She slid the dildo along her wetness but not inside, getting it gooey with her juices. "The Preparer is for … well ... preparing us."
"For wha– Ah, I see."
She lifted her hips slightly and pressed the tip of the dildo to her bottom hole. She pressed harder until the tip went in. Her other hand was rubbing her labia more quickly now.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Masters. Sometimes. Want–" The dildo slid in further and she gasped and squirmed, unable to finish the sentence.
"Yes, Masters sometimes do."
She was writhing now, several centimeters of the dildo inside of her bottom, but she pushed in more, slowly. "Marie should have ceased at this point, sir," she gasped out. "But–"
When the dildo had been pushed in nearly its full length, she began to pump it in and out in long strokes. Her pussy was dripping, her fingers working frantically on that engorged pink flesh.
"But she fucked you, Alyssa."
Alyssa could only whisper between gasps and moans. "Prepared ... me ... for ... you ... sir."
"Come, Alyssa. Don't hold back now."
She pressed the dildo as deep as it could go and wobbled it as her back arched and her feminine muscles visibly contracted for Michael to see.
"Ah," he said softly. "You are beautiful."
She smiled, her hips twitching, her breath coming in gasps.
When she had calmed, he said, "Let me see that Preparer."
She slid it from its deep pocket, her eyes closing with residual pleasure, and rolled to her side to clean it with a cloth before handing it over. "Yes, sir."
He looked at the long pink instrument, noting the raised and bumpy threading that encircled its perimeter. Yes, he supposed this would prepare a girl's bottom some, but it was nowhere near as thick as a hard penis. In that regard it was a deception.
"You think this would really prepare you for me, if I wanted to fuck your pretty ass?"
She blushed all the way down her chest. "No, sir," she whispered. "I have noted that you are considerably bigger than my Preparer. But you are big all over."
He laughed. "Yes. I'm a big guy, that's true." He handed her the dildo. "I'm not likely to take you that way because I am so big, Alyssa. I wouldn't want to hurt you."
"Teacher said it wouldn't hurt if a girl was relaxed and obedient, sir."
Michael snorted. "Teacher was incorrect. We won't be going there. I'd tear you up."
She bowed her head, trying not to show her disappointment. "As you say, sir."
"So," he said, "they keep you virgins until you're graduated from The Farm and assigned, hm?"
She nodded.
"And you were assigned to the Palace. Does The Great Man automatically become the one who is given your virginity?"
Alyssa frowned. "No, sir. He does not care for virgins, so young women who are assigned to The Palace first have their inner … the barrier…" she blushed.
"Hymen."
Nodding, "Yes. They have that cut."
His eyebrows rose. "No kidding? I'd think such a thing would be more prized. It is where I came from."
She shrugged. "I understand. Nina has explained this to me while we were in the woman's enclave together. She had her barrier broken by a boy when she was fifteen. Younger than me."
Michael looked over at Nina whose eyes had gone round and her face red. He laughed. "Oh really? I didn't know."
"She was not your woman very long, sir. It is not surprising that she had no time to tell you. But you noticed, didn't you?"
He laughed harder. "Oh yes. I noticed."
Nina had actually buried her face in her hands.
"But then, I noticed the same about you, Alyssa."
She bit her lower lip. "Were you disappointed, sir?"
He moved to stroke her hair. "No, honey, not at all."
She sighed. "Good, sir. Because you were the first Master to take interest in me. You would have broken the barrier had it been there."
His smile died abruptly; a new sensation of guilt washed over him. He was not used to taking 19-year-old virgins to his bed. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Her forehead creased slightly as she remembered. "Only a little, sir. I am small and you are big."
"Geezus!" he breathed, tilting her face up toward his. "You are to tell me, Alyssa, if I ever hurt you that way again. That's an order. Do you understand?"
She nodded, wide eyed. "Yes, sir. But I am getting bigger inside."
He hugged her quickly and moved back to the table. "Great." Another glass of wine seemed like a good idea.
