Message-ID: <24848asstr$961819817@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3953E315.542BA0C5@home.com> From: Jim Caddell Reply-To: jim@caddell.net X-Accept-Language: en NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2000 15:21:47 PDT Subject: {ASSM} New: THE STORY OF YOJIMBO AND SUZIKU [mythology, SF, romance, humor, slavery, bondage, 1st time, ws, rim, zero-G paraplegic sex] Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2000 00:10:17 -0400 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: gill-bates, apuleius DISCLAIMER: The following is a fictitious story depicting fictional characters. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is for adult audiences only and contains graphic language and explicit sexual material. The text contains graphic descriptions of sex between adults and teens, and between family members. If these types of stories are offensive to you then stop reading now. Comments posted to the newsgroups in response to this story are welcome. -------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote this story for a good friend, attempting to include as many mutual fantasies and inside jokes as I possibly could. Only she and I know what this story really means, but I hope you get a smile from it. This is my first posting, and comments are appreciated. Portheus -------------------------------------------------------------------- <1st attachment, "SUZIKU.asc" begin> 06/23/00 1 THE STORY OF YOJIMBO AND SUZIKU [mythology, SF, romance, humor, slavery, bondage, 1st time, ws, rim, zero-G paraplegic sex] The Samurai Yojimbo did not expect to find a stowaway on the ship he had captured. "Come out of there," he shouted. "Come out now or drown!" The icy salt waves knocked the tiny ship about, all but capsizing her. The "Commander" was a 41' pleasure junk: ancient, but serviceable in calm waters. These waters were not calm, and neither was Yojimbo. With a few well placed kicks he smashed the squid barrel against the main mast, splintering its staves to reveal a slave girl hidden inside. She scrambled to her feet, cowering against the railing. The girl was tall and pretty, with close cropped hair; she wore only manacles and bruises. "So, you ran away from your master, did you? Answer me now!" "Yes! Please do not beat me!" "Beat you? I do not beat slaves. I may kill you, but I won't beat you. I should take you back to your master. Who is he?" "I belong to Toyota Mitsubishi, the mandarin of the Orange section." "Hmph! He is dead, and that makes you my slave now. Come here, I have work for you. Come here now!" Cautiously she crept toward him. The cold salt spray caused her nipples to erect. He pointed her to a pump handle. "We are shipping water and you must pump hard to keep us from sinking! Do it now! Hurry." He placed her hands on the pump handle and showed her how to pump it up and down. After a few minutes, she was rewarded with squirts of salty fluid from the stern of the ship. "Keep pumping," Yojimbo cried, as he ran back to the tiller. "Harder! Faster!" The main sails were all down, and all he could do was try to steer the tiny ship into the waves. The sky darkened and the storm raged; the waves blew and the wind broke. When calm finally returned to the waters, Yojimbo and Suziku collapsed into a hammock below deck, exhausted and freezing, huddling together for warmth. The morning dawned bright and hot; Yojimbo and Suziku peeled themselves apart and rose stiffly from the hammock. During the night they had run aground on a protected beach near the mouth of a clear river. Yojimbo mused, "We were nowhere near the mainland. The wind was blowing southeast. This must be an uncharted island. And from the looks of it, a small uninhabited one." The two breakfasted on cold rice and smoked fish. "My arms feel like lead weights!" Yojimbo exclaimed. "You, slave girl ... what's your name?" "Suziku, master." "Suziku. Fetch fresh water from the stream and gather some firewood. I want a hot bath. Now, girl!" Yojimbo watched her scurry off, the twin globes of her shapely buttocks swaying enticingly. Hmmm, he thought. A pleasure barge on a deserted island, plenty of food and water, and a slave girl. This looks like a good place to rest for a few days. Yojimbo had never had a slave girl before, but this girl looked like she been had by a number of masters. What use was a slave girl to a warrior? When he tired of her, he would kill her, sell her, or release her, depending on how she pleased him. But how did one handle a slave girl? Firmly. With discipline. A warrior may not be accustomed to handling slaves, but a warrior understands discipline. Soon this girl would understand it is well. But first he had to secure the ship and make a few critical repairs. He picked up the tool kit and puttered off. Suziku found the stream cold but delightful. In it, she bathed away the salt grime, the stink of squid, the muscle aches, and her old life. She daydreamed of her handsome new master. He seemed a kindly sort; she had been in his service a night and a morning, and he had not beaten her yet. Perhaps this master would not be so bad. It took her five trips to bring the water and firewood aboard the junk. She filled the stove with dry wood from storage and set the new wood aside to dry. She watched her master hammering something nautical as the water began to heat. His muscles were hard and tight, and he pounded with a strong, steady rhythm. A warm wetness crept into her loins as she watched him. Perhaps this master would not be bad at all. The junk's bath chamber was large and bright, tiled with colorful mosaics in a dragon motif. She filled the tub with steaming water and added scented bath oils. Suziku lit candles and incense and the small wood stove beneath the tub. Only then did she summon her master. It seemed to her that it took her new master a long time to appear and when he did, she was startled. She did not know what to expect from him and was anxious to be found worthy in his eyes. More than that, she was curious to know how much patience he had with slaves. "Undress me!" he commanded. With trembling hands she tugged at the hem of his shirt but was abruptly stopped by rough hands which grasped her wrists. She knew better than to try to pull away but couldn't stifle her sharp intake of breath. He paused when he heard it and regarded her more carefully. "Why did you wince just then?" he demanded to know. "Look at me when I speak to you. There is nothing on the floor that you seek." She started to shake, imperceptibly at first. It was impertinent of him to ask her to do that, of all things. Well trained slaves were taught early on not to look a master in the eyes. They were taught to know their place and she had felt the correcting sting of a training paddle on many occasions. It wasn't that she was a slow learner, she would remind herself on these occasions. It was because she knew she was headstrong and could wear a master's patience. She tested her masters' mettle as much as they tested hers, only she was wise enough not to let them catch on. She was well aware that she needed a strong but gentle master to truly dominate her. She longed for the day she would find the man who could direct her every move with only his voice, so eager would she be to please him. But this command, had he no sense of propriety? With an angry scowl in her eyes, Suziku glared at him defiantly. Yojimbo's eyes were hard as obsidian, but his firm lips began to curl into a half smile. "That's better. You have spirit in you still. Your spirit makes you human; had you not spirit I might put you out of your misery now, rather than have a mindless animal in my service." Sensing a certain laxity on the part of her new master, Suziku attempted to pull away. His battle hardened hands held her rigidly, like an iron yoke; any struggle would be useless against him. She ceased her struggling and gazed up at him, her eyes betraying her surprise. Suddenly he released her hands, and said simply: "Continue." As she undressed her master, he spoke softly. "Listen well, girl. I expect only one thing from you: obedience. As I told you before, I do not beat slaves. If I beat you, chances are that you would not survive, and then what would I do for a slave? But if you are not immediately obedient to my every command, I promise you that punishment will be swift and appropriate. Do you understand? You may speak." "Yes, my lord." As Suziku removed Yojimbo's tunic, she noticed that the hair on his chest and belly seemed to form a cross topped by a triangle. It seemed a familiar pattern, but where had