Adventures of Aurora Chapter 29-05
By Janissa, MikeJ, and Tex Beethoven
Inspired by Sharon Best
(Last Revision: 1-Mar-97)
I sighed with relief as Sh’Lyra strode suddenly from her private chambers, intent on the voice from her personal communicator. I glanced at Fairchild who was laying where her Mistress had dumped her, silently weeping. Our Mistress Sh’Lyra was superb at keeping her favorite slave right on the edge of sexual gratification, never allowing her to climax, never allowing her any rest from her constant desire, from her constant tension. Fairchild’s frustration had long since reached the stage where sex had nothing to do with enjoyment, where the mighty Velorian Protector had sunk to a state where her entire existence centered around this great insurmountable need for release that went on and on forever. Her desire had been growing for a seeming eternity, with no satisfaction in sight. Even Sh’Lyra’s departure from the room offered no hope, since her bonds prevented her from playing with herself, and her fellow slaves were forbidden even to touch her. If the role of a Dominitrix was to achieve such mastery over a slave that the slave felt worshipfully dependent on her Mistress for the slightest pleasure, then Sh’Lyra was the best I’d ever seen!
But Sh’Lyra was MY Mistress as well, if only because I’d given my word, and I wasn’t going to cross her. Deciding that Fairchild would at least survive the experience, I stepped over to my friend Vixen and stroked her leg, establishing the physical contact necessary for Vixen’s own unique and hidden method of communication, the one she had decided to share with me, and only with me. “Are you OK little one?” I thought, smiling for the first time that day.
“My Mistress, what are you doing? Please don’t touch me GENTLY! If you don’t continue whipping me, Mistress Sh’Lyra will be displeased with you, and you’ll never become a Dom.”
“Relax my sweet Vixen, Sh’Lyra has left. As you know, my Arion vocabulary needs a little work, but from what I gathered, the ship is being attacked and a battle is about to take place.” Lightly swatting her rear I smiled and added, “And don’t call me Mistress.”
“Ok Mistress, then how about letting me down, Mistress?” she thought hopefully.
I sighed again, “Vixen, you’re impossible! You’re the only person I have ever met who can smirk at me while she’s wearing a gag and a hood.” More somberly, I added another thought to her, “Sorry Vixen, I can’t let you go just yet. I know you think that I’m being terminally honest, and that my time under Sh’Lyra is now up, but unfortunately, I do have about 10 hours to go yet. This ship’s days are shorter than normal days.”
Vixen, partly in exasperation and partly in admiration replied, “Mistress, you are the impossible one and I love you for it. So can you at least take my hood off? If anyone questions you, you can honestly say that since I speak fluent Arion you need me available to translate for you in the emergency.”
“Good Idea,” I thought as I walked around to Vixen’s head. As I began to remove her hood, Vixen noticeably relaxed in her bonds. She smiled impishly at me once I removed her isolation hood and ball gag. As she opened her mouth to say something, I followed a sudden impulse and kissed her. Thrills shot through us both as our minds seemed to kiss deeply and passionately while our actual lips touched only lightly. Giving in to our sudden emotions, we allowed our bodies to start to catch up to where our thoughts and emotions had already raced far ahead. Her tongue crossed mine as I explored her sweet mouth, and my emotions soared. Our kiss seemed to last forever. With one hand I cupped and played with her breasts, and she moaned into my open mouth until she was carried away with emotion and a climax stole her breath away.
Bringing myself back under control with some effort I broke off the kiss. As I caressed her cheek I thought, “Vixen, I know you want us to escape now, but I can’t break my word. Never fear, we will have other opportunities.”
Vixen snorted and replied “I don’t know who’s more stubborn, you or a donkey.” At my mock frown at her she smiled sweetly. Our teasing play was interrupted by the voice of a female Arion giving a crisp fast announcement over what must have been an intercom. The announcement made Vixen tense up within her bonds. At my questioning look she used her sweet voice and explained, “the ship is being attacked and we have been ordered to report immediately to the emergency PODs. I don’t know if you’re going to love this or hate this, my Mistress, but if those PODs are launched, it looks very much like we’ll be ORDERED to escape, by nobody less than Sh’Lyra herself! So talk yourself out of THAT one!” Touché! She grinned impishly at my own rueful smile.
Since she was absolutely correct, and the orders DID require an immediate response, I decided to rip her bonds apart instead of wasting time trying to decipher the complex buckle arrangement. I grasped the strap on her left wrist with my right hand, and bracing myself on the X-frame, I pulled. I grunted, as the straps were tougher than they looked. The muscles on my right forearm swelled up as my fingers dug into the strap, accidentally breaking my gold slave bracelet. Vixen gave me a funny look as she stared at the ends of the three foot golden chain now dangling from my left wrist. “Diana,” she whispered in a hushed tone, “just how strong ARE you?! No Arion or even a Velorian is able to break a GOLD wrist band like that!”
I simply finished freeing her from the X-frame in silence. Unlike Velorians and Arions, my strength was not inhibited by gold in the least, and I felt rather guilty for not informing my sworn Mistress Sh’Lyra of this fact when she had bound me with it, obviously believing that the gold would be effective against me. Further, I had even pretended weakness! I was guilty of deceit through silence and play acting, even if I was innocent of actual verbal falsehoods. I had managed to justify my deceit on the grounds that Sh’Lyra hadn’t actually asked me, and that all was fair in war. But I still felt very uncomfortable. But I had NO obligation to explain my actions to Vixen, so I simply ignored her question.
Once Vixen’s limbs were free I slapped her on her bottom and said, “Get up and let’s get out of here. Who knows, the Fates may be kind to us.” Wasting no time, I crossed the room to Fairchild, who was still lying where Sh’Lyra had tossed her. I was startled to see that Fairchild had fallen peacefully asleep. She was still heavily manacled in gold, and obviously infused with Orgone. I didn’t dare touch her with my bare skin or I would risk becoming contaminated with that evil energy and so aroused I wouldn’t be able to think clearly. Grasping only the gold chains fastening her wrist and ankles together, I picked her off the floor.
Suddenly in the mood to sing, I chanted softly to myself in the style of an ancient plain-song, “What a miracle from the Gods and Goddesses that this space vessel is attacked! Everything in turmoil, my ignoble servitude to Sh’Lyra almost past! With fortune blowing our way, we shall soon be gone from this place of evil and find our freedom.” I paused for a moment, trying to imagine the Terran Enya singing such a song. Oh well, nobody ever said a Wondrous Woman had to be a pop star. So what if I enjoyed Gregorian chants? Facing Vixen I asked, “Ok Vixen, how do we find these PODs?”
“Well Mistress, I am not really sure, it’s the Doms’ job to take care of us normal slaves. Let’s go see if we can find anyone. If we can’t find the PODs, well, there’s always Sh’Lyra’s private airlock. If you’re strong enough you can burst right through the bubble and it’ll seal again behind you. But there’s only empty space beyond.”
“Oh, no! It’s space suits again. I hate those. No shuttles, right? Can you fly?”
“No, Mistress, I can’t. And no shuttles, at least I don’t think so. They all went when you and the others disrupted the event at the Arena and got away before. But there are some space suits in a locker right near the Mistress’ airlock. Some of the more nervous cleaning staff use them ‘cause they don’t want to get swept out into space without protection if Sh’Lyra uses it unexpectedly.”
