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Misfits

   Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.  Adults Only. 
rache696@yahoo.com

   Note: This story consists of 15 chapters.  Please see Chapter 1 for
details.

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   The Misfits

   Chapter Ten



   "I'm home!" Troy gasped and looked behind her just as the archway
disappeared into a lush tropical rainforest.

   "Do you like it?" I asked, smiling at the joy on her face when she
looked upward.

   She'd come from a moon in the Sarabai System, a large one about the size
of earth that circled a gas giant much like Jupiter.  The planet dominated
the night sky with swirls of orange, yellow, and red, casting a golden
light through the canopy high above.  The trees were thick and growing
hundreds of feet high.  The ground had been covered with a thick carpet of
freshly fallen leaves so that it felt as if we were walking on foam and
Troy had already removed her slippers.

   "Yes, Master!" she gushed, giggling as she danced through the brush,
mainly thick shrubs with orchids blooming black and red and every color in
between.

   "I'm glad," I said.  "I'll keep this place just for you."

   "What?  I don't understand." She glanced at me over her shoulder and
then began to call out in her native tongue.

   "Troy," I said, running to catch up with her and she'd already found the
edge of the room.  She pressed her hands against the wall as if it were
made of glass and the jungle continued on the other side of it.

   "Where are my parents?" she asked in her lilting English.  "My village
is just over there, on the other side of the river."

   "We're still on the ship," I told her and she laughed lightly and called
out again.

   I watched as she followed the wall around the room and the slave I'd
bought from Vonald had to be the most magnificent creature I'd ever laid
eyes on.  She was certainly the most beautiful female and if Srah seemed
perfect to me, and she did, then magnificent had to be the only word for
Troy.  Marcia looked pretty and my mother decidedly beautiful, but my two
alien slaves were beyond description.  Three, if you counted Esya, but he
wasn't a slave, merely my page.

   Perhaps I found Troy so breathtaking precisely because she wasn't from
earth.  I hadn't exactly sorted out my feelings on the subject, but
sometimes I felt as if I'd never really belonged among my own kind.  Marcia
felt the same way and she was convinced of our destiny, that we'd always
been meant just for this.  To escape earth and live among the stars with
aliens and live less ordinary lives.  Sometimes I believed her, but not
always.  Lots of times I figured we were just really lucky.

   "Troy..." I caught up with her again and she'd stopped laughing.  "We're
not on your world.  It's just a garden and up there, the sky is just a
hologram."

   "But my parents..."

   "They're not here," I said.  "We're alone.  Just you and me, okay?"

   "This is a trick?" She swallowed hard and blinked her large, dark eyes.
"You're making fun of me now?"

   "No," I sighed, stepping closer and putting my hands on her hips.

   "I'm sorry." She lowered her head.  "I forgot."

   "You forgot what?"

   "My father sold me," she said.  "My brother is getting married.  Sons
are important.  I'm happy he sold me to you."

   "Would you like me to send you home?" I asked and only a human would
have asked her that, and only one from my particular time and place, I
suppose.

   "You would return me?"

   "If you want me to," I said.

   "No." Troy blinked rapidly and shook her head.  "I would rather die than
shame my family that way."

   "I didn't mean..."

   "Why would you punish me like that?" she demanded as tears filled her
eyes.

   "I'm not..."

   "Have I angered you?" she asked.  "I didn't mean to.  I'm sorry,
Master."

   Troy went to her knees, pressing her wet cheek against my tunic and I
stroked her black hair, so fine that it felt like a shadow beneath my
fingers.  I'd only meant to make her happy and she'd gotten angry.  I'd
tried again and now she was crying.  A part of me, Tristam, must have been
amused at my frustration because I couldn't help but smile.  I'd lived some
fifty lifetimes, even more than that, and I still didn't understand women.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

   "So?  How was she, my Lord?" Ransom asked.  "Feisty, I'll wager. 
Virgins always are."

   "I didn't fuck her," I told him, pulling my sword and tossing the
scabbard onto a table with a clatter.

   "Why not?" He drew his own sword.  "You could have bought a whorehouse
for the price you paid."

   "Don't remind me." I chuckled and held my sword en parte, offering the
black giant a bow.

   "I wonder if Lady Helena has found a use for hers." Ransom grinned and
held up his saber.  "Whenever you're ready, my Lord."

   We fought side by side for an hour, battling an endless hoard of Raltese
pirates.  They were only holograms, of course, and their skills were
somewhat lackluster, but the point was the work.  They were good exercise
and that's precisely what I needed.  The real workout came after a short
rest, when I faced Ransom and I always looked forward to testing myself
that way.

   "You're getting better, my Lord," Ransom said, panting the words as he
leapt away from my saber.

   "I feel better," I agreed, feinting at his left thigh before turning the
blade upwards.

   He could be surprisingly quick for such a large man, but even so, Ransom
barely parried the cut to his abdomen.  My problem wasn't my considerable
skill or superb technique, but rather a lack of coordination.  I'd never
excelled at sports or any sort of physical activity more strenuous than
watching Saturday morning cartoons.  Thankfully, several grueling workouts
everyday for three weeks had gone a long way towards fixing that.

   I wasn't nearly as proficient as I'd been in the prime of my previous
life, but I'd get there eventually.  For the moment it was enough that I
could hold my own against Ransom for nearly twenty minutes before he
slipped past my guard and gave my shoulder a cold, stinging kiss to
remember him by.

   "Fuck!" I winced, looking at my tunic and feeling the blood flowing
inside it.  "Ouch."

   "Just a scratch, my Lord." Ransom took a deep breath, looking at his
sword and the small red stain on the tip.

   "I need more practice," I sighed.  "Jericho, send the doctor in."

   "You should rest once in awhile," my friend told me, cleaning his blade
before sheathing it.  "Take a day off.  You're pushing yourself too hard."

   "No." I picked up my scabbard and sheathed my saber as Dr.  Esyaseyayas
walked into the room, looking blue and handsome as ever.  "I've got to get
into shape before we go home."

   "With your permission..." the doctor said, reaching for my tunic and
undoing the buttons.  "You could wear armor, my Lord."

   "And what excuse would we have then?" I asked him with a smile, reaching
up to touch his face.

   "Get in shape for Mercia?  Why?" Ransom asked, sitting down as Esya
poured cold water from a perspiring carafe.  "Who do you want to impress?"

