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Chapter 15

Ava

Sleep was not coming to me as easily as it used to. Throughout the night, I wondered what James thought about the cake that I had made for him. His request was so out there, and not part of his dietary restrictions. I said ‘no’ at first, but he was very persuasive. So with a promise of some compensation for my troubles, I began researching how to make a cake. The ingredients were not that hard to come by, but since there was no pre-made mix, I had to mix everything by hand. It took me several tries, and a lot of failed attempts, but I never gave up. Somehow, I even found this to be more thrilling to make, besides coming up with new recipes for our meals. Trying to find the right ratio of flour to milk, or how many teaspoons of vanilla extract was too much. I had never worked so hard, to make something as trivial, like strawberry cake with vanilla cream frosting. After a couple of days of trial and error, I believed I had created the perfect cake. Then I handed it to James on the day he wanted it. He thanked me with a smile for all of my hard work. I wanted a kiss from him, but we were out in the open, and I didn't want to risk us being seen.

I tossed and turned in my bed, as I tried to get some sleep. But no luck, so I looked at the clock display and saw it was ten minutes until midnight. I remembered that James liked to stay up late, so I decided to sneak on over and watch him devour my heart-filled cake, and maybe something else. That last thought brought a smile to my face.

I quietly made my way to his door and was surprised he didn’t put the lock authorization on it as it slid right open. I walked right inside and found no one was there. I was about to leave, until I heard a voice speaking right behind me. I turned around and saw the ever-skimpy fairy, Kora, floating in the middle of the room.

“Hello, Ava, what are you doing here at this time of night?”

“Oh, ahh... I was looking for James, and to see if... ahh…" I told her, as I tried to find the right words to speak.

“To see if he could stuff that big COCK of his, into your dripping twat," Kora told me, while emphasizing the word cock. It still amazed me that even though Kora was an A.I., her interactions were really surprising, especially when she was so candid about sex.

“Well, no…” I said, blushing from Kora's response, “well, maybe… I was just here to see how James liked the cake I made him. Speaking of James, where is he?” I asked, as I tried to change the subject.

“Oh if you want to see him, there was this nebula on our port side. He said he was going to sit out there and look at it. He took your cake along with him."

It took me several minutes to find James. I should have asked which deck he was on from Kora, but I was too far away to ask. I was on Deck 5, about to turn the corner, until I heard people talking. I looked around the corner and saw that James was sitting on the floor with the captain. The captain was taking the night shift today, and I guess she was making the rounds and stumbled onto James. Curiosity was getting the better of me, so I decided to eavesdrop on their conversation.

I listened to the captain as she said that since it was his birthday that I would have thrown him a party, and that I would have if I had known about it. I also listened to James talk about his mother, how she died, and how he missed so much time while he was in stasis. It almost brought tears to my eyes, listening to the pain James had been going through. I didn’t know anything about him, and what he had been through. That was something I needed to rectify. As I sat there, I heard him compliment my cake. James and the captain were talking about how delicious it was. Hearing that brought a smile to my face.

They talked for a while, so I decided to not interfere in their little moment. So as quickly as I could, I made my way back to my room. I was almost there, but before I reached the passageway towards my quarters, an idea formed in my head. This was James' special day. Even though he didn’t tell us, that didn't make it any less special. I figured that every good birthday celebration deserved a special birthday gift. And I knew what would be his special gift, ME, or more importantly, all of my holes. I still remembered the first time we were together in that media room, and how I called him, Master. He enjoyed me calling him that, but he said that he was not my true master, until he took all of my holes. I knew he was kidding about that, but still, that thought was equally exhilarating and frightening, all at the same time. Ever since he told me about taking my ass, the idea of having my poor little asshole stretched out by his humongous cock, had never left my mind. Ever since then, I had been preparing myself for that possible outcome. I started to prepare my ass, by stretching it out with various-sized dildos, and butt plugs. It took some time, but I managed to take Big Blue—well, Blue now—up my ass with little discomfort. The feeling of my ass being stretched to its limit was quite exhilarating, and should it come to James’s cock, that limit would be pushed again. Still, though, I didn’t know if I was ready for that.

I rushed in and out of my room, grabbing all the things I would need for James' special night. I made it to the showers and gave my body a thorough cleaning. I also decided to give myself a quick shave, to make sure I was silky smooth down there. I wanted him to experience me at my finest. Then took the special enema bag I have. I filled it with the special soapy water and gave my asshole a thorough cleaning. It took several sessions, but at the end of it, my little starfish was squeaky clean.

“Nothing, but the best for James,” I said to myself.

I dried off, as best as I could. While doing so, I styled my hair, in a way to where it had that ‘just got out of bed’ look, but still looked sexy. Once my hair was perfect, I started to apply some lotion all over my body, so it could feel smooth to the touch. Once that was done, I decided to put on one of my favorite lingerie. It was a sheer-silk camisole, that was in light-emerald green, just like my eyes. It was a sexy little number because it seemed to just hug my curves just right. Putting it on, I realized that it didn’t quite fit me like it used to.

I noticed that my hips were a little bit wide, and it caused the hem of my camisole to flare out a little more. My breasts also seemed to be bigger, as well. If I didn’t know any better, it seemed that my breasts had gone from a B cup to almost a full C. I did remember that I had been eating much more lately. In preparing the crew meals; I had to make sure they were tasty for the crew. But, I didn’t believe I would have gained that much weight. Feeling around my body, worried that I had gained too much weight, and when I looked around, I noticed that much had changed. My stomach was still firm, and taught, but if anything, it had a little more definition. It seemed all the extra weight had gone to my breasts and hips, but by no means, were they flabby.

My breasts were still perky and firm, and I was also developing a bit of a bubble butt.  Looking at myself in the mirror, I liked what I saw. With my new bust size and wide hips, it started to give me an hourglass figure. My breasts looked like I was smuggling two ripe grapefruits that were ready to spill out of their confinement. I knew James would like what he saw, so I finished my preparations. I lubed up a medium-size, jeweled butt plug, with a special anal lube, and inserted it into my anus. The color of the jewel was the same emerald color. With the plug, snuggling in place, I slipped on a lacy, French-cut thong, in the same color as my camisole. With them on, it made my legs look even longer, and every bit as sexy.

Taking one last look in the mirror, and doing a three-sixty twirl, I saw that everything was perfect. In all my life, I had never done anything like this for anyone. With the emerald color of the outfit, which complemented well my strawberry-red hair, I looked like a dryad, caretakers of the forest, from old fairy tales. With my styled-messy hair, wide firm hips, larger bust size, and the applied lotion, that made my skin shine with an erotic glow; I was ready to go. I packed up all of my stuff in a bag, wrapped myself in my bathrobe, and made my way toward James room.

I made a quick stop at my room to drop off my stuff. I still remembered to take the anal lube, so I placed it in a small bag with a few other necessities. With every step I took, my excitement grew as I got closer to James. Plus, the added stimulation from the butt plug also sped things along. I was contemplating how to present myself to him. If he was there, and asleep; would I slide into his bed and wake him up with a sensual blowjob, or would he be there and awake. Do I stand there and slowly unwrap my bathrobe, revealing myself to him. So many ideas were forming in my mind, but before I knew it I was at his entrance. After doing one last self-check, I knocked on the door. With no answer, I decided to see if it was open, and sure enough, it was. It looked like James had not made it back yet, and I was relieved that I didn’t miss him. Making my way into the room, Kora decided to appear again.

“Back for more I see, and it looks like you are dressed to kill," she said, while flying all around me.

With blushing cheeks, I responded to her, “Well, I did find James, but he was talking to Captain Lane. I overheard that tonight was his birthday, and I figured that I would give him something special.”

“Oh and what exactly were you planning on giving him?” she asked me, while hovering right in front of my face.

“I was thinking that since he already had my mouth and my little peach, that he might want to try to—”

“You were planning on allowing him to fuck your cute little asshole."

I blushed even harder, as I nodded my response to her.

“Are you sure you are ready for that? I know that women used to do that back in the day, according to my research. But you do realize James is far larger than most men,” she said, while making eye contact with me.