she seen it before? Her eyes betrayed curiosity and puzzlement. Yojimbo looked down at his chest and scowled. "It is only a birthmark, no more. We will not speak of it again. Continue." Suziku knelt before her master. Her trembling damp fingers tugged at the knot of his drawstring, and finally released the knot. As his work soiled leggings slipped to the floor, his enormous male member swung upward, striking the startled girl on the chin. He laughed and stepped out of the leggings. As he climbed into the tub, she admired the movement of the ropy muscles in his back, the swing of the sack between his legs, the lean hardness of him. He glanced behind himself quickly and caught her frank gaze. Embarrassed, she looked down at her manacles. She did not see the amusement that passed over his features before he quickly mastered it. "Well," he asked sternly. "What are you waiting for? Get in. Do you expect me to wash myself?" Face burning with shame, she rose and stepped toward the tub. It was as she had feared and hoped. There would be no escape for her honor this time; after so many close escapes, her maidenhead's demise was at hand. Suziku stepped into the tub nervously, and immediately slipped and fell toward her master. Her face slapped the hard muscle of his belly and her shoulders felt his powerful grip as he steadied her. She looked down and found her hand resting on his manhood. She jerked it away. "I . I . I am sorry master! I slipped!" She cringed for the blow that was sure to come this time. He ignored her apology, as if she had not touched his manhood without permission at all. "Sit down," he ordered. "You splash too much." Ignoring her, he eased his massive body into the hot water, with the appropriate pleased sighs. Shyly, she approached him. He nodded curtly and leaned back in the tub. "Does that mean that I am to begin?" she wondered silently. Suziku poured olive oil, imported from the far west, onto her hands and squeezed a half lemon into her palm. She rubbed the mixture onto her master's oddly marked chest, feeling the muscles and sinews play beneath her fingers. With a satisfied grunt, Yojimbo closed his eyes and left her to her work. Emboldened, she continued, washing his hair and face, his arms and legs. With each touch the place between her legs where no man had been became more slippery and anxious. Finally, there was only one place left to wash. Nervously, she grasped his maleness. It was hard and firm, hotter than the water itself, and slippery with its own secretions. She needed little of the olive oil to slide her hands up and down its length. She cleaned carefully under the foreskin and around his seed sack and finally began to pump it slowly. Up and down her hands slid, her own excitement growing with each stroke. Slowly, deliberately, Yojimbo's right hand enveloped her two hands, forcing her to stop her movement. To her astonishment and disappointment, he moved her hands away from his manhood and rolled over on his stomach. There was nothing to do but continue the bath. Why was she so disappointed? Was it because she was unable to finish pleasuring her master, or because in his current aroused state her maidenhead was still in jeopardy? Confused by her own emotions, she plunged into her labors. Firmly she massaged her master's back and shoulders, working out the kinks from many day's labors. She even sat on his buttocks, as she had been taught, to apply more pressure to his shoulders. The sensation of his hard hairy backside sliding over her nether lips was exquisite; she hoped he did not notice how wet she had become. Firmly, then more gently, she washed his rock hard buttocks. Her fingers slipped down his crevasse and found the hole beneath. She massaged it gently and Yojimbo moaned softly. "Perhaps he is not so manly as I thought," she wondered, and began to explore his bunghole with one finger. She worked her finger in to the first, the second, the third knuckle. Slowly she pulled it out, and firmly poked it back in. Thrice more she did this before Yojimbo's hand stopped her. He placed her hands on the backs of his legs and motioned for her to complete the bath. Confused, she complied. "If he doesn't want that, and he doesn't want the other, then what does he want?" she wondered. With a sudden warm supplement to the wetness between her legs, she began to suspect that he was saving his manhood for her. Whether this was a relief or a disappointment, she did not know. She had managed to keep her virginity for such a long time; to lose it now would be so frustrating. She had hoped to give herself first to the man she loved; slaves are seldom allowed hope, but this had been the only hope she had dared to keep. His legs were knotted from tension and work, and she spent quite a lot of time working out the kinks. Once she stopped to add more hot water to the tub. After scrubbing his feet, she sat back and waited for the inevitable. Yojimbo rolled over and looked at her appraisingly. "That was done well," he said simply. Suziku blushed from her nose to her breasts. That she should react so to such simple words of praise surprised her. True, she was not used to praise at all, but to hear kind words from such a powerful man affected her deeply. "Now, let's have a look at you," he boomed. He slid off the tub's incline onto its flat bottom, sitting cross legged. The water reached his nipples. His hands reached out and grasped Susiku firmly, lifting her from the bottom and settling her on his lap. From her kneeling position, she was forced to slide her legs apart and straddle her master's lap, her sex resting lightly against his. She could feel his member throbbing against her. "This is it," she thought. Her cold manacles lay limp in her lap. His next words surprised her. "Open your mouth," he said. Startled, she almost forgot to obey. A sharp glance reminded her who she was, and she opened her mouth wide. Yojimbo grasped her head with one hand and held her teeth open with the fingers of his other. After a few moments of examining her mouth, he mused. "Good teeth. Healthy gums. That's a sign of a healthy slave." Angered, she attempted to bite his fingers. She might has well try to bite off her manacles. Yojimbo simply held her teeth in place with his fingers, ignoring the increase in pressure. Frightened at her audacity, she released her bite immediately. He had every right to beat her after such an attempt, but he took no notice. She had never felt so powerless in the hands of any other master. He removed his hands from her mouth and examined her manacles. "These will have to go. They just get in the way. You do understand that I do not need chains to bind you to my service?" She was beginning to understand just that. There was no hope of escaping this master, even if there was a way off this island. "You may speak." "Yes, master." "Good." He lifted her off his lap and placed her on the side of the tub. "Lean back and spread your legs," he commanded. She complied shakily, her juices flowing. "Here it comes!" she thought. But again she was surprised. Like a mannequin, he arranged her thighs so that the light from the window illuminated her nether regions. Then he examined her merkin and love orifice. "You are clean shaven. That is good. It prevents lice. I see no discharge, no sores, I smell no bad odor." To her astonishment, he was examining her like a common whore. She thought her humiliation was complete when she felt his finger slip into her womanhood. "By Buddha's balls! You are a virgin!" He regarded Suziku with frank amazement. "Now how did you manage that? Speak!" "I was one of over 400 girls in my master's house, lord." "Yes, but still there must be a system." "There was, my lord. I kept track of the conjugal schedule for my master." "Oho! Even so, surely he must have put you at the top of the list." "He did, my lord, on more than one occasion. But lord, he was 83 summers old, and even more winters." "So how long did it take the old goat to plow through 400 girls?" "Only a few months, lord. But at his age, he was easily distracted." "Ha! You will find that I am not so easily distracted," he said, standing. His member throbbed only inches from Suziku's mouth. "Enough talk. Suck!" Dutifully, Suziku opened her mouth and leaned forward, swirling her tongue around the hard knob of his manhood. He tasted of olive oil and lemons, of cinnamon and cloves, and of salty male spunk. She sucked harder and pulled him into her throat. A moan escaped his throat as his engorged weapon throbbed. "He has not had a woman for a long while," she realize with satisfaction. "I may