of her mouth twitched up, her tongue came out like a hungry serpent, her grip tightened on my pant leg and twisted. Eena stared hard and clamped down on the back of my leg, short nails bit into me. “Thus I suffer for your ecstasy. No, don’t refresh. I want you wet and slippery perfect-10.”

Carson and Slinger played hosts with others stationed throughout the room for on the spot updates. When they tried include me I waved them later and continued on. A few were over the top major productions: a space opera with familiar characters and stories; all-girl horror flic; and something bizarre and visually stunning I didn’t understand. We enjoyed the temperamental directors and tyrannical divas, everyone the star or more important. The guys now 18 strong were still hopelessly outnumbered and witted, everywhere ladies won arguments before they began. And guys wonder how they do it?

Cat made other arrangements with new friends and Eena stayed. Su put herself and Eena in soft fabrics and me naked waist down. “Since she probably knows more than me, I’ll not worry about setting a good example. Or do you want me in a collar? Virgin porn is fun!” She looked so carefree and dare I say innocent, I couldn’t help it, had to kiss. Grabbed her in both hands and pulled her to me. Knowing me, she accepted opened her mouth offered tongue and smiled upon release. “Was that me or the box? Since this psychic link began, I’ve been feeling more frisky. So has Cat, we discussed it the other day. Have you noticed anything?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, like a gentle buzz in the back of my brain, always there watching and . . . sensing? Living with and through us? And yes, she’s a bit frisky. Remind me to spank her when we return.”

Su straightened. “Did you feel that, she laughed?” Eena watched with interest, fascinated by our interaction. Su reached over me and gripped her hand, smiled gentle tenderness and massaged with her thumb. The girl took this as meant, tugged imaginary leash and offered to Su. “That’s right dear, we’re gonna work on that declaration of friendship. I do like her though. Something
familiar about her. Oh stop, she’s not like me at all. Well, in some maybe.”

“This is where I kiss and rescue you from saying something I can hold you to later on.” 

She let me kiss. “Rescuing me from yourself?”

“Someone has to. Little does she know, it’s a ploy to win the warm fuzzy. Ouch!” I pulled Eena in front of me as a human shield.
“She’s hitting me!” The abuse was prolonged and painful, their laughter worth it. This the first time to see Eena so delighted and playful, I tried to extend this wonderful bonding experience. After loss by pinfall, I kissed them. “Delighted laughter is a precious gift, through it I hear the song of angels. Note to self, Su warmed to that one, so I file it away to repeat when needed. Learning how to score warm fuzzes should be every guy’s full time occupation. Ouch, Mommy!”

Eena’s delight at inclusion made our romp a special treat. Being naked waist down made Jack a happy camper. Rub me against her! Su teased him and let me worship on her, happy to be. Sleep came late.

Now when people pause to watch, it was more than our number. We were a holo-net sensation, our handful of holos had reached stellar numbers, the ones owned by Star Force more.

“We da shit!” Carson had a way with words.

At the range while waiting our turn, Gunny shared her concern. “May have noticed a thing between M and me. He was my training instructor, I was six. Got felt up since preschool so nothing new. Back then he was Serg, big burly fun to listen as he bellowed at boys but spoke soft with girls. Big teddybear. We teased him constantly. When he felt us up it was with fond adoration, felt normal should be. Became a father figure to some, big bro to me — maybe cousin. Anyway we got on and now we still tease. He got something cooked up for us so stay alert!”

We entered the hologram dressed in battle gear with her on point. She rarely joined and usually with a whistle, this was different. Carson and I exchanged looks and set our rifles. Spidey senses on high, I waved the girls foreword. Dresses in sexy battle gear the girls darted ahead. The haze made fanning out difficult but to stay in a tight group was suicide. We formed a wide cluster to remain visible to one another yet far enough apart. Using what we learned, moved like shadows through the space yard, silent specters of war.

Zap!

Gunny waved us down dropped and rolled to cover. We settled in defensive positions and saw squads of ant-people flood over the dock, and immediately returned fire. Our outer line took hits and they began cutting us in two. Slinger brought his team up to push back and hold together. The remaining partial teams formed new ones and helped the effort. 5 teams remained. Those who went down were dragged into a rape orgy that didn’t stop. That is where the holo-cams were.

“Holy feed ‘em to the lions!” Su ducked behind crates and blasted as they swarmed. She shot into a flood of bodies overrunning her. The shooting stopped, her gun yanked away. Armored ant legs with pincers pulled and tore what little covered her and she got pulled into many horny arms with pincers. Ant-dudes have big bumpy plated cocks. They bit her with a mild sedative, all fair and legal according to whatever, and without even a hello caress, began violating my Su-bear.

On my other side, Cat had one in her mouth another in her butt and a bunch of pincers and plated dongs all over. Them pincers left red marks and pinched repeatedly. Poor dear yelped around ant-dude, but groaned and growled too.

We were completely ignored. The guys met along a rail and watched as more ants came to party. Carson offered me a smoke but I declined. He lit up took a long drag held it and let it out slow, passed to Slinger and smiled. “Good Nyborg!”

Slinger snickered holding it like a cigar. “We can do that!”

Other guys joined us. Some accepted the smoke. For a while we gathered and quietly watched. Holo-cams hovered about each girl, ants sure to position her for purpose. Holo-screens showed different girls, then all replaced with Gunny and Eena side by side violated every way to Sunday.

The others looked to us. One demanded action. “Its bukkake cream-pie and cum-bath over there, we gotta do something!”
“What if we change the game?”

Many ants paused as we pulled up in a lime chrome pod. I got out with the others struck a gangsta pose and regarded the ants, holo ed as giant hamsters. When music blasted we dance jammed. Just as ants rose and took interest, Carson Slinger and the rest flew in and hosed them down with Gats and RPGs. 

In the observation tower, M crushed his coffee cup and grudgingly whooped our success. He met us on the field, girls still covered in goo none more than Gunny. “Down there kids who feel lost and without purpose are given one. It’s easy to mask preaching as learning then teach hate and elitism. Up here we teach battle tactics and strategy to prepare for galactic interaction. What your team just did was think outside the box and take down a force of superior numbers. Well done Gunny! Well done to all Firstees.”

