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The Two Companions - 2
by Rondori (godan5@comcast.net)

***

In which Inara must teach two more and meets her 
master. A continuation of the earlier story using the 
characters and universe of the movie 'Serenity' and the 
series 'Firefly'. A high class 'Companion' has been 
kidnapped after working as a sex therapist on the 
frontier world of Boros. Contains Sex, Violence, 
attempted rape, death (well deserved) and meditation. 
(MF, nc, rp, v, sn, intr, sci-fi)

***

PART TWO

(In which Inara must teach two more and meets her 
master.)

As Inara groggily awoke, she became aware of the 
presence of two men standing over her. She kept her 
eyes shut and assessed her situation. The companion was 
lying on her back on some kind of bed with her wrists 
bound with what felt like plastic zip ties. Her legs 
were bent and from the cool air on them, she was 
evidently naked from the waist down with her gown 
bunched up on her belly. 

From the sounds of the street outside, they were on at 
least the second floor of a thinly walled building. 
Moreover, she could feel a certain cloudy haze around 
her thoughts tempting her to relax and drift with her 
emotions. That combined with a burning at the corners 
of her eyes told her one thing: Drops! Instantly 
adrenalin flooded her system as she realized that she 
was in deep trouble.

"It looks like she's coming around; go outside and keep 
watch while I start breaking her in. We'll take turns 
until she's ready to cooperate." 

The other man whined "But it's my turn to be first."

"Listen, go-se for brains, I'm the boss and I'm always 
first!"

Inara heard the door close. She opened her eyes to see 
a rough and scruffy man removing an incongruously fine 
linen shirt and unbuttoning his pants. "Ah yes, my 
little coney, I've checked you out and you're prime 
stuff alright. Everybody on Boros knows I'm the boss of 
this town, why didn't you come to me first before you 
tried to peddle your wares in my jurisdiction? Now 
you'll just have to learn the first lesson of life 
around here, Always give your betters their due." With 
that he began to lift her calves up onto his forearms.

"You're never going to get away with this, I'm a 
companion!"

He paused and laughed. "Yes, and I'm the King of 
Londondinium, with a shiny hat on my head. Now you just 
relax, if you please me I'll make you part of my 
stable. If you don't, you're still screwed only you'll 
be doing it as a slave on some dump like Higgins' Moon 
begging to sell what's left of your body for drops." As 
he paused to spit on his palm and lubricate himself, 
Inara slid her legs up his arms towards his shoulders. 
"Shiny, you're a bright one, you get the point 
straightaway don't cha?"

Inara suddenly slammed her ankles into the sides of his 
neck, locking her toes behind his head and began to 
squeeze his carotids, jugulars and the nerves running 
along their sides. "I'll kill you to Gorram Emma's' 
Hell you piece of go se pimp." The inverted companion 
was rewarded by the glazed look of the pimps' bulging 
eyes as he froze in paralysis. Inara thought "I don't 
have time for this; his partner could walk in any 
time."

She gave a mighty twist and hurled him headfirst at the 
window with the aim of defenestrating him through the 
glass and out into the street below. Instead, the pimp 
smacked into the window and bounced back to crumple on 
the floor. "Gorram Plexi." Inara grumbled as she 
brought her knees to her chin and her wrists past her 
feet. As she gained her feet and was fighting off 
wooziness, she spotted her bag against the wall.

Out of the corner of her eye something was rushing at 
her head. Instinct and training turned her face to the 
side and her body arching back so that the powerful 
roundhouse blow merely grazed her ear as she fell 
backwards onto the bed.

Instantly, the pimp was on top of her with his powerful 
hands around her throat. "I'll kill you, you gorram 
whore!" He hoarsely roared as he locked his arms and 
began to squeeze. 

Inara countered by dropping her chin and tightening her 
neck muscles while wrapping her legs around his 
midsection exerting a crushing pressure on his internal 
organs with her powerful thighs. The pimps' face turned 
from red to purple as his grip weakened and he turned 
to claw at her legs. "Gotcha sucker!" Inara thought as 
she dropped her still bound wrists around his neck and 
rotated the radii until the formed an even more 
effective vice than her ankles had previously. 

This time she held it for what seemed like an eternity 
until his drumming feet and the suddenly dead weight 
between her legs told her that the pimp had gone on to 
his richly deserved reward.

Quickly, she scrambled to her feet and rushed to hide 
behind the door as the lookout burst in. "Sweet Buddha, 
What a smell! Did you really kill another one?" His 
voice trailed off as he beheld his former boss sprawled 
with his tongue hanging out of his purple face.

Inara quietly stole up behind him to drop her arms 
around his neck in an embrace with her shoulder behind 
his head and her cheek beside his ear. "Good bye, Go-
Se." she whispered as she launched herself feet first 
backward to land with a smack on her belly. Go Se 
landed flat on his back but his head was still straight 
up on a neck that was suddenly much longer than it was 
before the companions ministrations. She scrambled up 
to grab his boot knife and release her wrists from the 
zip ties and quietly steal down the stairs with her 
cape and bag.

