The Raid of the Zulu

The raid came in the middle of the night.

Fyy sat on his lap in the armchair and they whispered after fucking. Fyy's and his communication module beeped simultaneously. He listened silently. Unknowns from space had landed next to some southern cities and thousands of their infantrymen had swarmed out. Alert, alert, this is not a drill! All hands to the base! He jumped up, Fyy would have to get all the information, then he jumped into uniform and raced in a glider into the base.

Isegrim got there before him and had the crews roused. Ben didn't arrive until later, when the briefing with the control center was already underway. They would send out all the fighter gliders equipped with the new cannons. 600 telepaths ran into the bunker where their berths were. The generals had the crews get into the troop gliders and roar south. Pan and Ben went into the bunker; they would guide and supervise the telepathic pilots and fly along themselves.

Fyy had information. Some killed enemies were examined. They were black like Tali, humanoid and slightly larger than Bangurelians. The infantrymen's protective clothing was primitive, they were armed mainly with spears and sabers, only their airships had pulse weapons. They killed only men, robbed girls and women on the estates and the villages. They raped all the women on the spot and then took them to their spaceships. The control center called them Zulu, they robbed only violated women and apparently had no interest in valuables, materials or food. So far over 250,000 infantrymen had landed, they were on foot and had no vehicles. Fyy end.

Pan briefed Ben and the other officers in the bunker, then flew the fighter gliders south. The vanguard had reached the first front line and was firing at the infantrymen from all guns. The alien spacecrafts immediately retreated and camouflaged themselves. No matter how much Pan and some telepaths scanned, they could not reach the ships and their crew. The Zulu infantrymen had no mental protection; Pan and the others could enter their minds with ease. They were simple, not to say primitive creatures, who apparently fought intoxicated by drugs, killing all the men and boys and then raping the women. There seemed to be a kind of hierarchy, the higher ones fucked the young girls, gonnie girls and half girls, the others fucked the older semesters. Women who resisted with success were sabered or impaled. The lowest ranks ravished even dead women and fucked them. The Zulu overran estates and small villages. In larger villages and towns they met resistance; the Bangurelians' pulse weapons were superior to their primitive weapons.

For a few minutes, the Zulu‐spaceships de–cloaked, apparently to bring the captured women aboard to immediately re–cloak. The telepaths accidentally managed to attack a starship with several fighter gliders and it crashed far behind the battle lines. Pan knew that no one could reach them there at the moment and split off part of his mind for the fight and went into the crashed spaceship with the other part. Several things immediately struck him.

The spaceship was far too complex to have been constructed by the primitive Zulu. He also discovered in the destroyed command center about 10 or 12 alien corpses, as small as gonnies, completely hairless and naked with relatively huge heads and black eyes. Most were female, two male. The penises were tiny as were the vaginas. He flipped open a vagina, there were labia and clits and a tiny vagina that he couldn't even stick a finger into. The dwarves with the big heads and their white, almost translucent skin looked more like they had built the spaceship. And they were humanoid, too. He slid further through the chaos of the destroyed spaceship, bodies lying everywhere. He slid deeper.

A surprising sight presented itself. It appeared to be a cargo hold. That was where most had survived. Many hundreds of human women in torn clothes and about 30 to 40 Zulus. They were naked and fucking one woman after another as if the crash had not happened. They were indeed black–skinned people, muscular and wild. And only men, not a single woman among the Zulus. He looked at them more closely. Their testicles, like their cocks, were larger than ours, he thought. They were a bit bigger than Bangurelians, their primitive brains clouded by drugs. And they fucked one woman after another, squirting neatly and grabbing the next one.

He entered the mind of a Zulu. The fellow thought only about fucking, he had to impregnate the human girl. Pan felt the big cock pounding inside the woman and felt the scrotum tighten and the semen shoot out. He did not want to hurt the woman, nor kill her – only impregnate her.

Pan stayed in his cock, which remained stiff even after he squirted, and he grabbed the next girl. The Zulu ignored her protests and pulled her rags aside over her cleft. He felt the big cock making its way inside the vagina as the Zulu fucked the girl with no particular emotion. "A child! A child!" it pounded in Zulu's mind. He squirted and let go of the girl, then took two steps and grabbed the next girl.

He left the mind of Zulu after fucking 5 girls. He gave the next crew operating nearby the exact location that everyone outside the cargo hold was dead and there were still 30 unarmed Zulus and about 250 to 300 live Bangurelian girls trapped in the cargo hold.

He immediately made telepathic contact with the control center while part of him fired on the Zulus. The medium in the control center was a good, natural telepath, but still terribly young. She had apparently never fucked before, but that didn't interest him at the moment. He relayed his observations to her, of the smallish white race, the dead, and of the fucking in the cargo hold. The medium dreaded fucking from the Zulu‐s penis point of view, but she promised to report everything in detail. He demanded that the Zulu DNA be tested immediately, and she replied that it had already been done. The DNA was very similar but not compatible with the Bangurel one. The impregnation did not work, clearly! He described that he had ordered a crew to the wreck and ended the communication, it had lasted less than 3 seconds.

