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NOTE:  I did *not* write this.  This was posted in June, 1996 by Hal
Larson, who - to the best of my knowledge - is the author of this story.

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Warning - This article contains passages which are sexually explicit
and contain graphic descriptions of sexual acts.  If you are under
the age of 18 or are offended by such material, please read do not
read this article.  If you are a parent of a child under the age of
18, please take appropriate measures to ensure your child does not
have the opportunity to read this article.













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Begin Chapter One.

The last thing I remember is that awesome looking redheaded chick offering
me a cigarette.  I don't even think I finished it before the room started
spinning around me.  Someone helped me to a car and then the world went
dark.  By the size of the lump on my forehead, it went dark before they
could get me into the the back seat.  Damn.

I woke up in a dark room on what felt like an Army cot.  A tiny beam of
light fell right in my eyes.  Using my hand, I followed it to its source.
It came from a tiny scratch in the paint of a painted-over window in a
locked (LOCKED?!!!) door.  I started hammering on the door and yelling for
someone to let me out.  Pretty soon, I heard a key in the door.  It opened,
blinding me.

"Step away from th'door!"  a deep voice shouted.  Siilhouetted in the door
frame were two beefy men with what appeared to be clubs of some sort.  I'm
not the kind of guy who backs down from a fight, but my head was still
spinning like a top, so I decided to wait and find out what was going on.

Beefy guy #1 stepped in and grabbed my shirt front (hey! who took my shirt
and gave me this piece of crap T-shirt?!).   "Awake are ye?  We'll that's
nobbut a wee problem.  W'all just put ye to work if yer so to mind, then."
He spoke with a gaelic accent, maybe Irish or Scottish.  He grabbed my left
arm and twisted it behind my back and marched me out of the room.  The one
time I tried to ask what the hell was going on, Beefy guy #2 gave me a fist
in my gut for my trouble.  I shut up quick.

After about five minutes of walking down a brightly-lit hallway, we came to
what appeared to be a factory.  I couldn't really see it too well, but
hundreds of men were lined up in front of what looked like low conveyer
belts or troughs or something.  All of them were hunched over and sawing at
something or pulling or whatever.  I couldn't tell.  It stank like hell.
Nobody had told these guys about showering, I guess.  There were all kinds
from tall athletic looking dudes to short balding accountant types.  They
all seemed pretty interested in what they were doing.  Nobody turned around
to look at me,.

Beffy Guy #1 pulled me over to an empty spot between two nebishy
pencil-necked geeks.  Then I saw what all the guys were doing: they were
jacking off!  No way!  I thought to myself.  What the hell is going on
here?  "Get ye to work, now.  Yer quota is five loads, and ye get nae
dinner 'till yer done."  I got the picture, but why in hell did he think
I'd do what he said?  True, he did have just my left arm twisted behind my
back, leaving the other free for "work," but I there was no way I'd stand
in between two guys and wack the weasel into- I leaned over and took a
closer look- a ceramic trough!

"Listen, now.  If ye dinna do as I tell ye, I'll have to call the missus,"
growled my large friend.  "Ye don't want to be on her bad side."  "Aye,
that ye don't," agreed his partner.

I had had enough.  "Listen guys," I don't know who you are or why you have
me here, but somebody's going to be in big trouble when the police find out
about this place!"

"The police aren't going to find out about this place, and if they did they
couldn't get here," said a woman's voice behind me.  I twisted in my
captor's grip and looked back to see the same redhead from the bar.  Only
now she was wearing a tight rubber getup that would have given me one hell
of a hardon if I hadn't been surrounded by hundreds of guys jacking off.
No wonder the air smelled like a junior-high boys locker room!

"Boys, you can let go of him.  It's his first day, and besides, I'd like to
do the honors myself.  This one's quite the man, don't you think?"  She
almost cooed the words.  The accent was there, but you couldn't really hear
it unless you listened really closely.  Under different circumstances, I'd
find it very sexy.  Especially when it was connected with a face like an
angel and a body like a texas tittie-bar dancer.  Even with my head still
realling from whatever was in that cigarette, I couldn't help staring at
her.

"Aye, missus.  To be sure, missus," the two lugs fairly fell over each
other trying to defer to the woman.  They let go of me and backed away In
his haste to obey, one of them to bumped into a guy just as he was cuming,
causing the sperm to fly wildly, soaking the man next to him.

"You IDIOTS!!!  Look what you did!"  screamed the woman.  With a motion too
fast for me to follow, she pushed me aside and slapped the face of Beefy
Guy #2 (he was the one who caused the "aiming problem").  Shreds of flesh
fell down his face, and blood started to flow.  Holding his face, he ran
back towards the hallway I had come from.  She turned to me.  "Come along,
now.  I don't have all day!"

I guess I was still woozy, or maybe I was just being stupid.  Hell, maybe I
couldn't stand the sight of that tight ass swaying in front of me without
following it to get a better look.  Whatever the reason, I took off after
her.  She was a fast walker, but I definitely enjoyed the view.  After a
while, we got to a carpeted area which lead to a series of offices.

We entered one of the offices.  Nice.  Whatever you could say about this
lady, it wasn't that she didn't have style.  The office was big, and
decorated with tapestries and various objects d'art.  There was a large
conference table and a sectional couch with leather cushions.  "I hope you
got an eyeful of my ass," she quipped, "didn't your mother tell you it's
not polite to stare?"

"To hell with that, lady." I said. "Just tell me what's going on here and
then let me get the hell out."

"Well, I'm afraid you're not going anywhere, but I'd be glad to tell you
what we're doing here.  You see, we're on a farm and you're a farm animal.
You're like a cow, really, except that you'll do your own milking." (I
think I knew what that meant).  "Today, however, I think I'd like to do the
milking for you, just to get you into the swing of things.   Sit down on
that couch over there and take your trousers off."

"Hell no!  What's to stop me from just walking out of this little farm of
yours?"  I was getting really angry, and the buzz was wearing off.  I took
a couple of steps toward the door, but before I could reach it, she lept in
front of me.  I couldn't believe how fast she was!  I could have sworn I
was at least 10 feet closer to the door than she was, but she got there
before I even knew she had moved.

"Listen.  I'm going to give you one more chance.  Take off your trousers
and sit down on that couch!  You aren't going anywhere.  If you did manage
to get more than ten feet before I rip you to shreds, where are you going
to go.  Look!"  She touched a plate on the wall and the curtains on the far
side of the office opened.  Outside the window I saw blackness, and then
stars, and then a tiny blue round disc.  I looked harder and realized what
that disc was: the Earth.  I was in space!  I fell backwards onto the couch
without even thinking.

"Close enough, big boy."  She quiped.  She dropped to her knees and crawled
over sensuously.  She ran her hands up my legs and with a savage rip, she
pulled the loose hospital-style trousers I had been dressed in off me.  I
looked down.  The pants were in shreds.  I took a closer look at her hands
and saw that her nails were as sharp as claws, and made of some shiney
metallic substance.  I edged back as if I could disappear into the couch.

"No need to be afraid.  Mommy won't hurt her little boy." She chuckled.
With a leap, she buried her head in my lap.  My cock, still soft (hell,
I'll admit it- it was soft with fear!) was sucked into her mouth whole.
She pulled off, and I could feel my cock starting to expand.  "That's
right.  Get nice and hard.  I'm going to have a real feast tonight, and
you're the main course."

"What the heck?" I thought as her lips surrounded my now fully erect cock.
"I might as well enjoy myself before I get thrown into hard vacuum."  And
vacuum it was, because her mouth was sucking so hard on my cock I thought
it was going to burst.  Then she started with the deepthroat.  Her hands
were all over me, massaging my balls, pinching my nipples.  Although I'm
not known for being a hair trigger, I couldn't take much of that kind of
treatment.  Less than a minute of hard sucking and I my super-soaker 9000
was coating her throat with hot cum.  Unlike most women I've known, she
didn't pull back when I started cumming- she just kept my cock deep in her
throat.  What a feeling!

After a few monumental spurts, I started to cum down from the mountain of
sexual bliss to the valley of satiation.  But apparrantly, my suckstress
had another idea.  She pulled off of me, grabbed my cock with one hand and
my balls with another and said "that was just an appetizer.  I want a
full-course dinner.  Get ready to give me more, or I'll tear your nuts
right off.  I'm eating NOW!"  With that, she pulled my half-hard cock into
her mouth and began sucking like a demon.

I was in agony!  Her hands never left my balls, squeezing just enough to
cause a little pain- a reminder that I had to produce.  My cock's head was
super-sensitive, but she didn't seem to care.  She just kept sucking and
sucking.  She didn't seem to need to breath either.  I don't think my cock
left her throat more than twice after she started.  I like sex as much as
the next guy- maybe more!  And getting head is probably my favorite way of
spending an evening, but this was rediculous.  Despite my reservations, my
cock was starting to respond, though.  I was getting harder and harder, and
the head was starting to swell in her throat, making it really tight.

Then, without warning, her throat tightened even more around my cock.  She
was milking me, and it was working.  My cock shot sperm like a machine gun.
Round after round of milky white bullets sped their way down as her throat
convulsed with the motion of swallowing.  My eyes rolled back in my head
and I passed out.

End Chapter One.


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Begin Chapter Two.

When I came too, I looked down.  The redhead was still sucking my cock,
which had softened somewhat.  She looked up at me and stopped for a second.
Her eyes narrowed to slits, like a cat's.  This babe wasn't human!  "So
soft so soon?  And such a big man- I thought you'd have more for me,
especially since this is your first day.  Well, you did passably well but
we're not finished."  She was purring, almost- nothing like her fanatic
psycho behaviour earlier.  She squeezed my cock from the base, forcing a
last little glob of cum up out of it.  "Hmm," she mused, "should I have a
little desert or should I share.  Here, don't let this go anyplace."  She
placed my hand on my cock so that I was holding it vertical, the cum glob
poised on the tip.  "If you drop it, I'll shred you like paper!"

She got up and walked over to her desk.  She picked up a small disk and
spoke into it.  "Yes, the new one is quite satisfactory.  Quite an
addition, in fact.  Come and see for yourself.  Fine."  She replaced the
disk in its holder as the door behind her opened.  Two more women, walked
in.  They were tall like the redhead.  Each had breasts that were large,
but not huge, and achingly beautiful to look at.  When I could tear my eyes
away from their chests, I looked up into their faces.  They were doubles
(triples, I guess) of the redhead.  The first one to walk in was a blonde.
She was wearing a short hafl skirt/half pants outfit with no shirt, just a
gauze scarf covering (or more correctly, NOT covering) her breasts.  The
last sister (I assumed they were sisters due to the resemblance) was
raven-haired and wore a similar outfit except that her scarf was tied like
a halter instead of a band.

"Beautiful.  Is he as tasty as he looks?"  the blonde asked.  Her voice had
a lilt to it, like an Irish girl's- not the same as the refined
oh-so-aristocratic accent of the other's.

"Try him and see.  I left a taste for one of you.  He's holding it ready
for you.  Such a thoughtful animal, don't you think?" responded her sister.

"Aye," replied the blonde.  And then she came over to me and looked down at
my now-limp cock with its glob of semen still poised at the tip.  "Is that
for me?  Looks tiny right now.  Maybe we can do something to make it
bigger," she laughed along with her sisters.  She bent from the waist and
extended her neck far enough to suck the little drop of cum from my cock.
"Dreamy.  More." she hummed.  Her face and eyes were getting the same
glazed look her sister had earlier.  She dropped like a rock to the floor
and faster than my eyes could see it, she ripped my hand away from my cock
and sucked the whole limp thing into her mouth.  The suction was
increadible.  I think it got hard simply because she was drawing blood into
it.  Soon, my stiff cock was imbeded in her throat.  

The blonde was even better than the redhead.  Her throat narrowed and
squeezed with every out stroke and relaxed with the in stroke.  Something
was happeneing to me.  My cock was no longer sensitive, and I was getting
really turned on.  Her hands was massageing my balls and carressing my
chest.  I was really getting into it.  I took a chance and pulled down the
gauze that barely covered her breasts.  Two increadible globes were
revealed, perfect in proportion.  The nipples were conical with tips like
little pencil erasers.  I took first one and then the other in my hands.

"Well, I see he likes you," the black haired on chuckled.  "Why don't you
finish him off so I can have a turn?"

The blonde looked daggers at her and renewed her efforts.  I had already
cum twice, so it didn't matter how hard she sucked, it was going to be a
while before I came.  She seemed to know that, but didn't seem to care.
She looked up into my eyes, and suddenly I could tell that at least some of
this was for my benefit.  She was trying to make it good for me!  "At least
they aren't all bitches," I thought as she pressed her breasts harder into
my massaging hands.

Despite my earlier spurtings, I could feel the beggining of another orgasm
coming on.  Soon, I was close to hosing this one's throat down too.  But
she slowed her pace a little to keep me on the edge a little while.  The
sensation was fabulous.  She kept me right at the point where all it would
take was one hard suck to send me over.  Five full minutes passed like that
and then she looked up at me and smiled, face full of cock.  I knew what
she was asking.  She wanted to know if it was alright to finish me off.  I
nodded.