“I know it might be a little uncomfortable, but I have been preparing for this, for some time now, and this won’t be my first time with butt play. It's just this time it would be with something larger than I am used to," I said, trying to convince her that I was ready and well aware of what I was in for.

“If you think you are ready, then I cannot stop you. Even if I try, I am a hologram. So I can’t physically stop you,” she told me, with a chuckle. That helped put me at ease as I waited for James to return.

“Kora, could you do me a favor? Could you set the ambiance in this room to be more sensual? I want to make this feel special, for James and me."

Kora nodded and began to alter the light settings to where it was more like a candle-lit glow in the room. With everything set, I decided to lay down on James’ bed, making sure my scent was all over it. Kora volunteered to inform me when James was approaching his room; which was good because I didn’t want to fall asleep on him. My nerves were on edge waiting for him to come and ravage my body to his heart's content.

“Kora, how do I look?”

“Ava, be ready to spend the night because the way you look, James is going to be fucking you into oblivion."

What she said made my pussy, and asshole tightens up in excitement. The thought of James fucking me into a state of pure bliss was almost too much to handle. It didn’t take long since Kora informed me that he was at the door, so I got into position. I was ready to see the look of surprise, and then lustful hunger in those deep-brown eyes of his.

His eyes were wide open when I greeted him in my, ‘Hello Master, how may I serve you.’

Let's just say it got the desired effect that I was hoping for.

“Ava what are you doing here?” he asked me, while still rooted in place by the door.

“Well, Master, I missed you, and I thought I would surprise you by dressing all sexy for you,” telling him, while I slowly caressed his bed sheets with my hand. Make sure that when I brought my hand close to my body, he got to see the swell of my new breasts.

“So tell me, James, how was the cake I baked for you. Was it as delicious as I hoped it was?”

“It was pretty good. I can tell you to put your heart into it."

Hearing that, almost made my heart swell with pride. Then as I was about to sit on the bed, he leaned down and planted a toe-curling kiss on my lips. I could still taste the strawberry-flavored cake on his lips, and something else. It didn’t taste like the cake, but it had an almost floral flavor to it. Then it hit me out of nowhere, he kissed the captain. That sly man managed to steal a kiss from her. Realizing this, I decided to kiss him even harder. I wanted him to think only of me tonight; the taste of my lips, the smell of my lotion, the feel of my skin, because for tonight, it all belonged to him.

“Hmmm, You taste good, Little Nymph,” he said, in a husky voice. “You look like you were expecting someone or something to happen tonight."

“Why yes. I have been expecting something to happen tonight, and…” I said, slyly rubbing his already-hardened cock, “I think that thing has just arrived," as I guided him to his bed.

I helped him remove his t-shirt, and as he lay bare in front of me, I started to feel the firmness of his pecs. It was amazing that we were part of the same species, and yet our bodies were completely different. I had to say, I did love the feel of his hard body. It showed the strength that lay beneath it. A strength that I would be feeling in a few short minutes. I slowly made my way down to his shorts and began to make a show of it.

“You know, Master, I missed the feel of your cock on my lips," I whispered to him, just as I was pulling down his shorts.

I left a trail of kisses down his abdomen, as I got to the final part before I released the beast. I took a small step back, remembering what it did to me when I got too close. His cock sprang to attention, and a trail of clear liquid was whipped up alongside it. That same earthy smell filled my nostrils, and my mouth started to water.

“Looks like someone is ready to play. Let me take care of you."

I slowly placed his cock into my warm, wet mouth. It still sent electricity down my body, every time I sucked on his cock. One of the main things I loved about it was the heat. It told me that I had something real, something that was alive. I could hear the low moans from James. That only led me to suck harder. His cock still tasted delicious, and his pre-cum was sending shivers down my spine. It felt so divine to have him between my lips. Then I felt that warm familiar feeling of his hand at the back of my head. My heart started to race, wondering if he was going to fuck my face like he always did. My little peach was starting to drip within my panties, just waiting to feel that ecstasy.

“I can’t be the only one getting serviced right now," he said, trying to hold back a moan.

He lifted me with tremendous ease and placed me on his chest facing his cock. He brought my panty-covered mound to his lips taking a deep whiff of my scent. He then slid my already-drenched thong to the side. The heat from his breath sent goosebumps all over my body, then without an invitation, he dove right in. He was taking his time, as he explored every fold of my pussy, making sure to lap up all of my juices. It felt so good, having my pussy serviced like that, being lost in the waves of pleasure, until I felt a hand on the small of my back.

“You know, this doesn't mean you stop sucking my cock now does it," he said, as he pushed me down towards his throbbing cock.

Getting the hint, I dove right back in with renewed enthusiasm. While I was sucking on his cock, he was mapping every corner of my peach, tasting my essence. Then he did something new; he found the jeweled end of my butt plug. He started to push it in and out, giving my ass some much-needed stimulation. It was driving me wild. So much so, that I was practically grinding my pussy right on top of his chin. For retaliation, he latched on my clit, and pulled the butt plug at the same time. Pulling it to a point that the widest part was stretching out my anal ring. An explosive orgasm ripped through me, sending a torrent of juices flooding into James’ mouth. He never stopped lapping up my pussy. Between having him eating me out, and the feel and taste of his cock within my mouth; this was as close to heaven as I was going to get.

That delicious taste of his pre-cum was so divine, that I was sucking harder, just so I could have more of it. Then I felt James start to tense up. Realizing what was about to happen next, I started swallowing down anything I could. Then that warm, thick cum of his, started to flood into my mouth. This time, I was going to show him that I could take all of him. Not one ounce of his precious seed would escape my lips. By the time he had finished, only a small strand of his cum dripped out of my lips. I didn’t get the whole thing, but it was more than what I had swallowed before.

Just when I thought things would slow down, until James could recover, he sprang up and maneuvered me so he was on top. He had this predatory gaze in his eyes like I was his next meal. Seeing that look had set my pussy on fire, knowing that oblivion was right around the corner. With little effort, he managed to slip off my panties and laid down his cock right on top of me. I had read that when men ejaculate, they needed time to recover until they go for round two, but I forgot that James was no ordinary man. He looked down on me and began to rub his cock right between my vulva. I could still feel the heat of it, ready to pierce through my insides, ready to rearrange my organs. He asked me if I was ready, to which I only nodded my response. Then with a slow forceful push, he slid right in.

I loved the feeling of being stretched to the limit, but I knew my pussy could handle it. It took several thrusts, but with each push, he would go deeper, and deeper. While doing so, my pussy kept oiling his cock, making it easier for him to move around in my pussy. The feeling of being full was more apparent now, with the added sensation of the butt plug that was still in my ass. I loved this feeling of being double stuffed. Then when he got into a rhythm, I was sent over the moon.

“Ha... Haaa...Haaaa…” were the only things coming out of my mouth. The feeling of his cock was driving me crazy. I was fast approaching another big climax, until James leaned down and whispered something into my ear.

“I want you to scream for me. No one is around to hear you. So scream to your heart's content.''

That last part was almost a demand. With the little brain cells that I had left, I quickly thought over what he said, and he was right. He had the entire passageway to himself, I could scream bloody murder, and no one would hear a thing. Then in one last thrust, he managed to reach even deeper into me, bumping right against my cervix, and right there and then, I screamed out for him.

“OHHH... FUUUUCK!!!”

I came so hard, that my toes began to curl in so much, that I was afraid that they would have popped off. I loved when he tapped against the deepest parts of my pussy. Looking down, I noticed that more of his cock was buried deep inside of me.

‘Oh god, he is reshaping my pussy!’ yelled in my head.

He was so much deeper than he ever was, and there was still an inch or two left. After coming down from my earth-shattering climax, he went right back at it. The wave of pleasure kept on coming and coming. By the time I reached my third climax, I was in total euphoria. Every nerve ending of my body was exploding from the rolling waves of pleasure, and the non-stop orgasms. Even my ass was twitching with excitement, only the steel butt-plug keeping it open.

“My ass!" I tried to yell out to him. “My ass. Fuck my ass!" I tried again, gaining more momentum as another climax approached. With one final deep thrust, that building orgasm finally broke through and in the heat of the moment, I yelled out, “OHHHH… GOD…. CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!!"

