Franklin Patterson woke slowly, aware of the cool, crisp sheets surrounding his nude body. He lifted his left hand to his forehead as his eyelids fluttered open.
“That was one hell of a party,” he muttered as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He looked around as he stood. The walls were eggshell white, two walls held paintings of bowls of fruit and flowers. In one corner stood a pressed wood wardrobe of the quality one would expect to find in Walmart. He noted the wardrobe, as he continued his visual tour, as an object to be inspected at a later time. But, he had more immediate concerns.
“Where’s the fucking bathroom?” He wondered aloud as he moved to the only door he could find. He opened the door and saw a longer, but not wider, room. Along one wall stood three twin beds similar to the one that he had just vacated. The walls were the same eggshell white and had similar wall decorations. Across from each bed stood the same style of wardrobe. But, what caught his attention, to the point of ignoring everything else, was another door that stood open to display blue and white tiles, sparkling white porcelain and glittering chrome.
He walked the length of the room, totally at ease with his nudity and his eight and half inch cock engorged with blood and piss standing at full attention, his foot falls muffled by the same plush carpet that covered the floor in the smaller room.
He rushed into the bathroom so intent on his objective, that he didn’t realize that he’d shut the door harder than he’d intended. He sighed with relief as he as he relieved himself and flushed the toilet.
After he washed his hands, he opened the door and stepped back into the room with the multiple beds. Three steps into the room he noticed that he wasn’t alone, nor was he the only one awake.
All three beds had the most beautiful women he’d ever seen in his young 22-year-old life. One the bed nearest the bathroom, sitting on the side away from him, was a blonde with shoulder length hair, long arms and legs, a long, flat abdomen, and grapefruit sized breasts. If he were to hazard a guess, he’d say she was about 5 foot 8 or 9 and in her late teens.
In the next bed, also facing away from him, was a woman with brunette hair cut in the page boy style. Like the blonde, she had long arms, legs and abdomen. From his angle of view, he couldn’t tell her breast size, but he did see a flash of nipple past her right arm. And also, like the blonde, she appeared to be about 5 foot 8 or 9 and in her late teens.
On the third bed, sitting on the side facing him, was a woman with long black hair. Unlike the blonde and brunette, Frank knew this one. He was in shock to see her sitting on a bed as nude as everyone else, that he called out to her.
“Tima?” The sound of his own voice shocked him as much as it made the three women jump.
Almost immediately, he had a couple of pissed off women in front of him, calling him a pervert for peeping on them and a sexual deviant for kidnapping them.
He backed up toward the bathroom door out of self defense. Suddenly, Tima broke between the other two and pushed him into the bathroom.
After she closed the door behind her, she faced him and leaned back against it.
“You’ve changed,” she said, reaching out and placing her warm hand on his flat stomach, “no more gut.”
“You haven’t,” he reached out and ran a finger across her left cheek, “you’re still as sexy as ever.”
She sighed and tilted her head into his finger. “You know, it was never my idea to stop seeing you.”
He nodded and and took a step closer. “I know, it was my sister.”
She looked up at him and grinned, lust shining in her eyes like twin bonfires.
“But, she’s not here,” she lightly bit her lower lip, knowing she was driving him crazy, “is she?” She reached up and moved her hair off of her left shoulder, exposing the side of her neck and ear.
With a growl, he began nibbling her ear while his arms went around her waist and pulled her tight against his chest. She reached down between their bodies with her right hand and began stroking his cock. She pushed away from the door and dropped to her knees.
He moaned as she took his left nut into her mouth, then the right one. But it was her sucking them both in that almost made his knees give out on him,
As she began licking the underside of his cock, he noticed that the door opened about six inches and the other two women were watching, each with their hands between their legs. He promptly forgot about their audience as Tima’s mouth engulfed his cock. He felt her breath tickle his pubic hair and her chin smack his balls before she pulled off of him.
“God,” she smiled up at him while she continued to stroke him. “I’d forgotten how big you are.”
“You keep that up and I’ll be useless to you, no matter how big I am.” He pushed her down onto her back and knelt between her lifted and spread legs. He circled her right leg with his left arm and pulled back her pubic bush with his left hand to find her clit, while his right hand pulled apart her pussy lips.
After her clit was exposed, he lowered his head over it and sucked it into his mouth where he nibbled on it and played with it with his tongue.
“Ah, fuck yes.” She moaned. “Eat that pussy.” She wrapped her fingers in his hair as he slowly slid two fingers from his right hand into her sopping wet hole.
She began bucking her hips as her orgasm built in its intensity.
Soon he was slamming his fingers into her as his tongue worked over her clit.
“Oh, fuck, yeah!” She screamed as her juices squirted into his mouth.
While her breathing returned to normal, he sat back on his heels, wiped his chin with his right hand, and then stroked his cock with it.
She rolled over onto the hands and knees and shook her ass at him.
“Mount up, stud.” She said, breathlessly.
He positioned himself between her legs and grabbed her hips. He pumped his cock along her ass crack a few times, then slid it into her pussy.
As he slowly pistoned into her, she looked over her right shoulder at him.
“Spank my ass,” she said, her voice taking on a demure tone. “I’ve been a very naughty girl.”
He reached out with his left hand, twined his fingers through her waist length black hair and pulled back as he thrust forward. And with each forward thrust of his hips he lightly smacked her right ass cheek.
“I’m gonna cum again, baby,” she yelled as he fucked her doggy-style.
“Don’t you dare,” he ordered. “You will wait until I’m ready and we’ll cum together.”
“Well, then, fuck me,” she said, slamming herself back onto his cock. “Fuck me hard.”
He released her hair and stopped smacking her ass as he gripped waist again and pounded into her hard.
“Cum, baby,” he grunted. “I’m gonna fill you up.”
As he felt her juices squirt out and onto his balls, he felt his balls tighten and his cock swell as gallons of sperm shot out of him and deep into her spasming pussy.
With each shot, he pulled her back into him and held her there until, finally, he pulled his, slowly, deflating cock from her cum dripping pussy.
As he took a blue hand towel from the towel rod and began cleaning himself off, a knock sounded from the door.
“Are you two done fucking yet?” He recognized the blonde’s voice.
Tima stood on unsteady legs and pulled the door the rest of the way open.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy our show.” She said as she walked passed.
“I don’t,” the blonde said. “In fact, when he’s recuperated, I’m next.”
Frank followed Tima out of the bathroom. “So, I take it that you’re convinced that I didn’t kidnap you for my own sexual perversions?”
“Not yet,” the brunette said. “Let’s just say we’re willing to keep an open mind.”
“Good,” Frank said, “because I’m just as much in the dark about what’s going on as you.”
“First off,” Tima said sitting on her bed. “I feel introductions are in order,” she looked pointedly at Frank.
“I’m Franklin Patterson, but you can call me ‘Frank’,” he said as he sat next to Tima on her bed, and tried to ignore the naked beauty sitting next to him. “Last thing I remember, I was at a party at my sister’s. And, it must’ve been a hell of a party because, I woke up here.”
Tima put her hand up, “I’m Ultima Arthur, and, like Frank, I was at his sister’s party, then I woke up here.”
The blonde grinned. “Something tells me that you two used to be involved.”
Frank blushed and Tima laughed. “Yeah, Frank and I used to be real good friends with benefits.”
“What happened?”
“I got involved with his sister.”
The brunette grinned, “So, you go both ways?”
“Like a saloon door,” she smiled.
“Glad I’m not the only one,” the brunette said. “By the way, I’m Lillian Griffith, or Lilly if you like, and apparently being at a party is the common theme.”
“I’m Daisy O’Brien,” the blonde said. “And I was at a party, too.”
“Well, since we got the intros out of the way,” Frank grinned at Daisy, “I’m recuperated.” He spread his legs to display his eight and a half inch cock standing at full attention.
“You two go have fun over there,” Tima said, “Lilly and I are going to get better acquainted.” She playfully shoved Frank off her bed and opened her arms in time to embrace Lilly.
As Frank and Daisy came together and he started to stroke her nipples, a male voice with a British accent emitted from hidden speakers.
“Before you commence on another round of fornication,” the voice said, “I’d recommend you pay attention.”
A video screen slid from the ceiling to the right of the bathroom door. After locking into place, the screen lit up and they could see, what appeared to be, a satellite or space station spinning in space.
“This is your new home,” a British accented female voice said. “You’ve been rescued from a planetary disaster that occurred so suddenly, that it was all we could do to rescue the few of you we could.”
“How many?” Frank asked, mostly to himself.
“Voice print of leader, group 19, confirmed and set.” The male voice said.
Frank looked down at Daisy with arched eyebrows. Realizing that he was still playing her nipple, he moved his hand. When she took his hand and put it back, he gave a mental shrug and returned his attention to the monitor.
“How many people did you rescue?” He asked again.
The female voice responded. “A total of 308, broken down into seventy-seven groups of four people each.”
“Let me make sure I understand this correctly.” Frank said, moving away from Daisy. “You ‘rescued’ us, segregated us, and are now keeping us prisoner.”
“You are not prisoners. You are being quarantined until you’ve been acclimated to your new environment.”
Frank took an exaggerated breath. “What’s to acclimate?” He asked. “We’re breathing fine, there’s nothing in the atmosphere to provide physical discomfort, so why are we actually being ‘quarantined’?”
“Because, to rescue you, we had to breach a dimensional barrier and bring you here.”
“Okay,” Frank said, “and?”
“And the indigenous species of this dimension, what we call human, are giants compared to you. You are only three of our inches tall, on average.”
“Yeah, right,” Lilly snorted from behind Frank.
“At this time, we invite the leaders of each group to meet with each other and with a human representative.”
“Fine,” Frank said. “But, I’m not going out there like this.” He spread his arms.
One of the wardrobe doors opened to display a silver jumpsuit with the number 19 stenciled on the left breast.
“Clothes are provided,” the British woman said.
“I was talking about my hard-on.” Frank smiled, “you guys interrupted us at a crucial point.”
“Ah, of course.” There was a pause. “It seems that you are not the only one who has unfinished business to attend to, so we’ll convene in one hour.”
There was an audible click as the monitor slid back into the ceiling. Frank turned back to Daisy with a grin.
“Sorry, Daisy,” he said. “Don’t have the time to do this right, so…” He pushed her back onto the bed and knelt between her legs.
The aroma of her arousal slipped into his nose as easily as his fingers slid into her pussy. His tongue circled her clit and drew it into his mouth as he slid a third finger into her.
She moaned loudly as he began wiggling his fingers in time to thrusting them deeper into her.
She grabbed double handfuls of hair as she ground her pussy into his face. “Oh, yeah, baby,” she moaned. “Right there.”
Suddenly her hands disappeared from the back of his head, and when he looked up across her abdomen, he saw her hands were occupied by pressing Tima’s head to her left breast and Lilly to her right. The additional stimulation was more than Daisy could handle and she shot her juices all over Frank’s face.
After her hips stopped bucking, he climbed up onto the bed and slid his cock against her clit.
She pierced him with a look of unadulterated lust.
“Get that cock in me.” She demanded.
Not one to argue, Frank slid the head of his cock into her pussy and pumped his hips.
She lifted her legs, locked them around his waist and pulled him deeper into her.
He stayed still for a minute, enjoying the moist, tight pussy he was in. Then he started pumping into her.