   "Nobody," I sighed, examining the doctor's lush, pink mouth with my
thumb while he closed the wound to my shoulder.

   "All better," he said in his sing-song voice.  "Does my Lord require
anything else?"

   "Oh yes," I breathed, sliding my hand behind his head and pulling his
mouth to mine.

   Dr.  Yes had to bend over, being nearly a foot taller than me, and I
liked to give myself to him.  The same way I'd enjoyed being used by Billy
and his friends, or dominated by Mr.  Moore, I liked it best when the good
doctor would take advantage of my small size.  I wanted him to treat me
like a teenage faggot hungry for sexual attention.  He'd taken some
convincing though, as he came from a world called Eyas for short, the full
name being much too long to pronounce, let alone remember.

   Anyway, the Eyasians were never a dominant race; they'd developed a
serene, pacific nature and dedicated themselves to the service of others.
They made the most wonderful servants, as you can imagine, and aside from
being among the finest dancers, musicians, and artists in the galaxy,
they'd elevated medicine to an art form all its own.  Talking Dr.  Yes into
having his way with me had been a challenge, but once he had a better
understanding of what I desired from him...

   "Turn around," he whispered, already tugging at my breeches to expose my
shapely ass.

   "Yessss..." I moaned, finding the table where my sword lay and the
doctor pushed me over it.

   He worked my pants down around my knees and I spread my legs as far as
possible.  I looked over my shoulder at him, drinking in his silver eyes
and hair, his pale blue face turning darker with excitement as he freed his
penis.  This had become our daily ritual, after my evening workouts with
Ransom when I'd invariably need his professional attention.  Dr.  Yes would
take care of my wound and I'd drain his heavy balls, sometimes with my
mouth and other times with my ass.  We liked it both ways and I left it to
his discretion.

   On this particular night, he wanted to fuck me quick and deep.  The
alien pushed me down with his left hand, holding me by the back of my neck
as he rubbed his erection between the cheeks of my ass.  Dr.  Yes had a
huge cock too!  Ten inches long and thick, hard as steel and already
dripping with clear precum much like a human penis would.  It was thin and
watery, tasteless as well, and it made his entry much easier as I tried to
relax around the discomfort of being stretched around him.

   "Don't hold your breath." Ransom chuckled, sipping his water and
watching us.  "I've heard that only makes it worse."

   "Tha-anks!  Ugh!" I grunted as the doctor popped the smooth head of his
prick past my sphincter.  "Fuck!  Me!  That feels...Ugh!  Good!"

   "For me as well, my Lord," Dr.  Yes breathed, pausing with only an inch
or two of fat cock stretching my hole.

   Now that he had me firmly impaled on his prick, he reached beneath me to
find my flat chest and I loved his hands.  Doctor hands, so amazingly soft
and gentle and he knew exactly where and how to touch me.  I closed my eyes
and wriggled my butt, screwing my asshole onto his erection while he
pinched and pulled at my sensitive nipples.  Dr.  Yes didn't move his hips
at all, he didn't fuck me, but let me do all the work for him.  I pushed
myself backwards eagerly, grinding my burning rectum on his swollen prick
as he slid deeper into my gut.

   "I'm still curious why you're so worried about your fencing," Ransom
said, and I think he rather enjoyed idle conversation while I was busy
fucking someone.

   "Ummm huh!" I gasped as the doctor decided to give me a little push,
taking twin handfuls of my boy tits and tugging me onto his cock.

   I still had merely half of his cock inside me and my own was only
semi-hard at best, small and pink and drooling precum onto my thighs as it
flopped around.  My balls ached, however, the sperm inside eager to escape
the pressure in my ass.  He eased back a fraction of an inch and pushed
again, shoving my tender muscles aside as they burned in protest.  It must
have felt good for him though.  Dr.  Yes began pumping me like a bitch,
fucking his cock deeper into my boy cunt while I jerked beneath him.  I
arched my back and rocked my hips, nodding my head as I breathed heavily
through my nose.

   "If I didn't know better," Ransom continued, "I'd think you were
preparing for a duel."

   "Give me your mouth," the doctor whispered, leaning over me as I turned
my head.

   His tongue pushed past my lips and I played my own against it, welcoming
his passionate kiss with a soft moan.  Dr.  Yes wasn't completely inside
me, not yet, but already I felt his cockhead massaging my prostate with
electric jolts of pleasure.  I shivered as he strained to get the last inch
of his huge prick past my puffy anus.  He pulled halfway out and thrust
into me hard, his precum easing the friction and making it good for him,
but my asshole throbbed as his prick tore into my bowels.  The alien's
silver haired scrotum and low hanging balls slapped my own and he held us
like that for a moment, plainly enjoying the sensation of my hot, tight ass
wrapped lovingly around his cock.

   "Hmmm...Like Nurse Seyasesa," he breathed.  "Such a delight to fuck you,
my Lord."

   "But a duel with whom?  That's the question," Ransom sighed and then
chuckled.  "It vexes me, my Lord.  It truly does."

   "Mmmph..." I couldn't answer with the doctor's long, pink tongue once
again filling my mouth.

   The discomfort in my ass had given way to something else entirely as he
rocked himself gently in and out, fucking me with the full length of his
penis.  He'd pull back slowly until just the glans remained inside and then
tease me with one long push, sliding his cock between the clasping walls of
my rectum and deeper, bending the curving channel of my fuck hole to
accommodate his steely shaft.  Dr.  Yes was undoubtedly the monster fuck of
my young life, being mature and patient and restrained.  He could fuck me
for an hour if he felt like it, of that I had no doubt.  The man, so
typical of his altruistic race, only cared about one thing - making me feel
as good as possible.

   "Has someone insulted your honor, my Lord?" Ransom asked and then
answered himself a moment later.  "No.  I would have heard about that."

   "Do you want to cum?" Dr.  Yes asked me, reaching down to find my penis
and he wrapped his wonderfully soft fingers around the flaccid shaft.

   "Yeah," I breathed, pulling at the muscles in my gut and squeezing my
asshole around his cock.  "Jerk me off while you fuck me...Harder.  Uh-huh.
Fuck my ass...God!  Fuck me!"

   "You're not planning on insulting anyone," Ransom said.  "Are you? 
Hmmm...It would have to be a good one, my Lord.  Not many people would
demand satisfaction from the Lord High Marshal, not without a very good
reason."

   "Ohhhh..." I sighed as my penis grew longer in the doctor's hand,
thicker with my arousal and precum spilled across his fingers.

