Troubled Times

The patrols had their hands full, for the Tali were rioting, regardless of the dead. Many a landlord had to chain or shoot his Tali. Ben raced home in alarm, his gonnies calling for help. His Tali had brutally beaten Lia and were raping her nonstop. They grinned at him with maniacal looks and would have fucked his wife to death had he not pounced on her. He was able to tear them both away from Lia, but they did not stop raging. He could only hold one down, the other plunged her cock into Lia's vagina and fucked her wildly. Despite her injuries, Lia orgasmed and Ben was in deep discord about what to do. The Tali took nonstop turns fucking Lia frantically, Lia's cries soon turning into desperate whimpers. The Tali raged like furies and Ben had to shoot them both, there was no other way he could stop them. He immediately took Lia to the hospital and let the police arrest him. He called Pan.

Pan discussed it with the brigadier general, prepared a bag with some things and hurried to the prison. A cowardly, haughty prelate ran the prison and Pan had to waste an hour with him. The prelate had nothing to say and chatted for an hour. At last he was let in to see Ben. They communicated with a glance: Bugs! Ben told him the events truthfully, he had done no wrong and had shot in self–defense. Pan reassured him, he had spoken to the hospital, Lia was in good hands and would recover completely. Pan promised to go to the archbishop right away.

Torx immediately received him at the Sanctissimum. Pan noticed the palace whore masturbating on the couch in the background and she rose after a few moments. He looked at her naked body, she was really a feast for the eyes, now straightening her clothes in embarrassment. The patrician girl looked shyly at him and the archbishop before she disappeared. He grinned only briefly and became serious again. It didn't even take 5 minutes for Torx to completely grasp the situation. He called a secretary and dictated the documents needed for immediate dismissal. Pan arrived at the base only minutes after Ben. They went to the general and discussed the situation. Ben immediately left for the hospital.

Pan was exhausted from drilling with his men and smoking in his library. The cognac was well deserved and Fyy was sitting on his lap. She knew how much he liked to caress and fondle her girlish body in situations like this. In the weeks after Ben's release, she had collected and evaluated all the reports of violent incidents involving Tali girls. No single criterion that a police officer or other investigator would consider fit. But she drew an unusual conclusion. What if her food was poisoned, the yumma? He let go of her clit and slapped his forehead. "Girl, you're a genius!" he exclaimed, and she nodded, Yes, of course! He drummed the head of the military epidemic institute out of bed. He described the task to the baffled man. Yes, right now! Yes, he knew what time it was, but the investigation would have to begin immediately. Yes, he had already notified the brigadier general. Hop hop, go!

The scientists knew what they were looking for. On the third day, they discovered the fungus that had affected a large portion of the Yumma‐crop. Instantly, they developed a rapid test and people sorted the fruit in the Yumma‐plantations. The fungus was neutralized when the yumma was cooked, like the poison, and was harmless to humans. The Tali, who ate the Yumma raw, were given only tested fruit. The Tali attacks rapidly diminished and stopped altogether. The scientists forwarded their findings to Valuria so that the danger would be known on other planets. Attempts were also made, of course, to combat the fungus directly in the plantations, but with only moderate success.

Lan wanted to tie him to her, enamored as she was, but he did not go along with it. He could only visit her once, twice a week at most, and he didn't want to stay all night. He had to sleep in his own bed and check on his house. There was discussion back and forth, because Lan didn't know what feelings she was actually fighting against. But she was an intelligent woman and saw that Pan could not be tied down and meant well by her. It was better for both of them to live in their respective households and not move in together or even get married, as the little girl in her breast ardently wished. The dominatrix in her, however, knew he was right. Her respect even increased because he was a man with a backbone. It was perhaps better this way, she could concentrate on her ministry without thinking about fucking. She knew when he would come and fuck her for a few hours.

She had finally let him talk her into resuming daily masturbation, not wanting to be fucked by her gonnies or the clergy. She was very ashamed to talk about her masturbation with a man, because it was considered unseemly and shameful among human women to masturbate instead of fucking. By doing so, a woman violated the socially required supreme norm, "You must fuck and be fucked!" But she accepted it, recognizing his good and honest intention. She would rather have sunk into the ground than describe to him, a man, in great detail all the secrets, her favorite techniques and the excitement of masturbation, but she did it, not leaving out the smallest detail. She snuggled up to him and showed him her masturbation, which she had never shown to a man before. She became calmer and more balanced as she resumed masturbating regularly every night. The brigadier general had given her a collar that she only put on when Pan came to fuck or when she masturbated at night. It really boosted her libido better than the mulberry brandy and spurred her orgasms.

Conara had her practice up and running, her gonnies ran her household perfectly, and she had trained two gonnie girls to help her with her work. She regretted not staying over as often, but she was masturbating a lot again and that put out the fire in her cunt. She no longer rubbed herself against the hairy gonnie girl while masturbating, but against the gonnie man's cock, who afterwards fucked the gonnie girl. She rubbed her open vagina back and forth the gonnieman's stiff cock and fucked his glans quite vigorously with her clit. She laughed because she usually fucked the gonnie man so skillfully with her clit that he almost squirted. Of course, she let the little guy squirt into her vagina. After her orgasm, she put her vagina over his cock and patiently let him squirt in. She really liked that. Mostly, though, she had to fuck his cock a bit to get him to squirt. It was wonderful to fuck his glans with her clit and then ride his cock for fifteen minutes or more and make him squirt again. That was just fine with her. But no, she wouldn't let the gonnie men fuck her, or anyone else for that matter, just her father. For her, that was just as right.