“Well I would prefer not to use a space suit if at all possible.” I noticed that Vixen was getting nervous and trying her best not to show it to me. “Okay, let’s get out of here and find out where a POD is located. Lead the way, Vixen.” As Vixen stepped in front of me I swatted her on the rear, hard enough to make her yelp. “And don’t call me Mistress.”
Smiling from ear to ear she seemed to relax. “Yes MISTRESS!!”
With my bottom pleasantly tingling from my dark-haired Mistress’ stinging touch, we left Sh’Lyra’s private den. To my surprise her main boudoir was empty. Carrying Fairchild, Diana followed me into the main passageway just in time to glimpse the backsides of some slaves running away from us down the corridor. At Diana’s urging, we jogged down the corridor after them. I hoped the slaves knew where they were going, because as we entered a part of the ship I had never been allowed in, I quickly became lost. Several minutes later we rounded a corner and almost slammed into the rumps of several kneeling slaves.
We had entered a long room, about 30 feet wide and several hundred feet long. The left hand wall was composed of metal cylinders about four feet wide. Each cylinder had a heavy metal door on it. Written above the door were the words “Personnel Orbiting Devices.” These were the PODs. We were at the rear of a group of 20 or so slaves, led by Sh’Lyra’s head Dom Janee. Loud punk rock music was playing from a small table set up in the middle of the room, and I noticed my Mistress grimace at the discordant sounds. Standing in front of the slaves were two obviously drunken Arion Males. I gasped, I knew them. These were very ugly, very cruel Arion Prime Space Marines. In the past, several of us slaves had been forced to service them as punishment when we had been particularly naughty.
In a deep guttural voice the biggest one said “Kneel bitches, me and my friend are gonna personally fuck each one a’ you.” I fell my high spirits drop, as slaves I knew we had no choice but to obey. And if one of their male organs penetrated my virginal Mistress, her gifted life would be ruined forever! Desperately, I tried to think of a way to get out of this mess.
Janee nervously answered, “Masters, we are proceeding to the PODs as we have been ordered.”
Grunting like a pig, the large one struck Janee with the big slab on the end of his arm. She slammed into the wall and slid down to the floor, limp and hurt. I glanced at my Amazon Princess, who was trying very hard to appear brave. Nobody had ever exactly said what the consequences would be if an Amazon Princess ‘knew’ a man, but perhaps that was because they were indescribable! It was up to me! Swallowing, my fear making my throat dry, I shouted, “Wait Masters, why should you settle for second best?” Fearing I would never see the green surface of a planet again, I walked as sexily as I could up to the men. Licking my lips as if these were the sexiest hunks I’d ever seen, I continued, “Masters, I am the best girl here at pleasing men, and I can prove it. Let the others go and I will love you like…”
I was interrupted by the smaller one. He grasped my upper arms and crushed me to him. “Enough stupid talk! Fuck now!” His smelly breath washed over me, making me feel instantly corrupted as his hard chest smashed my soft breasts. I tried not to gag and to appear welcoming as his tongue entered my mouth and probed me. I closed my eyes as the larger one crudely grasped my bottom and with one large dirty hand spread my legs. I started to pray that Diana and the others would get away when suddenly the large one was ripped away from me. A sound like steel hitting steel echoed throughout the hall. The small brutish one dropped me and started to yell “What the fuck are…” when I felt something whistle over my head. Again the sound of steel hitting steel rang out in the room.
I opened my eyes just in time to see the Prime who had just been that far from entering me smash head first into the wall, his head punching though the tough metal. Looking up, I saw my Mistress release Fairchild’s ankles and grasp her chains. Diana smiled at me “are you all right?”
“Yes Mistress, what happened?”
With a slight smile she replied, “I hit them with my Velorian baseball bat.” Then she frowned at me and added, “My pledge of honor is to Sh’Lyra, not to swine like these. If you ever do that again I will spank you until you can’t sit down for a week.”
I grinned impishly back at her. “Is that a promise, Mistress?”
She smiled back at me in mock cruelty, showing me her teeth. “No. You’d enjoy it too much.”
Without waiting for any further reply she turned and took charge of the room. Upon being told that the objects on the left wall were the PODs we had all been ordered into, she quickly had all of the slaves pair off and enter them. Since Janee was still dazed, I helped Bequet get her into the first POD. With a grin Bequet hugged and kissed me on the cheek and climbed into the POD with Janee, her own mistress.
As I ran over to Diana I felt tremendous pride in my Mistress. She was helping all of the slaves get into their PODS, not outwardly concerned with her own safety until all the others were safe. Without thinking about my actions I picked up the whip Janee had dropped and carried it to my Mistress. I gasped and shook just a little when I realized that this was one of Sh’Lyra’s special whips. Before I could give it to her, other ship’s personnel rushed into the room and began forcing their way into the PODS. Diana ordered me to help her load the few remaining slaves, so I wrapped the whip around my middle several times and tied it off like a belt. After all the other slaves were loaded, Diana ushered all three of us into a POD.
It was a tight fit, Diana placed Fairchild on the floor and me right on top of her. Diana tried not to step on us, but she really had no choice but to clamber right on top of us. I ended up with my face inches from my Mistress’ sex. I shivered as Fairchild’s soft silky skin rubbed against me. I could feel the Orgone energy surging into me as my bare skin touched and rubbed against the fully charged Velorian slave, and immediately I couldn’t hold myself still.
Knowing Diana’s penchant for claustrophobia, I thought to myself, “I know that my Mistress won’t like the tight confines of this small POD, so I will give her a slight distraction.” Thinking “a slave’s work is never done,” and smiling at my duty, I moved my head just the few inches necessary and started to kiss and stroke Diana’s thighs and her soft nether lips. When her sweet lips moistened and parted, my tongue joyfully accepted the open invitation and entered her; before long my ears were treated to the sounds of my lovely Amazon Mistress crying out loud, as she shuddered constantly in time to my strong busy tongue as I quickly brought her to orgasm after orgasm. What a nice way to pass the time!
So nice, in fact, that neither one of us felt the POD launch into space. Sometime later, after we were weightless, Diana grasped my hair and forced me to stop for a minute. I could barely think, Fairchild was dreaming the most erotic dreams about lascivious activities between herself and Sh’Lyra directly into my own head, and in spite of the pleasure I was having with my Mistress, by now I was shivering uncontrollably with desire. As soon as Diana let my hair go, my forehead again returned to rest against her stomach, and once again my mouth started to kiss and lick her sweet smelling sex, making sweet love to my Amazon Princess.
I heard Diana gasp at the touch of my tongue, and distracted from her claustrophobic feelings, she turned her head to look out the small porthole. She suddenly gasped and became all business as she flexed her muscles. With so much skin touching, I could see through her eyes, and I knew she was using her limited flying powers to push the POD towards the earth.
“Vixen, I need to concentrate, please stop that now! ” Diana thought at me. Sighing in frustration, using every ounce of self control, I turned my attention to Fairchild. So much of my bare skin was in contact with her, with her Orgone energy and with her erotic dreams, that I was helpless to resist my own urges. Thinking “I was never any good at denying myself pleasure anyway,” I squirmed around until I was able to put my head between Fairchild’s legs. As I succumbed to my own desires, to her dreams, and to that irresistible green Orgone energy, my last rational thought was “It’s a good thing I can hold my breath for a long time.”