   He jerked me off in time with his thrusting hips, slapping my ass with
his pale blue flesh at a steady pace.  Dr.  Yes fucked me like a machine,
turning my ass into a boy cunt for our pleasure.  My bruised anus slid back
and forth along his sleek shaft, so beautifully hard beneath the satin skin
covering it.  His natural juices oiled the tight throat of my rectum and it
wasn't going to take me long to cum.  He pulled on my dick faster, picking
up the pace as I hunched my hips and fucked his fist; fucking his cock with
my horny ass.  I gasped and groaned, grinding my faggot pussy onto his dick
like a whore.

   "Now what could you possibly say to someone that would..."

   "Having a nice workout, my Lord?" Lady Helena of Cepheus interrupted
Ransom with a shake of her head.  "I've been trying to reach you for twenty
minutes."

   "He's been indisposed," Ransom replied with a chuckle.  "Have a seat, my
Lady.  We've been discussing his upcoming duel."

   "What duel?  With whom?" she asked, not sitting at all, but standing on
the other side of the table so she could see my face while Dr.  Yes fucked
me.

   "That's what he won't tell me," the black giant replied.  "My Lord does
enjoy his little games."

   "Hmph." Helena didn't even smile, but only tilted her hips and crossed
her arms over her small, enticing breasts.  She wore black again, that
leather catsuit that she loved to tease me with, and I'll admit that I'd
grown fond of it myself.

   "What are you two talking about?" I panted, trying to hold back my
orgasm.  "Oh!  Uhhh..."

   Too late.  Dr.  Yes had given me one last pull, sliding his wet fingers
along my prick to coax the sperm from my balls.  My ass spasmed around his
cock and he surrendered as well, loosing a flood of thin alien cum into my
ass and unlike humans, Eyasian males ejaculate their semen by the pint.  It
has something to do with the females of the species whose vaginas fill up
like water balloons.  They keep the semen inside them for hours, holding it
inside a reproductive bladder like piss until they decide to use the
bathroom and let it go.

   It felt wonderful for me, sort of like a hot enema as I could feel my
bowels expanding against the pressure.  I didn't have an ass bladder,
however, and as soon as the doctor pulled his cock from my rectum, his cum
poured out of my gaping asshole, down my legs and mostly onto my breeches
as they were stretched taut between my knees.  That's the only problem with
fucking blue aliens, they made a real mess of it at the end.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Lady Preston is enroute from Windham." Helena walked with me through my
apartments.  "Are you alright, my Lord?"

   "I'm just a little sore," I replied, moving along gingerly with my legs
slightly bowed beneath the scarlet robe I'd donned.  "What were you
saying?"

   "The Lady Preston is returning aboard a diplomatic shuttle..."

   "Why would she do that?" I asked, entering the baths and finding all
four of my slaves there.  It had become their favorite room.

   "Her last communication was vague," Helena continued.  "But apparently
the Marquis has made certain proposals and desires that they be delivered
in person."

   "Master." Srah looked up from the edge of the pool where she straddled
my mother's thighs.

   "Hmmm..." Bambi opened her blue eyes and smiled at me, lying on her
tummy while the hermaphrodite massaged her firm, round butt.

   On the opposite side, the other two were indulging in the same
pleasurable exercise.  Troy lay on her belly, arms crossed under her cheek,
while Marcia poured oil onto her golden back.  The bath itself formed a
round, marble pool with steps leading into the steaming water.  An ornate
fountain stood at the edge opposite the archway, a nude woman pouring water
from a pitcher.  The walls were covered with a mosaic of small, brightly
colored tiles.  Flowering plants filled the humid air with their natural
perfumes and soft music played from nowhere in particular.

   And people wondered if I missed earth?

   "Orion!" Marcia grinned and slapped Troy's ass with her slippery hands
as she started to get up.

   "No..." I waved her back down.  "Stay there.  I just want to watch you
while I soak."

   She pouted playfully and reached for the oil as Esya helped me out of my
robe.  He'd followed us from the gymnasium, of course, and his sole job
seemed to be following me around.  I didn't mind because he looked so
beautiful, even effeminate in his delicate face and lithe body.  Only his
pale blue cock and hairless scrotum offered proof that he wasn't a girl and
I wondered for the hundredth time if he wouldn't give himself to me
completely.  I knew he would.

   "Don't just stand there, Helena..." I smiled over my shoulder as I
stepped into the pool.  "Take off your clothes and join me."

   "Lady Preston will arrive in about twelve hours, my Lord." She sat down
on a marble bench and ignored my suggestion.  "You may wish to consider
drafting a note."

   "A list of grievances against our wayward noblesse?" I sat down
carefully, feeling a dull ache in my rectum, but the hot bath proved very
soothing.

   "The Marquis holds over six hundred systems," she reminded me.  "We've
indulged a policy of appeasement and it's made him greedy for more.  He's
been withholding resources, increasing taxes, negotiating trade agreements
without consulting the Empire..."

   "That does sound greedy," I said absently, finding Srah's uncircumcised
penis much more interesting than the politics I already knew by heart.  She
slid it between the cleft of my mother's ass, dripping golden precum while
she massaged the woman's shoulders.  I'd given her permission to use
Bambi's mouth and asshole as she desired, but the woman's fertile womb was
off limits for the time being.

   "He's clearly been holding back technology," Helena continued.  "Lord
Chasse believes the Marquis likely supported Horus in the recent coup
attempt."

   "He has evidence?" I asked and my own cock had grown stiff beneath the
water.

   They were a work of art, Srah and Bambi together; a beautiful sculpture
come to life.  Esya stood nearby in case I needed anything and I had half a
mind to call him into the water, but I liked being alone for the moment and
surrounded by temptation.  Helena could have joined me though; I wouldn't
have said no to that and I liked the way her red hair fell across her left
shoulder and curled beneath her breasts.  She'd crossed her long legs and
the leather gleamed as it grew damp with sweat.  The room was kept sultry
and Helena's oriental face had taken on a faint emerald hue thanks to her
green blood.

   "No, my Lord," Helena admitted.  "Nothing concrete as yet, but Horus had
made it clear he supported greater autonomy for Windham."

   "No.  I meant the technology," I said.  "Have we gotten any confirmation
on these new ships Windham's building?"

   "We've established a listening post near the Spencer Rift," she said. 
"Secretly, of course; military intelligence believes that Windham's
constructed a facility beyond the Mask of Demetrios."

