Laricon's Ways

by Patricia Green

  He shifted onto his side, making a space for Alyssa between him and Nina. "Now, for my obedient Alyssa. Come here, honey." The girl lay down between them and Nina began to turn away. "Don't even think it, Nina. I want you to watch this too. I want you to see the sweet rewards of good behavior. Alyssa has learned very well, haven't you honey?"

  "I have tried, sir."

  He ran his hand over her breasts and tweaked her large nipples until she moaned softly. Bending, he took one of her breasts in his mouth and laved it, then loosened his hold, leaving only the pink nipple in his mouth. He suckled while she squirmed and gasped. He trailed his hand over her taught belly and down between her legs, and she opened for him.

  "You see, Nina, how she opens for me? I don't have to ask or order. She just does it." Michael's hand slid over Alyssa's wet lower lips, kneading here and pinching gently there. Alyssa was moaning and tossing her head. When Michael inserted two thick fingers into her, Alyssa arched to draw him in deeper.

  He began to fuck Alyssa with his fingers and Nina felt her own wetness growing. She tried to close her eyes, but something in her was perversely drawn to the sight of Michael giving this other woman so much pleasure, his hand moving so intimately against and in her.

  Alyssa came, arching against the fingers inside her, moaning, her small breasts tipped by large, rock hard nipples.

  Michael slowed down his in and out movement as Alyssa calmed. "One more, honey," he said, and she arched again, crying out, as he wriggled his fingers against the secret center of her. She was beautiful in her rapture.

  Nina was slightly breathless and embarrassingly excited when Michael withdrew his fingers from Alyssa.

  "Come here and lick my fingers, Nina," he ordered, his voice soft but threaded with steel.

  She started to open her mouth to protest, then stopped herself, looking into his dark gray eyes. Instead, she moved closer to Michael and Alyssa and tentatively touched her tongue to Michael's cream-coated fingers.

  Her inner core squirmed with need and delight. She licked again, more substantially this time, and her nerves tingled, especially the nerves between her legs. She moaned softly, unable to help herself, and Michael smiled. "More, Nina." And more she took, until she had both of his fingers in her mouth and was sucking them clean.

  When he withdrew them she was disappointed and incredibly horny. She moved a hand toward her own wet center and Michael immediately stopped her. "No. You have to earn it while you're with me, Nina. Be good or be left out."

  She grumbled and curled up in frustration.

  Michael rose from the bed and stretched. "Now I have to see the Governor off. You two stay here and try not to kill each other. I'll send food; you'll have to share. Alyssa, if she does something naughty, you just write it down. I'll go over your list when I return in a few hours."

  "Yes, sir," Alyssa replied in her most officious voice.

  "Nina?"

  "Yes, sir," she grumbled.

  Michael smiled. Maybe he could handle this for two days.

  ***

  Governor Willis had a very big smile on his face when he flew away, but Michael wasn't certain if it was because the scam for the laborers had gone off well or because of the previous evening's entertainment. He shrugged. Next was preparation for Governor Marsh's visit.

  The councilmen met but Laricon was absent. Everyone was disconcerted. Roberto shrugged and simply said that The Great Man was feeling unwell, but that he would represent his father while they worked out the details for Marsh's visit.

  "Is he in the infirmary?" Walker asked.

  "No, just in his room. Sleeping," Roberto provided.

  "Has the med-tech been to see him?" Legal Councilman Sams asked.

  "Yes. Now can we get on to business?" Roberto was getting irritated.

  Liebmann scratched his chin. "I don't know, Roberto. These are delicate maneuvers. The Great Man really should be here."

  "Perhaps we can postpone the meeting for a few hours while The Great Man rests," Michael offered. "Did the med-tech indicate that your father would be better soon?"

  Roberto's fist hit the table. "I said we should go on with the meeting."

  The older men all looked at each other. "Let me get the med-tech on the phone," Michael suggested. He pulled the comm set toward him and dialed in the infirmary's number. He clicked the button that put the call on speaker so that they could all hear.

  Roberto snorted and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

  "Infirmary," a nasal male voice answered.

  "This is Michael O'Malley. The councilmen are here with me. I'd like to know what diagnosis was made on The Great Man today, please."

