On Special Mission

Wengin had called him twice over the next 3 months on his implanted communications module. The line is secure, he said, no one can listen in. Pan walked out of the officers' mess into the courtyard where he could talk undisturbed. He briefed the chief engineer on what the technicians had found out. The functionality had been recognized immediately; they were not particularly surprised at what the Halfs had accomplished. They could now develop a modified device to jam pirate communications; that was a significant military advantage. At the end, Wengin asked if he had contacted the general, and Pan admitted he had completely forgotten. Sorry, he regretted, he was having quite a busy time, but he would. Yes, soon.

Naturally, he forgot again. Wengin was disappointed, three months wasted. Pan was contrite and made a calendar entry while still talking. He would see the general within a week. He really did.

Irenea Pongin was surprised, she had never heard of a Commander d'Aubonville. He wanted to talk to her personally, it was about her "honey blossom". Oh! The retired general was silent for a long time. Then she composed herself. No details on the communicator, she said firmly, he could see her tomorrow at noon. She hung up and sent him her address, although he already had it. The next day he went to see her.

The little house in the middle of an allotment on the outskirts of the city was very clean and well kept. She came to meet him at the garden gate. A surprisingly small person in her 70s with short gray hair. She wore only a pair of diaphanous knee pants that shamelessly revealed her unshaven pubic hair, disgusting. Her bare breasts hung down almost to her belly button, yet were heavy and full, a sure sign that she was still very sexually active. She probably masturbated quite frequently. They shook hands and he knew instantly that Irenea was not a telepath. She led him to the back of the house to a table in the shade. It was a monkey heat and she fetched a pitcher of iced fruit juice and a bottle of mulberry brandy through the window. He drank fruit juice, she a glass of mulberry brandy in between.

He could unbutton or take off his uniform jacket as he wished. She didn't waste a second on small talk or where from and where to. He should get going, she said, looking at him tensely. He wasn't allowed to mention Halfgard, so. He was often on special mission in the southern woodlands, he said, and often met the Halfs there. He told Irenea the legend he had agreed upon with Wengin, repeating word for word what had been agreed upon. Irenea listened open–mouthed, one hand stroking the breast and a teat. He sat back, he had said it all. They were silent for minutes.

"Honey blossom Wen called my pussy," she said with a glow on her face, "he was always diving down to lick my honey blossom." Irenea giggled and laughed softly. "I'm so glad he's alive and well," she said, "after all, most halfs die by the time they're 40 or 50. He had to be about 67 or 68 now, 4 years younger than me." Pan didn't move; he had said it all. "He took me when I was 44" she continued in her mind. "He had to toil terribly, the dear fellow, until he was finally able to tear my stubborn hymen!" Pan took a deep drink of fruit juice and now took off his uniform jacket, now they were really "private". She took off her breeches, it was too hot, she said, and sat down with her legs wide apart. She didn't mind at all that the young man was staring at her naked cunt and clit. He looked at the cunt between her thighs, fixed his eyes on her red swollen privates and on her breasts. Her clit was swollen as red as a turkey, peeking out perky and naughty. "Wen was my first and only man until our love affair blew up. He was so great at fucking that I lost my hearing and sight every time. We fucked 4 or 5 times a day, as it went. Then they caught us totally naked, on the floor, but to be fair they didn't make their presence known until Wen had finished squirting. A female officer, totally naked, with the lab assistant, a Half! This had consequences, I received a long telling off and 30 days in dark custody. They were terribly annoyed, because the half had fled and remained untraceable. I was glad, because they would have at least whipped him or even killed him."

Irenea poured herself mulberry liquor and drank it down in one draught. "They gently forced me to fuck every of them, which was very humiliating at first, because I was an iron maiden until then. I liked fucking a lot though and fucked hundreds, that was okay because Wen was gone and maybe even dead." She noticed that Pan was staring at her pubic and at her breasts. She knew instinctively what he was thinking. "I know what you're thinking, and you're absolutely right. My pussy is reddened because I've been masturbating non–stop since early morning, that's how excited I was about Wen. I've been masturbating every night since I was a kid, the addiction to it has never stopped. Only rarely does an old companion stray here to fuck me anymore. Two or three times a week I order a Half in the brothel here, I absolutely need the fucking and the orgasms unlike other old broads."

He held her gaze. "I have no reservations," he said, "I just used to believe, like others, that people stopped having sex when they got older. You seem to be an exception, Irenea." She drank a mulberry brandy. "Don't judge hastily, there is true unchaste horniness in old age." She talked about their sex for a long while longer, then he rose. He would call her as soon as he went on another special mission, he would take her to Wengin. He called her attention to the fact that most halfs did not appreciate pubic hair. She nodded unhappily; Wen was no different. She would have her hair removed at a studio before they left.

Three weeks later, an old half–woman selling candy and fruit outside the barracks gate handed him an apple and muttered that there was something in it. He walked a few steps and cut the apple open with his combat knife. A note. "Come as fast as you can, Lea" He immediately called Wengin. It took a long time to reach him. "Budicca is dying," Wengin said. Pan rolled over his options in a flash. He could leave in an hour, bring Irenea to him at the appointed place, and get to Budicca before sunset, Wengin might pass on to Lea. He immediately called his brigadier general, he had to go on special mission immediately. He hurried to the stuffmaster and told Isegrim and Ben not to follow him. Please. Isegrim muttered somberly that the general had already told him and he would not follow him. Then he called Irenea. She would be ready to leave in 10 minutes, only she hadn't come to the depilation studio yet. All right, said Pan, we'll do something, he would come to pick her up in 30 minutes.