   "If one wanted to hide a fleet, that would be a good place to do it," I
sighed.  "Give me a map of Windham."

   Looking at the chart floating above the pool, it made sense.  Windham's
space occupied some six hundred systems along the outer limit of the
Spinward March.  The Spencer Rift yawned like a doorway, tearing a gap
through a huge nebula which formed a wall along the frontier.  No ship
could traverse it without having her sensors fouled by the radiation and
there wasn't any good reason to try.  There simply wasn't anything on the
other side but the vast void between the Milky Way and its nearest
neighbor, the galaxy known as Andromeda, a faint spiral some two million
light years distant.

   "We've had confirmed reports of traffic moving through the Rift," Helena
told me.  "Bulk carriers, construction fleets, but no mining or survey
craft."

   "And the technology..."

   "We believe they've made a breakthrough in graviton technology," she
said.  "Chasse has penetrated a number of research facilities, but none of
them have been able to give us reliable data."

   "Then why are we thinking gravity?"

   "The Natural Sciences Lab at Klamath University has been monitoring
temporal seismic activity."

   "What exactly does that mean?"

   "Fluctuations in space-time," Helena explained.  "The university
published data suggesting that they've detected artificial distortion of
extragalactic origin."

   "From the other side of the Rift, I suppose?"

   "Yes, my Lord."

   "And so we're assuming Windham's developed graviton technology based
on...What?  A single paper written by some nutty professor?" I took a deep
breath and physics had never been a strength of mine.  Of the seven known
dimensions, gravity was the simplest and therefore the most difficult for
the layman to understand.

   "Nutty?" Helena frowned.

   "Are we too paranoid?" I wondered, not bothering to explain and she let
it go with a rare smile.

   "Too paranoid is an oxymoron."

   "One of my many talents." I smiled back at her.  "Secession is what the
Marquis wants.  Their loyalty to the Empire has always been questionable."

   "As you say, my Lord." Helena nodded, happy that I was seeing things her
way for a change.  "They surrendered too quickly.  I've never trusted this
so-called alliance."

   "Politics," I sighed and we shared a look of agreement.

   Before its first contact with the Empire, the Windham system had forged
a small kingdom all its own.  They'd developed faster than light travel and
over the previous thousand years had colonized a hundred nearby star
systems, including a dozen that were inhabited with intelligent, although
technically inferior humanoid races.

   Talis had taken Windham and its holdings largely intact and all at once,
a rare event that had occasioned much excitement at the capital.  The
Emperor, through the Duchess, had been inclined to be generous in light of
the unexpected windfall.  The ruler of Windham had been given hereditary
titles and additional systems to rule as the Marquis de Windham.  He and
his new counts and barons had pledged their fealty to the Empire, but all
the while plotting to increase their wealth and power.

   Windham had the advantage of being on the frontier, at the edge of known
space as the Empire continued to expand.  Nearer the core, their treachery
would have been snipped at the bud, but out here the influence of Windham's
nobility offered too much advantage to be easily replaced.  There were
always other, greater problems that required the Empire's attention and so
Talis had relied upon negotiation and threats, taking a long view and
making her endless preparations for the inevitable.

   Too soon, the inevitable stood upon our doorstep.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Would you sell yourself to me?" I asked Esya, whispering into his ear
as I held him from behind.

   We were practicing our swordplay, or practicing his, at any rate.  I had
my left arm around his thin waist, my right hand holding his wrist as he
held a foil.  The instruction was merely an excuse, however, and we were
dancing more than anything else.  We even had music, a bright march written
five thousand years before, and it offered a steady, perfect cadence to our
motion.

   His platinum hair seemed to flow like quicksilver around his naked
shoulders and my erection pressed against the boy's ass.  His own stiff
penis bobbed up and down while we moved and I'd have to take him before too
much longer.  Esya didn't turn his head, but concentrated on the apparition
before us, the hologram of a Zhouk Duelist, a professional assassin who
relied upon social convention to lure his prey to an honorable death. 
Their tongues were said to be as sharp as their blades.

   This one in particular had been dead some two hundred years, but I liked
to remember him.  It had been a good fight and he'd nearly had me, but in
the end the tarnished repute of a certain young baroness had been repaired.
I'd borne her husband no grudge for hiring the knave and returned the woman
a fortnight later, only slightly worse for wear with my bastard growing in
her belly.

   "I'll give you a fair price," I told Esya, pulling his arm down to parry
a thrust at his groin.  The Zhouk had a sense of humor.

   "My Lord, I'd give myself to you for the asking."

   "That would be too much like stealing," I replied with a kiss on his
cheek.  "Five thousand?"

   "My Lord!"

   "Too little?" I teased him and the boy blushed, his cheeks turning
violet with warmth.  "Name your beneficiary."

   "It's too much," he whispered as I let go of his wrist, sliding my hand
along his arm.

   "Not for the things I want to do to you," I sighed, holding his chest
and rubbing one of Esya's dark nipples with my thumb.  The
thirteen-year-old had captivated my desire and I enjoyed having a lover my
own age physically; small and delicate, like a Grecian youth so often
idolized back on earth.

   "I have no one else, my Lord.  The Chief Steward employs me."

   "Aren't you curious?"

   "Yes," he said with a hard swallow and we were no longer moving; the
hologram had disappeared.

   "I want to turn you into a girl." I kissed his silken hair and found his
neck, biting his supple flesh gently.  "Mostly."

   "Mostly?" Esya shivered as I kissed his shoulders.

   I kissed my way down his spine, going to my knees and pushing his legs
wide.  I bit his right cheek, nibbling his ripe flesh while I pushed and
pulled at his ass.  I parted the wonderful cleavage guarding his anus and
the boy looked like a girl, smelled and tasted like one.  I pressed my nose
to his sweet hole and his kissed his balls, extending my tongue and lapping
at Esya's scrotum from behind.  His cock throbbed in my hand as I reached
around him blindly, stroking him off while I brought my kisses to his pink
sphincter.

   He bent his knees and then his waist for me, finally sinking to his
hands and knees.  Esya's forgotten foil clattered across the floor as I
mounted him quickly.  I caressed his pouting bud with my cock and pushed
the blunt head into his boy pussy with one quick thrust of my hips.  I felt
him as hot and tight as any cunt I'd ever fucked, dry as well, but not
terribly and not for long.  I held the boy's slender hips and pulled him
onto me with a sharp yelp.  He arched his back, jerking as if he might get
away, but instead he pushed himself backwards and my erection disappeared
completely.