With a mighty squeeze of her throat, she started moving her head like a
jackhammer into my crotch.  I started twitching and bucking my hips and
with a groan I started cumming.  Instead of taking down the throat like her
sister, she pulled slightly off and sucked hard while licking my cockhead
as spurt after spurt of gooey cum filled her mouth.  When I had finished,
she looked up at me, smiling and tipped her head back and swallowed the
load down.  My cock was still hard, and she licked the cum residue from the
sides and head.  "Thank you," I whispered.

"No, thank YOU," she whispered back.  With a little kiss to my cock head,
she stood up and said outloud "VERY nice.  You must try this one sometime
soon."  She looked at her black haired sister and smiled.  She retrieved
her scarf from where it had fallen but did not put it on, allowing me to
admire her breasts as she moved.

The raven haired sister snorted.  "You didn't have to be so NICE to him.
He's just going back to the floor like the others, you know."  
"Well, I know how to treat them, and I mean to have a little snack of my
own before dinner tonight.  Boy!  Take your hands away from that little toy
and let me have a tiny drinkie."  Her gaze was fixated at my cock, and I
had involuntarily covered with my hands as if I could protect it.

I hadn't said a word in the last hour.  I don't know why.  I felt like I
had no control and nothing I did or said would matter.  These women were
going to take me whether I let them or not.  I wasn't even sure where I was
or if I'd ever see Earth again.  The result was that I was in  a total
daze.

The black haired woman walked over to me and pulled off her halter top.
"Like these too?  I think they're just as nice as my sister's" she said.
(so they WERE sisters.  I was right).  She grabbed my hands from my cock
and pressed them onto her tits.  "That's a good boy.  Squeeze mommy's tits
now."  I squeezed them.  If anything, she was right- they were as nice as
her sisters.  Firm and high with nipples pointing straight out.  Holding my
hands steady, she dropped before me.

Her mouth descended onto my semi-erect cock.  I had hit a point where I
somehow knew I had to provide sperm, so my body was producing it doubly
quick.  My cock lept as she sucked it into her mouth.  Withing a few
seconds it was fully erect and lodged in her throat.  Unlike her sisters,
this one was mechanical.  Her head bobbed in and out at a steady pace,
deteremined to get her load of cum in the most economical means possible.
The quick motion was aided by the tight contraction and relaxation of her
throat muscles making a swallowing motion each time she pulled her throat
part way off my cock.  Withing minutes I was on the edge of an orgasm.

Sensing this, she quickened the pace.  My cock swelled to twice its normal
size as her throat contracted to half of its.  Without knowing it, my hands
grabbed the back of her head and pulled it into my crotch as my hips bucked
forward.  I came, shooting at least twice a normal ejaculation into her
throat in five thick spurts.  I released my hands and fell back into the
couch, but her throat didn't release my cock.  She continued sucking and
sucking long after it was clear there was no more left.  My sensitive cock
ached with the after effect of too much attention, but she didn't seem to
care.  Finally, with a little twist to her head and throat (causing a sharp
twinge of agony to stab my cock head), she pulled off me.  Reaching down,
she squeezed my cock from the base to pull up one last drop of cum.

"Here, sister.  Since you like cleaning him off so much, why not have this
last bit," she said.  Her hand held my cock so that the little droplet of
cum was safe.

"Why thank you.  I think I will." replied the blonde and leaned over to
suck the tip of my cock into her mouth, capturing the last drop with a
little show of swallowing it.  She then licked the sides of my cock and
under the edge of the head as if she wanted to make sure she got every tiny
bit of sperm.  Then, she sighed and held my cock in her mouth as it slowly
softened.  "Oh well, I don't think we'll get anything else from this one.
Pity.  It was quite tasty."

The redhead stepped over to her desk and picked up the communicator disk
again, spoke briefly into it, and then returned it to its holder.  Scant
seconds later, the two beefy guys, one of them wearing a bandage over his
scratched face, came puffing into the room.  "Take him back to his room,
feed him, get him washed up and dressed in something nice.  Then bring me
five more off the line- Fresh, mind you!  That second or third milking's
fine for some, but I only want the thickest load for myself.  Now hurry or
I'll have you beaten!"

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Begin Chapter Three.

Without ceremony or the ability to pull up the tattered shreds of my pants,
I was grabbed and hauled out of the room.  I turned around to look behind
me and the blonde was staring at me with those soft green eyes.  The guys
(orderlies? farmers? foremen? I had no idea what their function was aboard
this vessel) ran me back across the "production floor" and into the hallway
lined with cells.  I was thrust into the small cell I recognized as the one
I had woken up in just a short while ago.  The door closed behind me and I
could hear beeping as the orderly with the bandage (I mentally thought of
him as "Scarface" and the other as "Moe") pressed buttons on a panel next
to the door.  Suddenly, there was no gravity in my cell and the bunk was
retracting into the wall.  I heard Scarface yell "Take off yer clothes and
toss 'em into the corner!"  Floating weightless, I quickly complied as
shower-like fixtures extruded themselves from the center of each wall.  As
soon as I was naked, jets of water lashed from each shower fixture,
propelling me all around the room.  The water was warm and soapy, and I
felt like I could stay in it forever, but it was turning into little
perfect spheres and hanging all about the cell.  Many times, I was unable
to avoid inhaling one of the globes of water, and I spent most of my time
choking.  

Finally, the water turned freezing and stopped being soapy.  I braced
myself directly in the spray for one agonizingly cold minute to rinse off
and then yelled "OK OK.  I'm clean, dammit!  Turn off the friggen water
before I drown in here!"  The shower heads slowed to a trickle and then
stopped alltogether as they retreated into the substance of the wall.  

The door to the cell opened (to me it looked like a hatch because of my
loss of spatial orientation) and two towels whizzed through along with a
package wrapped in plastic.  "Wipe yerself down, getcher clothes on, and
point yer feet toward the bloody floor or you'll break yer bloody neck!"
yelled Scarface.  I complied with the last command first just in time.  I
suddenly gained back all my weight and fell like a sack to the floor, which
was suddenly flooded  as three inches of water fell out of the air.  As I
toweled myself off, the water along with my soapy wet clothing was just
absorbed into the floor without the need for a drain.  Neat trick, I
thought.  Within seconds, the floor was completely dry as if it had never
been wet.

I unwrapped the plastic package to find a somewhat similar outfit to the
one I had on previously.  This one was of a nicer fabric, silky textured
and shiny black with silver piping.  Putting it on, I discovered that the
front of the crotch area was open and my cock and pubic region were only
covered by a flap of cloth, easily pulled aside.  (I could guess whose
convenience that feature was designed for.)  As soon as I was dressed, my
bunk reappeared from the wall, and having nothing else special to do, I sat
down on it.

A couple of minutes later, Scarface came in the door pushing a metal cart.
"Don't get nae ideas, lad.  Here's yer food, so tucker in."  On the cart
was a largish dinner.  As soon as I looked at it I was famished.  I grabbed
the big spoon that was the only utinsel in sight and "tuckered in."  I
don't think I chewed twice the entire meal.  As I shoveled food into my
mouth Scarface looked at me and chucked.  "Hungry aren't ye?  Aye, I've
nowt seen one of ye refuse a meal once the Missus is through with ye.  She
had her sisters in there too, did she?  Now there's a fae lot."

"Who are they?  And what is going on here?"  My voice had returned to me as
the meal bolstered my strength.  I was getting angry, too.  Although I'm
not one to complain about getting great head, I usually want to be involved
in the decision.  "And who are all those other guys out on that huge
factory floor?"  I started firing questions off between bites, hoping to
get some kind of explanation.

"Well, now, ain't we the curious one?" Scarface replied.  "There's plenty
of time for that.  If the Missus wants to tell ye, she'll tell ye.  Until
then, yer just another wanker to me."  "But," he continued, "there's nae
harm in telling ye were we are.  We're riding the aether between yer planet
and ours.  When we get there, I know nowt.  Ye may be sent back to the
floor, at which time yer mine and ye better produce, mind ye.  Or the
Missus may keep ye as her pet, as she seeems to want.  Or she could give
her to one of her sisters fer the same.  Ye don't want nor one of 'em.
They'll age a man to his three-score and ten in a month's time, and then
he's nae good to me or himself.  Nae, ye'd do best to try to dissappoint
the Missus.  Think of your old Gran and Gramp mooching or sommat.  That'd
turn any man to a codfish.  If the Missus thinks ye can't satisfy her,
she'll scratch ye up some, but ye'll at least live to tell about it.  Stay
wi' her and ye'll be an old man in a week, and dead in four."

I finished my meal listening to  Scarface's warning about the three
sisters.  Somehow, I believed him.  I wanted to ask him more about where we
were going, and who the three sisters were, but at that moment, Moe (the
other "orderlie") stuck his head in the door.  "Is he ready, then?  Ye'd
better hurry up, she's screaming bloody murder up there!"

"Well, he's washed, aye and fed too, but I'd be a fool to think any man's
ready for that one," he laughed.  "Come on wi' ye.  Yer wanted at
t'Missus's rooms.  Now, if yer nice, I won't have to grab ye.  Just walk
smart in front of me, and nae games."  I stood up and he pushed me in the
direction of the "factory" floor.

Crossing the floor, I wondered again at the mindless activity of the men
lining the gleaming ceramic troughs.  Once or twice, I though I saw one
throw his head back or grimace as he tossed off a load into the chute, but
mostly, they just hauled off at their cocks with slack faces.  If wacking
off five times was to have been by first day's quota, what was required of
these poor souls who looked like they had been there forever?

These thoughts and others filled my head as we made our way to the office
area.  As I was ushered in, I saw five of the men from the factory floor
standing in a row before the "Missus."  The fourth one in line was holding
a hughe brandy snifter, the kind you see on the piano at a fancy
restaraunt.  Those are the ones that are so big it takes two hands to hold
them when they're full.  Of course this time, it wasn't full of tips.  It
was nearly three quarters full of milky semen.  I could smell it from where
I was standing- musky like mushrooms or mildew.  The redhead was watching
the fourth with intense eyes.  As I was walking in he gave one mighty pull
at his cock and started spurting semen into the snifter.  Huge streams of
cum sprang from his cockhead.  More than I had ever seen come from one man,
even that guy you always see in prono movies shooting gigantic wads. This
guy produced at least a cup of semen, and judging from the volume of sperm
that had previously been in the glass, so had the men before him.  There
was barely an inch between the cum-level and the rim of the snifter.  The
fourth guy passed it to the man next to him, who was furiously jacking off.
This guy was clearly nervous, and understandably so- if he spilled or
dropped the snifter he would be clawed to death by the redhaired demon.
Grunting softly, he spurted his load carefully into the snifter.  It was
no less massive then the ones before him, but he was clearly trying to hold
back the velocity of the spurts to avoid splashing of spilling.  Soon, he
had milked the last massive spurt from his cock and held the snifter up to
his mistress.  Cum had filled it to the very rim.  There had to be at least
a quart of semen in it.

"Yery good, gentlemen.  You- bring it here and don't spill any.  Then all
of you get out of my sight!"  The man holding the snifter walked slowly and
carefully over to her.  He kept his eyes fixed on the snifter and shuffled
each foot slowly forward to check for unseen obstacles or folds in the
carpeting.

"I saw a man drop a glass like that once," Scarface whispered in my ear as
the man inched forward.  "Another one bumped him and the whole glass, cum
and all, splashed all over the Missus.  She ripped out the heart of the one
who spilled it and shoved it and her fist right up the other's asshole.
Then she mucked around a bit and pulled her hand out with a yard of
intestines and strangled the poor sod wi'  his own guts."  I nodded,
believing every word of what he had just told me.

The snifter safely in the hands of the beautiful redhead, its delivery man
backed quickly away, and then the five of them fairly ran out of the room.
She motioned with her head towards the couch across from her, and I sat
down.  "That will be all.  Thank you," she said to Scarface who left every
bit as eagerly, if a little less hastily, as the others.

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Begin Chapter Four.

"So, are you fed and rested?" she asked, taking a sip of the spermy drink.
Some semen spillled on her chin, and she lifted on obsidian-nailed finger
to swipe it off, sucking the cum off her finger.  "Hmm.  This is filling,
but it tastes so processed," she told me, "we give them hormonal stimulants
to build volume, but just seems to make the flavor quite bland.  Quantity
versus quality, it's always a tradeoff."

She took a deep mouthful of cum and swirled it around her mouth before
tipping her head back and swallowing it.  "I suppose you have lots of
questions.  Perhaps you're even angry for being taken away from your home.
All right.  I'm willing to answer a few- but don't irritate me.  If there's
one thing I can't stand, it's a bad attitude in one of my animals.  Ask
away.  Anything."