Tima moved off the tit she’d been sucking and whispered something into Daisy’s ear. Daisy listened, then nodded emphatically. “Let’s get on the floor where we have more room.” She said unlocking her legs.
Frank stood from the bed and watched as Daisy got onto her hands and knees on the floor. He immediately got down behind her as Tima got on her back in front of her and Lilly straddled Tima’s head.
Daisy scooted forward and gripped Tima’s legs.
“Fuck my ass, Stud.” She said before burying her face into Tima’s pussy.
Frank aimed his cock at Daisy’s pink, puckered asshole and eased it in. As his inch and a half girth slid into her. She held still and did not move until he felt his balls hit her warm pussy.
Watching the double pussy eating before him, he started pumping into Daisy’s ass, allowing the friction to entice his orgasm to build.
Suddenly, the urge to cum was over whelming and he unloaded into her, feeling his cock swell even more before each shot.
The moans of pleasure from Tima and Lilly followed him into the bathroom as he prepared to make an excursion beyond the walls of their three-room prison.
As he stood in the shower, with the steaming hot water rolling off of him, he thought back over the last couple of hours.
First, he’s reunited with the best F.W.B. he’d ever had, then found out that they’re only one group of seventy-seven, and finally ass fucked another sexy chic.
‘If this is a dream,’ he thought as he wet his hair. ‘Don’t wake me up.’ He turned off the water and stepped out.
“You know,” Lilly said from where she sat on the toilet, “you’ve cum inside Tima and Daisy,” she grinned. “I’m next.”
Frank took a green bath towel from a cabinet next to the shower. “Well, it’ll have to wait.” He dried off and dropped the towel into a chute that opened in a wall next to the towel cabinet. He walked out of the bathroom, across the longer room and into the room where he’d first woke up.
He opened the wardrobe and pulled out the shimmery, silver jumpsuit off its plastic hanger. Looking at it, as it hung from his fingertips, he, at first, couldn’t locate any means to put it on, there was no visible seam or zipper.
A knock sounded from the door behind him. He turned and saw Tima standing in the doorway, one arm resting against the door jam.
His eyes took in her figure as he studied her silver curves. “This is amazing stuff.” Tima said. “You’d expect that, with it being so tight, you’d see my nipples or ass crack,” she turned and displayed her ass, “but there’s nothing. Almost like there’s bra and panties built in.”
“Cool,” Frank said. “How do you get into it?”
She giggled as she walked across the room. “Like this.” She reached out and pressed a thumb sized section of the neck. Immediately, the fabric lost it’s tight look. “Now, just step into the neck and press the same area.” She watched as Frank sat on the edge of the bed and dressed.
After he got his arms into their sleeves, he reached up with his right hand and pressed the same section, which was in the neck below the left ear.
Immediately, the fabric tightened against his skin. He stood and faced Tima.
“How do I look?” He asked, imitating a Superman pose, “good, right?”
“Good enough to eat.” She said. “C’mon, almost time to go.”
“So,” he asked as he followed her out of the room. “Why are you dressed?”
“While you were in the shower, the Brit lady came on and said that one of us could accompany you.” She shrugged. “Considering our history, I was volunteered.”
As they approached the middle bed, a door slid open between the second and third wardrobe.
They stepped through and the door slid closed behind them. They found themselves on a metal walkway about twenty feet across. On the far side of the walkway was a waist high bannister, but what attracted Frank’s attention was a two seater vehicle that was parked in front of their door. Stenciled onto the hood, for lack of a better word, was the number nineteen.
Tima climbed into the vehicle and slid over so that Frank could get in.
As soon as they were settled, the vehicle took off.
“Amazing,” Frank said. “No sound of an engine, no sound of tires rolling, yet we’re doing at least 30.”
After a few minutes of moving, the vehicle slowed to a stop outside a circular hallway. Frank and Tima stepped out of the vehicle and entered the round tunnel.
As they approached the opposite end of the tunnel, the sounds of a multitude of voices became louder and louder, until it was as if they were walking into a wall of sound. When they stepped out of the tunnel, the sound all but died.
“Wow, why was it so loud in there?” Tima asked.
Frank turned to look at the tunnel. “Basic physics, my dear. The shape of the tunnel acts like a bullhorn, amplifying any sound that enters.” As he spoke his eyes roved the crowd around the tunnel and around the room.
By all appearances, they were in a sporting arena where the normal grass and dirt field was replaced by a metal floor. From his vantage point, Frank could see lines starting in the center and spiraling out.
“Tima!” An excited female voice called from above the tunnel.
Frank instantly recognized the voice and spun around as quickly as Tima did. There, above the tunnel stood a woman who could have been confused for Tima’s identical twin.
“Val,” Tima breathed as she scrambled up stairs, over bleacher type seats, over people, she didn’t care. Behind her, Frank was left to make apologies as he followed.
By the time he caught up to Tima, they were amiably chatting with a young man. First thing Frank noticed about the man was his age, he was about eighteen or nineteen years old. Frank also noted the number three stenciled on their silver jump suits.
“Val, you remember Frank,” Tima said as he approached.
“Of course,” she smiled, moved passed Tima, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. It was the kind of kiss that lovers usually reserve for each other.
Frank his arms around her waist and returned the kiss with full fervor. When they stepped apart, Frank noticed that Val’s cheeks were flushed.
“Been a long time,” Frank said.
“Not so long that you forgot how to kiss,” she sighed. “Let me introduce Clay Pachuk, leader group 3.” She moved back to his side.
Clay extended his hand, “How ya doin’?”
“I’m doin’.” Frank said shaking the offered hand.
“So, whatchu t’ink ’bout dis?”
“Don’t know yet.” They all sat down as the lights dimmed. Once the voices quieted down, the metal plate irised open and the biggest man Frank had ever seen rose up as if he were on a giant elevator.
“Greetings,” the man said. “My name is James.” He looked around at the assembled group. “And I welcome you, the last surviving members of your species, to your new home.” He began pacing.
Frank leaned over to Tima, “The dude’s at least a hundred and fifty feet tall,” he whispered.
“Makes me wonder how big his cock is,” Tima giggled.
“Now, I’m sure you have questions,” the man continued. “Let me try to anticipate a few of them.” He stopped pacing in the middle of the platform. “First, no you won’t have to spend the rest of your lives here aboard this space station. This is just a layover for you until a more permanent home can be found. And, no, my planet is not an option, far too dangerous for you.” He shrugged. “Granted almost any place we find will be dangerous in one form or another, but, believe me we’ll find as peaceful a place as possible.”
“How did we get here?” A voice a few rows above and behind Frank called out.
“A device who’s technical details are far beyond your level of technology.”
“Wow,” Frank whispered. “Good hearing, too.”
“I’ve been surgically altered so that I can hear the tiniest of whispers.” James pointedly looked at Frank and Tima with a raised eyebrow.
Frank looked at Tima and saw her blush.
Frank held up his hand. “Besides the obvious size difference, are we different in any other way?”
“How do you mean?”
“Do you eat the same kind of food? Do you use the restroom the same way? Do you have the same organs that we do?”
“Yes, obviously our portion sizes are considerably larger,” he said, “and yes, physically we are similar.”
“Then why are we so much smaller than you?” A female asked from Frank’s right.
“The best we can figure, there’s a form of natural radiation here that we’re immune to that has affected you.”
“What about these constant urges to reproduce,” another female asked, this time to Frank’s left and closer to the giant, “is that a byproduct of this radiation?”
“Yeah,” Frank said, “I’ve never had this constant urge to fuck before.”
“Yes,” the giant said, “well, we theorize that the radiation is affecting your libido as well, of course,” he held up a finger, “this may well increase your population as well, though some of the tests that we ran on you before waking you up indicate that you might be sterile.”
At this news, the crowd around the giant erupted into exclamations of anger. James stood patiently, his arms crossed over his chest, and waited for the noise to die down.
After everyone resumed their seats, Frank, who’d sat as calmly as James stood, raised his hand again.
“So, you saved us from our planet being destroyed so that we could die out here?”
“All the tests are not yet concluded.” James said. “There may still be a way,” he held up his hands as the crowd became loud again. “Believe me, if there is a way to reverse this sterilization, we will find it.” He looked around at the crowd, looking for more questions. “For now, please return to your quarters. Each room is equipped with a voice activated computer, anything you need will be provided, but I would recommend calling up a floor plan of your portion of the station, which starts at this floor, and familiarizing yourselves with the different amenities that are offered. We will also provide a manifest of those of you we were able to rescue so that you may try to locate friends and family that we may have here as well.” He started to descend on his platform. “In the meantime, we may call upon you at some point for additional testing, so please make yourselves available.” With that, he disappeared from view, and the metal field irised closed after him.
There was a moment of stunned silence and then people started to get up to leave.
Tima stood and looked at Frank as he stayed seated. “Are we going to leave?”
“Wait until a majority of people have already gone. We’ll avoid getting separated that way.”
“Good idea,” Clay said as he sat back down.
“So,” Frank said leaning forward to address everyone. “What do you think?”
“I like the idea of us being able to fuck whenever we want,” Tima said,
“You would, you horny slut,” Val laughed. “It’s the whole ‘maybe sterile’ thing that throws me.”
“Well, when we get back, we need to let the others know.” Clay said.
“Yeah,” Frank agreed, “I wonder if there is some sort of communication device between groups.”
“We’ll have to find out,” Tima said.
By this point most of the people had left, so Frank stood and headed down to the circular tunnel that they had used to enter the arena. At the other end of the tunnel they found their ‘car’ waiting for them with a vehicle marked with a 3 right behind it.
Before getting in, Frank turned to Clay and Val, “If I can, I’ll call you,” he shrugged, “maybe we can meet up and discuss this situation.” He stuck his hand out and Clay grabbed it.
“Maybe,” he agreed, “and maybe we can arrange for a party.” He looked over Tima.
“Definitely,” Val agreed as she slipped into Frank’s arms. She took his face in her hands and gently kissed his lips.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and cupped her ass cheeks.
By the time they broke apart, Frank’s cock was straining against the silvery material, and Val was breathing a little hard.
Frank climbed into the vehicle, slid over and waited for Clay and Tima to finish their farewell. He could tell that Clay was horny by the time Tima climbed into the vehicle.
As soon as she settled into the seat, the machine began moving.
“What do you think about this situation?” Frank asked, raising his voice to be heard over the wind.
“I think,” Tima said, placing her hand on his crotch and tracing the outline of his engorged cock, “that I’m hornier than hell and need to be fucked,” she gave his cock a light squeeze, “hard.”
He sighed and ground his cock into her hand. “I hope Lilly and Daisy are ready to play,” he moaned.
“Am I not enough?” She began nibbling on his left ear.
“I wasn’t talking about me.” Frank said as the vehicle slowed down and a door marked nineteen opened. Frank got out of the vehicle, followed quickly by Tima.
Once inside, Tima pressed the button in her collar as Frank pressed his and both suits fell to the floor.
Frank looked around the room and saw Daisy and Lilly stretched out on their respective beds. They both watched as Frank walked up to Lilly.
“What happened?” Daisy asked as Tima leaned over and ran her tongue over Daisy’s left nipple.
“Later,” Frank said as he spread Lilly’s legs. “First we satisfy ourselves, then we talk.” He used his thumbs to spread Lilly’s pussy lips before he mashed his face into her slit. With his tongue traveling into her hole and his nose rubbing her clit, it wasn’t long before she was wet.
He moved his mouth up to her clit and teased it with his tongue as he slid three fingers into her.