Go Se was suddenly standing beside his boss at the gate 
to Emma's Hell. "Gorram it Leroy, that was the toughest 
hooker you ever picked on!"

Inara moved quickly but quietly down the early morning 
streets towards the spaceport and the relative safety 
of her shuttle. 

Suddenly, a male voice yelled behind her "Inara; Inara 
Sera!" Inara dropped her bag and whirled in a combat 
stance to face a hooded figure a few yards behind her.

The hood dropped to reveal the coal black face and 
short dreadlocks of a very handsome man. "I do not hear 
the song of the birimbau or the beat of the dun-dun. 
Why do you greet me thus?"

Inara relalaxed and rose to give the slight bow of 
respect of a caprista "Maiestre." She intoned with a 
wry smile.

He continued in his role as her teacher."And what of 
these bruises I see on you?"

"They are the kisses of the training floor Maiestre."

"You are training here? And what of your pardner?"

"Partners actually, and they dance with the lord of the 
underworld now."

"Ah I see, is that why you hurry then?"

"Yes," she said. "I fear the wrath of the vice police 
that have suddenly lost their paymaster."

"Good, then I will take your bag and we can move more 
quickly."

"Thank you, Jorge."

When they reached the relative safety of her shuttle, 
cleared and launched without incident, Inara turned to 
inquire "What are you doing here? The last I heard you 
were still Master at Arms of House Madarassa and well 
on your way to becoming the first male companion to 
head the House." 

Jorge observed Inara's pale complexion and trembling 
fingers and the fatigue and stress in her voice. "We 
had better set down some where. I can see that we need 
to perform the cleansing ritual."

While they were quietly sponging each other on the 
floor of her shuttle sitting on a quiet hill Jorge 
began his tale. "I was sent on a mission of 
retribution. A wealthy client had beaten a young 
companion on her first solo assignment because she had 
displeased him. He then tried to bribe her into silence 
and when that failed, he had her killed. I took it as a 
point of honor to be chosen to avenge her death. His 
death was fitting and went without incident. 

However, when I returned to House Madarassa all of the 
young companions' records had been purged and the House 
publicly disavowed me and my mission and named me as 
the clients' murderer. I've been on the run ever since 
then. I truly believe that it was the work of the Vice-
Priestess and a conservative faction opposed to the 
idea of a male Head Priest."

Inara interrupted in a shocked tone. "Jorge, that's 
terrible! How will you ever clear your name?"

"I don't know but in a few weeks, the uploaded 
financial records of House Madarassa will be coming out 
in blogs all over the cortex detailing the financial 
dealings of a certain faction and heads will start to 
roll. By that time, I plan to be sitting zazen and 
chanting sutras with a shaven pate and an assumed name 
in a monastery on New Mount Heiai."

Inara's eyes widened and she started to laugh and then 
collapsed in tears against his bare ebony chest as a 
sense of overwhelming loss overtook her . "Have we both 
fallen so low that we live on the run now with no place 
to call home?"

Jorge just held her and stroked her hair as she cried 
herself out against him. "You know, Inara that you were 
my first training client."

"As you were mine," she replied.

He continued. "It seems so long ago; were we really 
that young once? I was so nervous knowing that there 
were hidden monitors and that we were getting our final 
grades based on how well we performed. You were so calm 
and strong: you made everything seem so easy."

"What? I was the nervous one; you were the one who got 
us both top marks." She looked up into his dark eyes 
and gave Jorge a soft lingering kiss. She smiled with 
her eyes glistening. "Let's finish the cleansing with 
Tantric meditation. After all, we have to get you in 
shape for the monastery, don't we?"

"I sincerely doubt that form of meditation will be in 
use among the monks of the monastery; but I could never 
resist you."

"I can see that!" as she looked down at his lap. "I can 
see that the maestre's staff is as good as it ever was. 
Why don't you just put a cord and gourd on that and use 
it for a birimbau?

Jorge just grinned and pantomimed playing the birimbau 
using his own curving shaft to represent the bow of the 
instrument. "You can see I already have the gourd." As 
he cluched his sack "That is what a birimbau is 
supposed to represent anyway."

Jorge laughed, and dragging out a buckwheat zafu that 
he sat upon and quickly folded his legs into a full 
lotus posture. Inara stepped up to straddle him while 
he lubricated himself. 

Jorge looked up to find himself face to yoni with 
Inara's nether region. "Oh, what a beautiful rosebush 
that catches mine eye." He quipped as he inhaled her 
clean and musky scent.

Inara looked down at his brilliant white smile and 
replied. "You're terrible." And then she sank down on 
his member as she wrapped her legs around his buttocks, 
forming a gracefully erotic sculpture of her light 
olive beige and his purple black skin. "Oh you cheater, 
you used the warming gel!" as a warmth flooded her 
inner regions. 