Nina made a noise and he looked over to find her hiding a smirk. "Not one word," he advised. She shook her head, but her lips were still trembling with laughter.
***
He left the women with strict orders that they were not to speak to each other, nor was Nina to move from her corner except for a brief visit to the lavatory if necessary. Both promised to comply and he was pretty confident they would.
He promised to bring dinner for three back with him after his meeting. He didn't tell them that there was a reasonable chance that his meeting would end with his arrest and potentially speedy execution.
Laricon's suite was at the end of the hall of chambers and up one flight of stairs to a mezzanine level. Both the staircase and Laricon's door were guarded 'round the clock, but because he was a council member, Michael was known and had no trouble approaching the door. He knocked firmly.
"Enter."
The room was semi-dark, lamps lit only around the head of the huge bed. "Sir?"
"Yes, Michael, my boy, come in," the old man said from his pile of pillows.
Michael approached the bed, noting Laricon's gray pallor and weak smile. "I'm sorry that you're ill, sir. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Sit down," he said, waving toward the edge of the bed. "No, there's nothing. The tech said I'd improve in a couple of days. This is not unexpected."
Michael nodded. "We didn't know."
"You didn't know because I didn't want you to know. I suppose that was selfish of me, leaving my council to fend for themselves this way, but it is also proof in my confidence in you."
"Thank you, sir."
"Marsh will be here in just a few days. If I'm unable to meet with him, I want you to stand in my place."
Michael was surprised, but flattered. "Well, Roberto…"
"Roberto is a cock-sucking imbecile," Laricon stated viciously. "I don't know where we went wrong with him, but I can't dwell on that. If Irena's child had lived…" He sighed. "If Irena's child had lived, I'd ask the same of you as he'd only be an infant. But I feel you would have held it in trust for him as well as I might. As you would hold Laricon's safety for your own offspring."
Michael cleared his throat, somewhat embarrassed. The old man certainly had high expectations. "I will do what's right, sir. Of that you can be assured."
Laricon nodded weakly. "Roberto will not inherit. Sams knows this, and now you do, too."
"Let's not talk about you dying, sir," Michael suggested. It was pitiful to see the old man practically planning his own funeral. Ruthless and wrong-headed as Laricon was, this was not the way a strong man should meet his demise.
"I'll discuss it more with Sams then. I can see it makes you uncomfortable, my boy. But I wanted to make it clear that Roberto–"
"Roberto is already under house-arrest, sir. He was … obstreperous in the council meeting today and ended up firing a weapon. We thought it best if he–"
Laricon nodded. "Yes." He took a moment to catch his breath. "Sometimes, Michael, I wonder if he's really mine. His mother was a spare, you know."
"No, sir, I didn't know. But the paternity tests…"
"Yes, there were tests. Yes, tests. I forget sometimes." He was tiring.
"I'll go now, sir. You need to rest."
"I lied to him about you."
Michael sat back down. Obviously Laricon wasn't ready to stop talking. "I'm sorry, sir?"
"To Roberto. S
uggested to him that you had children of your own on The Farm. You should have, you know. You've been here four years."
"Why would you do that, sir? Why would Roberto care?"
Laricon shrugged, his shoulders looking slight and hunched amidst the bedclothes. "He's jealous of you. You are everything that he's not. Except for children. So, I made some up to try and push him."
Michael was ticked, but there was no point in showing it now. "Push him where, sir?"
"Into being what I want him to be." He sighed. "I'm an old fool for even trying."
Michael raked his hair back. "Well, what's done is done, sir. And–"
"Your little spare … what's her name?"
"Alyssa, sir."
"Fuck her hard and often, Michael. That's the way to put babies in them."
Michael forced a smile. "I will, sir."
"Good, good. I expect it of you. Now go. I'm tired."
"Yes, sir. Good night, sir."
There was no reply. Laricon had already fallen asleep.
***
Michael was relieved on one hand and bothered on another. It was good to know that he was cleared to deal with issues, and with Roberto, until Laricon recovered. The CS operation would go much more smoothly.