She grabbed two handfuls of his hair as her hips began to buck uncontrollably. The more she bucked, the harder he sucked on her clit and slid his fingers into her.
“Oh, God,” she cried, “eat that pussy, suck that clit.”
With a scream, her juices flowed out of her pussy. When she finally calmed down, Frank sat up and looked at her with lust burning in his eyes and his cock throbbing in the air.
She reached out with her arms, “Your turn,” she whispered.
Frank stretched out on top of her, nuzzled her breasts with his mouth while sliding his cock along her slit. She locked her legs around his waist and bucked her hips as he started his upward motion and his cock slid inside her pussy.
He held still for a moment and enjoyed the way her warm, wet pussy clenched at his cock and tried to pull him in deeper.
As his lips first pulled on one nipple and then the other, he began pumping into her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, “please cum inside me, promise?”
“That’ll happen,” he promised as he fought his instinct to speed up his movement.
“I love this cock,” she moaned again. “It makes me feel so good, promise you’ll cum in me?”
“Yes, baby, yes!” He growled, lost in his own pleasurable sensations.
As she started to lift her hips to meet his thrusts, he gave in to his instincts and began pounding her pussy. When he felt her juices flow across his balls, he grunted and shot his load deep into her. With each load, he tried to bury himself deeper into her.
After his last load was spent, he climbed off of the bed and sat down heavily on Tima’s bed.
“You may,” Lilly gasped, “not be Fred Flintstone,” she giggled, “but you can rock my bed any time.”
Frank smiled. “Yabba-dabba-doo.” He fell back onto the bed and promptly fell asleep.
When he woke up, he found Tima curled up next to him and Lilly was spooning with Daisy in Daisy’s bed.
He gently extracted himself from Tima and sat up. As his feet touched the carpet, a soft beeping broke through his subconscious. He looked around for the source and saw a faint glow coming from the room he’d originally found himself.
He padded through the door and saw a video monitor lowered from the ceiling.
James’ voice came through hidden speakers. “Identify yourself, group and position.”
“Frank Patterson, Group 19, and leader, I guess.”
“Vocal verification confirmed.” James said. “Begin communication.” The monitor shifted from the soft blinking light to an attractive redhead wearing her hair loose around her shoulders, glasses that magnified her green eyes, and a lab coat over a red halter top.
“Greetings, Frank,” the British accent reminded him of the first time any of the ‘Big’ people, as he’d privately started to call them, communicated with his group. “How are things going?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” he replied. “I’ve had more sex in the last eight hours than I’ve had in the last three months, I’ve found out I’m one of three hundred and eight last surviving members of a planet that, according to you, was destroyed, I maybe sterile, and will die an old man with no kids.” He sighed and shot her a withering look. “How do you think things are going?”
“Well, I’m terribly sorry about all of that, however I may have some good news for you. But,” she looked down as he heard the sounds of papers being shifted around, “I’ll need to run one additional test before I can be certain.”
“Why tell me?” Frank asked. “Of all the seventy-seven groups, why pick me?”
“Of all the groups, you were the only one who did not react with anger over this situation you’ve found yourselves in.” She set aside the piece of paper she’d been looking at. “So, if you’ll do us the honor of joining us in the lab, we’ll confirm our theory.”
“Fine, when?”
“As soon as you can.” The screen blinked out and retracted into the ceiling.
“Great,” Frank muttered as he walked back into the main room, “I’m a fucking lab rat.”
He approached Tima as she slumbered peacefully on her bed. He leaned over kissed her partly open lips and gently tweaked a nipple.
“Wake up, lover,” he whispered.
She moaned softly in reaction to his hand. “You keep that up and I’ll not be held responsible for my actions.” She said, groggily.
“You can demonstrate later.” Frank said as he walked to where his silver suit lay crumpled on the floor. “Right now, I’ve got a date to be a lab rat.”
“What?” She sat up on her elbows.
He pulled on his suit and pressed the activator. “Yep,” he nodded.
“When will you be back?”
He shrugged, “When they’re done.”
“What’re we going to do?” She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
He smiled as he walked up to her, “You’ll figure it out.”
She pouted slightly. “There’s only some many times you can lick a pussy.” She said.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “If you get bored, you can figure out how to access the floor plan of this place like James said we could.” He released her and moved to the external door, which opened obediently at his presence. “In the meantime,” he waved, “I’ll be back.” He stepped out and let the door close behind him.
He climbed into the vehicle that had, apparently, been assigned to his group, and zipped off down the twenty-foot wide road. After a few minutes, and several confusing turns , he found himself whizzing down a tube barely wider than the vehicle.
‘To be quite honest,’ he thought as the vehicle slowed down in a large room filled with the big people, ‘that was fun.’
Standing next to the shelf where he stepped out of the vehicle was the same redhead.
“Frank,” she greeted.
He simply nodded.
“Don’t worry, We’ve all been altered to be able to hear you.”
“Good,” he said. “that’s one worry off my mind.”
She set a small, to her anyway, tray next to him.
“You’re chariot, M’Lord?”
He chuckled as he stepped onto it and sat down cross-legged in the approximate middle.
She picked up the tray and turned to her left as she headed across the room.
“So, what kind of test is this?” Frank asked.
“Oh, nothing complicated,” she said. “Just this.” She suddenly let go of the tray.
Before he could even comprehend what was happening, the tray below him shattered and he felt himself bounce on the metal floor.
He lay on his back in the midst of the remains of the tray as the redhead leaned over him. “Are you okay?” She asked. “Are you still breathing?”
“Yes, I’m still alive, if that’s what you’re asking.” He sat up. “You could’ve killed me, you dumb bitch!” He stood and spun on her. “Is this your fucking test? To see how high I bounce?”
She scooped him up in her hand and wrapped her fingers around him as he struggled.
“Now, stop,” she said, “or you’ll make me drop you, again.” Frank immediately stopped squirming. “Now, look down.”
He looked over his shoulder and all the color drained from his face.
“How high up do you think you are, right now?”
“I’d say about seventy-five to a hundred feet.” He became absolutely rigid so she wouldn’t drop him.
“And you survived.”
He returned his attention to her. “You dropped me from this height?”
“Actually,” she said lifting him up a little higher, “from right about here.”
“So what are you telling me? That this radiation that made us sterile also made us immortal?”
“Apparently you cannot be harmed by external sources,” she said. “Internal sources, poison and the like, we’re still not sure about, and, of course, there’s the ultimate predator, time.” She carried him back to the shelf where his vehicle sat waiting for him. She gently set him down.
“So, now what?” Frank asked. “Planning on poisoning me next?”
“Of course not,” she replied looking shocked at the idea. “Next step is for everyone else to be told.”
“I can take care of that, but I need to know how to access the communications system.”
“All computer access points are voice activated,” she said. “Just say ‘communications’ and the group number.”
“What if I want to talk to all of them?”
“Then say ‘all groups’.” Although she didn’t say the word, Frank heard ‘duh’ in her tone.
“Now, these guys don’t know me. They’re not going to believe me.” Frank began pacing back and forth, his mind turning over the problem before him. “Do you have weapons my size?”
“Not yet, they’re still in development,” she said.
“Is there a way to get me close to the ceiling in the auditorium?”
“Why?”
Frank smiled. “I have a plan,” he chuckled. “Here’s what I need…”
An hour later, Tima walked into the auditorium followed by Clay and her sister, Val.
“Where’s Frank?” Val asked, a little disappointed.
Tima shrugged and craned her neck trying to locate her delinquent leader. “He said he would meet us here.”
All around her she saw people congregating and moving to sit with brothers and sisters thought lost. Off in the distance she saw a shock of red hair that made her heart jump.
“I’ll be right back,” she said to Val.
She moved through the throng of people toward the redhead until she was directly behind her.
“Hi, Gabs,” she said softly.
The redhead froze then slowly turned around. Tima felt her knees start to weaken when her blue eyes met the green eyes of her lady love.
Without a word, Gabrielle Patterson fell into Tima’s arms and they exchanged a passionate kiss.
“I thought I’d lost you,” Gabs said as they embraced.
“Me too, sweetie,” Tima sighed as she enjoyed the familiar figure in her arms. “Fortunately, I looked over the list of people rescued and found you.”
“So, you ended up in Frank’s group.” Even through the statement, Tima heard a question.
“Yeah,” was the answer to both.
“That’s cool,” Gabs reassured her girlfriend.
Suddenly, the lights lowered and an image of Frank’s face appeared in the air above the metal floor of the auditorium.
“Well, Frank looks good.” Gabs said.
“Oh, yeah,” Tima emphatically agreed.
Further conversation stopped as Frank cleared his throat.
“Hello, everyone. My name is Frank Patterson defacto leader of group 19.” He swallowed nervously. “And I called this meeting because the Big people, as I call them, have revealed to me the fact that this radiation they told us about has had a positive effect on us as well as the negative.”
“What’s so positive about being sterile?” A voice asked from Tima’s right. Amazingly, Frank’s holographic face turned toward the speaker.
“I never said that being sterile was positive,” he said, “in fact, I called it negative. But, the positive is that we cannot be killed by falls, knives, guns, you know, external sources.”
“Yeah?” Asked someone from Tima’s left, “bullshit.”
The face turned to look at the speaker.
“I know you don’t know me, and don’t trust what I have to say. So, I arranged a demonstration.” The head disappeared for a moment before being replace by a full body image of him. “So no one claims that it’s this space suit protecting me,” he reached up toward the activator. But his hand paused as his holographic eyes searched the crowd. “Hey, Tima, this is the answer to your question.” He pressed the activator and let the suit fall to the floor around his feet, leaving him naked for all to see.
“Damn, he does look good,” Gabs whispered to Tima.
“Oh, yeah,” Tima smiled as she looked at Frank’s cock, which appeared to be eight feet long.
“Now,” Frank continued, addressing the whole crowd, “look up. Do you see the round hole in the ceiling?” The image looked at everyone to make sure they were looking at the same area. “Watch.” The image jumped up and then disappeared as a tiny figure fell though the hole toward the floor two hundred feet below.
Amid screams of panic, gasps and shouts of shock, Tima and Gabby clung to each other in mutual terror.
The tiny figure hit the metal floor, bounced ten feet into the air, and landed with a sickening thump. Before anyone could move, the figure stood.
“See?” Frank said, his voice still amplified, “told ya.”
The crowd surged forward and Frank was soon surrounded by people bombarding him with questions.
He tried for several minutes to call the meeting back to order, and, when that failed, he yelled, “QUIET!!” The amplifying system almost burst eardrums with the volume. But, at least, everyone shut up.
Tima, holding onto Gabby’s hand, pushed her way through the stunned crowd.
Frank saw her moving toward him and headed her way. The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea did for Moses, and soon he had his arms around Tima’s waist.
She stepped back and looked him up and down as if to assure herself that he had no broken bones. Finding him in, relatively, good health, she balled up her right fist and slugged him in the jaw.
“You bastard!” She yelled, “you cum-guzzling gutter slut reject from a B-Grade lesbian chick flick.”
Frank looked up at her from where he fell, his right hand on his jaw. “You been talking to my sister again?” His eyes moved past her. “Oh, hi, sis.” He stood.
“Are you fucking insane?” Tima asked, not letting him change subject. “Do you realize the fucking heart attack you gave me?”
“Sweetheart, you saw them,” he waved his hand at the surrounding crowd. “No one believed me!”
