CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
"What is that?" Berto finally said. The hollow thwacking had been going
on for over half an hour and even though it wasn't very loud it was beginning to
annoy him. If he leaned his head close to the horizontal he could stick it out
into the corridor but all he could see was the bright circle of sunlight at the
end. The collar around his neck was stopped at the mag field, and if he leaned
over too far it forced the collar down uncomfortably hard on his shoulders.
"What? That popping? What planet are you from again? That's a
PowerBall. Our host's daughter is a forward with the Garshak Leopards."
Berto'd caught a glimpse of Ortika when he'd been taken out for a hosedown, but
he couldn't see him in his cell. He was two down on the same side, and they
both would have had to stick their heads past their respective mag fields to see
one another. No reason to do that, the stone walls bounced their voices around
quite nicely.
"Is that a school team?"
Ortika laughed. "Don't let her hear you say that. No, professional.
They're competing for the championship soon. I don't know when, it's hard to
keep track of time in here."
"How long have you been here?"
"Too long."
"How long has she been in here?" He nodded, and even though Ortika
couldn't see it he knew who Berto meant. The hugebreasted woman was across the
hall, directly between the men's cells. Each man could see three-quarters of
her cell, all but one back corner.
"Several months, at least. You like what Garvin's done with her?" The
scorn dripped from his voice.
"I've never seen breasts anywhere close to those." He heard a snort.
"When she was brought in - trespassing, a newsie asking the wrong
questions - she was a big fat flatchested dahlia, and made the mistake of
insulting Espering. You see how things have changed."
All either man could see of the female in question was her backside.
She was crouched over one of the security people, his pants down around his
ankles. She was bouncing up and down on him so fast her ass was a blur.
"What's wrong with her?"
"What do you mean?"
"Before he arrived," and she practically ripped his clothes off, Berto
could've added, "early this morning, she looked like she was having a seizure."
"Oh, no, she's doing feelies," Ortika told him.
"Neural implants are legal here?"
"Of course, although I doubt she knew she'd be getting one when she came
here, much less experiencing what I'm sure are truly vile and poisonous chips.
Something dreamed up by the Corrections Department or Military Intelligence."
"Mind altering?"
"Like I said, she was a dahlia. A very uptight one. Now she can't keep
her hands off herself. If they didn't have her doing so many feelies she'd rub
herself raw. She'd glove a chair leg, which is why there aren't any chairs in
there with her. They've thrown me in there a couple times just for fun, and she
nearly broke my pelvis."
Berto stuck his head out into the corridor again. "What's the layout
like here?"
Ortika's head appeared, looked at Berto, then looked the other way
toward the patch of sunlight. He turned back to Berto. "You're wasting your
time."
"Humor me."
Ortika glanced across the corridor at the security officer. The man
probably couldn't hear anything at all, his head had to be buried between
Amandir's freakish breasts. He could've smothered to death and she might not
notice, as fast and furious as she was bouncing and grinding.
Of course, it really didn't matter if the nearby guard couldn't hear
them. All the cells were under constant audio and visual surveillance. Ortika
would have assumed that no matter what, and events had proved him right. Well,
if they didn't want him talking to the new man, they'd shut him up soon enough.
"At the end of the corridor there's an elevator. Only comes up by voice
or maybe retinal scan. We're about halfway between the surface and the floor of
the canyon where the PowerBall court is. About a twenty meter drop, looks to
be."
"Where are we, though?"
"Espering's personal estate, about a hundred kilometers east of Garshak.
At the far end of the PowerBall court is another elevator, also secure access.
That leads into the estate proper. There's the main building and about half a
dozen others. Sensors, cameras, and guards everywhere."
"Armed?"
"I don't know. Van derMeer isn't, and the ones that go in to see our
udderly magnificent friend over there aren't, but I seem to remember that at
least some of them are. I know there's an armory."
"Hmmmm."
"Unless you're planning on chewing your collar off don't waste you
time."
Berto looked all around, the corridor, the cells. "This is all solid
rock."
"All of it, above and below. Why, you planning to mine your way out?"
