The Aurora Part: 03 (Patreon)

Hello here is the next installment of Tales of The Aurora

Note: Big thanks to WokeUpOneDay for the edits made on this story. For that, I am deeply indebted to my editor and ashamed it was in such a bad state. I do strive to get better and hope to have better ones in the future.

Again, thank you to WokeUpOneDay.

Enjoy

Chapter 8

Aletta

Lunch was a boring affair until Captain Lane addressed the crew about James and his future status on the ship. I still couldn’t believe that I gave them my recommendation to allow him to roam free on the ship, but what’s done is done. Everything about James was still a mystery, but with him having no escort, it would give me more opportunity to unravel it and to see what made him so special.

Sitting in my office waiting for the captain to arrive, I decided to give James’ test and physical results once over. As expected he was the mark of perfect health. Before I could look at his full body scan the Captain and her XO walked in.

“Hello, Dr. Blake. I hope it didn’t keep you waiting.”

“No, I was getting everything ready for your arrival.”

“Ok well, how does he look, Doctor?” Captain Lane asked with interest.

“Well, all the blood tests came back negative. So as of now, he is not suffering any ill effects from the impromptu waking from his failing stasis pod.” I then explained his test results to both.

“Well, how about you, Sasha? How was his performance in his workout session?” Lane asked gesturing towards our XO.

“His physical performance was on par with your recommendation. But we haven’t done anything extraneous; just simple workouts to build his strength after getting out of his pod,” she said explaining her assessment.

“Good. Well all that’s left is his full in-depth body scan, which I’ll have pulled up right now.”

It took a few minutes to access his scans. I had them projected in the room with the 3-D Holographic projection camera. Floating in the middle of the room, was the three-dimensional form of James’ naked body, even his cock, which, not more than a few hours earlier, had been sliding between my lips. Looking at the others, I noticed that both of the ladies were being affected by James’s nudity. This was expected; he had that effect on the opposite sex.

Deciding to move things along, I decided to go through the scan. There was nothing out of the ordinary except for evidence of a broken bone in his left arm and another in his right leg that had long since healed. Everything was looking normal until we reached his head scan.

“ABNORMALITY DETECTED. FOREIGN OBJECT EMBEDDED IN SUBJECT’S BRAIN TISSUE,” LETA informed us about its discovery.

“LETA, what’s the nature of this object?” I asked the computer for clarification.

“SUBJECT HAS NEURAL BIOTECH IMPLANT LOCATED ON THE FRONTAL LEFT PORTION OF BRAIN. INTENTION UNKNOWN.”

“Doctor, what does it mean by a ‘neural biotech implant’, and why is it located in his brain?” the captain asked.

“A biotech implant is a device that can be attached to the human body, via integrated circuitry. As for the neural part it has to do with the body’s nervous system and, in this case, his brain,” I replied, trying to clarify the Captain’s questions.

I stared at it more closely, still trying to figure out the rest. “As for why it’s in there, I have no idea.” I said shaking my head. “All of James’ medical records are irretrievable, but I can tell you it’s a complex system.”

“So, what do we do? We can’t have someone walking around with unknown hardware in their head doing god knows what!” Sasha said finally speaking up.

“Well, the best thing to do is get James in here and see if he knows anything about this. If he does, then he might explain what all of this is about. If he doesn’t, he has the right to know. We should also bring in Grace as well. We could use her expertise on this matter,” the Captain ordered.

When all was said and done, Sasha left to go retrieve James while Captain Lane connected with Grace. The mystery of James just kept growing.

James

Sasha was quiet on our way to the med bay, quieter than usual. I thought about trying to strike up a conversation with her, but the vibe she was giving off told me otherwise. We entered the med bay and I wasn’t surprised to see Aletta or the Captain, but was surprised when I saw Grace standing there.

“Glad you could make it, James. Please have a seat,” the Captain said, gesturing to the stool that was in front of them.

“You are probably wondering why we are all here, and we are getting to that right now,” Aletta said while she was bringing up a hologram of my scan.

“Our sensors indicated that you have a neural implant located in the recess of your brain,” she said while enlarging the head area to show me where the implant was located.

“We can’t discern its intended purpose and were hoping you could tell us,” the Captain said.

I contemplated how to tell them about that little thing stuck in my head. Then, in a long breath, I sighed knowing that fully lying to them now would not be in my best interests.

“What you see is a Neural Synaptic Scanner and computer interface. It is designed to monitor the patient’s emotional state and provide a form of analysis and consultation.”

“And what does this computer interface do? Do all Eros Candidates have such a device implanted in them?” Aletta asked trying to get to the bottom of it.

“Well, as for Eros Candidates having these things in their head: no. I am one of the few that have them. During my first few years in the program I was having trouble adjusting to my new life. I had mood swings, was prone to angry outbursts, and waves of depression. It was designed to monitor my moods and inform the personnel on site when they deviated from the norm.”

“Does it affect your mind, or alter it in any way?” Aletta asked.

“No. It’s just a monitor,” I responded.

“And the computer interface?”

“I think it’s better if I showed you, rather than tell you,” I said, looking over to Sasha. “In my storage unit there is a personal computer terminal along with a black and red box. Bring them both and I can show you.”

Getting the ok from the Captain, Sasha hurried out to retrieve the items I requested.

“What’s the purpose of these items, James?” the Captain asked.

“It’s nothing dangerous. It’s just better to show you the computer interface function,” I said trying to alleviate her concern.

Several minutes passed until Sasha came back in with the items I requested. Handing them over to me, I looked over to Grace.

“Could you hook this up to the 3-D holographic system?” I asked, holding up the computer terminal.

Getting the ok from the captain, she proceeded to do what I asked.

Opening up the box I brought out a metal headband that looked like it had a piece of a helmet attached to it, and an optical scanner.

“This device allows me to access the program that resides within the implant,” I said, explainingwhile placing the device on my head.

Linking the device with my computer terminal I began to run the program. What emerged in the middle of the room was a small, fairy-like creature, with snow-white hair, pointy ears, and a Tinkerbell style outfit. She then turned to face us and waved.

“Hi, I’m Kora. Nice to meet you,” the being said in a high pitch, chipper voice.

Then the questions in the room started flying. “James, what is the meaning of this?” “Who is she?” “Why does she look like that?” the Captain, Sasha, and Aletta asked almost at once.

Almost everyone in the room besides Grace was all over me. Trying to calm everyone down, I let Kora explain.

“Hello everyone. If you give me a minute or two I can explain my purpose.”

She proceeded to enlarge herself to human size.

“There. I think this will be better for interacting with one another. Like the master had said, I am the program that resides within the neural implant.”

The ‘master’ remark got a few raised eyebrows, but they seem to let it go for now.

“I’m an artificial intelligence that was designed to monitor behavioral health and counsel the patient while informing on site personnel of his condition. I am an emotional support system that was created to help the patient with their emotional problems and to be a constant companion.”

“So why do you look like that?” Grace asked, breaking her silence.

“Well, my appearance is dictated by my owner.”

Everyone started looking at me.

“Since I am his support avatar, he can customize me however he likes. At first I wasn’t too thrilled about my body, but after a while I’ve grown quite fond of it,” it said, doing a little twirl in the process.

Kora’s outfit and appearance definitely leave very little for the imagination. She had long, silky, white hair and pointy ears. Her outfit was an elegant, dark grey, Tinkerbell style, sleeveless dress that hugged all her curves in just the right places. Her curves accentuated a nice, wide, firm ass that connected itself with a trim waist.

She also had a massive pair of tits that threatened to spill out of her dress. In her human-sized avatar, her cup size was somewhere in the area of 34G. The skirt part of the dress only reached mid-thigh. It was all accentuated with her matching color, toeless, thigh-high stockings and full-length sleeve gloves that all have the same pointy tips at the end of them. The outfit’s dark grey color complemented her creamy white skin.

To add a more whimsical feel to her appearance, she had a golden hoop ring around her wrists and ankles. She had two sheer, see-through sashes that ran from her hips and were connected to each of her ankles. She was also sporting a pair of fairy wings that seemed to sparkle every time she flapped them. She could always make her wings disappear if she wanted to; she just liked them when they are there.

“When I was choosing her appearance I could have gone with someone modest looking, but my horny brain at the time wanted something to look at. So my big-titted fairy companion was born.”

“Ah, excuse me, Miss Kora,” Grace said, trying to find the right words.

“You can call me Kora, sweetie,” the floating fairy spoke to Grace.

“Ah, ok Kora. James said you are an artificial intelligence, but you sound and interact as if you were a real-life person. My main field is in A.I. systems and their constructs, but I never heard of anything like you,” Grace asked, finally getting to what she wanted to know.

“Well, you wouldn’t have sweetie. I’m one of a kind,” she answered with a smirk.

“How so?” Grace asked for clarification.

“Well, for that I’ll let James here tell you. I can’t explain everything now, can I, James?” Kora told me with a pointed look while trying her best to hide a smirk.

‘God, she can never makes things easy, can she?’ I said to myself.

“Well, from what I understand, when Kora was installed in me she was a prototype A.I. Her behavioral and emotional programming was installed to give a more human-like interaction. Kora, or at least her A.I. system construct, was made to help people with a wide array of emotional problems. She was designed to be a companion that could talk to her host. Being more human would help them cope, unlike talking to something like LETA, for example.” I tried to explain it as best I could to Grace.

“I have heard of these A.I. systems back in school, but they were discontinued decades ago. They had implications of having too much independence, and they were hard to generate.” Hearing Grace’s explanation was not too surprising.

“Yes, an A.I. like Kora was indeed a rarity. But being in the GFC you can get your hands on anything, even prototype A.I.s. I was part of a study to test the viability of using A.I.s like Kora, but it never took off. So when the trial ended they just left her inside me,” I said trying to explain to Grace about Kora’s origins.

