Message-ID: <22208asstr$947380201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: dino@canoemail.com (Dino Dave) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Lines: 1385 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2000 10:25:19 EST Subject: {ASSM} RP. Asteroid, Mine by Dino (part 2/4) (ScFi, M/F, F/F, BDSM, barefoot) - asteroid.3-4 [1/1] Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2000 20:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, newsman STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction intended for a mature audience. It contains sexually explicit scenes, course language and violence. Parental guidance is advised. Feel free to distribute this work freely, provided it remains unchanged, with credit given to the author. Please download and enjoy it! All I ask is that you e-mail myself with comments or questions. I can be reached at dino@canoemail.com [part 2/4] --=-- Asteroid, Mine [chapter 3] I picked an area of town at random, then got off to find myself in a somewhat seedy part of town. As I walked down the street I felt right at home. This seemed to be the industrial sector, the faint metallic smell in the air hinting at activities inside the brick buildings lining the road. Men were streaming from one place, shift change, I thought. I stopped one rather sour looking gentleman and asked where a good place to eat was. He looked me over from head to toe, my toe rings glinting in the afternoon sun. His face brightened a little and he looked up and pointed to a nearby corner. "Pat's bar, if you like hot and spicy." he said. "There's a fish joint on the next block that ain't half bad." I thanked him. The fresh food hadn't upset me yet so I thought I'd press my luck and try Pat's. Dusty windows, even sawdust spread on the floor. I ordered a beer and from the menu, scrawled on a chalk board, hot and sour soup, curried lamb, and a rice noodle dish. I took my beer to a table by the wall. There were a few men and women in the bar, just getting off work, or waiting to go on. I drank my beer, trying not to seem like a tourist, although in my bare feet I didn't exactly fit in with the crowd. I toyed with the sawdust under the table. I caught the barkeep's attention and pointed to my empty mug. A full one was brought over, heady and ice cold. They must have a pipe direct to the brewery. My lunch arrived and I dug in. The soup was hot, and sour, sufficiently so to bring a tear to a glass eye. The lamb was great, the noodles spicy, and with big chunks of chicken. I finished it all, washing the food down with two more frosty mugs of the wonderful beer. The men in the bar had stopped looking at me. Apparently I seemed to fit in after all. I paid for the meal, glancing at a map of the town pinned to the wall. The spaceport was just two streets over. I thought I'd walk over and take a look before heading back to the Lambda bar. When I came to a laneway between two factories I cut through. I was near the other end when a rough hand grabbed me around my throat, pulling me over to the side. I felt the blade of a knife press against my back. "Gimme your wallet." the man said. I only had my cash card, the key card to my shuttle, and some loose change in my pocket, but that's not the point, is it. Working in low gravity you need to do regular exercise to keep fit, and I spent a lot of my free time in the grav gym on base. Too much of my free time, actually. I also had some training in self defence, although I had never had occasion to put it to use. The schlub who'd grabbed me seemed blissfully unaware of all that. Slowly I dug in my pocket to let a few coins spill out and clatter on the pavement. I felt buddy move as he let his eyes follow the rolling coins. Lightning fast I drove my elbow into his stomach, then sprang to my right. His knife slashed the air where I had been millisecond before, his arm, meeting no resistance, swung in a wide arc. Before the poor slob had a chance to recover his balance my foot lashed out, then back, but not before delivering a crushing blow to his nuts. The man dropped slowly to his knees and slumped forward. As a final insult I dove in to two hand chop the back of his neck. He went down like a bag of hammers, his knife spinning from his limp fingers, landing before me. As I bent to pick up the change I'd dropped I noticed the cheap knife, low carbon steel. Looser, I thought. Serves him right. I didn't think I killed him, I thought, as I walked away, but if I had I'd probably done him a favour. There's plenty of honest work around here that no one should have to roust sweet innocent girls like me for cash cards. I left my friend slumped over in the alley. I had heard him groan so I expected he would live to die another day. The spaceport bordered the next street over, but the gate was far on the other side, and I had lost interest in hanging around here. I watched the passenger shuttles take off for a while, hauling people up to the big transports in orbit. Then I caught a bus at the corner heading for Fleet street. The bus let me off a few blocks up from the bar. I stopped in a record store along the way, picking up some of the discs that I liked from Peter's collection and arranged for delivery to my hotel. A little farther down was a sex shop which I looked around in, nervously handling the finely crafted leather things they had there. I picked up a thin black leather strap which fit nicely around my wrist. The snap fastener had an ingeniously hidden mechanism which required a small key to be fitted underneath to open it. I picked out two of them, the colour going well with the shirt I was wearing. At the counter the girl showed me how the snaps closed and opened even though I had already figured it out myself. She clipped off the tags, then put one on each of my wrists, snapping them closed and handing me the tiny keys. After I paid her I walked outside, feeling a little self conscious for a while, until I noticed that no one was really paying any attention to the two straps, leather cuffs, on me. The spicy food I had eaten earlier was beginning to make it's effect known on my stomach so I stopped in a little cafe and had some green tea with a light pastry bun that helped to settle things down. After a while I left the tea shop to walk the last block to the Lambda bar. At the bar I ordered a brown cow, easy on the Kahlua, then found a quiet corner to relax in. The band on stage was just finishing their set, more modern stuff this time but after a short pause another group took over, a jazz band, oldies from early twentieth century. The tea I'd had earlier, plus the smooth fresh milk settled my stomach nicely and I began to get into the rhythms coming from