EXCERPT They were standing in a small dark room, filled with red cushions Ahmed was
sitting on one of the cushions, looking quite comfortable, wearing the little
square hat she had seen in her dream, and a robe that was much heavier. A much
larger man, balding and bearded, was sitting across from him. He was wearing
denim shorts that revealed knobby knees, and a coarse short sleeved shirt opened
to reveal a large belly and a chest covered with curly reddish hair. The two of
them seemed to be smoking from a tub of water in between them, but the other man
lost his mouthpiece as he exploded in laughter, seeing them.
“Well,” he said, more seriously, “I’m sure you’ll fit right in, dressed like
that.” He was speaking Archaic, without much accent. “Take that shit off and
toss it back through.” Something about his tone made them do it without
question. “We’ll find you some clothes,” he added, then eyes widening as he
really saw them for the first time, he added, “eventually. I’m Frank,” he
added, coming over to offer his hand. He stood too close to them, rubbing his
belly against their bare flesh, and Sarah could sense the hardness within those
faded denim shorts.
“Beauties be they,” he whispered to Ahmed, thinking they would not hear or
understand. “Pretty too much, by half, be they. Hiding hard is, when pretty
so”
“Can you change the hair, the eyes?” Ahmed answered more loudly in Archaic.
The other man whispered in his ear too quietly for them to hear, and left the
room.
“We have a problem,” Ahmed said, “a small problem.”
“Only a small one?” Sarah answered. “That would be an improvement.” She
flopped down on Frank’s vacated cushion and tried the pipe. The smoke was cool
and sweet, like the little cigarettes she loved, but even more soothing. “You
know,” she added, “it’s really chilly in here. Don’t you think we could have
some clothes for a change?”
“That is part of the problem.” Ahmed sighed. “Somehow, I am under
suspicion.”
“I can’t imagine why,” Sarah smirked.
“It is not an amusing thing. My credit has been suspended. Frank can provide
us with new identities, passes for the transit system, clothing, enough credit
to survive for a while.”
“That’s good.” Noah said. He had arranged himself next to Sarah and was taking
turns at the pipe. “So what’s the problem?”
“He requires something in return,” Ahmed said. “My lady, please, do not be
offended. Do not kill Frank. He is our only hope of getting out of here.”
“He wants to fuck me,” Sarah sighed. “Why would I be surprised?”
“No, my lady.” Ahmed paused, “please, promise me you will not be offended. He
wants to,” he struggled with the word, “how do you say it, fuck, he wants to
fuck Noah.”
“What?” Sarah was starting to glow again.
“There is more,” Ahmed said. “Frank has assistants. He owes them money.”
“How many?” Sarah asked. She had cooled off again. Her tone was very
businesslike.
“Five,” Ahmed sighed.
“All for Noah?”
“No, my lady. Some for you, some for him, some for both.”
“And you just found out about this?” Sarah’s tone was sharper now.
“No, my lady,” Ahmed said. “There has been planning for some time.
Preparations needed to be made,” he stumbled to a halt.
“You’ve promised us to them?” Sarah hissed.
“Yes, my lady.”
“And if we back out?”
“They will kill us,” Ahmed said. “Or, more likely, you will kill them first.
In either case we will not be leaving this station.”
“Open up the wormhole,” Sarah said.
“My lady, it is too dangerous now.”
“Can you open it just for viewing?”
“Yes.”
“Do that.”
“Never mind,” Noah said. He had been sitting numbly all this time, trying to
let things sink in. “I’ll do it.”
“You know what they are asking,” Ahmed said.
“Yes, of course I know.”
“Here,” Frank was giving each of them a tablet, “here are some consent forms
you need to sign.”
“Consent forms?” Noah echoed.
“You need to agree that you are of legal age and that you are doing this of
your own free will. They are old enough?” he asked Ahmed. “They sure don’t
look it.”
“I have records,” Ahmed said. “I can prove how old they are. They’re just a
little late reaching puberty. Not unusual for Seedlings, from what I’ve read.
I’ll have to sign also,” he added, “as their guardian.”
“You’re telling me we’re old enough to fuck, but not old enough to sign a
contract?”
“Eighteen,” Frank sighed. “It’s a great age. You can fuck and you can fight,
but you can’t drink yet. Who wants to do either of the other two sober?”