“They just left a piece of hardware in your head?” Aletta asked in surprise.

“Yes and no. They only did it because it would have been too problematic to remove her from me. So instead of taking the risk in removing something, they saw less harm in leaving it in place.”

“How does she interact with you?” asked Grace.

“She is clever enough to send electrical impulses into my neurons to generate sound. So it sounds like she is like a voice in my head. As for appearance,” I said lifting a smaller headset half as small as my hand, “this device allows me to see what you see, but for my eyes only. It is almost like augmented reality.”

“But how is she standing right here in front of us, and how does it sound like she is speaking as if she was standing right there?” Grace asked pointing to the spot where Kora was standing.

“Well, I developed the program you are seeing right now. I was tired of wearing this device when I wanted to see or interact with her. Since almost every room nowadays has a holographic projector and speaker system, I hacked a way for her to be generated in the real world along with a few other things. As for her voice, she just uses 3-D mapping and can calculate where and which direction she can throw her voice using the speaker system’s in-depth functionality. That way it sounds like it is coming from her, and not around the room.”

“You did all of that?” Grace asked in awe.

“Yeah. It took a while since I had to teach myself A.I. and machine code,” I said looking at Grace. She was in awe that I coded something that complex.

“That’s all well and good James, but is she a threat. After all, she is in your brain.” Captain Elizabeth said, trying to figure out whether or not she should terminate the program.

“I’m not a threat to James,” Kora said coming to my defense. “I can not harm him or any other human being. My base code is to protect and care for humans. If at any point I intentionally put his life on the line, then my programming would force me into a hard shutdown.”

“Is that true?” Elizabeth asked Grace for confirmation.

“If it is part of her base code then yes. No matter how evolved an A.I. system is, it cannot go against its fundamental base code. It would be like fighting against your reason for living. Safeguards like that were put in place so that A.I. won’t go against their true purpose. I believe it is called the Skynet safeguard, named after some outdated reference,” Grace explained to the Captain about Kora’s safety features.

“Well, if you believe it is ok to have Kora running around then I want you in charge of it. And make sure she doesn’t interfere with LETA,” the Captain told Grace.

The Captain turned to me and said, “As for you James: despite this development I don’t see why we can’t allow you to have access to the ship. So from now on, you are hereby granted access to non-essential locations of the ship.” As she said that she pulled out a hand terminal and a bracelet, the same kind that they were all wearing.

“These will allow you to communicate and gain access to authorized parts of the ship. I’ll also have a few of the crewmates train you on our emergency procedures and how to function on the ship. But if you misbehave or put any of us in jeopardy, then your access will be revoked and you will spend the remainder of the trip confined to your quarters,” she said poking me in the chest as if enforcing the last part to me.

“Ok Captain. I won’t disappoint you,” I said taking the hand terminal and wrist band from her.

Aletta

That went better than I expected. The introduction of Kora was unexpected, but fascinating. James had some neural implant that allows him to carry an A.I. program to monitor his emotional state and health. Maybe I could integrate Kora into his wellness program. After all, that was her intended function. She would be a lot better interacting with than our own ship’s A.I. She was more fluent, more human-like, and less mechanical compared to LETA.

The only thing troubling about her was her getup. She was dressed like a harlot, showing off assets like her giant tits. It couldn’t be helped, though. She said James was the one who made her look as she appeared.

Then I placed my hand on my tits. ‘Does James like big tits? Does he like mine?’ I shook off that last thought. Of course he did. He was fondling them not too long ago. A small moan escaped my mouth as I kept on fondling them. Ever since he groped them they have been extra sensitive.

Getting a grip on myself, I went to my workstation and began to log all of James’ blood work and semen results. Since he was sticking with us, I needed to keep a record of everything.

All the data was inputted and the result from his EFP had just come through. His first results came up, and they seemed to be irregular to me. So I ran the test again and again, but the same results kept on coming up. I calibrated the machine every time, so if it was a problem with the machine then I would be getting different results after every test. That only meant one thing: these test results were one hundred percent accurate.

According to my studies, an EFP score represented the Eros Candidate’s chances to impregnate a woman. That number was reflective of sperm count, their health, and the strength to make the swim and reach a women’s uterus to attach to a healthy egg. An average male from the age of 18 to 35 had an average EPF score of 0.75 - 0.85. Higher numbers meant more likely chances of successful impregnation.

James’ EFP score was 0.98. This meant he was not just potent, but he had super sperm. With these numbers, he could impregnate a woman the first time every time, and I drank an entire load worth down my throat! That sent goose bumps down my body. How could James have such a high number? It shouldn’t be possible.

That only means one thing: there was something inside of James that made him into what he was. I had to find out what made him so special. Luckily for me, I had just under three months to figure it out. Taking out the spare blood sample, I began to run an in-depth blood workup.

“Whatever makes you special, James, I’ll find it no matter what,” I said out loud. All the while the fabric of my bra felt quite good rubbing against my now sensitive, and slightly larger, tits.

Chapter 9

Grace

Helping James bring back his stuff wasn’t too hard. I was only carrying the box with the headset sets while he carried the heavier computer terminal. This was the first time I had ever been alone with James. The first time I essentially rammed headfirst into his chest. Thinking he would be upset, I prepared for the worst but it never came. Instead, he offered his hand to me and asked if I was alright. His eyes were kind when ours met, almost like Ava.

I know Ava had an interest in him in a sexual nature, although she tried to hide it. But I knew her all too well, and all of her sexual proclivities.

My assumption of her was confirmed when I accidentally discovered her box of sex toys while we shared dorm rooms. I was shocked, to say the least, but I made no fuss about it. She was my best friend, my only friend, so if she was into those types of things that was okay with me.

While putting everything back where I found them, I went through every single thing. Some of the stuff I never thought existed, like a butt plug with a furry cat tail attached to the end of it, a set of small tube-like objects that vibrate, or various sizes of cylindrically shaped objects that were made up of a rubber-like substance.

But hidden at the bottom of the box was a media drive. Curiosity got the better of me, and at the time Ava wouldn’t be back for a few hours. I opened the drive at my desk terminal and found a library of pornographic material. There were pictures of women in various states of dress, erotica novels, and erotic comics, but mostly it was filled with video files.

I opened one just to see what they were like. At first I was a little uncomfortable. I never got the whole thing about sex. I knew people did it, but I never found the need for it. But watching these videos changed my view of it.

I knew these people were actors, faking it, but the way they were doing it… It was like art in motion: the moaning, the grinding, the passion, and even the simulated lust looked so enthralling. Before I knew it, an hour had passed and I had gone through my fifth video.

I was about to call it quits until I saw one video that looked different from all the rest. Deciding to have one more look, I opened the video file and was shocked that it wasn’t one of those professional ones. It was an amateur video… and the star of it was Ava! I had mixed feelings seeing my best friend naked and in the throes of passion at first. Once I got past the initial shock, seeing Ava having sex was more captivating than all the previous videos combined! She was so passionate. It seemed like there was nothing more important than the act of sex itself, and to have sex for sex’s sake.

Before I knew it, my hand somehow snaked its way into my pussy. The other was groping one of my massive breasts that I kept hidden from the world. There was one odd thing about my breasts: they were extremely sensitive. Then I imagined that Ava was the one fondling them, showing them the same lust and passion that she was showing in the video.

Ava was the only one who saw my tits in all their glory, and she tried to encourage me to show them off and not hide them away. She said that they were a blessing. Then my climax finally shot through me and broke the spell. Realizing what I’d done, I quickly returned the media drive to the box… but not before I made a copy of it!

For the next several months I watched every last video several times, especially the ones Ava made herself. Every once in a while I would go back and download new content she had stored away in her box of secrets. Every time I watched her videos, I wished it was me she was doing that with. But at the same time, I got the thrill of watching her do dirty things to all those dirty women.

Then I found out when she brought the girls over to have sex in our dorm room. She always did it when I had late training in the evening, and would have the room to herself for several hours. Thinking this was the perfect opportunity, I set my desk terminal camera to start broadcasting to my hand terminal as soon movement was detected.

Seeing Ava going at it with one of her peers sent a new thrill through me. I discovered that, like Ava, I had my kink: voyeurism. I still wished it was still me with her instead of those random women, but I knew Ava didn’t want to push me into doing something that I was not ready for. That’s the type of person she was: caring to a fault.

After we completed our training, Ava wanted to travel the galaxy and I wanted to go with her. She always told me ‘you don’t have to come with me’ or ‘you have a bigger purpose’. But in truth, I felt safer with her around than being with random people. Plus, with my field all I need is a desk terminal and that’s it. I hoped I would get the courage to become one of Ava’s lovers, but always chickened out.

Then on our tenth voyage, James came into the picture. After I told them about walking in on him in the med bay and what he was carrying, Emma came up with a plan to run hidden cameras to see if I was lying. We were sitting in her workshop looking at the video feeds. I was nervous about doing all of this, but I stayed anyway. It was as if I was back in my dorm room and I discovered Ava’s videos all over again; only this time Ava was right next to me.

Seeing James sliding his penis into the Ice Queen’s mouth was so thrilling! Then to see her fingering herself was too much for me to handle. Ava almost caught on, but I managed to deflect her suspicion. Ava was turned on by the peep show as well. I wondered when she would make her move, and would I be able to see it? Then something else popped into my mind: would James allow me to join in?

“Ok, we are here,” James said, bringing me out from my bubble. He opened the door with his new identification wristband.

“Oh, ah, where do you want me to put this?” I asked him while holding up the box.

“Ah, over there by the desk terminal,” he said while he continued moving stuff around his desk. He placed the personal terminal computer on top of what appeared to be a storage unit.