the stage nearby. A little while later I heard a voice call my name as Mark made his way to my table to join me. He was admiring my tee shirt so I shook my tits underneath, making the starfield time shift, a trick that always cracks me up when I do it in the mirror. That did get a laugh out of him. Mark told me that the ship his group had chartered for the survey had been unavailable due to nav-com problems so he had to take the mag lev to the south to do his readings in the desert region. He talked a little of the beauty of the arid lands which circled the planet at it's equator and was disappointed that he was only able to explore a small part of it with the land vehicle he'd been able to hire. I would have liked to see more of the planet myself but my shuttle wasn't authorised for atmospheric flight. I mentioned to Mark that I had my own shuttle to which he said that his group could get permission for me to fly him and his partner to do his survey. I would be well compensated for my time as well as the use of my ship, he said. Although I wasn't hard up for credits the extra cash would be welcome, and I would get to see sights I wouldn't have ordinarily. "We could lift off at dawn." he said. "There is a research station in the north, near the pole that I need to visit. Then south west to the coast, the fisheries management building. After that, a fly by of the desert, along the equator, then home by dinner. Around the continent in one day." He used his phone to call air control to arrange for a permit for my shuttle. Mark seemed pleased when I agreed to take him on his trip. He told me about some of the sights we would be seeing such as the fish farms on the coast supplying food as well as stock for export to other worlds. We moved from the noise of the dance area to find a quiet niche in the garden to have dinner. Mark had a steak with onions and potatoes while I nibbled on a plate of chicken salad. I gave into temptation however, with fresh strawberries in cream, which were delicious. Tea with the meal, a small brandy after, I felt myself again. Mark had noticed the two bracelets I was wearing and said they were nice. During a pause in the meal he took my hand to finger the leather strap, examining the snap closure. He asked if I had got them at the store up the street. Apparently he was familiar with the merchandise there. I dug in my pocket to show him the little keys that opened the catch. Mark cautioned me not to loose them, that there was a flexible titanium band under the leather covering, that made the bracelets rather difficult to cut through if the key became misplaced. I had known that they were well crafted judging from the price I'd paid but knowing this extra feature gave me a new perspective on the two black bands which adorned my wrists. Looking closer I noticed the barely discernable rivets that held the snaps to the metal band underneath. I used the key to open one, then examined the clasp more closely. I now saw that the snap was made from titanium also, light weight yet super strong. The strap had molded itself to my wrist easily yet there was no lateral movement to the innocent looking leather. Mark took the bracelet from me to look closer at it. "Yup, old Jimmy sure does fine work." he said with a grin. He took my hand and wrapped the bracelet around my wrist. When Mark pushed on the snap, the solid click seemed to reverberate straight through to my brain. I carefully tucked the two tiny keys into an inside pocket of my jeans. It was almost time for part two of the lecture to start. We went to the basement auditorium and found seats, near the front. I began to tell Mark of the show, the whipping scene he missed last night after he had to leave. Mark amazed me again when he said he'd known Steve and Cindy, the couple who'd done the demonstration, from collage. He told me of a party he'd been to last year where Steve had put the whip to first his wife, then to two other guests who were curious as to how it felt. I was eager to hear more but just then tonight's speaker took the stage to begin the lecture. It's funny how you can go for years gathering bits and pieces of a puzzle, trying to interpret the picture from a few fragments. Then one day you discover enough parts to suddenly begin to understand the whole. "The subject of tonight's talk is bondage," the speaker intoned. "I will attempt to show several methods and positions that a body can be bound, and I will explain the use of a few devices that one may purchase, or fabricate from commonly available materials. Afterwards there will be a discussion into the motivation and the feelings that makes bondage so pleasurable for many people." The curtains parted to reveal a table piled with various articles, and a nude woman seated in a chair, tied to it with meters and meters of white rope. A black blindfold covered her eyes and a bright blue ball was strapped in her mouth. For the next two hours the speaker used items from the table to bind his assistant in ever more constricting positions. One time a bar was lowered from the roof, the type of bar stage scenery would be hung from. The man lashed the girl's arms behind her back. She was quite limber, he explained as he easily drew her upper arms together, her elbows touching, and tied them off with rope. He then bound her ankles to the bar with her feet far apart. The bar was then raised up until she was swinging freely, suspended upside down by her ankles. Another time he used thin but adequately strong string to bind the girl's thumbs together, behind her back. He looped the ends of the string around her waist to tie it tightly around her, pulling her hands to the middle of her back. Then she was seated on a mat on the floor and her big toes were tied together, pulling her feet close to her waist. I saw her squirm a little to settle into as comfortable a position as was possible. As the man spoke about her bondage I saw her close her eyes and there was a smile on her lips. She seemed to be enjoying her predicament. The man would always keep a close eye on the girl when ever she was bound. He explained the need to be certain no harm came to one's subject due to a rope that was too tight, impeding the circulation, or some other event. He spoke on the safety requirements of any type of suspension, that there should be no chance of something breaking or slipping loose, causing a nasty tumble. A screen was lowered and a series of pictures were presented, people tied in elaborate and rather artistic ways. There was indeed, he said, bondage for art's sake. Some of the rope work adorning the bodies of those in the pictures was quite beautiful. When the demonstration was completed there was a short question and