   "Don't move," I breathed, stroking his back and soothing him.  "Just
relax, take a deep breath and tell me you want to be my slave."

   "My Lord..." Esya whispered, not looking at me but dropping his head so
that his hair swept the floor.  "Master, I want to be your slave."

   "If you want something from me," I told him.  "This is the time to ask.
Once I pay for you..."

   "I know," he replied.  "Promise me that you'll never sell me."

   "That's all you want?"

   "Yes, my...Master."

   "I'll set your free before I'd ever sell you," I agreed.  "I promise you
that, Esya."

   "Thank you, Master...Ummmm...Ugh!" he grunted loudly as I'd pulled my
penis back and then drove it into his rectum to punctuate our deal.

   That's how easy it could be to buy or become a slave.  He could have
asked me anything, agreed to any specific length of service.  It was a
negotiation and if he'd said no, I wouldn't have punished him.  Doubtless
there are slaves in the Empire who do not wish to be, but for the vast
majority it's a position they seek knowingly, or at least accept when the
opportunity arises.  And they were all different.  Srah wanted to be a
slave because it's all she knew; she couldn't imagine another existence. 
Troy had become a slave to help her family.  Marcia because she loved me.
Bambi because...Well, as I said, not all slaves are willing and she wasn't
complaining anyway.  Not anymore.

   I finished in Esya's mouth, turning the boy around and holding his head
while I fucked his face.  When he tried to grab my penis, I slapped his
hand away.  I wanted to see it sliding between his lush, pink lips.  His
silver eyes were fixed on mine and he swallowed eagerly as my cum spilled
across his tongue.  I watched his throat, the graceful curve of pale blue
without even a small Adam's apple to mar his beauty, and he drank every
drop until my orgasm finished.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "My Lord?" Helena blinked at me as I entered her quarters, although I'd
given the computer time to announce me.

   "Is this inconvenient?" I asked, watching as she wrapped a teal robe
around her naked body.  "I wondered if you'd care to dine with me tonight."

   "I was just, um..." She cleared her throat and glanced over her
shoulder. "Resting."

   "Really?"

   "It's been a long day and, uh..." Helena smiled apologetically and her
cheeks were flushed green, she looked damp all over, and I could smell her
ripe sex.  Cepheans smell of cinnamon when they're aroused, or so it always
seemed to me.

   "I see." I nodded and walked across the room, looking for the doorway I
knew had to be there.

   "Well, I just...My Lord?  Wait...No..."

   "I just want to see what you've been up to," I said, waving my hand as
the arch appeared and through it I could see a snowbound landscape.

   "Don't go in there," Helena whispered.  "She frightens easily."

   "You turned your apartments into Old Protia?" I grinned at her and she
scowled in reply.

   "I wanted Sifja to feel at home."

   "Sifja?"

   "The priestess," Helena said.  "That's her name."

   "You've made friends with her?"

   "Sort of." She shrugged.  "Sifja thinks I'm Aho."

   "The bear goddess Aho?" I smiled at that idea.  "How did you manage
that?"

   "I used a hologram of a bear.  You know, I let Sifja see it and then it
would transform into a hologram of me and then I'd feed her."

   "Ah hmmmm..." I tilted my head and bowed.  "That's very clever of you."

   "Yes," Helena agreed with a smile.  "I always encounter her as the bear
first.  I teach her something and when she's good, I reward her with food,
trinkets, a blanket perhaps, some new clothing."

   "If she's bad?"

   "If she's bad, I take away the totem and give her a long night of
lightning and thunder." Helena smiled at her own cleverness.  "Sifja's only
rarely disappointing."

   "What have you taught her?"

   "Huh?  Oh!  Well, um...Just small things, my Lord," she said, playing
with her hair.  "You wouldn't be interested."

   "Of course, I'm interested," I protested with a grin.  "I was afraid
this priestess would snap your neck and here you are teaching her tricks?
Show me one."

   "No.  Please, it's just..."

   "My dear Lady Helena, don't be modest.  Go on...I want to see how you do
it.  Give your Sifja a treat.  Something sweet.  Does she like chocolate?"

   "Orion!" Helena actually giggled and I think that's the first time she'd
called me by my name, at least in this lifetime.

   "Esya?  Be a good boy and fetch some chocolates for our Lady of
Cepheus."

   "Yes Master!"

   "Master?" Helena narrowed her emerald eyes and I shrugged.

   "My harem is growing."

   "So I see." She laughed again and I could well imagine where her
uncharacteristic mood had come from.

   "You're amazing," I sighed, feeling helpless suddenly.

   "You've told me that before," she whispered, hugging her robe only
loosely closed with her arms across her stomach.

   "I've meant it every time, Helena."

   I reached for her robe, where it opened just above her breasts and she
stood still as a statue.  The woman's oriental eyes were shining as she
watched my face and I touched her bare skin with my fingertips, feeling her
twin hearts beating with a quick, irregular staccato.  Helena didn't flinch
or smile, but only watched as I brought my other hand upward, opening her
robe to expose her breasts and small, green nipples.  On earth she would
have barely qualified for a training bra, her tits were so small, just a
handful for my fourteen-year-old hands.  But on Cepheus, Helena was very
well proportioned and I wondered if she'd had a boob job.  Most women of
her kind had the tits of a twelve year old boy, which is to say none at
all.

   "My Lord..." she breathed, licking her lips.  "You shouldn't touch me
like this."

   "I know," I replied with a smile, thumbing her nipples until they felt
hard as diamonds.  "That's what makes it so much fun."

   "No..." Helena tried to keep her robe closed as I pulled it open, but
she didn't try very hard.

   "Ohhh..." I widened my eyes at her pussy.  A thatch of fine red pubic
hair was unable to hide her pronounced vulva and most especially the
bruises and teeth marks surrounding it.

   Helena had a dozen small love bites, hickeys, at the tops of her thighs,
on her hips, and especially around her sex.  I could see her labia
distended and swollen, hanging loose and moist as I touched her with my
fingers.  On the outside she seemed so human, not unlike a great many other
races I'd encountered through the long millennia, the real differences were
on the inside and perhaps not even there as she jerked away from my
fingers.

   "Chocolates, my Lady," Esya's breathless voice had interrupted us and
for once I felt annoyed with his eagerness to please.  He must have
sprinted to the kitchens and back.