“Since you are the ship’s systems expert, and you are already here, is there a way to help me get Kora online in my room?” James asked.

“Oh sure, I can help set it up where she can have access to all the ship’s holoprojectors,” I said answering his question.

“Are you sure? That would be great because she can roam the ship with me, and I won’t look crazy talking to the air. But what about the Captain?” James asked.

“The Captain put me in charge to make sure she doesn’t interfere with the ship and LETA. So I figure that it should be fine if I keep your program isolated from major systems,” I said explaining my plan to him. “Plus, if you don’t mind, I would like to interact with her. She is so different from modern A.I.s and I want to see what makes her unique. Is that ok with you?”

“It’s fine with me, and if it’s fine with her then you have a deal,” he said while handing me his data core with the custom software.

“Her? You make it sound like she is a person,” I asked him while running his program.

“Well, to me she is. It’s hard to describe, but everything she is and all the changes that I made to her… to me she is no normal A.I. I guess you have to see and decided for yourself,” he said trying to explain his reasoning.

Running the rendering program and giving Kora access to the ship’s holo network didn’t take long. The only thing I had to make sure of was to restrict her access to the ship systems to only James’ desk terminal and my own. I could give or restrict access later if need be. Then James linked his neural interface headset to the desk terminal and displays Kora.

“Hello, James, and hello, sweetie. Thank you for allowing me some access to the ship. It feels good not being confined to his head,” the hologram said while gesturing towards James.

“That’s one of the questions I wanted to ask you. How can you run her with such limited hardware, let alone a human brain?” I asked James, surprising him.

“She can function because she has optimizing and ultra compression coding software that allows her to function on almost any terminal as long as it has decent computing power,” James explained.

“As for operating in his brain, I take advantage of unused neurons. A human brain does not use more than 10 to 20 percent functionality at one time, so I take what is not being used and run my program thanks to the neural biochips that are implanted in his brain,” Kora rounded out my question.

“What do you mean, she has an optimizing and compression coding?” I asked James for clarification.

“Well, she wasn’t programmed to work outside of her neural chip. There’s not enough processing power in standard computer terminals, but I managed to find a way to alter her code and have her run on almost any device with a processor. The best part about it is that the more processing power she has, like a setup for an A.I. system or a network of computer terminals, the more capability she has. But as of right now she is only confined to this desk terminal since you restricted her access to the ship,” he said, answering my question.

James’ explanation of how he got Kora to work was downright genius. If what he said was true, then he just cracked the massive processing bottleneck for A.I. systems. To run a complex A.I. you would need a supercomputer, but he managed to do it with only a computer terminal.

Then James spoke up once again. “To be honest, I still don’t know how it all works. It was a happy accident that I have not been able to reproduce, hence why Kora here is special.”

“Still though, what Kora can do is astonishing. If you don’t mind, I would like to work on Kora from time to time. I would love to see her function, and maybe see how all your computer coding works to see if I might be able to recreate it,” I said giving him my praises.

“Sure, as long as you don’t change her,” James replied.

“Well, I have to use the bathroom. Kora, don’t scare Gracey here,” he said pointing to the floating image and then leaving for the bathroom.

‘Where did he learn Ava’s nickname for me?’ I asked myself. ‘Maybe he just overheard it somewhere.’

“So Gracey, what would you like to know?” Kora asked me while flying around in her fairy-sized form.

“Ah, I don’t know. I guess… what is it like to be an A.I. stuck in a human’s head?” I asked starting off the questioning

“It is interesting. I get to see what James sees, and with a little feature of mine I can replay events that happen to him,” was her response.

“You can replay a memory? How is it done? How long can you store memory?” I asked at once.

“I can take what happens to him and recreate it using the holoprojector. I could see and record past events, so the administrators could review patient events in their recent lives, but with James’s holo-hack program, I can bring those past events to life.

“As for how long depends on storage capacity. If I use James’ brain for storage then just 8 hours worth of events, but I can pick and choose which events to save. Then, taking the events and performing some extrapolation from his sense memory and surrounding space, I project what transpired as if we were there looking at it happening.”

“That is amazing! But why would he have such a feature?” I asked for clarification.

“Because, sweetie, he likes to watch certain things happen again, almost like a live replay,” Kora said with what appeared to be a coy smile. Her rendering software was really good. James must know his stuff!

“I’ll tell you what, promise me you won’t say anything to James and I’ll show you what he’s been up to today,” she said quietly and staring toward the bathroom.

“Really? But why would you do that? Aren’t you supposed to be his companion and not betray his trust or something?” I asked getting flustered by her.

“I have more autonomy than you think. My main purpose is to protect and care for him, that will never change, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with him, as per his programming alterations. And besides, by the way you were looking at him the first time you met, the first time seeing him naked, and all this time when he was explaining things to you, I can tell that you have some form of sexual attraction,” Kora explained her reasoning to me.

“How could you possibly know that?” I asked, almost yelling at her in disbelief.

“I told you, I see what James sees. As a bonus, when I’m in a 3-D form I use the cameras to see as well. And remember my first purpose was behavioral analysis, so I can see the micro expression when you look at him,” Kora explained to me with a mischievous smile.

“What? No, no, no I’m not attracted to him in any way,” I told her. I couldn’t believe I was defending myself to an A.I.

“It’s ok, sweetie,” Kora said in her soothing voice, trying to get me to calm down. “You don’t have to hide it. If you are worried about him not finding you attractive, then don’t worry. I know for a fact that he does,” she said to me.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you telling me all of this?” I asked, almost becoming hysterical.

“Because I care about James more than you know and figured he deserves to have some intimate moments with some very attractive ladies,” she replied as if it was obvious.

“Ladies?” I asked.

“Yes sweetie, ladies. Your entire crew is filled with attractive members of his opposite sex. If you did not know, he has already engaged in some naughty playtime with a few of your crewmembers,” she explained to me.

“Who?” I asked, knowing he already did something with the Doctor.

“Well, so far he only did a few things with two of your crewmates, but I think you know this one in particular,” she said while floating by my shoulder.

The room was filled with a holographic recreation of James’ memory of what took place in this very room. It started when James had Ava pinned to the wall and was fingering her to climax, then moved to the time when he was brutally face fucking her with his big dick.

All this reminded me of when I was watching Ava’s homemade sex taps, but so much more. It was as if I was right there watching it with my own eyes. The mere sight of it set my pussy on fire.

The other thing was that thrilling about it was the way Ava looked when James was dominating her. She had a pure, blissful look that I have never seen before. It was as if James brought out something inside of her that neither she nor even I knew existed.

The way James treated her was so different than he did Dr. Blake, but at the same time equally as a thrilling. By the end of it, Ava had this look like she was at peace; like she had found something that she didn’t know she was even looking for.

“Beautiful sight, isn’t she? Even with the rough sexual assault she had, she was enjoying every bit of it,” Kora jumped in, breaking me from the spell of the holo memory. “You know you have a good friend there. The way she talks about you, even James can tell that she loves you,” she whispered into my ear.

“Really?” I asked her in almost a whisper.

“Yes. It is as clear as day that she loves you when she told James about your time together. Definitely as a sister, but also maybe as a lover,” Kora informed me.

“Why did you show all of this to me?” I asked trying to understand everything.

“As I said, I care about James and want to see him happy. Seeing as he fancies every crew member on this ship, I want to help in achieving his fantasy. But in doing so I’m going to need an ally; someone who could help move things along. It was going to be your beautiful friend Ava, but with both of you it would have a greater chance of succeeding. Plus, who knows? It might finally bring you two closer together from being just sisters to being lovers as well.” She let the last part linger in the air for a moment.

“How can you be doing this? I know you’re not just some normal A.I. program, but this is way beyond anything I’d ever expect!”

“As James said I’m special. Even he doesn’t know how I ended up this way, but I will be forever grateful for it,” she said.

“Ok I’ll do it, but only on certain conditions,” I said, trying to muster up some courage.

“Okay,” Kora said while floating in front of me.

“First, I would like to see your programming. I promise that I will not change or alter anything about you, with yours’ or James’ permission. Second, don’t tell James about this. I’m afraid that if he knows then I wouldn’t be able to look at him,” I told her, laying out some ground rules.

“I can accept the first part, but as for the second part I can’t lie to James. It is against my programming. But if he doesn’t ask then I am not obliged to tell him,” Kora agreed.

“I can accept that,” I said, sighing to myself and knowing that was the best I could get.

“Anything else?” Kora asked, trying to move things along.

“Ah, yeah… If by chance James does something with any of my crewmates, could you… by chance, ah…” I began, pausing mid way through my explanation.

“God this is embarrassing,” I mumbled mostly to myself.

“You want to see all his sexual exploits like I just did a moment ago?” Kora asked, finishing my request for me.

I could only nod, my checks going flush on hearing my request.

“Honey, I was going to show them to you even if it was not part of our deal. I knew you were sexually excited watching your friend being manhandled by James. And judging by your reactions, it was not the first time seeing your friend naked,” Kora stated with that same life-like coy smile.

“Ok, so what do we know?” I asked, trying to move this along.

“For now you can leave. I’m sure you have duties to fill, so we can discuss more later.” She instructed me on what to do. Taking that as a cue, Kora disappeared, and I left the door. It was good timing, too, because James was rounding the corner.

“Everything alright? I know she can be a handful,” James said, stopping me in my tracks.

“She is interesting. She is so life-like it is almost scary. I hope the offer still stands for me to look into her,” I said while trying to hide my nerves.

“It does. I figured it gives me something to do, and with your expertise I might be able to improve her,” James said while flashing me that warm smile.

We said our goodbyes, and both went our separate ways.

James

Kora appeared and did her best whimsical impression. “Hello, Master. How was your little adventure?”