Breathing out heavily while a trail of drool was dribbling out of my mouth. In my state of delirium, I full-on begged him to fuck my ass. “MY ASS! PLEASE FUCK MY ASS! TAKE IT, MASTER!  MAKE IT YOURS! MAKE ME YOURS!!!”

Still breathing heavily, from his cock-induced orgasm, I finally noticed James was starting to withdraw from my aching snatch. The feeling of emptiness washed over me, and I almost begged him to make that feeling go away.

Back on his knees, he managed to flip me over onto my stomach. He then maneuvered my ass until it was sticking in the air, all the while, he was fidgeting with my butt plug. I could only imagine how I looked; face down, ass up, all the while someone was messing around with a metal intrusion within my little butthole.

James managed to dislodge it from my ass, the feeling of emptiness returned, but not for long. I sensed him moving closer to me; his face right in front of my holes. Knowing he was so close to my most private area, somehow brought redness to my cheeks. To think that even after everything that we had done together, I still got embarrassed about something like staring at my wet pussy and twitching asshole. I could still feel his hot breath on my snatch. It felt like a dragon breathing fire down my pussy. Then I felt his tongue working along my folds, starting from the clit, and just ending at the rim of my ass. It felt torturous, as he lapped up my pussy and asshole like that.

Then, as if reading my mind, he started to rim my asshole, feeling every wrinkle and valley. His touch felt divine on my sensitive starfish, and before I knew it, he was working a finger inside me. His finger was much broader than my slender ones, but due to my added preparations, it slid in without any discomfort. It felt so good having my pink starfish serviced like that; even when he decided to add more fingers to the mix, it felt even more exquisite. I knew what he was doing. He was stretching out my asshole so that I wouldn’t feel too much pain when he used his leviathan. I was moaning through the whole ordeal; just loving every second of it. I just didn't know how James did it; he just knew which buttons to push and pull, to extract the most amount of pleasure from my body. If he kept that up, when he finally did slip his cock into my ass, then I would be a blubbering mess. A disappointed groan left my mouth when James extracted his fingers from my ass, but then I felt James scooting closer to me. Realization set in on what he was about to do; I quickly reached for the anal lube that I had stashed at the corner of the bed.

“Here, use this. It will make our experience more enjoyable,” I said to him, while still having my head down on the bed.

He took the lube and I felt him applying some of it on his cock, and then his fingers. He began to work some of it into my ass. This was not my first time using this particular lube for my ass. I found out the hard way that you needed something that would go the distance and a thick, oil-based lubricant would do the trick. The thicker the lube, the longer it lasted, and judging by James' aroused state and stamina, I was going to need something to go the distance. It felt cold to the touch, but it quickly warmed up with James’ thorough application. He finally pulled out his fingers, leaving a kiss on my firm ass cheeks. He moved closer to me and lined up his cock to my ass. But before he pressed forward, he finally spoke for the first time since all of this started.

“Are you sure about this, Ava? You don’t have to do this,” he said to me, with a concerned voice.

“Yes, James, I want you… no, I need you to do this. James, this is something that I want more than anything in the world.” Taking a quick breath, and as best I could, I looked James in the eye and said to him, “Please, Master. Please take my ass.” Spreading my ass cheeks for him, showing him that I was more than ready to take his cock.

With one firm hand on my hip, and the other on his cock, he began the slow invasion into my poor defenseless asshole. I felt his cock head at the entrance of my starfish. There was some resistance from my ass, but taking a deep breath, I relaxed my sphincter muscles. The initial insertion was a little painful, but with my preparation, and James stretching me out earlier, the pain was manageable. Then millimeter by millimeter, he was worming his way into my ass. I thought James was big, but having him in my ass blew that out of the water. Still, though, he was taking his time. Only stopping after getting a few inches inside of me. Which was good, because it was starting to be too much. I took slow, deep breaths, trying to relax. My knuckles were starting to turn white from grabbing onto his sheets.

“Are you okay?” James asked me, in bated breath.

Taking a moment to compose myself, I finally relaxed enough to speak back to him, “Yes, I am okay. It’s just going to take me some time to get used to your girth.”

He nodded to my response and kept perfectly still. After relaxing a little more, I finally gave James the okay to proceed to move. He slowly moved his dick back about an inch, then he slowly pushed it forward. He repeated this process several times, each time getting himself a little deeper inside of me. The pain was still there, but it wasn’t as bad as the initial insertion.

I was starting to groan from his slow and steady assault, as the pain slowly morphed into pleasure. My mind was starting to go numb from the pain and the pleasure, but I didn’t want it to stop. I wouldn’t stop until every single inch of James’ cock was buried deep inside me. I could feel every ridge of his veins running in and out of my ass, sending an extra pleasurable sensation through my body. The one thing that I also started to love about this, was the heat. The heat that was emanating from James’ cock. It felt so hot, that I thought he was going to brand the inside of my anus. The heat alone told me that I was having anal sex with a real live person, and all of my anal toys would no longer do it for me.

James started to speed up his tempo, and my groans of pain started to turn into moans of pleasure. Then in one final hard thrust, I felt his crotch against my plump ass.

“Oh god, that feels so good, Ava," James moaned in extreme pleasure. “Will my Little Nymph manage to take my entire cock inside your ass?”

Once he asked me that, something inside me snapped, and out of nowhere, a climax that I didn’t know existed, swept through me, causing my body to spasm. “FUUUUCK!!!” I screamed, as something intense swept through me.

The orgasm was so intense that I blacked out for a brief moment. I had heard that an anal orgasm could be intense, but I never imagined it would be that intense. And that was just James having his entire cock within my ass. After coming down from my anal intense euphoria, James started to pull until just the tip was left in, and with one firm push, he bottomed out. He repeated the same process, over and over again. Every time he bottomed out, he left me breathless. Throughout his pounding, I felt no pain, only pleasure. It seemed after that first intense orgasm, something in my brain told my body that anal sex had no pain, only pleasure. Groaning and moaning were filling the room, and I thought it was coming from James, but then I realized that it was all coming from me. James was starting to give it to me, thrusting harder into my poor little asshole, but I loved every second of it. Then just like the last one, an intense orgasm swept through me.

“OH GOD, OH GOD… DONT STOP,  PLEASE DON'T STOP,” I kept begging him, as waves of euphoria washed through me.

James only grunted, and with a firm hold on my hips, he went into overdrive. Nothing came out of my mouth, but only moans and groans. I knew I couldn’t do this every time, but if James demanded my ass, then I would not deny him.

Then he leaned down into my ear and spoke to me. “Now my Little Nymph, do you like having your ass fucked?”

“YES!” I told him.

“Do you love it?”

“YES, OH GOD YES, I LOVE IT!” I yelled at him, as another climax was on the rise.

“Who owns this ass of yours?” he asked me, even though he knew the answer.

“YOU DO!” told him almost out of breath. “ALL MY HOLES BELONG TO YOU, JAMES! MY MASTER! I BELONG TO YOU, I AM YOUR SLAVE! JUST PLEASE DON’T STOP FUCKING MEEEE!!!” I yelled out the words, as my climax was about to reach its peak.

Hearing me declare my willing slavery to him, James sped up his thrusting, showing no mercy, until I felt his cock starting to get a little bit larger. Then in an animalistic growl, like a lion showing its dominance over his kingdom, a torrent of scalding-hot liquid started flooding my bowels. James was coming inside, branding the inside of me, marking me as his property. The sensation of having his cum flooding inside me was divine, and the added sensation caused my climax to come.

“OH GOD I'M CUMMING, GOD I’M CUMMING!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, eyes rolling back of my head, tongue sticking out, all sense of up and down, all jumbled around.

The added sensation of his cum seemed to intensify the already-intense anal orgasm, going from a ten to a twenty. I never knew any woman could feel as good as I felt then and there. And all I could think of was, could I have more.

Once my senses came back to me, I noticed a wet spot; well, two wet spots, one from my face, and the other from my crotch. I came so hard that I hadn’t noticed that I was drooling the entire time and that I squirted once again. It always amazed me that I was a squirter, and with James squirting was always on the menu. Thinking that it was over, I started to move away from him, but something kept me in place. That was when I realized James’ cock has not lost its hardness; he was still hard and was ready to go again.