I holo ed an apple and took a bite. “I don’t like to lose.”

Cat wrinkled her nose. “Why’d it have to end so soon? Did you see the numbers we had? Could have waited.”

I kissed her cheek. “Always leave ‘em wanting.”

The Meatheads finally allowed us in the ring. “You will wipe your feet before stepping through the ropes to pay respect to haloed ground and those who came before. Only after you have earned status may you roll jump or dive in. Even then most still pay respect.”

We ran slingshot between ropes, a minute each. Gunny and Meatheads shouted us to run hard and throw ourselves against the ropes. After 15 seconds I began to feel it, by 30 my body burned, 45 was agony. Had to force my muscles to cooperate in the end, looking wobbly and sloppy, Gunny not impressed. “Oh no my little maggot, we gotta do much better. I need to see at least 90-seconds. Pros can go 3-minutes. After you catch your breath run laps, all of you.”

Carson didn’t last the whole minute and complained as we ran. “Less grav, increased powers, what gives? This should be easy.”

“If it were everyone would do it.”

After dinner we walked a while and opted to fill the rooms with rings and practice. Took it easy to warm up then clocked a start. Sweating bullets, Carson lasted 70, me 80. Not happy we sipped melon juice stretched a while and tried again. Other joined and it became a contest. Now it was a matter of guts and determination. Who had what it takes to go the distance?

Que music; Rocky. Get in the zone become the character, relentless unstoppable at the same unyielding immovable, force of nature, heart of lion eye of tiger. Rocky rebuked my inner ear:

Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place, and I don’t care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done! Now, if you know what you’re worth, then go out and get what you’re worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain’t where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain’t you. You’re better than that!

Cat shouted, “90-seconds!”

I went another 20. This earned me cheers and praise I felt too much pain to appreciate and watched Slinger beat my time by another 10. Lungs on fire struggled to receive and expel, throat parched, body throbbed intense ache, mind numb, I staggered a circle then leaned on the ropes. “And I — get to — do this — again? Hoorah!”

Gunny clapped from her door. “Thats it Who-boy, make me proud! Slinger, good man! Girls spoil him good tonight. Traveler with me.” She led me into her room and closed the door behind Eena. “I want something good for M and his officers. Like me as their whore but I never submitted.”

Stage lit with 3 cams in orbit, Eena handed me a vibrator with large head. Gunny lay strapped to the padded alter in a ring of light bordered by tall candle lamps. Beside my sexy assistant sat a cart with all manner of toys. With my hair up goggles lab coat and gloves, holo-screens showing us, no music no noise but the vibrator hum and Gunny groan, really felt creepy.

Gunny struggled with her bonds and spoke around the bar-gag. “Please make me cum! Please, please,” she moaned and squirmed, “please make me cum!”

The ball lightly touched her camel toe and pulled away. She struggled to catch. Naked waist down under the coat, Jack and the twins smiled over her as I walked around touching her body with vibrator and glove. Eena knelt by her head and shared the bar-gag with Gunny’s tongue. Added Jack for flavor.

Toys are relentless, the trick is where and how. Gunny liked it firmly against the underside of her clit drawing tiny circles and fast strokes. She gushed cream through the fabric and out the hem in a double whammy of 4, sex partially exposed. Replaced the dildo with my fingers and stroked her to another intense climax. She squealed and screamed around the bar, head thrashed side to side turned chin up and howled. 

Petting her through the aftershocks I undid the gag and smiled. “Did you ask? You forgot to ask. That’ll be 10 spankings.” Slapped her. “Prepare the whore.”

Eena undid the straps and share mellon juice.

Grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled Gunny’s face on Jack, and kissed Eena with lots of tongue slurping. Stuck my tongue out and let her ride it while Gunny rode Jack. Pulled her off and across my lap as I sat on the alter, fondled her slippery petals and slid two fingers in and out of her well abused anus. Sharp spank on cheek. Another on thigh. Return to slippery petals and puckered anus. Spank other cheek and hip. Allow more mellon juice. Pet casual for a few. 30-second climax. Not sure if we got to ten. Had more planned but had plenty for one holo, so Gunny kissed goodnight and turned in.

Cat and Su were not amused. “Honestly, how many do you plan to collect?”

Couldn’t resist. “12.”

Their reaction worth every second. I let them hit hard lip bit eyes feral. Learned they enjoy hitting hard enough to smart but not bruise, taught me how to slap and spank. Always good to know.

Verity arrived with an escort all business. “Come with me.”

We followed her out down the hall through a gate in the wall and stepped into a circle chamber. Eena huddled behind us timid but unafraid. Two rows of giant cloaked and hooded figures loomed over and around, their numbers 9 and 13.

“These are the new box riders?”

“I like the femme.”

“Yes, you would.”

“Please turn and pose? Very nice!”

“Where does bidding start?”

“No, they are not here to purchase. We are to examine.”

Several morphed down as over the top handsome guys who devoured the girls like a raiding party. Poor dears didn’t have a choice, swept up and impaled mouth and rectum with wild abandon and no concern for the girls, treated like rag dolls. 
Verity they let be. She morphed into adult Vera Kocha, watched Cat Su and Eena, glanced me Happens all the time, and regarded those remained seated. “Femme, do you wish to know the Traveler?”

“We see him fine.”

“I like him!”

Vera glanced me. “Any questions?”

Perhaps the box. “Can air be compressed to solid, and what does it look like?”

She regarded me briefly then smiled.

“Perhaps we might begin?” said one seated.

Dudes released the girls flew up and morphed back to hooded giants in their seats. The girls covered in goo adjusted tattered rags and refreshed, looking good as new. Eena huddled by my leg. Cat examined herself and fluffed her hair. Su blushed and quietly joined me. Both put my hands on their butts, ready to face our judges.

A deep voice boomed, “The dormant box sat there for over a century waiting for you. We wish to know why.”