answer period where the man took questions from the audience. Several of the discussions were quite interesting to me. There seemed to be many people in attendance who, like me, knew that they wanted to explore their fantasies farther, but were unsure just how far to go with them. At the end of the lecture the speaker and his lovely assistant received an hearty ovation from the crowd. Mark said to me that he was going to visit with a friend and he invited me to come along. I said sure, why not. He said that his friend lived close by so we walked the few blocks to a tree lined street and his friend's two story house. Mark introduced me to his friend, Ceylon, a strikingly beautiful woman around fifty, and her husband Tim. Tim was shorter than me, also around fifty or so. Ceylon took immediate charge of me, ushering me into the large sitting room at the front of the house. Like me, she was also barefoot and I couldn't help but notice that she wore rings on each of her toes, some quite ornate and beautiful looking. She had, on the toes of her right foot, a green coloured kind of bar shaped thing with holes in it, three holes which her three middle toes went through. Naturally she noticed me staring and when we sat on the couch she raised her foot for me to look closer. Mark and Tim had gone to the kitchen to fetch drinks while I examined Ceylon's jewelry. Camel jade, she said of the green bar, it had an intricate carving along the top edge and it had been shaped to follow the contours of her toes perfectly. The rings she wore behind the pale green bar were lovely. The one on her pointer toe was gold with a rather large diamond set in it. I touched the jade bar with my fingers, seeing how tightly it fit around her toes. I asked her where she got it to which she replied that it was found amongst some antiquities in a museum storage room on old Earth. "Tim bought it for me at an auction several years ago." she said. "I believe it's very old, from a country called China, but no one really knew. At the auction they didn't even know what it was for but Tim guessed what it's true use may have been." Ceylon lifted my feet to examine the rings I wore. They were just plain silver rings, not anything fancy like she had. I told her that I had them made for me from a small nodule of silver titanium alloy I'd found on an asteroid. She smiled when she saw how perfectly they hugged my two toes and said they suited me nicely. Tim and Mark returned from the kitchen carrying a tray of snacks and drinks. I saw Tim smile when he saw me and his wife, our feet in each other's laps. He handed Ceylon and I glasses of red wine, then set the tray of food on the low table in front of the couch. Mark sat beside me, Tim took a chair nearby. Mark gave my neck a little nibble, then reached in front to run a finger over Ceylon's camel jade toe ring. "Tim and I worked together for a few years," He said, "salvaging what we could from Earth. We brought back shiploads from museums in what was once America. By that time much of the paper and magnetic records had deteriorated so the researchers could only guess at the significance of things that we recovered. Who could have carved this from a piece of green stone and how long ago?" Mark hooked his finger under the jade bar and gave Ceylon's toes a tickle. Her hand gently squeezed my foot. Tim looked on. You could cut the wierdness in the room with a knife, I thought. But I also felt it was a nice, cozy wierdness. Tim got up to retrieve a book from a shelf. The room was filled with shelves piled with books and objects, beautiful sculptures, ancient looking furniture, all from old Earth, I guessed. I put my feet on the floor as Tim handed the big book to his wife. Inside, Ceylon showed me pictures of things and places from Earth, photos that Tim had taken when he worked there. Tim refilled my wine glass. Mark was leaning over me looking at the album as Ceylon turned the pages. His hand was on my thigh, sliding it up and down occasionally. Ceylon moved closer to me, putting her arm around my shoulders. I saw the pictures of ruined cities, once majestic buildings, and objects whose beauty defied description. One photo showed a ship, an old ocean sailing ship carved from the same green stone Ceylon's toe ring bar was made from. There were chains hanging from the masts, chains made from rings carved and polished from what looked like one solid piece of the jade stone. The whole ship was half a meter high and a bit longer. A scale had been placed on the table in front the ship when the picture was taken. I looked up at Ceylon, her lips finding mine in a gentle kiss. Mark's hand squeezed my thigh, up high, very near to my pussy. We looked at the last few pictures in the album. On the last page was a shot of the planet as seen from space, the moon in the foreground. I drank the last of the wine in my glass. I don't know if it was the strong drink or the heady atmosphere of the house with all the old earth relics around but when Tim suggested that we all go upstairs to the bedroom I felt that it seemed like the most natural thing to do. Tim led the way with Ceylon taking my arm to follow and Mark behind us. We went up the stairs to the big bedroom that took up the back half of the second floor. Ceylon was wearing just a simple purple dress made from a thick, soft cotton, that she pulled over her head before we were even in the room. Tim slipped off his sandals, then pulled off his shorts and shirt. I turned to Mark who had his shoes and shirt off and was unzipping his pants. I unbuttoned my jeans, then sat on the bed to pull them off. I pulled my tee shirt over my head. Tim opened a drawer to pull out a piece of rope, then tossed it at Mark. Mark came to me and had me move up on the big bed, until I was leaning against the headboard. Ceylon moved to lay partially on top of me and held my arms up over my head while Tim took a chair in the corner to watch. Mark slid the two ends of the rope through my leather bracelets, then tied a knot, pulling it tight, drawing my wrists together. He then tied the rope to the top rail of the heavy headboard, then brought the ends to the side, tying them off there too. In less than a minute I was naked and helplessly tied to these people's bed, people I'd only just met. Ceylon sat back on her haunches to watch me come to the realization that I had suddenly lost all control of my situation. Mark was stroking her back with one hand while alternately caressing her tummy and her breasts with the other. Ceylon started stroking my thighs. Her hand moved up to cup my pussy, making me gasp. I pulled with my hands but the rope held tight. The bracelets I had bought myself now inprisoned me, held my