As the control center had ordered, he concentrated on encircling the Zulu infantrymen. It all took far too long. Half an hour passed before he had rounded up and killed about 50 Zulus. He had to watch like hell when the Zulus were raping Bangurelian women. He had to wait until the Zulu had finished fucking and moved on to the next one, at which point he could kill the man with a well–aimed shot to the head. Of course, that slowed down his successes. He was kind of glad that the Zulu couldn't impregnate a woman, on the other hand it showed him the futility of war. The Zulu somehow had a shortage of women and were kidnapping Bangurelian women to produce offspring. Not a single Bangurelian woman would bear them children.

The slaughter of the Zulus lasted well into the night, over 18 hours. The Zulus camped in open areas and rested until morning. He stayed in the bunker and slept as well, some telepathic pilots keeping watch. He dreamed that he fucked one girl after another and after only a few minutes she gave birth to an ugly little white monster and that he stuck a finger into the tiny vagina. The creature giggled and laughed at him, the concept of orgasm was so old–fashioned that it had to laugh. The little monster suddenly got bigger than him and spread its hairless labia. "Look, the clit is pierced! Masturbating is bad, masturbating is forbidden!" The bishop minister whipped with a cord girls who masturbated and fucked them brutally.

He jolted awake. He was lying on his couch in the bunker. He drank a lot of water and contacted Fyy. She informed him of the situation. They had killed close to 100,000 Zulus, but there was a steady stream of new Zulus coming from the cloaked spaceships; by tomorrow morning there would be more than 500,000. Fyy confirmed that the Zulu were not compatible with Bangurelians, Gonnies, Halfs or Tali. Just another humanoid variety of the universe. He relayed the memories of the small–bodied whites to Fyy, and she looked closely at the big heads. Humanoids, clearly, Fyy said, and probably powers more evolved than the Zulu. His memories of Zulu dick fucking 5 girls exhilarated her. She knew all kinds of cocks, human, gonnies, halfs. And clerics, she added with a laugh. They all fucked like Zulu, that concept of fucking was probably universal. She looked at the penises and vaginas of the White Tiny Ones and said that they too fucked like all of them. Fyy laughed, "I'll show you what I noticed, okay?" It was only meant rhetorically, Pan knew that.

First, Fyy began, due to the impact, the shockwave effectively shock–froze the Whites, freezing them in position on impact. The Whites have 4 fingers, a thumb and three fingers. They have seven toes on each foot, and I suspect they handle them as well as we handle our fingers. For I see that in front of their toes is a battery of buttons and switches. I share your assumption that there is intelligence in the proportionally large heads. But further, they have tails above their asses, the fellows a short one, the girls a longer one. Fyy showed Pan clips where you could see these tails, and he nodded in agreement. There are 11 whites in total, we see 9 here, one lad, 8 girls. In the vaginas of 6 girls I discovered fresh semen, and again Fyy let him see. "Damn, I didn't have time for this!" growled Pan angrily.

Fyy continued, 6 girls so, freshly fucked, okay? Semen in the vagina, the little white clits flaccid. The other two girls were getting ready to fuck, look here, stiff and bright red clits! I claim they are using the longer dicks to stimulate their clits and vaginas. One sticks her cock firmly in her vagina, the other has her cock right on her clit. Maybe this is how White girls masturbate, maybe? And now the ninth, the fellow has his penis hanging down, and if you look closely you can see semen stains under his cock on the floor. He fucked some of the girls and his cock was still dripping. "Just brilliant, Sherlock!" he exclaimed, and she nodded, "Yes, my dear Dr. Watson!"

Fyy continued, "9 white people you saw, how do I get to 11?" Of course, that was just rhetorical, too. Fyy enlarged a section of his memory and sharpened the image. There they are, Fyy said triumphantly, enlarging the image. She's lying on her back, her little legs stretched up in the air, and she's widening her vagina with both hands! Look at that little clit, stiff and dark red. He kneels in front of her, pulled out his stiff little cock at the moment of the crash, his semen was splattered over her abdomen. Well? Fyy paused and he had to admit that she was right. Fyy laughed, she would have had more time for the details, that's why.

They talked for a long time more about the situation of the battle, and her ideas revealed that she had researched in the military history works. He said it was a pity that he was not allowed to have sex in the bunker, he would have teleported her here otherwise. Fyy knew that there were several options for fucking, but he was not really in the mood. They ended the communication, it had lasted less than 12 seconds in total. He turned to the other side cursing and immediately fell asleep. He dreamed of the White girls being fucked one by one and their clits being blood red before and transparent and white after. He was allowed to deflower and fuck all 9 white girls one after the other and it was insanely horny.

In the morning the murmur of the pilots woke him up, he drank water and ate the horrible sandwiches, where he wondered every time what the cook had to do to get this non‐quality? He lay down on the couch and positioned his spacecraft in one of the front rows. The Zulus also scrambled to their feet and continued the advance. Kill, rape, and run on. He looked to the sun for an optimal shooting position. He could shoot more Zulus than yesterday, the Zulus formed groups after raping, which were easier to hit.

All at once the advance faltered. Suddenly and for no apparent reason. The Zulus stared at the rankers who were driving them back. Back? Pan ordered the pilots to cease fire and observe. The Zulus ran back in droves, all of them! No killing, no raping. Pan looked behind to see who or what they were running from in a panic, but there was nothing, absolutely nothing! He ordered the fleeing to follow and watch.