Binara's 12th birthday. Conara had come, Binara really wanted her there. The most skilled Gonnie cooks had prepared a wonderful feastly meal. He gave Binara a heavy gold bangle set with precious stones and Conara gave her a golden ring with a diamond. Binara ate proficiently, though she chattered all the while admiring the ring and the bangle. They had the gonnies cleared and the three of them sat in the library. The two girls were allowed to drink cognac and smoke with him for the first time. They had excellent conversation and he put the eroticizing collars around their necks as they went to bed. The effect of the crystal drove straight into their pussies.

Conara and he fondled and caressed Binara, who was soon panting with arousal. Binara lay on her back fur and spread her legs expectantly. He thrust his cock into her vaginal entrance and whispered for her to embrace him. They held each other very tightly and he had to thrust a few times until her hymen tore. She screamed with joy and kissed him continuously. He whispered that she was an adult now and could officially fuck and be fucked. She looked at him with shining eyes as he started to fuck properly. Conara took her small breast in her mouth to excite her. He grabbed Binara's ass cheeks and back fur, he thrust fast and faster and grabbed her ass and back fur really tight as she orgasmed with little screams. He grabbed her ass cheeks like a vice and pulled them all the way apart, widening her ass and vagina and pressing her against him, he squirted into her vagina in her dying orgasm and Conara bit her teat ever so slightly. He dropped down between his daughters and hugged them both.

Binara cried with joy, it was so beautiful! It was her big day and it was beautiful! She and Conara took turns climbing on top of him and fucking him, working up their orgasms the Half–girl way. He praised Binara as he did Conara, she had prepared well and could fuck excellently on her first night. He was glad that he had practiced with Irenea to keep his erection long. The girls took turns fucking him until well after midnight. They fell asleep snuggled close together.

Fyy sat down on his lap after breakfast and Conara and Binara left the room as they always did when he had something to discuss with the android girl. Fyy took a long swing. When Master Guo was still a young scientist, he had developed the enhancements for her brain, and most importantly, the learning AI. Pan nodded, he already knew that. He had inherited not only this palace, but also the master's considerable fortune, Fyy continued. She was the only humanoid android on the planet so far, and hardly anyone knew of her existence. But now a team of researchers had bought up the research papers of the Master and the inventor because they had created a humanoid android, but were not satisfied with the brain they had created. Fyy said that two days ago a large amount of millions had been received in his account, that in itself was correct, he was the heir after all.

Fyy said that she was conflicted, to put it in human terms. Pan interrupted her, who owns the institute? Fyy was silent for almost two minutes, searching databases and documents. A ridiculous construction, how they wanted to hide, the girl said, ultimately the institute belonged to the clergy, the papal academy. He just nodded, aha! Fyy continued. The dichotomy was, on the one hand, to see if they could bring about the brain including the AI, or on the other hand, to blow up the institute. She was silent and Pan thought hard. He asked how likely it was that the scientists would succeed? Fyy knew the answer immediately, 99.99% that they succeeded very quickly.

He had decided. Fyy would love to see how well other androids worked, of course. He said with a laugh, presumably the clerical android was a male and Fyy might be interested in fucking that one. Fyy nodded in agreement, of course she had already thought about that and would be happy to describe it in human terms. Pan nodded, he could understand her curiosity very well, he would feel the same way if he were her.

But we have to think of more than just fucking, he said seriously. How many androids do you think they will build? Fyy knew the answer, the researchers had already built 17 models, men between the ages of 18 and 25, with another 5 not yet ready. 17 brains of varying degrees of success, but they had no AI. They had 17 different dicks, Fyy said, big and very big, of course they couldn't squirt. How would she know? Fyy laughed sweetly, she had already tried the models, but they fucked relatively clumsily.

Pan was amazed. She had fucked all the models? But of course, the girl said, during the last months, but most of them fucked boringly. Only the last two models were good enough at fucking to satisfy any human woman. All right, said Pan, we'll spin it further. The Papal Academy makes androids, several, many. They'd build several hundred that would have all your abilities, Fyy! What if they built thousands? Thousands of highly intelligent androids in the hands of the clergy, the Pope, the Papal Academy!? For heaven's sake! That gives the clergy even more power than they have now.

This is not good, Fyy, he said softly.

Do they have the documents yet? Have they made copies yet? Fyy replied in the negative. The documents are all still at the Ministry and won't be notarized for another week or so. Pan thought for a moment. No, it wasn't wise to blow up the institute. There was a solution that might please him and also Fyy. Let them build androids, as many as they wanted! After all, she, Fyy, could always check how well the newer models fucked. Fyy nodded in agreement, yes, she would really like to do that. Fucking with the androids was really fun!