Vera shook her head. “This is pointless. The box made its decision.”

“We are the Guardians and Watchers.”

“Boxes are autonomous.”

“We have no authority but cannot be faulted for curiosity. This meeting takes place, it is recorded — mostly so they could ravage the girls. Travel time too. Now they can go back and relive it as often as they like.”

I looked at ones who remained seated. “Feeling left out. Nothing you wanna relive here?”

Vera chuckled.

Cat slapped the back of my head, Marine wake-up call, Gibbs-slap.

“Shutting up now.”

“Their relationship has a unique dynamic.”

“I agree. Please explain.”

Vera raised her chin with proprietary pride. “They are fun to watch.”

“And the girl?”

“If the box accepts her, we cannot deny it.”

“And she is recorded here. We ravaged her.”

“Yes,” said one patiently. “She is here. You ravaged her.”

I glanced the others. “As above.”

Vera blew at her hair. “Tell me about it.”

“We should mingle more.”

“Watching sucks!”

“And ravage more girls!”

“Wait!” a loud commanding voice echoed the chamber. Vera stood defiant tiny person usurping 40 - 50-ft giants. “You took oath to
watch and guide, brake it and look what happens. Always struggle to correct your mingling.”

“You mingle most.”

Vera considered this but held her mind. “My prerogative.”

“Hah - knew she’d say it! Pay up, buddy!”

Haze.
4. Beyond the Veil
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Delta Whiskey and Pi: Freakshow

Brigadier Westlake gazed around the theater. “You are our hope for the future, gathered from all around the world to represent the best of humanity. As a class all of you 1st-year, 1698 to 1704, welcome to our program for gifted students. Listen to your drill instructors and learn.”

As she turned to leave everyone stood. The General took her arm and walked her off-stage, junior officers in attendance. Everyone remained standing until the Honor Guard removed our banner, UN-ish overlaid with shimmering crop-circles. 

Soon as they were off-stage, the Gunnery Sergeant we saw earlier stood a few rows down, turned around and bellowed, “1701, get yer asses in gear! Line up in the corridor for inspection!”

We jumped and shuffled in proper military fashion toward the exits with everyone else to the collective barks of like-minded ill-tempered drill-instructors. Cat and Su did not appear interested in continuing with this and whispered so. 

“Is this really necessary?”

“Time for the blue pill.”

“I’m making waffles.”

Verity waved them quiet. “Sh-h! What’s the matter with you? Give up because there might be a little work?”

Her rebuke quelled further debate. I let it go. These two have experienced toil, dance music gymnastic and riding classes. Cat has power and endurance, Su can hook and lift bales of straw hay and alfalfa. I massaged their butt cheeks. “How hard can boot camp be? A little soft myself, can use the work out. Are we doing the whole thing? What, nine thirteen weeks?”

Verity noticed how we stood out and morphed us into matching garb. “Present past future, as if I know, I’m where they meet. Farsighted down each but at the same time. Rather confusing really. Why the kids call me scatter-brained.” She noticed us. “You are here. For how long is when you are ready.”

Cat turned with a stunned face. “Okay, she’s talking time-head and I’m not sure about boot camp. What if I break a nail?”
Su shrugged. “Refresh I suppose.”

I took a hand. “Let’s chew one off and see!”

Cat snatched it back. “No! Eew, nail-biter!”

“Move it maggots!”

At the landing a couple kids in wheelchairs waited as others marched by with little regard. One had long dark fly away hair and bright eyes, the other a hat and veil. Ever the gallant gentleman, Charm-01, I smiled the ladies and took position behind Miss Fly Away Hair, while Verity took Hat With Veil.

“Make a hole people, hot-rod babe coming through!” 

She cackled delight when I popped a wheelie and danced her through the exit. Careful not to jar, I set her front wheels down and eased her into place along the wall. We only had time for smiles before the Sarge strode by on surprisingly light feet.

“Stand to maggots, this is an inspection — look sharp eyes forward! You may be civilian ambassadors but over the next few weeks your asses are mine!” Sarge stood like a mythic goddess, muscular feminine sensual, inspecting our line of mortality like so much trash, yet still desirable to our eyes. “I’m gonna work you hard. You will do it better faster last longer than everyone else. Why? Because you got the number. No, I got the number, then got you. 1701 is the designation we all been waiting for since class 01. This is the class everyone will watch. We have to be great to earn to our namesake. And by the moons of Nibia, the Antares Maelstrom and perdition's flames I’ll see we do!”

“Oh crap, we’re Enterprise!”

“Ding-ding-ding! — Tell her what she’s won, Bob. Intense grueling sweat-soaked training with me!” Sarge got in Cat’s face. “We gonna break plenty of nails. Poor sweet crunchable nails, oh yes my precious!” She regarded us and checked her holo-plate. “You four are add-ons. What gives? I get the number then every hard-luck reject to come along? I’m ‘posed to turn this rag-tag crew ‘o motleys into symbols of hope? Give me the blue pill! What are you cackling about maggot! Drop and give me 20!”

I got banner bearer. She humped us down the moss hallway into open street level of shopfronts and holo-signs. Most vehicles where military so traffic light, except us. Six classes of first-timers, about 120 kids like us ages six to ours. 1701 consisted both eldest and youngest for a good mix but just one in a group, nothing about us stood out. Except the designation emblazoned on the banner I carried. People paused to gaze, some even saluted. I adjusted to keep it dipped at proper angle, suddenly self conscious. Our double-time pace not a problem nor the weight of the pole, my focus only on presentation. Eyes forward brow sweaty, I set and kept pace holding the banner to float with minimal bounce and felt Sarge glare every time it bobbed or wobbled.

Our barracks room was two rows of bunks and space between. I placed the pole in a wall sconce and massaged my arms. Su came to my aid and worked my shoulders. Cat worked Su, and Verity worked Cat. Others watched us as add-ons, guys ogled the girls. Being fair I ogled their girls.