Berto grinned to himself ruefully. "Not with my bare hands." The only
break in the stone of his cell, other than the open wall to the corridor, was an
air vent in the ceiling, a full meter above his head. It was covered by a metal
grate. The vent hole in the rock was big enough for his body, but the grate
looked melted into the stone.
"Who else is in here with us?" he asked, still staring up at the grate.
Later.
"It's hard to say. We're near the end of the tunnel here, if they don't
go by me I'm reduced to guesswork. There's the two of us, our endowed friend
across the hall, and I think two others. Davis is right next to me, court side,
and down the hall on the far side is another woman that's been here about a
week.
"Hello!" Berto called loudly. He walked to the corridor and stuck his
head out again. "Hello?"
"Davis is otherwise occupied," Ortika said. "Lucia, Espering's wife,
took a fancy to him. They're doing something to his genes."
"What?"
"I don't know. He won't talk to me. I don't know, maybe he can't
anymore."
"Krikes."
"I thought Lucia was modifying his backchannel. She really used him
when he first got here. But he should still be able to talk. Or stick his head
out."
"Maybe he's gagged and locked down."
"At this point, I don't want to know."
"They just leave him in there?"
"He's got an automatic food dispenser like us. But no one's gone into
his cell for several days."
When he couldn't take any more the security officer pried the woman off
of him and fled to the safety of the corridor. He dressed while she fought
against the magfield to get to him. At one point she lay on her back, body in
the hallway up to her neck, legs spread wide, in an attempt to entice the guard.
He'd had enough, though. Berto watched carefully as the lift rose up and
carried the guard down out of sight.
"What about the other prisoner? The woman down near the elevator."
"I can't say for sure. I think she's a pulatrita who tried to rip off
Garvin or one of his men. Took payment but then didn't want to provide
services. I think they put someone in there with her."
"Hello!" Still nothing.
Berto heard the elevator again just as he noticed the thwocking sound
had stopped. Sylphie Espering rose into view. Even from a distance he was
impressed with her conditioning. She was nothing but whipcord muscle.
As she stalked down the hallway, away from the sunlight backdrop, she
became less of a silhouette. Berto saw she wore nothing but baggy shorts and
odd looking shoes, probably designed specifically for the sport. She was
covered in sweat, almost glowing, a fierce look on her face. She saw Berto
watching her and came straight for him.
"So you're the new meat," she growled, taking long strides down the
echoing corridor.
"That'd be me." Berto backed up a couple steps as she drew close.
Sylphie eyed his muscular body, her eyes glinting in the light.
"You're not going to like me," she said evilly, peeling her shorts off.
Berto'd thought he'd detected a bulge. Her phallus was a little skinny,
and had loose skin stretched tight to the base of the shaft. It was only later
that he realized it was a giant clitoris.
"But you seem so sweet," Berto said, taking another step, into the
center of his cell.
"Get down on your knees, fuck-boy," she hissed. Her phallus was
rampant, and she was panting, from practice or from lust he couldn't tell.
"Oh, I don't think so. Bobbinson?"
"Better do it," he heard. "She's Espering's daughter. It's his cell
you're in."
"Listen to the man. You're going to take it like a bitch, just like
him."
Sylphie stomped into the cell and grabbed at Berto's arm. He caught her
hand in a joint lock, spun, and used her own momentum to propel her across the
cell.
"No." He grit his teeth. Maybe it was a mistake, resisting her, but he
was damned if some rich spoiled brat was going to rape him in her daddy's prison
with the cock he'd probably bought for her.
A look of furious disbelief clouded Sylphie's face, and she lunged for
Berto. She was fast, and strong, but didn't know the first thing about combat.
Bobbinson heard the meaty slap, and saw Sylphie roll back out into the corridor.
She sat up, stunned but not really hurt.
"You come back in here, I'm going to hurt you," Berto warned her. He
jerked his head. "He says you've got an important game coming up. Will a
broken arm affect your play?"