yet save my poor maidenhood." Yet somehow her coming triumph did not give her the satisfaction it should. "Is he the one for whom I have waited for so long?" She bobbed her head faster, stopping occasionally to envelop all of his manhood and swirl her tongue about the purple plum of passion. Soon she felt it growing larger in her throat, erupting with hot salty peppery fluid, filling her mouth and throat with its mushroom flavor. Smiling in triumph, but slightly disappointed in her new master, she gazed up at Yojimbo. A stray drop of man- stuff gleamed on her lower lip. He laughed. "I see now how the old man was distracted. But that was not the main course; it was just an appetizer. It's not every day I get to deflower a virgin, so I plan to savor this." He laughed again at the expression on her face: a mixture of confusion, lust, fear, hope, and inevitability. "This is an occasion!" he roared. "Go and fetch the finest bottle of saki in the hold. Bring a glass. No, bring two glasses. Then come back here. I'm going to make a woman out of you. Go now! Hurry! I'm already getting hard again!" He roared his laughter as she scampered from the tub to comply. As Suziku slipped down the hall, she was reminded of her body's physical needs. She made a mental note to slip up to the deck railing to relieve herself before returning to her ordeal in the tub room. Chilled, she entered the hold and found that many boxes had been tossed about by the storm. Many of the bottles in the wine rack had been broken, but the rack still stood. At the top of the rack, near the high ceiling, was a large ornate and dusty saki bottle, just the thing to appease her master. But how to retrieve it? The room was narrow and high, with shelves on three sides, and the wine rack at the front near the door. She had thought to use the narrow shelving as a ladder to climb up to the bottle, but the rack was separated from the shelves by a window on one side, and the door on the other. She found that by using the shelving on both sides she could climb between them to the top shelf. Then leaning over the gap, she could stretch over and reach the bottle. Suziku was feeling clever and athletic for thinking of such a thing. But she had forgotten about her manacles. As she reached for the wine bottle, her chains became entangled in a broken strut in the wine rack. Off balance as she was, there was no way for her to retreat or climb down. For several minutes she stayed there, feeling the hard wood on her knees, with her legs spread over the two narrow shelves on the opposite walls, and leaning on the wine rack for support. Nervously, she wondered what her master would say when he saw her like this. What would he do? She wished that she had relieved herself before entering this room, because the urge to void her bladder was becoming stronger with her sense of panic, and with her legs spread and immobile it was becoming harder to contain herself. "Suziku! What is keeping you? Answer now!" "Master! I am stuck! My manacles are caught!" Yojimbo padded into the hold with damp feet. He laughed uproariously. "How the devil did you manage..?" He walked under her, peeking up at her naked sex, and chuckled wryly. "Well, let's finish that examination, shall we? It's not every day I get to see a maidenhead." He pushed a large box under Suziku and climbed up. "Beautiful," he sighed. "You know, for a girl of your station, you have a lovely cunt. Let me get a closer look." The burning in her bladder intensified. "No master, you must not ." "Silence, slave! Do not forget your place. I will not remind you again." Suziku fell silent, and concentrated on holding in her flow of urine. The tension, shame, and immobility made it difficult, but she struggled for her very life. After all, what would her master do if she pissed on him? What master would not kill for such an offense? Slowly, she fought down the urge to flow, and she had almost mastered it when she felt the warmth of her master's tongue running up and down her nether lips. "Oh!" she cried, and clamped her mouth shut. He slapped her behind as a warning, and almost received a facefull in return. She clamped down with all the muscles of her sex and held her breath. Suddenly his long hot tongue thrust up her womb hole and tickled her hymen. It seemed to greet his tongue, welcoming it, asking it inside for tea and biscuits. "Never invite strangers in," she thought to her maidenhead, "It will be the end of you." Having a man's tongue where no man had ever been was exhilarating, exciting, fulfilling, and yet she had never been so near death as this moment. The roughness of his beard against her softest, most feminine, feature thrilled her and filled her with shame. Her body was crying for release in new ways as well as old familiar ones. His tongue found the hard button of her desire, and she moaned against her will, "noooooo." He ignored this transgression and continued to lick and suck on the little nubbin, causing sensations that she had never been able to manage alone. Slowly, she felt the building excitement of her release building within her loins; soon her body would betray her and she would lose control. And yet for this glorious orgasm, this moment of ecstasy that now seemed inevitable, perhaps death was not too high a price to pay. After all, what kind of life did a slave have anyway? With one final flick of his tongue, Suziku lost all control. She cried out in ecstasy as a tremendous orgasm flowed through her body. Her loins contracted of their own accord again and again, as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her to the core. With each wave, a squirt of golden fluid escaped from her bursting bladder, each landing on the face or in the mouth of her master, her tormentor, her lover, Yojimbo. After the first four or five bursts she lost all hope; terrified, she was unable to stop the rest of the flow, and it rained down on her master. The pungent smell of hot piss mixed with sexual secretions rose up to meet her nostrils. She was panting from exertion and terror; what would he do now? What would he say? Would her end be quick, or would he torture her first? Yojimbo was surprised at the shower, and shocked. No one, slave or freeborn, had ever done such a thing to him. But what astonished him most of all, was that the experience made his maleness as hard as tempered iron. Anger did not occur to him; all he wanted was a sheath for his sword, and the sheath was just above his head right now. To Suziku's utter astonishment, Yojimbo laughed. "For that you will pay, my little minx!" He sounded positively playful! What could this mean? Yojimbo began to pile boxes into a stable tower. He climbed up and positioned himself directly behind Suziku. His head just touched the ceiling, but from a standing position he was just able to enter her spread cunt from behind. Unable to move, she had no alternative but to allow him access to her most secret place. Roughly, he placed the head of his manhood against her hole and pushed. Suziku screamed as he pierced her virginity. "Gone, gone, gone," she thought. "The only thing of value I possessed is gone. But what does it matter, for I will die soon." Having accepted the inevitability of her death, she began to relax. Soon she noticed that the initial sting was gone and that the sensation of fullness, the rhythm of pounding inside her, the slap of Yojimbo's body on her buttocks were pleasant. No, more than pleasant: fulfilling. This was the feeling she had been aching for, the longing she had borne since she first bled like a woman. It was good, it was exciting, it was getting better with each thrust. How ironic to find the thing she most desired on the day of her death! Roughly, he grasped her breasts and kneaded their fullness. She gasped as he tweaked her nipple, and became slipperier. Presently his hand wandered down to her love button and rubbed it with the ignorant roughness that only a man knows. But it was what she needed, what she desired, and once again she felt her body building toward a massive convulsion: tremendous waves of orgasm, washing away every emotion in their path. Dimly she heard his deep rumbling cry as he reached his release a moment later, flooding her waiting womb with his seed and triggering one last series of violent spasms within her. And after a long moment of mindless bliss, it all came back to her. Her now skinned and reddened knees, her stretched and sore back, the sting of her lost virginity, the stench of piss, and her death, which must now be inevitable. And yet if she were to die now, she would die