The stuffmaster held him up for almost half an hour. He insisted that the brigadier general dictate the special mission into the log first, then he released the old glider. An hour late, he read the sweat–soaked Irenea at her garden gate. She had a small travel bag with the bare essentials, as he had said, shirt, sweater and a solid jacket. At the lake, Wengen's favorite place, it could get very cold in the evening and at night. She groaned, for it was blisteringly hot in the glider. He sat bare–chested behind the controls and handed her the packet of depilatory gloves. He steered the glider through the suburbs, then made brisk progress. He had entered the waypoints and let the glider fly.

"Six to seven hours," he told Irenea, "after the last waypoint I have to steer by hand," he explained, looking at her questioningly. "I used to go to the studio," she said plaintively, "but it got too expensive for me pretty soon. How to do it with this device, I don't know." He grinned from ear to ear. "Chief technician? Haha!" They laughed for a long time; it was funny. He pushed the buttons and her seats lowered, becoming couches needed on patrol. She took off her sweaty breeches. She was neither ugly nor unsavory, a plump little woman with large, pendulous breasts. Freshly bathed and fragrant. He had already depilated several women with the electronic glove and knew his way around it.

He had her spread her legs quite wide apart and reassured her that you couldn't see in through the thick mirrored bulletproof glass. He adjusted the glove and parted her tuft of hair with his hands. Contrary to expectations, she had a decidedly beautiful cunt, her clit standing out burstingly stiff. She returned his astonished look and said miserably, "your call came in the middle of it and I didn't have time for my orgasm." He murmured that was okay and began. Minutes later the bush was neutralized and he treated her cunt for several minutes. He carefully avoided the bursting stiff clit and neutralized any unruly hairs. He nodded in satisfaction, the cunt was now bare as a baby's bottom.

Naturally, Irenea's rising arousal had not escaped him. Her breathing was fast and shallow. He stared up and into her cunt. His cock was also burstingly stiff and now her fingers twitched nervously to her clit. "Damn it, I need it, I need it now!" she gasped and he nodded in agreement. "If you don't mind...?" she left the sentence unfinished and he nodded again. "All right," he croaked, tapping her clit a few times. His womb was in attack mode and he had to do something soon too. At least go to the back to the chemical pot. Irenea had long since begun to masturbate.

Only now he heard what she was panting. "I want to fuck, I need the fucking!" He couldn't believe his ears. "Fuck me, fuck me finally, buddy! Masturbating alone is not enough for me! Fuck me, lad, fuck me!" Pan unfastened his belt and quickly removed his pants. He lay down beside her, his cock no longer needing to be made stiff. She looked at him with madness in her eyes. She tugged the much larger man on top of her with superhuman strength, spreading her legs wide and propping her soles against the Plexiglas. His cock slid into her wet, hot vagina of its own accord. He was unable to kiss this old woman and flinched back. She kneaded her breast with one hand, her fingers twirling her teat. He fucked away and felt a satisfaction, he would not squirt too soon. She masturbated continuously and quickly had an orgasm that made her cringe. She quickly relaxed, he penetrated her vagina again and they continued fucking.

She rubbed her clit continuously and orgasmed more and more rapidly. He heard the soft whine of the glider as a waypoint was reached and the course was changed. It had been two hours and he had to squirt at her next orgasm. He reared back and let his cock twitch in her vagina. She grinned broadly with satisfaction, "Go ahead and squirt, my dear, that feels very horny!" He continued to squirt thrusting and enjoying her orgasming vagina. The good woman masturbated on and on and after half a minute he was able to keep fucking.

He made only really very short pauses and heard the insistent beeping, the last waypoint was reached, the glider slowed and stopped 5 meters above the forest floor. They had been fucking for five and a half hours. He waited until she orgasmed and said they were almost there. He put on his pants as did she. The seats straightened at the push of a button. He drank water and she drank her mulberry brandy. There was no device for washing, they cleaned themselves with wet wipes and Irenea sprayed her body with a perfume.

He drove from memory the way over hill and dale. He remained highly focused and still asked Irenea how she was doing. She was relaxed and physically satisfied. She had had as many orgasms as she usually had at a Half, she said. "And thank you again," but he didn't respond right away, "we both needed it badly, goddammit!" he muttered sullenly. He said after 10 minutes they were at the lake where Wengin's cabin stood. They drove in silence and reached the lake, flying close over the water. Wengin came running out of the house as he parked the glider half a meter above ground. He got out first and straightened the staircase so Irenea could get off safely. Wengin hugged her with a cry and buried his weeping face on her bare breasts. He had to leave right away, he said, and he would be in touch. Wengin turned his tear–stained face to him, "Thank you, Commander!" and then he handed him a piece of paper. A shortcut, he could save half an hour. And give my regards to Budicca! Pan started the glider and roared away, parking a few hundred meters from Halfgard. He ran tear–blind to the palace hut.

