Wars, Raids, Battles

Three years had passed and everything was going in an orderly fashion. Binara had done splendidly and received her first star before her 18th birthday. She could be justifiably proud of that. Conara now employed 12 human doctors and the clinic ran like a well–oiled clock. She had hired 2 healers, because many small and larger aches and pains could be treated with the old healing methods. Unfortunately, many Bangurelians gave birth to their children by Caesarean section, which was a stupid idea. It was good business for the clinic, but Conara was still vehemently against it. For many millennia, women had given birth to their children naturally, and for that to change so suddenly was, in her view, completely wrong and unnecessary.

Pan only visited Jana every few weeks now. She had given up hope of having a fourth child. After 10 years her husband had declared one day that it made no sense and they should end it. Pan breathed a sigh of relief, it came to an end and he didn't have to have a painful conversation with Jana. So much for the theory. She, of course, called Pan every time her husband wasn't home and fucked him in the big marital bed. He was sure that her husband knew, but as long as she was satisfied with fucking once in 1 or 2 weeks, it was fine with him. She hadn't gotten any prettier, by golly, but she fucked a lot better than Lan and made no demands. Now that they were fucking in the large marriage bed and not standing up, he could grab her gorgeous breasts full of pleasure and play with her teats at will. He showed her that some women let their teats be bitten before or for orgasms. She tried it and then was hooked. Jana gave herself vulgar, frivolous, filthy or passionate, just as she felt at the moment. It was fine with him, it was a welcome change from fucking with Binara and the Gonnie girls.

For Lan, he was no longer the desirable favorite, her infatuation had faded. Still, she continued to want to be fucked by him. She only invited him every few weeks now, but rewarded him with a dewy virgin each time. He eavesdropped on her, although Fyy kept him much more fully informed. Fyy watched Cardinal Ruggeri quite closely and began to warn. Ruggeri had set up shop in a small town to the east and was arming his private army with the latest weapons, planning something big, and was in close contact with four cardinals who had been released from prison months ago. Pan felt now was the moment to pique Lan's interest. In an aside, he dropped a remark and mentioned the 4 names. They would have contact with Ruggeri. Lan jumped up as if stung by a tarantula. Ruggeri! Immediately she called her detectives to check the 4 for contacts with Ruggeri.

Her ministry worked slowly and sluggishly. After weeks of surveillance, they had intercepted and decoded the cardinals' communications. Lan drew the right conclusion, anyone who used such complex encryption had something to hide. And anyone who secretly set up a private army was up to something. They found Ruggeri, secretly got all the data on shipments from the legal and illegal arms dealers, and watched closely his private army.

Lan did not hesitate for a moment. She informed the Dominas and requested support from the military. Pan stayed out of it, he had done more than enough. Lan had a good 200,000 men with the police forces and the military and that had to be enough for Ruggeri's 65,000 men. She asked Pan several times if he would like to raid with her, but he vigorously refused. This was a mission for the infantrymen, not the space corps.

Of course Lan was far too clumsy and soon every barber and hairdresser in town knew that a military expedition to the east was imminent. It took the force over 3 weeks to follow the rebels over hill and dale, through forests and ambushes, to encircle and disarm them. The infantry leadership refused the order for bloodshed and led the prisoners away. Ruggeri had a narrow escape, but he had nothing left but the shirt on his back. Plenty of evidence was found in the seized papers, deployment plans and operational plans. The target was the Pope and the government. A few days later, because of the reward, he was betrayed and captured. He was brought in chains before the minister and — here there were no reliable reports — shot as he fled. Lan later admitted to Pan that he had shot Ruggeri single–handedly without batting an eye. Ruggeri had admitted to plotting the assassination of the Pope and the government in order to become Pope himself and form a clerical government. Lan had no interest in a long trial. Similarly, the 4 cardinals were shot for allegedly resisting. "Now there is peace in the box!" said Lan before going to the Pope. She spoke privately with Pope Pippin I for an hour and fucking her he issued a press release that 5 cardinals had resisted police forces and had unfortunately perished. Peace to their poor souls!