Struggling to maintain a steady pressure on the fragile hull of the POD, I pushed it gently and steadily towards the earth. Biting my lip, I concentrated on ignoring the constant sensual rubbing against my bare legs. “Don’t think of a green elephant, Diana. Yeah, right.” It was very obvious that Vixen was very affected by the Orgone being transferred to her from Fairchild, and I found her sensuous touch and her uncensored visions and fantasies very distracting, even though she was now concentrating her attentions on Fairchild instead of myself. I was rather concerned about Fairchild misusing her strength, since she was obviously in total thrall to Sh’Lyra, and might even wreck the POD either by accident or in a frantic attempt to rejoin her Mistress, but fortunately she was still incoherent and writhing ineffectually and passionately in her gold manacles. Vixen’s constant gasps and moans synchronized with the most powerful sexual visions Vixen was sending to me. It took all of my considerable will power and Amazon training to resist the influence of the Orgone, and to continue pushing this POD towards the
Earth instead of joining with my friends in their passionate activities. I couldn’t help but to glance down from time to time, and each time I did, I could see flashing green lightning tickle and play along every exposed inch of skin on Vixen, Fairchild, and even my own bare legs.
As we approached the Earth, I recalled Kara mentioning once that Fairchild had a home in Hawaii. Since I had no better plan, no orders from my Mistress except, ironically, to escape from the R&R Ship, and since I felt my own self-control dwindling rapidly, I decided just to get down to earth as quickly as I could, and head for Hawaii. I was afraid that if I let my guard down for even a moment, I was going to throw caution and safety to the winds and throw myself into the athletic sex these two minxes at my feet were still enjoying.
Sick with worry about her friend and lover Aurora, Laura had spent endless hours fruitlessly looking for her in space. Even before she and Diana had mounted their joint rescue attempt on the R&R ship, she had been worn out from her many days of very intense efforts helping with the rescue and relief missions for the military. While working with the military during the massive emergency reaction to the nuclear explosion caused by Kirrin, she had very little rest. After she had recovered from Sh’Lyra knocking her out and sending her plummeting toward earth, she drove herself even harder trying to find her Aurora. After all that time and all that bravery, to have been that close and then waking up with her lover gone again… It was appalling! Several long days in space later, she finally admitted defeat and flew back to Hawaii hoping that Chris knew something.
“Finally,” she thought as she arrived over her home. Laura landed in their back yard hard, her shapely ankles sinking into the hard soil and causing the Scotch in Chris’ hand to slosh out of the tumbler. Laura could tell he was just a little pie-eyed as he looked up from his lawn chair at her.
“LAURA!” he shouted, leaping to his feet. Chris stared intently into her eyes, obviously looking for any sign of good news. After a long, still moment, she shook her head sadly at him and watched his shoulders slump in defeat.
“God, he looks terrible, I had forgotten that he loves her as much as I do. As a man of action, he must really be taking this hard.” There was nothing to say, so she said the first thing that came into her head, trying to blink back her tears: “Chris, I need a hug. Oh my God, you big lug, I can’t find Fair anyplace, and you’re the first friendly face I’ve seen in days!”
Falling into each others arms they both began to cry as they sank to the ground, their arms around each other’s waists. Laura was not sure who started what, but suddenly they started to kiss, their hugs becoming tender embraces.
Laura, wanting and needing comfort and love, allowed Chris to take the lead this time. For his part, Chris was not as drunk as he seemed: he was more tired than anything else. Knowing he could not really help in the search for Fairchild, he had thrown himself into the task of helping all the slaves they had managed to liberate. He was thankful that the Martins had agreed to work for him. Sue especially had turned out to be a very effective councilor, knowing the ins and outs of Arion slave training, and having a keen intelligence and strong independent side. After several phone calls they had hidden the women on an estate owned by a friend of the Martins. Chris also used his various contacts to hire two very discreet and trusted psychologists that Aurora had helped in the past. Both Doctor Adams Lee and Doctor Sara McLean jumped at the chance to work with actual extraterrestrial aliens. The two doctors, with Sue’s help, had set about the task of interviewing every single woman, and helping that woman adjust to earth society. Chris intended to offer a job at The New Woman to every single woman. They may not be blonde Velorian beauties, but Arions compared very favorably indeed to the best that Earth had to offer.
Fortunately the owner of the estate would not be back for over six months. Since the nuclear explosion Chris had given a lot of thought to security and had secretly bought a small island close to the equator in the Pacific Ocean. Several days ago he had started the process of having a little known construction company build several buildings on the island. While the doctors and Sue had worked, Chris had introduced Martin to the project and asked if Martin would become the Project Director. Martin had readily agreed, and using some of the wealth from Aurora’s company, had hired several additional contractors and flew to the island. Chris intended to house the women on the island as soon as the facilities were built, and to use it as a secret headquarters for Aurora and Laura.
Chris also had to deal with the disposition of two working space shuttles and the defecting Arion pilots. The first thing Martin did was to disable the tracking device all shuttles had, hoping that Sh’Lyra wouldn’t be able to locate them. Chris decided to keep the best shuttle for the island, which Martin flew. The other shuttle he decided to give away to the Military. Still a kid at heart, Chris decided to sneak one of the shuttles onto Vandenburg Air Force Base on the coast of California. A very large Military base mostly used by the Space Command and of which the public was kept largely in ignorance. Not wishing to take a chance on whether or not the Arions had an agent hidden on the base, he secreted the spacecraft in one of the many adjoining canyons with a note that read, “To the people of earth, a gift from Aurora and her friends.” Getting the two Arion pilots jobs with a friend of his proved to be easy compared to the rest of his tasks.
That night he called Katarina and told her about the craft and its location. If anyone on this planet could keep it safe, it was her elite Black Ops company of men and women warriors with their high tech weapons. He also hinted that he had five very strong women that really wanted to work for her, but required her help in becoming legal US citizens. Kat was not all that excited about his offer until he added that each of them could bench press a Buick, two were definitely not human, all of them spoke fluent Arion, and they all used to be slaves and hated their former masters. In exchange he wanted the U.S. intelligence departments to try to cooperate with him just a little bit rather than behaving as if he was their enemy.
As the week wore on, the various tasks of establishing Terran identities for the Arions and in general taking care of the ex-slaves kept his mind off of Fairchild’s fate, but as time went on he became increasingly distraught. On the fourth day an innocent phone call from Doctor McLean really made him worry about Aurora. It was the opinion of both psychologists and Sue that 17 of the women, three of them not even human, could not cope with being anything but slaves. After a short pause the Doctor continued that in her opinion it might or might not be possible to change their outlook, but even if it were, it would take a lot of time. To compound the problem, the doctor continued, the slaves, for lack of better lay terminology, appeared to require owners. With no clear Mistress their health suffered and judging it to be in their best interests, she assigned each of the slaves to a Mistress. So after interviewing over thirty of the mentally stronger women (all ex-slaves and not necessarily the strongest ones physically) she had assigned one slave to each of the best women.