  "Oh, sir! Let me, um ... get the Chief Tech for you."

  "Fine."

  The Chief Tech came on the line. His voice was older-sounding.

  "Randall here. Hello councilmen, sirs."

  "Hello," Michael replied. "We want to know how The Great Man is."

  The Chief cleared his throat. "Well, ahem, I think he'll be just fine. He needs a little rest, of course, but–"

  "What's wrong with him, Chief?" Liebmann asked.

  "Heart, councilman. His circulatory system has been degrading the last few years and the drugs I give him can slow the degradation but not stop it. His heart was a little overtaxed sometime last night and so I gave him a sedative and told him to take a few days of rest."

  "Shit," said Walker.

  "Yeah, great timing," Sams pointed out.

  "Thanks, Chief. We'll call you if we need you," Roberto said, reaching over to close the line. He looked at the other men at the table. "See? I told you he was sleeping."

  Walker rolled his eyes.

  "Now here's what I think we should do," Roberto went on. "Liebmann, you go ahead and move your troops into the capital city of the Southern Continent. Get Beatty the hell out of there."

  "Roberto–" Liebmann started, but was immediately cut off.

  "Marsh will come to heel when he sees Beatty on vid getting dragged out of his mansion with stunners trained on him."

  "We can't do that, Roberto," Michael told him.

  "What do you know? We can do that, right Liebmann?"

  "Well, theoretically, yes. But–"

  "Fine. Then do it." He straightened his shirt. "I'm tired of sitting around here on my ass waiting for some special moment."

  "No, Roberto," Michael said, his face set.

  Roberto was clearly angry. "I don't have to take orders from you, pussy licker. I'm Roberto Laricon, remember?"

  Michael nodded. "I'm not likely to forget. But if you pursue this action, Roberto, you'll have ruined your father's carefully laid plans; plans made over months and months. You may even start an all-out war."

  "That's right, Roberto," Liebmann maintained.

  "Are you telling me that you won't follow my orders?" Roberto shrilled.

  Michael looked around the table at the other men. "Yeah. I guess that's what I'm telling you."

  "I'm in on that too, Roberto," Walker said. "You'd be making a big mistake."

  Liebmann shook his head. "I won't change the current plan without your father's go-ahead."

  All the other older men chimed in their concurrence.

  "I'll have you arrested! I'll have you sent to labor camps!" Roberto screeched, getting to his feet. "Guards!"

  The door flew open and two armed guards came rushing in. Roberto pointed to the men around the table. "Arrest them! Arrest them!"

  The guards looked at Roberto like he'd grown another head.

  "I said arrest them, you imbeciles!" When the guards didn't act immediately, Roberto grabbed for a stunner and waved it at the still-seated men. "Get up! You're arrested!"

  The men rose from their chairs.

  "As a point of law, Roberto," Law Councilman Sams said, "you actually have no authority to arrest any of us without a writ signed by two of the council members."

  "I'm changing the fucking law!" Roberto said, shooti
ng Sams squarely in the chest. Sams fell down and over his chair, stunned into unconsciousness.

  "Now move!" Roberto shouted.

  Michael, closest to Roberto, nodded at Walker, who subtly nodded back. "Fine, Roberto, have it your way," Michael said.

  As soon as Michael was within a meter of Roberto, he grabbed for the stunner. Walker and Liebmann rushed in and the tussle was over very quickly. Liebmann pulled Roberto's arms up against his back and held him while Michael bent down to examine Sams.

  "He'll be okay," Michael said, standing up. "Liebmann, take Roberto to his room and put a lock on the outside of his door. These operations are too delicate for us to have this distraction."

  Liebmann nodded and, along with the guards, hustled Roberto, who was still yelling obscenities, out of the room.

  Michael looked at the other men. "Stay the course. Dismissed."

  Michael sat back down as the councilmen shuffled out. Two of them carried Sams out as they left. Walker lingered behind. "So, who died and made you a Laricon, O'Malley?"

  Michael snorted, pushing his dark hair back. "I'm hoping no one will notice that I'm not."

  Walker smiled. "I ain't tellin'."