“It went fine. Using those space toilets is always a hassle but I manage. And please ease up on the whole ‘Master’ bit. I don’t want these girls to think I’m some perverse weirdo,” I said trying to tone her down.

“But Master you are a perverse weirdo. It is your hidden charm,” she told me with a little laugh in her voice.

“Just ease upon it, okay? Did everything go okay with Grace?” I asked her.

“Of course, Master. She agreed to help us with your endeavors, and she has a little kink herself,” Kora informed me.

“Really how so?” I asked with peaked interest.

“When I showed her what you did with Ava she was very aroused by the sight of both you and her. I recommend we keep this up, but not too fast or she can be easily frightened and run away,” she said, filling me in on her request.

“Dueling noted. We will act like I know nothing and slowly ease her into it. Who knows? When we are done, maybe those two can finally be together,” I told her.

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Master,” she said, and caused a little groan of annoyance from me.

“Master?” Kora asked.

“Yes, Kora, you know you can speak freely to me,” I told her.

“What will happen when Aletta finds out what’s so different about you?” Kora asked with a little worry in her voice.

“We will play it by ear. Either she is ignorant and we have nothing to worry about, or she is just as smart and tenacious as I suspect and it will be only a matter of time,” I said, trying to put Kora’s worries at ease.

“What will you do?” she asked.

“Right now nothing. If she knows nothing then there is no point in telling. But if she finds out and asks me about it, then I’ll tell her the truth.”

“Are you sure?” she asked again.

“Yes, I’m sure for now. We keep doing what we are doing before we reach our destination. Who knows? Maybe by then I will have all the crew members lining my bed.”

Chapter 10

2 weeks later (9 weeks from destination)

James

The previous couple of weeks were mostly uneventful compared to my first week on the ship. Eat, work out, work on my projects, repeat. True to their word, Ava and Emma trained me to function on the ship. Every once in a while Grace would tag along.

Introducing Kora to the rest of the crew wasn’t as nerve-racking compared to introducing her to the captain, but it came with its complications. Captain Lane was not too thrilled about Kora having access to the ship’s holoprojectors. But after some reassurance from Grace she let the matter drop.

Kora was a big hit with Ava and Emma. They were asking her questions about herself and how she functions, how she could render herself in person, and so on. Ava and I didn’t find any alone time for me to explore her sexual side, but she would occasionally pinch her nipples when no one was looking, or slyly grab my cock when she walked by.

With Aletta, on the other hand, we would have a little privacy. The last time I visited her, she took less convincing to get on her knees and drink down my cum just like the last time. She also fondled her tits that time. Since my next visit is tomorrow, I can’t wait to try out something new with her.

‘It’s going to be fun,’ I said to myself as I walked to the gym for Sasha’s daily workout.

Sasha

Conducting James wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be when Liz gave me this assignment. In the beginning, he was a little slow. But once he shook off the pod sleep from his body, he was off to the races. It was nice to have someone who could handle my level of workout.

I have always taken great care of my body ever since I was little. I believe it came from my family background. My mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother were all at a fitness level of armed services. Honor and pride ran through my blood, and I carried it every day with me.

My mother was stricter than most that I knew, but all she wanted to do was give me the tools to succeed and to take care of myself and those I care about. Being part of Artemis, a Private Military Group that works directly under the Federation, we moved around a lot. It was tough moving around but my mother said I had to be strong.

The other difficult thing was my dark skin color. My mother always said that our bloodline could be traced back to the great African warriors from Earth, and we should be proud of the color of our skin. For a while it was difficult: moving places and meeting new people all over again. But by the end of it, I was a loner. Nobody would make fun of me or bully me because they knew that they would receive a much-deserved beat down if they did.

It was hard, but I got by until Liz came into my life. She was willing to walk up to me and be my friend. She wasn’t scared or mean; she was just being Liz. She was one of the few people who complimented my skin for its beauty instead of its difference. With Liz’s persistence we became best friends, and eventually our family became friends as well.

It turned out Liz’s mother was mid-level personnel at the Federation complex on the planet where we were stationed. When it came time for my mother and me to transfer, I begged her to stay. I didn’t want to leave Liz and was happy where I was. My mother wouldn’t have it.

But Liz stood up to my fierce mother and somehow convinced my mother and hers to let me stay with her. We stayed together ever since. We were inseparable. We went to the same schools, colleges, and worked at the same corporation.

I still followed my family’s traditions and got a position in RTC defense security, while Liz was working her way up the corporate ladder to get into the Federation just like her mother. We took this job as the Aurora executive officers because it would give Liz a better chance at moving up the ranks. As for me, I joined to repay all the things she did for me and was more than happy to do it.

Despite us growing up together, Liz could never really keep up with me when it came to training. She always kept her body in great shape. But her form was the embodiment of the female form while mine was the strength of a warrior. At least that is what Liz called it. James was the only person who was my level, and at times even I couldn’t keep up with him.

‘Speak of the devil,’ I said to myself, ‘there he is ready for today’s workout.’ We spent the next 30 minutes running through our routine. I was about to call it quits and go for my 30 minute run on the treadmill when James spoke up.

“I know a way to get your heart pumping, Sasha,” he said.

I stopped in my tracks and tried to think of what he meant by that.

“I was thinking you have a sparring mat over there. Why not use it to run in place for the next 30 minutes?” he asked while making his way to the mat.

“We can’t. My job is to keep you fit, not to hurt you,” I told him with a grievous tone while crossing my arms.

“You are not going to hurt me. And besides, I see protective gear over there. We can wear those and won’t have to worry about who’s hurting who,” he replied, shooting back a cocky smirk.

“No, James. We can not and that’s final,” I said with authority while turning away from him.

“What are you afraid you will lose? Come on, let’s make it interesting,” he said still making his way to the mat.

That last comment really got my blood boiling. “Fine, but you explain to the Doctor how you got those bruises,” I told him while heading to the mat and picking up the gear.

“Don’t worry. I believe I can handle myself,” he said finishing setting up his gear. “So, do you want to make a bet to make this interesting?” he asked, still shooting that crooked grin of his.

“Sure. What do you have in mind?” I asked, accepting his challenge.

His answer was, “If I pin you down, you must answer one question of mine.”

Thinking it over, I finally said, “Okay, and if I pin you down, which let’s face it I will, you will do what I have to say for the next week,” I said shooting him my own cocky grin.

“A whole week seems kind of steep,” he said while thinking it over. “Ok, I will do it. But I get to ask any question I want and you can not lie about it. Agreed?” he asked while sticking out his hand.

“Agreed,” I told him and we shook hands.

Stepping into the ring, we started to size each other up. “So what are the rules for this?” he asked me while still keeping his distance.

“Just pin your opponent down and that’s it,” I said, taking the first plunge and throwing punches at him.

He blocked them pretty well, but I wasn’t throwing anything too serious. Then out of nowhere, he threw a spinning kick that almost took my head off. Then he followed up with two jabs that hit their mark.

“You know, they taught us some material arts to strengthen our bodies and to help defend ourselves if we ever find ourselves in trouble,” he told me, still flashing that infuriating smile.

“If that’s so, then I guess I don’t have to hold back,” I said, showing him that he shouldn’t mess with me.

For the next several minutes we traded blows. He was good but I was slightly better than him, and I was getting the upper hand.

“You could quit now. No shame in giving up,” I told him while trying to slow my breath.

We kept at it, but he showed no sign of giving up, then he decided to speak while we were fighting. “I’m not planning on giving up. After all, how am I going to get you to answer my question?” he asked me while he was closing the distance.

Having none of it, I kept on punching and trying to find a way to pin this brute down. I almost had him a couple of times, but he managed to escape. He never managed to pin me once. I had this match in hand. I just needed an opportunity, but then he pulled a fast one on me.

“How am I going to know how long you wanted to sleep with Elizabeth?” he asked me.

“What!?” I shouted, dropping my guard for a split-second.

That was all he needed. He closed the distance and was about to go for a grapple hold. I was getting ready for it, but instead of one of his handholds he grabbed the edge of my shirt and began pulling it upwards. Thrown completely off guard, he managed to pull it over my head. Then he proceeded to twist it behind my back, locking my arms in the process.

With the momentum he pinned me to the floor. I tried to break free, but he snaked a leg around mine and halted my movements. He kept one arm holding my shirt, one leg around mine, and his last hand pressing on my chest just below my throat. I was stuck. No matter how much I moved he had me where I couldn’t escape.

“You cheated!” I yelled at him.

“No, I asked what the rules were and you said just pin down your opponent. That’s what I did,” he stated while still holding me down.

“That’s not what I meant! That defeats the spirit of the game!” I told him, still trying to escape.

“All’s fair in love and war, and when it comes to war nothing matters but winning,” he said, still holding me down with all his strength. Then he started looking me up and down, and that same cocky grin showed up again on his face. “You know, if I wanted to I could take advantage of this situation,” he said to me in a mischievous tone.

Not knowing what he meant and still trying to break free, I felt the pressure of his hand on my chest lessen up. I figured that he was loosening his grip, but instead he was slowly moving his hand downward. Realization set in and I scrambled to break free, but he still had my arms and legs immobilized.

He still moved his other hand and he was just barely missing my breasts. The heat of it ran through my body, and then I felt something snaking down my leg. I realized it was around the area of his groin, and this only meant for one thing: he was getting aroused by all of this! I went into in overdrive trying to break free, to gain an inch… anything!

“STOP!” James barked right in my face with such authority that I stopped moving. “You lost. Yes, I may have bent the rules but I did not break them. Take the loss, or I’ll keep on taking the ‘advantage’,’’ he said, emphasizing his last word.

“I will never give up! My pride will not allow it!” I yelled at him.