The Zulu, all 500,000 of them, ran into a wall of fog and disappeared. They were met by Bangurelians, Gonnie women, Half–girls and Tali. He counted 400, 600, 800, and there were still some coming out of the smoke screen. It took over 4 hours for all the Zulus to disappear. The wall of fog also disappeared and he saw 10, 12, 15 flashes in the sky. It was dead silent. One pilot took a chance and whispered from the speakers, "What now, chief?" Pan was the senior officer here and ordered 45 fighter gliders to remain here for further observation, everyone else back to their bases, reload! Two proven captains were given orders, one had to carefully recover the 11 frozen aliens and take them to the base pathology. The other had to salvage the cockpit with all the equipment and if possible get the entire alien spacecraft to the base. Then he called the pathologist.

The debriefing lasted an unspeakable three hours and it could have been said in a few words: They fled and we have no idea why. He fled the base, he didn't take time for the officers' mess. At home, he stood in the cleaning booth for 20 minutes and set the synthetic warm rain program. Then he sat down naked in the library in the armchair and Fyy on his lap. He knew as well as she did why the Whites had withdrawn the Zulus and disappeared back into space.

The Whites had found out that the Zulus' DNA was incompatible.

The 1,600 abducted women and girls were brought home. A cardinal actually offered a bounty of 10,000 gold coins in credits to any man who took a widow or daughter as a wife and continued to farm the estate. There had been 1,231 men and 281 women murdered, and 69 soldiers had died.

Lan had already negotiated with the Minister of Military Affairs, again there were bonuses and promotions. He indignantly pushed her back when she congratulated him on becoming a brigadier general. He was enraged; he did not accept the promotion. He was a fighter and a warrior, but not an armchair farter! He would resign from the service instantly if the dominatrix promoted him. Lan was meek in the face of his wild indignation and immediately communicated with the minister. He was mollified after the conversation. He only asked Lan to provide well financially for the families and bereaved families of the 69 fallen soldiers, that was all he wanted. He gladly took the bonus payment, Conara and Binara could use it well.

He sat naked again in the armchair in the library after the synthetic shower, it had somehow become so ingrained. Fyy was sitting on his lap and they were discussing the latest information when the pathologist called. He submitted the report in writing and discussed it with the Commander, as required and mandated by duty. The Commander was to ask immediately if there was anything he did not understand, the professor said. The conversation then lasted almost two hours.

They had first examined many Zulus who had been killed. They were genetically most closely related to the Tali, but genetically incompatible. This was also supported by the fact that they apparently rubbed their cocks with yummajuice like the female Tali to enlarge the cock. One had found yummajuice on their cocks. The Zulu were absolutely humanoid like the Bangurelians. The professor even knew exactly what minor changes would be necessary to make them compatible with Bangurelian females, if that were someday desired.

The White Aliens were known to the Valurian researchers, calling themselves Xtulhuxine. The Valurians had only a week to study one of their spaceship crews. Their findings, of course, were incorporated into his report, which he also wanted to provide to Valuria, since the Valurians could not do an autopsy. Pan noted that Fyy was instantly searching the Valurian databases.

The professor confirmed all his suspicions. The Whites had a pattern around the skull that was only visible under blacklight. He had forwarded the pattern to the cryptological institute for decoding. He suspected it was for identification or rank insignia or both. He had dissected the brains, which were undoubtedly highly intelligent. The Whites were four–handed, as the Valurians also confirmed. The feet also served for walking. Four–handedness was known and studied by several species, he added.

Wishfully, he had studied the genitals intensively. The Valurians reported that the Whites spent a great deal of time fucking. There were four times as many females as males in the spacecraft observed by the Valurians. Observations ranged from 5 to 12 copulations daily among the females. Each male fucked at least 20 females a day. There did not appear to be any close partnerships or marriages; everyone fucked everyone, the researchers confirmed. Not a single crew member appeared to be pregnant. Their ages could not be estimated, but there appeared to be no child on board.

All 9 females autopsied were pregnant! This was unexpected. The fetuses were differently developed and all were female. But the further examinations also brought surprising results. The semen in the vaginas of all females came from both males. Different layers of semen could be seen; some had recently been fucked three or four times. Since the seminal vesicles of the males were still three–quarters full, it could be assumed that they had just begun their daily workload of fucking.

Accidentally, it was discovered that the females had all already given birth, but not vaginally, but by cesarean section. The scars were almost invisible and testified to excellent surgery; no suture marks were visible, presumably an adhesive had been used. One had given birth to three, four had given birth to two, and four had given birth to only one. Although it was obvious, the professor did not want to take it as an age determination.

The Valurians had filmed many females masturbating. They wanted to be filmed and tugged at the researchers' sleeves, come on, let's go masturbate! As suspected, they masturbated the clit with their tails, the end of which was shaped like a penis. They masturbated the clit with the tail until the color changed from transparent white to blood red, which took an average of four to five minutes. They clasped the end of the tail with the 14 toes of their feet and squeezed very hard until the penis–shaped end was very firm and stiff and the small glans became blood red, at the same time the small vagina had opened very wide. They clutched this penis with both foot hands and fucked themselves with the penis quite energetically and quickly into the vagina. They tore the penis out completely each time and brutally rammed it back into the vagina with both feet, two or three minutes and gradually opened their mouths very wide. They paused and pressed the penis in very deeply, pulling it out very slowly. The clit quickly became flaccid and transparent again. The females, as the Valurians observed, masturbated on average twice a day, but some masturbated 25 times, depending on how often they were fucked.

