Laricon's Ways

by Patricia Green

  Michael scowled, but he took the teasing good naturedly. "My reputation is earned, Liebmann. You should see the calluses on this tongue!"

  Leibmann laughed even harder.

  Naomi recovered quickly and blushed with shame at her loss of control. Michael cuddled her and Alyssa for a while as they listened to the music. Alyssa was squirmy, apparently uncomfortable after having gotten so excited and yet been denied what she now knew was so incredibly pleasurable.

  "You can rub your thighs together all you want, berry girl," Michael teased. "But I don't think you'll get what you want that way."

  She pouted very prettily and he kissed her gently at first, then roughly. She was breathless when he withdrew his mouth from hers. Her large hard nipples brushed his chest. His eyes met hers. "Sometimes, honey, I think you like it better when it's rough."

  She turned her face away.

  "Aha," he said. "You do, don't you?"

  "Yes, sir," she said very softly.

  He sighed. "You probably should have been chosen by a different Master then. My big hands could hurt you way too easily if we truly played rough."

  "I know, sir. I'm so small. Too small." There was a spark of irritation in her eyes and petulance in her voice. "Always so small, sir."

  His eyebrow rose and she bit her lip. "Tired of hearing that, are you?"

  She barely nodded.

  "Well, just look at this." He held his hand up and pressed hers against his palm. Her fingers barely exceeded his palm. "You're half my size. What would happen if I squeezed a breast or nipple hard?"

  "It would feel good, sir."

  "Alyssa."

  She pouted again. "I suppose you might hurt me in a bad way, sir."

  He nodded. "Right. And I won't do that. I feel bad enough bouncing off your cervix, probably bruising the hell out of your insides, when I fuck you hard as you like it."

  "Oh, don't feel bad, sir!" She cuddled against him and hugged. "I love you so much!"

  Michael's heart lurched. He was in the soup now, he realized, because he loved her, too. "You're my berry girl," he said with a smile. "And I love you, too."

  Naomi started to weep, and both Michael and Alyssa looked at her. "It's so beautiful!" she sobbed.

  Michael rolled his eyes and grinned.

  Later, Naomi was called away to escort the Governor back to his chambers with the two other girls, and Michael and Alyssa were left alone on their couch. Around them, men and women were in various states of either erotic play or simple intimate companionship. The erotic scenarios were getting pretty hot as the hour grew late.

  Walker had drawn Jan to his side to aid Sally in her sexy ministrations. The three of them were noisy, with sharp slaps on tender buttocks and delighted giggles and moans.

  Michael found himself growing hard again. "As I recall, you give head a lot better than your sister," he said.

  Alyssa squirmed down between his legs and did a much better job. He enjoyed the sensations, the slow build, for quite a while. "On your back, honey," he said, his voice growling with passion.

  Alyssa immediately complied, spreading her legs for him eagerly. "This time, since you like it hard," he said. "Put your knees over my shoulders."

  She was shaking with desire when he took her small round bottom in his big hands. Slowly, carefully, he slid into her womanhood. This position brought him up against the end of her sleeve much sooner than any time he'd taken her before. The pressure on the head of his staff was wonderful. He pushed the rest of the way in even more slowly, watching her eyes open wide as he stretched her harshly. Tears gathered in the corners of those dark brown orbs.

  "Hurt?"

  She swallowed. "Y-yes, sir."

  "I can't fuck you this way, honey. You understand why now?"

  "Just a little, please, sir?" she begged.

  He frowned. "Alyssa."

  "Please?"

  He sighed and withdrew most of the way, then slowly, slowly filled her past her limit to the stretching point. She moaned softly, and squirmed her bottom. Again, he withdrew and returned, this time slightly faster, the head of him bumping her cervix before he stretched her.

  "It hurts and feels good too, sir," she said softly as he was pulling back again.

  His erection was yelling for him to do it to her, to fuck her hard and fast, to come while she was screaming her pain and pleasure. "Only one more time, Alyssa, because I can't control it beyond that. I need to fuck you, honey."

  She nodded, her hands tightening on his biceps.