“I did,” she said. “Daisy and Lilly, too.”
He sighed. “No offense, but I needed everyone to believe me.”
“Why were you given this piece of information?” Asked a guy wearing a suit labeled ‘1’, “and not the rest of us?”
“If you will all return to your seats, I can make several explanations.” Frank returned his attention to Tima and his sister. “How are you holding up, Sis?”
“It’s a lot to take in, Bro.” She embraced him. “And we need to talk.” She cut her eyes toward Tima.
He nodded, “Understood.” He watched as they headed back to their seats, and soon he was alone on the metal floor.
“A question was asked,” he said, looking at the assembly, “why was I given this information.” He began pacing a ten foot length while he studied his bare feet. “The short answer is, when James first told us of the possibility that we were sterile, I was the only one who didn’t get pissed off about it.” He looked around at the many faces staring at him. “Now, I’m sure that your respective leaders gave you a full accounting of what was said the last time we were in this room?” He looked around at a wall of nodding faces.
“Good, I won’t be revealing any ‘state’ secrets. As you are all aware, according to our friends, we’re the last of our dimensions human race. Now, this means that we’ll need some sort of government, or at least someone to speak on our behalf when dealing with the Big people. So, uh, first, computer, what time is it?”
A soft, British accented, feminine voice replied, “The time is 18:36.”
“I recommend we break for the evening and meet back here at 8 o’clock tomorrow to continue our discussion.” He looked around and saw no disagreements forthcoming. “So, the leaders will meet back here at 8 o’clock and we’ll, hopefully, make some progress on this subject.” He moved toward Tima and his sister as the assembly broke up.
“Now, then,” he said, his voice no longer amplified. “Damn, it’s good to see you,” he embraced her, pulling her tightly against his bare chest. He tried to ignore his twitching cock as she returned the embrace. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
“I’m on the manifest,” she said. “I saw your name.”
“Well, I’ve been busy and I haven’t had the chance to look it over.” He glanced at Tima as he stepped back. “After the meeting tomorrow, we’ll get together and talk.” He hugged Tima. “Take as much time as you need,” he said. “We’ll wait for you.” He moved toward the tunnel entrance and joined Lilly and Daisy.
He saw that Daisy held one of the silvery suits, “Thanks,” he said as he accepted the garment and put it on. He glanced over at where his sister and Tima were standing close to each other, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that they were making out.
At the thought of Tima and his sister lying together and making love together, his cock came to full erection. A fact that both Lilly and Daisy noticed.
Daisy snuggled up to his right and Lilly did the same on his left as he leaned against a concave wall. Daisy took his hand and pressed it to her crotch while Lilly stroked his cock through the suit.
“It’s been a while since you fucked us,” Daisy whispered in his ear.
“You ladies keep this up and I won’t be able to rectify that.”
Suddenly, Frank stepped away from the wall as Tima walked up, her eyes red from crying. Frank stretched his arms out and she fell into them as the tears began flowing down her cheeks.
“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Frank whispered into her ear as she cried into his shoulder.
“She said that she thought it’d be best if we saw other people,” Tima wailed.
A fiery finger of anger stabbed Frank in the chest. He held her away at arms length. “She said what?” He asked through clenched teeth. Tima continued to cry. “What group is she in again?”
“Fifteen,” Tima whimpered.
Frank moved to her side and placed an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s get you home, then I’ll deal with my sister.”
“No, Frank,” Tima said as they moved toward the tunnel entrance. “It’s not worth it. Besides,” She swallowed, “I don’t entirely disagree with her.”
Frank saw a larger, four seat model of their vehicle waiting for them. “You don’t?” Relief and shock vied for dominance in his voice.
“No, I don’t,” she slid across the front seat as Daisy and Lilly moved into the back. “I was having issues with fucking the three of you while I was, technically, with her and she was having the same issues with her group. So, yes, it hurts like hell, but it’s for the best.”
“You’re sure?” He asked, settling into the front seat next to her. “I can have a word with her if you like.”
She lifted his arm and snuggled up to his side as she nodded. “In fact,” she grinned, “I’m ready to fuck.” she dropped her hand into his crotch and squeezed his cock.
He groaned as the vehicle sped along toward their quarters. “Will Lilly do?” He asked, “I’ve got plans for Daisy.”
“Oh, yeah,” Tima said, not stopping the stroking motion of her hand. She looked over Frank’s shoulder at the pair in the back seat, who were making out and groping each other like sex-starved teenagers. “Looks like she’ll be ready for you when we get home.” She giggled.
A few minutes later, the vehicle slowed to a stop and the four occupants rushed through the open doorway of their quarters.
As the door slid shut, four suits hit the floor and Frank found himself looking at Daisy’s nude body as she fell onto her hands and knees.
“Fuck me,” she said. He knelt behind her and reached between her legs to play with her sopping wet pussy. “Lilly made me cum already,” she said, “just fuck me, hard.”
He positioned the head of his cock against her pussy lips and slowly inserted it. When he felt his balls slap against her pubic bush, he stopped, lost in the sensations of her warm, wet pussy. He reached out and gripped her shoulders. In one fluid motion, he pulled her up as he leaned backward.
Soon she was on top of him, facing away from him.
“Turn around,” he said, “I want those titties.” She managed to turn around with his cock still buried in her pussy. As she settled down onto him again, he sat up and began sucking her left nipple as his arms went around her waist. He moved to her right nipple and managed a single lick before Daisy pushed him back down and began grinding her clit into his pubic hair.
As she rode him to another orgasm, he captured both of her swinging tits with his hands and he pulled on her nipples with his fingers.
Her moaning intensified as she came again. He felt her juices wash over his balls and inner thighs.
He moved his hands down to her waist and began lifting her up and down on his cock. Soon he felt his balls tighten and he shot his load into her spasming pussy.
After she was sure that his cock was drained of his cum, she fell to the floor and snuggled against his left side, laying her head on his arm, and was, soon, fast asleep.
Some time later, he woke up and, gently, pulled his arm from under her head. He stood, walked into his room and gently closed the door.
“Computer,” he said, “Show me the floor plan of this station.”
A holographic display appeared in front of him.
“Where are the quarters?” A segment of seven floors lit up. “Where are my quarters?” A rectangle flashed. It was on the second floor. He nodded.
“What is on this floor?” He reached out to the hologram of the floor above the first floor of rooms.
“That is the cafeteria.” The soft, British accented voice said.
“Excellent, I’m starving.” He started toward the door, but stopped as a thought occurred to him. “How do we control the vehicles?”
“Just voice your destination,” the hologram winked out.
“Just say ‘cafeteria’ and off I go?”
“Correct.”
“Cool,” He slipped out into the main room, pulled his suit on and walked out through the sliding door.
Waiting for him, with the patience only achieved by machinery was a two-person vehicle.
He slid into the seat and said, “Cafeteria.” The vehicle pulled away from the door and maneuvered itself into a tunnel that was angled upward.
A few minutes later, the vehicle slowed down and he stepped out into a wide open space about a hundred and fifty feet long and seventy five feet wide. He saw enough round tables, each with four chairs, that all seventy-seven groups could be here and everyone would be able to sit down.
He saw the the wall along the back was a bank of sliding doors just big enough for trays to be inserted. He walked up to the wall, took a tray from the stack to the left of the doors, opened a door and put it in.
“What is your selection?” The computer asked.
“Peanut butter and jelly with a Mountain Dew to drink.” Before he could think about the fact that the computer might not know what ‘Mountain Dew’ was, the computer beeped and the door opened. Inside was a pile of peanut butter next to a pile of jelly. He also saw a clear glass filled with neon yellow liquid. He took the glass and closed the door. “Can you put the peanut butter and jelly on bread, please?”
“What kind?”
“White. And can I have strawberry jelly?”
The computer beeped again and he pulled the tray out.
As he walked to one of the empty tables, a vehicle with the number 17 stenciled on the hood slid into the room and a woman with a deep tan and short black hair stepped out.
He watched her as she walked up to the wall and went through the same process that he did to get her food.
He had just put the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth when she walked up to his table.
“May I sit?” She asked, her voice soft and smooth.
He nodded and waved a hand toward an empty chair as he swallowed.
“Please,” he said. “I’m Frank.”
“I know,” she took a bite of her sandwich, roast beef by the looks of it. “Of course, I almost didn’t recognize you in that suit.” She giggled and blushed.
Frank chuckled.
“I’m Fran, by the way, Fran Ramsey.” She held out her hand, which he took. “Leader of group 17.”
“So you’ll be one of the ones meeting with me later.” Frank nodded.
“Yep,” she said around a mouthful of food.
“So what do you think of this whole mess?” He took a drink of his soda.
“So many pros and cons.” She pushed away her empty tray. “We’re so small compared to the Big people, we’re the last of our kind, and we’re sterile.”
“Those are some pretty big cons,” Frank agreed.
“On the other hand, we’re, apparently, immortal, and we can fuck whoever, and whenever, we want.” She reached over and began stroking the back of his hand.
At her touch, a jolt of sexual energy shot straight through him and energized his cock to full attention. They both stood from the table and moved toward each other. He folded his arms around her trim waist and his lips found her neck and left ear.
She ran the fingers of her left hand through his hair as she held him tight against her neck, and her right hand pressed against his back as she molded her body to his.
While his lips between her ear and neck, his hands moved down her back and began massaging her ass cheeks. When her moans became more passionate, he reached up and pressed the activator on her suit.
As he lowered the suit, he kissed and nibbled her freshly exposed flesh. He kissed each collar bone, then moved to her breasts as the silver material slipped past them. He took several seconds to enjoy each nipple before continuing his licking and kissing journey across her bare stomach.
When her suit slid over her hips, he let go of it, grabbed her ass cheeks again and pressed his mouth into her crotch, his tongue eagerly seeking out her clit. She gasped with pleasure when his tongue found its target, and she grabbed the back of his head and directed him on where he should lick.
He turned her, without losing contact with her, deliciously, aromatic pussy, and encouraged he to sit on the edge of the table. When she did, she also put a foot on each of the chairs on either side of him.
He slid two fingers into her sopping wet hole as his tongue circled and teased her erect clit. After a couple of minutes of furious finger fucking and clit licking, she screamed and her juices flooded his mouth and over his fingers.
When she calmed down, he stood in front of her and dropped his own suit. She stood and turned he back to him as she bent over the table.
“Like my favorite shirt says, ‘mount and do me’.”
He stepped forward and slid his hard cock into her hot pussy. She sighed in satisfaction as she felt his balls settle against the back of her thighs.
When he started pumping, she felt her orgasm building again.
“Oh, God,” she whined. “That cock feels good.”
He grunted as he gripped her waist and pumped his cock into her.
“That’s it,” she said, “fuck me like the dirty whore I am.”
He increased his pumping as he felt his own orgasm building.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “I love it,” she moaned. “Fuck! Me!” She started timing her words with each forward thrust. “Hard! Harder! Oh, God, Yes!” She screamed the last word as her orgasm washed over her and she felt his sperm shoot into her.
As soon as he was certain he’d emptied his cock into her, he stepped back on unsteady legs. She stood, faced him, fell to her knees and licked their combined juices off of his cock.
When she was sure that she’d licked him clean, she stood in front of him in all her naked glory, sweat streaming between her breasts, she was possibly the sexiest woman he’d ever seen.