Sarge leaned against the doorframe, curves contrasting its straight lines, flesh shiny smooth. “Consider it your sanctuary. Outside this door you are 1701 alone or together. When we board Merc, you will be ready. That means combat wrestling and erotic entertainment. Orientation Demonstration Participation Feedback, this is how we train. You will be proficient in use of all manner weaponry and pods, as well as holo-net and enhanced abilities.”
She waved her hand. Our room transformed into a forest campsite, crackling fire in a ring of piled rocks near the front, half ring of log benches. “Gather round the fire and make yourselves comfy. If you want S’mores make one for me. Let’s begin with introductions. You.”

A freckle-faced kid with mischief writ large thumbed his chest and smiled around. “Carson Bates, Young Master Bates, if you please, thank you. Some reason people call me difficult. No idea why. Give me a nice warm body to snuggle and I’m fine.”

“So say I,” said a dashing lad with dazzling teeth. His confidence felt almost overbearing but his laid-back demeanor likable. “Here are new beginnings. I am Slinger. To be an ambassador, this I take very serious. We go now where few have gone before, all of it new and exciting. I feel part of a caravan filled with the wonders of our world, journeying across the expanse in friendship. Such is the way of Cyrus. Do you know the vanguard of his traveling empire was not his army? He led with a circus of wonders.”

Sarge sat at the fire and worked as we spoke, handing out supplies to make S’mores. “He did indeed. Built trading alliances and partners, who willingly joined his empire, even though he forbade slavery. Which forced them to change, but as it only improved economies, they grudgingly accepted. Darius the Great continued the no-slave policy but had to deal with corruption that grew out of hate to see those considered inferior prosper. And when Xerxes took reign slavery returned. Mausolus was the last hold out. Xerxes had Artemisia admiral her navy, as assassins poisoned her husband. She was not the cruel witch depicted in movies. Though she did hate Greeks for practicing slavery. She had to prove herself and her brother’s loyalty to the emperor because they openly defied the rest of the satraps who allowed slavery return. Imagine all the free-slaves leaving your realm to another, best farmers artists and crafters in one coastal island region of port cites. History makes him a bad king and her an evil witch but the fact remains; the mausoleum was made with love.

“Their story is kinky and used by the Hedonist free-love movement concerning incest but I’m not so sure. They didn’t have kids. Brother and sister married depicted making out and groping with concubines in attendance. Do the math, they didn’t inbreed. Like Native Americans, they didn’t kidnap squaws. They arranged trades to keep from inbreeding. Good lead in. Next.”
Fly Away Hair chewed her lip puzzled. “Does that make us circus performers? Back home I’m Semi, BJ-on-wheels, roll her into the corner and insert penis. Is that what I am out here? Do I get a flying hover chair?”
Hat and veil snorted. “How about a new face?”

Sarge crossed her arms with a patient waiting attitude. Waiting for what?

Cat gripped my wrist and sat up. “It can’t be! What if?” She focused on the two girls and took a deep breath. “Refresh.”

Both reacted as something passed over them and examined themselves. One gripped the armrests and slowly stood; the other explored her face under the veil, then carefully removed her hat. They examined each other, us, Sarge, got nearly tackled by Cat in her glee. Curvy one without hat and veil was — Pow! — in your face dark exotic sensual beauty.

Sarge laughed like a lady, no longer the fearsome warrior. “Let the girls breathe dear. Always good to encourage you discover things on your own. Like Cyrus, you’re setting out on an adventure of discovery to learn your realm and meet neighbors. This starts with knowing your team. Girls introduce yourselves.”

Semi rubbed her legs took a cautious step and smiled. “Hello, my name is Semi, and I am a whore.”

“Hello, my name is Tazma, I am a whore.”

“Enough with the whores, maggots! We’re all whores, especially the guys, right? Get over it. Taz, tell us about you.”

“I feel one with the gardens here. Even this hologram of forest — watch that marshmallow! — everything living feels alive.”

Sarge shrugged. “Basically they are. All these plants and trees are functioning living replicas. Synthetic life program loop. Some folk worry about them being self-aware, moral issues. Politics to me. Say I want two studs?” They appeared beside her, black briefs covered in oil. “Then I don’t.” They disappeared. “Were they alive and did I kill them? That’s the moral question. The fact they came from my mind could determine my destiny, according to those who think way deeper than me.”

Anjoli Smith appeared in a slave harness and collar huddled beside Carson. “You mean something like this? Is she real?”

Sarge licked her teeth. “Makes going out unnecessary but not recommended, they don’t holo-feed well — picture quality — folk like real people.” She noticed the quite figure huddled behind Carson. “Got her when they gave me the keys. Found on a deep-spacer in the Expanse. Don’t know anything about her. Doesn’t talk likes to sit and watch nibbles when she eats likes and mind-bender music. It’s okay dear, you’re with friends. Seems to like you. That synthetic of Smith got a reaction. Afraid she was trafficked. That be another thing I want you aware, human trafficking continues. Something to think about before you let someone take you home at a port of call. Remember these are xenon life forms with different standards of living. Just as I treat synths they treat us. Treat that one with care, a lot of intel in there. Next.”

As kids introduced, Verity quietly went to the girl and sat with her. She met her eyes smiled sat and watched the speakers. When she laughed invited the girl to join and smiled friendship. She also let her know she was checking her out and liked what she saw. This too produced favorable results.

Fortunately Cat and Su drink intros and backstories. They like to test and see if I was listening. “She likes sandy beaches, she loves boating, that one likes to hike, she likes snakes. Names? Aw c’mon, you know names escape me and yes, I am always guilty of calling you dear babe hon dude or bro. That’s how Ms Mom and Mr Dad got started, didn’t know whose parents I spoke with. And ladies seem to forgive easier thinking it cute. Be one with the puppy.”

Carson shrugged. “I still don’t understand Tweety Bird.”

Slinger answered with a shrug. “Girls dig Tweety.”

Sarge chuckled. “Someone please explain.”

Cat stepped up to plate. “Tweety Bird, innocent and playful, plays dumb but continually out-thinks and beats the snot out of that bad ol’ putty tat! — who’s always trying to paw her. Sound familiar?”