satisfied. Yojimbo laughed heartily. "I think we need another bath." Suziku was numb. She didn't know what to think. "Let's get you down from there. I told you these manacles would get in the way. After our bath, I'll remove them." After unhooking her manacles from the splintered portion of the wine rack he lifted her gently down from her perch, as if she were no heavier than a large pillow. Standing dumbly before him, she remembered the wine and handed it to him. He laughed again. "Hot water, girl, and plenty of it! Scoot!" He slapped her on her ample rump and nudged her out the door. Yojimbo was already sprawling in the tepid tub by the time Suziku returned with the hot water. Something about him looked so familiar, as if a door to her mind long closed had burst open in a thunderstorm's gusts. Occasionally she glimpsed part of that memory, as if illuminated by lightning in the raging night. She poured the steaming water, eliciting sighs of unabashed pleasure from her master. He motioned her into the tub, and she carefully stepped in and sat near him. He picked her up like a toy and placed her in his lap, settling back lazily. His man-thing was half hard against her bottom, and she gave an involuntary shiver, remembering the morning's danger and delights. Remembering the saki, Yojimbo slid his slave off his lap, reached for it, and took a swig from the ancient bottle. "I should have served him that wine," she scolded herself. "And yet he seems to want nothing more from me now than to lie quietly and comfort him." Suddenly she realized that that was precisely what she wanted at this moment as well. He drew her down into his arms and she put her head on his shoulder. Yojimbo is a warrior, she realized. A man of few words. How odd that she had so recently wished for a man who could dominate her with his voice, when here beside her was a man who controlled her with only a slight gesture. She had never thought that a slave could be truly happy, but there would be satisfaction in serving such a man well. He had only shown kindness. He expected only what was due from a slave, but would accept no less. Idly she began tracing the cross of hair on his chest with her finger. Almost simultaneously, two memories flashed into her mind: she remembered where she had traced just such a marking before, when she was only a child, and she remembered that Yojimbo had ordered her not to discuss the birthmark again. Her hand froze as she felt the tension in his arm around her shoulders. Slowly, she withdrew her hand, and his tension eased. "Master," she whispered, "May I speak?" He did not answer for a moment, but neither did he punish her. She began to suspect that his answer was "No," but then he spoke. His voice was a thrilling powerful baritone, like the rumbling of thunder in the distance. How had she missed the beauty of it before? "I am happy and content, little Suziku, after that tupping in the hold. By the gods, I have never tupped a woman in such an odd posture. I suppose I will always remember it fondly. So, just this once, I will indulge you. Go ahead, ask about the birthmark." "But master, I did not want to ask you about it. I just wanted to say that I like it." "You do?" "Yes. You see, my father had one just like it. I hardly remember my father, but I do remember sitting in his lap and tracing the hair on his chest." "Hmph. That is not possible. This is a family trait, and I am the last of my line on the face of the earth. Of that I am sure." "Perhaps a distant cousin?" "Not likely.unless." Yojimbo held her face gently and studied her eyes. "Tell me about your father. Was he a slave too?" Suziku looked away as tears filled her eyes. "He was, but not for long. We were captured by the Mandarin's warriors, and he only lived a few months in captivity. He came from a far land, fleeing from a great war, and did not speak the language well." "And what far land was that?" Yojimbo queried with some excitement. "He called it Jenesayquah. It must be very far, since none of the educated slaves I met have heard of it." "Oh, it is! I too am from Jenesayquah, and the mark on my chest is proof of that! All the Jenesayquan males bear this mark." Tears filled Suziku's eyes. "Then you and my father are countrymen. And . that country is no more? You said you were the last of your line.." "Perhaps I was hasty. Here you are, after all, and the last time I stood on the sacred soil of Jenesayquah the great war still raged. I had forsaken all thought of returning, but if your father's ship is still in order, perhaps.." "Do you not know the way? Can you not return home in this ship?" Yojimbo laughed. "No, child. This is only a small junk, and Jenesayquah is a great distance. I was shipwrecked on the shores of Nippon some years ago, and was forced to rely on my warrior skills to survive here. But I did manage to salvage a few charms and amulets from the wreck." With a great excited splashing, he bent over the side of the tub, stretching to reach the pocket of his soiled clothing on the floor. The ripple of his muscles over his back stirred womanly emotions within Susiku. Watching his iron backside strain and sway in contrast to the soft and vulnerable wrinkled seed sack between his legs made her desirous of carnal congress once more. After all, now that she was a woman, why not enjoy a man? If a lack of a hymen is all it takes to foster courage, then she decided it should have gone long ago. Boldly she approached her master and stroked his marble thighs, already cooling in the dry air. Yojimbo paid her no attention, so she boldly began to kiss his back, trailing kisses down to his hairy bottom. She sensed that Yojimbo was beginning to lose interest in whatever trinkets he sought. Emboldened, she began to lick the crack of his arse, tickling and nuzzling the whole length of it, until she finally reached his freshly soaped bunghole. Yojimbo sprawled now over the edge of the tub in lazy bliss, and he parted his legs slightly as if to command her to continue. His desire was her command; it was if they were so in tune that she could sense his every wish. Suziku licked her master's shite hole, tickling it playfully with her tongue. The mingled tastes of olive oil and lemon juice were strong, but they did not mask the faint tang of her own urine, the musky male aroma, and the flavor of a healthy bowel. For any other man she would die before offering this gift, but the blissful moans of her master swept away any feelings of shame or reluctance she might have harbored. Enthusiastically she plunged her tongue into his hole, tickling and thrusting, twisting and twirling, savoring the taste of her master. But now his manhood waved about seeking for attention. It would have to wait. The sack of his manhood had shrunk as she reamed his hidden parts, and his twin seed pods were held close to his loins. Sucking gently, she held his globes in her mouth, teasing them with her tongue, and feeling them slide slowly up or down, seemingly independent of one another. Her nose was pressed tightly into his freshly reamed hole as she sucked, and she smelled his male muskiness, stronger now than the scent of the bath water. The hair of his sack tickled her tongue pleasantly. Yojimbo moved slightly and one of his precious globes popped from her mouth, followed quickly by the other. He turned around and she devoured his man thing hungrily, sucking, licking, and stroking it passionately. Dipping a finger in the olive oil, she gently inserted it in his bottom as she sucked. Yojimbo's sharp hiss of pleasure emboldened her further. She stroked his twin passion fruit with the other hand and bobbed her head up and down on his pleasure pillar, thirsting for another squirt of male nectar from his finely sculpted fountain, knowing that the taste of her master's seed would be the sweet proof that she had truly pleased him. But the firm touch of Yojimbo's hands on her shoulders meant that she would be denied this gift. But why? Had she not done her best to please him? Gently but firmly, he guided her mouth away from his loins. The disappointment was almost too much to bear. Did he not desire her? What could she possibly do to regain his favor? Yojimbo knelt in the tepid water so that the two were face to face. He still held his hands on her shoulders, and she gazed deeply into his jet black inscrutable eyes. What did he desire? She would willingly give anything, even her life, to this master if he asked it. But what? Slowly, gently, and tenderly, Yojimbo gathered Suziku into his arms, gazing intently into her eyes all the while. Before Suziku quite realized what