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DISCLAIMER: The following is a fictitious story depicting fictional
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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.
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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
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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."
The end?
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