Carson slobbered, “S-sufferin’ s-succotash!”

The three youngest girls, 6 8 and 10, formed up with the youngest boy, 7, and stared down all others. Poor kid didn’t know what happened, just got claimed. This sparked the others do the same. Cat took a liking to Slinger but allowed others claim him and returned to reclaim my right hand. Verity stayed with the girl, reminding me she was Candlewick. Once the teams of 3 and 1 were decided, we settled to continue making S’mores and get acquainted more cozy.

My codpiece became a topic of discussion and soon all the guys wore one. Which brought up a class uniform. Encouraged by Sarge, we selected dark blue with white piping and designation, no insignia, clean and dignified. At this point, Carson and I played with cut and fit. Some got thongs, some hipsters, others boy shorts. Fun to watch them react, we got braver each time. So did the girls.
We called up holo-cams and figured how to set orbits and angles. My holo-screen showed legs booty and camel toe. I centered one on Sarge, played the zoom and then saw her camel toe walk toward the cam. Suddenly she was in my face, pointing elsewhere. My holo-screen showed other legs.

18 girls and 6 guys made things sultry in quick order. Encouraged by holo-cams and an exotic fruit drink Sarge recommended, the party began in earnest. I had 3 holo-cams follow me around as I met ladies. Cat and Su enjoyed Slinger and others, so I put a couple cams on them too. Mine were booty-cams in tow. Something about a codpiece, girls can’t keep their hands off. Before long Jack and others smiled up through loving hands, panties got pushed aside or vanished, codpieces and shorts too. Even the little ones enjoyed each other. Though the 10-yr old often looked our way. 

Sarge too loosened up. After several drinks, she sat very unladylike and smirked at Carson’s advances. Mid-thirties and statuesque, Sarge succumbed to the juice and became a toy, feigned resist groping hands yet allowed them explore. Her top and shorts dissolved into a harness and collar. She chuckled and sneered Carson, but rolled her hip and moaned.

My friend looked at the cam and held up a warning finger. “Do not try this at home. This is a highly trained professional soldier, able to castrate at 200 yards. Observe as my assistant feeds her more of this wonderful juice. See how she eagerly she accepts, knowing it will make her submit to my every desire, open to anyone?”

He stood behind her, supporting and holding, fondling a breast framed by belts. Semi stepped away with a large cup now empty. Sarge sat open leg and belched. She watched my hand slide up her thigh and tickle the narrow strip of fabric not quite covering her sex. Her leg opened wider. I traced along her arching V. She groaned like a donkey and wiggled her hip to trap my digits. But I pulled them away and her hip rose to follow. I teased her a few more times but gave in when she growled like a cougar deep in her throat. 

“3-Finger Orbital-Sander Weeping Blossom technique.”

Next morning I had banner bearer again. Holograms of Sarge last night streamed holo-screens everywhere. Numbers rolled and ticked, everyone involved made a small fortune, especially her. She blush and glared at us but also held her chip up. We had a lot of footage to go over and edit yet but hers went out live and looped. Understanding how it worked, I looked forward to editing and posting more.

In a wide area open to the inner-sphere, we humped along the edge of a close quarters training exercise, past a live fire training field, to a quiet line of targets on moving rails, and another mean looking Sergeant. This knuckle-dragger demanded respect. “Welcome, piss-ants, to my range. Chief Master Sergeant or Range Master will do. Gunny Vixen spelled Wicksen got the number. Glad of it. Then I seen you the other day, and I think rat spit, what a wash-out — you clowns will get waxed in a heart-beat!
“But I like Gunny Wicksen, been feeling her up a while now. Did two tours together not long ago. So I’m gonna help turn you into something more than targets. No better way than to begin as cannon fodder. Up you go, on your feet, march out to the backstop and turn around.”
He and Gunny leveled twin belt-fed double-ringed counter-revolving mega-blasters and let loose. Pink clouds appeared around us as our body shields absorbed the energy bolts, 30 per second, hit hard enough to knock us back as holo-gore decorated the backstop.

“FIRE IN THE HOLE!” Grenades arched into the air. 

We had nowhere to go. Blue flash, pretty sparkles, can’t move, hello ground. That didn’t hurt? Body shield. I can see up Cat’s shorts, cute cheeks. As the stun effect wore off, we began moving as one and helped each other up.

“If that were xenos, you’d get raped. They love streaming Dirt Whores and collecting credit. May have noticed how popular yours is.” He smiled a leer at Wicksen. “She does know how to please the eyes and I been tryin’ to talk her into something like that for years! Point is you get raped. Let’s not get raped on my watch, doesn’t look good on my report.” Range Master grunted and spat a dark slat on the floor. “Damn tree-huggers don’t let me smoke anymore! Remember being from Dirt means you have at least a million casual viewers at any time, more if you’re popular like Gunny. Getting raped gains viewers, sick I know but that’s how it is. Keep in mind, if you don’t want them to do so, just say and they back off. Probably challenge you to wrestle — which you will also learn — but not here.

“These are not toys. Any of you shoot yourself in the leg or foot and I kick you back home faster than you can spit. Won’t have any of that. And if you think you can just drop your weapon and raise your hands you’re wrong. They don’t play that way. Viewership is just as important to them. You’re expected to put on a show. If you get blasted, die spectacular — they love that shit! I got a reel of highlights, spectacular deaths in battle, great stuff! And the weekend passes at ports of call? Oh yeah! 

“Now select your weapons, close quarters and range. Scroll to whatever you like. Try it out. If not try another. Yes, those are wands. Some of you will find you possess the ability. No, I have no way of knowing. Those microbes take a while, frontal brain or some such. You can study that in our Library and/or Burkel & Bork. Until you have the ability, I suggest something more familiar. What? Oh, very well, if you must. But remember as in the stories, the wand chooses the wizard!”