“You’re the best fuck I’ve had since I woke up here.” She smiled. “Any time you want to fuck again, give me a call.” She picked up her suit and walked back to her vehicle, her naked ass swinging side to side.
His eyes stayed locked to her ass as he stooped to retrieve his own suit. He whistled as he focused his attention on his attempts to get dressed.
“Well, that looked like fun,” A male voice from behind Frank said.
Frank spun around and faced down a man a little taller than himself. The man had shaggy brown hair with matching beard and mustache.
“Who are you?” Frank asked as he continued to dress.
“Tobias, group 7.” The man said, stepping forward, his hand extended.
Frank hit the activator in his collar and took the offered hand. “Frank…”
“Group 19, I know,” Tobias’ smile hardened. “I also know that the girl you were fucking is my girlfriend.” His right hand tightened around Frank’s a fraction of a second before his left fist lashed out.
In that split second, Frank ducked and rammed his head into Tobias’ stomach. With a sharp exhale, Tobias was forced to release Frank’s hand.
“First off,” Frank said as he back up, ignoring the sharp pain in his neck, “I wasn’t aware she had a boyfriend.” He moved around a table as Tobias stood up, a murderous glare in his eye. “Second off, we’re not exactly in a position to be fighting amongst ourselves.”
“Shoulda thought about that before you fucked my girl.” He feinted a lunge to his left, then threw himself across the table.
As he flew at Frank, Frank captured Tobias’ left arm and dropped to the floor, changing Tobias’ flying tackle into an uncontrollable fall into the neighboring chairs and table.
Frank stood. “I’m telling you, Tobias, you don’t want to do this.”
In response, Tobias threw a chair at Frank’s head. As Frank ducked the flying furniture, he felt Tobias’ fist impact the right side of his head.
Frank staggered backwards as bells rang in his ears and fireworks exploded behind his eyeballs.
“Not so fucking tough now, are you?” Tobias aimed his right leg at Franks head while he was bent over.
In a flash of rage, Frank caught the flying foot under his left arm, turned his torso and dropped his elbow on Tobias’ knee. After he felt the kneecap shatter, he dropped the foot, spun to his left and struck the left side of Tobias’ jaw with the back of his left fist.
Tobias dropped to the floor, a couple of teeth skittering across the metal floor like legless white spiders and puddle of blood pooled at his mouth.
Frank watched the teeth as they stopped by several pairs of booted feet. His eyes continued up the legs, and he felt tears running down his cheeks as he saw Tima, Daisy, and Lilly. He also saw several people behind them, but it was them that he focused on.
“I told him to stop,” he said as he fell to his knees next to Tobias’ unconscious body. “I told him, why didn’t he listen?”
The rest of Frank’s group came up to him, picked up from the floor and moved him off to the side so the others could attend to Tobias.
“Was he right?” Tima asked, as they sat him on a chair. “Did you fuck his girlfriend?”
“Yes,” he answered, “But, like I said, she didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend.”
“Yeah, I believe you,” Tima said as she stood from where she’d been crouching in front of him. “If she had mentioned it, you wouldn’t have done it.” She looked over to see Tobias being loaded into a vehicle. “I’m gonna go with him to make sure he’s alright.”
“Why?” Lilly asked.
“It’s my job,” Tima answered as she walked away. “I am, or I was, an RN.” She climbed into the vehicle with Tobias and a couple of guys that Frank didn’t know.
“Where are they going?” Frank asked.
“Sickbay,” came a male voice from behind Daisy. Frank looked to his right, and up, to look into the face of a man with black hair wearing a silver suit with the number 1 stenciled on it. “Name’s Aaron,” he said, “Aaron Ramsey.”
“Fran’s brother?” Frank asked.
“That’s right.”
“You gonna try and kick my ass, too?”
He held up his hands, “oh, hell no,” he shook his head. “First, I don’t care who my sister fucks, and second, I don’t want to end up like Tobias.”
“Then what can I do for you?”
“Just checking on you to make sure you were alright.”
“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks.” Frank put his head in his hands. “I just hate fighting.”
“I saw,” Aaron said. “You gave that hot head plenty of chances to back down.” Aaron shrugged. “It was his choice to push it.”
Off in the distance, Frank heard a familiar voice. “Where is he?”
He cringed back into the table as Aaron moved to intercept his pissed off sister. “Tobias went to sickbay.” He said.
“Not him,” Fran said trying to move around him. “The asshole who put him there.”
“Now, Fran,” Aaron said, “you need to calm down.”
“Calm down?” She shrieked. “First, he fucks me and then he assaults Toby. He has to answer for that.”
“Do you remember passing me as you were leaving?”
“Of course.”
“Well, I showed up just as Toby threw the first punch. Frank here tried twice, not once but twice, to get Toby to stop, but Toby would not.”
“Besides,” Daisy said, standing from Frank’s right, “You’re as much at fault as anyone else.”
“Don’t you dare turn this around on me.”
“If you had told Frank you had a boyfriend, he wouldn’t have touched you, let alone fuck you.”
“He’s a guy, that’s all they want. It doesn’t matter if there’s a boyfriend or not.”
“So that’s your excuse for what you did?” Aaron asked. “And you wonder why I hesitate to call you my sister.”
Fran dropped her eyes in shame. “I’m sorry,” she said.
Aaron stepped up to her, “I’m not the one you need to apologize to,” he growled.
She stepped up to Frank, “I’m so sorry,” she said, “that you’re a horn dog who can only think with your dick. True, I didn’t tell you about Toby, but, if you were honest with yourself, you’d admit that it wouldn’t have mattered any way.”
Frank stood from his chair and leveled a steely gaze at her. “From now on, even if we’re the last two people any where in any dimension and the continuation of our race came down to it, I’d rather fuck a meat grinder than you.” He turned and moved off toward the vehicles. Behind him, he heard a mixture of gasps and giggles with an “I guess he told you,” thrown in by Aaron for flavor. The sound of running feet came from behind him as someone hurried to catch up to him.
“Hold on, Frank,” Aaron said. “I’ll ride with you.”
“I’m just going to check on Toby,” Frank said as he stepped into his vehicle.
“Cool,” Aaron climbed into the other side, “I’ll tag along in case there’s any more trouble.”
Frank shrugged, “Sickbay,” he said to the vehicle. It shot into a dark tunnel at the opposite end of the room that Frank had entered from and soon the cafeteria was out of sight.
“So,” Aaron said, “where’d you learn to fight?”
“I didn’t,” Frank said. “I learned to defend myself.”
“Okay, but where?”
“Alamesa County Schools.” Frank said, “compared to them, Tobias hits like a girl.” He grinned.
The rest of ride was spent in a comfortable silence, and soon the vehicle slowed to a halt outside a pair of doors with a giant red plus stenciled across them.
The doors whisked open and Frank stepped inside. He’d been half expecting a sickbay from Star Trek, or some variation, but what he saw was straight out of any hospital he’d been to or in.
Frank and Aaron followed the sounds of conversation to a room off to the left where they saw Tima and another person studying a chart.
“You follow me to kick my ass some more?” Tobias said from a bed against the far wall.
“Now, hold on a minute.” Aaron said as he stepped forward. Frank placed a hand on his arm to stop him.
“No, Aaron,” Frank said, “let me.” Frank stepped around Aaron and walked up to the foot of the bed. “No, Tobias, I did not. In fact, I came up here to see how you were doing.” He glanced over his shoulder and saw three sets of eyes meet his. “And,” he returned his attention to Tobias, “and, I wanted to apologize.”
“Apologize?” Tobias sneered. “For what?”
“For putting you here.” He sighed. “I usually have better control of my temper than that.”
“Well,” Tobias took a deep breath, “I guess I can’t say I’m blameless.” He grinned sheepishly, “I know how Fran is, but I love her.”
“You can have her.” Frank said, “I told her, in no uncertain terms, her odds of us happening again.”
Behind him, Frank heard Aaron laugh as he walked up. “Yeah, it was beautiful. “He slapped Frank on the back. “I’m gonna steal that from you.”
“Steal it?” Frank grinned. “It’s freely given.”
“I’m telling you, Toby,” Aaron chuckled, “Fran was speechless.”
“No way,” Tobias said. He looked at Frank, “What did you say?”
“I’ll tell you, on the condition that you don’t kick my ass.”
“Deal.”
“I said, ‘From now on, even if we’re the last two people anywhere , in any dimension and the continuation of our race came down to it, I’d rather fuck a meat grinder than you.’ Then I walked away.”
As he spoke he watched Tobias’ mouth drop open further and further. Behind him, Freank heard a muffled giggle and chuckle.
“You didn’t,” Tobias laughed.
“In front of about a dozen people,” Frank said, a grin playing in the corners of his mouth.
“Fran has never been talked to like that, let alone in public.” Tobias chuckled. “No wonder she shut up.”
Frank’s right wrist band vibrated suddenly, and, Frank noticed when he looked, flashed yellow from a square in the cuff.
He touched it and a woman’s voice said, “Half an hour until the meeting. Will all leaders meet in the Arena.” The light disappeared.
“I guess I gotta go,” he said.
“Me too,” Aaron said as he moved around the bed.
Frank looked at Tima and nodded toward the door. Both Tima and the unknown man followed him into the hall.
“Frank, this is Tyrone Hussey of group 11, he was a third year med student before coming here.”
“Doc,” Frank shook the black man’s hand. “How is he?”
“Considering that you shattered his knee and knocked several teeth out, he’s doing surprisingly well,” he held up a sheet of x-ray film. “The technology here is amazing,” Tyrone said, “This would’ve taken a week to get back.” He held the film up to the ceiling lights and pointed. “As you can see this is a knee, Tobias’ to be specific.”
“I’m not a doctor, but that does not look shattered.”
“And you are correct.” Tyrone slid the film into its envelope. “It has healed.”
“More side effects of this radiation?”
“Possibly.”
“Well, keep me updated, Doc,” Frank said as Aaron walked up to them. “Ready?” Frank asked him.
“Yep.”
“Good.” Frank looked at ‘Tima. “Remember,” he lifted a finger as though admonishing her, “no fucking in front of the patient.”
“Hell,” ‘Tima said as she cozied up to Tyrone. “I was going to ask him to join us.”
Frank chuckled as he left the sickbay.
In the vehicle, Frank directed it to the arena at top speed.
“So,” Aaron said, “you and ‘Tima had a thing, huh?”
“That obvious?”
“Considering the speed we’re travelling, I’d say you’re not entirely over it, either.”
The vehicle slowed as the neared the tunnel, faint tidbits of conversation became audible, but still incomprehensible. When they stepped out of the tunnel, all conversation stopped.
“I’m starting to think they were talking about me.” Frank said.
“Probably were,” Aaron moved off to the side and sat down as Frank continued toward the center.
As Frank approached the center, the metal floor irised open and James rose through the floor.
“Seeing as you are going to be discussing governmental matters,” he said, “we thought it best to observe.”
“You mean interfere!” A woman, wearing a number two on her suit, said from Frank’s right.
“Absolutely not,” James said, “Strictly observe and not interfere.”
“Then you might need a chair,” Frank said. “This could take a while.”
James moved aside to reveal a simple metal folding chair. “I came prepared.”
“A real Boy Scout, you are,” Frank said affecting an English/Cockney accent. He turned his back on the giant. He looked at the seventy-six faces spread out around him. “Could we, possibly, move a little closer together, and bring it in a little bit so we can all hear?”