I began to squirm in the hope that he would let go. Then I felt his hand brush alongside my breasts. The room was getting hotter. Everything about this was bad, but that simple brush caused my nipples to harden and began to show through my sports bra.

My body was beginning to act strangely. It was as if this entire time it was getting turned on being in this humiliating position. I was already pretty excited during our little sparring session. Something about the fighting, punching, and pain of it was always thrilling and somewhat pleasurable. I learned to enjoy the pain that came from my many training sessions.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were enjoying this,” I told him, hoping to throw him off.

“Oh, me running my hand and feeling this beautifully sculpted body? Why wouldn’t I?” he asked me in that cocky grin of his.

Despite what I thought I wanted, I felt myself blushing at his comment.

“You know you have a beautiful body and take great care of it. You have all these hard muscles,” he said stroking down my arm and between my breasts, “but still retain a feminine figure. It kind of reminds me of the Amazonian warriors from the old Greek legends,” he said to me. “Have you heard of them?”

“Only a little,” I admitted.

“Well, they were prideful warriors, just like you. They believed that everyone was weaker than them, especially men. They only viewed men as slaves or a means for procreation to further their race. But if a man bested one of them in single combat, then by tradition the warrior must submit to the male and try to breed with him. His strength would be a great addition to the next generation he sires,” he said finishing his history lesson for me.

“So, great warrior Sasha, do you submit to me?”

Once he finished saying that he twisted my erect nipple through my bra. The initial pain and sensation caused a gasp to escape from my mouth and my back to arch up. He continued feeling up my body, taking in the spoils of his victory even though I hadn’t declared defeat yet.

In truth, my body was responding to his advances. I was always taught to respect strength and power, and James was showing all of that and more. No one had ever bested me. I was always the fastest and the strongest fighter during my training and never lost. But there I was, pinned down and restrained by James. I gave up trying to escape, just lying there and letting him take what he wanted.

“Do you give up?” he asked me in a soft tone.

“Yes, I agree. You won,” I told him. The humiliation of losing coursed through me.

Then out of nowhere he kissed me. It was tender, but still had some forcefulness to it. I couldn’t break away because I was stunned by it.

“See? It wasn’t it so bad to admit defeat,” he said while he began to loosen his grip on my body. He began to get up.

Once his grip on my shirt was gone, I managed to get my hands free. I then took his outstretched hand to help me get up.

“I still say you cheated, but for now I’ll say you win,” I said to him, trying to get some dignity back. I paused a moment before asked him, “Why did you stop?”

“Haa,” he said.

His lack of answer confused me. “Why did you stop what you were doing?” I became a little embarrassed that I was beginning to miss the way he was treating my defenseless body.

“I stopped because it wasn’t part of the bet we made. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed feeling your masterfully sculpted body. But if I had gone any further then it would have been dishonorable,” he said, beginning to remove the protective gear.

“And the kiss?” I asked while trying to hide my blush.

“It was a little treat for you, something to help you get over your defeat. Was I out of line?” he asked looking at me inquisitively.

“Ah, no you weren’t entirely out of line. It was just unexpected,” I replied while still hiding my blushing cheeks. ‘God, how did I get brought down to this state?’ I admonished myself.

“Ok,” he told me while reaching for his towel to clean the sweat from his body. “As for our little bet, we can say you owe me one.”

“Why? I lost and you won the bet,” I said, confused by his statement.

He explained, “Well, I already figured you were in love with Captain Lane, Elizabeth, for quite some time now. You hid that and the lust you feel for her well, especially from her, but not well enough. I just said it to throw you off balance so I could win.”

“How could you tell?” I asked sheepishly.

“The way you look at her when she is not looking. It’s obvious for those who know what to look for,” he answered.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked.

“No, but if I were you I wouldn’t wait too long, or else someone might come in and sweep her off her feet,” he explained while throwing me that cocky grin of his again. “Anyway this was fun. We should do this again sometime,” he said and left the gym, and me alone with my thoughts.

Everything that happened was so surreal. He had me more powerless than I ever felt before in my life. But instead of being mortified or disgusted for letting him take advantage of me, I felt almost cheated. Not because of him beating me with an underhanded trick, but for not finishing what he started when he had me subdued. He won, and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew he had every right to do as he pleased. ‘To the victor, go the spoils,’ it told me.

Yes, it was humiliating that he berated me and made me look like a fool, but that only fueled something deep inside of me. Checking myself over I noticed my nipples were still erect, and it was not because I was cold. I looked downwards and discovered my workout shorts were extremely wet around my crotch. Trying to shake the obvious effect he had on me, I got up and left the gym. I went to my private showers for a much-needed cold shower.

Chapter 11

Emma

James and I were sitting in my workshop going over his blueprints like we had been doing for several days. I’d been over his blueprints and sketches over a dozen times. They were quite elegant, but he was right that they were more conceptual than practical.

He was putting a lot of time and effort into developing a fully functioning android body. I asked why he was thinking of designing one, but he always said, “Oh just for fun”, or “It’s just something to do.” There was something else there, but I figured he would tell me when he was ready.

Training James was a breeze, he seemed to catch on to everything we taught him; never had to be told twice. He had a firm grasp of the ship’s layout and emergency procedure. We also showed him all the ship’s compartments, the bridge, mess hall, gym, recreation center, media center, my work station, and engine compartment with my supervision.

For added fun we showed him where our crew quarters were. We were not that far away from him; our quarters were in the adjoining corridor. We had some fun time together after finishing our duties by playing in the rec room or showing him some of our favorite shows in the media room. He was not thrilled by it, but he sat through them because we liked them. He did promise that he would show us his collection, but told us that they were older media than we were used to.

Spending all that time with him led me to start developing some feelings for him. One of the big factors for this development was his intellect. He was not at my level of genius, but he was at least smarter than most of the crew. We had full-on discussions on robotics, which I found out he was self-taught, and engineering. He would even tell me stuff about the history of the human race. I was never big into history since I was always looking to the future, but I would still sit there and listen.

After spending all of our time together, I never got a chance to explore him or his dick. There were opportunities, but I would never have the guts to ask him. I still hadn’t given up on seeing the beast from down below. Ever since seeing what happened in the med bay with the Ice Queen, the images were still on my mind. I had to see it for myself, just for the sake of satisfying my curious mind. Then an idea popped into my mind…

“James, do you want to play a little game with me?” I asked him in the most casual tone I could muster.

“What? Why?” he asked me while looking up from his sketchbook.

“Well, my mind is becoming fried from staring at these blueprints for so long, and I just realized I don’t know that much about you,”

“Ok, but how is playing a game going to tell you something about me?”

I explained to him, “Simple, we asked questions about each other with increased difficulty. We only get to ask five questions to one another, and we must answer the truth about each question.”

“Ok, sounds easy. But what if you don’t want to answer a particular question?”

“Well, if you don’t want to answer a question then the other player gets to make you do something without fail.”

“So, answering a question or being forced to be your puppet… Alright, should be fun. You go first since you brought it up,” he said while putting away the book and turning to face towards me.

“Is every Eros candidate as tall as you?” I asked, starting him off with something easy.

“No, just like women we vary from person to person. I’m just on the tall side,” he said. Not missing a beat he threw out his question, “What is it like to be a child genius?”

“Ah, it’s ok, I guess,” I said feeling uncomfortable in my chair.

I always hating being called child genius, but to achieve my objective I needed to play through it.

“Being smart has its advantages, but it is not always fun being the smartest person in the room. People look down on you because they are dumb, or they try to be your friend. Because they think you’re so young that they can trick you into doing their assignments.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” he said in a soothing tone.

“It’s ok, but enough about that. My turn. You asked me about my genius, but you learned robotic design and machine learning code for Kora, all on your own. How did you do that?” I asked, ramping up the questions.

“Do you want to know?” he asked while I nodded my head. “Well, according to the doctors I have a specific mutation that affected my brain development. It caused me to remember any material I ever read or see.”

“You remember everything? Like what you had for lunch when you were five?”

“No, that is something different. While I do possess great memory, I can perfectly recall whatever I read, saw, or study. The reason I know machine code is because I read a book on the subject, just as I did for robotic design.”

“Wow! That is amazing!” I said to him, “Well it’s your turn.”

“Ok, why do you hate Dr. Blake so much?” he asked another difficult question.

“I don’t exactly hate the doctor, I just hate what she represents,” I said.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked.

“It’s not her I hate. Yes, she can be a bit cold, and has this air of arrogant authority. But it also has to do with her physical assets. You have seen her body with her big hips and even her even bigger titties. I mean, look at mine and look at hers. Mine are like mosquito bites. It’s just not fair for women to think they are superior because they were blessed with ridiculous bodies,” I said letting out a little huff.

“Yeah, you are indeed small, far smaller than Aletta,” he said almost breaking my heart. Then he slid up to me, “But her figure fits her and yours fits you. You know you are beyond cute in a sexy way. You have this tomboy look that fits in a small package that you can take anywhere. If you don’t believe me, then when you have a chance look up ‘lolicon’ or ‘lolita’. Even in a small body you can be sexy, and if anyone says you are not they can go fuck themselves.”

“Really?” I asked, trying not to get my hopes up.

Then he got behind me and he cupped his hands over my chest. “You know Aletta is nice, but they are big handfuls while yours are perky and firm. I can easily cup them with my hands, and they still feel exquisite,” he said finishing the last word in a bit of a husky voice. He stepped back and let me calm down after he groped my chest.

“You should give Aletta a chance. She might be the ‘Ice Queen’ as you say, but once you get to know her you might be surprised that there is a warmer side to her. Just don’t antagonize her too much.”

“Ok, I’ll try, but no promises. My next question is…” I had to think of something good. It took a moment before an idea popped into my mind. “What is it like being a man?”

