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!”
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!”
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?”
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?”
“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.