After everyone was settled, Frank began. “Now, first things first. Yes, there was an altercation in the cafeteria between myself and Tobias of Group 7. What caused the fight, I will not say, but, and I’m glad to say that, he will make a full recovery.” He very deliberately ignored Fran who was sitting next to Aaron. “Next, we all know why we’re here. We need a council, a senate, some form of leadership to address disputes among our groups.”
“You mean for those occasions where one person attacks another after fucking the other person’s girlfriend?” Fran asked forcing Frank to acknowledge her presence.
“You want to go there?” Frank shrugged, “Fine.” He turned to address the rest of the group. “If Person A bumps into and fucks Person B and Person B does not mention being in a relationship with Person C, and Person C attacks Person A, that is the exact type of situation that would need to be addressed by the ruling body, or else it gets dropped into a meat grinder and blown out of proportion.”
“And I presume that you want on the ruling body?”
“Absolutely not,” Frank said, “I hate politics.”
“Besides,” James said from above them, “Frank will be too busy interacting with us ‘Big’ people to be party to any council function.”
“I thought you were strictly an observer?” Frank asked.
“I am simply making an observation.” He shrugged.
“And who said that I was going to be the go-between for you?”
James pointed at him. “You did, yesterday when your compatriots were angry and threatening me with, minimal, bodily harm, you remained calm and in your seat.”
Frank shrugged, “One more angry voice wasn’t going to solve anything, and besides, if you were being honest with us, then you did us a solid by bringing us here.” He returned his attention to the others. “So, now, the burden falls to you. Get to work.” He walked back down the tunnel and climbed into his vehicle.
After a few minutes, he realized he hadn’t vocalized a destination. “Home,” he said as he slouched down in the seat and leaned his head back against the head rest.
As the vehicle slowed to a stop, Frank sat up, realizing that being around other people was the last thing he wanted.
“Computer,” he said, “what’s on the floor above the cafeteria?”
“A botanical garden,” came the response.
“Perfect,” he said. “Take me there.”
Ten minutes later, the vehicle slowed and pulled off to the side onto a gravel plot. Surrounding him were trees similar to ones he’d seen in parks outside San Francisco. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the vehicle. He saw a foot path through the underbrush, and followed it.
After a few minutes of peaceful hiking, he found himself stepping into a clearing.
What he saw in that clearing stunned him. He was looking at an olympic sized pool with a high and low diving platforms at one end, and at the other were two water slides of varying heights. On the concrete around the pool were dozens of chaise lounges.
“Will you be swimming today?” A familiar, English-accented voice said from Frank’s left. He looked over and did a double take.
“Doc?” He asked. “I didn’t know you could shrink?”
She smiled, “I’m not Doctor Rebecca Aaronson,” she said. “When they realized that you were going to be as small as you are, she took a DNA sample of herself, altered the genetics to match yours and voila!” She spread her arms. “Here I am.”
Frank looked her up and down as she spoke. She had long red hair, which he wouldn’t have noticed on her giant counterpart, her pale, alabaster skin looked flawless and contrasted nicely to her emerald green bikini top and the scarlet sarong tied loosely around her waist.
“So, you up for a dip?” She asked.
He shrugged. “No swimsuit.”
“Well, if you’re shy,” she grinned, “there are swimsuits in the bathhouse behind that stand of trees. If you’re not, well, there’s no rules against skinny dipping.” She winked. “And from what I’ve seen, you’ve nothing to be shy about.”
“What do you mean ‘from what you’ve seen’?”
“We have video surveillance in all the public areas. And,” she shook her head, “what we’ve seen from the cafeteria, you rank in the ‘Oh My God’ category.”
Frank blushed, “You think so?”
“Hell yes,” she sounded sincere. “I can’t tell you how many times I came watching you fuck that girl from Seventeen.” She stepped close to him. “I could almost feel you cock deep inside me.” She traced the outline of his freshly erect cock with her slender fingers.
He wrapped her in his arms and began a deep, passionate kiss. While his lips and tongue were busy with hers, she reached up and activated his suit button, letting the silvery material fall to the grassy ground, and his hands moved up her silky back to the bikini ties just below her shoulder blades.
As rthe strings loosened and fell, he moved down her neck leaving a trail of kisses down her throat. He moved the bikini top so that it hung between her grapefruit sized breasts and he began sucking and teasing her left nipple while she ran her fingers through his hair and threw her head back in pleasure.
She, reluctantly, pulled his head away from her breast and led him to the pool here she set him on one of the chaise lounges.
Standing between him and the pool, she untied her sarong, tossed it to her right, then she turned to show theat her bikini bottom was actually a thong before untieing the side strings and throwing them after the sarong.
She stepped backward until her pussy was directly over his erect cock.
“I want to eat that pussy,” Frank said. “I love pussies of redheads. They taste so good.”
“We’ll have time for pussy-eating and cock-sucking later.” She reached down, grabbed his cock at it’s base and made it stand straight up while she lowered herself onto it.
He gripped the arms of the lounge chair as waves of pleasure from her tight pussy washed over him.
She reached behind her with her right hand and placed it on his chest. She, then, began bouncing up and down pistonng herself on his cock.
He reached out with his hands to grip her waist, but she swatted them away.
“I’ll do this, thank you,” she said over her shoulder, “you just lay back and relax.”
She began moaning and thrashing her head around as she slammed her body onto his cock. Soon he felt her juices running down his cock and across his balls before dripping onto the concrete beneath the lounge chair.
As her breathing returned to normal, she lay back against his chest. “My God in Heaven,” she breathed, “that was better than y fantasy.”
“My turn,” Frank said as he began pulling on her nipples. She stood up on one side of the lounge and he quickly stood and walked behind her.
“How do you want me?” She asked. He gently pushed between her shoulder blades while he let his fingers play in her ginger pubic bush.
“Like this,” he said as he slid twon fingers into her, still dripping, pussy from behind.
“Oohh,” she moaned as she moved her feet apart. “Are you going to fuck my pussy? Or my ass?” She asked.
“Whichever one I want.” He answered as he moved his fingers from her pussy to her ass and slid his cock into her pussy.
While he slowly pumped into her pussy, he slid his fingers deeper into her ass.
She put her left foot up onto the chaise lounge, and he followed her example and soon was getting even deeper into her wet pussy. He pulled his fingers out of her ass and, gripping her waist began pumping furiously into her pussy.
“That’s right,” she grunted. “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am.” She pushed back to meet his forward thrusts. “Oh, yes,” she moaned, “I’m a naughty girl.”
Frank wasn’t sure if it was the words the mini-clone of the Doc was saying or the English accent, but without warning, he felt his balls tighten and his cock expand as he shot his load into her pussy.
As he sent the last load into her, he felt her juices squirt out and cover his cock and balls again, causing her to scream in pleasure.
He waited until her pussy quit squeezing his cock before he finally pulled out of her.
He plopped on the lounge behind him and promptly fell asleep.
He didn’t know how long he’d been out, but a wet sensation on his cock woke him up. He opened his eyes and looked down to see he was dressed in his silvery suit and his crotch was dark with moisture.
He looked around and saw, not the amazing botanical garden he’d been in, but the door to his group’s quarters.
He shook his head as he carefully stepped out of the vehicle. “That was one hell of a dream,” he said as he stepped inside., thankful that no one saw him.
“Hey, Frank,” Lilly said from her bed as he walked in. He looked over and saw Lilly sitting crosslegged and naked on her bed and a young lady, also naked, sat crosslegged on ‘Tima’s bed. Judging from facial features alone, he could tell that this was Lilly’s sister. A theory that was proven a moment later. “This is my sister, Kimiko.”
Frank was instantly mortified, “Hello, Kimiko,” he said. “I’d come over and shake your hand, but I need to get cleaned up.” He stepped into the bathroom. “Lilly, can I see you for a second?”
“You can see me longer than that,” she giggled as she trotted into the bathroom. “What’s up?” She faced Frank and noticed the dark splotch at Frank’s crotch, “what happened?”
“Later,” he said turning on the hot water in the shower. “I’m not against family paying us a visit, but why is she naked?”
“Well, she showed up a couple of hours ago, and she started talking about the guys, and gal, in her group. I told her about you guys, and,” she looked down at the floor, “one thing led to another and suddenly we were sixty-nining.”
Frank, who’d already stripped off his suit, used ‘adjusting the water temperature’ as an excuse to hide his growing erection.
“And she’s here still?”
“Yeah,” Lilly said, “she wants to fuck you.”
“Wouldn’t that make you jealous?” Frank asked.
“Not if I were to join you,” Lilly smiled.
He shook his head in wonder, “Give me five minutes.”
She kissed him on the lips, “Thanks, Frank.” She darted out of the room as he stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed.
As he washed off, his mind kept returning to the very vivid, very effective wet dream. As he lost himself in the details, he absently began stroking his cock.
His body thrilled at the slick sensation of his soapy hand sliding along the shaft of his cock.
A knock at the door broke into his memory.
“‘Bout done, Frank?” Lilly asked.
“Yeah,” he quickly rinsed off and turned off the water. He stepped out onto the bathroom floor and dried off. Soon he was walking through the door.
He walked over to where Lilly was sitting next to Kimiko. He extended his hand.
“Kimiko,” He said, “it is my honor to meet you.” He grently pulled on her hand, causing her to stand. “I understand that Lilly has been embellishing the truth.”
Kimiko smiled, “Please, call me Kimi, and,” she took Frank’s erecet cock into her hand, “from where I stand she wasn’t honest enough.”
Lilly, entranced by her sister’s hand on Frank’s cock, slid off the bed and knelt on the floor where her hand joined Kimi’s.
Kimi quickly joined her sister as Frank’s feet and slowly licked the under side of his cock. Lilly began sucking on his balls.
Frank closed his eyes, nearly swooned, and sat down on ‘Tima’s bed. As quick as a flash Kimi was on the bed to Frank’s left and Lilly was was on Frank’s right.
“Hold on, Lilly,” Frank said, “Why don’t you sit on your bed and let me and your sister get acquainted.” Frank pushed Kimi down onto her back and put his head between her legs.
He breathed in the heady aroma of her arousal as he pulled her pussy lips apart to expose her tiny, but erect clit. He ran his tongue around it and sucked it into his mouth as he slid first one finger, then a second, into her pussy.
While he played and nibbled with her clit, he wiggled his fingers in her hole, visualizing where her g-spot was located, by the way her breath caught, and by the way she clutched his head, he judged he was doing something right.
While her sister was trying to crush Frank’s head between her thigh’s, Lilly walked around ‘Tima’s bed, crawled under it and swallowed Frank’s cock until his balls smacked her chin.
Frank almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Lilly’s mouth on his cock, but he returned his attention to Kimi’s pussy, putting every thought into pleasuring the little Asian woman.
Even with Frank taking his time, sucking her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, pulling on it with his teeth, it didn’t take long for Kimi to feel her orgasm to break over her like a tidal wave. She felt her juices squirt out of her and into Frank’s mouth.
“Fuck me,” Kimi said, breathlessly, “I need to feel you in me.”
Frank sat back on his heels, forcing his cock out of Lilly’s mouth, and wiped his mouth and chin with his right hand. As he stood, he stroked his cock with his lubricated hand. He almost came at the thought of Kimi’s juices mixing with her sister’s saliva. He stepped around the foot of the bed, waited impatiently for Kimi to scoot around and positioned the head of his cock just inside the entrance of her wet pussy.