was happening, he held her in a sweet embrace, and her lips, parted in surprise, were pressed gently to his. Their tongues probed gently, tasting each other's passion, and the kiss lingered as their lips found new confidence. Gradually, as if waking from a dream, the kiss ended. Suziku felt lightheaded, never daring to imagine that her master would grant her such an intimate favor. Being tupped from behind was one thing, but this smacked of lovemaking. What did this mean? Where would it lead? As if in answer to her unasked question, Yojimbo lifted her into his lap and inpaled her gently on his love organ. Holding her firmly by her bottom and shoulders, he moved her up and down. She put her shins on the tiled floor and helped him to establish a rhythm, and he loosened his grip. Suziku felt the tepid water enter her with each thrust, and exit warmer; it made a delicious sensation of cool pressure in her womb. The tempo of their fucking made waves that splashed over the side of the tub onto the floor. Yojimbo grasped the round globes of Suziku's breasts and kneaded them roughly, pausing now and then to suck on them like a baby. Though the pleasure was building rapidly between her thighs, Suziku wondered idly why a grown man would want to suck like a baby. The intense joy of this novel sensation cut short that thought, and she was swept away on tides of rapture. As the first of many sweet spasms erupted in her secret place, she clasped Yojimbo to her breast. Their lips sought each other again and again until the forces of ecstasy held them rigid with pleasure, breathless, motionless except for the rhythmic pulsing in their loins. After an eternity or a moment, she was not sure which, Susiku felt the last pulse of Yojimbo's seed spurting within her. She squeezed his manhood within her, as if she could kiss it with her nether lips. Though carnal act was over, he did not release her, and she clung to him like a drowning woman might cling to a stable stone. In time, their breathing became calmer, and their lips sought each other again, but softer this time; the need had fled but the want remained. The waves in the remaining tepid water began to calm, and the sounds of the outside world began to register again on their senses: the wind, the roar of the surf, the bird calls, and the creaking of the masts. Too soon she felt the cool water seep into her as his hot shrunken member slipped out. Still they held each other in a close embrace, no longer master and slave, but compatriots seeking a way home. After a time Yojimbo chuckled warmly. "You, woman, are a distraction. Wait here and behave yourself." He climbed dripping from the tub and began to dig through the pockets of his discarded garments, now soaked with the spilled bath water. Suziku, chilled, found a little hot water remaining in the kettle and poured it into the tub. "Here it is," he said, splashing toward his lover. "Now if I were your father, I would have keyed the ship to respond to you as a precaution, in case something happened to him, so you will have to . you must .. You have no idea what I'm talking about." "None whatsoever, my lord." "Knock off that `my lord' nonsense. Jenesayquah has no slaves. You are a free woman now." Suziku stared at him blankly. She did not understand exactly what a free woman was; from her experience, a free woman appeared to be just another type of slave, albeit at a higher level. What possible difference could it make to her who she served? "Yes, my mast. my . sir." Yojimbo sighed. "We'll work on it. Now how am I going to explain all this to you?" His brow knitted in frustration. "OK. This is a magic amulet. You must hold it in your hand and say three words. Will you do that?" "Anything, my . sir." He put the object in her hands and clasped her hands around it. "Repeat after me: Owah." "Owah" "Tagoo." "Tagoo" "Siam." "Siam." As soon as she had finished the incantation, the charm began to speak in a strange language. Suziku squealed and dropped it in the water, and Yojimbo cursed and fished it out, dripping and still chattering. Yojimbo began to converse with the object in the same strange language, a language that seemed somewhat familiar to Suziku. Could it be the language of her long forgotten home, Jenesayquah? The conversation was over quickly, and Yojimbo shouted with joy. He tried to explain to Suziku, but it was unclear. "So, when I spoke the incantation to the magic charm, it allowed you to speak to the demon my father left behind to guard the ship. And that demon is bringing the ship here to take us home?" Yojimbo winced. "That's the gist of it. It should not take long. Let's go out to the beach and watch for it." "But we are far from Nippon; it could take days to sail here. And how will it find us?" "Don't worry about it. It's magic! The amulet will guide it to us." "But, it is dark out! How can we see its sails?" "The ship will be lit up. You will see. Come!" Childlike with excitement, Yojimbo raced up the ladder to the main deck and leaped onto the beach. "Come on," he shouted, holding his arms wide to catch her. Suziku leaped into his arms, striking him across the back with the chain from her manacles when she landed. "Ouch. I told you this thing would get in the way. Well, we'll have it off you soon. The `demon' said that the ship would come from the west." Suziku wondered about this. Of course it would come from the west. That is where the water is. Yojimbo was acting so strange since he found that they were from the same land. Are all the Jenesayquans so odd? Although she felt foolish standing there, she would cheerfully stand beside Yojimbo all night if it pleased him. She was still damp from the bath, and the cool night breeze chilled her a bit; Yojimbo held her in his strong arms to protect her from the wind, his hands clasped in hers on her belly, and his proud penis pressing poignantly upon her pert posterior. The night was clear, and the milky way was spread across the sky like the flickering of a billion fireflies in the night. The warm surf lapped gently at their feet. "Oh, look, master! A falling star! Make a wish!" He laughed. "I wish to take this happiness home with me to Jenesayquah." He kissed her on the back of her neck and held her close. "It's beautiful. It's still glowing. It's as if it is coming toward us." "It is. That is the ship to take us home. Your father's ship." "A flying ship. I remember. I used to tell the other slave children that I came on a flying ship from a far place. In time I came to believe that I made the story up myself, as children sometimes do. Yet here it is." The ship was long and slender, finished in graceful curves. There were no sharp corners, no regular geometrical forms, and yet it was beautiful in its simple symmetry. A flattened globe formed its main cabin on the forward end, and it was separated from two mighty glowing engines in the rear by a slightly curved cylinder. The overall impression was of a ship sculpted from one gleaming ingot of seamless silver. The ship hung in the air, still hot from its passage through whatever realm the demons traversed so quickly. Suddenly, where there was no door ,a door opened and a gangplank descended. Suziku stood staring, rooted to the spot, but Yojimbo laughed and mounted the ramp, pulling her after him in his excitement. She entered the craft and found herself in a room the like of which she had never imagined, and yet it seemed familiar . and much smaller than it should be. The walls were gleaming metal, with no rust or blemish to be seen. The ceiling was aglow with light, but no torches, candles, or oil lamps were present anywhere. Tiny lights sparkled in the walls and on the strange slanted tables, studded with jewels and odd protrusions and shapes. Large windows allowed her to look out on the beach and the junk below, but no windows were visible from the outside. This was truly a magical place, and yet she knew that she had come home. Yojimbo barked commands in that odd familiar language . she thought some of the words sounded distantly familiar . and the door closed. He seated himself in a large lounge, and motioned Suziku to join him. She was about to lean over and kiss him, but she found herself stuck tight to the chair. He smiled reassuringly at her, and her panic subsided. With a few more commands from her master, the demon drove the ship into the sky at tremendous speed. Suziku felt herself pressed into the lounge, as if a great weight had descended on her. But she remembered that she had felt this weight before as a child; it had frightened her then, but she had lived through