Last, the professor said, the shock wave on impact should have killed the whites instantly. Their tissues, their muscles, had immediately turned into a gelatinous state. Examination of the muscle tissue was therefore impossible, the professor ended. Pan, of course, gave him permission to send the results to Valuria.

Fyy nodded to him during the lecture, she had checked everything. Pan was tired, drank another cognac and dozed until dinner. Binara had been quietly reading on a screen in a corner, listening to the lecture. She still had many questions and he answered everything he understood. After dinner, they sat down in the library and let Fyy show them the Valurian recordings of White people fucking and masturbating. For some reason, the Whites were interested in the Valurians documenting their lovemaking in great detail. Often a male would pull his cock out so far that the squirting in could be recorded in slow motion. Their faces showed no emotion, but Pan thought the guys were grinning outrageously. The females' orgasms as they fucked and masturbated could only be detected by the way they opened their mouths to a long, soundless scream. The Whites did not speak, probably communicating telepathically, Fyy thought. But maybe neither males nor females had orgasms like some animal species, Fyy said. Maybe.

Lan had been summoned to the Cardinal again and there was a hand–wringing, she complained to Pan. She had undressed and laid down on the bed when the cardinal announced with a sly grin that his people wanted to fuck her, too. She jumped up in horror and covered her nakedness as four or five men came in. She shouted unseemly at the cardinal that she wasn't a cheap hooker or a brothel whore, goddammit! She and the cardinal yelled at each other until she began to dress angrily. The cardinal backed down and shooed the deacons out.

She stopped undressing and the cardinal had to fuck her dressed and standing up. She was proud of herself, she didn't get a single orgasm! She flew home immediately on a glider and they had said a frosty goodbye. She didn't know if the cardinal was gone forever. Pan reassured her, she hadn't made a mistake, only he had. How stupid must someone be to take a dominatrix, a minister to fuck in his circle of friends? She was absolutely right, there were plenty of hookers and whores for that. She must not give in an iota in this matter.

He hoped it wouldn't have been disrespectful of him for groping her naked servants? he asked mendaciously with a worried look. But no, Lan said laughing, she knew how he liked to fondle their bodies and their clits in particular! Laughing, she called a girl over and put his hands on her breasts. She stood in front of him and he let her spread her legs a little. He stroked the girl with satisfaction, her breasts, belly and labia.

She let it happen shamefully and her breathing became shallow and tense as he excited her clit. She slapped her hands in front of her face as he masturbated her. She sank to a crouch with her knees wide apart as he continued to masturbate her in orgasm. She slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out loud. He let her go and Lan beckoned the second girl over. She let it be known that she wanted it. She stood wide–legged in front of him and pulled her labia apart with both hands so that her aroused and stiff clit stood out. He masturbated her quickly and she stretched her clit out to him, her ass cheeks quivering in orgasm. He let her go and stopped Lan, they should eat now. The girls served up the food and he cheekily grabbed one and the other's ass. As they lay on the bed, the naked servants stood in the background watching.

Pan was concerned that they saw no way to detect the approach of a White spacecraft. That they would not be back anytime soon, of course, was obvious to him. Nevertheless. He was one of the chiefs of the space patrols and had responsibility. He sat with two radar officers in front of a screen and videophoned with a radar officer in Valuria. He was happy to help. He gave his officers the latest settings and picked out the log, from the encounter with the Xtulhu‐things. He grinned wryly, with more than 43,000 different races they dealt with, it is impossible to remember all the names. Pan laughed and said we call them the Whites for simplicity. The Valurian had found the appropriate entry and transmitted the signatures. With it, they could detect the Whites if they were not cloaked. One would see the ships as blurred shadows on the radar if cloaked. An amicable farewell was said and Pan instructed his officers to adjust the radars and then to notify him and the Brigadier in writing.

After a long time he again flew a 2‐day–patrol with Isegrim. In the evening, they parked the glider high in the trees, sitting in the branches and dangling their legs under the stars. Isegrim spoke almost not a word during the day, only in the evening they got entangled in discussions. He went on and on, describing how he saw Isegrim's achievements. The old warrior did not like that at all, there were so many other topics. But Pan would not let him go. He would like Isegrim to be an officer, a lieutenant, a captain or something. It annoyed him that his best buddy and best warrior was not present at various meetings, that he could not assign a mission to his best warrior. He, Isegrim, had shown in this and that situation that he could lead his people. He had what it took to be an officer, and he had shown that an officer did not have to be an armchair farter. He had refused the promotion to brigadier only a few weeks ago, as Isegrim knew very well. He should sleep on it and let him know in the near future. The subject was closed.

The other day, when they had returned the glider and were dictating their report together, Isegrim said in passing, okay, lieutenant then! Pan nodded in agreement and initiated the procedure that same day. Three days later, the general pinned the stars on Isegrim's collar and welcomed him as an officer. The general offered a drink in the officers' mess and everyone surrounded the newcomer. Pan's firm handshake and a whiskey on the rocks was celebration enough. He never regretted it, Isegrim was a good choice.