He began pumping his hips just enough to keep the head in between the pussy lips.
“Deeper,” Kimi begged, “please, fuck me hard.”
“Oh, I will,” Frank smiled, “but when I’m ready.” He slid in deeper a little bit more and repeted the pumping procedure. He watched as Lilly crawled out from under the bed and sit on her bed. She pulled her right leg up onto the bed so that Frank could have a good view of her pussy, and began running her fingers along her pussy slit.
Lost in instinct, Frank rammed his cock all the way into Kimi’s pussy, all the while not taking his eyes off of Lilly’s pussy. Suddenly, he leaned over Kimi, slipped his arms under her, picked her up, spun around, while licking her nipples, and lay down on the bed.
Kimi sat up and began grinding her hips on his cock. Frank motioned Lilly over, “I want to eat that pussy.” Lilly climbed on the bed and straddled Frank’s head, facing her sister.
While Frank ran his tongue across Lilly’s clit, he moved his hands up her stomach and began pinching and pulling on her nipples. Suddenly his hands were fighting for dominance with another set of hands, so he moved a hand toward his crotch where he felt another hand already there playing with Kimi’s clit.
Suddenly, Lilly sprayed her juice into his mouth at the same time as that Kimi squirted all over his cock and balls, and he shot his load deep into Kimi’s spasming pussy.
Lilly climbed off of Frank’s face, drops of pussy juice hitting him on the nose, his right eye and several hit his forehead. Kimi slumped forward onto Frank’s bare chest and casually licked his chin clean of the pussy juice that didn’t make it into his mouth.
Frank sighed as his delflated cock slid out of Kimi’s pussy and it rested comfortably against the crack of her ass.
Sometime later, how much time Frank didn’t know as he realized that he’d falled asleep, a soft beeping and a blinking yellow light caught his attention.
He untangled himself from Kimi and moved toward the seperate bedroom.
“Frank Patterson, Group 19, leader.” He said before being prompted.
The yellow light dissipated and the video monitor hanging from the ceiling spun to face him.
The face on the screen made him blush. “Hey, Doc,” he said.
“Frank,” she said, her accented voice sending a charge through him and his cock twitched slightly, a fact that was either unnoticed or ignored by the woman on the screen. “You were asking about weapons.”
“Yeah, you said they were in development.”
“Well, we have the first prototype if you’d be interested in testing it.”
“I’ll get dressed and be right there.” He pulled a clean silvery suit from his wardrobe and pulled it on.
As he turned to leave the room, he noticed the video screen suddenly went dark. He grinned as he walked through by the sleeping sisters and through the external door.
He climbed into the waiting two seater. “Lab,” he said as he settled against the back of the seat. The vehicle sped down the thoroughfare and within a few minutes arrived in the lab.
Standing next to the, for lack of a better word, depot was Doc.
“What’s up, Doc?” Frank said as he stepped from the vehicle.
She set her hand on the shelf. “We have the weapon, and a couple of other toys, set up for you over across the room.”
Frank looked up at her. “You gonna drop me again?” He said with a grin.
She grinned back. “No, but if you don’t hurry, I’ll throw you.”
Frank stepped onto her hand and settled on her palm with crossed-legs. A sense of vertigo washed over him as she lifted her hand.
“So, Doc,” he said as she turned to head across the lab, “you never did tell me your name.”
“Rebecca Aaronson.” She said.
Frank nearly fell over backwards.
“What?” Doc asked.
“Nothing,” Frank lied. “What kind of weapon did you cook up for us?”
“A particle beam weapon, very similar to a prop used on a popular sci-fi show here in our dimension,” she lowered her hand onto another shelf and Frank stepped off. A dozen or so feet away stood a table with a gray rifle and pistol sitting and awaiting use.
He walked over to the table as Doc started to discuss the weapons, “There are multiple settings ranging from stun to complete disintegration. The beam can be set wide for crowd control or narrow for more precise shots.”
He picked up the rifle, “Looks like a phaser rifle from Star Trek,” he said. “Where are the targets?” He asked.
“Against the wall to your left.”
“Not an outside wall is it?” He asked as he targeted a mannequin type target, “I’d really hate to depressureize the lab.”
“No, the outside bulkhead is three compartments to your right.”
“Good,” his finger carressed the firing stud and a scafrlet beam lanced out and set the mannequin on fire. “Maximum setting, good.” He set the rifle down, “no recoil, but no surprise there.”
“Why is that not a surprise?”
“No compressed gas, no gun powder or mini explosions to propel a bullet out the barrel.” He picked up the pistol and adjusted the setting to the lowest one. He turned and fired at another target. A blue beam hit the mannequin on the chest. It rocked backward slightly then righted itself. “Very nice,” he returned the pistol to the table. “What else?”
“We’ve got a shuttle your size that can be used for exploratory missions in case we find a planet that might support life.”
“That’ll come in handy,” Frank said. “How about normal clothes?”
“What’s wrong with your suits?”
“Nothing,” Frank said, “I personally love it, but someone may want to wear jeans and a t-shirt someday.”
She made a note on the clipboard she always carried. “We’ll work on it. Anything else?”
“Well, I do have a couple of ideas, but I’m going to wait until the council is set up first.”
She nodded, “Makes sense.”
“Let me run something past you,” he sat up on the table, “but, first, where are you on genetic alteration?”
“Not as advanced as we are with hardware, why?”
Frank took a deep breath and told her about the dream, minus a few details, that he had in the vehicle. “Which is why I damn near fainted when you told me your name.”
Her brow creased thoughtfully, “I thought I’d introduced myself that first day.”
Frank shook his head, “Nope.”
“But, how did your subconscious know to use my name?”
“I don’t know,” Frank shook his head. “But, I do have a question that I think you’ll be able to answer.”
For the next couple of hours, Doc gave Frank a crash course on his new home and how to operate key systems.
Later, as the vehicle carried him back toward the cafeteria, a yellow square on his right cuff blinked. He touched it, “Hello?”
The yellow square turned into a miniature video screen displaying the face of Aaron Ramsey.
“Hey, Frank,” he smiled. “Where are you?”
“Heading to the cafeteria.”
“Good, I’m already there.”
“What’s going on, Aaron?”
“The council has been decided and we have things that need to be discussed with the Big People.”
“I’ll be there in a few mintues,” Frank disconnected and sighed. “It begins,” he said to the wind whipped up by his passing.
A few minutes later, he stepped out in the cafeteria and saw a group of seven sitting together.
As he approached the bank of food dispensers, several people broke away from the group and approached him, with Aaron in the lead.
“So,” Aaron said, “what did you learn while you were with the Big People?”
Frank looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Really?” He asked. He put a tray in the wall. “Ribeye steak, well done, one inch thick, baked potato extra butter and sour cream.” Frank ignored the group around him while he waited for his food. The computer beeped, he pulled out his tray of food, realizing too late that he forgot a drink, and moved to a table.
“If you learn something about our situation or something that can help us, you need to tell us.” Aaron said as he sat to Frank’s right.
Frank took a bite of his steak. It nearly melted in his mouth. He was almost done with his meal when he acknowledged Aaron’s statement.
“The only thing I need to do is set the ground rules of our relationship as it pertains to the Big People.” He pushed the, now, empty plate and tray away from him. “Would you like to do this here? Or in the meeting-slash-assembly-slash-fighting room?” He raised his voice so that they could all hear him.. Without waiting for their answer, Frank walked over to his vehicle and climbed in. “Arena,” he said to the onboard computer.
When the others arrived, Frank was already standing in the middle of the room.
As everyone sat down, Frank said, “First off introductions are in order.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “You obviously know who I am, so, Aaron, if you would start?”
“I’m Aaron Ramsey, group 1.”
Next to Aaron, a woman with long black hair and a figure to make any super-model jealous, stood, “I’m Xanthia Dixon, group 12.”
A strawberry blonde stood next. Frank noticed that all the women he’d seen were sexier than Hell while the men were so-so, a good thing too since he was more interested in pussy than cock. “I’m Gaea McCoy, group 23.”
A man stood next, “Tag Freeman, group 34.”
A woman with short blonde hair stood. “Kali Malone, group 45.” She gave Frank a wink.
The last two men were Mike Evans and Nachman Malone of groups 56 and 67, respectively.
“Now that we have the pleasantries out of the way,” Frank said, “allow me to begin, first off, I’m the liason with the Big People, not your spy. Anything that I learn from them, I will relay to you when that information becomes pertnant. Second off,” he had to raise his voice to be heard. “Second off, on the topic of the Big People, I do not answer to you, not you to me. I’m not the type of person who would ust this position to dominate, that’s too slippery a slope. Now,” he held his hands out. “Your turn.”
* * *
As she watched her little friend drive down the tunnel, Dr. Rebecca Aaronson sighed.
Behind her, her friend and superior, James, coughed politely.
She turned, “Yes?”
“Are you going to tell him?”
“Tell him what?” Her already pale skin, which was universally synonimus with red heads, blanched further. “That we have a device that will allow us to enter their dreams? That he had sex with me and not some figment of his imagination?”
“No, that you’re in love with him.”
“Me?” She scoffed as she moved across the room and into a room with a bank of monitors along the wall to her left. Her eyes roamed the wall until she found the monitor showing the Little People’s cafeteria. “I’m not in love with him.” She priotested to James as she manipulated the controls to focus on Frank’s table.
“Obsessed is more like.” James said under his breath.
“Not even close.” She retorted.
“Really?” He pointed to the monitor, “then what’s this?”
“He’s our liason with the Little People, I’m making sure he’s safe and secure.”
“You saw how he handled that bloke this morning.”
“Yes, I did,” she didn’t mention that she saw more than that. She watched as Frank left the view of the camera.
“Then you know that this is more than just a security watch.” He took her by her shoulders and turned her away from the monitors. “Take a couple of days off, relax.” He smiled, “maybe we can get back to where we were before they woke up.”
She smiled and looked down at the floor. “I’d like that, James.” She stood on her tip toes and let her lips brush his. “Meet me in my quarters in fifteen minutes.” She turned and strode from the room.
As she left the lab and stepped into the lift, her smile turned into a scowl.
A few minutes later, James stepped into her quarters and stopped short. Sitting on a couch in front of him was Rebecca wearing a see-through emerald green negligee and a smile.
He immediately felt his cock grow and enlarge with pleasure.
She stood and walked up to him, making sure to roll her hips with every step.
“Oh, Becky,” James said, “you look fabulous.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down and into a passionate kiss. He put his arms around her waist and let his hands wander down to grip her ass cheeks.
While her tongue danced against his, Rebecca unbuttoned his shirt and pulled up out of his brown slacks, then she started to work on his belt. After it came loose, she fell to her knees and unzipped his pants. As his cock came into view she kissed and licked the head.
James felt his knees buckle as his pants fell to his ankles and his cock disappeared into Rebecca’s mouth.
“Oh, God,” he moaned as he forced his knees to straighten. “You always did know how to suck a cock.”
With an audible pop, she pulled his cock out of her mouth. “I know how to fuck, too.” She smiled as she gripped his cock in her hand and lead him into her bedroom. As he followed her, he kicked his shoes and pants off the side and dropped his shirt to the other.
Beside the bed, she turned and removed her see through teddy and fell back onto the bed.
“Ravage me,” she said, “you know how I like it.”
He fell to his knees, wrapped his arms around her legs and planted his face into her moist pussy.