Lucia scanned the PowerBall court, finding no sign of her daughter. The
guard she'd spoken with on her com, one of those monitoring the estate's
cameras, had told her Sylphie was down here practicing. Lucia hadn't passed
her, the lift she'd rode down in was the only way out. Her eyes rose up to the
dark circle carved into the far canyon wall, halfway up its sheer face.
It was ungodly hot in the canyon. It was too deep for the surface winds
to reach the dusty floor, yet wide enough that any shade hugged the walls except
for dawn and dusk.
The court was quiet as a tomb. No wind, no voices, no background him of
machinery. A faint wisp of cloud scudded into view above her head, and she
looked up. It was like sticking her face into an oven.
Lucia was grateful they'd laid in a pathway around the court. It was
made of a grey-green material that remained cool on her bare feet even in the
direct sun, which had the sand and rock to either side blisteringly hot. Even
though she was a native, too much of the good life had melted away her tolerance
for the sun.
Lucia's personal medico had warned her about possible insufflation
problems with her PCA. For some women it was only a minor occasional
inconvenience, but she soon realized a corset was a necessity for her. Her huge
cavity just filled up with air whenever she did anything. At first she'd found
them odd and uncomfortable, but in short order grew quite fond of her
custom-made corsets. Lucia had almost two dozen, in varying colors and cuts,
and just didn't feel right anymore unless she had one on.
Today she was clad in her royal blue corset that covered her top pair of
breasts, pushing them up and together attractively. She was so hollowed out,
what with the bio-miniatures in place of all her internal organs (except for the
last .7 meter of her large intestine), that with the corset on she could
encircle her waist with her hands. Her hips and large pubic mound flared out
wildly below her waist. As a result, her ass appeared oddly proportioned.
The corset was cut high on her hips and dropped down low in front, all
the way to the top of her pubic bone, so the inflatable bladders on its inner
wall would be correctly positioned. Not only did it make her channel snug as a
newlywed's when inflated, it bulged her lippy furt out even more than usual. At
first she could hardly stand inflating the strategically positioned bladders on
her corsets, but the bio-mins were only a tenth the size of the organs they
replaced. Unless she had some ribs removed the only way the corset could
squeeze her hollowed-out body properly was inflating the shaped bladders down
its front. She had to learn how to move with the corsets on (bending at the
waist was a thing of the past), but she soon grew to love the pressure and sense
of fullness. A removable skirt, green and pleated, hung from the corset and
covered Lucia's bare flesh to mid-thigh.
She heard the elevator behind her and turned. The shaft was actually
carved into the rock face, and only the faint hum escaping through the closed
doors told her the car was coming back down again. When the doors opened she
saw it was her husband. He seemed surprised to see her.
"I thought you'd left for the Sisters of Mercy fundraiser," he said,
stepping out into the sun. He wore a ruby red tongi with elaborate embroidery
at cuffs and collar. Even in the appropriate garb he seemed to wilt in the
heat.
"That's later this evening. I was looking for Sylphie to ask if she was
still coming."
Garvin jutted his chin at the piece of shadow halfway up the far wall.
"I'm sure she's up there, having her fun."
They walked together along the spongy path toward the lift that would
take them to the cells. Garvin eyed his wife's corset and skirt.
"You strike quite a figure in that corset, my dear," he said with a
twinkle in his eye. They stepped onto the lift platform and he closed the rail
behind them. Lucia put her hands on her ultra-wide hips, which only emphasized
the slimness of her waist.
"Why thank you sir," she said coyly, with a little curtsy. He gave the
command and they rose smoothly and silently. Garvin reached underneath the
skirt to cup a bare buttock. He would've been surprised to find her wearing
underwear. He squeezed her cheek playfully.
They stepped into the wide dark corridor out of the sun. Its length was
temperature controlled and they could feel the sweat wicking away from their
bodies in the cool air. Even though there was plenty of recessed and shielded
lighting it took a few seconds for their eyes to adjust.
The stupid young girl who'd taken Sylphie's money, then tried to sneak
off, was in the first cell on the left. Sylphie had nearly beaten her
unconscious before her friends had pulled her off the novice pulatrita. It had
been Lucia's idea to put four synthetics in the cell with her. The treat had
wanted the money but not the sex; in the cell she was getting the opposite. The
synthetics, all male, had been told to scoop her. Continuously.