After the doctors’ report he could not get the image of Aurora being a slave out of his mind. She and all other Velorians had been bred specifically to be suitable willing consorts to the Ancient Ones. Was it possible that a strong overbearing Mistress could reactivate such deep tendencies in his lover that she would also sink to the same state as these other seventeen?! This newest worry began nagging at him so severely that finally Sue had decided that he had become too depressed and physically tired to do any good, and even though he was supposed to be in charge, she had ordered him to go home and sleep. Chris surprised her by not arguing.
All during the flight home he had not been able to rest. He knew he looked like hell as for the last 72 hours he had been unable to sleep or even bring himself to eat. Once home, trying to relax with a drink or two, he was quietly laying on a lawn chair, trying his best to get a little drunk, which was not proving to be very easy due to his mutated body.
Seeing Laura standing nude in front of him, herself exhausted and obviously very discouraged, drove home to him that Aurora was very possibly lost from them for good. Holding her crying form proved to be too much for him. When he first kissed her he felt a little guilty for making love to Laura while Fairchild was still missing. But her all too familiar human touch, added to the love and compassion he already felt for this woman, plus his own need to do something, anything, overwhelmed his good sense. He kissed her again and again, his lips kissing first her lips, then traveling up to her eyes to kiss away the tears and then back to her lips. At first their lovemaking consisted of tender light touches and sweet kisses.
“Chris,” Laura whispered.
Sensing her need, Chris used all of his considerable strength to force her to lay back onto the soft thick green grass. He kissed her deeply until she was panting with excitement. Using one strong hand to rip his own clothes off, he firmly squeezed her breasts with the other, knowing he could not hurt this superwoman even with all of his strength. Using a trick he had recently perfected, he vibrated his thumb, constantly rubbing her large nipple with several hundred pounds of force. Having had no sexual release for over three weeks now, Laura, always an active woman, was surprised at how sensitive her nipples were proving to be. Arching her back into the air, she groaned as her nipples grew very stiff. Her large nipples, now almost two inches long and an inch thick, immediately became a target for Chris’ mouth. His jaws worked furiously as he licked, sucked, and bit her sensitive flesh with all of his strength.
Pressing his now naked form firmly against hers, his cock now massive and painfully hard, he began trying to overcome her super muscles and spread her legs. “Take me as hard as you can, babe,” she whispered as she spread her own legs, relaxing her lower body, allowing him to take charge. Chris reached down with one hand and spread her lower lips while she guided the head of his cock into herself. Laura placed her heels against his rock hard ass. Using all of his strength aided by the strength of her legs, he overcame the mighty pressures of her labial muscles and plunged his entire length into her.
Moaning in pleasure, she helped him move within her until she could no longer control her own muscles. Her vaginal walls spasmed and trapped his cock within her as they both climaxed together.
Exhausted, Chris fell asleep right after kissing her one last time. Laura smiling, thought, “Just like a man, no staying power. ”Suddenly melancholy again, she looked up into the dark blue sky whispering “Damn it, I miss her so badly, please, please, let her be safe.” The beautiful sunset had no appeal for her today.
Something not quite right caught her eye, a shooting star had suddenly appeared in the twilight sky. As she watched, it changed its direction of flight. Narrowing her eyes, her remarkable vision allowed her to make out a large pill-shaped object in the center of a ball of fire. After gently placing the sleeping Chris back onto his lawn chair, she leapt into the air and flew towards the falling object. Laura smiled to herself grimly, “If it’s those damn Arions again, I’m ready to kick some alien ass.”
Within minutes she matched speed and course with the strange powerless ship and stared hard at it, and then into it! Once again she marveled at her own eyesight at being able to see through its hull. If she had been chewing gum she would have swallowed it, and suddenly her face was transformed with joy. “Diana, it’s Diana!!!” she shouted as she closed the distance between herself and the craft. She couldn’t make out the faces of the other two, but one was very blonde and bound in gold. Knowing she was setting herself up for disappointment, she wanted so badly to believe that it was Aurora, she could not stop herself from thinking, “Somehow Diana has pulled off the impossible and rescued Aurora and some redheaded girl.”
Overjoyed to see who she thought must be Fairchild and her favorite Amazon Princess, she acted. Flying up to the craft, she placed herself in front of its red hot nose and acted as its heat shield. Her backside heated up to over a thousand degrees within seconds. Attempting to stop the craft, she spread her arms wide and pressed her bare torso against the hot exterior. The skin of the POD molded itself around her paradoxically soft and yet hard breasts. Her nipples dug into the metal plastic alloy, ripping two holes into the POD.
Straining her muscles, she used her flying powers to slow down the mad descent of the POD. The two small holes caused by her nipples quickly grew into sizable rents as Diana and Laura unconsciously joined forces and slowed down the POD. Despite all their efforts, the stresses on the craft literally broke it up around them. The base of the craft molded itself around Laura’s form, encasing her in red hot alloy, that quickly cooled into a silvery second skin. Diana, still highly aroused from the Orgone energy she had absorbed from Fairchild, found it hard to think clearly.
When the POD had suddenly broken up, she was very close to a climax. Still traveling at several hundred miles per hour, Diana released her grip on the remaining portions of the craft and looked around her. Vixen and Fairchild were off to one side and still tightly wrapped up together, their 69 position unchanged, and neither one of them paying the slightest attention to where they were as they tumbled through the open sky. Just below her was what appeared at first glance to be a silvery statue of a beautiful girl with the most impressive breasts she had ever seem.
“Wait! I’d know those triple D breasts anywhere, it’s Laura!” Seeing as they were still about 4000 feet in the air, she swooped down to Laura’s side.
Laura, surprised at how fast the alloy cooled off, was caught unprepared as it hardened into a very tough second skin. The stuff had even flowed into her mouth and eyes. Recovering quickly, she tensed her arms, expecting to be able to rip the material from her body. She was stunned when the material flexed with her like a super strong rubber suit, yet was too slippery to grab hold of.
While she found she could not hear, her enhanced eyes could see just fine. To her embarrassment, Diana appeared to be laughing. Straining, her muscles growing in size to rival and perhaps surpass the largest male body builder, she slowly brought her arms together. She could feel the material move along her back. Suddenly she blushed and was glad Diana could not see her reaction. The feelings of the material moving on her back brought to her attention that her buttocks were completely exposed.
Diana, still smiling, reached behind Laura, grasped the edge of the material along her backside and pulled. Frowning at her lack of success, she braced her knee on Laura’s stomach and pulled again, her own muscles rivaling Laura’s for size and definition. “Impossible,” she thought as the material stretched grotesquely, then fought to return to rejoin Laura’s skin. But suddenly, like a large rubber band snapping, it literally popped off of Laura and hit her smack in the face!
Startled, but not hurt at all, she held up the suit to see that it had returned to the shape it had been molded to, a perfect image of Laura. Laughing, Laura flew to Diana and hugged her, “Are you all right?” Laura smiled, then gasped when she felt Orgone energy traveling from Diana to herself.
Smiling, Diana replied “Yes, and I take it you are OK.” Hugging her friend, and almost shyly cupping Laura’s bottom, she could not resist adding, “I have to tell you that you looked very funny and very sexy with your bare bottom hanging out of this remarkable suit.” Her tone changed as she looked around and then down. “Hmm, come on Laura, we have two ladies to catch. Fairchild can’t fly right now, and I presume Vixen can’t fly at all.