"Who are you?" I asked.  Despite my revulsion at seeing five men whack the
weasel into a brandy snifter, I was getting quite turned on at the sight of
this lovely (albeit deadly) red haired beauty chug it down like a
milkshake.  "And what are you doing here?"

"Who we are, how lovely."  she laughed.  "We've been feeding off your kind
for centuries.  Haven't you heard of fairy tails where a man is seduced by
a lovely witch and then taken away, only to return years later unaged but a
simpleton? Old Celtic folktales called us the Fae, mostly because that's
what we call ourselves.  Succubi, vampires, we've been called all those
things.  We're not from your world, but some of what you are is from ours.
We've interbread somewhat over the years.  Changelings have been left in
cradles, that sort of thing.  A few at a time, we take male human children
and raise them for our 'farms' like the one you've seen in the hold below."

"Why humans?  Why drink human sperm?" I croaked out, fixated at the sight
of her slurping down semen.

"We use humans simply because we can.  Your race is physically inferior to
ours, and mentally you are thousands of years behind us in the evolutionary
ladder.  The sperm itself isn't important.  It's the life force we hunger
for.  Your folk tales of vampires weren't too far from the mark.  Blood
carries the same life force, but it is static, recycled, used.  Only your
semen provides us with the force of creative energy.  Human females cannot
hope to produce a substance with such intensity.  We take the semen because
we need it to keep ourselves young and energetic.   Does this answer your
questions?"

"One more.  Please.  Where are we going and will I ever be able to return?"
In between phrases, she had managed to drink almost all of the cum,
probably at least a quart.  I was trying to hide my hard-on with my hands,
but not very sucessful.  Her gaze fixated at my crotch.

"We are going home.  Home for me but not home for you.  I've raised those
animals down there from babies and they are at their peak production
potential.  This is a business for me, a sperm farm and to us you humans
are simply animals.  No, you're ever going home to your precious Earth, but
I think you'll like it wear we're going.  You seem to enjoy feeding time,
although I can see it scares you a little.  We have other homone additives
which will allow you to keep up with 'demand' without spoiling your
freshness and energy.  I was thinking of keeping you for a pet, but my
sister seemed to like you.  She asked for you herself, and being a good
sister, I couldn't object.  I did make her promise to lend you to me from
time to time, so don't become too comfortable.  Above all, remember that it
is me who runs this farm and no one else.  You live by my rules or you die
by my hand.  My sister has the tendancy to coddle her pets.  Don't be
fooled.  She can gut you in a second.  I've seen her get impatient with one
of the animals sent to her for a feeding and rip his balls off and suck the
sperm right from their sacs.  Oh, and here she is now.  Hello, sister!"

"Hello," came the reply.  I turned to look towards the door as the blonde
walked in wearing nothing but what looked like two napkins attatched to a
chain, one covering her pubic region and the other lightly covering her
ass.  I glanced at her breasts and then flushed when she noticed the
direction of my gaze.  She laughed and then told me "look all you like.  I
don't mind.  When we get home I'll have to have you look at all my sisters
and then tell me whether you think mine are nicer.  And you WILL tell me
mine are nicer, won't you?"

I nodded.  She reached down to her sister and extended her hand.  "May I?"
she asked.  Grudgingly, her sister handed over the snifter which by now was
nearly empty.  Throwing her head back, she tossed off the last few ounces
and handed the glass to the redhead.  Then she extended her hand to me.
"Come on, then.  Let's get you settled in."

I rose and followed her out of the office and down a long corridor.
Thankfully, we didn't have to pass the production floor.  One more look at
the universe's largest circle jerk, and I think I would have puked.  Soon
we came to her private rooms, which were simply decorated with Celtic
artwork.  A small Irish harp stood on a table in one corner, and on a
vanity there were several examples of what had to be authentic Celtic
hammered gold bracelets and necklaces.  Very pricey,very rare- they had to
be worth at least a couple of hundred thousand pounds.

"Sit down," she patted the bed next to her.  "This is my room, and the door
just to the left of the one we entered is yours.  Now, is that for me, or
are you simply pointing toward something you want?"  My erection hadn't
flagged since seeing this gorgeous blond toss back a full mouthfull of cum.
I don't know what was in the food they served me, but apparantly it was
having some effect on my virility.  I felt able to have a full night's bout
of sex, and this no more than an hour since I had cum four times!

"Uh, for you I guess."  I stammered.  I wasn't sure how I was supposed to
act around these women.  The two "orderlies" I had encountered seemed to
treat them with a lot of respect.  She smiled, so I guess I answered
correctly.  Then she moved aside the flimsy panel covering my cock, bent
her head, and engulfed me.  Like before, she did her best to make my cock
feel good, and her best was better than anything I had ever felt before.
She moved slowly, making it last.  With each stroke, she looked up at me
and smiled.  While I knew the other two had enjoyed eating my cum, this
lady was enjoying the simple pleasure of sucking my cock.  This turned me
on despite my worries about getting home and staying alive and I
surrendered myself to the sensation of her lips, mouth, and throat
surrounding my cock.  Soon, her pace quickened and my balls tightened.  I
could feel the orgasm comming on, but she held me right at the edge for a
long time.  Finally, I couldn't take it any longer.  I thrust forward with
my hips and buried my cock in her throat.  Cum shot forth like a howitzer
shell.  I could feel my ass muscles contract with every spurt.  She pulled
off as I continued to cum and waited as my cum filled her mouth.  Then
without taking her mouth off my cock, she swallowed my load.  I fell back
on the bed, panting.

Still keeping my cock buried in her throat (didn't these women need to
breath?), she took a small pen-like object from the table next to the bed.
She waved this stylus through the air like she was writing something.  I
looked, and in mid-air I could see silver letters shining.  They read:

"Shanna MacGleash, Scotland Yard, at your service."

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Begin Chapter Five.

Still keeping my cock buried in her throat (didn't these women need to
breath?), she took a small pen-like object from the table next to the bed.
She waved this stylus through the air like she was writing something.  I
looked, and in mid-air I could see silver letters shining.  They read:

"Shanna MacGleash, Scotland Yard, at your service."

"What!?" I gasped.  "How can you-" her hand snapped up to cover my mouth.

"Quiet.  Walls have ears.  Eyes too but they can't see this writing," the
pen wrote on the open air.  "Sorry you got mixed up in this, but the Lady
insisted on bringing home a pet to show off."

I took the stylus from her hand.  Her mouth was still nestled deep into the
base of my cock, so she had to sort of twist to see what I wrote, which
felt very nice.  I wrote "but you're one of them.  You look just like them,
your eyes goe sideways like a cat's, and you have those sharp strong
nails."

Her hand reached for the stylus.  "Yes, I am 3/4 Fae but I was raised on
Earth.  Kiarra left me for a changling when I was born.  The Yard knew
about the Fae (have known for years) and took me from my parents when I was
three.  They loved me, but at that age I was already too much for them to
handle.  I nearly killed my mum once, and my da has scars all over his legs
where I scratched him.  The Yard had kept a close watch on hospital
reports, and that's how they found me.  Since then, I've been raised by
humans to be human but taught how to act and be Fae.  When I turned
sixteen, they turned me loose to find Kiarra.  It was easy.  Fae knows Fae,
even when we're trying not to be known.  I found her stealing a male infant
in Kent.  She took me in, thinking I was a 'long lost changling.'"

"But what are you doing here?" I wrote, "She called you 'sister.' And why
do you still have to, you know" (I pointed to the junction of my cock and
her mouth.  

"I don't have to really." she wrote "Fae don't require sperm to survive.
We just use it to stay young.  Kiarra is at least 200 years old, and Vanya
is even older."  Here I pointed to the names and shrugged to show I wasn't
sure which was which.  "Kiarra=red haired Fae.  Owns ship and sperm farm.
Vanya=black haired Fae.  She's technically my mother, although all Fae
consider themselves 'sisters.' We reproduce by merging egg cells, although
it is possible to surgically create a hybrid Fae/Human.  The Fae
experimented with it years ago to try to blend in better with the human
population.  That's how my other mother, Fayla came about.  She's gone now.
The hybrid didn't have the ability to absorb life force to stay young, and
she was old before I was born.  Fayla was my birth mother, and Vanya was my
egg mother."

I took the stylus, and noticed that my concentration on her writing had
caused my cock to soften and retract from her throat.  She kept it in her
mouth, though, sucking lightly and smiling up at me.  I wrote "that's nice.
thanks.  but why are you here? Why didn't you just stay back on Earth?" 

"Scotland Yard needs two pieces of information: where the Fae homeworld is,
and how to get there.  That's why I'm here.  I'm hoping to photograph the
surrounding stars to get a celestial fix on the position of our
destination, and then somehow I've got to get this ship back to Earth and
into Scotland Yard so they can figure out how it works.  They we'll be able
to stop the Fae from feeding on the human race."

"But you're Fae yourself.  Why should you help humans?"

"I'm 1/4 human!  And I was raised to know right from wrong.  The Fae
weren't.  If a 3/4 Fae like me can be taught, a full-blooded Fae can learn
too.  Slavery has never been right, I learned that at an early age.  Um,
I'm still hungry, and sperm is all we eat here.  May I have some more?"

I nodded my head.  If Shanna was telling the truth (and how many women can
lie while sucking your cock?), there was a chance I could get home.  I was
going to do anything I could to help her.  I took the stylus and wrote "is
there anything I can do to help?"  She nodded and paused in her oral
ministrations.

"Yes, we have four ship days before we get to the Fae homeworld.  Kiarra is
teaching me how to pilot the ship.  I'm hoping to use you as a distraction
for Kiarra while I turn us about.  I've got to find some way to take her
out of action while I guide us back home."

"What about the other one?" I wrote.

"Vanya is old.  She's close to three hundred years old, and she stays in
her cabin almost all the time.  With luck, she won't notice we're off
course until we've landed on Earth.  She may be mean and tough, but she
can't face down a platoon of riflemen.  She is my mother, though.  I'm
hoping our affection for each other will make up for my betraying her."

She continued sucking and writing.  My cock was growing larger and soon was
at full erection.  Like before, she started a long luxurious blowjob that I
could tell would last for hours.  "Kiarra likes fresh sperm.  She hates the
sperm that comes from those factory animals.  On the homeworld, many Fae
have humans who supply them with fresh sperm while they get the bulk of
their feeding on farm-made semen.  The only thing she loves more than fresh
sperm is a challenge.  That's why she kidnapped you, and that's how you're
going to distract her."

"I'm going to offer her a challenge: In two days your body will have
adapted to the hormonal stimulants in your food.  By then, you'll be able
to cum two to three times in an hour, although it won't be in such volume
as the factory workers.  I'm going to challenge Kiarra to sucking you
without stopping for 24 hours.  Enough time for me to turn the ship around
and find a way to subdue her.  She's strong, but I think I could take her.
I just need to get her tired out.  That's where you 'cum' in.  Are you 'up'
to it?'

She giggled around my cock at the double meaning of the last two sentences.
I took the stylus from her and wrote:

"I'm in."

She snorted.  I thought to myself "I could really get to like this girl."
Which, to be honest, is something I usually thought to myself while a
beautiful woman had her lips clamped to the base of my cock.  But this one
seemed special somehow.  She was part Irish coleen, part super suckstress
from outerspace, and both parts felt good to me.  The other two made me
feel dirty, but her blowjob technique and attitude just made me feel happy.
I settled back on the bed and closed my eyes.

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Begin Chapter Six.

A full two hours passed while she slowly sucked my cock.  The last hour, I
was straddling the edge of orgasm, just shy of spurting my load into her
mouth.  But she wouldn't let me.  Each time I came close, she'd slow down
or stop completely until I came down from the edge.  Finally I figured out
what she was after.  The hormone additives that I had eaten with my earlier
meal had enhanced my ability to produce sperm and semen.  This excess semen
was now flowing slowly out my cock in thick clumps every five or six
seconds.  In effect, I was having a continuous low-grade orgasm.  As each
spurt of cum left me, I felt an intense rush of pleasure almost enough to
send me over the edge and hosing her throat down completely.  But she
didn't allow that.  She either slowed down or tighened her lips like a vise
on my cock, forcing the cum back down.  Another thirty minutes passed, and
then another forty.  Then, sensing my exhaustion, she sped up her motion
and soon I was showering her mouth and throat with a load of sperm like I
had never had before.  It was thick.  I could feel each spurt as a separate
bulge in my cock tube.  The motion of her throat swallowing each drop as it
came out just kept it coming.  Finally, I was empty.  Drained couldn't even
describe it.

"Well," she said, releasing my cock from her mouth.  "Volume shouldn't be a
problem for you.  You'll definitely keep up your side of the bargain."
Then, seeing my face go white she quickly said "You need fluids now.
You've dehydrated yourself to satisfy me.  I feel so full, so alive.  I can
see why it's so addicting."

She motioned me over to a small table with a water pitcher.  I drank it
down, not even pausing to wipe the rivulets of water that ran down my face.
Amazingly, I could feel her mouth on my cock again.  I looked down and she
was licking it clean.