He knelt beside Budicca's bed. Lea sat on the bed and shook her head. "She's not responding anymore," she whispered. He held Budicca's hand and buried his face on her body. It was dead quiet, even though there were 20 or 30 people in the room. Budicca suddenly squeezed his hand very weakly. "You came, you came," she whispered. He gently squeezed her hand. "My place is with you now," he stammered, looking at her. Budicca breathed as if she wanted to say something. Pan yelled loudly, "Turn that thing off, turn that goddamn thing off!"

Lea had winced like the others and gave an order. Minutes later his mind was clear, seeking Budicca's rapport. Outside, over the pond, he found her, perched on a branch. The little bird looked at him with Budicca's eyes. "I was just waiting for you, and you came! Now I can go in peace." He stroked the warm feathers. "I am very happy that we met, that we got to know each other, that we loved each other!" He fell silent and gently stroked her feathers. "And," said Budicca, "will you ever forgive me?" and he suddenly saw his father's horrified face, her combat knife rammed into his guts. The wail with which he fell to the ground. Pan had no memory of his mother and now saw her completely naked, she was beautiful and very sexy. She masturbated completely absently and no longer perceived anything, her eyes tightly closed, thighs spread wide and knees folded to the side. Pan looked into her open vagina and the finger racing on the tiny clit. Pan sensed Budicca's hesitation, the superstitious hesitation to kill someone "in the process." The beautiful 32–year–old was already in the final and jerked sharply, her thighs slapping together a few times. She remained smiling, her knees sinking wearily to the side. She smiled in surprise as the combat knife entered her open vagina slowly, as if in slow motion, like a penis. His mother's horrified face as Budicca slashed her to the neck with one jerk. Three quick cuts and Budicca ripped out her heart and threw it through the window, out into the blazing flames. A long silence followed.

He looked at her, he looked at the little bird with Budicca's eyes all calm and serious. "Budicca, sister, dearest! I was never, never angry with you for this, I would have nothing to forgive you for and I love you with all my heart. Find peace, let go of the horror forever, it has no meaning anymore!" Budicca looked at him gratefully and lovingly. "Then I can go in peace!" and he felt her heartfelt kiss and returned it. The little bird hopped off the branch and flew over the lake. He stared after her until she soared into the air and was out of sight.

He stood up and looked into Lea's eyes. "She went peacefully," he said softly, turning to the window door that reached to the floor. Night had already fallen, the small pond black and glassy. He saw the young little tree and the branch on which no bird sat.

Pan had stood motionless at the window, staring at the pond with empty eyes. The maids had washed Budicca's body, dressed her, and taken her to the back hall, where the Halfs could bid her farewell. They had silently tidied the bedroom and freshly made the bed. He hadn't noticed any of this, his mind was on Budicca. Queen, sister, lover. The best, most important encounter in this life. Lea tugged him by the sleeve, he would have to eat at least a little something. He followed her wordlessly, robotically. He had not eaten since breakfast, but he suddenly felt hungry. He ate with great appetite, Lea just a bite.

Pan felt Lea's affection almost physically. "I will answer all your questions now," she said simply. She was 31 years old, at 1,52 meters she was considered a very tall Half–woman. She had been abused by her human father from a young age, he had deflowered her before her 10th birthday and taught her to fuck very intensively. Until then she only knew masturbating, like an addict she still masturbated when it was necessary. Her father's favorite was the blowjob, but she detested it. At 13, he had grown tired of her and sold her to a brothel. She had discovered her interest in law at the brothel and they made her read everything. A whim, a Half and the law? She had fucked many hundreds of men in the brothel and therefore knew pretty well what men wanted. At 18, she had run away and ended up in Budicca's household. Budicca encouraged her interest, appointed her first as a judge, and a few years ago as First Judge. She fucked her Halfs every night, she had very strong urges and needed her orgasms badly. "So far, that's all about me. Tomorrow at noon I will be appointed Queen, the day after tomorrow evening we will give Budicca a ceremonial burial. I hope you can stay until then!" He nodded in agreement and told the control center. He dictated a message to the brigadier general, saying he would report back on his way in three or four days. He dictated the message without any emotion, he did not want to express feelings. He told the same to Isegrim.

He leaned back on the bar's couch after dinner and drank Budicca's liqueur with Lea for once. She told of her intimate friendship with Budicca. She said very few knew that she was a natural telepath, which was a great advantage in judging. She had seen into his and Budicca's minds and had witnessed the death of his parents. Budicca had viewed the events with her very often, for it occupied Budicca's mind greatly. It was the turning point in her life, the transformation from the tough warrior to the soft, peaceful Queen. Pan nodded, looking benevolently at Lea's body as she relaxed on a couch opposite him. Lea's eyes flashed with pride, neither the leather vest nor the loincloth hid her beautiful body. She was very pleased that he could not take his eyes off her breasts and certainly not off her cunt. Whenever she threw her head back, a tremor passed from her auburn hair to her back fur, down to well below her ass.

He stared spellbound at her cunt, had liqueur poured and said he couldn't remember his mother, not like that. But Budicca had shown her to him, had her finish masturbating, frozen in superstition. It was a beautiful picture, he said, the murder fading more and more behind this beautiful, exciting picture. Lea laughed brightly, Budicca's superstitions were always good for bitter arguments between the girlfriends. She herself thought nothing of superstition, psychology and telepathy were more valuable guides.