Most girls could not resist and had to have one. As they huddled around holo-menus selected examined and tested wands, much to the sergeants’ chagrin, the rest of us scrolled honest weapons of destruction. Reaters revolvers pump-action auto-loaders Gats mini-cannons and RPGs, not to leave out light-swords energy clubs bows and hand weaponry, things guys like. Wrapped in ammo-belts, holding twin mini-Gats with RPGs, covered in war paint, Carson roared. Range Master and Gunny hosed him down.

Slinger chose an energy blade, revolver pistol and lever-action rifle with a wide hat neckerchief and Western gear, looking every bit the dapper gentleman gun-slinger. He stepped in the open and stared down a hologram town street. Tumbleweeds rolled by as the wind picked up and a cloud of dust flurried at the end of the street. When it cleared, three large shadows emerged through the haze, each ready to draw and fire. Rifle in hand, he let it pivot on the lever and cocked it on return. The distant shadows spread out across the road. One went for his gun. Slinger dropped him with one from the rifle, then dropped and rolled aside, dodging fire. The other two broke and took a side of the street between storefronts. Slinger aimed his rifle and took out one then the other. This earned him two snipers on porches above. He drew his revolver and blasted each with quick accuracy.

Cat and Su went out together holsters strapped to legs and hung from shoulders, each carrying and ready for targets. A pack of naked lizards with assault rifles kept from above and stormed over a new formed rise, blasting away. The girls dropped and rolled then came up shooting, and hosed down half. The rest they picked off one by one, darting between points of cover. This got the a group of slug-people with RPGs who stunned them with a barrage from all sides. The girls dropped and remained stunned long enough for the slug-dudes to begin peeling their clothing.

“That’s what you gotta be careful of, them grenades are hard to beat. Mica will absorb the energy and re-crystalize but throwing up a shield like that requires quick thinking. At best uncomfortable as body armor.”

The girls adjusted their clothing wiped ooze from their chins refreshed and returned to me with quiet thoughtful faces, despite the classmate encouragement. As Semi and Tazma stepped up to the line, Cat and Su settled beside as I continued scrolling weapons. We watched the others perform and do well but also got stunned and assaulted. Because it was training the only holo-cams allowed were Range Master’s and Star Force. Given that and how he directed the holograms, just long enough to tantalize, we witnessed Verity and the quite girl do very well against superior numbers in both range and close quarters combat, only to suffer the same fate.

Cat shifted her weight and pulled my hand lower on her hip. “Think Range Master likes watching us almost violated.”

“All planned out.” I continued scrolling. “Babe, they’re gonna violate you — us as soon as they meet maybe even see us. Zap! — hello alien up my butt. M, he’s M, is just getting us ready. Look, that dude’s about to get buffed — how you think some us guys feel? We used to exit only.”

Cat chortled. “You love my finger up you ass! Crown in mouth tongue ring in pee-hole hand around Jack other fondle twins stroke ridge between and play with your anus. That gets you off.”

I kissed her. When in doubt best response. “But someone I just met with a shootout and stun-grenade? I need more than a screwdriver but don’t want to screw things up. What if Sexy doesn’t want me a warrior?”

“We swallow the blue pill?”

“And I make waffles. In the mean time we’re here, pick something and go blow away aliens. The Doctor played lazer tag, you can do this. If we travel this is what to expect, right?”

“She’s right,” I said as if internalizing. “We ’re here for orientation and training. I’m suffering sphincter culture-shock — that should be a t-shirt — my butt feels pickled. But I — we represent our world and this is how it is.” I turned to face then, grey t-shirt with chipped block letters, Sphincter Culture-Shock, twin dove-tail hammer revolvers one low on my leg the other on my hip, dark jeans long riding vest and wide straw hat, and took a dynamic stance. “Behold the Traveler!”

Zap! 

Holo-gore.

At the line I grit my teeth and stood ready, staring into the dark recesses of a warehouse loading area, perfect place for an ambush. Hanging lamps swung around on a light fan stirred air. Spidey senses alert, I searched movement in the shadows. Three big insect dudes with six legs crawled along the rafters and opened fire. I dropped and rolled behind a sack of crates, pointed the screwdriver and stunned them all at once. They toppled and fell from the beams, landed with a crunch and settled legs curled in.

But only for a second. When they began to stir I am quite certain their eyes glowed red.

My pistols suddenly became very attractive. Screwdriver tucked away, I walked over drawing both, pointed and blasted holes in them before they could get up, cold clean methodical. When others appeared I took them out the same way. Like a gamer in the zone, I couldn’t be stopped. The more M threw at me, the faster I took them down. In close-quarters and hand to hand, again I was in the zone, defending as if predicting them, finding openings creating them. Not even the squad of naked spider-babes could take me. My holo-blade sliced through them like butter, blood and guts everywhere. 

When M tried to overwhelm me, the girls jumped in to aid. We fought a mix of xeno-dudes and babes, some rather scary-looking with tusks fangs and horns. Verity joined and then the rest of 1701 joined battle. Covered in gore, I saw him and Gunny look on in approval. 

We got overrun and stunned. My situation involved two spider-babes with pretty eyes and mouths sexy torso. What would Kirk do? Smiled my best. “Hi ladies, what are we playing now?”

Everything dissolved. M and Gunny golf-clapped.

Second round began. Cat and Su did well but again got stunned and nearly assaulted before everything dissolved. This time they returned hungry. I could not touch them enough, needed more hands the way they held my wrists and stroked my hands over there clothes and flesh, and pressed bodies to mine. I noticed all the guys sharing similar smiles occupied in similar fashion.

I got zapped and blown to pieces.

After their third outing the girls returned with feral eyes and sweaty breasts on shiny goo smeared inner thighs. Back home I was accused of creating kiddy porn promoting virgin erotica, but never went to trial. Whole thing disappeared because a judge ruled in favor of art on a similar case before. Which was fine because the plaintiff was nobody anyone knew. Typical. Here even 6-yr olds were expected to put out, everyone a porn star. Holo-cams zipped about and hovered, recording our interplay and the girls seemed to naturally perform for them. We snuggled and watched others endure the ordeal, Cat and Su comfortable exposing breasts and sex.

Su examined a breast. “Are my tits too small?”

I stared puzzled. “Perfect. Why you ask?”

