Deep Space

Chapter 26

Farrin Gnarff poured himself a large glass of the foaming alcoholic brew that Forgwin was famous for. He reached out with one claw and flipped a switch on the control panel beside his chair. The video screen sprang into life showing a comfortably furnished room, one of those that had been previously used to house Mead's anthropological study collection.

In the room, Councillor Mayern was sprawled languidly on a couch. Gnarff was pleased to see that her conditioning was working so well. Her dress was black, low cut and sleeveless; the bodice tightly boned; the skirt, skin tight to her calves where it splayed like the bell of a trumpet. She wore velvet gloves that reached over her elbows. Beside her stood the sergeant that had led the arresting troopers, resplendent in full dress uniform; at the far end of the couch stood Deeta Janes, her wrists and ankles shackled.

Gnarff twisted the gain control for the sound level in the room and Mayern's voice could be clearly heard. "Well, young lady, I hope you are impressed by the trouble your rescuer has gone to. Does he not look splendid?"

"Yes, Councillor. Sorry, yes, Madame," Deeta stuttered.

"Well, I am sure you will want to show just how grateful you are to be freed from the grips of the Sol5 mercenaries. I will leave you together. Sergeant, I am sure you will have a pleasurable time."

The sergeant gave an embarrassed cough. "Thank you Madame Gabrielle. I am sure I shall."

Gabrielle Mayern got to her feet and left the room. The sergeant watched as she walked away, each step hampered by the tightness of her skirt and the height of the heels that she wore. He turned back to face Deeta and sat on the couch. "What's your name, girl?" he asked.

"Deeta, sir, if that pleases you. Or anything you choose."

The sergeant grinned. She had evidently been well schooled. "No, Deeta will be fine." He beckoned to her to approach him. "I like your costume," he said. "Where does it come from?"

"Well sir, on Sol3a in the past there were women that were known for the pleasure that they brought to their men. Madame Gabrielle thought it would be appropriate if we were to dress as they did. Women of the harem, she called them, I think."

"And were these women always veiled as you are?" The sergeant reached out to Deeta and traced his finger across the diaphanous cloth that covered the lower half of her face.

"I think so, Sir. Their faces were veiled but their bodies were on display as you see mine. I think it was intended to excite their lovers."

The sergeant looked across at Deeta. The white and gold trimmed costume pushed her breasts together emphasizing her cleavage. Her belly was bare and her legs could be glimpsed through the sheer cloth of the skirt that hung from the thick gold belt that circled her hips. "You can be sure it works for me, honey," he smirked.

Deeta hung her head in embarrassment. The sergeant sensed that she was blushing beneath her veil. "Hey, don't get all coy," he laughed. "That's the effect you wanted isn't it?"

"Well I don't know, this is all very new to me. I am very grateful of course and Councillor, I mean, Madame Mayern has asked me to be nice to you but I don't know, I've mean I've never, not with, well, not with a man you understand."

"How come? You're a good looking girl; I'd have thought you'd be fighting them off."

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"No, on Sol3a it was not possible. There were no men there, no male humanoids at all. In fact the idea of men was a mystery to us. We know that there used to be men on Sol3a thousands of years ago but they were never spoken of. Some of the girls at my school claimed to know how men and women used to reproduce but we never really believed them."

"You'll find we can be enjoyable bed partners, Deeta. I'll be happy to give you a little education." The sergeant grasped the chain that linked Deeta's wrist shackles and pulled her towards him. She fell to her knees at his side.

"Oh, no, please no," she protested.

"Come now my little harem slave, I thought you were here to please me? Don't worry. Get busy with your fingers here…" He pointed to the criss-cross lacing that closed his uniform breeches. "I'm sure you girls got to pleasure one another with your fingers, tongues, lips and your teeth. I suggest you set to in similar way with what you find in there." He pushed her towards his crotch.

Deeta tried to pull away but the Sergeant pulled her back. "My pleasure, your job," he snarled. "Don't make me force you." He raised his hand as if to strike her.

The girl was sobbing now as she fumbled with his breeches. As they opened, the Sergeant's erect penis sprang from within. Deeta fell back in shock. "What is that?" she gasped.

The Sergeant smirked. "What makes us different from women. Get used to it, You'll be seeing plenty more. Though not many as good as that, I fancy."

Deeta stared, fascinated, at the Sergeant's cock and its glistening tip. "Don't just look," the Sergeant ordered, losing patience. He reached forward and tore the veil from Deeta's face. "Get that out of the way and take it in your mouth." He grasped the hair at the back of her head and pushed her face down towards his cock. Deeta cried out in pain as he twisted her hair but she did as he asked and took his cock into her mouth. She gagged against its salty taste and the bulk of it but the Sergeant kept her head pressed in place, thrusting his crotch against her face. She did as best she could to suck and lick at the Sergeant's cock but he was soon lost in animal passion, grinding away until Deeta felt his cock suddenly shake in spasm, filling her mouth with his cum.

The Sergeant sank back on the couch. Deeta tied to pull away, coughing, with cum trickling from the corner of her mouth. The Sergeant leant forward clamping his hand over her mouth. "Oh no you don't," he grunted, "you need to get used to the taste." He picked up the torn veil and stretched it across her mouth. "It's about time you learned that it's what us men want that you'll be serving up. He knotted the cloth at the back of her head, gagging her. "That mouth of yours was OK. Let's see what else you've got."

He wrenched at the top of her costume and it tore away, revealing her breasts. "Very nice," he grinned. "It's a shame to keep them covered up." Deeta tried to grab the ripped cloth back to her. The Sergeant slapped her face and grabbed the chain between her wrist shackles. Deeta gave a muffled cry as the Sergeant dragged her onto the couch. "We also like to see what's down here," he laughed as he pulled her skirt away from her. He thrust his hand between her thighs and forced his fingers into her cunt. She cried as he twisted his hand and squealed as he pinched at her tits with his other hand. She struggled under his weight as he rolled over on top of her.

"There you are girl. All that struggling is getting me going again." Deeta felt the Sergeant's cock swelling again between her legs. "Now this is what it's really about."

Deeta gasped into her gag as the Sergeant thrust home.

In the viewing gallery, Gnarff sat back and watched. Alongside him stood Mayern, also watching but apparently without emotion. Gnarff snorted with approval as the Sergeant spent himself into Deeta's cunt. It was nice to see, he thought, that Federation troops were as capable of enjoying themselves as well as his own. Perhaps this alliance could be made to work.