"Just keeping things nice and clean.  You can go to your room now.  I'll
call you when I need you again.  Don't get any ideas.  You're mine now and
if you cross me, I'll rip your arms from their sockets." She winked at me
and smiled, but I couldn't help but shiver thinking about the story the
redhead, Kiarra, told me about her tearing open one of the slave's scrotum
to squeeze the sperm directly from his balls.  1/4 human or not, she was
all Fae, and with that came an aching hunger and white-hot temper.  As much
as I liked her, I feared her too.

When I got to my room (my cock had oozed cum for another 15 minutes and
Shanna had insisted on keeping it spotless), Scarface was waiting for me
with another tray heaped with food.  Don't ask me what it was because it
was moving too fast from the tray to my mouth for me to get a good look at
it.  Scarface looked at me forcing food into my body and said "Whew, lad.
Not so fast.  You'll kill yerself.  What did she do? Suck your balls clean
out of your body?!"  He convulsed in laughter.  Apparently, the story of
her ripping a man's balls right out of his sac was either true or very well
spread about.

"Well it seems yer to be part of the crew.  Welcome aboard.  Isaac McCarthy
at your service.  The Lady asked me to let you know what's what and all.
So to start with, this here's yer room.  Ye cannae leave yer room unless
you have an official reason to do so.  That mean's you'll likely be staying
here unless your mistress calls on ye.  Now, you'll have to learn to
operate the controls for your room."

He showed me how to change the room's configuration.  There were bunks,
chairs, lights, and other fixtures which could be extruded from or
retracted into the walls.  Gravity was selectable from 0G to something
nearly 3G's in intensity.  After a short taste of high G, I quickly turned
it back to normal.

Isaac explained to me how he came to be aboard the vessel.  It seems that
the Fae were few in number, however powerful and strong they were.  To
control all the self-flagelating sperm slaves, they needed a work force.
The slaves had been raised nearly from birth.  The Fae exchanged them in
their cradles for facsimili human children, clone grown and destined to die
without constant life support and medical attention well beyond the ability
of human doctors.  These changlings occaisionally grew to maturity, but
were always hopelessly retarded.  The exception to this rule was the
human-Fae hybrids, which were left to be raised by human parents.  This
experiement failed because the children were invariably viscious and often
killed their parents.  The adult Fae were obligated to either terminate or
rescue the hybrid changlings.  Usually termination was chosen.  I assumed
Shanna escaped this fate due to her being taken by Scotland Yard.

The slaves on the farm, on the other hand, were raised from normal human
baby boys.  Their sexual and bodily growth were stimulated and they matured
by the age of 10.  Their mental growth was stunted by the process, so they
were only able to follow simple orders, although they could understand many
words and were capable of fear and other emotions.  "They're more like wee
bairns than grown men" said Isaac.

Isaac and the others like him were recruited from the dregs of society,
often lifted directly from prison yards or sprung from jail.  They were
promised lucrative, if not legal, employment herding the sperm slaves for
the Fae.  Of course, all these men learned quite quickly that there was
neither lucre nor any other reward to be gained by their employment.  Worse
still, they discovered they were tasty tidbits for their ravenous captors,
appetizers so to speak.

The Fae based their Earthly operations in the British Isles, keeping mainly
to the north.  The mysticism and pagan beliefs of the Celts and Picts had
served as cover for the Fae for untold centuries.  Only recently with the
explosion of high technology did they even have to disquise themselves as
human.  Their superior strength and bodily weaponry had served them well.
A Fae could hear an arrow approaching her and duck out of the way, and
swords shields and armor were pitiful compared to the Fae's speed teeth and
claws.  I suspected their uniformly beautiful faces and bodies were equally
capable of rescuing them from dangerous situations.  In modern times, the
Fae chose discretion over conflict as firearms and other modern weaponry
overcame their natural advantages.

"This'd be my third trip back to Earth.  Aye, I miss it so" mourned Isaac.
"Inbetween trips, I play wetnurse to t'Missus's three daughters.  Nowt but
a clan o'demons, they are.  They keep me
up and awake all hours.  Thanks be, they don't take much out of
a man at that age, but in a year or two, they'll be full grown and that
will be the end of Isaac McCarthy.  Well, I'd best be about
my duties.  I'll check back w'ye later on."  With that, Isaac turned
and left.

I was exhausted.  Had it really only been one day since I had arrived
on this slave vessel?  Manipulating the room's controls, I dimmed set
up the bed and dimmed the lights.  Sleep hit me like a freight train
and I remembered nothing of my dreams when I woke up the next
"morning."

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Begin Chaper Seven.

I opened my eyes and blinked.  The lights were on and there was a cart with
food on it next to my head.  Between my legs, Shanna was sucking my cock
with wild abandon, alternating between rapid deep strokes and long hard
sucking.  It wasn't long before I was ready to blow a major load in her
mouth.  Shanna looked up at me and smiled.   "Not yet. Why don't you have
some breakfast while I have mine?"  I nodded as she slowed the pace down.
I took my time with my meal.  It was mostly Earth-style, but there were a
couple of dishes I couldn't identify.  Shanna sucked me off during the
entire meal, keeping me on the edge of cumming but refusing to send me
over.  When there was just a single sausage left, I lingered over it,
eating it a speck at a time.  Shanna's eyes were getting a glazed look and
the pupils were mere cat's eye slits.  The little sausage on my plate was
getting smaller and smaller as the big sausage in Shanna's mouth was
getting bigger and bigger.  Finally, as I ate the last bite, she squeezed
and sucked harder than before.  I was already on the edge, and that was all
I needed.  I let loose with my first cum of the day.  Each spurt burned at
it shot out of my cock.  Her mouth filled and then refilled as she
swallowed each ounce of fluid.  I shot a last three spurts of cum into her,
and watched her throat work as she gulped them down.  Shanna kept sucking
gently and when I had deflated, she squeezed my cock from the base to get
one last glob.  A few long luxurious licks later, she had cleaned my cock
from base to tip like a mother cat cleaning its kitten.

"Thanks," I said.

"Don't mention it.  Stay here today and rest.  I'll have you over to my
rooms for lunch and then Vanya would like you for dinner.  Don't disappoint
me.  Her approval is very important to me."  Her manner
was stern today, but I couldn't figure out why.  She had used her customary
care for my pleasure while sucking me off earlier.  Why the sudden
coldness?  Then I remembered- listening devices.  It was an act (I hoped).

I made a motion like drawing in the air with my hand.  She nodded and
handed me a stylus from somewhere in her skimpy outfit.  "Nice outfit," I
wrote.  (She only wore a sort of feathery G-string.  Nothing else).

She took another stylus out. I could see that she had a little pouch
attatched to one side of her hip.  "Thanks.  I thought you'd like it.  You
must have been bottle fed."

I laughed.  "Well, maybe.  I think any man would react the same way,
though.  You do have a truly magnificent pair of breasts- if you don't mind
my saying so."

"No, not in the least.  Listen, our plan is still in effect.  I've spent
the night studying ship handling and I think I'm getting better at the
simulations.  Kiarra thinks I'm learning so we can become partners on the
next run.  Vanya is the loose end I can't seem to tie down.  She's
increadibly smart, so don't let anything slip when you see her tonight.
Don't even talk unless she speaks to you first.  And don't answer any
questions if you can avoid it.  If anything you says tips her off, we're
done for."

"Understood.  Hey! Don't you ever give a guy a rest?"  Her hands were
stroking my cock, obviously attempting to bring it back to life.

"Do you mind?" She asked out loud.  And then with the stylus, "It looks
suspicious if I'm in here without doing what I supposedly came in here for,
don't you think?  Besides, I really am hungry.  The stuff they give you has
a drug in it to increase your sperm output.  All of the Earth-style food
has it, and I have to eat semen to survive.  If you want, I can go down to
the production floor and get a bowl.  I just thought I'd save time and have
a much tastier meal.  With your permission, of course."

"Alright, I think I can survive another of your blowjobs.  But you're going
to make an old man of me." I smiled as I wrote.  And with that, we settled
down into the new, but now vary familiar rhythm of cock and throat, suck
and thrust.  I remembered something from the last evening and wrote "I
think Isaac might help us.  He seems to miss Earth, and he doesn't want to
go back to Kiarra's daughters on the Fae."

"See what you can learn," she replied, "but don't tell him our plans until
I say so.  He's not too bright and Kiarra has one or more staff members at
every meal.  If he was chosen, he might reveal our scheme and ruin
everything."  Her sucking increased in tempo as she thought about what
could happen.

I had dropped my stylus somewhere.  Her oral ministrations were making my
whole body go limp.  Well, almost my whole body.  This was every man's
dream, a beautiful woman who's whole goal in life was to suck your cock for
hours daily, drinking cum like it was Kool-Aid.  I barely had the strength
to write "I'll be carefull.  By the way, if you were raised by humans until
you were 16, how did you learn to do this so well?"

"The Yard knew I would have to blend in when I found Kiarra and the other
Fae.  They had 20 or 25 men who gave me daily feedings starting when I was
13.  They couldn't produce as much as you could, but they didn't have
hormonal additives in their food either.  There were a couple who weren't
very nice to me, but one man, a Leftenant in the Guard, spent a lot of time
with me and we became good friends.  He taught me what he liked and I
learned to give good head by practicing on him.  Sometimes it took hours,
but he didn't seem to mind.  A few months before I left, I stopped sucking
the others altogether.  I had to have their cum, though, so my Inspector at
the Yard had them cum into glasses and that's what I had for breakfast
lunch and dinner, and for tea and other snacks, I had my tasty leftenant."

Shanna's mouth was sucking gently during this discussion.  I was getting
hot and horny from hearing about her sessions with her soldier boyfriend,
and I wanted to cum.   "How about letting me fuck your throat?  I really
need to cum."  I asked her with the stylus.

"Ok, just show me what you want to do, and please don't spill any cum.
It's all I get for breakfast today!" she wrote back.  Pulling my cock
gently from her mouth, I positioned her on her back on my bunk with her
head hanging off the edge.  I used the room's control panel to raise the
bunk until her open mouth was level with my erect cock. I held my cock in
front of her and rubbed it all over her lips and fact.  I took a handful of
her golden blonde hair and jacked my cock with it.  It was silky and soft.
My cock wanted to blow its load right there in her hair, but I knew she
needed it elsewhere.  Dropping the hair, I pushed my hips forward until my
cock was fully in her mouth.  I reached forward and grabbed her breasts,
squeezing and massaging them.  I pinched the nipples as I started thrusting
my cock even futher forward, not pushing it into her throat.  Then I
started a steady fucking motion pulling my cock out until just the tip was
encircled by her lips and then plunging it back in until my pelvic bone was
grinding against her teeth.  My cock was deeper in her throat than ever
before.  My fingers twisted and pinched her nipples and teased her breasts.
I could see her throat swell as each thrust pushed my cock deep inside her.
Then I started moving faster and faster until I was fucking her throat like
a toy poodle humping a chair leg.  I had no thought for anything but
shooting my load deep inside her.  And that's just what I did.  Pushing in
as deep as I could go, I shot spurt after spurt of hot cum, keeping up a
short quick pumping stroke which didn't even come close to taking my cock
out of her throat as it kept the cum flowing.  Soon, I was drained but I
didn't stop fucking her throat.  I slowed the pace down and lengthened the
stroke.  As my cock pulled out of her throat, it brought up small strands
of cum with it, allowing Shanna to taste my earlier gift to her.
Eventually, I started to lose my hardon, so I pulled out completely and
rubbed my deflating cock across her lips and face.  Like always, Shanna
wanted every drop, so she reached up and squeezed my cock from the base,
delicately licking the cum residue which welled to the tip.  Then she
cleaned me off and sat up.

"That was nice.  So savage- I never had anyone do it to me like that.
We'll definitely have to try it again." She said out loud.  "I've got
business to attend to, but I'll be returning for lunch.  So don't wander.
This ship is fully capable of finding you, should you think of trying to
escape or hide.  You don't want me to find you."  Her voice scared me, but
her eyes were smiling.  She gave me a little kiss on the tip of my cock and
then left the room.

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Begin Chapter Eight.

I suddenly felt bored and lonely.  My cock was sore, too.  "I guess every
fantasy has its price," I thought to myself.  As fun as constant blowjobs
could be, I found myself dreading my scheduled encounter with Vanya.  Of
all the three, the dark-haired witch struck me as the most dangerous.  Her
way of moving had been quick and fluid, but somehow faster and more
powerful than a human's.  Thinking of the way she had looked at my cock, I
involuntarily covered it with my hands again- even though she wasn't even
in the room!

Entertainment didn't seem to be high up on the Fae's list of priorities, at
least not where it concerned their sperm slaves.  There was nothing to do
but fiddle with the rooms configuration.  I tired of that quickly after a
few rounds of putting the bed up and down and making the floors extrude
chairs, tables, and sanitary facilities (which I gratefully used when I
found them).  I took a quick zero-G shower, which was very refreshing once
I got the hang of it.  The room's controls delivered me a set of towels and
another outfit like the one I had had on.  Dirty laundry just got sucked
down through the floor like the bath water, which was very convenient.