But he was reminded of a sticky issue he'd heretofore managed to avoid by luck and self denial. Over the last four years he'd carefully tried to minimize the potential for his women to become pregnant. On a long term assignment like this one, it was incumbent upon an agent to behave responsibly in this regard. Especially here, where initial med-scans of him made it impossible to hide any anti-fertility agents he might use. So, he'd taken women infrequently, and mainly for social functions. On those occasions, he'd tried to limit the activity to oral interactions, and, a few times, anal ones. But recently, he'd gotten sloppy. It was hard not to be pulled into the Lariconese mind-set and just let go. He'd been careless with both Alyssa and Nina.
He frowned as he realized, his gut churning, that even now either of the women could be pregnant with his baby.
The Federation Security units were still out in the field, fighting a mining war near Saturn's rings. They were supposed to have entered their mop-up phase and sent several ships here to Laricon to close up this operation. But, so far, CS had been hedging on when the ships would arrive. Any day now, they were saying, any day.
It was entirely possible that he'd have two pregnant consorts on his hands by the time they got here, and then what would he do after the operation was over?
It was time to get back on the comm with CS and push them to get him the hell outta here. Past time!
Chapter 12
The containers of food Michael had procured smelled wonderful as he put them down on the table near Nina's corner. It had become Nina's Corner since she hadn't moved from it the whole time Michael was gone – except for a quick trip to pee. And only then with Alyssa's sharp brown eyes following her there and back.
Her bottom was still awfully sore. She was certainly making up for a childhood free of spankings, she thought grimly.
Michael sat in the chair at the table, and Alyssa immediately took the serving place on his left, on the floor. Nina wasn't quite sure what to do.
"You eat over there in the corner," Michael supplied, seeing her confusion. "I don't think you've quite made up for your earlier behavior yet."
He prepared a plate and Alyssa delivered it to Nina, unsmiling. The girl was sweet enough not to be pleased by this continued punishment! Nina wondered if she would be so quick to forgive had the situation been reversed.
The food was good, and plentiful for once. The kitchen always fed the Masters well. Nina wolfed her dinner down and then had to spend the next half hour watching Alyssa and Michael eat. Alyssa would take the best tidbits from the plates and give them to Michael on her fingers. It seemed to Nina that Michael was dragging it out, licking Alyssa's fingers altogether too sensually. His smiles were frequent and easy. When the younger girl would giggle at something Michael said or did, the sound grated on Nina's nerves.
Eventually they were done and Michael stood and stretched. "Nina, clean up the table," he ordered.
Nina gritted her teeth so hard she thought she'd break them, but she went to the table and tidied up, stacking things on the maintenance bot's dumbwaiter to be picked up later. She went back to the corner, but before she could scrunch down uncomfortably, Michael spoke.
"Hold on, brat." He was sitting on the edge of the bed. Alyssa was kneeling behind him rubbing his shoulders. "Come over here." He pointed to the spot between his feet.
"Shall I crawl or walk, sir?" she couldn't help but ask.
He peaked a dark eyebrow. "Since you asked, crawl."
Stupid, stupid! she thought, crawling across the floor. Why can't I just shut up!
"I'm going to give you a choice, Nina. You may sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed or you may sleep on the bed with Alyssa and me. With one caveat."
"Caveat, sir?"
He nodded, his eyes spearing hers. "If you sleep with Alyssa and me, you will participate in our play as well."
Nina's full stomach lurched. Lariconese women had no compunction about threesomes and lesbian activities, but Nina was no such creature. Sure she found it sexy to watch – who wouldn't? But who was Michael to think he could just order her to do something like that! That was something a woman did because she wanted to, at least women from Earth.
Nina glared. It was no choice after all. "I guess I'll have to sleep on the floor. I have never given a girl head, and I will never do so on your order. Sir."
He nodded, seeing the fire in her eyes. "Your choice, Nina. Go wash up and try and get comfortable down there at the foot of the bed." He gestured. "The floor looks pretty hard and draughty to me."