Pope Pippin I had not remained idle during the military expedition. He had stripped the last stubborn cardinals of all their dignities, confiscated their palaces and their fortunes. Those who did not surrender and did not take the offered monk's robe were incarcerated, and these were all those who would not follow him. That was the deal, and mortality in the dungeon was enormous. 6 months later, not a single one of them was alive.

Speaking of the dungeon, Pan hurried into the base. He went straight to the dungeon, Binara had been given 40 days solitary confinement. Fyy had woken him up early in the morning and he had left right away. Fyy had only told him that Binara was in the dungeon because of a fight. He had to get quite vocal with the guard until she let him see Binara. He scanned the meeting room, no bugs. He quietly said they could speak freely. The guard watched them from the anteroom after he gave his pulse. Binara was very depressed and narrow in the face. — What was going on? What had happened?

Binara took a few minutes, then told. She had stupidly gone along with a bunch of cadets to the crew mess, it was fun and they drank properly. Late at night they wanted to continue partying at a bar outside and she went along, it was a fun party. She went with 4 cadets through the underground corridors to trick the guards at the main gate, as she had done so many times before. But suddenly the fellows grabbed her and raped her. She managed to get away and holed up in her room. She took a shower and suddenly sobered up.

She intercepted the lads early in the morning and beat them up with her baton so mercilessly that they had to be taken to the medical wing and the medics had to report her. The captains in charge had her arrested and after a short trial they locked the bully up in solitary confinement for 40 days. She had allowed herself to be arrested without resistance and admitted everything. She said nothing about the rape. She would serve the time and asked the father not to do anything. That would be interpreted as weakness if the dad, the commander, helped his daughter. He thought and agreed with her with a heavy heart. In principle, the punishment was justified; bullies were always punished that way. He promised to bring her fresh underwear and sanitary items and left after half an hour. Binara had a good grip on herself and was not quite so down after their conversation. He would be back tomorrow.

He did not strictly keep his promise, of course. On his way out, he took on the guard leader. He didn't want special treatment for his daughter, just decent treatment without harassment. No food deprivation, normal portions. A shower every day. The guards should know that he came every day and if there were any complaints, he would give them so much trouble, that. He went up to the infirmary. He had to grin when he saw the cadets' injuries. Binara had dealt out properly, gentlemen! He inquired from the doctor how long they would remain in the infirmary? Two or three days, after a week fit for duty.

He pushed the cadets' beds together, because he wanted to say it only once. He asked the doctor to leave. Then he gave a short speech. Real soldiers didn't rape their own female comrades. They were a goddamn disgrace to this unit, he said. He gave them 3 days to go straight to their captains after discharge from the infirmary and turn themselves in, for rape. If they didn't, he would turn them in and make sure they went to the dungeon for a very long time. They had a choice. He left, leaving the pale cadets behind.

He visited Binara every morning, bringing fresh underwear and smuggling in some candy. Binara was composed and no longer depressed. She was treated decently, she could not complain. Of course, she thought she was handled with kid gloves because of her father. He protested, acting decently would be normal for real military men and women, no matter who the father was. On the third day, the cadets were released from the infirmary and went to their captains with their heads hanging. They were sentenced to 200 days in the dungeon and were then dishonorably discharged from military service. Binara was released immediately after reluctantly confirming the facts to the captains. She could not shake the suspicion that her father had something to do with it, but she did not bring it up. She was given a week off duty and was soon able to forget the terrible experience. She never forgot the rape, but the days in the dungeon. Fyy was an excellent psychologist and spent a lot of time with Binara in casual sister–to–sister conversation. He and Fyy took touching care of her and soon she was back on solid ground. He was concerned that Binara would not like to fuck after being raped, but he was wrong. She would never let herself be raped again, she said seriously, she would be much, much more careful in the future and look carefully at whose cock she took in her hands. He nodded in agreement.