Pan enjoyed talking with Lea, Budicca's liquor warmed him from within and lifted his spirits considerably. Budicca had had a beautiful death, he had thankfully come in time to bring her final peace. She had shown him his mother's beautiful and exciting masturbation, the little mischief in Budicca knew exactly how it affected him as a man. He had seen the mischievous smile in the birdie‐s Budicca eyes and smiled now. "To Budicca!" he raised his cup and emptied it in one go. Beautiful comfort in his throat and a beautiful cunt before his eyes. He emptied another cup and immediately had it refilled. He thought only for a moment that he would probably stagger to the glider very illuminated. Lea seemed to have read his thoughts and said he could lie with her that night, or with any of the maids he wanted. He glanced under her loincloth at her cunt, which she showed him very freely and quite invitingly.

"Yes," he said with a heavy tongue, "yes and yes again!" He nodded without saying what he was saying yes to so enthusiastically, but Lea knew. They gradually drank the whole bottle and he listened attentively, for she told in what way she preferred to fuck her companions when they were out in the countryside. It was highly interesting, because apart from Conara, no Half–wife or gonnie girl had ever described to him in such detail how she preferred to fuck, what she felt about it. Lea went into all his questions, for hardly anyone was interested in a Half–woman's feelings when she fucked you. Pan soon felt he understood Lea's way of fucking very well. Especially since she let him see telepathically. During Lea's pee break, he embraced the serving maid's ass and probed her pussy under her loincloth. Did she want to fuck him? But she shook her head in denial, he belonged to the mistress after all! He let her go, it was as he had thought. Lea's choice had been made long before he sat down at the table. He drank the liqueur and had a new bottle opened.

It was past midnight when Lea ended the evening. They sat side by side in the washbasins and the old maid cradled his cock in her hand, examining it. "A good cock, an excellent cock, Commander!" she commented as usual. He bent down and entered the bedroom behind Lea.

They lay in silence for a long time. Lea nestled against him demanding. His cock, that rotten traitor, pointed stiffly and erect to the ceiling of the room. He was drunk and dog–tired. He had no strength left, would let her do all the work. He had been squirting into the general all day and would concentrate on his erection, he didn't really need to squirt anymore.

Lea took her time, cuddling passionately and exciting her fire herself. She mounted him and fucked him until dawn. She let her head sink back on her heels as she orgasmed and let a finger race on her clit. She kept his hard–on in her vagina, then triumphantly straightened up and continued fucking him. He hadn't known for a long time how many times he had cum, but it wasn't often. His erection held out, thank God. At the first rays of sunlight, she lay down next to him on her back. He was to fuck her like men and cum! He obeyed wordlessly, grabbed her beautiful back fur and fucked her quickly and vigorously. Roaring like a deer, he squirted, chasing his seed in solid jets into her vagina at the exact moment her fingers triggered the orgasm. She clung to him and gasped, pressed. It was wonderful.

After breakfast, he followed the Halfs into the great hall. Lea, dressed in a new leather vest and long loincloth, sat alone on the dais. He kept nodding off during the long speeches, admiring Lea, who showed no sign of being overtired. At the end, everyone clapped and cheered, Lea stood up and bowed for minutes to her people. He sat down at the bar and drank fruit juice, he needed that now. He waited until Lea arrived an hour later. The big table was festively set, he enjoyed the lion steaks. After lunch he sat down on the bench in front of the pond, Walla had served him the lion meat and he had made her understand that he belonged to the new mistress. Walla's disappointment was great and real, but it was just the way it was.

He had spoken very briefly with Wengin, everything was wonderful and in order. He would pick Ileana up again the day after tomorrow around noon. Tomorrow evening was the funeral, but Wengin would not come. In the early evening a maid came to fetch him for dinner. He felt her body under the loincloth and she smiled very sweetly, she thought he was horny. But when he asked if she wanted to fuck him, she shook her head, he belonged to the mistress after all! Shaking his head, he followed the sweet girl. He sat again on the place of honor next to the queen. There he belonged, all agreed.

Lea joined him late in the bar, he was busily arguing with the councilmen he already knew. Lea cut the argument short. She would see to it that the three young councilors got their way. She would accompany the project herself, they should see for themselves that the commander was right. The councilors crumbled away, discussing the new twist at other tables.

Whether she had lost her mind, Pan asked when they were alone. She smiled finely, No, she knew what she was doing. The young gentlemen had to find out for themselves what was going on. And no, Halfgard was not at risk, this secret was not up for discussion, she guaranteed. She told him the plan as she had discussed it with Budicca. It was a good plan, and if it worked out, the councilors would make a good profit. Otherwise, they would lose their heads, she said, as First Judge. He grinned, he had seen this a hundred times before, a few subalterns get terminated and the politicians were off the hook. Lea looked him in the eye for a long time and called the maid, liqueur! She did not touch the subject again and told him about the other things that were put before her. Midnight approached, they went to the bedroom, sat down in the tub. The old maid, praising his cock again, flinched when he jokingly told her to fuck him. Horrified, she refused, saying he belonged to the Queen after all, and ducked her head as he and Lea laughed uproariously.