“I am not done yet, slave. The night has only just begun,” he whispered into my ear. A small tremor swept through my body, and just like that, James began his thrusting once again.

I was lying down next to James, snuggling up close to him. For the last hour, he had put my body through the wringer. Changing positions from missionary to cowgirl, and everything else in between. He came two more times, once in my mouth, and another in my ass. As for me, I lost track after the tenth one. For once in my life, I could agree that there was such a thing as too much sex, but I would never complain about that.

Being next to James on his bed felt good. I could hear his slow steady heart rate, and the warmth that he was giving off, felt cozy; like I was snuggling in a warm comfy blanket on a snowy day. Right there and then, I just wished we could be like that forever.

“How are you doing?” he asked me, breaking me out of my trance.

“I feel great, Master.”

It was true I did feel great, every nerve fiber was a hum with excitement. Even my new breasts felt good, even after James sucked on them when I was on top. I had never felt my body like this before. Even my ass didn’t hurt too badly, but I knew I would be walking funny for a while. My ass still felt gaped after James pulled his cock out of me. I tried to clench it shut and it did, but as soon as I relaxed, it opened right back up again. His warm, gooey cum was starting to ooze out after he deposited his two heavy loads. So to stop it, I grabbed the butt plug and placed it back in my ass to stop the flow. Even with the added discomfort, I wouldn’t have changed that night for the world.

“Ava?” he asked.

“What is it, Master?” still letting him know that I was his.

“Why are you still calling me, Master?” he asked, with a little confusion within his voice.

“Because you are my Master,” I told him, while placing my chin on his chest.

“You don’t have to, that was just sex talk. Right?” he said, still a little confused.

“James, can I tell you something?” finally looking into his eyes. “Being with you has brought out something in me, something that I didn’t know existed. Do you remember the first time we were alone in this room?"

He nodded to my question.

“When you were face-fucking my mouth, I thought I was going be appalled by it. Being treated like a sex toy, but the weird thing was I didn’t. I enjoyed it, and that right there confused me. For the last couple of weeks, I have been reading into it, from research and stories that had similarities. What I found out was that I might have a submissive personality," I told him, hoping he could understand.

He just laid there, and nodded to my response.

“I wasn’t too sure about it, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense. I have always been the one in charge either in life or in sex, but some part of me always felt unfulfilled, like something was missing. Then you came along, and what you did to me, somehow made me feel complete. Don’t get me wrong, I still get the thrill of being in charge, but I guess I just needed someone who would be more dominant with me. I wanted to be entirely sure about it, but everything was confirmed back on that night in the media room. I never felt more alive than when you had your way with me, and when I called you Master for the first time, it felt right. And when you said I wasn’t your Master until you conquered my ass, I was determined to have you take it. I know you thought it was pillow talk, but to me, I was dead serious. So after that night, I spent most of my free time reading master-slave stories, and training my ass to handle your big cock," I told him, while slowly rubbing his abs—I was afraid that if I rubbed his cock, then it would get hard again, and I didn’t think my body could take another round.

“But, Ava, we only just met. Isn’t one of the prerequisites of having a Master is to trust them with everything, I’ve only known you for less than a month. How can you trust me so easily?” he asked, while he slowly rubbed my sides.

“I think the reason I can trust you is that I know you are a good person,” I told him. He was about to say something, but I placed my finger on his lips to silence him. “I know you think that this is too soon to form a trust, but I do believe that I am a good judge of character. Being orphaned at such a young age, caused me to rely only on myself, and in doing so, I needed to know if someone was helping me for me, or for their gain. I've gotten pretty good at it over the years. I know this is still too young, but everything you did tonight helped show me that I can trust you.”

“How so?” he asked.

“When you were first taking my ass, you took your time, making sure the whole experience didn’t hurt. You could have just easily shoved your whole cock into my ass if you wanted to, but you didn’t. You took your time and listened to me, and my body. Once you knew I was okay, that was when you went to town on me. That amount of self-control and tenderness, coupled with the fact of your furious sexual appetite, tells me that I can trust you with just about anything. So please, James, let me be your slave. I know if you reject me right now, I would no longer be complete, so please, Master, let me be yours," I said, almost pleading with him.

He took his time to collect his thoughts, and for a brief moment, I thought he might have sent me away. Then, he spoke up, “You do realize, that this cannot last. In two months, we will arrive at our destination and I will be gone, and you would not see me again.”

“I know, and to be honest that does scare me a little, but still, if we only have two months of this, then I will spend every single moment making them the most memorable months of your life; so please, James, be my Master. I will do anything you say," I answered, pleading with him.

James lay there still trying to decide what to do, until he finally told me his answer. “Okay, my Little Nymph, I will agree to be your Master, but only on certain conditions."

I nodded my excitement and asked him what they were.

“One is that I want total and complete honesty from you. If you cannot trust me with the truth, then what is the point to all of this,” he stated his first rule.

I told him I agreed to it and with that, he continued to the next condition.

“Second, is that while I will sleep with you whenever I want, I will be pursuing other sexual interests with the rest of the crew. Are you going to be okay with that, and show no jealousy towards them?”

“Yes, Master, I am okay with you sleeping with the other girls. It would be wrong of me to deny them the feeling that I feel right now. I would even join, if that's what you want," I told him, while rubbing my sore pussy on his thighs showing him that I was all for it.

“Okay, good. Thirdly, I want you to do as I tell you. If I am going to be your Master, then as a slave, you must do as you are told. Whether it involves you doing something naughty right in front of the crew, and so on. I won’t make you do something that is completely out of your comfort zone, but you need to trust me when I tell you to do something; it would be in your best interest. Do you understand?” he asked me.

I thought this over, and I had to admit, I was a little hesitant, but he was right. By calling him Master, then I am his slave, and what he says was the law. Somehow, I did trust him with my well-being, and in doing so, I needed to show him that he, too, can trust me.

So with one final breath, I said, “I agree with your conditions. If you tell me to do something, I will do it. If you tell me to kiss someone right there and then, I will walk up to them and French kiss the shit out of them. If you told me to flash my pussy in the middle of the hallway, then I would stop in the middle of that hallway and pull down my pants, and say, ‘Is it to your liking, Master?’ then I would beg you to fuck my pussy or my ass.” I told him with all the determination I had.

“That is good to hear my Little Nymph. As for right now, those are all the conditions. I might add or edit a few of them as time goes by, but since you agree to them, I must ask you something, and be honest with your answer. How much did you hear?” he asked me to my face.

I had no idea what he meant so I asked for clarification. “I don’t understand, Master. What do you mean?”

“How much have you heard from me and the captain, back in the hallway tonight," he clarified

My heart rate skyrocketed. How could he know that I was there when he was with the captain? I was pretty sure I was quiet the whole time. Trying to decide what to do and say, but then I remembered that he wanted my complete and total honesty, so I finally spoke up.

“I wasn’t there for that long. I did hear that the cake was for your birthday, and about your mother and everything you did together, and how she died. And that you missed her dearly," I said, trying not to tear up. “Can I ask you something, how did you know I was there?” I asked him.

“Because you were here waiting for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“You were here in my room, dressed for a special occasion, and since you were still up even this late at night, you knew I would be late. All of those facts told me that you found me earlier in the night for whatever reason, and found out that today was my birthday, hence the sexy getup you have on. You properly and quickly went back to your room and got yourself ready for tonight and then you waited for me on this very bed. Am I wrong?” he finished saying.

“No. You’re right. I came here looking for you. I couldn’t sleep because I was dying to know how my cake tastes and figured it was late at night, and everyone was asleep. I would sneak over and find out. When you were not there, Kora directed me to where you were, and that was there I found you and the captain. I heard everything about your birthday, the stasis sleep, and, of course, your mother. I am so sorry for your loss. I know we talked about her earlier, but I had no idea she passed away," I told him, full of sympathy.

“It is okay, like I said to the captain, I had plenty of time to come to terms with it,” he told me, with a sad tone.

“Still though, to go through that, to have her there one moment, and the next she's gone, that must have been heartbreaking," I told him, with a bit of a whimper. “I can’t imagine going through something like that.”