Fyy, Pan said, you would have to sift through the records at the Ministry, the formulas, etc., and change them inconspicuously so that the Institute couldn't build brains as wonderful with AI as she had. Just some small changes that sabotaged the project a little. It would have to be so that they could only produce brains as weak as they had before. No calf brains, of course, but only brains that they would have made themselves as well. Fyy had understood him immediately, the formulas would have to look impressively good without giving away the real secrets. She nodded, she could do that, no problem! The security at the ministry was hundreds of years old, she would walk in unseen. He wanted it that way, didn't he? Pan nodded, "Good girl, you understood your task, so let's go!" Fyy walked over to the library and stood in the loading dock. He knew she was already working diligently and would teleport if necessary. Of course, she would teleport to the Institute at night to get fucked by the androids. Grinning, he went into the base for duty.

Days later, he was back on schedule with Lan. As she requested, they fucked twice before dinner, the servants standing silently waiting in the background watching. They wore only short vests and Pan took his fill of their shaved clefts. They were not allowed to masturbate while watching, but almost all of them pressed their fingers to their slits. When they sat down at the table, he shooed the girls out. He wanted to discuss something with her without witnesses. She went to the dresser and pressed a button. "It's all blocked," she said, sitting down expectantly. What she knew about it, about the Pontifical Academy's secret project to construct a humanoid android that could fuck better than any Half and Tali? Lan's jaw dropped, she hadn't heard anything about that, not a single word! Where did he get the information, she asked, knowing immediately that he would not answer. He said it was a big deal. Every wife wanted a great fucker like that, no matter what the cost. He had no relationship with the academy nor with the clergy. But he was going to be involved in this business somehow, with maybe 3 to 5 million credits. Whether she . .?

Lan thought hard. She didn't know who she could squeeze at the moment, but that could be found out. He really wanted to invest money? Yeah, sure, this promised to be a good deal after all. He wasn't asking for anything illegal, he said, ripping a club out of the pheasant, he just wanted to make some money completely legally. That was all right, Lan said, but it was difficult to find out the details. He smiled. "You've fucked clerics for less!" he interjected, already knowing the answer. "I've only been fucking you, my dear," she said succinctly, "for months!" He smirked that she shouldn't give up the most important combat tool, he said as a military instructor. One of the first things he taught the cadets.

Pan could almost physically feel her thoughts bouncing around like a caged bird. He didn't mind, not at all, if she let someone fuck her to get information, he affirmed. He wasn't a baby after all, he said, and he didn't come from the millennium before last, when men still restricted and patronized their wives regarding fucking. He was a child of this time, women should and had to have sex with whom they wanted and even if they didn't really want to. And that fucking was sometimes about something completely different than sex, everyone knew that.

He was happy like a crown prince every time he was allowed to fuck her, because she really was a goddess at fucking! But it unsettled him when she refrained from fucking. He kept quiet and let it sink in.

"Oh Pan, how I love you! That was the most beautiful compliment a man has paid me." She wiped her eyes, for she was truly touched. She would find out what he wanted to know. She would let anyone fuck her if that was what it took, even though her heart wasn't in it. He felt the wistfulness that filled her as she thought about getting fucked for information. But, she sighed, it had to be done.

His gonnies, who had their huts in the palace courtyard, loved him dearly. They had it very well with him, he spoiled them with the choicest delicacies, there he was much more generous than his neighbors. They knew about his preference for young Gonnie girls and they protected the virginity of their daughters, who were already sexually mature at the age of 10. They would put the 10 year old Gonnie girls to bed for him and he would get all excited because he got to deflower them. He made it a celebration every time they gave him a virgin and bought them a dozen pheasants, the Gonnies' favorite fowl. Binara had seen the deflowering many times and was proud of her father every time. Now a grown woman herself, she lovingly embraced the little virgins before deflowering that had been given to her father. Like Conara, she had decided to fuck only him. When he wasn't around, she wanted to fuck the gonnie men's glans with her clit like Conara and ride them to squirt with her vagina.

Fyy sat down on his his lap and let him caress her. She had done it all. She had first made a copy and archived it in his library as Dante Alighieri's Divina Commedia, Inferno Vol. II to XVII . Perhaps one day it would be of use. Then she had carefully and expertly altered the formulas so that the Institute could not develop perfect brains, especially a meaningful link to an AI. Fyy smiled mischievously. The androids got implanted a huge desire to fuck instead, she smiled, and Pan had to laugh out loud. "You little rascal!" Fyy teleported to the Institute every night to get fucked by the androids. She grinned, because when the androids fucked her, it meant nothing to them. But she was much more highly evolved than those, had humanoid feelings, and knew and enjoyed the concept of the female orgasm, her creator had placed great emphasis on that and endowed her with perfection with it. Pan was very pleased with her, he said, the clergy received no additional power, just a good industrial product. The papal academy initially geared up to produce 1,000 androids per month.

Pan brought steaks to Irenea's house again. She and Pozzebon were most amazed when he gave them the checks for 7,500 credits each. It was a tremendous amount of money for both of them. He explained to them that he had brought the double gun to the military, which was a great advantage. Pozzebon and Irenea were technically able to follow his explanations and arguments. Both of them understood that he procured special things for the military during his missions and that all the money came from there. Again he filmed the two fucking in extreme close–ups and suggested that Pozzebon should cum in her mouth. Pozzebon was on fire, but Irenea blushed with embarrassment. She had never done that before, she said coyly like a convent schoolgirl, shaking her head. Pozzebon explained how she had to do it and she tore her mouth wide open and masturbated his cock in her mouth. Pan recorded the squirting up close in slow motion. She dutifully swallowed the semen, which squirted in rich jets over her tongue and down her throat. She masturbated him in front of her open mouth until it stopped spurting. She laughed hornily grinning into the camera and said that it wasn't as disgusting as she had thought earlier. Later she let Pozzebon fuck her mouth and squirt deep down her throat, almost choking her. Pan didn't yet know what he could use the footage for, but he would see the right time.