Every six to eight weeks he flew to Halfgard. When Dara sat in the council in the mornings, he often went to see the hunter Fin, with whom he got along very well. They would talk for hours about the issues of the day and the politics of the day, and he appreciated the old hunter's wise and calm manner. Dara was very passionate about fucking and it did not escape his notice that she was falling more and more in love with him. As much as he enjoyed letting her fuck him, he didn't have the same feelings for her as he did for Budicca and Lea. But she was a distinctly sensual, passionate and erotically playful fuck partner. She very much loved to take his cock in her mouth and pleasure him. She was tireless in fucking him and masturbating while fucking herself, offering her teats for him to bite before orgasm and laughing overjoyed when he gripped her back fur tightly and squirted.

She soon had as much prestige among the population as Budicca and Lea, and that was truly deserved. Dara was a superbly good queen who had a firm grip on even the aggressive lion clans. Lea had been far too lenient, radiating calm and appealing to reason in dealing with the lion clans. Dara, on the other hand, let them know that she was the ruler and had strictly ordered them to behave well. She did not deviate an inch from that and beat many a hunter's nose bloody. That was a language they understood.

The telepaths watched the deployment of the pirates very closely. They formed their familiar arrow–shaped battle formation in the north quadrant and in the east quadrant of the planet, just as before. There were 2,000 starships in each quadrant, and over 100 battle domes commanding the starships from the back row. Four brigades of telepaths with a total of 3,000 combat gliders stood in their way. Only one in 10 telepaths had an amplifier and less than half of the fighter gliders were equipped with the most advanced dual cannons. The control center was manned at its total strength and correctly waited until the pirates got closer. It looks quite likely, Pan told his officers and men, that it will be like last time, so be on your guard!

Unbeknownst to the controlcenter, some 200,000 infantrymen of the pirates had landed on the planet to the south, about where the Zulus had landed years ago. These fighting units were on foot and had no vehicles. This was to lead to their failure. They were led by women warriors and Amazons, and the crews were two–thirds men. The control center was stunned for only a second, then they evaluated the information and dispatched 120,000 infantrymen in armed team gliders to the south. Pan observed the situation and breathed a sigh of relief; Halfgard was in no danger. He formed swarms with his telepaths and awaited the attack.

The pirates' ground forces raided plantations and small villages. Some men were killed, most fled. Girls and women were raped by the pirates. The attack stalled and came to a halt. The pirates had lost their sexual freedoms and were kept short in terms of fucking. Fighting could be done later, now they could fuck as much as their hearts desired. The formations disbanded, the men fucked, and the warrior women and Amazons fought the superior numbers of the Bangurel infantrymen. The outnumbered were overwhelmed. The fighting ebbed away. The captured women and girls had to let themselves be fucked by a great many men, there was no thought of resistance. The entire southern plantation region had become a huge brothel for the pirates. They fucked on both sides of the front line for all they were worth. The pirates staggered from fuck to fuck in this southern brothel, the local infantrymen raped and fucked the tall, muscular warrior women and Amazons they had captured. Each of these female pirates also had to be fucked by thousands of infantrymen and there was no way for them to escape from that mass fucking.

Pan and his men charged at the enemy, tearing up their orderly formations. He slipped through the lines with his swarm and set his sights on a battle dome. The mighty battle domes were nothing new, but they were huge, heavily armored and loaded with many gun batteries. The big guns of the battle domes were much too ponderous to threaten Pan's fighter gliders, but the small guns were really dangerous and the gunners well trained. These were the ones his swarm had to be wary of. It was soon clear that even with the biggest projectiles he could not blow up the domes. He was looking for their Achilles heel, the drives. If he fired at and damaged the drives, the colossus slid helplessly off into space. It was no longer able to participate in combat. Pan attacked the nearest battle dome with his swarm and sent it into space as well. He often had to fly complicated maneuvers because the battle domes were well–equipped and the gunners were not unskilled. He only listened with half an ear when the fighter pilots fucked a commander and maneuvered their spaceship in front of their colleagues' guns.