  This time, he drove faster into her, pushing her tender cervix aside roughly with the head of his masculinity as he plundered her deeply. She tensed and cried out jaggedly.

  "Enough pain," he declared. He moved her legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his middle. This time he drove into her deeply but didn't force her tissues to his will. The length of him just fit, allowing his thrusts to rub the head against her bumpy cervix gently, and that was enough for him. It was fast and rough, his thrusts coming on top of one another. She writhed beneath him and squeezed him tight with her legs. He came gently, his ejaculation lasting a long time, the waves of pleasure rising and cresting only to gently wash over him again. He groaned and growled as he spilled.

  She was breathless, and while not satisfied by an orgasm, was satisfied by his giving in to her requests for a more harsh experience. She hurt inside; a dull ache to remind her of what could be.

  As soon as he lay down, Alyssa cleaned him with her tongue, loving the taste of him. She lapped like a cat and laved his shrinking masculinity with gusto.

  He chuckled at her enthusiasm. He was tired; it was time to go.

  Chapter 15

  Michael unlocked his chamber door, opened it, and Alyssa screamed at the scene unfolded before them. Nina was lying face down, spread-eagled on the bed, her hands and feet tied to the posts, her bottom raised grotesquely by two thick pillows stuffed under her hips. There was blood smeared on her bottom and thighs, and blood on the sheets near her chest. Her face was a testament to misery, a gag preventing her from crying out.

  Roberto sat in the room's single chair, pointing a stunner directly at Michael's chest. Immediately, any weariness Michael might have felt evaporated as gut instinct and protectiveness took over. He closed the door and behind it stood Philip, Roberto's boy-toy, also armed and prepared to shoot.

  "Come in, come in," Roberto said airily, smiling. Alyssa ran to Nina's side. "Uh-uh-uh," Roberto warned, waving the stunner. Alyssa backed away.

  "What the hell is this, Roberto?" Michael said, his voice sharp as a razor blade.

  Roberto grinned. "I should ask you the same, O'Malley. Why do you have my father's woman?"

  Michael's teeth ground together. "What the hell business is that of yours?" Roberto had to have come here with another plan in mind as he didn't know Nina would be found. "What do you want?"

  Roberto crossed his legs primly. "I came to take back what's mine. Well, Laricon is my father's for the time being. And look what I found!"

  Michael's fists were white with fury. "What have you done to her, you sick bastard?"

  Roberto glanced at Philip and then got up and walked to the bed, the far side away from Michael. "We just had a little fun. She and I. She and Philip." He crawled up onto the bed. "She's quite a fighter, O'Malley. I can see what Father liked about her. But, of course, he wouldn't know how to bring her to heel like you and I do." He reached out and smacked one of the oozing welts on Nina's bottom.

  Alyssa began to cry.

  "You fucking little monster!" he shouted, lunging, but Roberto was quicker, the stunner taking Michael in the arm. It was set to kill. Michael's arm felt like it had exploded, pain radiating from his torn and burned bicep down to his fingers and up through his scalp.

  "Master!" Alyssa screamed.

  He stumbled backward, then caught himself. Blood was coursing down his arm and off his fingertips.

  Roberto laughed. "I'm not the one with someone else's woman in m
y bedroom, O'Malley."

  "How did you get out of your suite, Roberto? Did you slime out under the door?"

  Roberto frowned. "When my father finds out about you and the girl, he'll execute you. Or maybe I'll suggest that he have you sent to a hard labor slave camp. Someone your size would probably be able to lift a lot of rocks."

  "Your father asked me to retrain her, you stupid fool. You think he'd ask me to do that and to take charge in the council if he didn't trust me? If he couldn't trust me?"

  "I don't care. It'll be my word against yours about what happened here. And you'll be dead." He leveled the stunner at Michael once again.

  Michael ducked and whirled on his heel, striking out at Philip with a powerful kick. The younger man dropped his weapon and flew into the corner, his head bouncing of the wall. Roberto fired again, missing. The door jamb exploded near Michael as another shot whizzed over his head. Michael rolled forward and leveled Philip's captured stunner at Roberto. He fired.