Two months after Lia got out of the hospital, Pan used Lea's 5,000 credits to buy two very young Tali for Lia. He told Ben that if you fall out of the saddle while riding, you have to get right back on. Ben understood, but he could not treat Lia like a cadet. It was an expensive purchase and Pan had to pull some levers. The Tali were sisters, 13 and 14 years old, and had been raised by the Wise Women. They were both virgins, they had never lain with a man and together with the Wise Women they had only fucked nursing mothers. Lia quickly overcame her fears as Ben had the raw yumma tested again in the house as a precaution. Lia enjoyed fucking with the new Tali very much and screamed out her orgasms joyfully again. Ben told Pan one day that he had deflowered both Tali in succession and they willingly and gladly let him fuck them. "And Lia back in the saddle?" asked Pan and Ben nodded, better than ever!

Pan was pleased with the developments. The young gonnie girls were in his bed like Binara, giving him their youthful, fiery fucking. Fyy had apparently successfully duped the Academy Institute and he lay with Lan one night a week. She candidly reported to him everything she had found out in the Archbishop's bed. She wasted a lot of time describing how she had let the Archbishop fuck her. She cried a little because she had betrayed her most beautiful feelings. Yes, she said, the Archbishop really fucked very well and she even came to orgasm crying, but her heart was not in it. Anyway, it was fine with the Archbishop if the Minister and the Commander wanted to participate in this project. Lan had received the express permission of the Archbishop, who was enchanted and bewitched by her amorous arts. She had found out, however, that the androids were not as good as pretended. They were exceptionally gifted at fucking, so the academy was awarded the contract for mass production. The monopoly was a financially significant advantage for the clergy, but beyond that, the androids did not bring the power and significant advantage that had been promised.

The Archbishop had told her of the plan to use the intelligent androids, etc. to gain influence and power and to replace the government of the Dominas by a government of the Godmen. Peacefully, democratically and without violence. After all, the clergy was represented in the government only by a bishop, the only man in the government. He was the minister for women, sexuality and sexual education. He had only been able to create a law to whip women who refused to fuck. He fucked all the dominas in the government in turn to get the law passed. He was now outlawing lesbian love and putting it under draconian penalties. But that still took time. The Bishop was fucking the Dominas by divine mandate and for the good of the people! "Amen!" said Pan mockingly.

Pan thanked her for her success, he would join the project in a moment. Lan cried, she had let herself be fucked by a complete stranger again, and even if her heart was somewhere else entirely, her body had betrayed her, betrayed orgasm after orgasm. She cried and howled, the Archbishop drank the mulberry brandy from full cups, he fucked her relentlessly and her orgasms betrayed her physical lust. Pan hugged her and whispered how grateful he was that she had spent a night and a day fucking the ugly Archbishop and had let the guy mount her incessantly. He loved her very much and felt how much she was grieving, he said.

Lan looked at her servants and asked him if he also thought it was right that they had to shave off their pubic hair? He confirmed to her that the girls looked better that way, he personally did not like pubic hair, absolutely not. Lea had the girls step in front of her one by one. They looked at each girl individually, discussing their bodies, breasts and clefts, and Lan quietly whispered in detail about their sexual habits and preferences. The girls blushed with embarrassment. He palpated their bodies, meticulously exploring their private parts. Lan laughed brightly like a little girl when he rubbed a clit stiff to bursting and the girl tremblingly orgasmed. Most masturbated alone, Lan said, only a few in pairs. They had every night of the week off, where they were allowed to fuck with their lovers, but most went straight to the brothel to the Halfboys. The girls preferred to be fucked by the Halfboys, even the ones who had a human lover. Lan really knew everything about the girls, everything. Lan's fire was blazing, she hugged her lover and pulled him onto the bed.

The brigadier general drove with Pan and Binara to a quarry near the base, which served as a firing‐ and testing range. The idea of taking Binara came to him when he saw her studying old defense technology. The engineers had set up the third copy of the replica and were proud to show off the first perfect example of the dual cannon. Pan had already seen the earlier models and knew how well they had done. Like claypigeon shooting, the target drone was fired off from random positions and the engineer in the improvised gunner's seat aimed and fired. The general kept tapping him on the shoulder, "100% hit!" The engineer flipped a switch and left the gunner's seat. The general waited in amazement. At the command of an engineer, 4 target drones were fired simultaneously. The unmanned dual cannon shot down all 4 in lightning quick succession. This was repeated several times without a single miss. The general's words stuck in his throat, he was simply stunned. He and Pan shook hands with the technicians and effusively praised the work. Not only the general and he chatted with the technicians for a long time, but Binara also debated with one of them. Pan had introduced his daughter before the demonstration and that she would soon begin her education in engineering. Pan observed that she was treated well by the technicians. He drove to the base with the brigadier general, Binara wanted to watch the dismantling of the cannon and would join him later.