He had now by golly no time to fuck pirates, to fight the battle domes demanded his full concentration. His swarm targeted three giants at once, he knew by now exactly where the drives were vulnerable and stabbed the vulnerable parts with surgical precision. He had to fire several salvos into the drives, because with only one hit the matter was not done. Keeping the Dome's gunners at bay while simultaneously thundering volley after volley into the drive was the fine art he had to pull off. One colossus collided with another and both drifted majestically into the black void. A glance at the on–board computer. His unit had destroyed or shot to pieces 249 enemy space ships, 17 own space gliders were lost. 9 battle domes were drifting in space and were disabled. The 9 domes were his doing.

It had been 3 hours and he somehow felt that things were moving much too slowly. He scolded into his microphone, the gentlemen pilots should please fire more and fuck less! There was radio silence for a few moments, then everyone started chattering away. They shoot so that the pipes glow and the fucking was a tactical measure, right? He angrily ripped the virtual headphones off his virtual head and dumped them on the virtual cockpit floor, then set his sights on the nearest combat dome. He sent three of them into the void in quick succession, and the on–board computer dutifully registered the 12th dome. He had exhausted all power and had to land with his swarm to change batteries.

The trip took half an hour and the battery change a quarter of an hour. He got up from the couch, went for a piss and ate one of the inedible sandwiches. Fyy watched over his house and loved ones, everything okay, no news. He had to wait almost half an hour because there were some problems at the battery changing station. He swung onto the stretcher and flew carefully through the front line to the combat domes. They had set up a barrage of smaller fighters around the domes to deflect him and his swarm. His armament was good; he could incinerate a battleship with one salvo. He had his swarm do a death dance, not a single enemy projectile hit him and he had destroyed all their battleships after an hour. The Domes were far too ponderous and slow and could not escape. He had to dodge the Dome's excellent gunners, who very skillfully tried not to let him get into firing position. He flew cunning feints, deceiving the gunners about his real target. He managed to take out two more Colossi, but Domes and the pirate battleships retreated. They were retreating!? He was smart enough not to follow them.

The enemy formation retreated after 13 hours of fighting. He ordered his pilots to retreat to the rear line and observe. He and half of his armada returned to the planet for fresh batteries. They then took turns with the observers, who were also given new batteries. The pirates had retreated to their floating cities and Pan and his men had a breather. The pirates did not budge, for a full 12 hours.

The upshot of the day was that they had destroyed about 1,000 enemy starships with only 241 of their own losses. The pirates had about 3,000 battleships and 160 domes left. The surviving crews of the combat–disabled domes had been rescued overnight. They had not lost a single pilot, but the pirates had lost 25 to 30,000 men. On the southern front, they had lost 162 infantrymen, the pirates about 400 or 450, and about 1,200 warrior women and Amazons had been captured.

Pan sat down with Ben and Isegrim in the officers' mess, they could be back in action in minutes if it went off. Ben was very annoyed that the pilots were wasting valuable time fucking the pirate women. Isegrim reported that the southern front line had been at a standstill for hours because the infantrymen as well as the pirates were not fighting each other. Both sides were busy fucking the prisoners, he concluded, shaking his head. Ben laughed sweetly‐sourly, this will go down in history as "the short battle of the long fuck." After the steak and the third whisky, Pan went back to the bunker and slept until morning.

Ben woke him up with a mug of hot coffee. "The war is definitely over," Ben said, the control center had confirmed it 10 minutes ago. Apparently the Dominas of the government and the leaders of the pirates‐alliance had negotiated a truce and they would evacuate the infantrymen of the pirates today. Next week, they would negotiate further. He nudged Ben in the arm. "The Trojan War lasted 10 years, old champ," Pan said shaking his head, "if they and the Greeks had had a government of women, it would have been over in a day and no sow would read the Iliad today, it probably wouldn't exist either." Ben, like him, had studied in depth at the military academy this war, which had been fought millennia ago on a distant planet, old Earth. "So you're suggesting that I should be happy to fuck a maiden in my own house on a case–by–case basis?" He winked and they both laughed.