it. She could do little more than look out the window above her head, as the stars brightened and began to burn steadily without twinkling. Then the weight was gone, but she felt as if she was falling. But this feeling was like an old familiar friend. She had flown through this room as a child, and had dreamed about it ever since. She struggled to free herself from the lounge, and Yojimbo, seeing that she had no distress, spoke the command to release her. Laughing, she floated about the room. She remembered what the rings on the walls were for, and she began to pull herself along, exploring this strange new/old place. She pulled herself to the window and was startled to discover that from this height the world appeared to be round. She decided that it must be an illusion; after all, the further away things are, the smaller they look: the edges of the world are further away than the center, so they must look smaller, and the whole thing looks like a sphere. But it was a very convincing illusion. Yojimbo was deep in a conversation with the demon, but he kept a wary eye on Suziku. After several moments of tense conversation, he smiled and said, "We're going home now. It will be a little while before we can really get started because we have to get farther away from the sun. Let's get cleaned up. You gave me a lovely bath this morning. Now let me return the favor." He grasped her hand and towed her aft to what appeared to be a blank wall, and began another conversation with the demon. He laughed. "You are going to love this," he grinned and gave the demon another command. "Trust me," he said, and steered her pretty backside up against the strange wall. It was warm, soft, and spongy; she sank immediately into it with no resistance whatever. It covered her like water, but it felt like warm slippery skin. Then it began to suck her deeper. Frightened, she began to chant the demon incantation silently to herself, like a mantra, to gain power over the monsters should they turn on her: "Owah Tagoo Siam, Owah Tagoo Siam, ." The words of power sounded silly without Yojimbo's guidance. "Don't worry. It's safe," Yojimbo soothed. "There are some pretty wild programs here, but I'll start you off with an easy one." The wall pulled her legs in first and she slowly sank up to her chest. Finally, the strange substance began to creep up her shoulders and neck as if it were alive. Before she could properly panic, the stuff covered her face and head. Suziku screamed, but then realized that she could still breathe and see. The warm goo left her mouth, nostrils, and eyes uncovered, though her lips and eyelids were enveloped in the warm doughy stuff. Although she was reasonably comfortable and unharmed, Suziku did not see this as an experience she wished to repeat. It was like sitting in a vat of warm bread dough. "Are you ready to start?" Asked Yojimbo. "There's more?" He laughed. "Oh yes, there is more." He gave the demon the command, and the world changed. The dough began to move. Gently at first, as if being caressed by warm currents: a touch here, a tickle there. The sensations began to build slowly with indescribably complexity. At one point she was sure someone was sucking on her toes, and someone else licking her fingers. She closed her eyes to savor the sensations and felt butterfly kisses on her eyelids. Someone was massaging her breasts, then there were thousands of hummingbirds flapping their wings, all over her skin. She was being scrubbed between body sized soft brushes one moment, and tickled by a million tiny feathers the next. Experimentally she moved her arms and legs, and found little resistance. She found that whatever demons or angels were pleasuring her changed their tactics as she moved her body. No amount of movement was sufficient to block her air passages, so she began to experiment. She stretched her arms languorously overhead and was treated to a swirling tornado of kisses from head to foot. She parted her legs and the attention became more personal. Tiny fingers massaged the lips of her sex individually, and mouths sucked at her nipples. She spread her legs wider and the demons began to enter her, twisting, swirling, like a thousand tongues inside her. Wider still, and the swirling tongues pulsed and pounded like a tireless man; soon another finger or phallus entered her shite hole tentatively, and finding no resistance, it pounded away in time with its counterpart nearby. Finally, with every square inch of skin caressed, sucked, kissed, or fucked, Suziku exploded in an orgasm that seemed to shake the demon ship's very decks. She might have passed out, she was not sure, but when she regained her composure her head was emerging from the wall. It was expelling her just as it had drawn her in. She found that her skin was clean, dry, and glowing, that her hair was soft, freshly brushed, and sweetly scented, and that her manacles were floating freely in the hallway. She also found that the deck was still shaking violently from time to time. "What now? More trouble?" she wondered. Suziku would have liked to have a few minutes to recover from the best bath she had ever had, but apparently there wouldn't be time for that. She pulled herself back to the ship's bridge, where Yojimbo was barking orders at the ship's demon. "What's happening?" She cried. "We're under attack by a warship of some kind. I'm trying to get a visual on it.." A huge angular shape swam into view in one of the large windows. The ship's demon had written incantations in glowing letters down the side of the window as well. "Oh, no. Not again," Yojimbo wailed. "What is it?" "A warship of the Pazankor empire. Pazankor and Jenesayquah have been at war for generations. We are lost." Suziku was startled as one of the windows suddenly became a window into the flying warship. There was powerful magic here, no doubt. In the window was a bald blue person with no genitalia. He, she, or it seemed quite irate. "Poxrabies!" cried Yojimbo. "Yojimbo. I thought I had seen the last of you." "I have lived only to seek my revenge, Poxrabies. I have been marooned on that barbaric world these five cycles." "Your revenge will have to wait, warrior, for some time yet. At present it seems that you have delivered the Princess Zuci Klu into my hands. I have sought her in these systems for 12 cycles, and here she is, in the King's own yacht. Twelve cycles I have monitored this ship and finally my patience has been rewarded!" "You are wrong, Poxrabies. This is but a barbarian slave girl from the water planet. She is of no importance." "Your claims are of no importance. Her DNA will tell the tale." He barked a command and a strange radiance filled the room. Suziku's fingers began to tingle, and she became numb and dizzy; the last thing she saw before losing consciousness was the sight of Yojimbo's sightless eyes and slack mouth. When reason returned to Suziku and Yojimbo, they were floating before the face of an enormous blue person, and his mood had not improved. Suziku screamed at the sight of the giant and again when she caught sight of Yojimbo drifting before her, for his arms and legs were missing. As she reached for him, she found that she too had no arms or legs, and she found herself so full of terror that she was unable to scream any longer. Suziku, Yojimbo, and Poxrabies drifted through the air of a bright control room much like that of the demon ship in which they left the Earth, but perhaps twenty times larger to accommodate its enormous pilot. Even so, Poxrabies still appeared cramped in the gigantic chamber. The huge blue djinn was not entirely naked: on his wrist was a band covered with studs and glowing lights, and there was a silver ring attached to his groin where his genitals should have been. Inside the ring was a blurry blue spot, much like the blurry flesh colored spots that Suziku saw where Yojimbo's arms and legs should have been. Suziku had little time to puzzle over these matters before Poxrabies scooped them both up in a translucent bubble-like container. They both bounced off the elastic walls and each other as he fastened the lid. "I trust that these accommodations will do for the present, your highness? I have no luxury suites for royal guests, however I'm sure that you two breeders will find the privacy and intimacy of this suite more than adequate. "If you need anything, feel free to call me. I won't answer you, but feel free to call." With an evil leer through the eyehole in the lid, he placed the container in a storage cupboard and went about his undoubtedly evil business . Suziku began to weep again. "Suziku! Listen!" shouted