Diana, holding the suit in one hand and Laura’s hand with the other, flew down towards Vixen and Fairchild who were still free falling, and apparently Vixen was unaware or didn’t care. Catching up with the other two easily, less than hundred feet above the ocean floor, Diana and Laura caught them both. Greenish sparks snapped from Aurora’s nipples to Laura’s. At Laura’s gasp Diana suggested “You carry Vixen instead of Fairchild. Leave Fairchild to me otherwise you’ll be overcome by Fair’s Orgone.” Taking Fairchild gingerly by her chains, Diana was amazed to discover that Fairchild was still unconscious, yet apparently having another very sensual dream, her hips moving in an age-old pattern.
Laura, struggling to control her own reactions to the Orgone dose she had just received, took Vixen in her arms. Vixen, always curious and wanting to know all about her Mistress’ friends, set about exploring Laura’s mind. She immediately found that Laura could not decide whether or not she was happy because Aurora was back, or sad at the appalling state Aurora was in. Half way back to her house, Laura almost dropped Vixen when a thought intruded into her mind followed by a devastating kiss. “Don’t be sad Laura, my Mistress Diana has a plan. Besides you are my Mistress’ friend and lover and therefore mine as well.” Overwhelmed by the emotion and the obvious sincerity behind the thought, Laura could not help but to return the kiss.
Once back at the house, with Chris still asleep on the lawn chair, Diana quickly explained, “Laura, I know you are worried about Fair and want to rip these gold chains off her now, but you’ll have to wait. I am not sure just how far her slave training has progressed and how far she has lost herself into the slave role. I want to keep her like this until she wakes up so we can observe her reactions before we decide what to do for her.”
Laura stiffened in disagreement for a moment, before silently nodding, and then she led the way into the house. Once in the living room, Diana dropped the weird molded figure of Laura’s. Suddenly almost in tears, Laura asked in a soft voice, “I don’t like it one bit, Diana. Why can’t we at least remove the chains?”
“Because, my friend, if she is as programmed as deeply as I think she is, she will only attempt to fly back to her Mistress. If you don’t believe me, just ask Vixen, for she too was a slave of Sh’Lyra.”
Vixen, still touching Laura, smiled and thought to her, “My Mistress is right Laura, if Fairchild has truly been made a slave she will do anything necessary to return to her Mistress. I know I would,” she added meaningfully, staring hungrily at the strong, beautiful Diana.
Diana blushed under Vixen’s hot gaze as Laura chewed her lip for almost a minute before she answered, “OK, but let’s at least take her into her room.”
Diana again picked up Aurora and carried her into her bedroom. Breathing deeply to control her own reactions, Diana laid Fairchild out on her bed and covered her with a sheet.
Signaling the others to follow, Laura led the way out of the room back into the living room. Once in the living room Laura burst out in tears, “I can’t stand to see her like that, she looks so helpless and vulnerable!”
Diana sat down next to Laura and hugged her tightly. Vixen knelt down by their feet and lightly stroked both of their calves. She marveled at the obvious strength and power both women seemed to have. Vixen shivered, she could not help sensing how turned on both women were by their exposure to the Orgone and how much they desired each other. “These two need to make love to relieve their stress, and I am just the person to help.” Lowering her head to hide a smile, as her talented fingers began a slow erotic dance on their thighs, she used her mental abilities to allow both of them to feel what the other was feeling.
Laura gasped, suddenly realizing just how turned on Diana was and just how much the Amazon Princess cared for her. She could not figure out how she knew, just that she knew that Diana was very much in need and desperately wanted to kiss and hug her. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she lifted her head from Diana’s shoulders to stare into Diana’s beautiful eyes, just inches away from her own. She shivered as she felt Diana’s breath tickle her lips. Smiling, she leaned forward and gently kissed her.
With a moan, Diana lost control, the Orgone radiation she had picked up from Aurora and Vixen seeming to take her over as she returned the kiss a hundredfold. Her hands slowly slid from Laura’s wonderfully developed shoulders to her small waist. She shuddered with pleasure as their nipples rubbed against each other.
This time Laura took control and gently laid Diana down on the couch as she continued to kiss her. With one hand she gently began to stroke Diana’s bare flank while with the other she caressed Diana’s stomach and shoulders. Her hands deliberately avoided touching Diana’s breasts until moaning, Diana arched her back, thrusting her breasts towards Laura.
Laura gasped again, still feeling what Diana was feeling, still receiving the full force of Diana’s emotions and knew that Diana was going out of her mind with need and desperately wanted Laura. Groaning, she kissed Diana harder as she vowed to herself to give Diana the best time of her life. Gently feather light touching Diana’s skin, she began to tickle the undersides of Diana’s breasts. She heard a dual set of moans, one from Diana and another from Vixen, as her hands began to circle around Diana’s nipples without touching them.
Vixen, not wanting to be left out, began to kiss and stoke both of their legs as she almost frantically removed the whip that had been around her waist ever since the R&R ship. Diana groaned as a climax shuddered though her. Laura, feeling the full effects of what she had just caused, was thrilled. She slowly tightened the circle her fingers were making around Diana’s nipples, responding to the growing need that she herself could feel so strongly, until her fingers were finally rubbing the nipples themselves. She gasped yet again, this time in relief, as this longing of Diana’s was finally met. Lightly at first, then gradually using greater strength, she began to rub and vibrate Diana’s large nipples.
All three strong, beautiful women were now moaning often and in superb unison as Vixen fed the wonderful sensations Laura was creating within Diana to both Laura and herself. Suddenly Diana growled, and grasping Laura’s hips, she lifted Laura up and turned her around in midair. Laura now could not help moaning in a pleasure that was all her own as Diana lowered Laura until her tongue could reach Laura’s sweet-smelling sex. Laura grinned as Diana spread her legs, revealing her damp treasure. Laura shuddered with pleasure and started to bend down as Diana’s tongue forcefully spread her own clit. Seeing her chance, Vixen darted her head down to her Mistress’ sex, praying that the stronger Laura would not shove her to one side and that she too could be included in the lovemaking.
Laura moaned again as Orgone energy shot up through Diana’s nipples and into her. Needing to return the incredible pleasures she was receiving to someone, Laura roughly grasped hold of Vixen and upended her. Vixen screamed deep into Diana’s vagina as Laura’s powerful rammed itself between her labial lips and into her own hot depths. Her mental powers went out of control as she became a wide-open mental conduit that fed the emotions and sensations of all three sensuous women directly into each other’s brains in a wide open unfiltered circuit! To Diana, Vixen, and Laura they all seemed to switch bodies continuously as climax after glorious climax assaulted all of their senses. Laura brushed aside ‘her’ bright red hair to nestle even deeper into the fragrant blond bush at her lips, and felt ‘her own’ tongue penetrate her sensitive sex. Vixen felt surges of strength in ‘her’ arms that she had previously only dreamed of as she held her bracelet clad arms around the slender body in her embrace. Diana felt she had three mouths and three tongues at once, and three wonderful vaginas to make love to, each so different, each so responsive, each so ‘hers’! Their lovemaking went on for hours and hours, their tremendous shared exhilaration and mutual climaxes peaking and peaking again for hours, even after the Orgone energy was burned away, until finally all three of them slumped together in a tangle of smooth-skinned limbs. Vixen, feeling very proud of herself for all that she had instigated with these two beautiful and strong Superwomen, but satiated at last, fell asleep, her tongue still buried in the sweet darkness between her beloved Mistress’ nether lips.