“You rarely pay them attention.”

“Never get past your legs and ass.” Her cute blush meant I scored a warm fuzzy. I caressed her breast pinched the nipple and held.
“Love your breasts, love you. Now stop complaining and remind me add another 10 spankings — You too!”

That worked.

Verity and the quiet girl bounced back with the same eagerness as the first. “That was fun! When we got attacked and they had us, she groaned her name, Eena, and something like dirty whore in a distant tongue. Now I know from whence she came! This is good. I have sent word. Others will come.”

We ate lunch at there in the Range mess hall with M, his staff and several officers. Gunny sat with other sergeants knowing some. Cat found some enlisted crew to entertain her, so Verity plopped Eena beside me and left. 

Su tried to coax something for her, but the poor girl just stared big-eyed. She gave up but noticed the girl watch my hand on her thigh. “Pull her leg over yours. Let her know she’s with friends.”

I did as instructed. Eena did not resist, watched with a pleased expression and smiled when I completed a stroke and squeeze. “Eena, hi, you are very pretty.” She watched my hand move to stroke her elbow and arm, looked me new regard and smiled timid. Reminded me of Su early in our friendship, so cute I wanted to bear-hug her. “See? Right there, perfect-10 — did you see?”
Su chuckled. “You and flashing 10!”

Eena brought her fists together one atop the other tugged and made to offer with pleading eyes. Your Honor, what would you? To deny might be traumatic for her, yet to accept would demean me.

“Sexy, er holo-net, what’s the word for free in the language she spoke?”

“Mnev”

As soon as she heard me say it, Eena reacted. When the holo-net said it, she carefully removed Su’s leg and crawled into my lap with a teary-eyed smile. Certain I did good, my arms wrapped her in acceptance and loving mercy, not knowing what she endured nor want to know — That’s Cat and Su, they love all the gossipy details and drama, digest it and feed me facts — I held her huddled sobbing form, gently massaged her and shared lunch.

Slinger landed banner-bearer materializing racks girls were suddenly shackled to. A stunt forgiven until he performed it on Gunny. She hounded him all the way to our next assignment, shouting in his ear and made him run around us every so often. Even in lesser-g, poor guy was sweating hard. His attitude promised more.

“I like him, willing to sweat for a good score, and that was a good score.” I flicked clicked and whirred the screwdriver. “Man after my own heart. Carson too. Kind of guys don’t get scared when they discover they’re alone in a roomful of girls.”

Su took the screwdriver and put it away.

When everyone arrived the six class instructors met in front of the ring, 2-dudes and 4-babes. The guys stepped foreword.

“Dis is to train you how to entertainment wrestle.” 

“We are going to pump you up and show you how it’s done!”

Meatheads 1 and 2 had us roll and tumble. We rolled and tumbled, mindful of shoulders and head. Keep chin to chest. We rolled and tumbled, broke for stretching, rolled and tumbled. Eena remained with us though I thought she should stay with her team. We did nothing but roll tumble and slap land the turf so no harm done.

At dinner she sat with me again while Cat visited tables. Su examined her. “Appears healthy and alert. Perhaps culture shock, knows how to communicate with you. What will become of her? Do we take her with us?”

“Things are. Let’s see what happens. She’s free to chose her destiny.” Again Eena reacted to the word. “The universal translator appears to work. You understand what we say but chose to remain silent? That’s fine. When you’re ready.”

Su looked around. “Where is Verity?”

“Getting others?”

“Been gone a while.” She studied Eena again. “Born off-world. Can’t wait to hear your story. Human captivity in the far reaches of space — that’s a Hawk Allen story. Could write a whole series of graphic novels — oh, those pic novel-thingies you do. She can produce the setting for us, yeah? You can do that? Cat ‘ll love it, new costumes and drama, twisted characters and kinky stories. And we’ll learn more about how people are trafficked. Maybe. How many new slaves she met I wonder.”

Eena knew she was being discussed, whether she understood or not. I pet her leg with reassuring gentle pressure that seemed to work. Her muscles relaxed. I brushed her hair aside. “Let us do something about your hair. I’m sure Gunny meant well not to impede but this just won’t do. Long bangs tapering to curly waves, big-hair afro? If you say pigtails I’ll bite you.”

Su scrunched her face in critique mode. “Shape of her face — good selections, you paid attention. I sometimes forget you actually listen. Sorry, too many brothers. Okay, Eena, we’re going to change your hair. Ready? Oh, wait!” She produced a wand from somewhere, pointed at Eena and performed a twirl and flick. Eena’s hair became luxurious curly waves framing cute face with tapered bangs, with a laced headpiece. “Mirrors. What do you think? Like it? She likes it. You know what I like about you Eena? You’re unassuming, don’t put yourself foreword, probably don’t know how cute you are.” She backhand slapped my shoulder. “We gotta help her!”

After two years of knowing and familiar with her moods, I answered as any man. “Yes dear.”

Back in our room, Su explained her concern to Cat, who assumed her super sleuth Hermione character and called up medical records. “Medical scans read normal adult 14-15 unusual brain activity. Oh my, result of genetic manipulation, subject is docile and good-natured, enjoys high degrees of pleasure and pain, expresses high desire to please, shows fondness with seduction — explains her humping your leg. Hello little girl, mine long before you. Oh, very well. — Subject displays great athletic ability and timing, fine sense of rhythm and appreciation of music; Tchaikovsky and Heart her faves. See music-holo.”

A figure of Eena huddled in a corner on the table. Eena double took recalled and watched. Barracuda roared from speakers. She and holo-Eena began pulsing to the beat. As holo-Eena got up dancing, so Eena untangled herself and got up to dance. 

I played gameshow judge. “Her grind twerk and booty pop mixed with cat-like serpentine flavored with party girl makes me wanna reach out and grab her. Thumbs up from me, Su. Whadda you think?”

“She be hot. Cat, you said the three of us, right?”

“Did I? I said together.”