"Your daughter seems like a smart kid to me," the general said. She could enter the military academy at 14 and train in engineering if she wanted, he continued. Pan thanked him, it was really her heart's desire and he only had concerns about how a Half–girl would be received in the military. The general laughed, if the girl really had what it took to be an engineer, no one would be upset about her back fur. Speaking of which, the general continued, the girls with back fur were considered good fuckers, right!? Pan nodded, "that's really true, my daughter fucks quite excellently, boss!" he said, giving emphasis to the words with a nod of his head. "She's very particular about fucking, but maybe one day she'll fuck you, chief!" The General was silent and Pan mockingly contemplated his horny thoughts. The General was a man like them all and not a choirboy. He had never dealt with a choirboy before and puzzled over what the phrase actually meant.

He had called a gonnie girl and a gonnie man to bed, for Binara wanted to show him how she did it with the gonnie man. She had had Conara show her several times. Conara slid back and forth quickly on the cock, masturbating herself to orgasm and frantically fucking the glans with her clit. She inserted the cock, continued to masturbate and quickly rode up and down on the cock until she orgasmed. She then fucked the cock much faster than Binara had assumed from the account and let the cock squirt in. Binara told Conara that it looked like real fucking at the end, but Conara denied that was deceiving.

Pan sat up in bed, penetrated the girl's vagina, and let the gonnie girl sit on his cock while he watched Binara and the little man. The girl bounced up and down impatiently, but he hugged the little girl and murmured that she would have to be patient. Binara knelt to his left and right, her labia clasping the young man's big cock, and she slid back and forth. She slid faster and faster on the cock and her orgasm came. She grabbed the cock with both hands and fucked his glans with her clit, for minutes, until her orgasm ebbed.

She grabbed his cock and plunged her vagina over it. She plunged up and down the vagina, slowly at first, then speeding up, masturbating simultaneously for fifteen minutes. Binara's arousal increased as she masturbated, and she finally fucked the cock so fast that the boy squirted rhythmically. Pan saw that Binara's ass cheeks twitched as he squirted and she released her orgasm at the same time. She hugged the gonnie boy and whispered to him. After a minute or two the same thing again, her labia sliding back and forth on the cock, she fucked his glans with her clit in orgasm and then she inserted his cock. Again she dove up and down, this time she masturbated rapidly from the beginning and jerked in orgasm. Then she fucked him very fast and made him squirt quickly, her ass muscles worked in time with the squirting and her finger raced on her clit in orgasm. She repeated everything two more times, she fucked her clit like a fury and masturbated while diving, after the orgasm she fucked him very quickly making him squirt. Her fourth time was so horny and exciting that the gonnie girl fucked him sitting down like out of her mind and made him squirt.

They took a break, he drank a cognac and the gonnies and Binara mulberry brandy. It was clear to him that she was really fucking the cock to make it squirt. But it didn't matter to him that Conara and Binara didn't consider it "real" fucking, he didn't bring it up again. Conara, who had been practicing it for some time, needed it five or six times in a row and usually took two gonnie men with her to take turns fucking her while she masturbated. His daughters had developed their method and made it nice and satisfying when he wasn't around. Knowing that was very satisfying.

They switched partners, the gonnies happily fucking away and Binara lay down on her back fur, this was the way he liked to fuck. Binara hugged him and let him bring her to orgasm only then he squirted. He had enough for today and when the gonnies were done they left quietly because the master was already asleep. Binara needed it one more time and masturbated, her body and vagina pressed against him. He was already asleep when she fucked his hip with her clit in orgasm.

He had arranged with Wengin for his next ride, sent Irenea to the studio for depilation, and had the brigadier sign off on the mission. He fetched the old glider with two trailers from the stuffmaster and the gonnies packed as many books into the trailers until they were full to the top. He picked up Irenea, who had packed several bottles of mulberry brandy in the second bag. Irenea had her wonderful collar on and was drinking from the bottle. She couldn't wait to rip off her clothes at the first waypoint and he put the seats down smiling.

Irenea's clit was already deep red from all the rubbing and she had asked him to fuck her during orgasm, she liked that best now. He watched her masturbate and thought about the last conversations with Lan. She had had the Archbishop give her an Odo to test. The Odo were the new type of androids and Lan had talked to Odo for a very long time. He had a wealth of knowledge like a well–trained cleric, he could research the public knowledge network faster than a human, and he was excellent at carrying on a conversation.

Lan had let Odo fuck her to exhaustion one night, he was a really skilled and persistent fucker. She reported Odo was athletic as an athlete and could fuck for hours without tiring. She found fault with only two things. First, he was uninvolved and she missed a modicum of love or affection. Secondly, it was irritating that he himself did not orgasm and could not squirt. She had let him fuck all her 20 girls and he still could. She would keep the Odo for her girls, probably. She herself had no desire to let Odo fuck her another time.

Pan fucked Irenea during all her orgasms and she whooped with pleasure. She gasped grinning, those orgasms were the best. The collar, the booze, plus his fucking, it was a Faustian moment — "Wait a minute! You are so beautiful! Then you may beat me in bonds, then I will gladly perish!" she quoted the thousand year old word. She was amused by his astonishment and continued to masturbate happily. He enjoyed fucking her orgasm very much, their bodies vibrating with pleasure and excitement.