The pirates — actually: the pirate women — had given up. Pan didn't quite believe it yet, but high politics was not his business. He ordered the pirates to be watched nonstop day and night. Rumors from government circles said that the pirate women had finally given up on conquering Bangurel and instead wanted to focus on a regulated, prosperous trade with the planet. Ben bet Isegrim that the 1,200 captured warrior women and Amazons would not be released until they had been fucked by all 120,000 infantrymen. He was to be proved right. The last warrior women did not return home for another 4 months.

The telepaths notified Pan immediately, it was 3am. Fyy answered the call in his voice. She quietly woke Pan up. The telepaths reported that there was a fierce battle going on out there far away in space, the spaceships were only visible as blurred shadows on the screens. It had been found out when several hundred pirate‐spaceships were in the same area and one by one they burned to dust. The battle of the unknowns had already lasted three days, with only a dozen pirates‐spaceships left. A good 430 spaceships had turned to dust with man and mouse.

The number of cloaked starships was also completely decimated, exact numbers were not had, but there were certainly more than 1,200 already destroyed. There were only about 1,400 of the schemes left, 700 on each side. The battlefield moved slowly but surely toward the pirate's Floating Cities, the route going straight from there toward Bangurel. First impacts hit the Floating Cities and caused great damage. The pirates sent out 2,000 battleships to draw the fighting away from their cities. They were successful in this and Bangurel could breathe a sigh of relief. The pirates were decimated at an incredible rate, losing many hundreds of starships, but pushing the battlefield away from the floating cities and Bangurel.

Pan had been sleeping in the base for 4 days. He had placed the Space Corps fighter gliders on constant standby out in orbit, and he was sure his people could not detect Halfgard. He had already manipulated the software of the observation systems 8 years ago so that Halfgard could not be detected by the satellites or the fighter gliders. The fighter gliders stayed on the side of the planet where the battlefield was far out and watched the action from a distance. Pan was nevertheless highly alarmed, for one of the fighting ships had decloaked and was clearly visible on the screens. It was drifting with lurching movements directly toward Bangurel. Pan calculated and checked the result three times, but the damaged starship would crash directly into Halfgard! No Half would survive the impact, no living thing on the planet would survive that impact. He had a single plan, a single attempt. But he had to dare it.

He flew a swarm of 30 fighter gliders directly toward the damaged ship. Pan saw at first glance that it was a ship of the Xtulhuxine, the Whites. He broadcast on all channels, but no one answered. There were only three hours left before the impact that would endanger the whole planet. Like a comet, it would strike and destroy all life. He had given orders for all the fighter gliders to fire what they could when the damaged ship came within 50,000 kilometers of the planet. They had to shoot the spaceship to dust to save the planet. Literally to dust to prevent any impact. He had to dare to do it, even if it was life–threatening. He knew from the Valurian encounter with the Whites that they had made themselves understood with drawings. He broadcast on all channels an animated picture of the spaceship heading for the planet. A few small spacecraft slid under the spaceship, piggybacked it, and gently brought it in for a landing. After the third repetition, he suddenly received a picture, the spaceship was depicted with red spots. They were exactly those spots that he also had in his mind. He sent the image, this time with yellow and blue spots and received it again, the red spots blinking. He took that as the Okay.

Never before had there been such a maneuver, but he completed it as if he did it every day. He very carefully moved his swarm into position space glider by space glider, they bumped into the spacecraft and pressed steel against steel. He was successful with this and stopped the spin. He kept in contact with his pilots and said he would take the spaceship to the exact spot where the Zulu spaceship had crashed years ago. He slowed the flight at the right time, and the pilots cleared the entry lane and chased away all civilian traffic. The protests will be dealt with later, he said.

He had ordered 8 rescue gliders there. At 150 meters above the ground, he had them fire their harpoons, powerful steel cables held the alien craft in suspension. His swarm moved to safety and the rescue gliders lowered the unknown spacecraft to the ground on the steel cables. The maneuver was successful, the pilots screamed in confusion and only now he realized that he was completely sweaty. He left his couch and staggered to the nearest fruit juice dispenser. He drank until it gurgled in his stomach. Then he sat down by the big screen and watched the reception of the rescued crew.