The young treat had been in there with them four or five days, Lucia
couldn't remember. The four were equipped with self-lubricating organs, but
after the first eight hours the woman had stopped enjoying anything.
"Is she still here?" Garvin asked, surprised.
The woman was knees to chest on the floor, asleep or passed out. Her
cheek rested on the cool stone, face turned toward the corridor, eyes closed,
arms flung outwards. Her body shook with each thrust of the synthetic kneeling
behind her, working his slick tool back and forth in her rectum. Splotchy raw
red patches covered her entire body, as did what looked like dried semen.
"What have you got them filled with?"
Male synthetics could be equipped with internal reservoirs so that they
could ejaculate when required. GUP Inc.'s Synthetics Division sold a very
authentic artificial semen for just that purpose.
"Dane semen. Their body heat keeps it liquid."
"Oh, you dirty girl," he marveled. "I'm surprised they haven't run
out."
"Two-liter reservoirs, custom made. I want two out of three holes
filled even if she's asleep," she barked. The three idle synthetics, standing
in the girl's cell, moved into action.
The Esperings continued down the wide corridor. Down on the right was
Lucia's pet project. She'd been overwhelmingly pleased with how the drugs and
custom X-Cite-R and rectal stimulants had worked on Davis the young embezzler,
and ordered Garvin's team to develop a gene tweaker for him that would produce
similar, but permanent, results.
As hard as his body was working to remake itself, Davis spent most of
his time sleeping. He barely had the energy to eat. It would be another week
or so before his body was done changing, but Lucia was very pleased with what
she saw. What his fate would be when she tired of him she hadn't considered,
although he'd never look normal again. His anus had swollen to a giant red
glistening rosebud larger than her fist that shoved his buttocks far apart
whenever he stood upright. When he was excited it grew even larger, and began
dripping lubricant. Lucia could fit her entire arm into him up to the shoulder,
and he still begged for more. His ass had become his primary sexual organ since
his penis and testicles had shrunken to one-tenth their original size, although
he did seem fond of playing with his new, milk-laden breasts. Seeing as he was
still a devout heterosexual he was going to have a tough time adjusting when
they let him out.
Garvin, for his part, thought the man's anus looked revolting. He
wasn't a homosexual, so it didn't really matter, he'd never lay hands on the
poor soul, but he liked that part of a woman. If he ever saw a woman with such
a gigantic red pucker he'd want nothing to do with her. On a woman it should be
a small indentation, ideally with little or no pigmentation, easily overlooked,
tight yet receptive and elastic.
"I told you, I don't want to hurt you, but I've had enough," they heard
from the end of the corridor. "Go away. If you come back in here I will hurt
you."
Sylphie bounded into view, trying not to fall down. She caught her
balance, face dark with fury, and examined her wrist where Berto had applied a
joint lock.
"Sylphie!"
The tendons in her neck stood out as she turned to see both her parents
standing in the corridor.
"Mother, this little worm-"
"Young lady," her father intoned, "that man has killed more people than
you've ever met. You're supposed to check with me when there's a new guest.'
"But daddy, he-"
"He should've broken your arm for being so incautious. Teach you a
lesson. Don't you have a game tomorrow?"
Both Esperings knew quite well what Sylphie had been trying to do, they
were well aware of her personal tastes. Garvin could watch her most nights on
the hidden security cameras if he so wished, abusing pulatritas in her quarters,
but he liked to give her some measure of privacy.
"Go wash and put on some clothes. The Sisters of Mercy benefit starts
in two hours." Lucia frowned at her daughter. Sometimes her poor impulse
control was a problem. "You are still going?"
"Mom-"
"Go!"
Sylphie glowered at her frowning parents, then turned and stared daggers
at Berto. "I'll be back for you," she spat. She stomped off down the corridor,
stopping only to pick up her discarded shorts. Garvin and Lucia moved up in
front of Berto's cell.