Chris awoke suddenly, dreaming he had heard loud screams sounding as if at least three dozen women had flown into full orgasm at the same time. Naked, still half asleep, he got up and shuffled through the dark house. He made it to the hallway before the almost overpowering smell of honey and wildflowers hit him like a ton of bricks. His dick became rock hard and stood out in front of front of him like a battering ram. Shaking with physical desire, still too close to sleep to realize why, he opened the door to discover a sleeping woman in his room. She was covered with a sheet, but he could tell that she was very naked under it except for some strange bumps around her ankles and wrists. Her head was turned toward the far wall so he could not tell who it was. Half out of his mind with lust, and assuming it was Laura, he climbed onto the bed and pulled the sheet down until her breasts were exposed. Grinning like a fool, he leaned over and began to lick and nibble on her right nipple.
As a strange feeling of aggression took him over, he didn’t realize it but he was feeling the influence of Orgone energy as it flowed into him from Aurora. He ripped the sheet in half in his haste to remove it from “Laura’s” ever willing body. Gasping, his blood thundering in his head, he looked over this beautiful woman and wondered briefly about her gold chains and bands. He quietly felt a little guilty over how arousing it was to see her like this. She groaned and turned her head towards him.
Chris gasped in surprise as the girl tossed her head back and forth in pleasure. “My god, it’s Fairchild, my god it’s my very own Fairchild!” he thought. He immediately hugged her and kissed her lips with all of his might. It was as if she had suddenly returned from the dead! Chris was startled to find himself thinking that she looked very beautiful and even more desirable than ever before. He found himself both hating and secretly aroused by the fact that she was chained up and helpless before him. As he struggled for control over his own body, her thighs rubbed against his. As a spark ignites gasoline, her thighs ignited him. He was no longer able to control his own actions, or even his own thoughts! Still heavily under control of the Orgone energy, he could not stop his hips from flexing even if he wanted to. Flipping her over, he spread her legs, knelt between them and picked up her hips. Without waiting, he rammed his shaft home into her vagina. He groaned with the pure pleasure he was feeling, she was so tight and so wet and hot and so much his very own Fairchild, and he was so overcome with lust and so driven by the insidious Orgone energy that he saw his lover, his super Velorian goddess, only as the strongest, tightest, wettest and most wonderful cunt in the universe! With the power of an atomic jackhammer he slammed into her again and again. Bending forwards, his large powerful hands reached for and grasped her breasts. Using all of his strength, he squeezed her nipples and breasts.
Still under the influence of Sh’Lyra’s last command, Fairchild found herself unable to wake up. Once again her dreams turned very erotic as she dreamed she was making love to a man while her Mistress watched. As his long cock slid back and forth within her vagina, Fairchild moaned and dreamed of trying to move her hips back towards her unseen lover. Trying to increase the amount of pleasure she was feeling.
Fairchild had several gentle orgasms, which did nothing to calm the eternal burning need within her, until Chris came with a yell. Groaning, Chris slumped down next to her, falling asleep, the combined effects of too much work, too much worry, and not enough sleep again catching up to him.
Chris awoke to the welcome sound of Fairchild’s wonderful voice. His heart surged, he had almost given up hope of hearing her ever again! But his immense joy at hearing her speak, and knowing she had returned safely, vanished like a puff of black smoke as he comprehended what she was saying. For the second time in his adult life, the first time being when he had had to endure the news of the SuperGirl Kara’s death, he felt tears pooling in his eyes. Jumping to his feet, he ran out of the bedroom intending to call Dr. Sara McLean. As he ran into the living room he gasped at the sight that met his eyes.
In the middle of the living room, laying on the remains of what used to be the couch, coffee table, and phone, were three beautiful and very nude women. He felt his cock rise again as he gazed at Laura, Diana and a small redhead with large breasts. The three were still sleeping peacefully as he watched. Shaking his head he walked up to Laura and gently shook her awake.
Laura woke up with a smile, feeling the silky smooth skin of the other two women still resting on her. Opening her eyes she was a little surprised to see Chris, and with a raging hard on. “Is that just for me, or do you want all of us?” she asked with a sleepy smile.
“Laura, be serious, Fairchild is here and…”
“I know that Chris, Diana brought her home last night. Isn’t it wonderful?” Laura couldn’t help smiling again as Diana woke up and kissed her.
“No you don’t understand, she is not…” as Chris paused to gather his thoughts, Diana sat up and stretched. He could not help watching her magnificent breasts raise and jiggle with her movement, and feel a slight regret that… oh well.
“Morning Chris,” Diana greeted Chris, amused by his glances at her breasts. “Only one man in three universes could ever have these and you aren’t the one,” she thought.
“Urr, Hi Diana, look, Umm, Fairchild is in front of a mirror, and she’s talking to herself. I think it would be a good idea if you went and listened to her.”
So much worry and suppressed emotion was in his voice that Laura felt dread overcome her. Diana stood up and held out her hand to Laura. “Come, let us go see. But you all must be absolutely quiet, for her sake. I warn you both now, no matter what you see or hear, do nothing until we come back out here and talk.”
Laurie shot a worried glance at Chris because of Diana’s rather grim tone. She ordered herself to be calm and allowed Diana to lead her to the bedroom.
Vixen sat up, stretching and yawning like a cat as she watched the others walk away. “Now where are they going?” she wondered. Curiosity won over finding something for her Mistress to eat, and she lightly jumped to her feet and hurried after them.
Walking on bare feet, they soundlessly approached Fairchild’s open doorway. Stepping into the room, Chris and Laura froze where they were as they listened in varying degrees of horror and watched Fairchild. Diana’s face grew very grim as she heard her worst fears confirmed.
Fairchild was awake, still manacled with her hands behind her, still glowing slightly with a green aura, still nude. She was kneeling in front of her full length mirror, her legs spread apart displaying her sex to the mirror, her large breasts thrust out as if she was offering them to someone, her head bent down, but her eyes shyly peeping up from time to time to her reflection in the mirror. Fairchild was softly reciting to herself ,“My breasts belong to my Mistress,” thrusting her breasts out even further. “My ass belongs to my Mistress,” reaching down to spank herself. “My sex belongs to my Mistress,” leaning back and arching her loins into the air. “My mouth belongs to my Mistress,” leaning forward to lick her tongue up and down in the air. “My breasts belong to my…” On and on, round an round.
“What is everyone staring at?” Vixen wondered. Knowing she might get herself deliciously whipped or spanked if she annoyed her Mistress, she quickly slipped past the trio, her curiosity eating away at her. Half expecting her Mistress or one of the others to order her to be still or to kneel down, she eased into the room. Once in the room she saw the slave Fairchild doing her morning litany as best as she could, until her Mistress showed up. Glancing at the others‘ faces, she was immediately concerned. “Oh no, they are dissatisfied with her performance. In truth she is not doing it all that well, she has the words right, but she is too shy about it, the motions of her hands are not quite right, she doesn’t have enough body language yet, and bound or not, doing the morning litany with nothing at all inserted in her vagina is simply inexcusable! She will most likely be whipped by one of them today. Wait, Diana is not a cruel Mistress, maybe I can help, I know Diana hates to use the whip. Her only flaw as a Mistress. Well, I am sure that the gentle Mistress Diana will take into account that Fairchild has not yet been a slave for all that long.” To Vixen, having been a slave for most of her life, her own logic seem impeccable.