He rubbed his nose against her clit while he shoved his tongue into her hole.
She bounced her hips against his mouth as she felt her orgasm wash over her. “Yes,” she screamed, “yes, eat my pussy.” Her scream reached shriek status as her juices sprayed over his face.
As her orgasm continued, she locked her legs around around his head and continued rubbing her pussy against his face, totally oblivious to his attempts to pry her legs apart. When she finally stopped cumming, she opened her legs and let James fall backwards onto the floor.
She sat up and looked into his glassy, unblinking gaze. “No one’s going to take Frank away from me.” She said as she moved toward the bathroom.
* * *
After a couple of grueling hours of listening to bickering back and forth about what each councilor considred to be important, Frank climbed into his mag, as he’s taken to call the vehicles since they seemed to work on some sort magnetic propulsion system.
Before he could mention a destination, Rebecca’s face appeared on on the mag’s video screen.
“Doc?” He asked, seeing her tear streaked face. “What’s wrong?”
“James is dead,” she said as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Where are you?” Frank asked, “I’ll come to you.”
“In my quarters, you can’t get here,” she sniffed, ducked out of view only to return with a tissue. “I’ll meet you in the lab.”
“I’m on my way.” Frank said as the screen went dark. “Lab,” he said to the mag.
Within ten minutes, Frank was steppng out of the mag in the, now familiar, lab.
As he approached the edge of the shelf, Rebecca came runnng up while tugging on her lab coat.
“Sorry I’m late, Frank,” she said as she sat her hand onto the shelf.
“No problem,” Frank said as he sat on her palm. “Is there someplace we can talk?”
“Yeah,” she sniffed. “We’ll go back to my flat.” She lowered her hand toward her pocket. “Climb in.”
With a perplexed expression, he slid into her pocket and settled into the bottom.
As she moved around, he heard her talk to several people, but the pocket muffled the voices. Periodically, she’d slip her hand into her pocket and deposit something into his lap. First it was the pistol that he’d fired earlier, that was followed by the rifle and a metal cylinder about a foot and a half long with an opening at one end and a button about an inch from the hole.
The last thing she slipped him was a tablet sized device. As he wondered at these gifts, the tablet lit up and Rebecca’s face was displayed.
“Doc,” Frank said, “what’s going on?”
“Patience, Luv,” she whispered. “I’ll explain everything when we’re at my flat.” The tablet went dark.
A few minutes later, Rebecca’s hand reappeared and gently gatheres him and his new possessions into her palm and pulled him out. She set him onto a cushioned surface the size of a dozen football fields.
“Welcome to my bedroom.” Rebecca said sitting down near him.
“Wow,” he said surveying his surroundings. “I feel positively puny.”
“Believe me,” she said, slipping her shoes off, “perportionally speaking, you are not puny.” She stood and slipped out of her lab coat which she tossed over a chair.
“So,” Frank said sitting Indian style on the bed, “how did James die?”
“He drowned.” She undid her jeans and slid them over her hips, exposing her lacey white thong panties.
Frank couldn’t help himself, he stared at the Big woman as she stripped in front of him. He felt his cock harden.
“So, he was in a swimming pool? Or was he in a tub?”
“No, he was right here,” she unbuttoned her white shirt and pulled it off, tossing it onto her lab coat, He stared at her mountain sized tits, barely contained by her white lace bra.
“Here? In your flat?”
“Yes,” she bent over to remove her panties, “specifically, here in my bedroom.”
Frank began stroling himself through the shiney silver material.
“How could a man drown in a room with no water?” Frank asked not taking his eyes off of Rebecca’s bare ass, or the glimpse of her pussy he caught as she bent over.
She stood and removed her bra, which joined her shirt and lab coat, “Simple,” she stretched out onto the bed and looked at him. “He was eating my pussy, and when I came I locked my legs around his head.” She smiled at Frank. “Now, no one will keep us apart.”
He stopped stroking his cock. “Say what?”
“Don’t you see?” She said excitedly, “he was going to keep us apart,” she ran a hand over her right breast and down over her stomach. “I knew I couldn’t let that happen. I knew from the moment that your cock shot its load into me yesterday that we would be together forever.” She turned over on her side so that Frank could see her fingers disappearing into her pussy. The smell of her arousal nearly intoxicated him.
“We never had sex.” Frank said, almost against his will he reached up and hit the button on his collar. He fell over himself getting the suit off.
“Yes we did,” she sighed as her thmb touched her clit, “by the pool in the botanical gardens.”
“But that was just a wet dream,” Frank sat back onto his elbows as he watched Rebecca finger herself.
“I have a device,” she moaned, “talk dirty to me,” she sighed. “I wanna cum for you.”
“Look at you, you dirty nasty girl,” he said as he stroked himself again. “Finger fucking yourself for me. You like that, huh? You want to cum for me?”
“Yes, oh God, yes.”
“Don’t you dare,” Frank ordered.
Rebecca whimpered.
“You’ll cum when I tell you to,” he stood and walked over to her while he stroked his cock. “You’ll cum only after I do.” he grunted and shot a load of cum onto her tit. “Now, you keep fingering yourself and don’t cum,” he trotted over to his suit and pulled it on. After it was secure, he pushed the activator on his right wrist.
She was lost in the throes of her endless orgasm when she heard the words she longed for. “Do it, cum for me, show me what you did to James.”
With a scream she let her juices flow down her legs in great torrential floods.
As she calmed down, she opened her eyes and smiled at Frank. The sight that met her eyes made her smile disappear.
“What’s going on?” She asked.
“These gentleman are here to arrest you for the murder of James.”
“What?” She said, “How?”
“While I was in the lab,” Frank said, “I struck up a conversation with one of your associates who confirmed that James’ body turned up in the pool, but he was naked. Turns out that James is an excellent swimmer, and very modest. So it was obvious, to me at least, that he was murderd.”
“But, you were supposed to understand,” she screeched as the security officers flipped her over and zip tied her hands together. She kept screaming as she was hauled out of the room.
After the door shut behind her, a man in a lab coat walked up. “How did you know it was her?” His un-accented voice, at first sounded weird.
“You told me,” Frank said as he gathered the devices that Rebecca had given him.
“I did?” He set down a padded tray.
Frank nodded. “You were the one who told me that there was a history between them, and, it was you who told me that Rebecca laft a few minutes before James did and that James’ body was discovered just before I showed up in the lab, yet Rebecca called me five minutes before hand? And in tears?” Frank tossed the items into the tray and jumped in after them. “And fake tears on top of everything else? I don’t think so.”
The man picked up the tray. “And you know they were fake how?”
“I was a short order cook for three years before coming here, I knoe onion tears when I see them.”
Frank held up the metal cylinder, “So, Doc, what’s this?”
“You press the button and a blade of energy appears.”
“A lightsaber?” Frank asked, “this is a fucking lightsaber?”
The man smiled. “That would be correct, if we had permission to call them that, but the original creator of ‘lightsabers’ patented the word. For now we call them ‘laser swords’.”
“By the way,” Frank said looking up from the device to the blonde man carrying him. “What’s your name?”
“Isaac.”
“Well, Isaac,” Frank smiled. “I hope you’re straight, I don’t think I could handle another obsessed stalker.”
Isaac chuckled. “No worries, not only am I straight, but I have a wife and two kids.”
“Right on,” Frank settled into the padding and picked up the I-Pad looking device. “Can I hang on to this?”
Isaac shrugged. “You can keep all of it,” he said. “It was James’ intention that you get the prototypes.”
“Sweet,” Frank smiled. “Now, not too long ago, I made mention to Doctor Psycho the need to have different clothes,” Frank quickly accessed a word processing type of program on the device and made a note. “Something else that was brought up at our first council meeting was the possibility of different accomidations.”
“Your current rooms are unsatisfactory?” Isaac asked.
“Oh, no,” Frank said, “don’t misunderstand, our current quarters are perfect, for sleeping and fucking, but there are times when we want to entertain without the implication of pending sex. So, we’d like quarters that include a living room, maybe a kitchen with a couple of those food dispensers.”
Isaac nodded, “Shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Good,” Frank set the tablet aside as a thought occurred to him. “Professor Quackers mentioned a device that she had,” he said.
“What did the device do?”
“I’m not sure, but she had mentioned details of a very explicit dream I’d had.”
As Isaac listend, they stepped into the lab. “I think I know what device she used.” He set the tray down on the nearest table. “Franklin,” he called out.
“What?” Frank answered as a young woman with blonde pixie cut hair ran up.
Isaac looked at Frank.
“Sorry, my full given name is Franklin.” He smiled.
Isaac turned back to the young woman.
“I need an inventory count of all dream devices.”
“Yes, sir.” She spun on her heel and moved across the room.
“If you don’t mind,” Frank said, “I’d like to go spend time with people my own size for a while.”
“Don’t mind at all,” Isaac said, taking the tray and moving it to the shelf where Frank’s vehicle sat waiting for him.
Frank stepped out of the tray and tossed the weapons into the floor board of the vehicle. “You need me,” Frank said, “you know how to find me.” He sat in the vehicle and said, “Home.”
The mag shot down the tube and away from the lab.
Ten minutes later, the mag slowed to a stop in front of his quarters. He climbed out, gathered the weapons and table and went inside.
“Where have you been?” ‘Tima asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “We have been so worried about you.”
“Let me put these up and I’ll tell you everything.” He said as he untangled himself from her embrace.
“Are those guns?” Lilly asked as he moved toward his portion of the room.
“Yep, prototypes,” he deposited the rifle and pistol into the wardrobe and returned to his three group mates.
He sat on the edge of one bed as the three girls sat on the next bed facing him, and he began, reluctantly, at some points, to tell them everything, from his explicit dream to when he’d walked into the room a few minutes before.
“So,” ‘Tima said when he’d finished, “this psycho doctor developed a fatal attraction to you and James paid the price.”
Frank nodded.
“And you jacked off on her tits?” Daisu sounded shocked.
“I had to stall her until security could arrest her.” Frank said, “but, that whole, ugly episode is behind us.” He stood. “Time to move forward.” He looked at ‘Tima, “How’s Tobias doing?”
She smiled, “Fully regenerated,” she said, “even his teeth, you know, the ones you knocked out?, have grown back.”
“Good,” he sighed. “I need to talk to him.” He stood. “Communications,” the video screen slid down from the ceiling, “group 7.”
The screen brightened and an image of a woman with straight black hair that fell past her bare shoulders. “Hi, Frank,” the woman said. “This is Dahlia, leader group 7. How can I help you?”
“I need to speak to Tobias,” Frank said, “is he available?”
“Uh,” she moved to her left and Frank could see Tobias, kneeling on all fours with a blonde woman underneath him sucking his cock and a guy with brown hair fucking him up the ass. “Not right now.”
“Okay, when he’s finished have him contact me.”
“Will do.” The screen went dark.
“So,” Frank said as he turned around. “That’s what two guys fucking looks like.”
“You want to try don’t you?” Daisy asked with a grin.
“Uh, no,” Frank scoffed.
“Your voice says ‘no’,” ‘Tima said.
“But, you’re cock says ‘Fuck me’.” Lilly finished.
He looked down at his erection as it strained against the silvery material. “Traitor,” he said under his breath.
Just as Frank reached up to press the button to loosen his suit and pleasure himself on any of the three ready, willing and able women in front of him, Isaac’s voice cut through the hidden speakers in the room.