Yojimbo. "We are not harmed! Do not be frightened." Events felt unreal, like a nightmare from which she could not wake; at the same time she was curiously alert to her new surroundings. "Suziku! Listen to my voice!" shouted Yojimbo. " In zero gravity, her tears welled up in her eyes and she had to shake her head to throw her tears away. "Our arms and legs." she began. "Our arms and legs are still attached," he soothed. "Wave them. Snap your fingers. Wiggle your toes." "I feel them, but I can't touch anything else!" "These bands at our thighs and shoulders act as portals into 4th dimensional space. Look closely at my shoulder, and you can see my hand waving." She looked, and dimly, as if it were miles away, she saw Yojimbo's hand waving slowly. "Then it is only sorcery?" "Yes. When Poxrabies removes the bands, we will have our arms and legs back as good as new. This is a humane method of securing prisoners, at least as far as the Pazankors are concerned. We'll float about in this little cell, bumping into one another occasionally, and there is nothing we can do about it.." "But he wears a magic band as well!" "Yes, around his sex organs, to eliminate temptation. His kind have renounced sex. They reproduce by cloning, I mean by black magic." "That explains why he is so cranky." "Yes. He believes that the desire to mate will drive us mad. Putting us in this small room together is his way of torturing us." "Then we are prisoners. That is not good." "Yes, and . there is more you must know." "Yes?" "Poxrabies has confirmed that you are the lost princess Zusi Klu of the Procterngob dynasty. If your father is truly dead, then you are the hereditary ruler of Jenesaquah, but now your capture will demoralize our troops and our cause will be lost." "That's bad." "It's worse." "How could it be worse?" "For me, it is worse. I . I." he struggled with the words, "I . deflowered you, my princess! I, a lowly warrior, have laid hands on my holy princess! My life is forfeit! Even if we survive Poxrabies plans for us, even if we manage to escape, I must be executed." Yojimbo shook off his fear and continued more boldly, "But first we must escape, and I vow to you my princess, that I will give my life to preserve your safety!" This confession was too much for Suziku to absorb, so she said nothing. The leap from slave to princess was beyond her comprehension. The couple floated silently for a moment. Yojimbo's bottom drifted before Suziku's face for a moment before she tumbled away. Soon she realized that their social and criminal status had no bearing on their current plight. "There must be a way to break this spell," ventured Suziku. "All spells have weaknesses. It is just a matter of finding them." "There may be a way, but it will be difficult." Yojimbo mused. "These bands must be carefully aligned to bend space the way they do. If we could knock them out of alignment, we might be able to disable them." "So, I could use my head to push off from a wall and crack them on another wall?" "No, the walls are soft to the touch. Besides, we need more than a physical knock to disrupt these devices. Close proximity to another band might warp their circuitry enough to cause a malfunction. It's risky, and it won't be easy. Try squeezing your thighs together, and you'll see that the bands repel each other." "So what do we do?" "I don't know. We would need to strike your four bands against my four sharply. I don't know how we would do that without flying apart. I don't even know how to get close to you, and touching you is a capital offense!" Suziku sighed. "They can only execute you once, warrior. We have our mouths, and you at least have a digit to hold me with. We are approaching now! Quickly! Kiss me and try to maneuver your cock into me! Now!" Their mouths touched and they kissed as hard as they could. Their bodies continued their motion and their lips rotated slowly past one another, occasionally breaking contact. Suziku shoved her tongue into Yojimbo's mouth and as he kissed it their bodies slowed and locked. Breathing air from each others lungs, they paused a moment. Then Suziku twisted her head slowly and her body began to align itself with Yojimbo's. With cock to pussy and head to head, the broke the kiss carefully to get a better grip. Then Yojimbo began carefully probing at Suziku's dampening slit with his already hard and pulsing cock. He was surprised at his excitement; the challenge of making love without limbs in zero G was a new experience for him. It seemed as if all sensation was centered on his cock, as in a way, it was. It seemed like hours before he finally managed to enter her without losing their alignment. Several times they lost their hold on their lips and drifted apart, but they found that a kiss on another part of the body was a good hold in an emergency and they became practiced at realigning themselves one kiss at a time. By the time the couple merged, Yojimbo was near to exploding. Finally they were in place. Slowly, carefully, kissing fiercely, they separated their shoulder and hip bands and tried to click them together simultaneously. But Suziku was so slippery that Yojimbo almost slipped out of her. The exquisite motion of her cunt sliding up his pole, almost to the tip, almost pushed Yojimbo over the edge. Suziku kissed harder so not to drift away, and slowly, glacially, she slid back down. When he filled her completely, he felt her pussy tighten, as if to hold him more securely. Tiny moans escaped from her throat and her love tunnel tightened again, and again. Yojimbo could restrain himself no longer: with an involuntary jerk he exploded within her, and since each action has an equal and opposite reaction, he jetted away from her, spewing sperm along the way. Suziku was the first to recover her breath. "That was fun," she said, "but it didn't help much. Shall we try facing the opposite direction this time?" Yojimbo moaned exhaustedly, but he dutifully nudged himself in her direction the next time he came near the wall. It took the pair an hour or more to make physical contact again. This time it was Yojimbo who managed to snare Suziku's shapely buttocks with his lips. Sucking as hard as he could, he slowly twisted his neck so that both their heads were pointing the same direction. He rested his lips for a moment, and then began the slow journey down the crack of her ass, swinging his own cock nearer Suziku's waiting mouth with each inch gained. Suziku trembled with anticipation, but with great effort she otherwise managed to remain motionless. He almost lost his grip near her anus when he began to taste his own cold sticky seed mixed with Suziku's musky odor, but he swallowed and sucked harder to avoid floating away. Inch by inch, he crept from her anus to her love tunnel. Finding this spot too slippery, he inserted his tongue and nudged it gently to leap the last few inches to his final destination ... and he missed. Luckily, his now hard manhood had just that moment approached Suziku's lips closely enough that she could suck it in. She sucked him hard into her throat and Yojimbo gasped. She held him tightly in her mouth, and he stopped drifting away from her; after a few heartbeats of tension his mouth once again drifted slowly toward her pudendum. Ignoring the exquisite sensations from below, he secured his position with a wet open mouthed kiss on Suziku's bare pussy. With suction from two mouths they found this position more stable than the other. As one body, they tried to tap the eight magic bands together: arm bands against leg bands and vice versa. The bands mutual repulsion made it difficult to get contact, but they worked out a rhythm. Grunt, tap, rest; grunt, tap, rest. At some point, the grunt signals turned to moans of pleasure, but it was pleasure with a purpose. Each tap was a little harder than the one before, and each tap came a little closer to forcing the two apart. Finally, when it was clear that a harder tap would break their grip, Yojimbo leaned the stubs of his arms and legs as far back as he could to prepare for one huge final blow. Suziku followed his lead. When she was in position, she gave the final signal, a loud moan deep in her throat that vibrated Jojimbo's penis to the roots of his soul. Again, he felt his sap rising; soon he would flood Suziku's sweet mouth with his seed, but he desperately fought down his orgasm. As one they banged the bands together one last time. They heard a flash and saw a crackling noise, and felt their arms wrapping about each others legs and buttocks. Overjoyed, they hugged, and patted each others bottoms, but