“What? You’re worried about legalities now?” Sarah mocked. She didn’t even
bother to read what she was signing. Maybe she should have. As soon as she had
signed though, three men came into the room. Two of them grabbed her, pinning
her arms and picking her up off her feet, and the other one and Frank did the
same to Noah. Before they could realize what was happening to them, hoods were
placed over their heads, and their hands and feet were bound together behind
them. She was picked up then, and carried, one set of hands on her shoulders,
the other on her knees, dangling her sideways and bumping her head against the
wall now and then. That lasted for what seemed like a long time, probably no
more than a minute or so, and she was dumped onto a very hard floor. Many hands
held her as she was unshackled, pulled up onto her knees by her hair, and forced
over a padded railing. She could feel her legs being put into padded clamps
behind her. Her head was forced down until her shoulders touched another
railing, and when she tried to raise it, it bumped into something hard. Her
arms were free for the moment, but then rough hands grabbed them and forced them
into cuffs.
The hood was yanked off of her head. She was in a room full of mirrors. The
walls, ceiling, and floor were all mirrored, except for a few strips of padding
for her knees. Noah was next to her, facing the other direction, similarly
trussed up. Frank was standing behind him, not quite ready for action. “I
wonder if he can even see his penis” she muttered to herself, looking at how it
was obscured by his ample belly. “Maybe that’s why he needs all those
mirrors.”
“What are you looking at bitch?” He snarled, and approached her, hiding the
mirror in front of her, pressing his belly into the top of her head.
“Careful be,” a voice behind her said, “bite might she. That would not ye
want, nay?” There were guffaws of laughter. A hand reached from behind and
forced her mouth open, and something was slid into it that covered her teeth and
kept them apart. Frank started to rub himself between her lips, then as he
hardened, forced himself deeper and deeper into her mouth, until she was
gagging. He held himself that way too long, then withdrew at last. “Like that,
bitch?” he snarled, but she could not reply.
Frank now turned his attention to Noah, who had been watching with a mixture of
horror and fascination. With all the mirrors, Noah could see exactly what was
happening as the conical tip of flesh worked its way into him. Don’t make it
any worse than it has to be, he thought to himself, and he tried to relax, but
Frank was a lot bigger than the lizards, and not a bit interested in being
gentle. Each stroke was more painful than the last, and Frank did not seem to
be in a hurry. He was working away, his belly flailing around to slap Noah on
the back, sweating so hard that Noah was soaked from it. Noah was fighting back
tears. He was, incongruously, erect, as he could see very clearly in the
mirrors, pulsing with each stroke, and mixed with the pain was an intense,
overwhelming, unfulfilled desire.
“Does that hurt?” Frank snarled, down with his considerable weight so that Noah
was gasping for air.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Noah decided then to use some of his new found powers to prepare a little
surprise. That thing Sarah had done with her finger, could he do it with his
rectum? A shock, properly timed. He concentrated on that, dulling the pain for
a minute, then discharged.
“Oh my God!” Frank said, “holy shit!” He climaxed violently, flooding Noah
with electric fluid, and that made Noah ejaculate also, hanging out in the
middle of nowhere, splattering the floor and wall in front of him.
“Hey boy,” Frank was kissing his sweaty back, caressing his loins with
calloused fingers, “hey boy, that was special. Who’s next?” he called out.
Five men of varying ages and physiques, all naked, came gingerly into the
room.
“Wow,” one of them said, shaking his head, “right this is not.” He looked down
at Sarah, who was sobbing incoherently, choking on the gag in her mouth. “Not
right at all.” He took off the gag, and she gasped for air. “Children they be,
little children.”
“Legal, they be. Deal we had,” Frank said. “As promised they be. Even more
lovely,” he stroked Noah’s buttocks, reached down to cup his testicles. “Look,”
he added, “she’s got tits. Sort of.”
“This was not our bargain!” Sarah sobbed. “Sex, okay, but not rape! We never
agreed to be tied up like this!”
“Yes you did,” Frank said, “it was in the contract you signed.”
“Like this do not,” another of the new men said. “In other room, why not?”
“Equipment here,” said Frank.
“Filming you are?” the man said wide-eyed. Sarah realized that all the mirrors
were one way, and she started to giggle in the midst of her tears.
“Yes,” Frank said. “Part of deal. Read contract.” At this point Sarah burst
out laughing.
“Funny you think it is?” Frank snarled. “Eat your boyfriend’s shit.” And he
started to shove his penis into her mouth, forgetting that the gag had been
removed, but one of the other men hit him, knocking him back against the mirror.