   "You mustn't, my Lord!" Helena gasped, covering herself quickly and
whatever spell she'd been under had been broken.

   "It's alright," I whispered, but she only shook her head.

   "I'm still a virgin, I swear." Helena swallowed hard, meeting my steady
gaze and my cock strained with lust.  "I let her kiss me, that's all."

   "I know." I caught Esya from the corner of my eye, standing with a
silver tray laden with chocolates.

   I selected a piece, smiling as I saw the word "Hersey's" imprinted on
top.  Earth was contributing to the Empire already.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Troy...Bambi..." I said, walking through the Pillow Room, as I liked to
call it.

   Marcia sat up, pouting for a moment, but Srah pulled her back down as
the other two followed me.  I paused at the doorway to the master bedroom,
stopping Esya and giving him a small kiss on the lips.

   "Sleep with the others," I told him.  "I won't need you anymore
tonight."

   He didn't pout, but only smiled as Bambi flew to the bed with a giggle,
jumping on it like a little girl and fluffing the pillows.  Troy looked
between us, small and golden and looking like she'd stepped out of a dream.
Her beauty lent everything around her a quality that pleased the senses. 
Even her simple white shift seemed somehow different than the one my mother
wore, but otherwise Troy seemed so completely human.  I had half a mind to
enter her in the next Miss Universe Pageant, but that wouldn't have been
fair at all.

   "Are you still mad at me?" I asked her and she frowned, turning the
corners of her delicate mouth downward with her eyes.

   "Forgive me, Master," she whispered.  "I didn't understand what you
wanted to give me."

   "The garden is still there," I told her.  "It will always be there, if
you want it."

   "Hey!" Bambi sighed.  "What are you whispering about?"

   "How do you know..." Troy bit her lip and lifted her eyes, and I wasn't
but an inch or two taller than her anyway.

   "About your place?" I smiled at her, ignoring Bambi as she slapped the
pillows and bounced her butt on the bed.

   "It looks exactly the same," she said with a nod.  "Everything is how I
remember."

   "It has to be," I replied with a shrug.  "I used your memories to create
it."

   "Are you two going to stand there all night?" Bambi asked with a
theatrical sigh.  "Wake me up when you come to bed!"

   "My memories?" Troy's dark brown eyes grew large.

   "You were scanned," I told her, but it wasn't much of an explanation. 
She's been asleep at the time because I'd wanted to protect my new slave as
much as I could.

   "Alright." She nodded, accepting the word without knowing what it meant.
I took it as a sign of trust and held her hand, leading her towards the
bed.

   "It's about time," Bambi said, sitting up and pulling her shift over her
head.  "I've been waiting for this all day."

   "Just lie there and watch," I told her.

   "What?" My mother's bright blue eyes widened as she sat naked with her
swollen tits rising and falling above her flat tummy.

   "And don't talk either," I said, looking at Troy as she sat on the edge
of the bed with her back to Bambi.

   "I've never done this before," the girl confessed with a lick of her
lips, watching my face as I pinched her shift in my fingers and pulled it
upward.

   "That's not fair!" Bambi pouted, crossing her arms over her breasts and
sitting back with a dull whump.

   "I'll be careful," I promised Troy, ignoring Mom's theatrics.

   She held up her arms so I could remove the shift completely, exposing
her golden body.  Her tits were round and perfectly formed, impossibly firm
with puffy, dark nipples pointing upward.  They might have been C-cups on
earth, but Troy had a petite body otherwise and I'm no expert.  They were
too big for my hands anyway and despite their perfection, I knew the girl
was completely natural.  There were no plastic surgeons or gentechs on her
little moon in the middle of nowhere and Vonald hadn't tinkered with Troy
at all; trying to improve the slave would have been a wasted effort.

   Troy had muscles too, not like the priestess or anything, but she had a
marvelous tone beneath her flawless skin.  Growing up in a jungle, spending
her days climbing trees and chasing game, carrying water from the nearby
river to her village.  Primitive peoples had no leisure, not while the sun
shone, and at night Troy would dance naked with her sisters around a fire
while the young men sang and the old men watched.  How she'd remained a
virgin, I had no idea, but I admired and appreciated the restraint the men
of her village practiced.  I'd seen the holograms, replayed them while
waiting for her delivery, and I wondered what such a life would be like. 
The simplicity of it had a certain appeal, but only as a dream I'd never
realize.  We're all born to who we are.

   I opened my breeches and pulled loose my erection, smiling at the look
of honest curiosity on Troy's immaculate face.  She stared at it, but I
couldn't read her thoughts.  I knew my penis wasn't large by any standard,
being just a few years into puberty like I was and still growing into
manhood.  She must have seen naked males before, but perhaps not when they
were aroused.  Did she find my cock attractive or ugly?  I didn't know and
despite the confidence being joined with Tristam gave me, facing this most
wonderful creature and exposing myself completely to her opinion filled me
with the nervousness any boy would feel.

   The sensation of my tummy growing tight, the rapid beating of my heart
as it pumped adrenalin through my veins, warmed me with the reassurance
that I hadn't changed completely.  For the first time in a hundred
lifetimes I felt intimidated by a woman and I laughed softly when I took
Troy's head in my hand, slipping my fingers into her hair as I pulled her
closer.

   "I want you to suck my cock," I whispered.  "Take it inside your mouth
for me."

   "But I don't know how..." She hesitated and I didn't force her, not
really; I only urged her with a gentle insistence.

   "You want me to show her how?" Bambi asked and I couldn't tell if she
was hopeful or sarcastic.  Probably a bit of both and I ignored her.

   "Hmmmm..." I sighed as Troy's mouth opened and she took only the
circumcised head on her tongue.

   She explored my penis, circling her tongue around the smooth glans
slowly at first, tentatively.  Soon enough she learned that it wouldn't
hurt her and Troy began washing me not eagerly, but dutifully at least. 
She'd lick and suck for a few seconds and then pull her mouth off, pushing
the spit and precum out without swallowing.  She wasn't quite that bold
yet, but I liked watching the clear mixture flow down her chin, dripping
onto her heaving breasts as she'd catch her breath.  Troy hadn't learned to
breathe through her nose either and I'd never met a girl so innocent.

   "Try again," I whispered.  "Suck it gently...Breathe through your nose,
Troy.  Don't take it out this time."

   "What a little girl," Mom sighed.  "She's like a ten-year-old nun.  Let
a real whore take care of you, faggot."