  "Nooooo!" Roberto slammed back against the wall, his chest smoldering. He was dead before he hit the floor.

  Alyssa ran to Michael, sobbing. "I'll call the med-tech."

  "No. Help Nina. I'll take care of Philip."

  "But your arm!"

  "I'll be okay for a while. Just take care of Nina now."

  Alyssa untied and ungagged Nina and Michael checked Philip. He was dead, his neck broken. Nina was bruised from fighting. She had bite marks on her breasts; one bite near her left nipple had bled, smearing the sheets. She was crying inconsolably, unable to do more than roll off the stacked pillows.

  Alyssa tore up a sheet and wrapped it tightly around Michael's wounded arm, trying to staunch the steady flow of blood. Michael held Nina while Alyssa worked. "Ah, honey, I'm so sorry," he murmured into Nina's hair. "It's all over now. All over.

  Alyssa moved to Nina's head and whispered gentle words to the suffering girl, while Michael examined Nina gently. Her bottom hole was torn in places, suppurating blood, and stretched unnaturally. Roberto had caned her fanny and thighs unmercifully, either before or after he raped her. It would take some time for her to heal.

  He took Nina in his arms again and rocked her. "It's over. Over, sweetheart. Everything will be okay."

  "I tried to keep the sons-of-bitches away, sir," she blubbered against him. "But there were two of them and the stunners … and I couldn't. Couldn't."

  "I know," he soothed.

  "Roberto bit me and bit me. I begged him to stop, but he just laughed. Fucking laughed! Then he forced me to suck that other guy and he fucked me from behind and hit me with the cane. Oh god, it hurt. Hurt so badly.

  "W-when he was done, and the boy had come in my mouth, he hit me with the cane a few more times. I screamed and screamed, but no one could hear me. They'd put a gag in my mouth."

  Michael brushed his own hot tears of pity aside. "Baby, baby, baby," he soothed. "I've got you now. You're safe."

  She hugged him tightly. "It hurts, Michael."

  "My Nina," he murmured. "I'm here for you."

  She nodded against him and cried for a while longer.

  Michael was beginning to feel the loss of blood and excruciating pain in his arm. He glanced at Alyssa who was curled up at Nina's feet, her face wet with tears. "I've got to get this arm fixed, Alyssa. I want to get some med supplies for Nina, too." He looked at Roberto, then Philip. "And I've got to take out the trash."

  Alyssa nodded and came to hold Nina securely while Michael hurried to the infirmary and back.

  His arm was swaddled well and in a sling when he returned, but his color was much better. He'd brought some supplies for Nina as well. "Alyssa, you take Nina into the shower and clean her off in warm water. It might not feel good, but I think we'd better get her injuries cleaned off. Can you do that?"

  Alyssa nodded and helped Nina, who could hardly walk, to the lavatory.

  Once they were out of sight, Michael called security. Two guards arrived quickly.

  "Roberto and I were talking," he explained. "Philip over there barged in and began shooting. I think it was a … well, I hate to say it … a lover's quarrel."

  The guards colored but nodded. The word had gotten around about Roberto. They removed Roberto's body and came back to take Philip's away.

  "I'll tell The Great Man," he said wearily as the guards were finally leaving. "He should hear it from me."

  "Yes, sir," they agreed.

  It took Alyssa quite a while to coax Nina into allowing her to clean her poor anus, and Nina cried pitifully as Alyssa did the job as gently as she could. But afterward, Nina's body looked less abused and she was able to stand and walk with help. Michael ran a tissue regenerator over the various hurts, and got them on their way to healing.

  They put Nina into the middle of the big bed and snuggled up against her for the night.

  Nina woke screaming and thrashing several times during the night, but there was always someone there to hold her, to stroke her gently, and whisper soothing words in her ear.

  Chapter 16

  Michael woke in the morning, still incredibly tired. Nina was curled up at his side, her curls spread across his good shoulder. Alyssa was pressed right up against Nina's bottom like a spoon.