The whole room quivered, making Sarah, already gagging, feel very seasick.
“Deal we have not,” the men murmured, and began to leave.
“Wait,” Sarah said. If they walked out, she and Noah were stranded on this
station, in this room, with nowhere to go. “We’ll keep our part of the bargain.
Just let us out of these stupid restraints.”
“Not here”, one of the men said. “Back in the lounge.”
They freed up the two Seedlings, and they all went back out into the other
room. Sarah knelt before the man who had been most vocal, a thin man with grey
hair, skinny legs, and an improbably large penis. She kissed it tenderly,
licking it until it stirred, then took it deep within her mouth, as deep as
Frank had thrust, but gently, on her own terms. He took a handful of hair, not
pulling hard, but enough to control her, and began to move against her, fucking
her in the mouth, testing to see how far she would let him go.
She felt something behind her, and she raised her buttocks and spread her legs.
Something soft and cool was pressed against her rectum, delicately tracing its
contours. It hardened, and began to probe, gently at first, and then with
unexpected sharpness. She wished that the mirrors were there so that she could
see what was happening. The man in her mouth was increasingly urgent, and it
was hard to feel both things at the same time. She realized dimly that
something else was happening, a tongue perhaps searching for her clitoris. Her
mouth was filled too deep with flesh, then suddenly she was choking on chalky
goo. She could look down then, to see that a third man was beneath her, having
worked his way in between two pairs of legs to lie on his back and reach up to
lick her. He slid further forward now, and pulled her down on top of him,
penetrating her, but not trying to move within her. She climaxed immediately,
and at each stroke to her anus. When he did start to move, the sensation was so
intense that she almost fainted. “Does that hurt?” he asked. “Do you want me
to stop?”
“No,” she gasped, and kissed him, filling his mouth with sperm, tasting herself
on his tongue. He came then, and the last man also. They collapsed into a
giggling heap.
She looked over to see what had happened to the others. Noah was on his arms
and knees, with the other two men at each end, but none of them were doing much.
They had all been paying more attention to what they were seeing than to what
they were doing. Time, she thought to herself, is running out. Poor Noah
looked so pitiful, mouth stuffed, ass stuffed, dangling at half mast. Poor
baby, she thought, and bumped along the rug on her back until her head was
beneath him, then reached up to put his penis in her mouth. He thrust down into
her, and came immediately. A hand grabbed her hair, another rolled him out of
the way, and the man who had been behind her pulled himself into her mouth.
Taste your boyfriend’s shit, she heard Frank’s sneer, and she thought she was
going to vomit, but in fact it didn’t taste like anything, it tasted, if
anything, like one of those little hot dogs. This man had seen what the other
one had been doing, fucking her face, and he wanted to try it too, grabbing her
hair with both hands behind the ears, ramming his pubic bone against her teeth.
I’m going bite, she thought, I’m going to bite it off, but just the brush of her
teeth was enough to end it.
The man who had been in Noah’s mouth was behind her now, and he had a little
rhythm going, two in one hole, two in the other, over and over, at the same
steady pace. This wasn’t going to end any time soon. Noah came over to kiss
her, but there was too much semen dripping off of her lips. He kissed her on
the forehead, then leaned his own forehead against hers. They made contact
again, in that secret, cyborg way, as they had just before leaving the Compound.
This isn’t getting anywhere, she signalled. Do something to speed things up.
What, he asked, do you want me to do? Lick his balls, lick his butt (she could
sense a shudder of revulsion from him), fuck him, I don’t care. Just get it
over with.
He crawled away, and she felt a sudden increase in pressure, then none.
Finally, she thought in relief, then, to her horror, someone was grabbing her
hair. Oh my God, she thought franticly, her own shit this time, and there was
an awful spicy taste like something she had eaten at the wedding reception, and
Noah was behind the man, pounding hard into him, and that shoved him into her,
and it lasted forever. Finally, the man came, but he didn’t soften, he didn’t
let go, and Noah kept going another minute or two. Finally he broke off, and
she extricated herself. “Okay,” she said, trying to contain the nausea, “you’ve
had your fun. It’s time for you to hold up your side of the bargain.”
“Seconds, no?” one of them said. He looked alarmingly ready.
“Work first,” she answered.
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Children`s Fiction
Erotica Fiction