   "Bambi..." I warned her with a glance.

   "I'll give you the best blowjob of your life," she purred, rubbing her
oily cunt and slipping a finger inside her hole.  "You don't need her.  Let
me suck it for you."

   "I'll have you gagged in a minute," I said.  "Be quiet."

   "Umph!" Troy jerked her head back, making me wince as her teeth scraped
my dick.  She coughed and spat onto the floor between her feet.  I'd given
her half my erection, not even that much, and the girl had panicked.

   "Ha!  See?  It isn't even that big and she's choking on it," Mom said
with a giggle, pushing herself off the pillows.  "Get out of the way,
bitch. I'll show you how to suck a cock!"

   "Bind her," I sighed.

   "Hey!  What?  Let me go!"

   "Sorry, Bambi," I said.  "But I did warn you."

   "Faggot...Master...No!" Mom struggled as wide, soft straps grew out of
the bed, coiling around her ankles and wrists like pythons.

   She couldn't escape and more of them crawled across and around her
thighs and biceps, pulling my mother spread eagle on her half of the large
bed.

   "I'm sorry!  I'll be good, my Lord...Mastermmmph!" A gag shaped like a
short, fat penis forced its way into her open mouth.  "Nnnmph!"

   Troy stared over her shoulder, quivering with tension and looking as if
she might bolt from the room like a frightened deer.

   "Don't worry," I said, turning her head with my fingertips.  "She won't
be hurt.  I'll never hurt any of you.  Okay?"

   "Y-Yes Master," she whispered, but her eyes were floating and her lower
lip trembled.

   "You're safe here," I promised, urging her to take my cock once more
into her mouth.  "Try again.  Take your time and suck it nicely, Troy.  You
have to learn how."

   "Yes Master."

   We ignored Bambi's struggling as Troy took me between her lips, working
her tongue around my cock and taking me gradually deeper.  I rewarded her
with whispered words of praise, letting the girl know what I liked and she
learned, slowly but surely.  I played with her hair, dark and thick and
incredibly soft.  Her mouth wasn't very large at all and Troy's lips were
tight around the shaft as she slid them back and forth, finding a steady
rhythm and only gagging occasionally.  She learned to swallow the juices
filling her mouth, saliva and precum swishing around my cock as I fucked
her lovely face.  Some of it would leak from the corners, spilling down her
chin and adding to the mess on her ripe tits.

   "All of it," I breathed and after some fifteen or twenty minutes, I knew
she had to be growing tired.

   Troy's tongue barely moved at all and I remembered well how quickly my
own had tired when I'd first started sucking cock.  At least she no longer
choked on my penis, not until I held her head with both hands and began
fucking her in earnest.  She didn't resist, but only pressed her hands to
my thighs as I stood in front of her, squeezing my legs while I thrust with
my hips.

   "Ummph!" My cockhead touched the entrance to her throat and Troy gagged
weakly, snorting through her nose as I pulled back and did it again.

   "You can do it," I told her.  "Swallow.  Let me in, Troy.  Let me fuck
you now."

   "Ulp!  Mmph!  Ummmm..."

   Like magic she'd swallowed at exactly the right moment and my cockhead
slipped into her tight esophagus.  My balls found her chin and I held her
against me, hunched over the girl and cradling her like a child.  I wasn't
long enough to get too far inside her throat, but I could feel the muscles
spasm with confusion as she tried to swallow my erection.  Troy's arms had
gone around my waist for a second, instinctively perhaps, but then she
realized she couldn't breathe with my cock holding her open and she tried
to push me away.

   I didn't resist and I didn't want to cum either, although teaching her
how to suck me off had brought me right to the edge.  Troy gasped and spit
up a wad of spit, coughing and lifting a hand to feel her throat bruised
throat.  I knew exactly how strange it felt to deep throat a penis for the
very first time, just like I knew I must have frightened her with that new
experience.

   Her eyes were wet and so I kissed her.  I pushed my tongue into the wet,
warm hole between her lips and kissed Troy deeply until her body relaxed
and her tongue began to move against mine.  I reached down to find her left
breasts and I massaged it while we made out and perhaps I should have done
that with her first, but I'd really wanted to see her sucking my dick.

   "Enough," I decided after several minutes and she tasted as exotic as
she looked.  "I need to cum."

   Troy helped me undress quickly, and I crawled between my mother's bound
legs.  I pushed my cock inside her greasy sex easily, pumping her hard and
fast while she moaned around her gag.

   "This is why you're here," I told her, panting the words as I felt my
cock swelling even larger with my imminent orgasm.  "Birth
control...Ohhhh...Fuck!  Bambi...Yessss!"

   I groaned as my balls unloaded inside my mother's unprotected sex and
I'd keep fucking her every chance I got until I knew she was pregnant.  I
used her for a living condom after enjoying foreplay with one of the other
slaves.  Marcia wasn't protected either, not anymore, and Troy was still a
virgin and I had half a mind to keep her that way permanently.  I liked to
see her and know that she'd never had a cock inside her na�ve sex, never
felt a man's semen flooding her womb.  A part of me wondered if that wasn't
the secret of her sublime beauty and I very much wished I'd known of Srah's
virginity before the instant when I'd taken it.

   "That's exactly what I needed, Mom," I sighed, keeping my cock inside
her as the bed adjusted to elevate her hips.  "I think I'll sleep here
tonight."

   Troy lay beside us, curled on her side while I closed my eyes and
snuggled comfortably atop Bambi.  Her tits pillowed my chest while her
pussy formed a delicious cradle for her son's cock.  It would be another
long, fitful night and I'd probably end up fucking her at least twice more
before it was over.  For some reason, sleeping with my semi-hard penis
wrapped lovingly within her cummy vagina had quickly become something of an
incestuous family tradition.  I felt very safe and warm in her arms, even
if Bambi couldn't hug me on this particular night.  I left the gag in her
mouth too, just to make sure she'd learn her lesson well.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Mmmm..." I woke up slowly, pushing my aching cock into a warm, wet
dream.

   "Mmmph!" Bambi agreed, lifting her hips to meet my morning erection. 
Her arms and legs were still bound, of course; the gag still firmly planted
between her taut lips.

   I opened my eyes to a veil of golden hair and kissed her neck.  The bed
had formed a saddle shaped hump beneath her hips and I lay hunched between
her wide spread thighs, riding Bambi's sloppy cunt with long, slow strokes.
I could get the full length of my cock inside her easily and my balls would
meet her ass with a damp slapping sound.  I'd filled her three times
already and orgasm number four would take a nice, long while.