Wengin had told him that the hostilities were over. Lea was half healed and healthy, she had held court and had slit the throats of 5 ringleaders. Wengin said grimly that Lea had done the only right thing. She would like to see him in two days. He arranged the details with Wengin. The general dispatched him on the special mission, Irenea rejoiced and went to the studio for depilation. He told Conara, Binara, and Lan. Fyy knew what she had to do. The second day he picked up the glider with 2 trailers, the gonnies packed both trailers to the top with books and he picked up Irenea. The summer sun burned relentlessly on the glider.

Passing the first waypoint, he had the seats folded down and Irenea undressed. The crystal in her necklace and the mulberry brandy drove into her freshly shaved cunt. He wanted to masturbate her in orgasm, he said, and she nodded eagerly, that will be wicked for sure. He fucked her just a little before she rubbed herself to orgasm and masturbated her in orgasm. He prolonged the orgasm, as long as possible and rubbed her wildly and firmly. She screamed with pleasure and horniness until he was done. The 6 hours were soon up, Irenea orgasmed in one go and he masturbated and fucked her without cuming and she screamed herself hoarse.

At the last waypoint he got dressed and headed for the lake, for Wengin's house. Irenea had decided to walk around completely naked in the summer. Poor Wengin almost passed out from shame when she frivolously presented her obscene pussy, but she wouldn't budge. He ate the snack with Wengin and naked Irenea and chatted with Wengin over a cigarette. The poor guy kept looking at his sweetheart, who was stretched out with her legs wide open to the sun. "You're going to get a sunburn on your clit," Wengin said to the lewd old girl, but she stuck her tongue out at him and said she had to make shade for herself with her fingers now. Wengin wanted to sink into the ground as she masturbated in the blazing sun, her legs spread wide apart. Pan lit a cigarette, he had time. He told the poor, completely confused man to put some ointment on her later. He put a hand on Wengin's forearm as she writhed lustily in orgasm. "Wengin," he said quietly, "she is a very naughty girl, your Irenea. She fucks and masturbates as long as her body plays along. She knows no shame by now, and I don't want that to offend or upset you. Our world out there revolves almost exclusively around sex. The former values you still cling to today don't count for anything anymore. Be a good lover, give her your attention, but let her do her thing. She needs it, she loves it, she lives for it. She wants to be a naughty girl, she really does. Your relationship will be more solid and loving if you can be happy about her being a naughty girl and wanting to be one."

Wengin thought for a long time. Then he smiled. "She's a spoiled, dirty, naughty girl, and I love that about her, too." He smiled and looked kindly at Irenea. Pan said to sit next to him, looking directly into her cleft. Wengin smiled broadly and sat down next to him. "Two men gawking side by side into the cunt of a naughty girl masturbating pleasurably in the blazing sun," Wengin laughed softly. "She's already over 73 and needs it so badly!" Pan hadn't even realized she was already 73. They both watched, smiling, as she struggled to orgasm and then kicked both legs high in the air. She laughed and looked at the big boys watching her masturbate. After her fourth orgasm, he tapped Wengen's arm, climbed into the glider and flew to Halfgard.

Lea stood outside the palace hut and hugged him affectionately. She let unload the books and pulled him into her chambers. She was not like Lan, she did not immediately drag him to the mat. He washed his torso and face and put on a clean uniform shirt. They stood in front of the floor–to–ceiling window for minutes, looking out at the pond. "It's nice to have you here," she said simply. He asked how her injury was doing. She brushed aside her light vest, pushed aside the bandage and showed him the wound. He was startled; the pulse beam had passed smoothly under the collarbone. The healers had done a good job, as far as he could tell.

He took some photos, he would show them to his daughter, she is a good healer. Lea nodded and led him to dinner. They had shot lions and he ate the prime seasoned steaks. They sat down in the bar, sweets and liquor and Lea snuggled close to him. Only a few councilmen and others came to speak with Lea. She had asked that they might not speak to her until three days later. But some things had to be discussed now, she agreed. But she stayed by Pan's side and snuggled up to him.

Pan still couldn't get used to the strange customs among the councilors. They rubbed their cocks against Lea's thighs or buttocks and squirted hard. Lea pulled her loincloth aside to let them squirt on her cleft. The very young men pressed their cocks firmly on the cleft as they squirted, a few penetrated her vagina to squirt. Lea said that this ritual had been around for ages. In earlier times they masturbated standing in front of the Queen, that they were allowed to rub themselves against the Queen and squirt had only been introduced by Budicca. She herself had extended the ritual and let them squirt on her cleft. Also that the boys penetrated at the end of the masturbating into the slit was okay for her.

They talked splendidly, he drank little and quenched his thirst with fruit juice. The wound hurt her, she said, he had to take it easy. Sure, he said, that goes without saying. She emphasized again that he had to take care of her, and therefore a girl would lie with them. She was giving him the virgin, she whispered softly. He said nothing. She had carefully chosen the girl, she bathed, perfumed herself and made herself beautiful for the commander. She was already 13 and eagerly wished to lie with the Commander and give herself to him. Lea smiled, he would remain hers, the girl would not tie him to herself. "I'd sooner cut her throat than give you away!" Now he smiled, he had kept it that way with Budicca too, "but the first seed belongs to the mistress!" He kissed her very softly on the lips, something he usually never did in public. He would accept her gift.