"Nah, that's just your yoni welcoming her old friend, 
my lingam."

Inara laughed, "That may be true but you still 
cheated."

"What else could I do when confronted with these four 
beauties?" as he quickly kissed both her breasts and 
squeezed her buttocks.

"Stop that!" Inara lightly slapped the top of Jorge's 
head. "This is supposed to be meditation."

Jorge responded by straightening his back and neck into 
a perfect plumb line and placing his outstretched arms 
on her knees, touching his middle fingers to his thumbs 
while Inara did the same on the tops of his arms. 
Together the chanted:

Aum sahanaavavatu
Sahanau bhunaktu
Saha viiryan karavaavahai
Tejasvi naavadhiitamastu
Maa vidvishhaavahai

May we be protected together.
May we be nourished together.
May we work together with great vigor.
May our study be enlightening
May no obstacle arise between us. 

Both their tongues bent to touch the roofs of their 
mouths while their breath became one slow and regular 
inhalation and exhalation of "Ohm." Mentally, they 
traced the flow of energy up through their chakras from 
the Swadhisthana where they were joined to the Anahata 
of their hearts to the Sahasrara at the top of their 
heads and then down their spines to meet again at the 
Swadhisthana. As they continued to synchronize their 
breathing, gradually their heartbeats coincided and the 
pulse at their joining began to generate a sympathetic 
harmonic resonance which had its own ebb and flow.

Inara at first tried to control the wave of emotions 
that cascaded over her and threatened to overwhelm 
everything. All of her frustration and heartbreak with 
Mal, the death and destruction of Miranda, the loss of 
Wash and Book, the transformation of her career, 
Jorge's disgrace and the recent trauma of dealing death 
built and threatened to crush her under its terrible 
weight. But then a single memory of herself painting 
the name 'Serenity' on the side of the old firefly 
transport that had become her home came to her rescue. 
She thought. "We are all ronin (soldiers of the wave) 
and we have to learn to ride the waves we cannot tame."

Then there came to her a golden epiphany that she was 
complete and whole and the love she carried within 
herself and brought to others in both sacred and 
profane forms was sufficient in itself. Her only duty 
and obligation was to share this deep understanding of 
love in all its forms. 

With that realization came a sudden shivering which 
triggered a series of involuntary convulsions in the 
depths of her yoni propelling her over the edge into a 
profound orgasm. This shook her to the core and she 
clutched Jorge tightly and began to rapidly impale 
herself on his up thrust mast. Jorge's orgasmic 
response was almost as reflexive as he pulled Inara 
closer and by old habit he placed the tip of his 
forefinger on the rosebud of her anus. Since he still 
had some warming gel on his fingers, Inara completely 
lost her head and began to scream and babble as she 
released all her stress and frustration into the safe 
communion with her old lover.

Together they climaxed and shuddered to a panting stop 
which gradually returned to a gentle lovemaking in 
which they re-explored the familiar contours and 
territories of their first love.

"You know too many of my secrets Jorge."

"As you do mine, but I think I just found out another 
secret."

"What?" She responded.

"When you first started babbling in my ear, I thought 
you were criticizing our technique in Latin but then I 
realized that you were calling out the name of your 
'pirate' captain and I knew the rumors were true."

"Hun Dan!" Inara slapped him on the ear and jumped up 
to hotly deny his accusation but then she realized that 
Jorge probably knew her better than she did herself. 
She slumped and looked at him. "Please don't share that 
with anyone."

Jorge returned her gaze in full sobriety. "As the 
former chief of security, I know how to keep a secret."

"Ah yes, former seems to describe us in all our 
aspects." She sighed with nostalgia.

"Inara, you can't step in the same river twice. Each 
incarnation has many incarnations within it just as 
every cell of our bodies is replaced over time. We can 
only strive to achieve virtue with what we are given. 
You have to believe and have faith. "

"You know, you're even starting to sound like him?"

"You mean my predecessor: the former Master at Arms 
turned Sheppard; the one we used to call 'Old by- the- 
Book?"

"Well he did write the manual on covert operations," 
Inara replied.

"I know and he was a great instructor."

"Yes." She said with glittering eyes. "He was a good 
man and a fine Sheppard and I still do not know why he 
renounced the world and House Madarassa, but I do know 
that his was a true reincarnation and he brought every 
fiber of his being into the fulfillment of his own 
virtue. Please don't share that with anyone either, 
after all, he carried that secret to the grave."

"Of course." And with that, they rose to cleanse 
themselves, dress and resume their journey to 
rendezvous with Serenity.

As they were docking, Inara called over inter-ship. 
"Captain: request permission to bring a passenger 
aboard."

"What now?" Mal sighed.

"He's a friend of mine, a former companion."

"Tai-kong suo-yo duh shing-chiouh doh sai-jin wuh duh 
pee-goo!"(all the planets in space flushed up my butt!) 
He swore in exasperation.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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