It turned out to be a beautiful night. He was rested and enjoyed her way of fucking. She gave him a breast and whispered that he should bite the teats for her orgasm, but not bloody bite. He liked to excite her breast with his lips and tongue and bit her teat hard until she leaned back her head on her heels with a cry of pleasure and let her finger race on her clit. She bent over him, panting, and showered him with French kisses. "You can do it beautifully, my man!" As soon as he felt the squirting coming, he turned her over on her back and fucked her men–style. She loved it when he cum right in her orgasm, it felt right to them both. She masturbated from evening to morning, addicted and greedy like he had rarely experienced. She really had fire in her ass and gifted herself with a great many orgasms. At dawn they dozed off, tightly embraced. His last thoughts were of Budicca, who had given him so many beautiful erotic hours of love.

He prowled around the palace during the day, reaching under the loincloths of the maids and delighting in their shaven pussies. The little girl who had picked him up at the pond yesterday allowed herself to be pulled onto his lap. She pretended to whisper in his ear and willingly let him masturbate her with his fingers under the loincloth. He let her go after a good hour, having listened to her panting in his ear and thrillingly enjoying her orgasm. The girl was swell.

He washed and combed his hair before joining the others. Budicca lay naked on the pyre, speeches were being made, but he did not listen at all. He looked at Budicca and was satisfied, they had carefully shaved her pubic and placed red flowers around her cleft and breasts. White flowers framed her face and head. It was a beautiful, dignified sight. There was dead silence as Lea stepped out with the torch and lit the fire. Pan stood at the very back and let his tears flow freely. Budicca's body reared up in the flames, her slit opened wide in the heat, then the flames smashed over her. He memorized the sight of her vagina wide open, through the tears he looked into the flames. After an hour, he went to the bar, took the bottle and two wooden mugs from the shelf, and got thoughtfully drunk. Farewell, sister, Queen, lover!

He was almost sober again when Lea joined him much later. She shooed the councilors away, wanting to be alone with him. They talked at length about Budicca and the funeral. Budicca had asked for it, she wanted to be cremated and not buried, her ashes left to the wind. The ice broke at some point after Lea told in a heartfelt way how she and Budicca fucked side by side the men of a night on the big bed. Budicca was always very proud of the fact that she had just as much fire in her ass as the other Half–women. She never missed a night and liked to fuck passionately with all the men of her people.

Only the nights with the 12 year old young men were different, Lea said, Budicca let them fuck her in the supine position, all night long, one after the other. Lea laughed brightly and shook her red–gold mane and the beautiful back fur shook down to her ass. Budicca loved the nights with the young boys, they all had to fuck her to orgasm. She knew, of course, that the young men had already practiced fucking the Half–girls diligently, because none of them wanted to disappoint their mistress. Pan listened to Lea's whimsical, funny stories. His eyes sucked in on her breasts and cunt, which kept coming free of the loincloth. She enjoyed his greedy, horny looks and laughed a lot. She shook her mane and back fur as she laughed and let him look freely into her exposed pussy.

Pan had sobered up thanks to the fruit juice and was drinking liquor with Lea again. How they got on the subject, he no longer knew. She went on again about her father, who still had a bit of Chinese blood. She hated masturbating his cock in her mouth and making him cum in her throat. She knew from the beginning, of course, that swallowing semen was not disgusting. Still, she always found it disgusting. Pan nodded, he had heard of it of course, but he had never cum in a woman's mouth. Surely there was a much better orifice to squirt into, goddammit! She looked into his mind, and he really never did.

"And, which orifice might you squirt into tonight, the beautiful maid perhaps who sat on your lap today?" He looked at her perplexed. She was a telepath, so nothing was hidden from her, that was clear. He lowered his head, No, he wasn't going to fuck her, he muttered. This was just a horny, exciting diversion, nothing more. He wanted to feel the girl's orgasms, doing it to her with his fingers and hearing her breathing and panting in his ear he found insanely horny. Lea nodded, she understood that right away. He had thought in a moment of letting her sit on his cock and fuck her while he fingered her, but he didn't. The lovely girl orgasmed wonderfully every few minutes, breathing her release into his ear. Lea had mentally held back the other maids so they would be undisturbed, she said smiling kindly. He nodded, that had given him time. He smiled, a good time.

They walked happily chattering to the sinks. He apologized to the old maid again for making a stupid joke at her expense yesterday. She looked at him uncertainly and inquiringly, then turned her attention to his cock. "Don't take offense, Commander," she said softly, "but I've held thousands of cocks in my hand and made them all squirt nicely, too, because it was the custom in those days. I know what a good cock is, even from the old days when I liked to fuck myself. And your cock is an excellent cock, Commander, a really good cock, one that will bring many orgasms to my new mistress." He smilingly thanked her that she certainly recognized it very well and rummaged in his uniform pants, but he found only a few worthless coins. Lea put her hand on his arm and said she would give the maid a gold coin tomorrow. The maid was most pleased and stammered, "Shall I make him cum, squirt nice and high? Please, please!" But Lea waved it off and they went to the bedroom.