They sat side by side in the washbasins, holding hands. The old maid washed his cock conscientiously as always. She had checked the gift of the mistress herself and the girl smells very good, she said confidentially, the commander will have his real pleasure with her! He thanked the maid, she was always kind to him and that meant a lot to him. They entered the bedroom.

The girl's light blue eyes flashed as he walked towards her. Her light blonde mane blended into her beautiful, well–groomed back coat, it was also light blonde. Lea noticed his look and said, Nora was the child of a very old family that had migrated from Norway from the old earth. They all had this rare hair color. Nora nodded and snuggled up to him. How she had come here, he wanted to know. Her family gave all Halfs to the brothel at the age of 10 at the latest, they needed the money. She had run away to Halfgard with other Halfs when she was 9 and Queen Budicca gave her to a winery. In 4 years she had learned to make wine and various liqueurs and brandies, she was proud of that. The wine and liqueur they had drunk today, she had made all by herself. He clicked his tongue appreciatively, that had tasted very good.

He sucked in the scent of the girl, she smelled really good. She cuddled and caressed him, but he pushed her back after a while. "The first seed belongs to the mistress!" he said and she looked questioningly at Lea. She nodded and said that was true, an ancient custom of men. He laid Lea on her red–gold back fur and penetrated very gently. He fucked her slowly, taking care not to hurt her. Nora fondled Lea's breasts and watched very curiously as he poured himself into Lea. He didn't push her, but pulled his cock all the way out and squirted into Lea's vagina from the outside. Lea nodded gratefully as he finished squirting.

Nora's caresses made him hot. Does she know how to do it? he asked and she nodded in the affirmative. She had been masturbating since she was a little child, she did it very often because it was proper for a Half–girl. Since she was in Halfgard, she watched the others fuck every night and knew how it went. He made her lie on her back, he stroked her face, the beautiful mane and her back fur. Lea took her full breast in her mouth and excited her teat with tiny bites. Lea's fingers masturbated Nora's clit vigorously and he waited until Nora orgasmed. He penetrated and deflowered her with a jerk, as her orgasm erupted. She beamed at him from her bright blue eyes and he fucked her for a long time. He waited for her third orgasm and squirted. He sank down on the bed next to her. Nimbly she sat on him, gradually made his cock stiff again with her mouth and tongue, she could do it very well. She fucked him like all Half–girls until the first ray of sunlight. Lea pressed her vaginal entrance to his hip and masturbated with her healthy hand tirelessly and non–stop until the first ray of sunlight. During the orgasm she bit lightly or also firmly into Nora's teats, because she wanted it. At the first sunbeam Nora stopped and threw her cape around. She thanked the Commander for the great honor and the Mistress for her generosity, she kissed them both on the mouth and silently scurried away.

Lea let him sleep until noon and held meetings with the council until lunch. The maid who gently woke him could not tear her gaze away from his cock. He let her wash him with wet cloths and suppressed his desire as she rubbed his cock stiffly and washed it conscientiously with a devout look. He sat next to Lea at lunch and enjoyed himself. They spent the afternoon on the far bank of the pond in the shade. No one disturbed their intimate togetherness. They laughed about funny things and he listened to her very attentively, for they did not often have the opportunity to talk seriously to each other. She, in turn, wanted to know everything about his daughters, everything about Lia and Lan.

She laughed heartily when he told her about Lia's gift, her cunt in gold. He had taken it with him in his jacket pocket, and Lea twisted and turned the precious cunt in her hands. "A really nice cunt," she said, "and you fucked with her?" He now told the whole story and she wondered why his friend Ben let his wife fuck him. He said it happened very rarely and was something very special. But in this case Lia, not Ben was the driving force. And it made him a little proud to be desired by the most beautiful woman in town. Lia's fingers slid over Lia's golden cunt until evening.

She wanted to know everything about the Odo‐program. She had understood that the clergy sought unrestricted power and that he had certainly averted disaster by sabotaging their efforts. She grinned lustily as he described Odo in action. It was the first time she had heard of Fyy, and he told her everything truthfully. Was he sure that Fyy was the only specimen? She most certainly was, he said, Fyy would have found out long ago otherwise. He showed Lea a picture of Fyy and she asked if the android always walked around naked? He confirmed she only dressed when she went for a ride. "She's a beautiful girl," Lea said thoughtfully. He guessed her feelings and said he never forgot for a moment that she was an android, not a girl.

Lea had heard about the Zulu raid, of course, but he still had much news to tell. She could absolutely understand that the lack of women was the reason for the raid. She had read in Budicca's books about the raid of the Sabine women. But it was fortunate that the Zulu were incompatible, or they probably would have ravaged Bangurel. He nodded, it would have been a terrible bloodbath, for the Bangurelians would have fought to their last breath. Lea shuddered, Halfgard had sophisticated weaponry, but the Zulu would have killed thousands of Halfs. He threw himself into a heroic pose, if need be his men would have protected Halfgard. She immediately threw herself into his ridiculous pose and they burst out laughing.

Before they left for dinner, Lea said that tonight a special girl would lie with him. Freya was also a 13–year–old virgin and related to her. She was the daughter of her father's brother. Pan put an arm on Lea's shoulders, saying he would take the girl as gently as if she were Lea's sister.