After a while I decided to explore Shanna's rooms next door.  I walked the
few feet down the corridor and opened the door a crack without knocking.
"Anybody home?" I asked.  No reply was forthcoming, so I went in, closing
the door behind me.  Her stateroom was far more luxurious than my small
quarters.  The furniture was all Earth-style and the expensive stuff.
Heavy too- I think most of it was made of mahogany.  The room was
tastefully decorated in a Celtic motif.  The Irish symbols of Shamrock and
Harp were a recurring theme on a book here, a tapestry there.  All of it
was old, and all of it looked real.  I sneaked a look in a huge armoire and
found evening gowns that would not be out of place at a dinner given by the
Queen.  In other drawers, I found outfits some strippers would blush to
wear.  It seemed my little lady love was welcome in the society of the
genteel as well as the genital.

"Well, who have we here?" I heard a voice behind me ask.  "Didn't ye never
hear curiosity was killed by the cat?"

"Hello, Isaac." I replied, "just looking around a bit.  Nothing wrong with
that, is there?  From what I understand, I'll be spending a lot of time in
here, so I thought I'd get to know the place a little better."

"Aye, no harm done.  Just make sure the Lady doesn't catch you in her
rooms."

"Isaac, don't you ever think about getting out of here?  Going home?"

"I might, if I ever thought I could get home.  Besides, back where we come
from, they'd just throw me back in jail.  Nae, I'm better off here for all
I'll probably die a young man's death."

"But if you could you would, right?  Leave I mean."

"Aye, I would.  But don't you be getting any fool ideas.  Mary McCarthy
didn't raise her son to be cut to ribbons by some angry witch woman."

"Well, I can't say I have any sort of a plan right now, but if I do ever
think of something.  Something that has a chance to work, would you help
me?"

Isaac looked at me with one eyebrow raised.  I could see that he didn't
believe my lie about not having an actualy plan, but he didn't say
anything.  A quiet moment came and then passed us by.  He just looked me in
the eye and softly said "Aye."  And then he turned away and barked "Now get
ye back to yer room afore the Lady catches ye in here."  With that, he
left.

Back in my room, I found another meal cart waiting for me.  Breakfast had
barely been over an hour ago, but I found myself hungry enough to have a
few bites to eat.  When I was through, I told the room to put a mirror on
the wall.  What I saw scared me.  I looked tired.  There were deep circles
under my eyes and my cheeks had a hollow look to them.  I looked ten years
older than I did two days ago.  The sissy-boy outfit that I had been given
to wear hung loose from my shoulders.  I felt even more tired than I
looked.  Exhaused, I dimmed the lights and settled back down into my bed.

I don't even remember falling asleep.  Waking seemed to take an eternity.
I kept waking partially and then falling back into a dream about one or the
other of the Fae women sucking my cock.  In my dream about Kiarra, I
couldn't get an erection and she was making deep cuts in my chest each time
she sucked my cock without it getting harder.  In the dream about Vanya, I
had no such problem.  But her teeth were shredding my cock.  In the dream
she had terrible strong arms and held me down helpless.  Her teeth kept
gnawing and gnashing on my cock while the blood flowed down her lips and
throat.  In comparison to the other dreams, my dream about Shanna was calm.
She kept alternating between sucking my cock and riding me with her pussy,
her beautiful tits dangling in front of my face.  Back and forth, she
switched from fucking to sucking until finally her mouth was too much for
me and I was shooting hot cum into her.  At this point, I woke to find the
dream was a reality.  I was cumming in Shanna's mouth.  Huge spurts of
ropey cum were shooting forth only to be swallowed whole by her.   Her eyes
were closed and I didn't think she saw me looking at her.  I just kept
cumming and cumming and she swallowed every drop, the sensation of her
throat swallowing only added to the sensation, causing more cum to rise to
the tip of my cock.  Unfortunately, there was a limited (albeit huge due to
the hormonal supplements) amount of cum to be have and I stopped cumming
eventually.  I closed my eyes and pretended to be still asleep.

Believing me to still be in a sound sleep, Shanna kept sucking as my tired
cock deflated.  When I was completely soft, she rested her head in my lap
and held my cock in her mouth, sucking very softly just to prevent it from
falling out.  Before long, I could tell that she had fallen asleep, and I
drifted off myself.  When I work up, my cock was getting hard again, but
Shanna was still asleep.  I held her head gently in my arms and began a
slow pumping action, pushing my cock deep in her throat.  Each stroke, I
pulled my cock out just enough to feel her plump lips with the head and
then plunged it back as deep as it could go.  Soon, I was shooting another
thick load of cum down her throat as her sleeping muscles instinctively
swallowed it all.

The rest of the afternoon passed the same way.  One or the other of us
would wake up for a few minutes to pump a load of cum down her throat or
suck a load of cum out of my cock.  My exhaustion was so complete that I
woke a couple of times as my cum was oozing out of my cock and into her
mouth.  I don't believe she ever actually took my cock out of her mouth the
whole time.  Even when she was asleep, she sucked on it like a baby sucking
on a pacifier.  Her face was coated with the cum that had escaped her lips
as she slept.  Thick strands of it looked like sauce on her cheeks, gluing
her honey-colored hair to her face in clumps.  As I pumped slowly into her
throat, her eyes fluttered and then opened.  At first I thought they were
completely glazed over, but then an inner eyelid slid sideways across her
eyes revealing the blue depths below.  Without saying a word, she took
over, sucking my cock deep into her throat and milking it with her strong
muscles.  By this time, I was in an almost constant state of orgasm.  My
cock was oozing cum every few seconds as her throat grabbed at the base and
squeezed it upwards (or downwards, depending on your point of view- my
cock's or her throat's).  Each glob of cum was increasing the orgasmic
feeling and finally I could hold back no longer and let the deluge begin.
Cum flew like water from my cock.  Thick milky water, though, as if my cock
was a faucet.  I could feel even her throat, capable as it was, have
difficulty keeping up with the flow.  Her eyes locked on mine as I came,
and I could see the affection she held for me reflected deep within.
Finally, my orgasm subsided and my cock was once again limply held in her
mouth.  Not a word had been spoken between us all afternoon, yet I had cum
in her mouth and throat at least twelve times, more if you counted the cum
which had almost constantly oozed from my cock.

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Begin Chapter Nine.

I groaned and then realized that I was ravenously hungry.  My lunch cart
was still in the room, and I lunged for it without thinking.  Working
furiously, I stuffed my mouth full of food, not caring what it was or
whether it required chewing.  I swallowed bite after bite, never losing my
hunger even though I could feel my stomach expanding to the point of
painfullness.  Taking a breather as I tried to make some room for more, I
looked down.  Shanna was still sucking my cock, a glazed intent look in her
eyes.  Suddenly, I became angry.  "Don't you ever stop?  Give it a rest,
for God's sake!"  I barked, tired and irritated from the stress and hunger.

Shanna froze.  She stopped moving completely and her pupils narrowed to two
tiny vertical slits.  A chill shudder ran down my spine as I felt five tiny
pinpricks on my balls.  Another set dug in painfully on the back of my leg.
Her grip tightened on my balls and buttocks, and the pain was becomming
unbearable.  "Ok, Ok.  I'm sorry.  Go ahead and suck all you want.  It's
not like I can stop you anyway.  I'm just tired and hungry and I need a
break.  You can kill me if you like, I'm going to die from this anyway,
aren't I?" I was so tired that at this point I didn't really care.  She
could suck my cock until my brains were turned to cum and swallowed down or
she could kill me right there.  It didn't matter.

Then a remarkable thing happened.  She relaxed.  Her claws retracted from
my balls and ass leaving ten little red drops of blood.  She smiled.
"Sorry," she said.  "I just got carried away and couldn't help myself."
"You just don't understand what it's like.  Cum to us is like the most
increadibly intoxicating beverage you ever had mixed with the most
satisfying thanksgiving meal your mother ever served.  It's all we need to
survive, and it's all we want to survive on.  We're addicted, all of us.
Every woman on Fae shares the hunger for cum, but few get as much of it as
they would like.  Most of them have to buy it and drink it from a carton or
container, but a few of us are lucky enough to be able to get it directly
from the source.  No amount of work is too much for it.  I'd suck your cock
24 hours a day if I could.  If you let me.  There's literally nothing else
here for me to eat.  I can't eat your food.  The hormonal additives would
make me sick."

I nodded.  Let her?  I just saw what would happen if I really tried to stop
her.  "Ok, just let me get something to eat.  I'm really hungry too and I
need sleep," I wearily replied.  "Listen, just one more and then you have
to stop, Ok?  I can't take any more than that for a while."  Her face broke
out in a big smile and she hugged me quickly before once again descending
to take my limp cock in her mouth.

So with her finishing her desert, I finished my meal.  It didn't take
either of us very long.  My cock was able to cum with alarming frequency
now.  In a few minutes she had another big load and she kept on sucking
softly as the residue slowly leaked out of my cock.  One of the side
effects of the hormonal stimulants was that my body was producing more
semen and sperm than it could hold, and what was left over would spill
forth ever few moments.  As my erection subsided, this effect was reduced
but still about once every ten minutes I would feel a glob of cum enter my
limp cock.  As we sat and talked for a while, I would inform Shanna of this
and she would bend down and squeeze the glob to the tip of my cock and then
swallow it down.  While I had the feeling this didn't completely satisfy
her, it was at least enough to prevent her from launching an all-out
assault on my cock.

We spoke of the Earth and things she liked about it.  We had to be
circumspect to avoid tipping off any potential listeners (i.e. Kiarra or
Vanya), but we soon found that there were things we had in common.  She was
fascinated by the Irish culture and folklore, particularly her people's
place in it.  While I was no son of Erin myself, I also liked Celtic
culture and enjoyed Irish folk music which was played fairly regularly on
public radio where I grew up.

We passed the last hour of the afternoon talking and then I heard a soft
chirping coming from the pouch at her waist.  She withdrew a small ceramic
disk from it and spoke into it.  "Yes?  Why yes, in fact I was just having
a last drop now.  I'll send him right up."  She replace the disk in the
pouch and looked at me.
"Time to go.  Vanya would like to have you for a while.  I doubt you'll be
long.  She doesn't like to waste any time.  I've told her she can have you
three times, but no more.  Thanks for providing refreshments for my tea.
I'll be having dinner with Kiarra and then I have another lesson at ship
handling, so you won't see me until late.  I'll wake you when I get in and
then we can talk some more."  She made another brief call on her
communications disk and then I heard a knock on my door.

Isaac walked in, and Shanna addressed him, "Take him up to Vanya's rooms."
Isaac nodded and motioned for me to follow him.  "And make sure he comes
back in one piece." She called after us.

I followed Isaac slowly down the hallway.  "I can see she's been at ye,"
Isaac said.  "I told ye they'd be the death of ye.  Likely, they'll tire of
their new toy before long.  If ye dinnae expire afore then, we'll have a
place for ye in the crew," he cheerfully said as we walked.  He turned to
whisper in my ear "about what ye said earlier.  Count me in.  Those demon
daughters of Kiarra's are likely to eat me alive.  I'd as like to go down
fighting."  I nodded in reply and we soon came to another door like
Shanna's.

The door was open and we stepped inside.  There I saw the black haired Fae,
Vanya reclined in a crystalline bathtub full of what appeared to be, well,
a thick mixture of semen and sperm.  It covered her completely up to the
nipples of her high conical breasts, which just peaked out of the milky
substance.  As we walked in I could see her take a small crystal ladle and
scoop some of the cum up and drink it.  "I was told to bring him here,
missus," said Isaac, pushing me forward.  I looked around the room.  It was
big, with lots of corridors and doors leading to other rooms.  I'd have to
describe it as an antechamber.

"Thank you.  You may go," she told Isaac.  He didn't wait to be told twice.
I watched him go and then turned to see what my next instructions would be.
"Wait there.  I'm just finishing up a little soak," she said.  She rubbed
the sperm into the skin of her arms and legs, using it like soapy water.
She massaged it into her breasts and her hands disappeared under the white
liquid as I watched them rub in between her legs and on her stomach.
Eventually, she tired of her cum bath, but by that time I had a massive
hard-on from watching a woman soaking in an entire tub full of semen.  She
looked up at my crotch where the flimsy outfit I had been given was doing
nothing to conceal my erection.  "Well, I like a man who's ready for
action.  She slurped down another ladleful of milky cum and then submerged
her entire body, head hair and all down inside the liquid.  