"I owe you a gold coin, I'll bring one next time!" She laughed sweetly, "that settles it and I won't have to beg you tomorrow to come back!" She laughed so hard her red and gold mane and beautiful back fur flew. They fucked all night until the first rays of sunlight brightly illuminated the room. They were already very well attuned to each other. He licked her breasts in turn and bit her teat before she dropped her head back on her heels and rubbed her clit furiously in orgasm. Lying on her back, she let him fuck and thrust and cum into her orgasm. When he had to take a short break, he would take her breast full in his mouth as she masturbated and bite her teats as she orgasmed. They were two hours late for breakfast. They still discussed everything, and he offered that he would support her as honestly as Budicca. Lea let him have another snack for two, then he left.

An hour before noon he reached the lake and parked behind the house because Wengin and Irenea were still fucking on the beach in the shallow water. He watched them and waited patiently until Wengin and Irenea came to the glider. They greeted each other amicably and the General climbed into the glider after the last, very last and really very last goodbye kiss. The General was a changed woman, 20 years younger. When they were on the way, she immediately took off her breeches, the spring sun had heated up the glider unbearably. She chattered without interruption as he steered carefully through the forest to the first waypoint.

It was a madness, she babbled, Wen and she told each other their life stories while fucking, he licked her honey flower to orgasm when he needed a break. Three days of nonstop fucking, one orgasm after another! She masturbated herself in the bathtub, Wen sat next to her and kissed her. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Irenea was nervously tugging her clit. He accelerated out of the forest and stopped at the waypoint. He needed a short break, a snack and needed to drink. Irenea ate proficiently as well, a hot breeze brushed through the open top, not cooling them a bit. She told him to please lower the couches, she preferred to fuck in the supine position. He nodded in agreement, that said it all. He pushed the buttons and climbed into the glider. He took off his pants and sent the glider flying. Irenea took a big gulp of mulberry brandy, it was her third and last bottle she would emptying until evening. The brandy immediately drove into her loins and made her fire blaze. Goddamn, that felt good!

They fucked throughout the day and he squirted pleasantly as Irenea's vagina felt surprisingly fine and very pleasant today. He enjoyed fucking the old boozer much more than he did four days ago. Although a 72 year old was much too old for him by decades, this one seemed like newborn these days and he found fucking this ancient woman very pleasant and relaxing. She made every effort to fuck like a younger one, she fucked very actively and ambitiously to make his fucking as nice as she could. She masturbated without a break until the end, drank mulberry liquor without a break and babbled endlessly. She talked about every single fucking and licking and only shut up for a few moments when she orgasmed. And she orgasmed every few minutes. He had never seen the clit licking before and she had to describe it to him in great detail, over and over. Gradually he could see it in front of him and comprehend it, because she was describing Wengin's licking meticulously, technically detailed and full of enthusiasm.

He couldn't have told later how many times he fucked her, but they actually fucked for over 6 hours, in a row. Whenever she came to orgasm, he pulled out his cock and watched her. She braced her soles against the panoramic roof, spread her labia with one hand and let her finger race on her clit. She breathed out her release with a twitching body and continued right away and he started fucking her again. He didn't need long pauses because her greedy masturbation was contagious. He stopped at the last waypoint before the city and watched her go into a big orgasm a few times. Irenea made herself have the last, big orgasm and yanked on her breasts and teats to prolong the orgasm. She wrenched her legs wide apart and rubbed her clit furiously, letting the body–twitching orgasm fade for minutes. She gradually calmed down and thanked him for waiting.

They put on their pants and he reported to the control center. He would reach the base in an hour and report to the brigadier general immediately. Then he would talk to Irenea and make it clear to her that he could not explain to anyone even halfway plausibly why she had gone along. In any case, he would not mention it during his report, and she would do well not to mention it to anyone. Even the slightest hint would lead to disaster, he would have to reveal Wengin's whereabouts and her lover would certainly be murdered this time. Wengin would be tortured to death to extract his secrets.

Irenea swallowed hard. It would probably be very hard for her, because whose heart is full, his mouth is full. But she had few boyfriends or girlfriends, and she was clear that Wen's life depended on it. They had a deal. He promised to take her with him on the next special mission to Wengin. Half an hour later, he dropped her off at her garden gate and drove to the base.

The stuffmaster cursed as he said to clean the seats well. A little Half–child had thrown up all over them. He left the exasperated man and sat down with the brigadier general. His report was short and to the point. Two groups of halves, from whom he wanted to buy more technology, had gone at each other. Only a volley from his cannon ended the fight. But one of the chiefs had been killed and he had to hold out until the funeral. He therefore returned empty–handed. Such a mission was delicate and sometimes nothing came of it. Whether he should report about the Half–girls... but the general waved it off, talking about fucking was less fun than doing it.

He drove home after having a glass of wine with Ben and Isegrim in the officers' mess. He took a long shower under a synthetic tropical rain and enjoyed the fine grilled chicken. Then he called Conara, saying he was now about to go to sleep with Binara. She promised to come in an hour. Binara cuddled and cuddled wonderfully with him and gently caressed his cock, he had been away for a week. She pressed herself against his naked body and rubbed her dripping wet, open vagina against his hip, literally fucking him with her clit for minutes until her orgasm subsided. She fucked his hips with her stiff, thrusting clit to her next orgasm, but doing it with just clit fucking was far too exhausting. Conara came, squatted on his cock and fucked him Half–girl style. Her instructors had advised her very well and conscientiously, she said, they felt it necessary for her to learn to fuck like a Half–girl. She nodded encouragingly to Binara, who continued masturbating eagerly. Binara pressed herself against him and brought herself up to speed with her finger. Then she pressed and rubbed her wet vagina with open labia against his hip and fucked him with her clit in the finale. He was very pleased, his daughters had both found a good way to make their orgasms wonderful.