“It's okay, my Little Nymph,” he told me, in a soothing voice, slowly rubbing my back with his hand. It felt nice to be comforted like this. “It is getting late, we better head off to bed,” he said to me.

“Can I stay with you tonight, Master? I want to be beside you when I sleep,” asked him while snuggling closer to him, showing him that I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Are you sure? You will have to get up early so no one sees you leaving,” he said.

“Don’t worry about me getting up early. I already do so, so I can start making breakfast for everyone.”

“Okay, what time do you get up?” he asked me.

“I get up at eight. Everyone else gets up at nine, so they could get ready for their shift,” I explained to him.

He nodded, then said, “Kora, could you wake up Ava here at 8:00am, and help her get to her room without anyone noticing.”

The little fairy appeared and floated right on top of us, “Of course, Master. I will be happy to help my sister-slave with whatever she needs," she said to him, all the while she was looking right at me.

I forgot that Kora was always around, then the realization that she saw everything that happened to me. The other thing I noticed was that she called James, Master and that she called me her sister-slave. That brought a little smile to my face. I had a sister-slave, even though she was only an A.I., it still sent a smile to my face. James pulled a cover over us, and before I went to sleep I had to ask him something.

“James, what will happen next, what about the rest of the crew?”

“Don’t worry too much about them. Let's just say I get along with them just fine. If you don’t believe me, ask Kora and she could show you herself," he said.

“Show me?” I asked him, trying to figure out what he meant.

Kora decided to swoop down and lay down on James' chest. Even for a hologram, it sure looked like Kora was enjoying sleeping on his chest. “I can remember events that happened to James, and some of them are pretty steamy. Your friend, Grace, knows about it,” she said to me.

”Gracey!?” I said out loud, a little worried that they might have done something to her.

Sensing my discomfort Kora spoke up. “Your friend isn’t who she seems,” she told me.

“Enough about that, let us get some sleep, and we can do this tomorrow,” James said, a little annoyed that he wasn't asleep yet.

Deciding to follow his instruction, I tabled the discussion and slipped right next to him. I listened to his slow heart rate, the rise, and fall of his chest, and that peaceful look on his face. I felt his warmth, flooding my body, sending it into a state of relaxation. Looking around, the peaceful James, the sleeping holo-fairy; everything was where it was supposed to be. I knew I could not be in James' bed forever, and there would be times when I would have to forgo it for someone else, but I would make sure that when I could, I would line his bed with my warm body. With that last thought, the sweet gentle caress of oblivion swept my mind, and I slowly went to sleep, alongside my new, and only Master.

Chapter 16

James

I woke up to the feeling of something warm and wet. For a brief moment, I thought I wet myself in bed. As the cobwebs were being shaken away, I realized that I didn’t pee myself, but that I had someone's mouth wrapped around my cock. Looking down, I saw in the low, artificial light, the slow head bobbing of a certain redhead. Ava decided to spend the night, after her late, impromptu visit. It was a great night; I would never have thought that the one time I celebrate my birthday, I would get a kiss from the extremely beautiful Captain Elizabeth Lane, or that Ava would give herself to me.

Sensing my waking up, Ava moved her head until our eyes met; still having her lips wrapped around my cock. She sent a smile to me, or what she could, with my cock still stuffed in her mouth.

“Good morning, Master. I hope you had a good night's sleep. I know I did,” she said to me, while still stroking my cock. “I saw that this little guy was standing at attention, and I figured that I should get my morning protein,” telling me before she went down and gobbled up my cock.

I was not going to argue with her. To be woken up like this, was possibly the best way to do it. She never lost eye contact with me the entire time. Her emerald-green eyes were showing me the pure content of being in this position, like she was meant to be there. She started slowly, making sure every single inch of my cock was thoroughly covered with her saliva. Ava was able to take most of my cock, but she was still not able to deepthroat it. It felt sublime, and if she kept this up, then I would unload my first load of the day down her waiting throat. Sensing my impending eruption, she sped up her sucking, and before I knew it, I started flooding her mouth with my warm, sticky cum. Her body began to shake, as she orgasmed from swallowing my cum. She managed to swallow most of it, unlike the first time, as only a small amount of it managed to escape her sweet lips. Sensing this, she ran her finger alongside it and collected the remaining morsel of cum.

“We can’t let this go to waste. Your seed is the most precious thing in the galaxy, and it deserves to be savored,” she said, as she slid her finger into her mouth. A small moan left her lips, and if I was not mistaken she shivered just a little bit. “Your cum tastes so sweet, Master. I would just drink it down every single day if I could,” telling me with a sense of glee in her voice.

After that, she began to rise out of the bed, with the only thing on was her camisole that was bunched around her waist. I was about to get up and help her to the door, but she stopped me with her hand.

“No, no, Master. You need your rest; you have a long day ahead of you. Besides you still have to tell me about my dear friend, Grace, but for now, rest," she told me, in a soothing tone.

She left my room with an unusual gait, figuring she would be walking funny after the ass fucking I gave her. I just hope that the rest of the crew wouldn't notice. With that last bit of thought, I drifted back to a night of dreamless sleep, waiting to see what the day would bring.

I woke up a few minutes before breakfast time. I cursed at myself, knowing that I wouldn’t have too much time to shower and get ready. So with a bit of a rush, I jumped out of bed and ran out the door. I made my way to the ship's bathroom knowing that I was running late. Just before I could enter the room, the door slid open and a figure came out and bumped right into me. The figure fell to the floor, and after getting past the initial surprise, I realized that the person that bumped into me, was the same person who bumped into me the first time—Grace. It just seemed every time I ran into her, she was destined to ram herself into me. Only this time, she was wearing far fewer clothes than she did the last time. She had to have had just come out of the shower, because her hair was matted and wet, and she had a towel wrapped around her neck. Realizing that she only had a shirt on, I finally got a chance to see what she was hiding underneath her baggy sweater. What she had, were possibly two of the biggest breasts that I had ever seen, even rivaling Aletta’s massive tits. Realizing I was staring too long, I finally spoke up to her and helped her up.

“Sorry, Grace, I didn’t see you coming. Here let me help you up,” I said, while raising my hand towards her.

She took it and with its help, she began to rise to her feet. I still couldn’t believe she was so well endowed, I mean why would she hide her tits underneath such baggy clothing. Seeing that I was staring, she began to realize what I was staring at. She let out a little ‘yep’ and began covering her tits with her hands, and turned away from me.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just that I didn’t know you were carrying around something so... large,” I said.

She looked at me with red cheeks, almost like she was about to cry.

Seeing this, I tried to diffuse the situation as best as I could. “I am sorry, Grace, it will never happen again, so please forgive me,” I said, while trying to give her a little bow, trying to show how sorry I was.

She finally seemed to calm down, even for a little bit. I decided to not make this situation any more awkward than it already was. So I started to walk around her and head to the restroom door. Then just before I entered, Grace finally decided to speak up.

“Wait,” she said.

I stopped in my tracks, waiting to see if she decided to tell me off, but she told me something else.

“Could we meet up later today? I want to discuss some things about Kora.”

Realizing that I wasn’t in trouble, I agreed to her request and told her I could be at her workstation after my training session with Sasha. She agreed to it and quicker than the wind, she turned around and ran to her room. While inside the restroom, I contemplated everything that had transpired with Grace. Trying to figure out what she wanted to do with my companion, and also why she was hiding such a gift from the world. I remembered something about Grace having problems growing up, from Ava, but she never explained anything that transpired. I decided that I would ask her when we met later. I brushed my teeth, and gave myself a little shower from the sink. After that, I headed towards the mess hall ready to fuel up for the day that was ahead.

Grace

I waited patiently for James to arrive at my workshop. I still couldn’t believe that I ran into him again, just like the first time. I didn’t understand why he was there. Usually per the scheduled shower times, James got the shower at 9:00am, the first one of the day. Only the officers of the crew got their private showers in their quarters like the captain, and the doctor; while the rest of us, take communal showers. Luckily, since we were a skeleton crew, we came to an agreement where we all could take a shower one at a time, so we could get some privacy. That was something I was grateful for. I still was not comfortable allowing people to see my body. I always kept it covered with loose-fitting clothes and baggy sweaters. It was the only time someone besides Ava had seen me in such a state of undress. I could still feel his eyes on me, or more importantly my chest. Thinking about it was making me blush. When he stared at me, I didn’t feel repulsed or ashamed, unlike when other people looked. I didn't know why though. Maybe the fact he was a man, or maybe because I saw what he did to the other members of the crew, and I wanted him to look at me, as does with everyone else.