When she re-emerged, she stood up.  Cum dripped off her body, matting her
hair to her head, forming little rivulets of semen that made her breast
look like they were shooting milk.  Thick ropy strands of cum stretched
from every point of her body.  She licked her lips and then reached down
and scraped the cum off her left breast and opened her mouth and poured it
in.   She must have had to swallow twice before it was all gone.  She then
did the same for her other breast as well.  She snapped her fingers, and a
small man in an outfit similar to mine came in with a stack of towels.  She
did her best to towel off the sperm, but it took at least four before she
could get an appreciable amount off.  With her hair still coated in cum and
parts of her body still shiny with the residue, she stepped out and walked
to a door in the back of the room.  I could see cum filling her ass crack
as she walked.  "Stay there," she called as she went into the other room,
"I'll be right back."

I did as I was told and waited.  In a few minutes she reappeared, naked and
toweling off her hair which was still wet, but probably just from a shower
and not a coating of cum.  In her absence, the servant had dragged the cum
bath into another room and I was alone with her in the antechamber.  She
beckoned me with a finger and I followed her into a room empty room without
features or furniture.  She stepped over to the wall and tapped on a
console like the one in my room and suddenly I was weightless.  My feet
left the floor as my muscles involuntarily flexed.  I floated to the center
of the room and lost my spatial orientation as I got up and down, left and
right all confused.

Vanya launched herself by bracing her body in the angle of what used to be
the floor and wall.  She intercepted me in mid-flight and moved her body
along mine so that we were in what would have been a normal 69 position if
we hadn't been weightless.  In less than a second, I could feel my cock
ungulfed in her mouth.  In ten, it was fully erect and lodged deep in her
throat.  As before, she set up a short fast bobbing motion that was
designed to suck sperm from my cock in the most economical manner and least
amount of time.  It was working, too.  In a couple of minutes I could feel
my orgasm starting.  I tried to hold off, but it was a losing battle.  I
got closer and closer, but then I looked up.  Her pussy was staring me in
the face.  Like Shanna's it was hairless and the lips were shaped like a
little girl's.  I reached forward with my head and extended my tongue.
Pulling her hips to my face, I started licking the slit in front of me.
Instantly, her head stopped moving.  For a second, I wasn't sure what she
would do, but then she started up again, this time more slowly.  I
continured licking her hairless pussy, sometimes thrusting my tongue into
it like a cock, but mostly fluttering it up and down on her little clit.
Apparently, she wasn't used to such treatment because before too long her
hips started thrusting hard into my face as she humped my tongue.  When the
spasms stopped, she let out a slow exhallation and then returned to sucking
my cock like a machine.

With nothing to distract me, I came almost instantly.  The hormone
additives in my food must have been working overtime because the amount of
cum was astonishing.  I must have spurted cum for a good 30 seconds to a
minute, each blast as thick as the first.  There was no stopping me as I
shot my cum directly down into the deepest depths of her throat.  I doubt
she even tasted it, but that didn't seem to bother these women.  Shooting
cum into their throats quite obviously turned them on, or at least fed
them.  Either way, I kept humping her throat well after there was no cum
left in me.  For some reason, I took it as a challenge.  I was going to
keep my cock in her throat until she made me take it out.

It took three orgasms in all to get her to make me stop.  I fucked her
throat like a rabbit for over an hour, not even pausing as I shot the next
two full loads of cum right down it.  She liked it like a machine, and I
was being that machine for her.  When I came the last time, she couldn't
keep up and sperm leaked out of her mouth, forming little perfect milky
white spheres that hung in mid-air.  When she made me stop we were spinning
around our mutual center of gravity due to the effect of my humping.  A
little sperm globule passed near her head and she snaked her neck out to
catch it in her mouth.  My cock, still coated in spermy slime, floated limp
against my leg.   She licked it clean and laughed, "well, aren't we the
energetic one?  If I hadn't promised my sister to leave some for her, we'd
have had to see how long you could have kept that up.  Maybe someday she'll
lend you to me again."

She untangled herself from me and used my body to push off against to get
to the wall.  Digging one hand's claws into the wall, she manipulated the
room's gravity with the other.  Gradually, I could feel weight returning to
my body as I floated slowly down to the floor.   Down was a nice concept to
have back, along with up and all the rest.  My stomach had started to get a
little queasy there towards the end as we started our wild spinning.  As I
sat there, sprawled out, her gaze focused on my crotch.  I looked down to
see that the flap on my pants was still open, exposing my now-limp cock.  A
glob of cum was forming on the tip, residue from the earlier festivities.
I tried to back away from her and re-fasten the flap across my pants, but
she looked up at me and said "a little left over?  We can't let that go to
waste.  Bring it here."

I stood up and carefully walked over to her, making sure the little drop of
sperm didn't fall or drip off.  After all, I had seen her red-haired sister
nearly rip a man's face off for causing one of the "farm animals" to miss
his aim.  When I got over to her, she bent down and licked the glob off.
"Very nice.  I can see why my sister wanted you for a pet.  You'd have been
wasted with all those cattle.  Besides, I don't think you'd have fitted in.
Did she tell you that we raised them from infants, most of them?  They
can't even speak, really.  Oh, they understand a few words, but only enough
to let us feed and take care of them.  She was going to put you down there
as an experiment to see if we could 'recruit' ordinary human men without
having to go to the trouble to steal and raise them.  That way, we could
cut down our production time to a few months instead of 10 years.  A nice
idea, but I didn't think it would work."

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Begin Chapter Ten.

She turned and walked out of the room.  Following her, I entered the
antechamber as she was saying "You may go now.  Do you know your way back?"

I nodded and backed out through the door and into the hallway.  Once there
I quickly retraced my steps back to the rooms Shanna and I shared.  When I
got there, my dinner cart had arrived and I began the process of eating
another massive meal to keep my sperm production and energy up.  The amount
of effort my body was expending to keep these three Fae supplied with semen
was amazing.  In one day, I had cum more than 20 times and I could feel
sperm start to leak out of my cock as I ate because my seminal vesicles and
prostate couldn't hold enough.  The pressure was building, and I felt like
I did when I was in high school and Jessica Ritacco gave me a hand job but
wouldn't let me cum in her hand.  I was getting blue balls just because of
the amount of sperm my body was producing.  Each meal I had eaten that day
was the equivalent of three normal meals, and it was all going right into
my balls and prostate.

After my meal, I pushed the cart out into the hall and went back to sleep.
Although I had somehow lost my watch, I could tell that it was late in the
"day," and I wanted to rest.  I knew that I would wake up with my cock in
Shanna's mouth and by that point I almost welcomed it.  The relief from the
pressure in my balls would feel wonderful, as would cumming in her
throbbing throat of course.  I laid back with my pants flap open and my
cock exposed and fell asleep waiting for her sucking mouth.

I only woke a couple of times that night, but each time, I could feel
Shanna sucking my cock.  Sometimes she was repeatedly jamming my cock down
her throat desperate to bring the sperm to the head, and others she was
simply holding it in her mouth, her head in my lap as she waited for the
globs of sperm caused by my body's overproduction.  I think she was there
almost the entire night, but I was so tired that I just shot cum down her
throat without even waking.  It seemed unfair that I wasn't able to be
awake to enjoy it, but then at that point I wanted sleep more than I wanted
even one of Shanna's increadible blowjobs.

When I woke up, she was gone, and my balls were aching again.  The sperm
was just building up too quickly for me.  I ate a quick but huge breakfast
and wandered over into her rooms, hoping she would take care of the
pressure.  She wasn't in her rooms, and I didn't want to try to find her.
I didn't know the ship well enough and I sure as hell didn't want to get
caught by one of her psycho sisters.  So I decided to sit and wait for a
while.  "Heck," I thought, "If she doesn't get here in a little while I can
always go back to my room."  I looked around for something to do, but the
only books in the room were in Gaelic and were very old leatherbound
volumes.  Probably worth a fortune just like everything else in the room.
I fiddled with the harp for a while but didn't figure out how to play
anything more complicated than "Mary has a little lamb."

The pressure in my balls was getting very painful, and my cock was getting
a hard-on in response.  I guess it thought Jessica Ritacco was giving me
blue balls again.  Desperate, I looked around for a towel or tissue to jack
off into, but nothing looked cheap enough that soaking it with sperm
wouldn't ruin it.  At last, my eyes lit on a hand-blown glass chalice, its
rims encrusted with semi-precious stones.  It looked like it was 12th
century work, and was next to a gold-bound drinking horn on a silver stand
that looked even older.  I decided on the chalice.  Picking it up, I
started whacking my cock furiously.  It didn't take long before I was
shooting a stream of cum into the chalice.  Looking down, I was amazed at
the volume I produced.  I knew I was making more cum than usual, but I had
never had a chance to see exactly how much before it was swallowed by one
or more Fae.  The sperm covered the entire bottom of the wide ceremonial
drinking cup.  It wasn't as much as I had seen one of the poor jerks from
the factory floor produce, but compared to what I used to make (or even
what I've seen in porno movies), it was quite impressive.  Not that I was
impressed or anything.  Well, ok maybe a little.

Shanna didn't come back to her rooms for quite a long time.  Long enough
for my balls to start aching and me to whack the weasel into the expensive
antique goblet three more times.  I had filled it about half full when she
walked in.  I had set the chalice down a few minutes before, so luckily I
hadn't been caught choking the old chicken when she came in the door.
"Hello.  Sleep well?" she asked.

"Pretty good except that I kept having a dream that someone was sucking my
cock." I replied, smiling.  "Are you hungry?  I saved you a snack."

She looked at me puzzled.  "I can't eat the food you get.  It would make me
sick," she answered me.  Then I reached over and grabbed the chalice and
handed it to her.  "Oh, so you made me breakfast yourself.  How
thoughtful!"  She took the cup and held it to her lips.  As she spoke, she
took modest sips.  She told me that she had been learning how to fly the
ship and how fun it had been to learn.  She didn't mention our plans, but I
could understand her hidden meaning: she was ready to take over the ship
and pilot it home.  "In fact," she said, "my sister is letting me fly it
the rest of the way home.  You seem well rested.  I promised her you could
have her the whole day tomorrow while I play pilot.  Oh, one little thing.
We had an argument, Kiarra and I, and I think you can help us decide who is
right.  You see, I said that she wouldn't be able to suck you for a whole
day and night without stopping, and she said that she could and that if she
had to stop it would be because you couldn't take it.  I said that you had
been producing enormous amounts of sperm, more than we had ever expected,
and that you could easily make more than she could handle.  Well, I'm
afraid I may have promised more than you can deliver, but you're going to
have to try.  Kiarra will be expecting you tonight and you won't be able to
leave her until quite some time after we land on the Fae.  Oh, one other
thing.  Vanya said you did fairly well last night.  Thank you for not
disappointing me.  If you had, you would have known it already.  So don't
let me down tonight either.  Do you understand?"

I nodded "Yes, I understand."  Her stern tone was only for the possible
audience.  While she was reciting this obviously prepared speech, her hands
were writing furiously on the air with the stylus.  Fierry golden letters
appeared and faded as she keyed me in on updates to her plan.

"I spoke with Isaac.  He thought I had discovered your plans and was going
to flay him alive.  I set his mind (and other parts of his body) at rest
and told him we were in it together.  Here's what's going to happen:" the
pen flew through the air.  "You are going to distract Kiarra until sometime
tomorrow afternoon.  Isaac is going to bring in your lunch, which you will
eat while she sucks you off.  In that lunch, Isaac will hide a poisoned
knife.  You will have to cut her with it and then get away from her and
stay away until the poison takes effect.  Don't worry, it works very
quickly and only makes her sick and weak.  She won't die, but she will be
totally out of commission for at least a day or two.  We can figure out
what to do with her before then.  Just don't let her get her claws into you
or she'll shred you in two.  Vanya doesn't leave her rooms, so she won't be
a problem.  I'm going to pilot the ship to the Fae and then when we get in
orbit I'm going outside it to take some celestial observations.  Hopefully,
the pictures and spectrographs I take can identify the location of the
homeworld.  Then I'll come back in and we'll go back home.  Everything
sound good?"

I nodded again.  The plan sounded like it just might work.  I didn't like
the idea of having my cock sucked for 24 hours by Kiarra (now there's a
twist- two days ago, I would have fantasized about having a gorgeous
redhead suckle my throbbing erection for an entire day and night).  But it
was the best way I could think of to distract her enough to let Shanna get
her data and get the ship turned around.  From what I had seen so far,
these Fae had an intense focus when they were sucking cock.  The world
ceased to exist for them and it was only cock and sperm, mouth and throat
until they got what they wanted.  The longer they sucked, the more complete
was their rapture.  If I could continue to produce sperm for an entire day
while Kiarra sucked me off, I was sure she would never see the knife
coming.  It was a good plan.

Shanna continued to sip daintilly from the goblet as I wrote her a quick
affirmation of my confidence in her plan.  As I was finishing the last few
words, a knock came at her door.  I hastily erased the words by waving my
hand through the air where they had formed.  Like smoke, they disipated
quickly.

"Come in!" Shanna called.  The door opened and Vanya walked in.  "Hello
sister," said Shanna "what brings you here?"