Be one with the puppy. They were going places too far to worry, it was our first day in camp. But to argue was just adding drama. Puppy it is, paw legs lick noses. I find this works 75-80% with 90-95% reduction of sentence. Those 5% belong to Mom — no way to win. What frustrates Dad, I never concede to him. But she always wins there too! “Ladies, you worry for nothing. We just got here, everything new to everyone. Relax and consider us fortunate to know each other before arriving, unlike others. You are on the verge of self-discovery through adventures beyond dreams with a crazy guy and a magic box. Your odyssey of the sensual woman continues.”

They regarded me and spared my embarrassment at displays of passionate devotion with snorts and laughter, then got up to dance. Cat and Su joined Eena in carnal dance, wild and uninhibited. Holo-cams popped in all around, lighting sound disco ball, clothing changed the class joined.

Carson and Slinger came over dressed cool and called up an announcer table with comfy chairs, took their seats and smiled at cams. “Hello, I’m Slinger, this is Grand-Master Bates, welcome to Party Town, another Lame Dirt Holo-stream. Intro music and vid — do we have a vid?”

“We can splice one together.”

“We have a mix of classic and current hits to dance to and you folks to rate them. Just dial in our file and grade the hits on danceability. Feel free to fave and link the babes. As the season progresses, we’ll be stopping by several worlds and look forward to showcasing local talent. So stay tuned for scheduled locations.”

“And good. Okay, now we move booty-cams. We can do entire shows from booty-cams — no? Look at that. Tell me it’s not art!” Carson demanded a nonexistent argument. Who would?

All the girls felt comfortable in near nothing, few minded being undressed and something new and revealing melt on. Those who did changed their mind. Cat and Su had boys around them, Eena too. Her new hair and make up Cat applied via holo-pallet made her the shiny new toy. Psycho-babble said girls emotionally lacking seek posing and performing to the camera to fill a void, yet said it before the camera, often looking into the lens. Neh, girls like to show off in front of cameras. Every girl I know knows how to be eye-candy, including young ‘uns I helped watch. Again, no such thing as an innocent girl at any age. These babes no exception. The 2 brainy ones knew how to party. And once I finished a holo-makeover, they became the party.

I wandered through the class to flirt and mingle. This allowed me to get up close and personal dance and grind. In no time Jack and the twins were out, codpiece folded aside. I just kept dancing, so many hands fondling me. Thought of that juice we enjoyed the night before, and it was in my hand. I drank and danced, Jack smiled and drooled, twins juggled happy. The juice took over and I drifted on a cloud of sensation, fondled and fondling, body pinging on so many levels. Flashback 5th-grade camp, me and a cabin full of girls. Hands lips tongues on Jack. Jack very happy. Like now.

My eyes opened to Su’s tawny mane, delicate yet strong shoulders, arched back and long legs feet apart, my fingers inside both holes worked her to squeal and groan around Jack. She moaned like a horse and groaned like a donkey as I worked her to a froth. Her expert hands tongue and lips loved Jack and the twins to match the music. She rose kissed me and bit my lip, at the same time applied pressure around the twins. “Slap me spank me manhandle me treat me like a whore!”

When like this she wanted it rough with love. Knee between her legs, I hovered over her grabbed a fistful of hair and hardened my gaze. Her eyes registered a hint of fear, cheeks and earlobes flushed with excite. I slapped her sharp loud on the cheek, yanked her kiss, slapped her again, kissed, slapped and kissed, this time long and passionate. Still holding her by the hair, I pulled her face away and sneered. “You sexy whore! Are you ready to cream? Is that my happy squishy sound? Are you my cum-slut bitch in heat cock-gagging ass-whore?” I pulled dripping fingers out, slapped her, “C’mere!” and planted her face on Jack. “All the way, bitch, lick those balls.”

This I owe her brothers. When they discovered I never stopped flirting and felt her up, they teased and began feeling her too. Su went from called boy and brainy horse-girl to family whore almost overnight. She kept this to herself until they began sharing her with friends. Sure I’d hear about it, she confided and confessed they made her climax because they forced her think of me. Once she visualized me enjoying her torment, she started to climax and couldn’t stop. Teary-eyed and perfect-10, she sobbed they didn’t know what they were doing and often made her sore. That afternoon I accompanied her home, said hello to Ms. Mom, and helped with chores. Her bros spied me from a distance long enough to know it me. Sure enough, in the stable they came upon us mid heavy-pet. Teased and cajoled a bit, then yanked Su away and groped her as they described what my precious angel was like at home. I kissed her, slapped kissed slapped and kissed passionate. Do you love your brothers? Do they love you? Do you want to make them happy? Do you want them to know how to please you and any girl? Do you want me to show them the routine? Gentlemen, please. Let us begin. 3-finger orbital-sander weeping blossom technique. Observe the slight curve of hand. Transition, hooked-claw running fingers spin-cycle screaming whore technique.
3. Freakshow
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Friends got back concerning my latest. Few think virgin erotica has a market, especially wrapped in a Fanfic. They do like the fanfic dynamic. However point out my brush-over minimalism sometimes leaves gaps and feels rushed. Guilty. They also feel if I’m after female heroines, need to flesh them out more; so far its just constant intros. Guilty. I pointed out these are the opening chapters — Act 1 tends to be intro. Got Gibbs-slapped.
“The purpose of diplomacy is to prolong the crisis.” __ Spock

To this I add photo-op Congressional Subcommittee Hearings that only point fingers. What a waist of time! And notice how they always result in more hearings, and a political appointment with a dumb-ass name? WTF is a ‘Czar’ doing in the US government?That’s like the guy who said, “Let’s call ourselves ISIS.” Pretty sure he has a new job pushing up daisies. 
Problem with a travel ban is the area in question, once known as the ‘Ivory Coast.’ Deals were made on the Barbary Coast to the north, and cargo picked up from the areas infected. Recall the mission of USS Constellation? These countries were liberated and propped up by the United States since after the Civil War. Recall creation of Liberia? Placing a travel ban has 3 basic flaws:
1) False sense of security
2) Creates another costly bureaucracy 
3) Affected people and world will see us as traitors to our ideals

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