wrists close together in their grip. Ceylon moved up my body, dragging her stiff nipples along me to softly kiss me on the lips. She kissed me again, more forcefully this time, her tongue pressing on my lips while rubbing my slit with a finger. My mind was in turmoil, at first. Then her finger's gentle probing started to have a soothing effect on me and I parted my lips to allow her tongue entry into my mouth. As her mouth pressed harder to mine I felt her finger press into me, slipping in easily. Her thumb nail scraped across my clit. I moaned and moved to touch her, the rope jerking my hands to a stop above my head. I moved my leg up until my foot found her's, my toes tracing along the smooth little jade bar surrounding her toes. Mark's hand had been busy at Ceylon's pussy. I felt him push his head between us to take my nipple in his mouth and gently start licking, then sucking on it. Ceylon moved down to do the same on my other nipple. Both their hands were on me, my waist and tummy, and lower, at my thighs and pussy, rubbing, touching me. I turned my head to look and saw Tim, calmly sitting in his big chair, his cock in his hand, watching. I closed my eyes and pulled at my bonds, gently at first. Then I remembered the titanium band and clasp, ten times harder than steel. I pulled harder, twisting my wrists inside the bracelets. I wasn't going to get free until someone untied me. Ceylon got up to move to the end of the bed. She grabbed my ankles and pulled me lower down until my arms were stretched straight up, my hands useless, high over my head. Then she knelt over my body, her back facing my head. She pushed my thighs apart, then bent down to press her head in between. I jumped a little when I felt her lips touch my pussy to kiss me softly there. I saw her sex just inches from my face, her swollen lips parting open as I watched. She was shaved down there with her outer lips pierced and a small silver ring decorating each one. Her tongue flicked out across my clit, making me jump again. Mark had sat back on the bed, content to watch us two women for a while. Tim had not moved from his chair. I had never before made love to another woman. Ceylon started in on me, instinctively knowing exactly what felt good. I could smell her arousal and I strained my neck up to touch her there with my tongue. She paused for a moment when she felt the contact, looking back at me underneath her. Our eyes locked and I smiled at her. She slid her knees past my head, bending her legs so her feet were up and her cunt came down on my face. Then she bent her head back down to continue lapping at my cunt. I stuck out my tongue to touch the rings that pierced her lips. I could hear the soft tinkle when they touched together. I pushed my tongue in further, past her rings and into her tight channel. Then down to find her sensitive nub, the little bump, bigger than mine, engorged with blood. Ceylon moved her feet against my hands. My fingers toyed with her toe rings while my tongue flicked over her two rings there. Her tongue was doing wondrous things to me. I found a little slack in my rope and I grabbed her ankles to pull her body up, to press her harder against my face while her head pressed harder into me. I sucked her clit into my mouth and pressed my nose up inside her as I flicked my tongue around and across that little button. Ceylon was doing the same thing to me. It wasn't too long before, first I, then she, exploded in a lovely orgasm, drenching each other's faces with sweet girl cum. Tim was ready with a towel to wipe my face off after he lifted his wife off me a bit so I could breath. Ceylon brought her knees up to raise herself off my head. Then Mark, who had been waiting so patiently, got on his knees over my head and aimed his dick at Ceylon's upturned pussy. She raised herself on her hands to let Mark enter her, then she eased her head back down to press her face once more on my cunt. Mark started to thrust into her, his balls hanging down and brushing back and forth across my face as Ceylon began to lick me again. I strained my head up to lick Mark while he fucked Ceylon. Once, I caught one of his nuts between my lips, sucking it gently into my mouth. He paused with his cock partially out of Ceylon's cunt. I strained up a bit more to lick the underside of his shaft and down to her clit. Ceylon jumped at this unexpected touch, moaning with my clit between her teeth. I let my head fall back to the bed as Mark picked up speed again. I felt a tongue lick my foot. Tim was sitting at the end of the bed, caressing his wife's head while licking my feet. I felt him lift my foot up a little to take one of my toes, one with a ring on it, into his mouth and suck gently. His wife reached to take his cock in her hand and started jacking him off while he continued to suck each of my toes into his mouth, pushing his tongue in between and licking my feet all over. Ceylon's talented tongue on my pussy, combined with the sight of Mark's cock sliding past Ceylon's labia rings inches from my eyes and Tim's ministrations at my feet soon had me pulling hard with my bound hands in the throes of a massive cum. Seconds later I opened my eyes to see Mark's balls seem to swell and he began spraying his cum inside Ceylon, her hot breath and her cries of ecstacy against my oversensitive clit making me cum quickly again, even harder. When I opened my mouth to scream Mark pulled out of Ceylon, then pushed himself into my mouth to squirt the last of his cum into me. I sucked his massive cock into my mouth as it twitched and spasmed, pumping the last two shots of his cum down my throat. There was a low moan from the end of the bed and we all looked up to watch Tim's cock, being stroked by his wife's hand, shoot ropes of cum over all of us, the toes of one of my feet stuffed inside his mouth. Finally a towel was passed around to wipe up all the cum that was everywhere. It was Mark who wiped me off and then untied my wrists from the headboard. We lounged together on the bed for a while, then we all took a turn in the bathroom to clean up and head down to the kitchen for something to drink. Mark and I shared a soft drink since we had to get up early for his trip. It was after midnight before we left Tim and Ceylon's house. Mark had phoned his hotel a couple times, finally reaching his partner to tell her about my agreeing to fly them around for their survey. We walked to his hotel which was near to the subway station. Mark invited me up to meet his partner but I wanted to get back to my own hotel and a nice warm shower so I declined. I told him where I was staying and he said he'd see me around seven. On the train ride to my hotel my mind was swirling with thoughts. I