6 hours later, he directed the glider through the forest, to the lake and to Wengin's house. He accepted Wengin's invitation for a snack and the old man explained the gift he would receive. It was a bracelet that could shoot a stunning or lethal pulse. It could fire 50 pulse beams and could be worn much more inconspicuously than a handgun. Never again did an officer have to be unarmed, even in the shower stall or while making love. The longer Pan thought, the more clearly he saw the significance. He flew to Halfgard.

Lea unloaded the books and grinned all over her face. "We're going on a trip," she said over dinner. When are we leaving? he asked, shivering as her red–gold mane and back fur blew as if in the wind. "After dinner, before liquor," she said with a laugh. She led him behind the palace, where 8 people were already waiting on horses. He had never ridden a horse before, but this couldn't be too hard. When they stopped at the first village two hours later, he thanked all the gods of the universe. His butt was mincemeat and Lea rubbed it with an ointment. By the time they were at the communal shelter, where the companions were also fucking peacefully and she was riding him, he had already forgotten the pain.

Lea showed him her work holding court in the villages. He watched the proceedings just as he watched Lea. She was honest, fair, conscientious, and neutral. It was clear that she used her telepathy, but it was only a tool. She strictly followed the laws and rules. More than once, even the winner was sternly admonished and in one case given the same punishment. They dined with the villagers and Pan met many interesting people. In the evening of the second day they arrived back in Halfgard. All too gladly he gave the horse a pat goodbye. Riding was not his, but perhaps his experience would be of use in conversation with the brigadier general.

He had to admit to himself that he liked sitting in the bar again. Lea asked him if he felt like fucking a virgin today, but he immediately waved it off. He just wanted to be with her alone tonight, her love was his only desire tonight. She kept silent and nodded, that was okay. She held his hand as they sat in the sinks.

After breakfast, Lea asked if she would see him again. He hugged and kissed her. They lived on different planets, he said, there was nothing either of them could do about that. But she was the only woman besides his daughters he could trust and feel safe with. None but her. She looked into his eyes for a long time. "You're my best friend that I can count on, too!" She looked to the ground. In another world, she would give anything to be his wife, she whispered almost inaudibly. He embraced her and they stood still, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, a quarter of an hour. Their bodies melted into each other and he felt how much he loved this woman with all his heart. "In another world you would be my wife, Queen Lea!" and he stroked her red–gold back fur and kissed her deeply. He broke away from her, time to depart. He would come again, again and again, he whispered.

The Halfs loaded the boxes of 2,000 bracelets into the trailers. A technician had demonstrated the bracelet for him. He pointed to a branch on the far bank of the pond. Pan just had to mentally focus on the branch and fire. He was skeptical, but he concentrated and wanted to fire at the branch. The pulse beam shredded the branch. The technician said the bracelet automatically connects to its wearer, recognizing target and fire command automatically. Don't lose it, the technician warned, it could be operated by anyone, even the enemy. Your engineers will be able to replicate the bracelet, but not the special battery that provided 50 pulses. You are welcome to try, but he thought it unlikely. Pan thanked Lea for the loot and flew to Wengin's house.

Wengin's barbecue fish tasted excellent, Wengin gave him every bit of information about the bracelets. Miniaturizing the battery had taken years of research, and the old designer explained it to him from the technical drawing he gave him. Whether he passed the knowledge on to the military was for Pan to decide. He just had to promise to think conscientiously for a month before passing it on. He, Wengin, did not think that Bangurel was ready for it yet. Pan thanked the old man and climbed into the glider. Irenea was already naked as they boarded, ignoring Wengin's dismay at her shamelessness in frivolously showing off her obscene cunt, but summer was approaching and the sun was burning down relentlessly.

Irenea, dressed only in the collar, almost could not wait for them to reach the first waypoint. The return trip was much hornier than the outward trip. He pushed the old woman wildly in her climaxes and did not hold back the squirting. Irenea cheered because she felt his squirting quite clearly because she paused in masturbation and experienced his wild squirting in the finale heart pounding. He did not know afterwards whether he had squirted only a dozen or forty times. He didn't have a drop left after six hours when he delivered her to Pozzebon. The old captain glanced at him briefly and grumbled that she was sucking Pan's juices like a vampire, exhausted and pale as he was. He, however, was getting fat and fatter at it, having to eat two steaks for days. They looked at each other and burst into loud laughter.

The brigadier general first had to think about how he rated the bracelets. It was immediately clear that they were issued only to military personnel. Equipping the population with weapons would be a very bad idea. The bracelets were a good opportunity to award good officers. But he had to test how the bracelets were received first and would decide later whether to produce them. He absentmindedly wrote the check for 6,000 credits, his thoughts on his sick horse. Pan requested 10 bracelets to distribute among his comrades. He sat in the officers' mess almost until midnight with Ben and Isegrim, who were on night duty. When he got home, Binara and her two gonnie men were already asleep. He sat down in the library and Fyy on his lap.

He was dog tired and leaned his head on Fyy's virgin girl breasts. She told him about the events of the last 5 days, there was nothing spectacular. Lan would have kept the Odo and let him fuck all her girls every night. They seemed to have a thing for the loin strong boy and currently didn't go to the brothel at all. Fyy searched Lan's mind, but she hadn't let Odo fuck her since the first night, Fyy was sure. He nodded, Lan had told him that the last time they had talked.