  Chapter 11

  "Nina!" Michael roared as he shut the door to his chamber. He knew the two women didn't get along, but finding Alyssa bundled up in strips of sheeting, propped up in the bed like a mummy, was far more friction than he expected. After a truly tense day, and facing a potential powder-keg with Laricon, this was the last thing he needed.

  Nina rose from the chair near the window where she'd been sitting with her feet propped on the sill. "She–" was all she got out before Michael grabbed her by the front of her shirt – his shirt, liberated from his wardrobe – and forced her down to her knees.

  "Get down where you belong," he said, his voice like iron, his face dark with anger.

  Nina cringed down on her knees and began to fumble with the buttons on the shirt, thinking it best to follow Lariconese protocol since she was in so much trouble. "I – I – damn!" A button popped off. "I can't do the fucking boob-thing fast in this shirt … sir."

  He grabbed a handful of her curls and tilted her head back. The look on his face boded her ill. "Don't bother, you foolish brat. I know what they look like and I'm not interested right now."

  Ouch. Nina's pride, not to mention her scalp, stung and she dropped her hands to her sides.

  "Stay there. Don't even blink!" he ordered.

  "Yes, sir."

  He strode to the bed and untied Alyssa, who sobbed in his arms for several minutes.

  "She's hateful, sir," Alyssa complained. "I was merely trying to teach her how to tidy up this room. Then she stole your shirt – right out of the drawer – and I tried to get it back from her, but she wouldn't listen! Next thing I knew she'd rolled me up in the comforter and I couldn't move, could hardly breathe. And I heard her tearing the sheets, sir. And, and…" she sobbed.

  He petted her hair and held her. "I can guess from there, Alyssa. Do you want a glass of wine?"

  "You cannot serve me, sir!" she wailed. "Oh dear!"

  Michael raked a hand through his hair. "We'll just pretend that I didn't, okay?" Gently he sat her back on the bed. In moments he'd brought her a glass of strong red wine and coaxed her to down most of it. She seemed to be calming down.

  He turned back to Nina, his face a storm cloud ready to burst. "You!" he said, pointing. "I've had enough of this from you." He took Nina's arm and dragged her to the chair. He sat and pulled her over his knees.

  "No!" she tried. "It wasn't that way! She was making me crazy! Obey this and do that! My damned temper snapped! Please, Michael … Michael, sir! Please don't do this!"

  He pushed the long-tailed, very big, shirt up to the small of her back, exposing her bottom. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Nina screamed and tried not to cry, but her bottom was suddenly on fire. "I told you to behave while I was gone!"

  Whack! Whack! This time on the very tops of her thighs where they joined her shapely bottom. "I need you to be cooperative!"

  Again she screamed. "I will! I promise, sir!"

  "If I ever…" Whack! "Find you've done…" Whack! "Something so cruel…" Whack! "To Alyssa…" Whack! His open-palmed blows were landing on the sweet spot where her thighs and bottom met in four places. She wailed and wriggled, but he held her down tight. "Or any woman I choose to have…" Whack! "I'll make sure you can't…" Whack! "Sit for a week!" Whack! "And watch your god damned language! You sound like a sailor!" Whack!

  He tumbled her off his knees and yanked her head back by her hair. "Is that clear?"

  "Yes! Yes, sir!" she blubbered, crying hard, her face red.

  "Go sit in the corner until I call for you."

  She started to stand, but his hard growl stopped her cold. "Crawl to the corner, Nina."

  Bawling and sniffing, Nina obeyed. She could not sit; her butt was on fire, her upper thighs worse. Instead, she knelt carefully, keeping her bottom away from her legs as best she could. It was terribly uncomfortable, but the shame was nearly as bad as the pain.

  Michael went into the lavatory and ran cold water over his stinging hand. He was still angry, though the peak of it had dissipated somewhat. He had never seriously spanked a woman before, but, by god, Nina had deserved it more than any he'd known. He looked at himself in the mirror. Had he done wrong with her? The spanking he'd given her had been pretty harsh, but he knew she'd not been damaged by it. Perhaps she'd even remember it and learn to control herself. He just needed her to behave until the operation closed; then she could go be a dreadful brat wherever she wanted. He only hoped that whatever male she ran to would have the strength to channel her energies and teach her to control her temper. He frowned. The idea of another man handling her as he had, teaching her to control herself with a combination of rewards and punishment didn't sit well at all. What was the matter with him? He splashed cold water on his face.