“I don’t know how to explain that. I’m a guy. It’s kind of me asking you, ‘What is it like to be a girl?’” he stated.

“Ok, fine I guess. What I want to know is: what is it like having a penis?” I said just going for broke.

“Wow! That came out of nowhere,” he said surprised.

“Well, you are a guy and one of the main things that make you one is having a penis. So what is it like having a penis?” I asked pressing the issue.

“Ok, I guess you have a point,” he finally relented.

It was a little too easy for me but I took it.

“Having a penis can be inconvenient,” he said but I still pressed for more. “It is like having something variable out in the open, and if someone is not careful it can get hurt.”

“No, it can not be. I heard that dicks are as hard as steel, aren’t they?” I asked him.

“No, it just feels that way.” he said. Then he was stuck in thought for a few seconds. “Do you want to take a look?”

‘YES!’ I screamed in my mind, but luckily I didn’t blurt it out. I gathered my thoughts and finally spoke up. “Ah sure, if you don’t mind.”

“So is it my penis or just any penis in general?” he asked, flashing me a crooked grin while he was slowly undoing his pants.

Getting a little flushed by his remark I finally told him, “Well, since you are the only male I have ever met, I guess you could say I want to see what a penis looks like. And since you are here, I would be seeing yours,” I rambled on, trying to make the awkward situation pass.

Taking that as my answer, he slowly lowered his pants. There it was, right in plain view: a real human penis. It was smaller than it looked on screen, and instead of standing straight up it was curved down. It matched his skin tone, but I wouldn’t say it was extraordinary. Deciding to get a closer look, I scooted closer and got onto my knees. It had a smell to it. Not an unpleasant one, but something different; something that had almost a pull to it.

“You want to touch it?” James asked, breaking me from my reverie.

“What?” I asked in mild shock.

“It’s ok if you do. Just don’t squeeze it too hard,” he said.

Taking my cue I slowly reached for it. It was softer than I imagined. It also had an almost smooth surface at the shaft part, but had the faintest of vein lines running along with it.

Using my training and attention to detail, I examined every facet of his penis: its texture, its length, the heft to it; everything that could be observed of the male organ. Then I noticed the sack that was dangling at the base of his dick.

I reached toward it with my other hand, and took note of the differences. It had more wrinkles than anywhere else on his body. Much like his penis, the harder balls inside were huge, like the size of two ripe plums or peaches. If I remembered my male anatomy, then these were his testicles, and they stored his life-giving sperm. I was so engrossed by this that I hadn’t noticed that his penis was getting larger.

“What’s going on? It’s growing?” I said while pulling my hands away from it. I was suddenly afraid that it was going to attack me.

“It does that sometimes. It’s called an erection,” he said. “Don’t be scared of it. It’s perfectly natural.”

With that, I brought my hand back to his dick. It had grown a bit bigger, and it was still growing. Once it seemed to stop, I found that my fingers wrapped around it were not even close to even touching tips. His dick was just as big on the monitor, if not bigger.

His erect state was something; everything about his dick had changed. It was much firmer now, and those once-faded vein lines were now more pronounced and had definition. The smell of it had gotten more potent, and it just kept on pulling me in.

Then a low, animalistic sound escaped from James’ mouth. I had completely forgotten that he was there. Looking up at him, I realized this position on my knees right in front of him made me feel smaller than I already was. It was like he was the big, grey wolf, and I was the humble small, snow bunny ready to be devoured.

My thoughts ran back to what he did to Aletta, and all the things he made her do. ‘Will he do that to me? Will he only do what he did to Aletta or would he want more? Would I be able to stop him? Do I want to stop him?’ All these thoughts ran through my mind while trying to think of something to do. For once in my life I had no answer, no solutions. I was a dumb little girl who at that moment was stroking this very huge man’s very huge dick.

It was so surreal how all of this changed so quickly. I was in control. I had the power, the game, and the question to achieve my goal of seeing his dick. But now he had the control. His dick had all the power.

Focusing on it again, I noticed the head was changing color and clear fluid was leaking from the small slit. Curiosity got the better of me. I leaned forward and placed my mouth around the head. Even the tip of his penis was huge. Just trying to fit it inside was stretching my small mouth to its limit.

Once I had a good seal around it, I began to bob my mouth around this massive cock. I finally tasted that clear liquid, that concentrated form of exactly what his dick smelled like. I loved it! The more I sucked, the more it came out. It got me wondering if the Ice Queen, Aletta, also loved this flavor. Maybe that’s why she kept on sucking him like I was.

Then another realization dawned on me: I did this. I was sucking his cock because I chose to. He didn’t suggest it or guide my head to his cock. I did that, but I had no control over it. I sucked his cock, but I never said, ‘I’m sucking his cock’. It was something I just did!

His cock had this power over me, James had this power over me, and he never once uttered a single word. Only low animalistic grunts were escaping his lips. That feeling of being a small rabbit filled me again, and I felt like I was trying to appease his animalistic desire so he would not devour me.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” he said, almost shouting in a raspy voice.

Surprised by his output I pulled away to ask him what he meant. At that exact moment a white substance shot out of him like a bullet and struck me right in the face. Frozen in place, all I could do was take every single hit. The smell was so overwhelming, and the few times it hit my open mouth was weird. The texture was slimy and thick, and the taste was even more concentrated than the clear liquid.

It was a pleasant taste, and when I swallowed it a small purr escaped my lips. My very first climax also rushed through me. My face was covered in his cum, searing me with its heat, and the glow of my first climax still lingered inside me. I don’t know if I liked it, but it had a somewhat pleasant taste and feel.

Deciding to get back on my feet, I looked around to find something to wipe this stuff off of my face. Cutting our game short, we sorted ourselves out. I told him that it was an interesting experience. We both said goodbye.

Before he left he asked me if I was going to the media room for show night. I wasn’t too sure if I could face him after this, but I wanted to keep up appearances so I told him yes. He grabbed his stuff and left. I stood there deep in my thoughts pondering what my next plans would be. I couldn’t decide if I should pursue James or let things settle. The whole time I was fondling my breast and rubbing my soaked pussy.

James

That evening was media night for the crew. It was a new thing for me. But the girls wanted to spend time with me; we all figured media night was the way to go. It was my night, and I decided to show them some anime.

With me were Ava, Emma, and Grace. I was hoping for the good doctor to make an appearance, but she was a no-show.

The media room wasn’t too impressive: just a few couches that were bolted to the floor, a terminal for someone to hook up the media drive, and the wall screen monitor. Of course, there were the hologram projectors for the modern 3-D movies, but I did not need them for my old school media.

Ava directed me to sit in the middle of one of the couches and while she and Emma flanked me on both sides. Grace decided to sit on the other one even though we told her there was plenty of room for all of us together. She glanced at Ava and Emma and shook her head. Was she a little jealous? I summoned Kora and directed her to be with Grace, just so she could have some company.

I figured that they were used to media that only had an all-female cast. So I decided to put on one of my favorite male-led shows with multiple females and some grit behind it. Emma and Ava were a little hesitant about my choice of 21st-century media, but they promised to give it a chance. The main theme for this show was a man who was summoned to another world to fight off the forces of evil. It was a very common trope, but the main difference was that his only weapon of choice was a shield.

“Did people really watch this stuff?” Emma asked, still trying to figure out the purpose of the show’s style. She scowled like it was too childish for her since it was basically a cartoon.

“Yes. They were once created by using picture comic books called manga that were quite popular in the country of Japan back on Earth. They became so popular they spread throughout the world,” I said.

After finishing my explanation, I started the show. Everything was running smoothly. Ava provided us with some snacks, and a healthy assortment of fruits and nuts for me trying to stick to the food nutrition outline that Aletta had given her.

It was looking to be a light-hearted show until we got to the part where the main character was betrayed by his teammate and the kingdom he was sent to protect. This got everyone’s attention.

“That fucking bitch!” Emma shouted out. “How could she do that? She was his teammate and she lied to everyone that he raped her! And worse yet, the king is being a huge dick about it!”

After her outburst she settled down and began to watch the show, now more heavily invested in it. We spent the next couple of hours watching episode after episode. During that time Ava leaned against me snuggled closely. I encompassed her with an arm to get more comfortable. Emma followed suit but was still invested in the show; they all were.

I didn’t expect them to actually like the show but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Ava liked the little animal girl, saying she was so cute and looked even cuter when she had grown up into her woman form. She said she also liked how the main character treated his new companion with caring compassion, but still had that hardened heart after his betrayal. Emma also liked the animal girl and even made a comment that she wished to have furry ears and a tail. Grace was quieter, but she still hadn’t looked away from the show except for the brief interactions of talking to my floating fairy girl.

It was getting late and we were all getting a little tired. Grace excused herself and left with Kora to her bedroom.

Emma, on the other hand, had already fallen asleep and decided the best place to rest her head was on my lap. Looking down on her she looked cute curled up on my lap, like a little kitty cat. Then I remembered that remark from her earlier, about how she would like to have her own set of ears and a tail. I imagined what she would look like, and decided that she would look adorable wearing them. It would take her cuteness level and crank it up to an eleven. As if on instinct, I started to pet her hair like she was a cat. A small purr left her mouth and she decided to snuggle even closer to me.

Looking to my right Ava, also was scrunching up against me. She wasn’t as tired as the others, but looked completely at peace sitting right there next to me. Figuring this was the best opportunity to play around with the buxom, bubbling, beauty Ava, I slowly moved my hand southward toward the curve of her ass. Since she didn’t react to my movement, I decided to go a little further until my whole hand was on her ass. By then she noticed where my hand was. She looked at me but didn’t voice her opinion or stop me.

Giving her firm ass a nice squeeze she let out a low moan. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was biting her bottom lip – the way girls instinctively know how to do to look sexy. Deciding to be bolder, I slipped my hand into her loose fighting shorts, and her panties. The skin-on-skin contact was exhilarating, and the look in her eyes told me that I could do no wrong.