Darting past the others before they could say anything, she scurried over, knelt down next to Fair and began instructing her.
“No, sweetie, not like that! Mistress will have an absolute fit and whip you again! Here, let me show you. Now your Mistress has left you bound, right? That’s not an excuse, it’s a challenge! Now, watch me, pretend my hands are bound behind my back. As I say ‘My breasts belong to my Mistress,’ I thrust them out like you were doing, but at the same time I stick my ass backwards towards my hands and reach as hard as I can between my legs with one hand, trying to reach my pussy. I can’t do it, but I can just touch that nice sensitive bit of flesh forward of my rosebud, and meanwhile, my pussy is trying to reach back towards my fingertips as hard as she can. You see how this also displays my breasts even better? Now as I repeat the litany several times, trying to play with my pussy each time, I get more and more frustrated at not being able to touch it, until… wait a minute… okay… almost… Now. See how my juices are flowing now when I rock my pelvis as hard as possible and say ‘My uhh… my sex belongs to my Mistress,’ and see how my labia are glistening now? That shows I’m really getting into it, and the Mistress likes that a lot better! Now you try. The wetter you can get yourself the better you’ll be doing.”
As Fairchild began mimicking Vixen’s exaggerated motions, Vixen’s mouth opened in envy. “Oh my, you Velorians are really limber, aren’t you! That finger92's not only reaching your pussy, it’s going in past the second knuckle! The Mistress is going to love it! Okay, let’s finish off together, and since nobody told me not to help you out…” She licked her lips, knelt facing the mirror alongside Fairchild, with her thigh rubbing against Fairchild’s thigh. Reaching over and inserting three fingers into Fairchild’s sex, and three fingers of her other hand into her own, she began doing her own litany properly and enthusiastically, timing her words with Fairchild’s as they did their litany together.
Shocked, the others watched as Vixen guided Fairchild though her slave litany correctly. Chris found himself thinking that it was very sexy and then grew disgusted with himself for even thinking such a thing about a Velorian Protector! After Vixen and Fairchild had repeated the litany several times together, slightly louder each time, Fairchild suddenly raised her sex high into the air and her entire body shook like a leaf as she cried out loudly, “My cum belongs to my Mistress! My CUM belongs to my Mistress! Oh, wonderful Mistress, please drink my flowing nectar - it is yours, all yours! My flowing sex belongs to my Mistress to drink and enjoy, or to whip brutally! Mistress, Great Goddess Sh’Lyra, I am yours! Oooohhhhhhhh!”
To Diana’s embarrassment she noticed in the mirror that Vixen’s intent green eyes were looking right into her own as she too had a small orgasm while finishing her litany.
Diana slipped into her role of Dom and ordered, “Slut Vixen, get your ass over here! Slut Fairchild, continue to practice the litany until you get it right or Mistress Sh’Lyra will be greatly displeased with you!” Turning her back on Fairchild she added, “Come with me Laura; Chris, we have much to talk about.
Silence gripped the group as a grim-faced Diana escorted them into the living room. Vixen knelt by Diana’s feet, her right hand lightly touching Diana’s ankle, tuned into her Mistress and waited patiently for Diana to give her a verbal or mental order.
Chris was the first to speak. Anger had been burning and eating within him for days now, and suddenly he had a target for that anger. He swung around and advanced towards Vixen yelling “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but what the fuck do you think you are doing to Fairchild’s mind, you bitch?”
Diana, surprised at his reaction, quickly stepped between them. Diana had found that when Vixen was touching her, she could tune into Vixen without Vixen being aware of it. As Chris yelled and advanced on her, Diana knew that Vixen was feeling real fear and felt her shrink within herself. In a hard voice she said, “Chris, I will not allow you to harm her.” Softening her voice, she continued, “Calm yourself my friend, she was trying to help, and in an important fashion, she actually did help. Fairchild has been trained very rigorously by one of the best Slave Mistresses I have ever had the misfortune to meet. You heard her for yourself, she is far too gone into her slave persona to be reached by you yelling or denying her problem exists. Now please be quiet.”
Turning to Vixen, she knelt down and held Vixen’s shoulders, frowning at the tears flowing down Vixen’s face. Miserably Vixen thought, “Mistress, I thought that I was helping, ooohh I am so sorry Mistress!”
“Hush my love, you did fine, he just doesn’t understand and I failed to understand just how you would react as well. And don’t call me Mistress,” she added with a smile.
Vixen smiled back and nodded her head. Out loud Diana asked, “Now Vixen, please tell everybody just what emotions you picked up from Fairchild as you touched her.”
Vixen answered in a beautiful voice with a strong Irish accent. “Mistress, she was feeling only the desire to please Sh’Lyra. She had no thoughts but to please her. At the end, just the thought of Sh’Lyra smiling down on her brought her to orgasm.”
“I was afraid of that,” whispered Diana in reply. “Laura, Chris, we need to get her someplace where she can never find her Red Mistress, and more importantly where her Red Mistress cannot find her. She will have to remain there until we can bring her around to her senses, and I know just the island!”
As Laura and Chris raised their voices in objection, “But this is her home!” Vixen listened with half an ear, thinking them foolish. “They may as well try to talk Sh’Lyra into being a submissive, ”she thought to herself. “Once Diana sets her mind on a course of action she believes is right, nothing can change her mind. My Mistress is even more stubborn than my own people are supposed to be. I like Laura, but I don’t like Chris, he is a bit of an ass. I hope that I’m not required to service him anytime soon.” Sighing, she turned her head and looked out the window at the beautiful green garden. “I have missed planets a lot.” She thought.
Diana, somewhat exasperated by Chris’ ‘in your face’ angry attitude, looked down to gather her thoughts. Vixen still looked somewhat downcast. Knowing that work would help Vixen get over Chris’ angry words, she asked, “Vixen, would you please make us up some breakfast, with a strong pot of coffee for Chris?”
93"Yes Mistress,” Vixen replied as she got to her feet.
As Vixen walked away she struggled not to smile, and burst out in a giggle as Diana added “And don’t call me Mistress.” As the others continued to discuss Fairchild’s state, Vixen skipped into the kitchen and began to cook. As she scrambled some eggs, some of the shell still in the mixture, she almost jumped out of her skin as a bird landed on the kitchen window sill. Suddenly the true impact of having escaped Sh’Lyra hit her. And it was so wonderful being on a living planet again after all those years confined to spaceships! She felt so happy and lightheaded that she did something she had been forbidden to do for over five years. Vixen began to sing.
By explaining in detail what she had seen and learned on Sh’Lyra’s ship, Diana finally began making some headway in persuading Laura and Chris to work with her. Diana quickly outlined a sketchy plan to help Fairchild. A lull occurred in the conversation as Chris and Laura mulled over Diana’s briefly described plan. Diana was surprised as a lovely voice, singing about a hero arriving from far away, drifted into the room from the kitchen. “I didn’t know the radio stations played those types of songs any more,” Diana commented.
Laura glanced at her stereo and answered, “They don’t, and besides, my stereo is off. That has to be your um… your friend.”