"She needs to be more careful," Berto told them. "She just marched in
here and tried ordering me around, without any idea of who I was. What if I'd
been arrested for murder?"
"Well, you wouldn't be here, you'd be in the city jail, but your point
is well taken," Garvin said, pursing his lips. "I appreciate your not . . .
damaging her."
Berto shrugged. "No need. Besides, she's your daughter. How smart
would that be?"
"Right."
Lucia was studying Berto intently. He was muscular, and intense
looking, but nothing she hadn't seen before. It struck her odd how someone
who'd done such extraordinary things, as Garvin had told her, could look so
ordinary. She studied his flaccid penis and idly wondered what he'd be like.
"I just wanted to come down here myself and let you know that everything
you've told us has checked out. You will not be charged."
Berto perked up. "So I'm free to go?"
Espering clucked. "No, I'm sorry, we have to keep you here for a
while."
"What? Why? How long?"
"Just a few weeks. Three or four at the most. For security reasons."
"But I'm supposed to be taking a new load offplanet in five days.
Heading back to New Vegas, then Earth."
"No." Espering smiled briefly and turned to go. Lucia stayed on his
elbow, gazing wistfully at Berto. No time right now for anything but a quickie,
and she'd want longer than that with him.
"If we don't take this load we'll forfeit our contract and our
reputation'll be fucked!"
"I'll see what I can do to make your stay a little more enjoyable,"
Espering called back over his shoulder. He and Lucia slowly strolled back
toward the lift. He tapped his wrist com.
"Loo."
"Yes Sir?"
"Send four female synthetics over to the holding area off the PowerBall
Court."
"Right away Sir."
The couple drew near the elevator and their attention was drawn to the
first cell again. The young treat was on her knees, lying on top of a
synthetic, still unconscious. His phallus was in her furt. Another synthetic
knelt behind her, his phallus in her ass. Her body jiggled from their powerful
rhythmic strokes, in-out, in-out. A fresh load of semen glistened in her crusty
hair.
"Six more hours, then empty whatever semen you've got left in your tanks
into her mouth," Lucia told the synthetics. "Then you can leave."
While they waited for the requested synthetics to arrive the two of them
watched the woman being abused in the cell.
"Even with her unconscious that's very arousing," Garvin said with some
surprise. His wife turned to him, then with an impish grin slid her hand inside
his tongi. Her fingers closed around his stiffening shaft.
"Have you got time for a quickie?"
"Always." He smiled, and looked around for a spot. Lucia pulled him
into the empty cell across from the four synthetics and their human pincushion.
While Garvin disrobed she peeled the skirt from around her hips. He kept
forgetting just how large her labia were since her PCA, her thighs mashed them
together.
"Where--?"
Lucia climbed onto the bunk mounted low on the wall, squatting like a
frog and sticking her ass out. In that position she was all vagina, one huge,
lippy cleft a hand's span across, pushed open by the corset's bottommost
pressure bladder. Espering could see gleaming pink flesh inside her, surrounded
by the slack lips which dangled loosely.
"I just love the way your furt looks now," he said breathlessly. "It's
so raw and aggressive."
Lucia looked back over her shoulder as Garvin moved close. She
straightened up, and reached back with both hands. When she pulled her
asscheeks up and apart her lippy glistening crevice opened into a wide, short
tunnel ending in a wall of flesh pressed inward by her corset. If she hadn't
had the pubic bladder inflated he would've been able to see her molars.
"We don't have sex enough," Garvin said, as he pushed his length into
her. She was very loose, but as she let go of her cheeks and crouched back down
her channel grew a little more snug.
"You mean with each other? That does feel nice."
But a little loose, Garvin thought. His wife was thinking the same
thing. Garvin held her hips with both hands and smoothly stroked back and
forth. As his wife grew wetter he lost almost all pleasure from the act. She
was too loose in that position, even with the bladders inflated.
"Very nice," Lucia murmured. "But let me try something a little
different. I was going to wait a little longer, but maybe you're not too big."
With one arm on the bunk, elbow locked, keeping her shoulders high,
Lucia reached over her ass and took hold of Garvin's shaft. She backed off him
a little, then pushed his cock down hard as she wiggled backward. Whatever she
was trying wasn't working.