I slid my hand a little lower until I came to the cleft of her cute little asshole. But instead of finding the small pucker of the fleshy hole, I found something hard and metal. I looked at her with wide eyes. She turned her face away from mine to hide the redness of her cheeks at the realization I found she was wearing a butt plug this entire time!

Leaning in closer, I whispered something into her ear.

“You are a naughty little nymph. Tell me, do you enjoy wearing your special toys outside the confines of your room?” I asked her.

She only nodded, but was still biting her lower lip waiting for me to do something.

“Where are you hoping I was going to do something to you?” I asked her in a lustful manor.

“Um, hmmm…” she mumbled in a low hum.

Taking the go-ahead, I slipped my hand past the intrusion and reached for her warm, wet pussy. It was obvious she was excited about all of this, but her drenched pussy solidified what she was feeling. She started rolling her hips, trying to stimulate her pussy using the tips of my fingers. She was practically begging me to penetrate her with my fingers, but I kept them firmly outside her pussy.

“Do you get off wearing these things while you are working?” I asked her while still playing with her pussy.

“Yes, but only for you,” she said in a hushed whisper.

“Tell me something, what would happen if Emma here or even Grace found out you had something lodged up your cute ass this whole time?” I asked her.

“I would be embarrassed,” she said, her cheeks turning even redder.

“Then if I were you, I would not make a sound,” I said, nodding towards Emma who was still sleeping on my lap. My cock was getting hard, and it was snaking its way down the same leg Emma was sleeping on.

Without warning, I sunk my fingers into Ava’s wet pussy. She covered her mouth to hide the moan that escaped. At this point we were not paying attention to what was happening on the movie screen. It was just Ava and me, and my sleepy kitty cat Emma, on this very couch.

Ava was still moaning against her hand while I assaulted her pussy. Then I decided to take things up a notch. I slid my fingers outside of their warm confines and started reaching for her nice, smooth butt plug. About to speak her protest, I grabbed the exposed end of it and gave it a firm pull. She let out a loud gasp, and Emma stirred in my lap.

“Ah, keep it down… It’s nice and cozy right here,” Emma said while snuggling closer on my leg, her face mere centimeters from my cock.

After waiting a couple of moments, I resumed pulling and pushing Ava’s plug. A low moan was escaping her mouth even though she kept her hand firmly over it. I continued this assault for several minutes. Her moans never stopped, and the lust in her eyes just kept on growing.

The air in the room was filled with that scent of arousal, so much that even Emma seemed to be affected by it. Her hips were making small circular motions. Was she having a sex dream?

I decided that I must do something with Ava, but not with Emma in the room. I told Ava we had to stop. She looked disappointed but I put a finger on her mouth and told her to wait. I slowly shook Emma awake.

“Huumm, what happened?” she asked while letting out a cute yawn.

“You fell asleep,” I told her in a low voice, “You better get to bed. I don’t want you to slack off at work tomorrow.”

“Ah, I was comfortable here,” she said sadly. Letting out a sigh, she got up and headed to the door.

“Are you guys going to bed too?” she asked before leaving.

“No Emma, we are probably watching one more episode before heading to bed,” I replied.

Once Emma left, Ava launched herself on top of me and gave me the hungriest kiss I had ever felt. It was as if she came off a five-day fast and I was the first meal she had seen in days. As the kiss continued she also started grinding her pussy on my cock. The sensation was driving me wild. If I wasn’t careful I would have blown my load in my shorts.

It was time to take control. Grabbing the back of the hair I pulled her face away from mine, only a strand of the saliva still connected between our lips.

“Are you a naughty little nymph?” I asked her in a rhetorical way.

Her mouth was still open, and she was panting like a bitch in heat. “Hm hum,” she answered cutely.

“Well, it’s time to show you what I do to naughty girls like you.”

I lifted her shirt and clamped my mouth around her perky nipple. A shriek left her mouth.

“Quiet it,” I growled at her. “Unless you want the entire crew to see what a huge slut you are, then I would keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut,” I commanded her.

A little panic set in and she clamped her mouth shut. I continued sucking and licking her perfect tits. They were not the biggest or the smallest, but they were just the right size. They matched her creamy white skin and were dotted with little freckles just like her face.

I wanted more and figured that was the best time to push things further. I picked up Ava, spun her where she was, and laid her on the couch. She let out a little yip sound, but she still kept a hand on her mouth.

Realizing that she couldn’t keep that hand there forever, I decided to improvise. I slowly made my way down her slender body, from her mouth down to her slender neck toward her perky tits. I gave each one the love they deserved. Once I finished lavishing her perfect breasts I laid a trail of kisses down her taut stomach, which quivered after every kiss.

Then came my true destination: her covered pussy. Even with the shorts in the way I could smell the sweet cinnamon taste of her pussy.

I curled my fingers around the waist of her shorts and looked up at her one last time. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop right here if you want,” I gently said giving her an out if she needed it, but desperately hoping she wouldn’t take it.

“No, I’m… I’m ready,” she said in a sheepish voice.

I started to pull down her shorts to reveal her simple, lavender panties. They had a lacey design on the edge that ran along the top in the style of a flowery rose blooming in the night. There was a dark spot over her pussy that showed her arousal.

Slowly pulling them off of her, the smell of her juices hit me like a freight train. It had been a long time since I smelled something so alluring, and her pussy was breathtaking! It was a slit with puffy red lips and oozing female juices; just something you want to dine on forever. Taking the damp panties in my hand, I raised them and looked at Ava. She was red-faced and panting like the bitch in heat she was.

“You are not allowed to scream,” I told her in a tone that was not to be taken lightly.

She slowly nodded her understanding.

I gently placed the crumpled, damp panties in her mouth and said, “Here, this should help you with that.”

She gave me her nod of understanding. I moved my head back to her waiting slit.

Inhaling deeply, I slowly extended my tongue and gave her pussy a firm lick. The taste of it was just as I remembered: sweet with a hint of cinnamon. After savoring the flavor I dove right in, starting with slow, tentative licks and exploring every fold of her pussy.

She was shuddering after every lick, but I kept her out of reach of her climax. I wanted to torture her to the point of madness; to reach the cresting peak only to stop short of falling over. She was moaning through her panty-stuffed mouth.

Trailing down with my tongue I reached her butt plug, which I could now see was jeweled and the same color as her panties. I reached out and slowly manipulated it, adding more sensation to the already overly stimulated girl. I kept her on that edge for so long she was almost on the verge of tears.

I decided to have mercy on her and alleviate the itch in my cock. It was time to take things further, and I knew that in this frenzied state Ava would do anything I want. I sat up, lowered my shorts, and revealed my throbbing cock. I looked into Ava’s eyes and saw this worried look on her face, like she might have second thoughts about all of this.

“Are you ready to go a little further?’’ I asked her.

After several moments she gave me a tentative nod. I knew she was scared of taking my cock into her pussy, but her orgasm-starved, horny mind didn’t want her to stop. I reached down and removed her butt plug from its snug fitting, getting a muffled whimper from her. Sitting on my heels, I rubbed the tip of my cock against the lips of her pussy.

She was more than ready to take my cock. I just had to go slowly, to make this as enjoyable as possible for her. Setting the tip of my cock at her entrance, I gave her one more warning. She eagerly looked at me and barely nodded.

I slowly entered her tight and extremely wet canal. She thrashed around, constantly moaning to the sensation of being stretched to her limit. Once she finally calmed down I began to slowly inch my way inside her. Inch by solid inch, I searched her depths. Her hands were gripping the couch so tightly that her knuckles started to turn white.

Reaching the three-quarter mark, I was surprised to hit a wall, figuring it wouldn’t happen because she must have been playing with dick-shaped objects for a while now. I pulled out a fraction of an inch, and then with firm, steady pressure I pushed past the wall reaching places she didn’t know existed.

The orgasm that I was denying her for so long had finally come forth with a vengeance! Her pussy clamped shut, and her back arched so hard that only her head and butt were touching the couch. She was thrashing around and screaming so loudly that if she hadn’t had those panties in her mouth the whole ship would have come rushing in!

I decided to add more, and to remind her not to scream. I reached down, wrapped my hand around her throat, and applied a little pressure at the sides of her neck. It wasn’t enough to stop airflow, but to slow the flow of blood rushing into her head. That sudden change prolonged her orgasm, and judging by the wetness on her legs and crotch she gushed once again.

Ava

Once everything was not fading to black and I was beginning to gain some sense of consciousness, I replayed everything that happened to me to that point. James was holding on to me while we watched his show.

It was a pretty interesting show with fantasy and drama. It was the tale of a guy who gets sent to another world to defend it. He encountered the little slave girl, who he helped nurse back to health. Then he trained her to be his sword and showed her the power within her. Other heroes tried to take her away from him because they thought she was his slave. After they release her, the hero is distraught because he believed she was going to abandon him just like everyone else. But she still chose to stay by his side, saying that no matter what she would always be his sword.

That part almost brought me to tears. Not only was her devotion to him that strong, but she managed to warm his hardened heart that he kept hidden ever since he was betrayed shortly after he arrived.

I also liked the part where she got another slave seal, even though he said she didn’t have to. She said it would be a symbol of their bond and that she would proudly wear it. Hearing that sent a shiver of arousal through me.

Ever since James used my face for his gratification, something inside me has changed. I never allowed myself to be dominated. Usually when I was having sex I was the one in control. With James my body just gave in, and in return he gave me the strongest, most blissful orgasm I ever had.

Curious why I acted like this, I delved into my stash of porn and erotica. Reading everything that I had, I found myself reading more stories about doms and subs, and masters and slaves, where the female would become the owner’s sex slave. With every story my mind would always drift to me on my knees worshiping James’ glorious cock.