Binara took two gonnie men to bed with her every night. No, she didn't let them fuck her, she just used them to masturbate and fuck them to make them squirt. She didn't always take the same men, nor could she take turns. Binara had called her once because she wanted to fuck clit to clit. She seemed to really like it a lot.

The clergy put the first 1,000 Odo's on the market and charged 2,000 credits, Fyy said. It cost much less than a thousand to produce and the clergy made a tidy profit. "He probably didn't tell you," Fyy said, but his good friend Ben had moved heaven and hell to get an android. He acted secretive, so she suspected he wanted to surprise his wife. Pan nodded; he'd figured as much. Fyy said she would set it up so Ben got a well–stocked one. Fyy winked and Pan grinned, "my clever girl!"

Fyy had his cock out and was riding him in the recliner. She knew he loved her 16 year old body and her childish cunt that looked back on over 50 years of fucking experience. She fucked him frequently in the recliner and sank backwards with her head to the floor as her orgasm made her tender body tremble and he cum inside her. She could control the timing of her orgasm wonderfully.

Fyy smiled when he asked if she went to the androids to fuck. Yes, of course, she should try out all the different dicks. The technicians had done a really good job, the current production models were fucking her to glorious orgasms. The two production lines were running at full speed and they produced the last two models, one with a big cock and one with a very big cock. The models were left with head hair only, armpits and pubic hair were omitted entirely, the foreskin was shortened to a minimum and the scrotum was only for appearance. Fyy thought the androids turned out quite well. He told her to keep fucking the androids to test the quality, he had after all invested 4 million and borrowed Lan a million to invest.

He had given Ben, Isegrim, and a handful of his best men a bracelet. He had been wearing one since Halfgard, of course, and took the men to the underground shooting range. He practiced shooting with them and inculcated them to count along. After 50 shots, the bracelet had to be loaded. They were all thrilled, they could wear it 24 hours a day, it was light as a feather and waterproof. You could ditch the clunky pulsers and still be equally armed.

Lia had thanked for the Tali with a beautiful handwritten letter. Her gift was not a bracelet or a ring. She had had her cunt recreated as a 1:1 model in gold completely true to life. He admired the vaginal entrance, the labia, and the clitoris, which presented itself stiff and aroused. He placed it in his library so that it was always in front of his eyes.

Ben asked him if he could come to dinner the other day? Pan agreed, he hadn't seen Lia since the hospital and knew he could expect a feast. Ben agreed, he appreciated that. Ben acted mysterious, there would be a special surprise. He feigned interest because Fyy had already informed him.

He joined Ben right on time, hugged Lia and confirmed that she looked stunningly erotic and horny in her see–through nothing cocktail dress. The feast was excellent, Lia put the daughters to bed and dropped her dress as she walked past the men into the bedroom. They finished the whiskey and stubbed out the cigarettes, then went to Lia's bedchamber. The chairs for Ben and him were again right next to her bed, so close that he could touch Lia's body. Now Ben rose and asked her and him to wait, he would bring in the surprise and disappeared. She put on the eroticizing collar and the effect of the crystal went straight to her cunt. Pan caressed Lia's body, her full breasts and her exciting labia. She rubbed her clit, this really couldn't wait.

The door opened, Ben and naked Odo came in. Lia was really surprised, because the whole city was talking about the androids. Pan stated that Fyy had chosen a specimen with a very large cock. Ben placed the android's hand in Lia's, "This is your mistress!" The android nodded, very much looking forward to fucking the mistress. His caresses, his kisses seemed a little fake, like a bull he impatiently pushed forward with his cock. Lia gave a little whimper as the huge cock entered her. Odo fucked her for over half an hour and she screamed with pleasure and orgasmed continuously. She groped for Ben's and Pan's hand to hold on to in her half–hour ecstasy. She was completely spent and exhausted and pressed her hands to Odo's chest. "I can't take it anymore!" she brought out, and Odo immediately stopped fucking. She beamed at Ben with shining eyes and squeezed Pan's hand while her breasts rose and fell, breathing heavily. Ben clapped his hands and the two Tali girls came in.

They were a little confused and looked to Ben, but he gestured for them to fuck the mistress as they always did. Lia was soon on fire again as the cuddling girls caressed her, because they were really good at that. One penetrated Lia and began to fuck her. Odo got into position behind the Black Beauty and fucked the fucking Tali girl. She flinched, because she had never been fucked while fucking herself, but she kept going, Odo setting the pace. Lia came screaming to orgasm, Tali just after her and Odo fucked the girl and with her also Lia further and further and further. Lia screamed unabashedly in her pleasure, the Tali girl fucked and squirted without ceasing, as Odo continued to fuck her unabated. Lia's screams became quieter and the Tali girl collapsed after the half hour. Odo released her, she had squirted all her seed and was huddled together exhausted. Although Lia was totally exhausted, the second Tali girl penetrated her. Odo also fucked this girl from behind for half an hour, she gasped with effort and fucked and squirted in one go until she had squirted all her semen into Lia and gave up, exhausted. Lia told Pan she couldn't take any more today. He feigned a little disappointment and soon took a glider to Lan.