Still stuck in thought, I hadn’t heard the door open and close, or the fact James had walked into the workshop. My workshop was smaller than Emma’s, but it had what I needed. I had a high-processing computer, with multiple monitors setup that had ship systems diagnostics running at all times. This was my little slice of heaven, and right now, it was being occupied by a new presence.

“Hello, Grace, what do you want to talk about?” As he said that, the all-too-familiar Kora materialized right between us.

“Yes, Gracey, what is it you want to do to me?” the fairy asked, in the cute tone she always does for me.

Realizing that it was my turn to speak up, I finally told them why I wanted them here.

“Well, ever since you allowed me to look into Kora’s construct, I was in awe of its complexity, and elegance. But as I looked into her, I finally came to a roadblock where I needed someone to help me understand it. As seeing you were the one who altered her code, I figure maybe it's time we work together," I said, finishing my explanation with a sheepish tone.

He said he would be happy to help out. He said he just wanted to help improve Kora’s functionality and maybe expand some of her capability.

We spent the next hour or so, just talking back and forth about Kora’s code. It was truly a pleasant experience talking to someone about something I was passionate about. I found out that when they left Kora in his head, he didn’t have access to her. What he did was find a backdoor access code that took him a year to find. I was surprised he heard of backdoors in computer programs. They are general practice for coders to leave a way in, so they could get access by bypassing all of the encryption.

“How do you know all of this?” I asked him.

He scratched his head, and said, “Well, I do have a great memory, but most of my computer skills came from my grandmother.”

“Grandmother?” I asked.

“Yeah… While my mother was a historian, my grandmother was a programmer. She taught me some of the fundamentals when I went to visit her. She would always say that machines are just simple to read and understand, unlike humans. I guess that's why she would prefer her computers over people.”

“What was her name? What was she like? Was she any good at it?” I peppered him with questions.

“Her name was Peggy, she was a bit of an eccentric person. As for programming, I didn’t know. I was quite young, but I assume she was great at it. She specialized in A.I. constructs, just like you," he said, while looking at me with a smile.

“Is that how you learned how to alter Kora?” I asked him, as I realized how he knew so much.

“Yeah, she always told me to make an A.I. It was like teaching a full-grown child how to do everything, you just have to get creative.” He then looked at Kora, "Sometimes to make something as illogical and complex as humans, then you need something even more illogical to make it work.”

Listening to him made sense about how to make an A.I. more human. Somehow, James found the illogical code that seemed to make it work. That was why Kora’s programming was so complicated; yet, it still all worked. Even though he couldn’t do that all by himself, a light bulb went off in my head.

“James, who is Kora’s coder? Her original coder? Who helped build her primary construct?” I asked, while scooting next to him trying to access my terminal with Kora’s code.

All programmers tend to leave a marker, or signature to show who created it. Usually, it was a single script, an executable file, or something unique that shouldn't be there. It took some doing, but I managed to find it. It was a string of code formatted to form only three letters in the negative space. They were the letters J.M.A. To anyone else, they would just be letters, but to someone like me, they meant a whole lot more. J.M.A were the initials for one Jennifer M. Anderson, or her other title, The Mother of A.I., and Kora was one of her original programs. Over 200 years ago, she revolutionized how A.I. constructs were made; making them more high functioning, and intuitive than any previous system known to mankind. Her breakthroughs were so groundbreaking, that they were still being used. Even LETA had some of her core constructs, but the only difference was that LETA did not have her signature. To have the J.M.A. format within your code meant that it was her original handiwork, and Kora was one of them. I remembered James had said, when Kora was installed, the GFC had access to cutting-edge and experimental technology. To think James had something that was created by someone I looked up to, who I aspired to be.

After explaining everything to James, he seemed surprised by it all, but he didn’t pay too much mind to it. To him, it didn’t matter, because she was Kora, and she was his and his alone, and to an extent, he was right. Even though JeMA created her, James refined her code and made her who she was today.

We spent more time going over Kora. Since learning of her origin, I dove in with renewed vigor. If I could glean something from the master herself, then maybe, I could create something even as breathtaking as Kora. We made some minor changes here and there. James said he wanted to find a way to download Kora directly from his brain using a wireless transmitter that was already inside him. It sounded like a daunting task, but since James was giving me unfettered access to Kora, I would do anything in return.

“You know, you look cute when you look like that,” James said, breaking me from my deep dive.

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

“You just look all cute when you are trying to solve a problem. The way your eyes crinkle, the slight smirk of your lips, even from time to time your tongue sticks slightly out when you are typing.”

I started to blush a little, trying to look away from him, but he spoke up once again.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“What is it?” trying to get past my embarrassing state.

“Why do you wear such baggy clothes, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Upon hearing that, my body tensed up. ‘Why did he want to know? What's in it for him? Will he make fun of me, like all the others?’ were just some of the thoughts running through my mind as I try to come up with an answer.

Seeing me in such distress, he spoke up trying to alleviate the situation, “It’s okay if you do not want to talk about it, then you don’t have to talk about it. I was just wondering, since you have a fantastic figure, why you don’t want to show it.”

I could not decide what to do, I couldn’t tell him about my past, but if I didn’t, he might keep Kora away from me. I had no idea what to do until James came up and grabbed my hand.

“It is okay if you don’t want to, Grace. If it's too painful, then I won’t force you to say it," he said, with such a kind-hearted tone.

And when I felt his hand, I felt the warmth and strength behind it. Realize that eventually, I would have to talk to someone about it, and given Ava seemed to trust James, maybe I could trust him as well. So after taking a long breath I spoke up.

“No, it is all right. I need to tell someone about it, and I figured if you knew, then maybe you can understand… When I start, please let me finish without any interruptions.”

He nodded his head, and took a seat right in front of me.

Mustering all the courage I had, I told him everything.

“Growing up was never easy for me. I am from a small industrial colony called, Molstown, on a planet called, Leith. We were mostly an isolated colony within the Federation. Where we contributed to the mining of raw ore for the manufacturing of spaceships. We were a simple people, but due to their isolation, they were not kind to outsiders. My mother was reassigned to work as the new facility manager, so we moved there when I was a small child. She was a fair manager, but she, too, had to answer to the higher-ups, at the Calisto Shipyards, who owned the mine. So whenever they raised the daily quotas for mining ore, they would blame her, and by affiliation blame me, as well. It also didn’t help that we look so different from everyone else.

“People on the planet had more of Arabic heritage, while my mother and I were of Asian descent. Every day, the kids from my primary school would bully me for having white skin, for being frail, and a whole slew of other things. They would call me ugly and for a time, I believed them. Then after puberty, I started to develop in more ways than one," I said, gesturing towards my chest.

“Then the insults became a lot more apparent, saying that no one would love me, no one would love a hideous monster. There, I started hiding my body, figuring if they can't see it then they won’t comment on it. I knew that they were only venting their anger at us because the Calisto Shipyards always increased quotas, and instilled harsh penalties—but it still hurts. I grew up alone, so I turned to computers, and later on to A.I. You can create anything, and choose how it would be. It was the ultimate form of freedom to me.

“So when it came time to graduate, due to my mother’s connections, I left that colony and went to one of the best universities for A.I. development, where I graduated at the top of my class. From there, I joined RTC. It turned out to be the best decision of my life because that's where I met my best friend, and self-proclaimed sister, Ava. She was so kind and sweet, and through sheer determination, broke through my shell. It took some time, but I finally opened up to her. Even with her help, those old scars were still there, and I am afraid if someone sees them, those old voices would come back, and I just don’t know what I will do," I said, finally finishing my tale.

I was an emotional wreck after that. All of those old memories just kept flooding back, and now I was worried about what James would say. He kept his promise that he would not speak during my story, but now I dreaded what he would say next.

Then he got up from his seat.

Fearing that he would leave me in my wallow, what he did surprise me. He stretched out his arms and wrapped me up in a big hug.