It had been going on for days. It got to the point that I would be wearing one form of sex toy or other thought out the ship, like the butt plug that was lodged in my ass.

Then I remembered him playing with my pussy while was Emma lying on his lap. He told me not to make a sound. There I was acting like his personal plaything and loving every second of it. Playing with my pussy, messing around with my butt plug, and after Emma finally got up and left, lavishing my tits and making his way down to my pussy. My body was practically humming with anticipation.

Then he stripped away my panties, the only barrier between him and my special place. Just as he was about to eat me out like a fine meal, he rose up and slowly stuffed my dampened panties in my mouth to help silence me. Tasting my juices on them was thrilling, but having the ability to speak taken away from me in such a manner was equally thrilling. He was treating me like those submissive slaves like in those stories, and I loved every minute of it.

He took his time eating me out. He wasn’t the best pussy eater I ever had, but he managed to read my body so well that he kept me on the edge of an orgasm for so long that I was in near hysteria. Then came the moment I had been waiting for: releasing the beast. He laid it over my pussy. I shuddered, realizing how far it would go inside me.

He looked down at me and gave me the option to stop. My mind, body, and soul would not stop it for the entire world! Still, the look in his eyes, the concern, and passion behind them reminded me of the character from the show and his slave. It warmed my heart, because even though James could have shoved his cock deep inside me with one thrust, he took his time and made sure I was prepared for this.

That solidified everything for me and I was going to give my body to him, even if it was for one night only. And with that, he slid his cock into my pussy.

The initial insertion had already spread my pussy wider than it had ever been before. James was bigger than my biggest dildo, and after that night I was going to change the name of Big Blue to just Blue. He slowly inched his way deeper into me, spreading and moving everything out of its way to make room for his giant cock. All the while my juices were oiling his cock.

Then all of sudden he came to a stop. A barrier blocked his path from going any further. Looking down I saw he still had a few inches left outside. It dawned on me that this was as far as Blue had ever gone inside me. Taking one last breath and nodding towards James to continue, he slowly and forcefully pushed his way through virgin territory.

Just like that the orgasm that he has been denying me for so long finally crested over, and everything went white. It was even better than the one he gave me weeks ago, and if it were not for the panties shoved into my mouth, the entire ship would be rushing in wondering who was committing bloody murder. Still, that did not stop the loud moan escaping my mouth.

To silence me even more, James wrapped his hand around my throat and gave it a firm squeeze. That new sensation was something a master did to his slave… and that feeling shot another orgasm right through me.

Catching my breath, I finally reoriented myself after that explosive climax. I looked up at James and saw he had stopped moving, letting me bask in the glow of it all. Looking back down I noticed his cock was far deeper than it was before. I guessed that during my climax, the spasms in my pussy caused his cock to inch deeper into me. I tried to devour as much of his cock as possible.

Seeing that I had regained my senses, he began to pull his cock out until just the tip was inside my pussy. Then with a smooth, forceful push back inside of me, he left me breathless. It was churning my insides every time he bottomed out inside of me. With every push he reached deeper inside.

After several minutes of this sweet bliss, James had gotten up to a fast and steady pace. He thrust his cock into my weeping pussy, reshaping it to fit his cock perfectly. By this time I already had two more orgasms and was fast approaching another, until he suddenly stopped leaving me wanting more.

He slid his cock out. I looked down to complain about being empty, but he leaned forward and kissed my lips with the lustful heat that I remembered so fondly. Reaching into my mouth, he pulled out my panties which were now sopping wet with my drool.

“That was good, but don’t think we are done just yet,” he said.

He guided me to stand beside the couch. It was tough because my legs had lost most of their strength.

“Now, my little nymph, why don’t you go down and taste yourself?” he asked me.

He had me get on my knees, which I did without question. I hungrily stared at his cock still standing proudly erect, with a slight bounce to it that matched his heartbeat. It was covered with a fine shine of my juices. Leaning forward I could smell me and his earthy smell blended together.

Without further prompting, I leaned forward and sucked his cock with all that I was worth. It tasted just as good as the last time. With the added flavor of my juices, it just made it all the sweeter.

A thought ran across my mind: I wondered what the others would taste like on his cock. It sent a small thrill through me that all the other girls would have his cock deep inside of them. I knew that I could not keep James all to myself. He was too special for me to do that.

Still sucking on his cock, he let out a low groan but he wasn’t close to cumming yet. Then he reached for my head and pulled my mouth away from his pulsating cock. The only thing connecting us was a small stand of saliva from my lips to the tip of his cock.

“Get down on all fours, and be ready to be well and truly fucked,” he said to me with a hot, bated breath.

Not wanting to disappoint him, I quickly and eagerly got on my hands and knees facing away from him. Deciding to entice him a little I gave my ass a little sway, but that all came to a stop when he gave my ass a nice, hard smack. It wasn’t too hard to hurt, but just enough to show who was in charge.

He got behind me and lined up his cock at my entrance. Once again he was inside me. Taking it from this position was a whole different feeling. While he was on top it felt more intimate. But in this position it was only used for one thing: FUCKING. He started slowly at first but he quickly got to a fast pace. Without the hindrance of the panties in my mouth, groans and yips were flowing freely from my mouth.

“OH FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD! SO GOOD! DONT STOP! KEEP POUNDING ME!” I yelled while trying to brace myself for his onslaught.

Then out of nowhere my climax crashed over me like I was smashed between storage crates and the bulkhead

“OH, FUCK! IM CUMMING! IM CUMMING…” I almost yelled at the top of my lungs until James reached his hand and clasped it over my mouth.

Grasping my hair with his other hand, he forced my head to his mouth and said in a harsh whisper, “What did I say about screaming?”

“That I was not allowed to,” I told him in a shy tone.

“That’s right! Now be a good little nymph and do what you are told!’’ He commanded and pushed me back onto my hands to resume his assault.

He was really going to town on me, and with his hand still weaving through my hair, all I could do was take it. Fucking me like a broodmare, this part of sex was pure animalistic fucking, and I was enjoying every fucking second of it. My mouth hanging open, tongue sticking out, and a trail of drool was snaking its way down my chin. If I were to die right here and now, then this would be a very good way to die. Another orgasm washed through me, but following James’ orders, I brought my hand to my mouth to stifle the screams that were coming from it.

‘MY GOD THIS IS TRUE FUCKING! HE IS DESTROYING ME! HE IS DESTROYING MY PUSSY AND IS RESHAPING IT TO FIT HIS GLORIOUS COCK!’ my mind screamed.

He was so deep that he was pumping against my cervix. That initial bump caused me to wince in pain, but after a while I yearned for it. He was reaching where no one had ever reached before. Then I felt him losing his pace. His cock grew grow slightly bigger inside me.

I feared he would cum inside me, as well as the prospect of getting pregnant. But that fear was alleviated when he abruptly slid his cock out, turned me to face him, and pulled my face in front of his cock. Then with a few short strokes he erupted on my face. Hot, milky cum shot forth and coated my face. Then he shoved his cock back into my mouth and emptied the rest inside me. Just like last time, as soon as I swallowed his cum an unexpected climax washed through me leaving me and James in total bliss.

James and I collapsed on the floor breathing heavily. He reached out and pulled me into him. His embrace was warm and comforting, like snuggling in a warm, comfy blanket. But instead of a blanket, it was a gentle beast of a man.

“Now that was good, was it not my little nymph?” he whispered into my ear.

“Yes, it was. I can still feel my pussy throbbing after that,” I said in labored breaths.

“I hope you don’t have any regrets?” he asked me.

“Never. In fact, I hoped we can try this again,” I told him with glee in my voice.

“That would be tough with all the crew wandering around,” he said.

“Maybe you should fuck them all. That way we won’t have to sneak around,” I told him hopefully.

James took a long pause, like he was figuring out what to say next. When he did speak, it was with curiosity. “Are you ok with me sleeping around with the crew?”

“Of course! I can’t keep all of you to myself. That would be selfish of me.”

“Ok, but we have to be subtle about this,” he said. Then he reached for the butt plug that was rolling around the floor. “You must like your toys,” he said turning it in his fingers. “Tell me, do you have more of these?” he asked me.

I looked away from him, a little shy about disclosing my secret sex toy stash. I shyly said, “Yes, I have more.”

“Hmmm, maybe we should look around and see what we can do with them,” he said giving me a firmer squeeze.

Then, deciding to play around with him, I said, “Yes, Master.”

“Master…Hmmm? I like the sound of that, but I am not your true master yet,” he clarified for me.

Looking at him with questioning eyes, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“I haven’t claimed your ass yet. Once it is conquered then I will be your master,” he said.

That last comment sent a frightful scare through my body. Never have I thought I would be taking anything that big up my ass, but after he said it I wanted him to claim it as his own just like those women from my stories. ‘God, what am I becoming?’I asked myself. Never in my life had I ever had back-to-back orgasms, much less powerful ones.

James Peirce, a man I barely know, has completely dominated me. He completely owned my body and gave it pleasure I never would have thought was possible, and from this day in my mind, he would be my owner and Master just like all thoughts from my stories. We spent several minutes lying next to each other, but we had to get back to our rooms. So we got dressed and left, but not before we shared one last passionate kiss.

Little that we know, we were not entirely alone in that room. In another room several corridors down lay out a sprawled out Grace who just finished fingering herself to her sixth orgasm. As soon as she reached her room, Kora informed her that James was being naughty to her friend. Thanks to her foresight, she set up another hidden camera inside the media room. She saw the whole scene in front of her. When her friend told James to sleep with the rest of the crew, she fingered herself to one last orgasm that drove her off to a dreamless sleep.