  He knew he had a great deal to do, but it was so peaceful there with his women, warm and soft, in his bed. He wondered how they would work it out back in the real world, the world that was not Laricon. Somehow, he vowed to himself, we will find a way. He loved them both and couldn't imagine living with one but not the other. He wasn't going to give this contentment up – contentment that he and they had earned – without a fight.

  He carefully wriggled out from under Nina and out of the bed. Nina sighed and turned into Alyssa's arms. Michael was struck at the innocent, sexy intimacy of their bodies as they slept. His determination was doubly forged.

  It took him only a few minutes to dress and shave, though it was awkward with his right arm in a sling. He wrote a quick note and left quietly.

  A few minutes later, Michael was admitted into Jerold Laricon's suite.

  "Michael!" the older man said, rising halfway from his chair behind the desk. "What's happened to you boy?"

  "Good morning, sir. In part, that's what I came to talk to you about. I take it you're feeling better today?"

  "Much better, thank you. Sit down. Sit down." Michael did so. "Now what's this about? Not trouble with Marsh, I hope."

  Michael shook his head. "No, sir. The dealings with Governor Marsh seem to be going just as planned. I'll be meeting with him in an hour or so to push him along a bit more before he leaves."

  "Excellent!" The older man's gray pallor lightened a bit.

  "I have upsetting news for you, sir. It's about Roberto."

  Laricon waved a hand. "What more could that idiot son of mine do to shame me?" He looked down at a tablet. "Go ahead."

  "I'm sorry, sir, but Roberto is dead."

  Laricon looked up quickly, his face draining of color. "Dead? How? When?"

  "Please stay calm, sir. Your heart–"

  "Fuck my heart!" Laricon shouted. "Tell me what happened!"

  Michael nodded, somewhat concerned that the old man's heart would simply give out right then and there. It was an unavoidable risk. "Early this morning, sir. Roberto had an argument with one of his servants, a Philip."

  Laricon growled. "Servant my ass."

  Michael cleared his throat, actually feeling sorry for Laricon. Losing one's only son had to be a dreadful experience, no matter how disappointing that son might be. "Stunners were involved. Roberto was killed."

  "And the servant?"

  "Also dead, sir."

  Laricon nodded slowly, his old hands shaking on the desk. "And how were you involved?" He looked from Michael's arm to his eyes.

  "I tried to break up the argument. Roberto shot me accidentally."

  Laricon leaned back in his chair, suddenly looking wasted and ancient. "It had to come to this, I suppose," he said softly. "Somewhere,
somehow, I made serious mistakes with him and this is where it led."

  "Don't be so hard on yourself, sir. There are a considerable number of men who–"

  Laricon weakly gestured. "Yes, yes, I know. And, if that was his nature, I could accept it. But he also had a duty to this country. He also had a duty to me."

  Michael nodded. Growing the population with natural citizens was a primary goal of Laricon and his policies. Roberto had never even allowed his semen to be used for artificial insemination of a female, claiming it was entirely unnecessary and distasteful.

  "I'm terribly sorry, sir."

  Laricon sighed. "Well, thank you for coming to me, Michael. And I appreciate all you've done while I've been ill."

  Michael nodded. "You're welcome, sir. The council and I can keep things moving along until you are ready to return."

  Laricon's eyes caught Michael's, and Michael could see the depth of the man's feeling of failure. "Send Sams to me, will you? I need to make arrangements."

  "Yes, sir. Right away, sir." Michael stood.

  "And Michael?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Find out what happened to that consort of mine. Nina. Walker said something about sending her to one of the labor camps after she was cut. I want her tested for pregnancy right away. There may still be a chance that I ... that she..." He waved Michael away.

  "Of course, sir. I'll do it immediately."

  "Good boy." He looked back down at the tablet on his desk, but his eyes were unfocused.

  Michael hurried to his office and sank into his chair. It was terribly disconcerting to feel such deep pity for the old man. The old man whose Machiavellian practices and social theories had led to a thriving slave-labor trade and the abuse that went with it.

  There were a number of administrative affairs to deal with, but soon enough Sandra rapped on his door.

  "Enter."

  She stepped in and reverenced.

  "Rise, Sandra. Is it time?"

  She nodded. "Yes, sir. Governor Marsh is here to see you."