“It's okay, Grace, it will all be okay,” he said to me, in a whisper.

I felt the warmth of his embrace, and in doing so I let it all out. All the pain and suffering that I had gone through, I just let it all out. I didn’t know why I did it, or why it had to be James of all people, but at that moment I just didn’t care. Something about his warmth and the strength of his embrace, made me believe that no matter how weak I was, that nothing in the universe could harm me, that I was safe within it.

He slowly rubbed my back, telling me that it would be okay, then he took a step back and looked me in the eyes. This was the first time I ever saw them. They were dark brown, but they held tremendous depth to them.

“Grace, do you know what I thought when I first laid eyes on you. It was flawless. You were flawless. From your porcelain white skin, to your long silky black hair, to your beautiful violet eyes; even your breasts are something to behold," he said, while slyly gesturing towards my chest.

That comment left a little blush on my cheeks.

“You are a beauty incarnate, and I am sorry you had to go through something like that. But you know you don't have to worry about mean people like that, and do you know why... It is because you have Ava, and she loves you more than anything else in the galaxy. So whenever you ever feel down about your looks or anything, think about Ava, think about the people that you could trust, or think about my words. You are beautiful and that is the truth," he said, while he wiped the tears from my eyes.

His words were kind and gentle, but they gave a lot of honest weight behind them. I knew that the people were only trying to hurt me, because of my mother’s position, and it wasn’t meant for me. Still, hearing his words, and thinking of Ava’s own words, I knew that in my home world, the people had no sway over me.

“Thank you, James, I needed to hear that, and you are right, I have Ava, and I should probably listen to her more often, as well,” I said to him, flashing him a warm smile.

After that tender moment, James and I decided to wrap up our work on Kora and agreed that we should be doing this more often. Before he decided to leave, I decided to take some advice from Ava and maybe should show off my body a little more.

“Ah, James, could you wait?” I asked him. “Do you think my breasts are something to behold?” I raised my sweater ever so slowly. My hands were trembling because James would be the first person besides Ava to see me. It took a lot longer than it should have, but I managed to pull my sweater over my large breasts. It felt like an eternity—for him to give me his response, when he finally broke the silence.

“Grace, your breasts are beautiful, to be gifted with such bountiful beauties is truly a blessing. If you don't mind me asking, but what size are they?” he asked, almost sheepishly.

Hearing him say that, sent my already-red cheeks to full crimson, my only haven was that he couldn't see me with the sweater in the way.

“Ah I don't know, the last time I checked that I was about 32F, maybe even a double F cup,” I told him, still hiding my red face.

“Wow, I don’t know how you can carry such beautiful massive breasts around, but they do look good on you," he finally said to me.

After I finally calmed down a bit, I lowered my sweater back in place. It wasn’t too bad showing James my breasts and hearing his praise helped boost some of my spirits.

He was about to leave my workshop until he gave me one final gift. “Grace, whenever you feel lonely or down, please don’t hesitate to call for Kora. She is good at what she does. She helped me through the toughest of times, she is after all my companion," as he said that, the little fairy started to float down right in front of me.

“That's right, sweetie. If you need help, then please call me and I will be there day or night," the little fairy said, and I thanked her for my offer.

I escorted James to the door, and before he left, I decided to plant a small kiss on his cheek; thanking him for being a shoulder to cry on and for listening to me, and more importantly allowing me to have Kora for a little while. Feeling better than I had in a long time, I decided to head down tothe kitchen and give my friend, Ava, the biggest hug I can muster for never giving up on me, and for always being a great friend.

Chapter 17

Aletta

“Trying to get to know the crew was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I guess keeping everyone at arm's length really had diminished my social skills, but after some trial and error, I was starting to make some headway. I found out that Ava and Grace met at the RTC training facility at the same time, and even shared the same dorm room. I learned that Grace was only here on this ship because she didn’t want to be away from Ava, something about not liking meeting new people. I can see now, that those two have a solid friendship, just like the Captain and the XO. They were childhood friends that did everything together and even joined RTC at the same time. The only one that I couldn’t get to know was Emma, but that was mainly due to the little hostility we had with one another, but she has been less antagonistic towards me ever since I started all of this," I said, finishing telling James everything that happened since the last time we met.

Upon our agreement, I would try to get to know the crew better, and in return, he would answer any question I had for him. This was the first time we met outside of the scheduled time of exam checkups. Still, though, him sitting within the same room where we did all of those inappropriate things, sent a small tingling sensation down to my pussy. I needed to focus on the task at hand; learning what made James special.

“That's good to hear, Aletta. Well, since you kept the end of your bargain, what would you like to know about me?” James asked.

Trying to think it through, I came up with my first question, “Do you ever see female patients, either before or after the insemination process?”

He thought it over and then he said, “No they tend to keep them and us separated as much as possible, why do you ask?”

“Well if I ever get into the GFC, my main field I want to get into is female reproduction; basically, I want to be involved with female chances to get pregnant,” I told him.

“Well if you do want to go in that direction, then I don’t see how I would be any help. As I said, they keep us separated. Something about not getting attached or commingling. All we do is lay on the exam table and then we inseminate the woman," he explained.

“You do not know anything about the women's side of things?” I asked him.

But all he did was shake his head. “Tell me, doctor, what are the qualifications to be a female recipient, I always wanted to know?” James asked.

“James, like I said when we are alone, please call me Aletta. As for female recipients, their process is a lot more stringent, since there are plenty of women going around. First things first, women have a much shorter window for fertility. Unlike men, who can impregnate women even into their older years, women, have a narrow window. Our fertile years are at their peak at twenty years of age, all the way to thirty-five. After that, impregnation is possible, but carrying the baby to full term can be quite difficult. That's why I want to get into GFC to see if there is a way to stretch that number so that women who are over the thirty-five-year mark can have a chance," I explained to him.

“Okay, I get it, but why?” He asked me to explain further.

“Well, since we have a finite number of male genetic material, it is up to the GFC genetics department to figure out which pairing could give off the best offspring to turn the tide for our birthing rate ratio, but also to produce the best possible human life form. As you mentioned that you have a genetic abnormality that allows you to retain perfect information recall. That right there, is a prized mutation that they want to expand upon. Using the quantum computers, and the intergalactic genetic DNA database, they decided who would be the best pair to further that mutation. The only problem is space and time. Since the Federation is so spread out, by the time some women are selected for their genetic partner, they would be either too old or just about to reach that cut-off age. The Federation does not want to waste any precious semen on a possible miscarriage or no pregnancy, so they only choose those women who are in their twenties. They will have the most likely chance to conceive and carry the baby to full term," I told him, almost out of breath.

“I never realized that, Doctor… ah, I mean Aletta, so I am guessing you might be selected soon. I mean you are 26, maybe 28 years old, attractive, and very smart. I am sure you will be up next for insemination pretty soon," James said to me, and my smile faltered just a little bit.

Blushing at his praise, though I corrected him on a few things. “Ah, well, I am not 26; I am just about to turn 31, and as for the selection, I have not been selected yet. Usually, when you are, they would inform you about a year or two in advance so that you can make preparations for having a child," I told him, with a little sadness in my eyes.

“That’s surprising on two fronts. You don’t look 30, but then again, I don’t have much experience with women, and as for the others I can’t believe it, you should already be a mother, you would be great at it,” he said, smiling at his comment.

“Yeah, I appreciate that, but I don’t know If I would be selected anyway. I don’t have any genetic deficiency, but I don’t have anything spectacular either, but you never know, I still have a year or two before being scratched out. But that's the point of it, what about those women who do have those genetic traits that are desirable, but are just too late to be selected. If I can find a way to somehow increase a woman's fertile years, then all those women who can’t have children because they are too old, can now finally have a chance," I told him, with determination.

“Well, if anyone can figure it out, then it would be you,” James said, with a genuine smile.

I still felt like he was holding something back, but I still had plenty of time to delve into it. We spent a good hour going back and forth, and the experience was pleasant. Unfortunately, it all had to come to an end, but James still invited me to come by later for a movie night with some of the crew. I was about to decline, but somehow he managed to convince me otherwise.

