Shelby pumped a fist and whispered, “Yes!” behind his back. This alternative time line would blend with the main time stream and become reality ... Exactly the way Ivak said it would work. Even Quentin had to admit that it could work when she told him her plan. Perhaps that's what it meant to be a ‘Chosen One'. Perhaps all along she possessed this power to stand outside of time and see things in a rational, logical manner and to choose the correct course for time to take and—
"Now where were we?” Barris rubbed his hands gleefully together, interrupting her self-congratulations. “Shall we start here on this nice, comfy bed or shall we head back to finish up what we started in the playroom?"
Shelby swallowed hard and drove her nails into her palms to keep the panicked sound from squeaking into her voice. “Well, um ... You told the crew to have a party, so I guess they'll all be busy down in the orgy pit, right?"
The giant sat down on the bed, stroking her with a finger from her chin, down her neck to her cleavage, and back again. “That's probably what they'll do. Or else they'll all jump in the hot tub. There are only a handful of them anyway. They fit nicely."
"Sounds cozy. You want to join them?"
What was she thinking? Safety in numbers? Shelby immediately regretted making the suggestion. Who knows what would happen in a hot tub full of horny time bandits.
"Let them have their own fun. I'd much prefer to party alone with you."
He stroked his giant finger from her cleavage down to the junction at the apex of her thighs. She shivered. “You like that?” She nodded, biting the inside of her lip to keep from screaming as he pushed the massive digit up her pussy. “Yeah, I can tell you like it rough. You're certainly wet enough."
He rammed another thick finger into her cunt and began to pump hard, rubbing her clit with his thumb. Shelby moaned and practically passed out from the intensity of his intimate probing. “That's it ... relax and allow me to stretch this out a bit so you can take all of my cock in your hot, tight hole later."
After several seconds of squirming, Shelby found she was able to take a deep breath and relax and enjoy herself somewhat. So she had to sleep with the enemy in order to save Ivak and Quentin from execution. This wasn't the first time in history a woman had done so in order to protect those she loved. In fact, it might be fun to think of herself as a modern-day Mata Hari.
Barris teased one nipple with his tongue, then the other poking out from her open robe. Then he latched onto a breast and began to suck like a vacuum cleaner. Ooo! Heavenly tingles danced and leapt across her body. She arched her back and welcomed his fingers deeper into her pussy. The pleasure-pain brought about a new awareness of her body that she didn't think possible. Perhaps he'd give her a spanking if she asked?
Hmm ... It really wasn't such a bad way to kill the time. As long as Barris was behaving decently and pleasuring her, why not lay back and enjoy it? Why not take as long as she could to come, thus keeping the giant's attention occupied until the very last moment?
Shelby smiled to herself. It was a brilliant plan except for one thing: The familiar tension building low in her belly signaled that she was about to come, thrashing and screaming in ecstasy any moment.
"Ooo, Barris, dear.” She tried to wiggle out of his clutches but found it impossible. “Can you slow up a moment? I—I don't think I can handle so much ... stimulation all at once."
He tossed his head back and laughed. “No problem.” The fervent pace of his pumping continued. “It's all right if you come now. I love how your cunt is tightening around my fingers. Feel free to come over and over again."
"But I ... I've never ... never..."
"You mean that pansy Quentin has never given you multiple orgasms? The swine! I should teach that little creep a lesson. I'll give you so many orgasms in a row in so many ways you'll break the universal record for orgasms.” He licked his lips slowly and wriggled a third finger inside her. She squealed and arched her back more. “How's that? You want to break the record?"
She bit her lip, willing her body to relax to accept the added stimulation. “What's the universal record?” She panted. “Seven or eight?"
"Hundred? Hardly. Thousands. We're talking thousands. Some species have infinitely more stamina than humans you realize. I may have to strap you into one of my little contraptions in the playroom to help you take on that mean feat. You'll likely be brain dead before it's all over"
"Brain dead? Thousands? Oh, my..."
Shelby jerked and cried out, trembling fiercely as the first wave of bliss overtook her. Barris had no pity and continued to pump his fingers mercilessly into her until she screamed and screamed again. The closed cabin walls reverberated her shouts until she grew completely deaf to them. Her brain cells had been transformed into a melted pile of goo floating somewhere above her hopelessly quivering body.