Armed crew gliders with hundreds of infantrymen surrounded the ill–fated craft. After 5 minutes of waiting, a squad of infantrymen walked onto the craft and pointed their weapons at what was thought to be a door. Slowly, a hatch opened quite a ways away. Tentatively, a small white figure came out, barely 80 centimeters tall. Then more came out, in the end there were 17 Xtulhuxine waiting high up on a platform. As the commander ordered the infantrymen back, a spiral band appeared next to the whites, who came down to the ground in single file on the band. The infantrymen formed a trellis and the Whites climbed into a team glider.

Pan, following this closely, immediately contacted his partners in Valuria, they would be there in 5 hours, including those who had already met up with the Whites. Most of the pilots were keeping watch far out in orbit, the battlefield was moving away from the planet at breakneck speed. Fyy was informed about everything, their conversation lasted less than 2 seconds.

Pan went to the officers mess for a real steak, the first decent meal after 5 days. He and Ben were surrounded by officers who wanted to know all the details of the hussar. Ben had commanded the pilots who were standing by in case of emergency. The officers, who revered Pan anyway because of his special skills, all understood that this complex maneuver had gone well in part because he had done it all by himself and it did not require coordination with others. Pan insisted, however, that a well–coordinated group of telepaths could have done it as well. They would practice such maneuvers in the future, Pan said, grinning as some of the lazier officers rolled their eyes.

Pan spent the night at home with Fyy and Binara, but flew into the base at sunrise. They had placed the 3 males and 14 females in a large empty warehouse, couches and benches had been set up there and plenty of cameras had been installed. The whites did not speak, presumably they did not understand Interlingua and responded only to a few hand signals. They were shown how to drink water, but only one sniffed it. They did not drink. It was the same with food, they did not eat. One of the guards pissed in the bucket in the corner, they understood. They put a chair in front of the bucket, climbed up and peed in it.

The research team had arrived from Valuria, the two–meter guys were wearing very cumbersome breathing apparatus. They were gawked at, they had snow white skin and snow white hair adorned with colorful strands and jewels woven into them. They all wore robes of exquisite fabrics and beautifully decorated gold bands set into their skulls. The soldiers gawked at the two huge female explorers who wore their breasts bare and whose large teats had been shaped like small penises. They were the shit. Pan, of course, had gawked at the breasts and teats of Valurian women on previous occasions and knew that these teats had been sculpted with cosmetic surgery. Still, they were a real looker.

The Valurians knew they could communicate with the Xtulhuxine by means of drawing boards. They drew containers and one of the White Girls completed the drawing. Containers for drinks and for the paste they ate. She made a diagram of the spaceship and where to find the containers. These arrived 2 hours later and they drank, ate and peed. She drew their space and the grids, then a hanging of cloth. They were brought sheets of cloth, which the whites used to put up a screen. The whites obviously knew the Valurians and communicated with them through drawings.

Their home was several planets in the Eridanus‐system, where they primarily manufactured technology for friendly races. The planets had been attacked by a distant race, that was the battle. The enemies looked a bit reptilian, neither Valurians nor Bangurelians had ever met them. The whites communicated only telepathically with each other and with drawings with others. The Bangurelian telepaths could not communicate with them, their thought world was completely different. Pan was very disappointed, for he too saw only white noise.

The visual protection was crucial for the whites to behave uninhibitedly. The females usually masturbated before fucking, pressing the end of the cock with their feet until the end formed into a stiff penis, which they then grabbed with their feet and brutally fucked themselves with. The three males fucked all the females side by side, taking only a two minute break before fucking the next female. The females tore their mouths wide open at the end, which the Valurians judged to be a sign of orgasm. The footage of the masturbating and fucking was all the rage in the media for some time. The world had never seen anything like it!