She greeted him affectionately and pulled him onto the bed before they sat down to dinner. He wondered, he said, there were only two servants present. Lan laughed brightly as a bell. Odo stayed in the girls' dormitory and fucked them all, 24 hours a day. Minus the time, she corrected herself, that he stood in his loading dock. She grinned and laughed, the first few days the charging station hadn't been installed yet and he looked plenty ridiculous with the charging cord stuck in his asshole.

Cardinal Tomaselli, the former archbishop, had already called her to him after 4 days, he was really infatuated with her. She had left the collar with the crystal at home, she did not want to light her fire with the cardinal. She had always had to cry, because it disgusted her to fuck with him. But her treacherous body responded, she had one orgasm after another. The cardinal drank mulberry brandy to ignite his lust and conjure up his erection. Lan wept bitterly on Pan's shoulder, for it was so shameful for her to orgasm so often during this vile fucking.

No, she was not proud of those orgasms. He listened kindly as she detailed fucking the cardinal, shaken from crying. Her body demanded another after each orgasm and she almost fucked the cardinal to death, so greedy and horny she fought for each orgasm. She didn't have the magic crystal on her neck, nor did she drink even a drop of mulberry brandy, but she hadn't fucked in far too long and just had to have the orgasms! she said, shaken by shame and crying. He hugged and comforted her and pulled her onto the bed.

Pan closely controlled the production of the dual cannons. All new spacefighters were equipped with them, and the cannons of old fighters were gradually replaced. Valuria supplied enough special steel and the factories' assembly lines ran day and night. Still, it would be a long time before Bangurel had enough battleships. He had a battleship with the new cannon permanently installed in the quarry and let the telepaths practice with it tirelessly. He let them aim and fire themselves, leaving the automatics switched off. The telepaths made good progress, the new cannons were easier to control than the old ones.

Pozzebon visited Irenea quite often, Pan joined only occasionally, bringing steaks. The two were quite good conversationalists because they understood a lot about military technology and had an outside perspective. Pan listened very attentively because the two were not operationally blind. He scanned the house and garden as usual and Irenea was always completely naked. He filmed the two of them fucking, Pozzebon liked to pull his cock out before he squirted so he could film in slow motion the squirting into her cunt. Only her finger could be seen, racing on her stiff clit in slow motion. He still didn't know what he would use the footage for.

Binara always let Conara go first when she – came over rarely enough – to spend the night. He was very proud of his daughters, who had found their place in society. Binara was already in the 1st preparatory course and crammed diligently day after day, she was not satisfied with a good placement. That they also fucked him excellently was more than just an extra. Binara had shown Conara how to fuck clit to clit and it was their favorite when he took a break. He enjoyed watching them, it was always very exciting.

Wengin was his connection to Lea. She had her hands full, more and more often groups were fighting each other over nothing, nothing at all. She had to react with hard bandages, so that there were not too many dead. A pulse shot had injured her shoulder, yet she swung into the saddle to join the fray. When she appeared on horseback, the weapons soon fell silent. She allowed herself bed rest only at night to cure herself. Wengin reassured him it was not a bad injury and it would be wiser if he did not visit her and distract her from the fight. He trusted the old constructor's judgment that at present only the Halfs could help themselves. He, with his military background, could not help her. He dictated a long loving message to Wengin for Lea.

Ben and Lia also let Odo spend the night with the servant girls, who enjoyed the fucking insanely. Lia preferred the Tali girls because they were much more sensitive than Odo, the wild bull. She rarely let the beast fuck her anymore, only when she wanted to pass out after orgasming, which Odo was very good at. The Tali girls also let Odo fuck them only sometimes, as he completely deflated them. They too lost their senses if they didn't stop him in time. This was difficult because the two girls were getting many, many orgasms and would not stop. Odo was very good–natured and tirelessly brought all the servant girls to orgasm. Many of them used to come rarely to fuck, often not for months or years, because they were too ugly or too poor to go to the brothel. Now they got orgasms from Odo whenever they felt like it. This had a very positive effect on their morale, Ben reported.

Isegrim had wisely arrested four dozen of the Tali leadership class from the northern coastal areas and thrown them into the dungeon. Without them, permanent peace returned and the poorer crews now had Tali women to fuck. It was not an uncontroversial decision, but the facts were in Isegrim's favor. The peace held and the soldiers had about 50 Talifemales to fuck for free at the base. The soldiers thanked Isegrim by making a vagina‐shaped medal and awarding it to him with much cheering. Of course, one and the other donated a drink once in a while.

Intelligence contacted the brigadier generals and they contacted the commanders and captains. One watched the pirates‐alliance with Argus eyes, observed the material transports and the gigantic flying cities in the universe. Now, some two years after the last war, they had built about 1,500 new battleships and 70 to 80 large battle domes. That wasn't much yet, but in a year the numbers would double. People were watching the combat drills, of course; the pirates were sticking to their old tactics and had no significant new weapons. More and more women or warriors took command, there was a brutal power struggle between men and women. Pan, who was attending the briefing with some of his captains, poked Ben in the side. "If the telepaths find out . . ." He didn't have to say it, ". . . this is going to be the big fuck!" Still, he later told his officers, that was just the intelligence community's view, so!

He guessed it was no more than a year or two before the next pirate attack.