It was strange though, this wasn’t the first time we spent time together alone, but this was the first time I had not seen him naked or held his cock. I must admit that I kind of missed it; the way it felt, the smell of it, the gooey delicious cum sliding down my throat. My nipples were rock hard at this point, and since I hadn’t reconstructed a new bra yet, my nipples were showing through my blouse. I gave one of them a firm squeeze with my fingers, and a small moan left my lips.

Ever since James had come into my life, I felt like a new woman just discovering the pleasures of one's own body. Standing there, I could still imagine James’ hand on my tits, rubbing them, pinching them, sending me waves of pure pleasure. I should have probably made him stay and convinced him that I needed another sample from him; just so that I could put his big, meaty cock back between my lips, sucking on it for all it’s worth, to have had his precious seed within me. Shaking that last previous thought from my mind; it was probably for the best that nothing happened. I still had to be professional around him, maybe this was the step in the right direction. Still, the thought of his cock set my pussy aflame.

James

Heading towards the kitchen that was connected to the mess hall, I thought back on my day. Had a good time in training, Sasha pushed me hard in weight lifting and in return, her obedient sex sessions were coming along. I couldn't believe Sasha had a bit of a masochist side to her, but every time I would discipline her, she would moan from the contact. I did have to be careful though, even if she could handle the pain. That didn’t mean I could lose myself and cause severe pain. A little pain could go a long way when it came to pleasing, at least that's what it said in some of my BDSM books I kept hidden in a special lockbox file program. Still, I am a little sad though, in two days it would be the end of our one-week bet. I wondered what we would do afterward, but until then, I would just play it by ear and see what she wanted to do.

Then there was Emma, I hadn’t been spending a lot of time with her, but when I did, she had been a lot more flirtatious with me. When we were alone—together, she was always making some kind of innuendo or slyly grabbing my cock. It was fun to see her like that, but she always seemed to be playing things at her own pace, which was fine with me.

Of course, there was my time with the good doctor, Aletta. It was interesting to discuss her ambitions, about her helping older women have a chance to conceive children of their own. To me, it seemed more than just some passion project, like she might have had something else at stake. Maybe I could help, but it all depends on her.

And of course, there was the introspective, shy Grace. Running into her that morning was almost comical. Like it came out of an anime show where the female lead would accidentally run into the male character, and in the process, she would flash her panties at him. Only this time, instead of cute panties, they were her mouth-watering boobies. I remembered feeling them when she bumped into me the first time, but I had no idea she would be smuggling big, ripe honeydew melons underneath those sweaters she wears. They were almost the same size as Aletta’s, maybe just a little smaller. Then I found out why she hid them, because of all the body-shaming she went through as she grew up. Hopefully, with our little talk and Kora’s help, she might be able to put all of that behind her.

I was just about to enter the kitchen, when Ava stepped right out and pulled me right in. I was expecting something like a kiss or something sexy, not the scowl she had on her face.

“What did you do?” she asked, with an angry tone.

“What do you mean?” I asked her, confused by it all.

“I am asking what you do to Grace? She came in this morning and gave me a big hug out of nowhere. When I asked her what it was for, she just blushed bright red and said that you bumped into her today," she told me, while getting into my face, demanding an answer.

I explained to her everything that happened between me and Grace. The restroom incident, our talks about Kora, and of course, her telling me about her past. How I comforted her, and last, but not least, she flashed her shirt-covered tits. When I told her all of that, Ava’s eyes grew as wide as saucers, and then out of nowhere she squealed in delight and jumped on me planting the biggest kiss I had ever received from her.

“Oh, Master, I knew you were a good person, I just knew it. You don’t know how long I tried to get Grace to open up about her past and to get past her body-image issues. I tried, but I didn’t want to push her," Ava said, after breaking her very heated kiss. “I don’t know what you did or said to her, but it seemed to help even for a little bit,” she said, then a mischievous smirk broke across her face.

“So, Master, what do you think of her tits, aren't they fantastic?”

“Well ya, they looked good, but I only got to see them while she was wearing her shirt,” I told her, while slowly putting her back down onto the ground.

“Well I have seen them in the flesh, and let me tell you they are scrumptious. Maybe if I could butter her up, she might let you see them yourself," she told me in a mischievous tone, but then her expression turned serious. “But if you do anything to hurt her, I will not hesitate to hurt you, even if you are my Master," she stated, with all the seriousness she had within her.

“Don’t worry, my Little Nymph, I wouldn’t dare hurt that little thing,” I told her, and she accepted my answer.

After that, I explained to Ava why I was there, and that I just wanted something to do. Since I had never really been in a kitchen before, it was an interesting experience. Throughout the whole time, I filled in Ava about everything I did since I came out of my stasis pod. I promised her I would tell her everything, and saw that if I had her as an ally, then maybe she could help me with the rest of the crew. I told her about Aletta and the doctor visits, Sasha’s training session, Emma blowing me in her workshop, the kiss from the captain, everything about Kora and what she can do about my memories, but most importantly informing her about her good friend, Grace, and some of her perversions.

“Master! Grace has already seen us having sex?” she asked, a little mortified. That her best friend knew about her secret toy stash since she had told Kora about it a while had back; or the fact that since Kora can regenerate my past event on the hologram, under my permission, Kora had shown Grace everything that I ever did to Ava and the rest of the crew.

“I don’t believe it. Not my Gracey,” Ava said, still stunned by the whole thing.

“Your friend has some of her own secrets that you just don’t know about," I explained to her. Looking at Ava she seemed embarrassed by the whole thing, but looking at her closely, she seemed to be aroused; with blushing cheeks, panting breath, and a glazed look in her eyes.

“Master, hearing everything that you did to the crew, and about Gracey has gotten me pretty horny. Please, Master, make me cum, use me however you like," she said in a pleading voice, rubbing her pussy through her jumpsuit.

Taking that as her permission, I brought her around and stripped her down to her panties and T-shirt. Bending her over a table, I knelt and took a deep whiff of her drenched snatch. It still had that sweet smell to it, and without any further delay, I slid her panties to the side and dove right in. I made sure that I licked every nook and cranny of her delicious pussy. She was mewling and groaning the whole time, just enjoying every second of it. She was getting close to coming, her legs were shaking and her breaths were getting shorter and shorter. Then, just before she reached her peak, I took my thumb and caught some of her juices, and making a coordinated attack I latched onto her clit, and jabbed my thumb into her pink, wrinkled starfish.

“OH MASTER, PLEASE DON’T STOP, I'M CUMMIN, I'M CUMMMMMING!” she yelled out, just before she grabbed a towel and shoved it into her mouth, to help muffle the screams. She was shaking all over, and a flood of her juice came right into my mouth. After she recovered a little, I had her get back down to her knees. Looking down at her, I began to lower my pants, to release the Kraken. Grabbing her by the sides of her head I looked down on her.

“Now, since you got your release, it’s my time I get mine,” I told her with a sinister grin.

Taking the hint, all she did was open her mouth real wide. From there, I shoved my cock down her throat, as far as I could. I face fucked her, for all she was worth, relishing the control I had over her. Looking down on her to see if she was okay with this, all I saw was a woman full of content. Her eyes were glazed over, a hand was between her legs, and a steady stream of drool was running down her face. She was a total mess but was loving every moment of it. On the verge of cumming, I started giving it to her, and with one final thrust, I jammed my cock down her throat and unloaded a torrent of cum. I felt her shiver once my cum entered her mouth, realizing she had just come again; all that did was make my orgasm last longer. By the time I was done, I was weak in the knees. Taking a step back, I took stock of Ava. She was a total mess, hair was askew, drool was running down her chin, and some of my cum was clinging to her neck. Even though she looked terrible, the look on her face was pure bliss. She was getting better at drinking my loads, now only small dribbles seemed to escape her lips now.

“Thank you, Master. Thank you for making me cum, and for using me for your gratification,” she said in a blissful tone.

I thanked her, as well, and with that, we straightened ourselves out and finished preparing dinner. It was an easy affair, and before I left to get changed for dinner, I told her to meet me in the media room later that night, and to do anything I said, no matter what. She had a confused look on her face and did ask why. All I told her was that if she did what she was told, then she would enjoy tonight's festivities.