  It was time to make a call to Command Security and apprise them of the new situation. They wouldn't be happy with the changes – they never liked changes – but he'd make sure they made compensation for them. He turned the water up so neither of the women in the room outside would hear him.

  Nina squirmed uncomfortably in the corner. What the hell had she been thinking? she berated herself. Her temper was proving to be her downfall. But she'd tried to be patient with Alyssa, with this whole situation! Her tears increased as she thought about it. Now Michael, the only person who could get her out of the mess, was terribly angry at her, too. Nitro Nina, she decided, had better become Nice Nina after this.

  Michael came back out of the lavatory, his hair wet, and glanced over at Nina. She was crouched in the corner, avoiding her shining red butt, and every once in a while she wiped her nose on the sleeve of his shirt. Good enough; let her meditate on her behavior.

  Alyssa came right to her knees from her curled up position on the bed. She bowed her head and presented her little breasts with perfect manners. "Ah, sweet Alyssa," he said as he moved the chair back to the table and poured himself a full glass of wine. It was coming on to evening and he still had things to do. Nonetheless, he didn't want to neglect Alyssa, who'd suffered all day in his absence.

  "Do you wish to serve me, Alyssa?" he asked, knowing full well that she did.

  "Yes, sir!" She looked at him with eagerness, her sweet brown eyes a little red-rimmed.

  "I still have meetings to attend, but I have a few minutes. What I'd like is a relaxing entertainment."

  "Sir?"

  "Remove your robe and show me how you please yourself."

  "Myself, sir? Wouldn't you rather I–"

  "No. I want to watch you. Maybe later you can touch me. Right now, I want you to touch yourself."

  She nodded. "Sir, although I have, of course, been taught about pleasure, I have never been allowed to–"

  "Never?"

  She shook her head. "No. At The Farm we were forbidden, lest we find it too tempting and become undi
sciplined."

  "Alyssa, you're telling me that you and all the other girls there never, ever orgasm before you're assigned off The Farm?"

  She blushed. "Well … sir … it may have happened accidentally. Once or twice."

  "But not a good girl like you, hmm?"

  "I…" she stared down at her hands.

  "Show me how it happened, Alyssa. I am not angry with you."

  She wouldn't meet his eyes. "Yes, sir." She pulled her robe off and folded it neatly, then lay back on the bed. "We were learning about each other's pleasure spots." She began to knead her small breasts. "Sometimes the Masters wish to have us work together, you know, so…"

  "Yes. I like that, too." He sipped his wine, fascinated by what he was learning and seeing.

  Her fingers went to her nipples and began to pull gently and twist. "My friend Marie has very tiny breasts, sir, but she showed me how to do this and I find it very pleasant."

  He smiled. "You have big nipples, Alyssa. Lots of area to feel good."

  She blushed, but continued. "Marie sucked on them, sir, and my belly started to feel jiggly."

  "Pretend she's sucking."

  Alyssa's bottom squirmed. "Mmmm," she murmured. Her voice became soft, and Michael leaned forward to hear. "I sucked on her nipples, too, but had to stop quickly because she knew she would break the rule if I stayed at it."

  "Good girl."

  "Yes … Marie…" She moved a hand down her belly and opened her legs. She was wet already, and Michael could smell the sweet tanginess of her. His erection pressed against his pants, but he ignored it.

  Alyssa's small hand moved around her open femininity, exploring gently. She spread her lower lips and pushed a few drops of her nectar up onto her pink clit. "Marie did this to me, sir, and it feels so…" She squirmed and sighed.

  "It feels good. Yes, keep at it."

  "We are not allowed to penetrate, except with tongues, so Marie got the Preparer."

  He watched Alyssa roll to the side of the bed and open a bed-side drawer. "Preparer?"

  She unzipped a small bundle there and withdrew a pale pink, thin dildo, about 22 millimeters long. "Yes, sir." She held it up for a moment and then sank back onto the bed.