Dinner was a feast, Lea took his visit as an occasion to treat her people to delicacies. The hunters had swarmed out and made plenty of prey to feed thousands. Several hundred Halfs had room in the great hall, thousands were fed in the streets. In the bar afterwards there were sweets, liquor and Lea. Pan was happy as he had seldom been before. The old maid who washed his cock in the washbasin praised the Queen's gift in the highest terms. She had chosen the perfume herself and she smelled quite wonderful. He praised her with beautiful words, saying she served the mistress and him excellently. They entered the bedroom.

He looked at Freya. She had striking Asian eyes, you could see her Chinese ancestry, more than Lea. She had small, girlish breasts with very large teats. Her Asian face was framed by a thick, red–gold mane, and her back coat was also red–gold. He recognized some similarities with Lea, but Lea did not look very Chinese except for her eyes. Freya nestled against his body and caressed him. She kissed and caressed him very affectionately and whispered in a pause that she knew, the first seed belongs to the mistress. He kissed her on the mouth and turned to Lea. As he had done the day before, he fucked Lea slowly and carefully, pulling his cock out of her vagina to squirt. Lea spread her vaginal entrance with both hands and let him squirt in. She kissed him for a very long time, then they turned both to Freya.

She had been well prepared and lay down on her beautiful back fur. Lea masturbated her clit and Freya gasped, "The teats, Auntie, the teats!" Lea bit and nibbled on a teat, both getting quite stiff. Freya's orgasm came quite quickly and he was thrusting hard several times until the hymen tore. Freya let out a little giggle, then she grabbed his shoulders and he fucked her forever. She always orgasmed quickly and he squirted pleasantly in her tight vagina. He lay on his back and she took his cock in her mouth. Lea had instructed her well and she caressed his glans with her tongue and lips until his cock was stiff. Lea had spread her labia and pressed her vaginal entrance against his hip as she masturbated.

Freya fucked him very wild, that was her way. Before the orgasm she shouted that Lea must bite her teat and Lea bit her quite hard. She instantly triggered Freya's orgasm with the bites, who pressed Lea's head on her breasts and orgasmed trembling with satisfied sounds on his cock. Freya kept up her pace until dawn, making him squirt again and again and making Lea bite her teats. Lea masturbated in one go and only stopped when Freya finished her fucking in the morning. Freya gave them both lots of French kisses at the end, thanked them for the fine, beautiful fucking and left quietly. They could have slept on for days, but a maid woke them up and washed their genitals. So they were still in time for breakfast. He thanked Lea for giving him Freya's first night. The girl was already fucking like an experienced Half–wife at 13. Lea grinned, glad that he had had a nice time.

The technicians stowed his loot in the trailers. There were 4,000 pairs of night vision goggles. The technicians had him compare, the military's current night vision goggles and the new goggles. They were light as a feather and you could see ten times more in the dark. They only had to be in sunlight for an hour and automatically charged for a night. He was thrilled; the glasses were a big improvement. He said goodbye and flew to Wengin's house.

Wengin had caught many fish – he had specially designed an electrically charged net – and they grilled and ate for an hour. Wengin was proud of the night vision goggles; the miniature self–charging battery was an engineering masterpiece. You Bangurelians won't be able to replicate it easily, but he would produce supplies for the military. Irenea finished before them, sunning her cunt with her thighs open. "She wasn't sunburned," Wengin whispered, "and I've reconciled myself these three days to the idea that she wants to live a frivolous, obscene, horny and naughty life. It's just fine with me."

As Irenea climbed naked into the glider, deliberately displaying her pussy in a frivolous manner, Wengin murmured in his ear, "If she wants to fuck you, go ahead, I don't mind," and Pan nodded. "Is she 73 now or almost 74?" he asked softly, winking. "More like soon to be 74," the old man whispered, "and I'm 70, the only one in the world of Halfs. No one has ever lived to be that old. No one."

His mind was in Lea's arms as he steered through the forest and promptly shaved a few branches. He stopped, but the glider had only gotten a few new scrapes. He continued to drive with concentration and got the glider on its way. He folded the seats down without prompting and lay down with Irenea. As on the outward trip, he fucked her just short of orgasm and masturbated her clit wildly and for a long time. She herself would have stopped much earlier, but he pushed her down violently and masturbated her until her clit was soft again. She liked it, she said, getting it forcibly done was insanely horny! They fucked and masturbated the whole way back without him squirting and it wasn't until the last waypoint that he got dressed and had the seats folded up.

He had announced their coming and Pozzebon welcomed them with almost ready grilled steaks. Pozzebon looked up only briefly as Irenea bounced around completely naked. He grinned wryly and muttered that summer had apparently arrived at his farm as well. Pan took a hearty bite at dinner; the steaks were truly excellent. He asked again not to bring Irenea home for two or three days, so they wouldn't arrive at the same time. The spies. Pozzebon showed him his latest acquisition, a new glider that could be used as a transporter for his products. Pan examined the good piece, Pozzebon had shown a good hand there. It even had a small loading crane to hoist heavy pieces from the ground onto the loading platform. The age, grumbled Pozzebon poisonously, the age!