got the impression that Mark's partner was a woman and that maybe she was his wife. But that was not the only thing bothering me. Ceylon and Tim seemed to have such a nice open relationship. Their house was certainly interesting with all the old Earth relics around. I had never even had thoughts about being sexual with another woman but when Ceylon had positioned her pussy close to my face what I did just seemed so natural, and it was quite nice too. Of course what she did with her tongue to my pussy had given me feelings I hadn't had before. I came, sure, but it was a different kind of cuming, a slower, gentler climb to a most satisfying crashing plateau. The train neared my stop and I got up. When I put my hand on the bar beside the door my eyes were drawn to the black leather bracelet on my wrist. I stared, like I'd never seen it before. Ceylon had held me down while Mark used my bracelets to tie me to the bed like it was a most obvious thing to do. I hadn't put up a fight, I remember calmly watching him do it. After he finished I started to realize I had let myself fall totally under these people's power. Mark, who I'd known for one day and the other couple who I had just met. They could have taken my ship, the access card was in my jeans and the comm password is easy enough to crack. They could all be out system before I had screamed myself hoarse. The train doors opened but I stood there. What was I thinking, I asked myself. It's not like me to let myself get into situations that I have no control over. Someone pushed past me through the door. I got my feet moving, stepping off the train onto the cool stone of the platform. I watched the train pull out. After I had been tied up I remember Ceylon sitting back and watching me for some time. She was waiting, I now realized, waiting for me to say something, to freak out. But I hadn't, had I. I had been thinking about the pretty girl I saw that night, on the stage at the bar, being tied and retied in all those different ways. And here I am, I had thought, naked, tied to this bed while three nude people wait to see what I'd do. It was only after Ceylon was sure I was all right that she began to do those wondrous things with her tongue, hitting me in all the right places as only another woman would know how to do. I found the stairs and started up, to the lobby of the hotel. I bought a small bottle of milk from a vending machine, then went up to my room. I took a quick shower, then drank my milk and crawled into bed. Many pieces of the puzzle had been discovered today, I thought as I drifted off to sleep. The puzzle of what drives me sexually, why I have the feelings and desires that I do. I was beginning to understand. Asteroid, Mine [chapter 4] I was awakened by the incessant beeping of my room's terminal, my six A.M wake up call. I got up, washed the sleep from my face, and dressed. I put on the long skirt I had worn my first day here and a blue cotton shirt. I packed my bag. I thought I'd check out of the hotel today, then, if I wasn't offered a bed tonight I would just sleep in the ship or maybe start for home later on. Home. A barren asteroid in the ass end of the next system. If nothing else, my time on Crydon has reminded me of what I've been missing for the last few years. Steady gravity, fresh clean air, great food, not the dried up bland crap I'd gotten use to. I went down to the front desk to check out. I left word for Mark to meet me in the dining room where I ate a lovely breakfast of eggs, ham and fresh grapefruit. I was just finishing when Mark and his partner showed up. They had already eaten but sat and had some coffee with me. Mark introduced his partner Judy to me. She was young, early twenties, slim and not so tall. Her long blond hair that was tied in a pony tail fell to her waist. Mark showed me the flight plan of where we had clearance to go. Then we got up to leave. In the lobby there was a pile of stuff, Mark and Judy's bags, and a big crate of instruments for the survey. Mark grabbed the two bulky bags while Judy struggled with the heavy crate. I had just my small bag so I helped her carry one end of the crate. When I took the handle I noticed her glance up at Mark. I followed her eyes and saw him give a little nod. It almost was as if she was asking him if I could help her, I thought. We walked out into the clear sunlight outside and across the field to my ship. I keyed the lock with my card and punched in the password. I noticed Mark eying the dents and scratches on the hull. "It ain't pretty," I told him, "but it'll get you there and bring you back again. Guaranteed." We piled into the shuttle and while Mark unpacked and stowed their gear I configured the drive for flight. I worked with Mark adapting some of his instruments to my ship's systems. Soon we were ready and I engaged the drive to lift us off. While Mark settled in to take his readings Judy sat beside me up front. She seemed a little nervous, or shy, or something. I noticed her looking around the cabin so I explained a few of the ship's systems to her. I kept the controls in manual mode, the nav con screen showing other planes in the air nearby. I steered wide of a flock of birds of some sort which had come up fast, not wanting to have one of them splatter across the view port and upset my guests. The trip was slow by my standards. I couldn't push through the air like I could through space. Planet administration didn't allow it, for one thing. Since the fiasco of old Earth, humanity had become a lot more careful with treasures like Ceylon and the other habitable worlds that we discovered. The greed of old gave way to good planning and conservation to the benefit of generations to come. Under the ship I saw the lush forests and fields turn sparser as we headed north. Soon it was just barren rock and white patches of snow, followed shortly after by an all white landscape, broken only by the blue of the ocean at the coast. We continued north until I saw land again, a vast stretch of white, a tiny smudge that was the research station. The trip had taken just under two hours. I brought the ship around to land beside the gray buildings that made up the station. I wanted to jump out and run barefoot in the snow but a check of the temperature indicated that would be rather foolhardy. It was minus forty out there, cold enough to freeze skin in seconds. Mark and Judy had insulated coats and boots, gloves and such in their bags which Mark was unpacking. I had my pressure suit with it's internal temperature regulator. I undid my skirt to let it drop to the floor so I could put on the pants of my suit. As was usual for me I had on nothing underneath. I happened to notice Judy glance my way, then letting