Days later, he was sleeping between Binara and a gonnie girl, Lan's call woke him up in the middle of the night. She got right to the point. "Today morning!" was all she needed to say. He quickly hit the showers and was at the base shortly after 4. The officers stood sleepily in small groups smoking, no one knowing anything. The control center had called them in, without giving any reason. It was not a drill, they said.

Pan didn't hesitate for a moment. He had the crews woken up, the men had to hurry. Breakfast standing, weapons issue, line up. The well drilled men stood in line. An eternity later, a general and his entourage entered the courtyard. He skipped the useless formalities. The order was to occupy and secure the southeastern section 1 to 6 of the city. The enemy? No one and everyone. They had to control the population, prevent roundups and riots. Pulse weapons on stun. Killing only in the most extreme emergency. "I don't want any reports of dead civilians, so that's very clear!" the general bellowed.

Pan and about 40 officers stayed in the large hall and directed the operation from there. Everything went like clockwork. People who met in the streets were shooed back to their homes. There were no exchanges of gunfire. On the big video screen, anchors announced breaking news every minute. Fyy kept him informed; she knew pretty much what was going on. He listened to Fyy and watched the teams that had occupied the district well organized. After an hour, the transmitters switched to the government headquarters. A large, empty table in front of the flags of Bangurel's provinces. After a long time, about 15 dominas entered the room.

They had taken all government members into protective custody at 04:30 this morning, none had been arrested or charged. They now formed the government. The previous government had conducted illegal negotiations with the alliance of pirates, made illegal agreements with them and prepared laws to abolish the prohibition of slavery. The agreements were economically very disadvantageous for Bangurel and provided only some politicians with high profits. It was therefore justified for good reason, and quite constitutional, to replace the government. No changes were envisaged for the population, and government business would continue seamlessly, of course without the pirates' alliance, the spokeswoman said smugly. Then the Dominas were introduced one by one.

Pan listened very carefully to the introduction, memorizing every detail and every image. But unlike the other officers, he did not join in their jeering and indecent whistling. He secretly kept in touch with Lan and conversed with her silently whispering. They watched the same show and he listened to Lan's comments.

The images were the usual, it was all as expected. The dominas were shown with all kinds of advantageous shots, that's what the media called transparency. The cameras lingered on the dominatrixes' breasts for a long time, then they slid lower, exploring the private parts like the nastiest paparazzi. This made the officers jeer. The dominatrixes had thoughtfully put on their tightest translucent overalls, they wanted to show their breasts and pussies to the whole population. This was not exhibitionism, but pure calculation.

Men across the country reacted as the officers did, jeering, applauding and clicking their tongues. In this sex–dominated society, it was not only okay, but it was exactly what impressed the men so much. Breasts, shaved pussies, labia and clit — that counted more than any electoral candy from politicians. Dominas, whose secret slowly opened and revealed the more or less large clit, that was great, that was good reporting, that was recorded in countless households to look at again and again.

Lan told him everything that the moderators kept quiet. It made him laugh that Lan knew all the sexual habits, their sexual preferences, and however piggish little secrets of all the dominatrixes. Of course, Lan was not interested in any government job, she preferred to work in secret with her private secret service. That was just the way she was.

The takeover was swift and efficient, not a drop of blood had been spilled. Proceedings were opened against many former government members, evidence had been diligently collected by the Dominas, two–thirds of the government members were guilty of treason, as were over 40 powerful civilians who only wanted to enrich themselves. The government members who were not guilty were sent to their well–paid pensions; at the very least, they were incompetent and had not noticed or done anything. There was a heated discussion among the population, treason was punishable by death, and the death penalty had in principle been abolished, at least not executed since time immemorial.

Pan stood in the courtyard arguing with Lan. He was in favor of the immediate death penalty; she wanted to throw the fat asses and the businessmen into a dark dungeon. They might be used again, mightn't they? They ended the conversation without giving up their positions.

It took the courts two months to process the appeals. The fatties could afford the most expensive lawyers, but the dominatrix in charge in the government stopped all their games. The courts' rulings held up. Those who followed the proceedings were left open–mouthed in amazement. The government held firm, there was no corruption that had helped the fat cats so far. Two days later, the sentences were carried out. 62 men were executed early in the morning and their assets confiscated. It was tough, very tough. But a clear signal.

Lan was shaken, and he visited her that same evening. The old rules no longer applied, she lamented. But that doesn't matter, she said immediately afterwards. She would adjust, she said, reassessing the dominas. She could have bet that the men would rot in the dungeons. That the confiscated fortunes would go to the widows of the transport ship crews who had been murdered by the pirates was predictable and right. She had talked to the Dominas, they wanted to rule right. Right.

Tea was no longer coming. She had fallen madly in love and had no room for a man in her bed. Lan was pretty much down for the count, she had bonded Tea as a very young girl and awakened her to lesbian love. Now Lan lived alone and had to reevaluate her dominas. It was sobering, but also a new opportunity. She wanted to ask him about his special missions, he wasn't surprised. She got word for word the same legend as the brigadier general. He was sure that her spies had already reported to her. It only became critical when she wanted to know what he was doing with Irenea.