The brigadier general was very pleased. The night vision goggles were a great advantage for the infantrymen and the special forces. He was in good spirits, his horse was fully recovered and he enjoyed the early morning and after duty rides. He pulled out the checkbook and gladly paid the 6,000 credits; the military would have spent many times that on night vision goggles, which were big and clunky and offered much poorer visibility.

He went to join Ben and Isegrim in the officers' mess for just a drink, but said goodbye after 20 minutes and took a glider straight to Lan. He told Fyy that Binara should not wait. Lan had tried to reach him several times, but he could not be reached in Halfgard. She was glad to hear from him and promised him a decidedly fine dinner. She knew as well as he that the authorities were listening to every communication. He would be there in fifteen minutes, he said.

It was as usual, even before dinner she pulled him onto the mat, needing the loving embraces of a loved one and the fucking with the lover. The half naked servants stood in the background watching as usual. When dinner was served, she shooed the girls out. She had already turned on the blocker. She didn't need any witnesses.

First she reported on the visit to the Cardinal. Her voice was dull and toneless, the visit to the cardinal was disappointing. He had forgotten about the screaming and was just greedy and horny. She was with him for 36 hours, they fucked when they were not dozing. He was no longer the youngest and puffed himself up with mulberry brandy, without which he could not fuck. She had left the crystal at home and didn't drink a drop of mulberry brandy, because she didn't fuck for her own pleasure. Her body betrayed her shamefully again. She fucked the cardinal with irrepressible force, getting orgasm after orgasm without shame. She stopped crying long ago, she fucked and fucked for all she was worth. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she told. After she left, she heard rumors that the Cardinal was secretly filming her and it circulated among the clergy. She was pale, she would beat the cardinal to death for that, she said.

Pan shook his head. The cardinal couldn't be that stupid. "He is completely infatuated with me," she said pallidly, "his horniness and lust for me are boundless and deviant." Rocking his head, the Cardinal could only lose at this after all, with those who saw the records and also those who wanted him dead long ago. The Pope would have to turn his back on his best man if this became known. That would be pure suicide, Pan said. She looked at him strangely. "The cardinal keeps fantasizing about eloping with me and starting a new life." He fell silent, there was nothing more to say about such foolishness.

There was a new scandal, Lan said, the latest talk of the town. The minister in charge of women's affairs, the bishop, had released a film. He had hired professional cameramen. The film showed secretly made recordings of the incarcerated women masturbating day in and day out. Then, how he punished the women who didn't want to fuck, but preferred to masturbate. Masturbated a lot. He had them tied to St. Andrew's crosses and whipped them with leather straps. Then he fucked the bound women from behind and whipped them all over again. He took turns with his deacons, they whipped and fucked them alternately. At the end, he read out the text of the law and threatened all the women who did not let fuck themselves.

Pan shook his head, so this is what the bishop understood. Lan played the film for him. She wanted to hear his impression as a man. He waved it off halfway through, he had seen enough. The obsessively masturbating women in the dungeon were very horny to watch, because all the men got horny from it. It was in the nature of men. Pan suspected that the women had been turned on beforehand with copious amounts of mulberry brandy. Their snarling and their uninterrupted masturbation after orgasm spoke for it.

Also, the footage that showed only the women's pussies getting fucked from behind in close–ups and slow motion was quite eroticizing. Especially when they were fucked from behind and their fucked pussies had been filmed full screen. The cameramen had done an excellent job of filming. The screen–filling pussies were widened by the cocks fucking and the semen of the previous man dripped viscously to the floor. Even the smallest clits stiffened very quickly and nodded to the rhythm of the fucking. A few women got orgasms and cried out in their pleasure. Most, however, did not have orgasms. The bishop as well as the deacons pulled out their dicks while squirting and squirted their semen on the ass cheeks of the women.

Neither the bishop nor the deacons were good fuckers, because you could see quite clearly how most of the clits stiffened and the women almost came to orgasm. Pan said the clits were tense to bursting and so stiff that the women would have orgasmed in a second if someone had touched them with a finger. Such images definitely excite us men, Pan said, probably most men reacted as he did with sexual arousal. The whipping and beating, on the other hand, was downright repulsive and gruesome. He didn't even want to imagine that there might have been people who got a sadistic pleasure out of it.

Lan stopped the movie. He didn't want to see the rest at all. He asked her what the townspeople thought of it? She said that many outraged and angry people had flooded the government with protests and there had been demos and processions against the law and the pathetic bishop. However, the polls that were immediately arranged did not produce a majority against that law or the bishop. Most Dominas in the government were repulsed in private conversation. But no one with weight or power could be found to take the bishop to task.

He left Lan long after midnight. His visit, his hugs, and the good conversation had restored his domina's spirits. He was satisfied with that because even if Ileana was not his sexual favorite, she was his best informant and a powerful member of the government. Regardless of fucking the beautiful dominatrix, he thought keeping her warm was important. Although Fyy warned him of the potential danger, she still thought it was right to stay near her. Ben agreed; he and Isegrim were the only ones in the military with whom he could talk openly about it. Ben had lain with her one night a long time ago, but she really didn't fuck well in his opinion.

Binara was already asleep, he went briefly into the cleaning cabin and sat down naked and comfortable in his armchair, Fyy on his lap.