Exactly 20 days after the crash landing, the Xtulhuxine had disappeared, all 17 of them. Where to and why, no one knew. The cameras recorded nothing. One moment they were there, the next moment they were gone. The Valurians suspected that they had been taken away by their people. That it could just as well be their enemies, nobody wanted to say out loud. The Valurians said goodbye and wanted to send some specialists to investigate the stranded spaceship. The Bangurelians had already examined the first crashed spaceship and had not been able to understand anything about the technology. A chapter of encountering a related species that was virtually impossible to get close to was over.

Pan visited Dara only after several weeks and explained to her the situation he had feared for Halfgard. That he had to keep the damaged White spaceship away from the city without revealing Halfgard's existence. He brought Dara records of the mission and the Whites, which she looked at very carefully. She had never heard of them before. She said it was very interesting that the White females only fucked in the position like humans, lying on their backs. She found it equally exciting that the females used the end of their tails like a dildo to masturbate. She also found it very interesting that the females used their penis–shaped tail end to fuck other females after the latter had just returned from fucking the male. This happened very frequently. Dara saw Valurians for the first time, which she knew only from reports and stories. He left the videoplayer with Dara and promised to bring recordings about the pirate battle as well as about the Valurians on the next visit, because the sexuality of the Valurians was also quite interesting.

He had the antelope hunters lead him to the Antelope Desert, where his friend Fin was buried. Dara had appointed Fin to the council because she listened carefully to Pan. Fin was councilor for two years and died when he turned 50. Pan placed a uniform button on Fin's grave, as was customary among military men. He would miss his friend.

Binara was at the end of her 4th year, given the lieutenant's stars and assigned to a development group to improve the long–range radars' foresight. At 19, she was a big sister to the maidens of the Gonnies who came to Father. She prepared the girls for deflowering and explained everything to them. She showed the girls what it was like to be fucked lying on their backs, because father deflowered everyone in that position. If the girl was docile, she would fuck her clit to clit so that she could practice being fucked on her back with her. Pan liked to watch them because it was very arousing.

He was rarely invited to Lan anymore, but he kept up with the dominatrix and got to know many of her secrets. All the more often he went to Jana, who seemed to have forced her husband to agree. Her vagina had become tight again like a virgin and she knew she had to fuck him like a virgin. By now she had honed her technique a lot and designed the fucking to be so frivolous, obscene or filthy that it was a wonderful experience for Pan every time. She tied him up without binding him and enjoyed it very much that he came to fuck her four times a week. He looked into her mind and saw that he was the only one she fucked. She gave blowjobs to especially persistent boys to keep them inclined to her. They were welcome to feel her breasts and pussy, and she spread her legs wide if someone wanted to masturbate her or squirt on her cleft while masturbating but no one was allowed to fuck her.

When Binara worked in the evenings and at night, she did like Conara. She masturbated sliding on the man's cock and fucked him after her orgasm so he could squirt. She fucked most of them to squirt again later when they had recovered. She made no secret of the fact that this was not fucking for her. By her definition, she only fucked with Pan. She only did it with work colleagues she knew well: never again was she raped.

Binara's mother was in Conara's clinic for 4 days, but she had leukemia in the last stage and went home, because she wanted to die at home. Fyy called Binara at work, saying the mother only had a few hours left. Binara came and sat next to her in the hut until she died. The Gonnies were the only people who believed that the soul or spirit lived on in a paradisiacal land, in eternal happiness, if one had not done anything bad in life. The Gonnies had a small cemetery behind the palace where Binara's mother was buried. Pan accompanied Binara to the funeral and held her hand. He had had very little to do with her mother after she entrusted Binara to him when she was 8 years old. He had a clear conscience toward her, as he had really taken very good care of Binara. Binara later told him that she felt pity because her mother had to die at the age of 35, 20 or 30 years too early. However, she did not feel deep sorrow because her mother had been very much looking forward to the paradise land.

Pan spent the next evening with the dominatrix, who gave him not only more information about the government work of dominas, but a wonderful dinner and the "and so on", which he enjoyed very much. The following afternoon he fucked Jana in her marital bed and she once again managed to outshine the filthiest virgin on the planet. She made him squirt three times and grinned widely because it almost worked a fourth time. The 7 year old little daughter had just come into the room and waited a moment for mommy to take Pan's cock out of her mouth. "The dad wanted to know when they were finally done fucking, because you could hear everything through the walls." the little girl said. He wasn't sure if the 7 year old knew what she was talking about. But the knowing look on the girl's face said it all, she had been spying on them for some time.