"I've come to save you from yourself, child." replied Vanya.  I gulped
involuntarily- she knew!  "I know what you're planning."

"What do you mean, planning?" asked Shanna, trying to bluff her way out of
it.

"This pet of yours, I know you're planning to keep him when we get home.
You know as well as I do that won't work.  Kiarra will never hear of it.
You're only a girl.  How will you support him?  Do you know how much he
eats?  You haven't even got an income of your own or a place to live.  You
treat him with too much affection- he's just an animal.  Take him
downstairs and let him work for his living like the rest of them."

I let my breath back out.  So Vanya didn't know about our plans to take
over the ship.  She was just a concerned "parent" trying to do the best she
could for her child.

Shanna visibly relaxed as well, "Oh is that all?  Well I suppose you're
probably right.   But he is so affectionate.  She what he made me for
breakfast? And without my even asking for it." She handed Vanya the goblet
I had filled halfway with cum earlier.

Vanya looked in the goblet before taking a sip.  "Very nice, but this just
proves it.  You're treating him so well he's starting to like you.  That's
not good.  Listen, I won't be making any more of these voyages.  I'm old
and I'm tired.  Kiarra needs someone to take charge of her farming
operations on the Fae and I'm taking the job.  We have close to fifteen
hundred animals in the hold, and ten times that on the surface.  Kiarra has
plans to start getting females as well so we can have breeding stock.
Hopefully within the next hundred years or so, we won't have to keep making
these trips.  So after tomorrow, I won't be here to look out after you.
Just be carefull, child.  Kiarra's a good friend, but she has a temper.
Don't get in her way if she gets angry.  Let it blow over and then find out
what bothered her in the first place."

"Thank you.  I do appreciate your care for me." replied Shanna.  "You've
been very kind to me, and I'll miss you when you aren't on the ship
anymore.  As for this pet of mine, well he's harmless and it keeps me busy
when there's nothing else to do.  I'm going to stay with Kiarra onboard the
ship, so I don't need to find room for him on the Fae, and when we go back
for the females and more mature males, he can be useful.  Don't worry about
me, I'll be alright."

Vanya walked over to Shanna and hugged her.  She handed back the goblet and
turned to go "take care of yourself.  Sister."

When the door closed, I let out a loud sigh.  "Whew! I thought it was all
over for a second there," I wrote in the air with my stylus.

"Don't be too sure it isn't," wrote back Shanna.  "She definitely knows
more than she's letting on.  I think she was telling me it was alright to
go ahead with our plans and that she won't interfere.  She was asking me to
let her off at the Fae instead of taking her back to Earth with us.  We
have a number of small landing craft on this ship.  I'll arrange for her to
be on one as soon as we make orbit.  She'll be on the ground and in her
home before Kiarra knows anything happened."

I nodded.  It tied up the last loose end in our plans.

We spent the rest of the morning and the early afternoon talking about
things unrelated to our escape plans.  She showed me some of the artifacts
in her room, explaining each one as we went on.  The necklace had been worn
by a Fae who had been married to an Welsh king named Pwyll.  The king and
his subjects had thought she was a fairy, and in some respects they were
right.  The tapestries were all authentic and had been preserved for
centuries by Kiarra.  Their rich fibers were chased with gold and the dyes
used had been worth a fortune in their day, explained Shanna.  Shanna was
an accomplished musician, I found out.  She was able to play more than just
"Mary had a little lamb" on her lap harp and could play folk recorder and a
four-string lute as well.  In her years aboard the ship there had been
little else to do, she told me.  The musical instruments had been one of
the holds along with centuries of other accumulated loot.  Kiarra had kept
meticulous records regarding each piece of property and had only preserved
the most expensive and artistic pieces.  Still, Shanna told me, the hold
was nearly full of priceless artifacts.

As we talked, Shanna would suck on me occaisionally to relieve the pressure
in my balls.  By now, I was used to the almost constant oral sex.  I'd
always liked blowjobs anyway, and Shanna did it with both wild abandon and
tender care for my pleasure.  She satisfied her hunger for sperm and her
need for closeness and affection at the same time.  Maybe that's why I
liked her and liked giving her the gift of my pungent semen.  She would
talk to me and then suck my cock when I replied.  The longer I spoke, the
more she sucked on me, so I tended to ramble on, talking about my life, my
childhood, the things I "had" wanted to do with my life.  She would caution
me outloud about thinking too much about what my life would have been like-
after all, I was to be her pet aboard this ship until she tired of me.
Finally, after delivering one thick rich load of cum in her mouth, it was
time for me to go.

She swallowed the cum slowly and luxuriously and then said, "well, that was
a very nice way to spend a day.  Thank you it was lovely and so hot and
creamy.  I really enjoyed that one.  But now, you have to win a bet for me.
If you don't come through, don't come back.  I'd be so disappointed I'd
have to take a few shreds of flesh off of you.  Do you understand?"

Outloud, I said "Yes, I understand," but with my stylus I wrote "I'll do my
best.  Wish me luck!"  Then Isaac was at the door knocking.  I left with
him, went to my own rooms and took a quick shower and changed into a new,
even more degrading outfit.  It was two pants legs held up by a type of
belt.  There was no fabric covering my crotch or backside.  I looked like a
cowboy who put on his chaps but forgot to put on his bluejeans.  Combined
with the hot-pink color, it was quite a getup.

Isaac burst into laughter when I came out of my room.  "Well, laddie, she's
sent ye quite the outfit there.  Are ye comfortable, then?  Quite warm?" He
chuckled, shaking his head.  As we walked, he again caught up with me to
whisper in my ear.  "I spoke with the lads about what ye said t'other
night.  They're all in w'us.  And yer Lady gave me sommat to dose the
Missus with.  I'll be in for yer supper and ye'll get it then.  Just look
where I point, eh?"

"Aye," I responded in as thick an Irish brogue I could imitate, causing him
to laugh outloud again.  He lead me back to the first set of rooms which
must have been a combination office and living room for Kiarra.  She wasn't
there when we got in, so Isaac made me wait with him.  In the middle of the
room was a dinner cart like the ones I was used to getting my meals on.
Isaac pointed to it and I sat down to eat.

She got there not long after I finished and dismissed Isaac telling him to
return with my next three meals there.  When he left, she turned to me and
said "So how do you like it here, hmm?  Getting enough to eat?  Getting
eaten enough?"  She thought this last was funny and she laughed, deep in
her chest.  "Well, there's never been a human male I couldn't suck dry, but
my sister seems to think otherwise.  She says you're prospering under her
tender care.  She'd do better to not get too close to you.  We're just
going to put you to work on the farm when we get to the Fae, and then
whisht! it's off to good old Earth for another load.  So do you think you
can give me enough sperm to keep me happy for an entire day?  Are you man
enough?"

My cock was getting hard, either because of the thought of a 24-hour
blowjob or just because my balls were overloaded with sperm.  Either way,
Kiarra took it for a yes answer and pulled me over to the big couch.  She
sat me down and we both got comfortable.  She set a small device on a table
nearby.  It had a readout which changed at a regular interval.  I assumed
it was a chronometer of some sort.  It chimed once and then the sucking
started.

End Chapter Ten.


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Begin Chapter Eleven.

How can I describe what it's like to get a blowjob that lasts an entire
day?  At first, it was almost painful.  Kiarra was trying to suck me so
hard I'd hurt and call it quits.  My body was producing massive amounts of
sperm anyway, so ever five minutes or so, I'd shoot two or three jets of
semen down her throat.  For the first hour, she kept up a feverish pace.
Her head bottomed out, teeth to pubic bone, eight to ten times per second.
And they were long strokes too- her dick slid all the way from having its
tip tightly wrapped in her lips to getting its head clamped tightly in the
strong muscles deep withing her throat.  Over and over she pulled almost
off my cock and then jammed her throat like a vise onto me.  I counted 17
full orgasms in the first hour alone, each one containing as much sperm as
I would normally produce in a day.  Sperm coated her throat, and filled her
mouth providing much needed lubrication.  Some even oozed out to coat her
cheeks.  She choked once, inhaling some semen, and she snorted it out her
nose, slimey cum driping out her nostrils.  But true to her word, she
didn't stop.  I learned to read the chronometer,  the display was in a
duodecimal code, twelve different symbols repeating with an equivalent to
seconds on the left running to hours on the right.

After an hour or so, she slowed her pace.  I guess she was trying to make
me beg to quit early but realized I probably wouldn't.  So she settled down
for the long haul.  Like before, she kept up long strokes, knowing this
caused the most sensation for my throbbing cock head and thereby produced
the most sperm output.  If she couldn't suck me dry in the first hour, she
was going to try to do it in the first four.  Her objective was to get the
most semen she could, on the theory that I would eventually run out.  I
think she was on the right track.  My balls were flushed and drawn up
tightly to my body.  I could feel the sperm fill them, almost.  They would
contract every 5-15 minutes and a new load of semen would gush into her
mouth or throat (or both).  She would pause, swallow thickly, and continue.
By the end of the fourth hour, I had cum 30 times, with semen oozing from
my cock regularly inbetween orgasms.

The second four hours were probably both the most pleasurable of my life,
albeit the most exhausting.  Kiarra had found her rhythm and I had learned
to match it.  The sensation of orgasm was completely continuous and without
break.  The intensity never diminished, and my cock pulsed with the motion
of ejaculation even when there was nothing to ejaculate.  Every so often,
my balls would accumulate enough sperm to send out a spurt of thick cum.
This would happen about once a minute or so.  During this time, I never had
an orgasm as I traditionally thought of them.  There was no final spurting
of a massive load of cum followed by satiation.  Instead, I came hard once
at the beginning of the period and then kept on cumming continuously, the
strong orgasmic pulsing never quitting, and punctuated only by the
additional pleasure of an occaisional spurt of cum leaving my cock.  It was
amazing.  And every drop of cum was gratefully swallowed by an increadibly
beautiful redhead.  Her lips and face were coated in the semen that
escaped.  Dried cum crusted on her cheeks and glued her eyelids together,
and still she did not pause.

Unfortunately, the constant ejaculation was beginning to take its toll on
my body.  My mouth was dry and I was as thirsty as a man lost in a desert.
My muscles were starting to get weak.  I could barely keep my head upright
on my shoulders.  More than anything, I was hungry.  My stomach felt like a
deep empty pit, and nausea was starting to be a problem.  I think I might
have lost it then if Isaac hadn't come in with a breakfast cart.

"Mornin' Missus.  I've brought him breakfast." he said deferentially.  She
looked up at him through one cum-encrusted eyelid and waved him off.  Her
head went back to its constant sucking and thrusting motion, eyes closed,
breathing deep and regular.  Isaac winked at me and then set about serving
my breakfast.  I really didn't need much service.  I downed a couple of
quarts of orange juice and felt better immediatly.  Then I started in on
the rest.  Eating steadily, I devoured a mountain of pancakes, a veritable
log jam of sausages, whole loaves of toasted bread, and enough muffins to
feed a troupe of boyscouts.  Eventually, I ate every speck or crumb of food
on the cart, and fell back exhausted.  Isaac pulled the cart out of the
room and closed the door behind him without a word.

I had barely noticed the constant oozing of sperm that had continued
throughout my meal.  Now, as my strength returned to me, my orgasms were
beginning to increase in intensity and volume of sperm produced.  The
frequency of ejaculation was increasing as well, thick ropey cum filling
her mouth at least once every ten minutes.  She pulled off me cock just
once, (keeping her tongue firmly pressed to its underside to ensure she
didn't loose the bet on a technicality) and that was to run a gloved finger
around her face to capture all the cum that had escaped her mouth and then
suck the cum off that finger.  It almost would have worked, too, if I
hadn't chosen that moment to let go of a huge series of massive cum-spurts,
coating her tongue with thick white fluid and splashing goo all over her
lips and face.  She closed her mouth around my cock as fast as she noticed
the mess I was making, but it was too late.  Her face looked like it had
been treated with a cum facial mask (which of course it had).  She never
tried that idea again, so the constantly escaping cum simply built up from
that point onward.

The morning passed as had the night.  My cock was re-energized by the
massive breakfast I had had, and I was sure I could last a week if I wanted
to (and had regular refuelings).  Urination didn't seem to be a problem.  I
was sweating like a hog, and the liquid I was losing from my cock was
enough to make taking a piss unnecessary.  I spent the next six hours with
my head rolled back on the couch, going into a dream-like state where the
only two things in the universe were my cock and her throat.  Sometimes,
the cock would leave the throat to take a short vacation in mouth-land, but
it would always come home to its nice warm throat.  Cum was in good supply.
I ejaculated regularly in excellent thickness and quality.  Her throat
gulped every drop down, save for the occaisional spurt that landed in her
mouth and got squeezed out the sides of her lips.  I was in a state of
constant orgasm, broken only by the "super-orgasms" which occurred when
enough cum accumulated to shower her with a few really good spurts of cum.