   The entire ceiling had turned transparent, or so it seemed, and I caught
Troy watching us.  Her brown eyes were brightened by the sun rising from
behind the earth and for the first time I could see them flecked with gold.
They were usually dark as coffee and I had so much more to discover about
her.  I fucked my mother, but watched Troy as she brought her left knee
high, bending it to part her caramel thighs and expose her sex.

   "Touch yourself," I told the alien girl, holding my cock as far inside
Bambi as it would reach and grinding my crotch against hers.  r Troy spread
her dark pussy lips for me, taking ragged breaths through her nose as she
neither frowned nor smiled.  Her tummy undulated, her golden skin moving
like a fluid over the muscles beneath.  I saw her sex blossom pink and
moist around the hymen that guarded her purity.  I licked my lips and
fucked Bambi in time with Troy's hips, she'd began to pant and throw her
sex at her fingers so urgently I feared she would despoil herself and steal
my prize.

   "Stop!" I gasped, cumming all of a sudden even as my mother's orgasm
peaked.

   I heard the silk cords around her flesh strain to hold her and Bambi's
hungry cunt swallowed my semen with brilliant contractions of pleasure.  I
had to close my eyes and push myself upward on stiff arms, bending my back
to loose my sperm deep inside her well-fucked and decidedly amoral womb. 
The desire to keep myself buried in the slimy bath of her cunt was thwarted
with the need to piss and I had half a mind to give her that as well.

   "Plug her vagina," I breathed, sitting back even as a soft, bulbous
pacifier slithered between Bambi's legs and plunged between her distended
labia to fill the mouth of her sex.

   "Master..." Troy whispered as I took her by the hand.

   "Come with me," I told her, pulling my slave into the private bath. 
"Hold my cock while I piss."

   "As you wish," she agreed quietly, taking my semi-hard and cum soaked
penis in her fingers.

   Troy stood beside me, looking awkward and nervous while directing the
stream into a toilet of human design, not alien.  There were a variety of
styles, some of them quite confusing at first sight.  One thing every
species has in common, from one end of the galaxy to the other, is a
preference for their own unique plumbing.

   "This will be one of your duties," I told Troy.  "When I piss, you'll
hold my cock...Shake it...Now get on your knees and clean me."

   "Master?"

   "With your mouth," I said, pushing the girl to the tiles and she did as
I asked, although reluctantly.

   She closed her lips around my penis and washed the piss and cum away
with her tongue.  When I told her to swallow, she did, and I rewarded the
girl with a caress of her cheek.

   "You're entirely too beautiful for fucking," I sighed, watching as she
began to suckle my prick eagerly, bobbing up and down on the lengthening
shaft.

   "Mmpph..." Troy grunted softly as my cockhead entered her throat and I
smiled at that, stroking her hair and nodding.

   "What a luxury."

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "My Lord." Helena narrowed her eyes and dipped her head.  "I didn't
expect you this morning."

   "That's Lady Preston's shuttle," I said.  "Is it not?"

   "Yes, my Lord," she agreed.

   "I haven't seen her in a long time," I said, as much to myself as to
Helena.

   "I understand."

   "Do you?" I smiled and she shrugged in her ivory leather, posing with
her feet apart, hands clasped behind her tight, round ass, and her back
straight.

   Helena should have been a general, I thought.  She had that bearing, as
if overlooking a great siege with the cold dispassion of purpose.  But I
knew her secrets now and I wondered if she had fresh love bites on her
smallish breasts as well as her delectable vulva.

   "You love her," Helena explained.  "I should have expected you'd want to
greet her personally."

   "And when did you gain such an understanding of love?" I teased her with
a smile.

   "I've made a thorough study of it, my Lord," the Cephean said as we
watched the diplomatic shuttle hover over the landing deck.

   "Hmph." I nodded thoughtfully.  "Why?"

   "Love is a weakness," Helena replied.  "You of all people should know
that."

   "I used to," I sighed.  "But then I forgot."

   The ship resembled a huge, oblong egg more than anything else, perhaps a
hundred yards long and twenty-five yards in diameter at the widest point.
The narrow end contained the cockpit, the larger end containing the
propulsion systems, and in between were the luxurious accommodations
suitable for an Imperial diplomat of the first rank.  With a rush of
venting gasses and the expected clash of metal, the shuttle dropped a dozen
feet to rest on four landing struts.  The mirror-like surface broke as the
main hatchway opened.

   Lady Preston had been appointed charg� d'affaires a few months before
when the ambassador had been recalled.  That had been the most recent and
forceful show of displeasure with the Marquis de Windham.  It should have
given the old man a good clue that the status quo had to change.  The
Duchess had been put to the test soon after joining with her human host and
her policy of appeasement was at an end.  Doubtless she'd gone to Delphi to
explain her plans to the Emperor and I expected a military resolution upon
her return; politics by other means, as they say.

   But Lady Preston...She had other titles, such as the Contessa Roesus
a'Juire, thanks to a short-lived marriage, and Mistress Avion of Pleaides
by dint of an old man's affection.  I couldn't help but smile as she
stepped off the shuttle and onto the deck, allowing one of her aides to
escort her by the hand.  She wore a purple redingote and a diplomat's
golden tunic beneath, breeches and black boots of a delicate, less
utilitarian design.  Her eyes burned with lively blue flames and the Lady
Preston's face broke into the smallest of petulant smiles when she saw me.

   "She's grown up, hasn't she?" I breathed, tugging at my tunic and
forgetting for the moment that I was only a teenage boy.

   "When's the last time you saw her, my Lord?" Helena asked with a
sideways look.

   "About twenty-five ago," I replied.  "I brought her a Xetian cloud
monkey for her third birthday."

   "A cloud monkey?"

   "Every girl should have one," I said with a chuckle, stepping forward to
meet the Lady Preston.

   "My Lord?" she said, turning it into a question as she paused before
offering an elaborate curtsy, loosing a lock of raven hair across her
albescent face.

   "My Lady," I bowed as well, holding the hilt of my sword and bending
stiffly at the waist.

   Looking up a second later, I wondered why my beautiful daughter would
ever have need of a pistol.  When she shot me in the chest it all made
perfect sense.  You couldn't assassinate someone with a monkey, after all.


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