Jana he hardly visited and then stayed away completely, because she had become too slutty for him. She had given up her chastity and lived out her inflamed sexuality to the full. After a few months she was the hottest private hooker in town. She had left her husband, daughters, house and jewelry store after a bitter quarrel and lived in a posh apartment in the center of town, fucking earned her a lot of money. The three daughters had finally pushed their unloved mother out of the house and now had their father all to themselves. Her husband lay naked in the marriage bed with the three naked daughters and he loved to play with them sexually, cuddling and arousing their sexuality. The naked girls cuddled and wrestled with the naked father and rubbed their bodies against his as they had seen mom do. The 11 year old girls rubbed against him tirelessly and always managed to get his cock erect. He masturbated the girls until just before orgasm and they were allowed to rub their erect clits against his cock until it flashed and thundered in their crevices and clits. Mostly the other two grabbed the legs of the girl he was masturbating and pulled her legs really wide apart. They pressed very hard against it when it flashed and thundered in the girl's cleft and clit and she wanted to slam her legs together in orgasm. It took a very long time before he could squirt regularly again. The girls had by now turned 12 and were shrieking in victory, sliding their clits over his cock until he squirted. His broken cock seemed to have recovered and the 12 year olds took him in their mouths like mom. They quickly learned to make him squirt in their mouths with tongue play. The other two shrieked with pleasure when he squirted in the girl's mouth. They made pleasured slurping noises until she swallowed all the semen. They had turned 12, the little breasts were budding sweetly and a delicate fuzz was visible over the slit. Like mom, they wanted to fuck him properly and pushed dad tirelessly. He enjoyed their shrill begging for a long time, then deflowered his daughters, one after the other. He didn't think for a second that they were too young to fuck. He fucked them, a different one every day. Finally, finally, he was a real man again, able to fuck and squirt like before. And the girls wanted to be fucked, goddammit!

Pan dreaded a little when Jana told him, because the girls of the humans were not allowed to be fucked regularly until they were 16. He wanted to know exactly and penetrated the mind of the girls. But everything Jana had told him was true. The girls had often watched Jana and him fucking and were now hot to fuck themselves. Pan read their memories for hours and found many horny and exciting scenes. He immediately made a firm resolution to fuck the triplets.

Blackmailing the father into acquiescence was a piece of cake, he was just as guilty of child abuse as Pan. He had, after all, fucked a daughter many times, Fyy calling his attention to it each time with a sneer, for in his youth he had fucked mostly the young married women for hours and impregnated almost all of them. Often he had fucked the young girls shortly before the wedding hour after hour, and poor Fyy had to stop him, when the young lady was impregnated before the husband has made his first shot. Pan was clear that it was child abuse and a punishable crime, but it was incredibly tempting to fuck the 12–year–olds.

The girls shrieked with pleasure the first time he lay with them. The perverse pleasure was right up Pan's alley and for many weeks he came to fuck them daily. The girls' insanely tight vaginas, the ease with which they orgasmed, and their obscene greed to be fucked by him made up much of the magic. At first he fucked all three girls in a row, but soon he fucked only one, but for so long that she was completely exhausted. She orgasmed and now he grabbed her little ass cheeks with his paws. He pulled her ass cheeks high and very far apart and her vagina opened like a ripe fruit. He penetrated very deeply and the tip of his glans forced the cervix apart a tiny bit. He heard her sounds of pain and squirted it all in. Of course, he didn't know if he was really squirting through the cervix into the womb, but he was squirting wildly and in solid jets. Jana's daughters were no longer innocent children, they desperately wanted to fuck like the big ones, for that they went along with every perversion and every action, no matter how shameful. They were well on their way to becoming whores like their mother.

Pan had 4 days off duty and flew to Halfgard.