"I guess I need to deflate the pubic bladder."
"Sir?"
Espering turned. Four pretty synthetics stood in the corridor. They
were all scantily clad in twoskin ensembles; two blondes, a brunette, and a
redhead. Two voluptuous, one muscular, one skinny.
"Go down to the last cell on the right." He jerked his head. "Have sex
with the occupant until midnight. If he's uncooperative, restrain him and
pleasure him if necessary. Obey his commands as long as he's participating.
"Yes sir."
Across the corridor the woman had regained consciousness. The two
synthetics continued their tempo'd thrusting into her two nether orifices, and
she'd risen onto her hands. A third synthetic had stepped forward and was
fucking her mouth, his fingers entwined in her hair to keep her head still. She
was gagging a little, and drooling, but in no danger of passing out. Her eyes
were wild, somehow not quite fully aware. The fourth synthetic held a container
of electrolyte solution which he'd feed her when her mouth was free. The
nutrient-rich drink kept her from becoming dehydrated, although she'd lost close
to ten kilos during her captivity. She'd eaten nothing but Dane semen for five
days.
Lucia had deflated the appropriate bladder and now his cock swam in a
vagina the diameter of his calf. Gripping his shaft near the head, she pushed
downward on it and wormed backward. Ignorant of her intentions, Espering
grunted in surprise and pleasure as something hot and tight slipped over his
glans. He groaned along with his wife as she wiggled back onto him. Whatever
had him slipped further over his shaft, until half his length was trapped in the
tight sleeve. It was like a fist around his cock, squeezing. Lucia let go of
his shaft with her hand and went back to all fours.
"Go slow," she whispered, shivering in pleasure.
Espering didn't have much of a choice, she was too tight. He pushed
forward and back, hardly moving his shaft inside whatever fleshy vise had him.
Lucia couldn't stop moaning. After several minutes she loosened up
fractionally, and he began taking deeper strokes.
"Krikes," he said hoarsely, what do you have me in?"
"Deeper!" Lucia said through gritted teeth. Her nails were clawing at
the bunk's spongy cushion. Espering did as requested, and felt his cock nudge
against something that resisted. He bumped it gently, unsure of what he was
hitting.
"Oh! Gaaah!" Lucia thrust herself back onto his shaft. His cock
popped through whatever it had been bumping against, and his wife cried out as
she came.
Espering rode out her bucking shivers, feeling his cock slide deeper
into her. Right before his pubic mound was going to touch her he felt his cock
bottom out inside her, against something firm. Lucia cried out again, grunting
and hunching back onto him, bumping whatever it was against his cock head.
"What am I playing in?" he asked his wife again. He hadn't orgasmed
yet, but he was close, and the product enhancement he'd undergone had him
leaking like a bad valve.
"I was talking to Bhatia a year or so ago," Lucia panted. "She told me
about a method of birth control used as far back as ancient Egypt. Said she was
using it, that I should try it."
"Birth control?"
Lucia straightened just a hair, and looked back over her shoulder.
Garvin was right there. "You're fucking my urethra," she growled lustily. "I
came when you pushed into my bladder past the sphincter. When you come I'll
have to piss it out of me."
She had to quick regrip the bunkmat as Garvin began pumping furiously,
insane with lust at her revelation. His eyes were wild.
"Unh! Or-Uh! Maybe I'll just unh! keep it in me. Unh! Oh, krikes.
Unh! Unh! All night!" She orgasmed again, that quickly, the sensations from
Garvin's cock as it slid back and forth through her bladder's sphincter almost
too intense to bear.
With a cry Garvin stiffened against her, thrusting deep. She could feel
every pulse of his climax, feel the familiar pressure as his spurting seed
filled her bladder. She'd forgotten about his product enhancement; he sent
massive spurts one after another after another into her until finally he too was
spent. Lucia glanced over at the young pulatrita in the next cell, gulping from
a cup while her other two holes were plunged. She knew in an instant just where
she'd be emptying her bladder.