Lan had an ace up her sleeve. Three blurred infrared photos. He responded icily, the general had changed clothes, changed sweaty clothes. "And here I thought you were watching her masturbate!" said Lan, and he laughed at the top of his lungs. Haha, what a great joke! He looked at her slyly. I wonder if she thought he was fucking a 72 year old? They both had to laugh, because his preference for very young girls was also known to Lan.

He had only taken the retired general for a bit, she was not part of his special mission to the Halfs in the southern woodlands. The old general wanted to visit someone at the edge of the forest inconspicuously, but he didn't know who. "The old woman orders herself a Half at the brothel three times a week," Lan threw out her fishing rod, but he didn't know anything about that. It had seemed a little strange to him that the old woman had let him depilate her, but he had not inquired. As a soldier, he obeyed orders almost automatically. The matter was none of his business and he didn't want to know for whom the general was making herself beautiful. He had to lie as close to the truth as possible, absolutely. She had ordered him to buy the depilatory glove and use it to depilate her thoroughly. Lan nodded with satisfaction, she already knew that. She put four photos on the table, they must have been taken with a drone. The naked general could be seen very well, also her hairy pussy, which he tampered with the depilatory glove. He looked at the razor–sharp photos. "Yeah, so? I'm depilating the old cunt. Yeah, so?"

His tone grew sharper. He was alarmed, he said in a cutting tone, that Lan was spying on him. He didn't deserve that as a friend, and as a military man, he had to say, it could easily lead her to treason. She was, after all, spying on a sanctioned military covert operation. They would beat her backers out of her in the dungeon, he was sure of it! Pan felt the naked fear in Lan's mind. He did not want their friendship to be broken by this and she to be shot as a high traitor, he said, deeply grieved. "Keep your enemies at a distance, but your friends close." Master Guo had scribbled this old saying in one of his training books. He had to stay very close to Lan. She was not an enemy, but much more dangerous, a friend.

He wasn't sure she didn't still have pictures of fucking or masturbating. He looked at her softly. She rowed and rowed, there was no question of spying and treason after all! He nodded in agreement, "because if I catch a drone, you will land in the darkest dungeon of my base immediately! Military high treason, there you do not land in court, then it goes straight to you to the neck! Hell and damnation!" She shuddered, for it was quite clear to her that he was not joking.

She rowed for her life, she absolutely had to turn the boat around. It was careless and a stupid mistake to spy on him, she muttered. She wanted to know everything about her lover and she was almost consumed with jealousy, he might be cheating on her with the old general. She realized that now, she said contritely. She would stop it immediately, she promised, and his gut feeling told him that she meant it too. He was clear at the same time that another fierce resistance would arouse her distrust.

Smiling, he sat down next to her and hugged her from the side. "What nonsense are we talking, my dominatrix! The good Commander d'Aubonville is depilating the cunt of the old woman he brings to a clandestine tryst! What's the big deal? Treason, oops, the world is ending!" he laughed, kissing her shoulder. "Why don't we act like friends? If you want to know something, just ask me. Not your spies who suspect a nuclear bomb under every rock. The old woman is awkwardly changing her clothes, but they see that as masturbating? Nuclear bomb, red alert! Goddamn it, what nonsense! Just ask me! The old lady has a hole as big as a swimming pool and a clit as crooked as a palm tree. Probably bent like that from all the masturbating. I'll be happy to photograph it though if you want to see for yourself, I don't need to see it again." He hugged her tightly and laughed. "When I cart her back to her hermit, I'll have to depilate her again willy–nilly, that's when I'll photograph that old cunt and poor sore clit for you, it'll be fun! A lot of fun!" he exclaimed, laughing boisterously and slapping Lan's thigh. She laughed tentatively at first, then more and more loosely. Yes, okay, she would be happy to add his photos to her file. He was looking for a distraction.

He slapped her thigh amicably. "Show me Domina Liane again, the one with the bondage!" he said, "just to get back in the mood!" Lan nodded and called up the video. Liane had a servant tie her to a St. Andrew's cross and whip her a bit, then the servant masturbated her quite wildly. Pan's cock had become stiff and soon he was rolling on the carpet with Lan while the servant masturbated her mistress nonstop.

He went home in a glider and lay with Binara and a gonnie girl. He fucked the gonnie girl with great pleasure. Binara first pressed herself against the gonniegirl as she masturbated, but the girl's fur pricked her as she rubbed her vagina against it in excitement. Binara slid to his legs and rubbed her vagina against his ankle. She grabbed his foot with both hands and fucked the ankle with her clit. She shuddered in orgasm and lay back down with the girl, brushing her hair out of her face and stroking the little face.

"Make her a baby, Papa, make her a baby!" whispered Binara in excitement, and the Gonnie girl's eyes widened fearfully. "Would the Master make me a baby now?" she whispered fearfully in Binara's ear. Binara grinned and laughed, "But Yes, of course!" and she grabbed his cock and thrust it a few times very deep into the terrified Gonniegirl's vagina. He had to laugh as if he had it in him to impregnate the girl. Fyy had bugged him quite a bit in his youth with impregnating a great many young women and a few young girls.