She turned on her heel and went into the lavatory, slamming the door after her.
"Why is she being like that, sir?" Alyssa asked.
"She's making all kind of assumptions and decisions because she's angry, Alyssa. That's exactly what I'm trying to teach her not to do."
Alyssa shrugged her small shoulders in dismissal. "Pleasing you is a pleasure to me, sir. Can it not be her pleasure also?"
"Maybe it can. We'll see. Right now she doesn't know what she wants." Actually, he thought, I don't know where I want this to go either… Or, maybe I know but I'm just not ready to take that chance. He caught Alyssa's hands on his shoulders and turned to kiss each of her palms lightly. "In any case, she's only hurting herself this time. You and I get the whole bed!" He waggled his eyebrows and grinned suggestively and Alyssa giggled.
"Oh, sir, you are too good to me."
Nina came out of the lavatory. Oh sir, you are too good to me, she mouthed silently. Her nose wrinkled with distaste as she curled up on the floor.
"Let's take a shower," he said, pulling Alyssa behind him. The water showers were one of his favorite things on this moon. He took advantage of them often.
"Together, sir?" Alyssa asked, her eyes round but twinkling with mischief.
"Yep. Get me naked."
Giggling, Alyssa disrobed Michael quickly and pulled off her own robe, for once not taking the time to fold it up. Michael grabbed her by the waist and lifted her into his arms and they went, laughing, into the lavatory. He purposely did not close the door. Let Nina listen and stew, he thought.
The warm water felt marvelous, as did being soaped by a pretty girl. At first Alyssa protested when he started soaping her, too, but he made it clear that he was making a choice to do so for his own pleasure. She was quite cooperative after that.
Her small hands were all over him, bubbly and warm. He teased her nipples with slippery soap, but then got distracted by the touch of her hand on his erect member. She moved to his side and soaped his backside, slipping a finger into him while her other hand was still stroking his steel. He moaned with pleasure.
"Where did you learn that trick, baby?" His eyes were closed as the wonderful feeling built.
"I
hoped that you would like it as much as I do, sir," she hinted.
He laughed. "Oh, I like it." He moved her from his side and lifted her off her feet to pin her to the wall as the warm water fell on them in delicious streams. "Wrap your legs around me, honey." He slowly lowered her onto his hardness, watching her lovely face flush and her eyes close with pleasure.
He pressed her to the wall and began pumping in and out, slowly, so slowly. She moaned softly and tossed her head from side to side.
"Mmm, yes, this feels good," he said. While one hand was beneath her bottom holding her up, he slid the other around to tickle her bottom hole with a finger.
She moaned much louder and wriggled in his grasp.
He laughed, moving his hand back to holding her bottom more firmly. "No, honey, don't move or you'll fall down. Let me do this."
She was breathless and her voice was tight. "Yes, sir."
"Good girl." Balanced once again on his hand and against the wall, her little puckered bottom hole was available to him. He tickled it with a soapy finger again, and then began to press that finger against the sphincter.
Her pussy was pulsing around him, her moans sweet in his ear. He couldn't remember feeling so good … or perhaps only once before, when plasma charges were exploding nearby and the threat of death made every second a stolen moment and every pleasure their last one.
He kissed Alyssa deeply, forcing that memory away as he forced his thick finger past Alyssa's sphincter and two inches inside. She screamed with ecstasy, coming in tight, hard, waves encasing his engorged member. He speared her femininity harder and harder as she fell from the precipice of joy. And when he thought she'd almost come down, he moved his exploring finger deeper and wriggled it inside her. Up she went again, screaming and moaning and squeezing him so tight it almost hurt.
Finally he'd had enough, and he pinned her to the wall with a firm thrust, stretching her deeply as he flooded her with semen. He growled and moaned loudly.
She was sobbing with a combination of joy and pain from his deep thrusts. And when he'd stopped pulsing, he held her in his arms and kissed the tears off her face.
"Ah, Alyssa," he murmured in her hair. "You're so small. I hurt you, didn't I?"
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