her eyes linger a little longer while I was pulling the pants up my legs. She broke her stare only after I had hiked the pants up over my ass and closed the front seals, turning around as I did, trying not to be obvious yet giving her the view she seemed to want. After we had donned our gear I opened the hatch and the three of us trudged the short distance across the frozen wasteland to the research station. The snow echoed squeaking noises under my boots as I walked, my feet sinking in only an inch or so before meeting solid hard packed snow or ice underneath. Mark pulled open the heavy door to let us enter the building. We stamped the snow off our boots, then went through another door which led to a changing room. We took off our coats and hung them on pegs lining the walls. As we undressed a man came in to greet us and Mark introduced him to me as Sammi, an old friend who now ran this station. I was given the two dollar tour as Mark chatted with Sammi. We were shown around the labs and in the various buildings which were connected by tunnels. The air was warm and fresh although tinged with the smells of machinery and chemicals, smells I was all too familiar with back home. We settled in the cafeteria for coffees where after a while, Mark left Judy and I to go off and exchange research data with Sammi. Judy and I made small talk for a while but I was really curious to know what her relationship with Mark was, if any. I talked a bit about my life as an asteroid miner, not much to say really. Uncover some metal, dig it out, back to base at end of shift. Wake up next day, same thing. I told Judy how nice a change this vacation was for me, and that I had met some interesting people last night, Tim and Ceylon. Judy perked up a bit at the mention of their names. I saw a smile pull the corners of her mouth. "Have you met them?" I asked. Judy paused for a moment. "I interned under Tim just before he retired, four years ago." she said. "We were working at a site in what was Asia, Thailand the country had been called." Judy's face brightened at the memories. "The things we found. Amazing. Sculptures so intricate and stunning, crafted from metals and stone, like nothing I had ever seen. It was while working with Tim that I knew I wanted to help recover and preserve as much of mankind's heritage as we could. Tim hooked me up with Mark; actually I think it was Ceylon's doing. She realised where my interests lay and thought that Mark, and the work he did, the restoration of Earth's biosphere, would be right for me." When Judy mentioned Mark I sensed something else there. I asked her, "Are you and Mark, uh, married or uh, together?" "We're not married, exactly." she said. "I, uh. . . ." Judy saw my face, noted the concerned look on it, and understood. I had hoped that I'd not crossed some line between her and Mark last night. What Judy said next didn't so much shock me as send me for a little loop. "Mark told me about the fun you all had at Ceylon's. I'm kind of sorry I missed it. Mark and I," she began, "have a relationship which is a little unique, although not all that uncommon. Shortly after I met him I signed a contract with him, a contract with a five year term. This is not a contract for the work we do, although I very much enjoy working with him. It is more of a personal commitment to him." Judy took a deep breath. "Mark owns me, body and soul, for the duration of the contract. I willingly allowed him to make me his property, to do with as he sees fit. I am committed to him, and I will do anything he asks of me." Judy took my hand in hers, saying, "Tim and Ceylon have a lovely open marriage. They are deeply in love with each other yet they are quite liberal when it comes to sexual matters. I expected something would happen when Mark said he would visit, but it's all right. I trust Master, trust Mark I mean, in that he would know best as to what is right for us." I'm happy for you that Mark let you meet them and share in the true joy of their lives. "I was a little surprised," I said, "to find myself together with them on their bed. And I really did have a nice time. Ceylon is quite the lady." Judy laughed. "They have been together for thirty six years now. Tim started out as Ceylon's slave, yes that's right, Tim was her sex slave for several years, but their relationship deepened and they eventually got married. I guess they decided to take their relationship to a more equal level." "When I was sitting in their house," I told her, "I had a most wonderful sense of peace and tranquility. I sensed their love for each other spilling over and enveloping me. And later," I fingered the bracelet on my wrist, remembering. "Later, in their bedroom, Ceylon, she took me to heights I had only dreamt were possible." Judy stared into my eyes. "She has power, that one." she softly said. Mark returned to the cafeteria then, seeing us sitting there holding hands. He came over to sit at our table. Judy and I both looked up at him, smiling. "Sammi had to get back to work," he said. "We can go now." "Yes, Master." said Judy, standing up. As Mark's eyes went from Judy to me and back again I stood and went to him, giving him a little kiss on his cheek. "I never thanked you last night." I said. "For letting me meet Tim and Ceylon." Judy came to his other side and held his arm, smiling. Mark's momentary confusion passed. "I see you had a nice chat while I was gone." he said. "Shall we," as he steered Judy and I to the door. As we dressed in the change room I couldn't help notice the station here was not unlike ones in space. Although there was air outside you would not survive long in the frigid temperature without some kind of protection. Outside the building, although it was still before noon, the sun was low in the south west casting long shadows as we trudged back to my ship. Inside I was happy to shuck the stiff pants of my pressure suit in favour of my soft, loose, cotton skirt. After lifting off in a swirl of snow I headed west, low over the open sea, along the coast. The ice began to be piled high along the waters edge not too far from the station. Mark sat beside me, Judy on his lap. This was a glacier, Mark told me. Ice slowly flowed between mountains in the distance and ended up in the sea here. Mark asked me to hover for a few minutes, not too close to the ice field. As we watched, a huge chunk of ice broke free and crashed down into the water. I saw it bob up on the surface to begin it's travels wherever the current would take it. After a while Mark said let's go. I saw the tender way Mark cradled Judy in his lap. I had read about their kind of relationship but I couldn't see myself giving total control over my life to another person. I