Behind Kiarra, I could see her massive window or viewport, now covered by a
curtain which was open only a slit.  In that slit, I saw a small object
grow larger and larger.  By the time I had lunch, which was delivered as
always on a cart brought in by Isaac, the object was clearly
distinguishable as a sun, automatically muted in intensity.  As I ate
lunch, the focus change from the sun to a small brownish sphere which grew
in size until it was recognizable as a planet.  Although I could only see a
thin strip of it through the nearly-closed curtains, I could identify
clouds and a large body of water.

As Isaac wheeled the lunch cart away, a shadow crossed the viewport,
something large and metallic passed in front of the ship.  "Shanna and
Vanya in some type of landing craft," I thought to myself.  My meal was
over and I was revitalized once more.  My cum was thick and plentiful
again, but my cock and balls were starting to hurt a little.  The sides of
my cock were getting raw from the sucking, and my balls actually felt
tired.  I had never experience such a sensation before, and I can assure
you it wasn't pleasurable.  But I knew I had to continue.  Shanna must have
piloted the landing craft directly in front of the viewport to let me know
she and Vanya were on their way to the Fae.  There was no other explanation
for what I had seen.  I looked down at Kiarra and suddenly realized that I
might not have any choice about continuing.  She looked as tired as I felt.
Her face was coated in cum which had dried to a white frosting.  Her breath
was ragged, and her sucking motion was neither as regular or as intense as
it had been 18 hours ago.  Had it really been that long?  It seemed somehow
to have taken years to get this far, but it also seemed like it had only
taken a second.

The pain grew in intensity as the day went on.  By mid afternoon, each slow
outstroke was piercing, and each quick instroke was agonizing.  Cumming
felt like hot steam was spurting from my cock, scalding the tube inside it.
The worst part is that I was spurting cum even more often than I had when
we started.  My cock was oozing a painful steady stream of thick semen.  My
teeth were gritted and every muscle in my body was tensed up.  I knew I had
to keep it up (no pun intended) until Isaac returned with the dinner cart
and its poisoned secret.  Hopefully by then Shanna would have returned from
the planet with her completed spectral analysis of the Fae's sun and
celestial observations of the nearby stars.  If she could not accomplish
her mission, my efforts would be in vain and there would be nowhere we
could run to to avoide capture and annihilation by vengeful Fae.  So I
continued producing sperm and shooting it down Kiarra's throat.

Once, I almost lost my hard-on.  I could feel it slipping away and started
to panic.  But Kiarra sensed it too and quickened her pace, sucking
much-needed blood up into my cock.  I have no idea why she did this.  Maybe
it was pride- no man was going to go soft in her mouth, or maybe it was
just hunger.  Either way, I could tell the extra effort was difficult for
her.  She was a tired as I was, and if the sides of my cock were raw, how
raw were her lips, tongue, mouth and throat?  But she was a Fae not about
to give up.  When I returned to full erection, she redoubled her efforts
and brought forth even more frequent and painful eruptions of thick semen.
"Three more hours," I though to myself "Three more hours and Isaac will
return with dinner."

Again I entered that trance state where cock and throat encompassed my
whole world.  Only this time, instead of heightened pleasure I felt
constant throbbing pain.  Somehow eventually the distinction eluded me and
I was feeling both at the same time and at maximum intensity.  The pain and
the orgasmic pleasure had merged and become one, each one feeding off the
other in some erotic synergism.  My ejaculations became more intense and
the raw flesh of my cock became more sensitive at the same time.  I could
feel the head of my cock, swollen with the abuse until it was twice its
normal size.  It almost didn't fit in her throat, but she forcefully jammed
it in until it hit rock bottom and then jerked wildly to dislodge it from
the tight depths.  Once in her mouth, it filled the available space
entirely, causing the wild jets of semen that spurted out of it to be
sprayed from the sides of her lips, coating her face in its entirety once
again.  Some ejaculations occurred while my cock was deep within her
throat, and even those filled its capacious cavity as she struggled to
swallow with my swollen cock blocking the passage.  Her only recourse was
to push it yet deeper to allow my thick cum to enter her gullet.

I wasn't certain who would win at this point.  My pain was all-consuming,
but that in itself gave me something to focus on.  Her exhaustion was
clearly apparent.  Her breathing was erratic.  Cum leakage had filled and
covered her nostrils several times, making it impossible for her to
breathe.  She had to snort to clear them and then wipe the cum off her
upper lip.  On occaision, she forgot and inhaled a thick glob of cum up her
nose, causing a violent cough and desperate swallowing.  But this hurt my
cock as well, and I wasn't sure I could take it too much longer.  I was
gasping and grunting each time I came, where before I had just done so
silently, acknowledgeing it only with a sudden inrush of breath.

Finally, Isaac pushed in my dinner cart.  I was ravenous.  Even if I had
had a button which would destroy all Fae wherever they were in the
universe, I would have waited until I had eaten before pushing it.  As it
was, all I had was one poisoned knife, which Isaac pointed out to me on the
cart.  It was tiny but sharp.  The blade was two-sided and about an inch
long.  The handle was bone or ivory and was carved with Celtic runes.  I
recognized it as being part of Shanna's collection of Irish antiquities.
The blade was chased with lettering which I could not make out because it
was smeared with a dark brown substance.

I ignored the knife for the moment and concentrated on devouring everything
in front of me.  Isaac had been kind enough to provide me with plenty of
liquids, and I could feel my strength return to me as I ate.  Finally, he
excused himself and laying a sympathetic hand on my shoulder gave me a look
that clearly meant "good luck."  I palmed the small knife and settled back
on the couch.  Hopefully, Shanna would return soon.  I wasn't sure if I
could hold out much longer.

Just as I was getting to the point where I knew I had to make her stop, I
saw the metallic bulk of the landing craft pass in front of the viewport.
I was saved!  I figured I had to allow a few minutes for the craft to dock
and Shanna to disembark, so I tried to stand the pain just a little longer.
It was agonizing. I felt like I was cumming blood instead of sperm.  My
cock was swollen so huge that I didn't even know if I would be able to pull
it from her mouth.  The head was the size of a lemon, or at least it felt
that large, and definitely filled her entire mouth.

I came three more times, each time thick cum filling her mouth and throat.
She was drowning in a sea of cum and my cock was the only thing keeping her
afloat.  She held on to it with a fierce grip.  Her throat spasmed with
each spurt of cum that flew from my cock.  Swallowing was almost impossible
with the huge swollen girth of my cock lodged in her throat.  Finally, I
knew that I could take no more.  I had lasted long enough for Shanna to
execute her part of the plan.  As I was about to beg Kiarra to stop sucking
my cock, I heard a small chime.  The chronometer!  I had lasted the whole
24 hours!  Kiarra pulled her head back.  My cock retracted painfully from
her throat and then stretched her lips grotesquely as the swollen head left
her mouth.  She swallowed the cum that had just spurted into her mouth and
on her face and then spoke.

"Very good.  I didn't think you had it in you," her voice was almost a
whisper and she mumbled in exhaustion.  Her eyes were still coated in cum
and I knew it was now or never.  As she stood up, I did the same.  When we
were both standing, I pretended to stumble with exhaustion and clung to her
arms for support.  As I fell forward, I plunged the poisoned knife deep
into her abdomen, leaving just a few centimeters of handle sticking out.

"You fool!" She screamed, jerking the knife out and throwing it to the
ground.  "I'll have you spitted and roasted alive!"  Her eyes lept open,
ripping eyelashes as the sticky cum crackeled and finally gave way.  Eyes
fully open, she saw me running for the door and easily caught up to me.
She grabbed me by the neck and raised me with one hand, slamming me back
against the wall.  "No! I'll kill you now myself.  I'm going to rip open
your guts and spill them on the floor!"

Her hand drew back to deliver the fatal blow, but she suddenly grasped at
her stomach.  "rip.. open.. guts..." her voice grew weaker and weaker as
spasms racked her.  She dropped me and cradled her stomach with both hands.
Rolling to the ground, she whispered "more... cum... want more... cum," as
her sperm-encrusted eyelids closed, then fluttered, then closed again.  Her
body convulsed once more then went limp.

I slid my back down the wall and just rested.  Total exhaustion had taken
over and I couldn't have moved if Kiarra had somehow thrown off the effects
of the poison and tried to kill me.  Even weakened as she had been, her
grip had been enough to painfully choke me and hold me inches off the
floor.  As I lay there resting, the door slowly opened and Isaac's face
cautiously peered inside.

"Are ye alive then, lad?"  he asked.  I nodded.  As Isaac was helping me to
the couch, Shanna also arrived.  She looked at Kiarra on the floor and then
at me on the couch.  She ran over to me and took my hands in hers.

"You did it!" she exclaimed.  "I wasn't sure it would work.  She's a tough
old bitch.  Vanya and I had a long talk on the way down.  She wasn't sure
she approved of what I was doing, but she recognized my right as an adult
Fae to rule my own life.  I think she thought I was going to try to take
the ship over for my own ends and not to stop us from preying on humans."
I could only nod and smile weekly.  "Isaac, is he alright?" she asked.

"Aye, he'll be fine.  He's just a tired a wee.  Give him a week to recover
and he'll be a new man.  And what about this one?"  he nudged Kiarra with a
very cautious toe.  "Is she dead then?"

"No, Isaac.  The poison only last for a few hours.  We're going to have to
put her in a cell.  Do we have one without a control panel"

"The dormitory rooms have nae panel," he replied.

"Good.  You help him to his room and I'll take her to one of the
dormitories.  Make sure you tell the other men not to let any workers into
that room, right?"

"Right."

Isaac half helped, half carried me to my room where I flung myself
immediately onto the bed.  Just before closing the door he spoke.  "Good
job, laddie.  Now let's hope yer sweetheart can get us back home."  Nodding
his head, he left.

I slept like the dead and had no dreams whatsoever.

When I woke up, I could feel a hand on my cock.  "Shanna!  I've been sucked
raw.  Please, can we do this some time later, like in a week?"  Shanna
looked up at me and smiled.

"Aye, if you like. I'm just rubbing in some antiseptic and pain relieving
ointment, but I can stop if you want me to."  She pouted, jutting her lower
lip out like a little girl whose father told her she can't have a pony.  I
laughed and told her to go ahead and thanked her for her concern.

"Where's Kiarra," I asked.

"I put her in one of the dormitories we use for the farm animals.  It's
secure and it has no command panel that she could use to control the ship.
I've changed all the command codes anyway so even if she did get free she'd
only be able to change room configurations and the like.  Still, I prefer
to be safe.  We're almost halfway home now.  You slept the clock round and
then some.  So did you like having your cock sucked for an entire day?"

To be fair, I have to admit that at first I had liked it alot.  But I
wasn't going to tell Shanna that.  She might be jealous or she might want
to do it herself.  Either way, it could get dangerous for me.  "Believe me,
it wasn't all it's imagined to be," I told her.  "Towards the end, it was
so painful the only thing that kept me going was the thought that I had to
make enough time for you to get control of the ship."

"And that you did.  You were increadible.  Kiarra's awake, and before she
cursed me to hell, she admitted that you had lasted for the entire 24hours.
She said you almost got soft in her mouth, but she couldn't let that
happen.  She counted 84 full orgasms and at least twice as many partial
ones.  She said she couldn't even handle all the cum you filled her with.
If you hadn't been able to distract her for so long, she'd have noticed the
shuttle leaving and returning and she'd have definitely been able to stop
me from taking control of the ship and turning us around."

"Well, as terrible as it was to have my cock sucked for 24 hours straight"
I smiled at her and she laughed at my little joke, "it was worth it to know
I'm going to be able to go home.  What are we going to to when we get
there?"

"First of all, I'm going to put us in Earth orbit and then we'll land our
shuttle right in the middle of Heathrow." As she spoke I imagined what that
would do for the BBC's news ratings!  "Then my friends at Scotland Yard are
going to want to see the film I collected, and they'll probably want to
come up here and take this ship apart piece by piece until they know how it
works.  Someday they're going to go back to the Fae and make them stop
enslaving humans.  I don't know what they're going to do with Kiarra, and
frankly I don't care.  She's a vicious demon and she's been preying on the
human race for close to two hundred years.  They're going to have to do
something for those poor souls on the factory floor, which means they'll
all probably spend the rest of their lives in a hospital.  But when we're
all through with all the details, we're going to rent a little cottage in
the highlands and for a week it will only be you, and me, and you're
delicious cock."

"Ok, but promise me one thing." I asked her.  She raised one eyebrow,
waiting for the rest of my request.  I continued, "no oral sex, please!
Handjobs, fucking, even anal sex, but no more blowjobs.  At least for a
while?  OK?"

She laughed "Ok.  I guess I can live with that."  Then she paused for a
second.  "Hmm.  Anal sex.  I think I like that idea.  Let's do it ten,
twenty times a day and then we can start with the fucking and handjobs!"
My face went white as a sheet at the thought of the abuse my cock would
have to put up with, but then she laughed uproariously and I knew she was
only teasing me.

Life with Shanna was certainly going to be interesting.

The End.