Diana raised an eyebrow at her obvious hesitation over what to call Vixen. Diana sighed and said “Yes Laura, she is my friend, and up on that hellish ship she was my only friend. She is not strong like you and I, she is in no way a fighter, yet she risked her life in a fight to help me, and was seriously injured on my behalf. But she has been a slave so long that sometimes I’m not sure that she will ever see me as anything else but her Mistress. And as distasteful as owning a slave is for me, I may well have to live with it. On the bright side, Vixen will be invaluable in determining Fairchild’s mental state, and I she hope will enable us to help Fairchild find herself.”
Despite all of her descriptions and elaboration on Sh’Lyra and the profound overbearing influence the giantess had over anyone with the slightest tendency towards a submissive personality, Chris was yet to be convinced and Laura also seemed to be undecided. Their lover, their Fairchild, this magnificent Velorian Protector, this powerful Supergirl, a natural slave? This defied belief! Yet they had seen it themselves just a short time ago. It was all very disheartening. The tension within the room could have been cut with a knife. Before Laura could ask what exactly she meant by that final thought, Vixen entered the room. Not only was she bearing a large tray of steaming hot food, but she had managed somehow to brush her hair. As soon as Vixen noticed that Diana and Laura were watching her, years of built in conditioning took over. She stopped singing and gracefully knelt down before Diana and offered her Mistress the tray of food.
Thank you Vixen, would you please serve the others? Laura noticed that Chris had a weird expression on his face as he watched Vixen. Her forehead was touching the floor as she offered him a plate of food. Chris literally shook himself and took the plate, mumbling a thanks. Laura knew Chris was hungry by the way he shoveled in a mouth full of food immediately. She almost laughed as he suddenly made a face like he had just tasted the most horrible thing he could think of.
Thinking his mood had just improved and he was making a joke, she took a smaller bite and immediately realized that he was not acting at all! Chris and Laura exchanged glances as both of them attempted to decide which would be worse, spitting it out or just swallowing and taking their chances on compulsively doing something even more impolite.
Diana, lost in thought over how she was going to handle Fairchild, took the offered plate from Vixen and took a bite. Without thinking she reacted and spit the food out, “by the Gods, what is this stuff, never in my entire life as a Princess of the Amazons have I ever tasted such!” Both Laura and Chris now felt free to follow the Princess’ example.
In a meek voice Vixen replied “Eggs, Mistress?”
Both Laura and Chris simultaneously responded, “These are eggs?” Laura smiled as Chris said in wonder, “I would never have guessed these were eggs.”
Diana, a princess, in an amazed voice said “I have never tasted anything so disgusting in my life.”
Laura giggled to Diana, “I sure am glad you spit yours out so I could, Princess, I don’t think that even my super stomach could have handled that.” Chris laughed with Diana and Laura, the tension within them all vanishing as they finally found something to laugh at. Chris was the first to notice that only three were laughing. Lifting his hand up to the others for silence, he pointed at Vixen.
Eyes downcast, thinking she was unnoticed by the others and blushing furiously from the disparaging comments on her food, Vixen was sighing as she crawled on her hands and knees over to the what used to be the couch. Picking up the whip in her teeth, she returned to Diana’s side before taking it in her hands and wordlessly raising it high above her lowered head to offer it to her. “Mistress I am sorry this worthless slave has failed you as a cook.”
“What is this for Vixen?” Diana asked, puzzled. But before Vixen could answer Diana suddenly realized what Vixen intended. “By the Gods!” she exclaimed. “Vixen, If I can help it I will never whip you in my life, you must know that!”
Before Diana could say anything further, Chris exploded.
“Shit! And Aurora is trained just like this poor girl! I am such an asshole sometimes! Diana, Laura, do whatever you have to do and I will help in any way possible.”
Diana, her hands touching Vixen’s shoulders, her back to the other two, suddenly smiled at her diminutive friend. “You little minx, you set this whole thing up.” she thought.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Don’t call me Mistress. I just promised not to whip you, but I never said I wouldn’t spank you.”
If it was possible for a person to smile with her whole body, Vixen did it.
Diana said “Thank you for your offer of help, Chris, but unfortunately you cannot go where I must take her.”
“Why the Hell not!” he demanded, immediately forgetting his promise of cooperation.
Diana rather sternly replied, “It has been many years since any man has set foot on Colchica, and as long as I am Princess there, no man ever will. Even such a man as you Chris, enhanced and powerful as you are, would age far beyond your time, and only a short stay would still remove years from your life span.”
“Diana, for Aurora’s sake I would gladly risk that. Please let me help,” he all but pleaded.
Shaking her head no, Diana took a deep breath “I can not allow you on the Island, but before we go, you can help me gather some equipment that Laura and I will need. Laura, please watch over Vixen and Fairchild, Vixen, you are to clean up this mess and then feed Fairchild. Something edible, all right? Afterwards, Laura please go into the bedroom, use Sh’Lyra’s name and order Fairchild to go to sleep. Come Chris the sooner we leave, the quicker we can return. This may take a few hours Vixen, so obey Laura.”
“Yes Mistress.” Vixen replied with a smile.
Diana borrowed some of Laura’s clothes and left with Chris. Eight hours later Diana and Chris finally returned with Diana carrying a large canvas duffel bag.
Fortunately for Diana’s plans, Fairchild with Vixen’s aid had gone back into a deep sleep, dreaming of her Mistress Sh’Lyra. So deep that she did not wake up as Laura carefully picked her up by her chains and carried her out into the back yard.
Diana briefly explained to Laura that they had to fly to a remote Island and from there she would transfer them to Colchica. With Chris watching with a helpless feeling, Diana flew up into the air carrying her new friend and lover, Vixen, and the large, heavy canvas duffel bag full of various pieces of equipment that she had acquired with Chris’s help.
When questioned by Laura, all Diana would say was that it contained some ‘equipment’ that she had gotten from some friends living in Hawaii, and some more that Chris had needed to buy. Laura soon discovered that the bag was lined with lead or gold and she was unable to see what it contained.
Laura, about to pick up Fairchild and join Diana in the skies, looked at Chris and felt her heart break for him. Setting Fairchild down she stepped up to him and gently took hold of his shoulders. “Lover, I will not allow anything to harm our Fairchild and I trust Diana, so please try not to worry. We will be able to cure her.”
Chris, not trusting his control over his emotions wordlessly, crushed Laura to his chest with all of his strength and kissed her. Laura returned his kiss for a moment and then broke his hold and smiled. Gesturing at Fairchild she said “We’ll be back before you know it, and then the two of us will fuck you silly. As if you aren’t already silly enough, babe.” Gathering up Fairchild she leaped into the sky and flew quickly to catch up to Diana.
For the first two hours of the flight Diana attempted a long talk with Vixen about equality, but Vixen had remained adamant that she lived only to serve her Amazon Mistress. Finally after Diana was about to give up, Vixen seemed to compromise with Diana and agreed to being called not her slave, but her handmaiden. But then to Diana’s frustration Vixen added as always, “Yes Mistress.” Growling with impatience, Diana had made it very clear, against Vixen’s protests, that Vixen was free to change her mind at any point, and become a free woman with but a word.
“Yes Mistress” was Vixen’s only reply, a hidden smile on her lips.
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