was just not like that. Still, I wondered, what must it be like not having to worry or, I suppose, even think about things so much. To just have someone else make the decisions and to let whatever happens happen. Mark and Judy were going over some of the data from the research station. I could see that Judy was pretty and she was also intelligent. She pointed out something on the data that Mark found quite interesting, something to do with the ice flow we had seen. Mark got up to check his instruments leaving Judy in front with me. I asked her where she was from. Judy told me she was born here on Crydon. "A city in the southern continent called Tulsa," she said. "My family moved to Landon when I was a child. Tim was a professor at the university there. I was working towards my history major when he left to work on the Earth project and I went with him." "You and Mark seem very happy." I ventured. Judy paused a moment before answering. "I am so pleased we found each other." she said. "Tim was so nice to me both when he was my teacher and later when we worked together. Before we left he would sit and talk with me for hours. Then later, when I met Ceylon, I began to understand what had been missing in my life, what I had been longing for, but never knew what it was. Tim told me what it was, how, when he was young and he met Ceylon, that she filled the gap in him, made him whole. He worshiped her, still does. How there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. Judy lowered her voice a little. I could see tears begin to form. "They have had so many years of happiness together. I try to take things as they come but I pray that Mark and I can be together that long. There is less than a year left in the contract. If he allows it I would gladly sign again, for ever if he wants it." I took her hand in mine. I saw that Mark had come up behind Judy and he now softly placed his hands on her shoulders. As she looked up at his touch he bent to kiss her forehead, letting his hands slide down to cup her breasts tenderly, possessively. Judy sighed at the touch. Mark looked up, at the view outside the craft. We were travelling along the west coast of the continent, passing villages and fishing boats out on the water. The autopilot beeped, signaling to me that we were approaching our destination. I slowed the ship, dropping lower until Mark pointed out the fisheries research buildings and a paved area nearby where we could land. I turned the shuttle inland to set down on the edge of the landing area. When Judy stood up Mark hugged her closely to him, kissing her passionately before dabbing the remnants of her tears away with a tissue. "Fish for lunch, ladies?" he said. "I know a nice restaurant nearby where they serve it really fresh." When we stepped out of the ship Mark phoned the fisheries building and spoke to the man he was to meet, George, inviting him to join us for lunch. We met him outside the office and then walked the block and a half to the restaurant. Mark introduced me as the pilot and I saw George look at me standing there in my long skirt and bare feet. I noticed that his eyes seemed to linger a little long staring at my feet. Another one, I thought. The fish restaurant was perched on pilings overlooking the ocean. The food was superb. I had the scallops, deep fried in a light batter, the almost sweet taste and tender texture was divine. Mark and George chatted about the ocean, fish and boats. The sea water was very similar to that on earth, without all the pollution that is, and the species that were introduced, as well as the native organisms found here were thriving. Even some sea mammals, brought as frozen embryos, were starting to breed and multiply in the open ocean. After lunch George took us by boat to a group of islands just off shore where big holding pens teeming with fish were set up. Fish were kept here, he explained, until they grew and had a good chance of surviving in the wild. Then some were released while others were harvested for food, or sent off to other worlds to be introduced in oceans found there. George told us that there were five other planets where the sea was able to support Earth type fish and another seven where attempts were being made to transfer some species there. We took the boat back to the office building and toured the labs where George worked. Mark and George settled in to go over their research while Judy and I walked around a bit, then, when I got restless, we went down to the cafeteria for some tea. Judy seemed happier now so I didn't want to break her mood. I told her that in a year or two I thought I might quit I SAM to settle down somewhere. "Possibly here, on Crydon." I said. "This planet just seems to get more and more inviting each time I visit." I told her of the mud bath I visited my first day and what a wild rush that had been. She said she had heard about that particular pool and wanted to try it herself some day. Mark and George came in with coffees and sat with us for a while, then it was time to go. We went to my ship and settled in for the trip across the desert. As I sat down, I saw the comm light blinking, a message waiting for me. Humanity had learned how to push our machines past the light speed barrier, but data transmissions had to be carried aboard a ship going in the desired direction. They would then be handed off to planet communications for delivery. This message had been sent early yesterday from my boss at I SAM. I smiled when I opened the file and read that the last blast pattern I'd set up before leaving had uncovered a huge vein of almost pure nickel, enough to keep the smelter busy with overtime for weeks. A nice bonus had been transferred to my account along with an extra two days vacation, effective now if I wanted. I let Mark read the message and told him that I wouldn't have to rush back tomorrow. He said that would be good and that there was a friend who lived on the south edge of the desert that he really wanted to visit, if it was O.K. with me. I said sure, so Mark used the comm to register the change of flight plan with air traffic control. He and Judy went off to a store to get some extra supplies, some food and water, some fresh fish and fruit for his friend. Then we lifted off to continue south, along the coast. As on our flight north the lush green forests and fields gave way to more browns and reds as we approached the desert region. Only this time the landscape turned to an endless expanse of sand, the wind shifting it into high dunes. I turned east at zero latitude, flying low over the desert. For the longest time there were no signs of life at all down there, just hundreds of kilometers of sand. Through the heat haze I began to