it was too late to stop sucking now. Freedom to hold each other was like an aphrodisiac. Now that they were in no danger of drifting apart, each began to suck the other with gusto, with relish, with abandon, until the orgasms they had deferred earlier overcame them now with doubled force. As Yojimbo filled Suziku's mouth with his hot seed, his own face was covered with the slippery signs of her passion. The couple held each other for a time, eyes closed, and murmured sweet thoughts. This time Yojimbo was the first to come back to reality, though what reality he had come to he could not say. "Look!" he said, awed. They were no longer in the cell. They floated in a featureless gray void, lit from all directions. Only one other object was in sight, far in the distance. Although they had caught up with their arms and legs, the malfunctioning bands had dragged them bodily into the 4th dimension. "Oops," said Yojimbo. "Let me guess," ventured Suziku. "Instead of bringing back our arms and legs, we followed them to the nether world." "Close enough," Yojimbo agreed. "And the 4th dimensional bands are back in the real world, so there is no way to return. I didn't think our situation could get any worse, but it has. We're not likely to find any other objects in this universe, nothing to stand on, no food, no water; we're completely alone!" "What's that over there?" Suziku queried, pointing to a blue object in the distance. "I don't know, but it seems to be drifting closer." "It looks like . it can't be!" But it was. It was an enormous blue phallus, floating freely. As it approached Suziku saw that it was not a human phallus; although it was roughly the same shape, it was covered with unfamiliar knobs and markings and it was the height and width of a full grown man. Wisps of long blue hair radiated from its bulging scrotum. "Grab for it!" shouted Yojimbo. Without thought, Suziku caught a curl of coarse blue hair tight in her fist. The hair almost yanked out of her fist as the thing passed by, but the princess held tight, and the two of them rebounded into the testicular sack. The giant scrotum began to contract, pulling its four (four??) testicles tight against the base of the massive alien cock. Yojimbo and Suziku both held tight to the hairy blue balls. "This is our way out," said Yojimbo. "Do you see the 4th dimensional ring? We just have to get Poxrabies to remove the ring, and we'll go through to the real universe with his pizzle." "And how do we get him to do that?" "Actually, I'm not sure that it comes off. The Pazankors get the rings at birth, and generally never remove them. But if we keep kicking his balls, he will find a way. If not, we'll tunnel our way out with our teeth!" "You warriors! Always kicking and biting and gouging. And when we force him to remove the ring, what do you think that Poxrabies will do to us then?" Yojimbo looked thoughtful. "Oh, yeah. Well do you have a better plan?" Before Suziku could answer, the massive testicles began to twist back and forth and the huge penis began to swing back and forth just above their heads. "He know's were here," she said. "Sieze his organ, warrior, before he knocks us away." Holding fast to Poxrabies scrotum hair with both hands, Suziku and Yojimbo managed to catch the swinging shaft between their legs. Almost immediately it began to erect, stretching them between the shaft and the hair of his scrotum. "Hold on to his pizzle, warrior. I have a plan." She released her hold on the tremendous scrotum and wrapped her body around the growing blue shaft. Yojimbo followed her lead, taking the other side of the incredible cylinder. "If he has had the magic ring since birth, then he has never touched himself," she shouted. "We'll stroke him until he can stand it no more! It will be a most cruel and fitting mental torture for one such as he, and if he can remove the ring I'm sure he will do so quickly." "And if you're wrong?" She shrugged. "Then we try your plan. Mine won't work if we try it after yours." Yojimbo agreed. After all, he had nothing to lose, and she was his princess. "How do we do this? He is huge!" "I'll climb to the tip," she said. "It should be more sensitive, if this djinn is anything like a man. You follow me and stroke the shaft. You know what to do: you've been doing it all your life." Holding the blue shaft tightly with her legs and arms, she slowly climbed toward the tip. The giant cock began to stiffen even more and she felt it pulsing along her cheek and belly. Her already moist and sticky pussy began to get wet as she slid along. When she reached the oddly shaped alien glans she almost lost her grip; it was covered with slippery precum, swaying precariously, and almost too large to hold. However, she found footholds in the strange pebbly foreskin and managed to continue her climb. When she reached the end of the foreskin, the glans was so slippery that Suziku had no option but to climb into the foreskin itself to avoid being flung off into 4th dimensional space. Sliding her legs and body between the warm slick membranes was at once disgusting and highly erotic. Once she got used to the odd feeling of being enveloped in someone's foreskin, her disgust dissipated and the erotic sensations remained. She was able to slide about between the glans and foreskin, stroking the glans with her arms and legs and body, and no matter how the penis flopped about, she could not be dislodged. Meanwhile Yojimbo was having a devil of a time hanging on to the djinn's massive shaft. Finally, he grasped the massive member with his arms and legs and humped it with his whole body. Judging from the stiffening that followed these vibrations, the strategy must have had an effect. Soon it ceased to be a strategy and he dry fucked his stiffened cock against the giant's. If they died here today, at least he was defiling the enemy. After a lifetime of abstinence it didn't take long. Soon the massive member swelled to half again its erect size, squeezing Suziku tightly within the foreskin. There was a moment of stillness, of anticipation. Suziku's face was near the point of eruption, and she struggled to get out of the line of fire. It was well that she did, for the first blast of come was like a rocket: gallons and gallons of slightly greenish alien come, smelling of mushrooms and chlorine, gushing far into the gray infinity for almost a minute. Then came the second spurt, almost as strong as the first, and the third, the fourth.. Suziku counted 124 spurts of the stuff until finally they slowed to a dribble, and then she lost count. Each dribble released a prodigious quantity of sperm, and without gravity it began to collect at the tip of Poxrabies huge member, almost drowning the princess. She found that a few slaps and shoves would send the goo off into space if she didn't let too much of it pool up around her. As she shoved at it she noticed that the color had turned from green to blue and wondered what that might mean. Suddenly and without warning, the stream stopped and Poxrabies was still. Yojimbo felt it first: the pulsing of Poxrabies circulatory system had stopped. They had killed him. Without the life force of Poxrabies body to power it, the 4th dimensional gateway ring shut down, and Suziku and Yojimbo found themselves in the control room of Poxrabies ship, along with his genitals, his desiccated body, and enough sperm to cover the walls and control panels. And the two of them. "Amazing!" exclaimed Yojimbo. "A lifetime of orgasms at once. Look at him! He is completely drained." "It sort of gives a girl a feeling of power," said Suziku, winking at Yojimbo. "I'll try not to abuse it." "Do you know what this means?" he asked. "This is the weakness of the great and powerful Pazankor empire. With this knowledge we can win the war." "What do you mean? We could have both been killed doing battle with this one Pazankor pizzle. I don't think we'll win any wars giving undercover hand jobs." "Don't you see? No, of course you don't. We have the technology to induce orgasms from a distance. We could broadcast those sex rays to the Pazankor fleet. If it doesn't destroy them outright, it will demoralize them." "So why didn't you use that weapon before?" Yojimbo looked sheepish. "We never thought of it as a weapon. We just used it for a party prank. You know, to break the ice.." He looked thoughtful. "To tell the truth, princess, I was never invited to those sort of parties." She smiled at him and slid up his body to kiss him thoroughly on the mouth. "You will be, my warrior. You will be." 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