make out a shape in the distance. I pulled up as we came to a vast mountainous area, the reddish coloured stone blasted by the windswept sand, the near peaks rounded. Farther along the mountains peaked at a height of 6,200 meters before giving way to a valley below, a deep blue river cutting down the middle. I dropped down into the valley and we followed the river south. Over the desert the outside temperature was in the high fifty's but in the valley it was an almost bearable forty three. Mark pointed out a flat area and asked me to land. When I opened the hatch the heat hit me like a brick. I stepped down to the sand but had to retreat and find a pair of sandals for my feet. I also exchanged my long skirt for a short, thin one, and the thick shirt for a skimpy top. Mark and Judy had umbrellas to shade them from the fierce sunlight so I stayed close to Judy while Mark took some samples of the soil and the river water. I dipped a toe in the river but the water was too hot for anything more. The river was still, not flowing in either direction. There was no wind, no sound at all. Eerie. Like space, except you could breathe. Mark finished his study and we took off again, following the valley south, southeast. In a little while I started to see sighs of greenery along the river banks. Mark asked to land again and I touched down on a spot near some tree like plants. On closer examination the tall plants were cactus with a soft yellow fur covering the fibrous trunk and arms reaching for the sky. The temperature was more pleasant here, hot still but I could walk barefoot across the sand. The river water was a little warm and after Mark ran some tests on it to make sure it was safe the three of us stripped to have a swim. The water was fine, slightly alkaline from the limestone mountains surrounding us. Mark and Judy frolicked in the water while I swam along side. When Judy turned her back to me I thought I saw some kind of marks on her skin, on her shoulders and on her upper back. Mark boosted her up and over his head, letting her dive into the water. I saw she seemed to have marks on her bum and upper thighs too. Marks made by a whip, possibly. After our swim Judy and I lay on a blanket in the shade of some cacti while Mark fetched some snacks from their supplies. None of us had bothered to get dressed. Judy lay beside me on the blanket. I moved closer to her. I put my hands on her and rolled her onto her stomach. Keeping one hand at the middle of her back I traced my fingers across the welts on her bum. Judy was surprised at first and struggled a bit to hide her back from me but I held her down. As my fingers moved gently across her skin she seemed to resign to the fact her secret was out. "Answer me truthfully," I told her, "did Mark do this?" "Yes." More gently, "Does he whip you often?" The feel of Judy's soft skin under my hands, the tiny raised lines, healing but still tender, slightly more pinkish in colour than the rest of her skin. "No." She paused. "Mark whipped me two weeks ago. A brothel ship visited the Mars colony. We booked some time in the dungeon. He doesn't do it very often, only when I. . ." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "ask him to do it." I saw Mark leave the ship carrying some food and drinks, heading our way. I understood. I asked, "You like it, don't you?" I felt her shudder. "Yes." Mark approached the blanket and sat down beside Judy handing me a bottle of juice, eying me carefully. He twisted the cap on one, then gave it to Judy. She rolled over to face me, her back pressing against Mark. She took a drink, paused, and then began to speak. Her eyes stared at a spot on the blanket near me. "When Master whips me I like him to tie me down tightly. Whether I'm standing or lying down, or bent over something. I like the feelings of being helpless, of not being able to move hardly at all. "He usually starts slow, gentle. He'll use his hand, or maybe caress my flesh with the whip. Gently, a few soft strokes. I get so hot. I try to push back against it, to feel it more strongly. Sometimes he stops until the anticipation is more than I can bear. He will laugh and my face burns with shame at my wanton lust. Then he will begin. "The first blow is the hardest, or so it seems. Stinging fire burns across my back, or my ass. The flames erupt within me. Master pauses, letting me settle. Then again. His choice of weapon manifests itself. The flogger, it's strands, an overall burn. The whip, sweet pinpoints of flame. A springy switch, soaked in water, or oil. Intense. Master starts in earnest now, the lashings evening out. Each blow driving me on, higher. I feel the rush building, building, each stroke flooding me with that sweet sweet pain. "I pull and twist now. Trying to escape. But there is no getting away from it. Again. Again. I cry out "Harder. Harder!" Master knows not to listen. I would die now. I crave to be driven over the top, beyond the point of no return. Master will change the tempo now, perhaps not as hard but to caress me in a more sensitive place. A slash to a breast, or the inside of a thigh. My pussy. Sending the sweet flames to lick my core. "Then fast. Wham wham wham wham. I no longer feel where the blows land, only the overall intensification. My mind is spinning. Out of control. I am soaring away, up, up, stretched to the limit. I am there. Master sees this and pauses a moment. Time stands still. "Then I am falling, being pulled back at incredible speeds. I slam hard, back into myself, as wave after wave pounds into me. Gravity increases ten fold, a hundred. I'm crushed into a dense ball. The tiny spark at my center flickers, then flares bright, consuming my soul. I explode. Superfucking nova. Particles fly out in all directions, twinkling in space. Then gone. I'm gone. I exist, no more. "Master unties me. Sometimes I'm aware of him, his hands on me. Gentle. Soothing words. "Some time later I'm aware again. I move. Pain. Hurt. Stiffness all over. I open my eyes to see him, my Master, with me, comforting me. He has taken me once more to that special place and he has brought me back safe and sound." I watched a tear roll down Judy's cheek and fall to the blanket. I had tears in my eyes also, as did Mark. Save for Judy's breathing there was no sound. I reached to take her hand. Judy squeezed mine hard, a small sob escaping her lips. I looked up at Mark. "You two have something very special." I said. Mark placed his hand over mine and Judy's. He whispered something softly in her ear, kissing her neck. She turned her head to kiss him, full on the lips. She saw the moisture in his eyes and smiled. "I love you too." She softly said. 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