She looked down at herself lying on the bed in the evil Barris’ clutches and crookedly smiled. He may be a baddy and all but—what the hell! The guy really knows how to make a girl feel good.
"I can't hold back anymore after watching you scream like that for two straight hours,” Barris said breathlessly. He removed his fingers and began to stroke his cock. Seconds later a sticky stream of semen splashed across her face and chest. “Hmm."
He collapsed onto the bed beside her.
"I'm so glad you enjoyed the show.” Shelby giggled uncontrollably in spite of the soreness she felt in her lower regions. “Uh, Barris?"
The giant's snoring shook the bed. That was one way to keep him occupied. And did he say two hours had passed already? Amazing. It seemed like a matter of minutes. The old saying, “Time flies when you're having fun,” was true after all.
Shelby mentally patted herself on the back for a job well done. Another hour to go and they'd be back at Time Point Central as planned, and all she had to sacrifice was a few of her brain cells. It was well worth it. Her eyes fluttered close. She promptly fell asleep.
* * * *
"Reks to Barris,” the comm speaker announced what seemed to be hours later. “The ship has deviated from plotted course. It appears the autopilot's programming has been tampered with and it's coming from..."
Barris snorted. He slowly woke from his heavy sleep. “Huh? Coming? What you say?"
Shit! Shelby sat up and lunged across the sleeping giant to punch the off button on the comm system beside the headboard before he could fully open his eyes.
"Yeah, that's me. I'm coming again.” She grinned like a wild woman. “You're so hot that just looking at you while you sleep makes me tense all over."
"You haven't had enough yet?” He gave a throaty chuckle and reached over to tweak a nipple. “It's high time for us to pay a little visit to the playroom."
The playroom? Not a good idea on several levels. They'd have to travel several corridors as well. There were plenty of comm speakers between here and there. She had to keep Barris in his own bed and his attention focused away from the ship until they'd crossed the time gate.
What could she do? She wouldn't be able to handle that obscenely sized monster cock of his for more than a few moments in any orifice. What other ways did she have to distract him? She had to think quickly before she blew her cover.
Now is not the time to screw up, Shelby Schwartz. What a naughty little girl I've been on this trip so far...
That was it.
"Let's skip the playroom and enjoy a little spanking session here, shall we?"
Barris arched a black eyebrow. “Spanking? You'd like a good spanking?"
Shelby wriggled her nose and thrust her chest forward, stretching her form lazily. “Oh, yes, I've been a naughty, naughty girl today. I need a good swat across my firm, round bottom."
He started to drool. “Assume the position!"
She had him! Slowly she stood, casually patting her robe pocket for the time device key chain. A hard oblong shape greeted her touch. Good, it was still there. Her robe hung open from their earlier activities, but if she were to bend
over Barris would expect her to remove it. She didn't want to risk losing her means of escape, but she didn't want to call undue attention to her robe by keeping it within a safe reaching distance. There had to be some kind of compromise.
"Hurry it along. My hand is itching to make contact with those little apple-sweet butt cheeks, my little mango."
She peeled the silk robe from her body, wadding it up into a ball of cloth then sashayed around to present her backside for his view. “I'll just hang on to my robe to help muffle my screams. My ears are still ringing from our earlier fun and games."
He grimaced as he stuck a finger into his ear canal. “Mine are ringing, too. That's why the playroom's walls are covered in acoustic tiles to absorb all the ... sounds of pleasure. You sure you don't want to partake of some of its attractions? I've got some nice leather whips that would do wonders on your ass."
"I prefer skin-to-skin contact myself.” Shelby braced herself for the first swat and was pleasantly surprised when she felt a tickling sensation against the small of her back instead. She turned her head and caught Barris holding a long feather that apparently came from a multi-colored peacock species.
"I forgot I had this little item under my pillow. You like?"
He twirled it against the sensitive skin along her sides, trailing it down the outside of her legs and then dragging it tantalizingly slow across the tender flesh lining her thighs up to her cleft. Shelby sighed.
Whack!
"Hey, what the...” Whack! Whack!
"I thought you said like the feel of skin-to-skin contact?” He chuckled and whipped out the feather again, sliding it back and forth across the reddened skin of her butt cheeks. “What's a little pain without a little pleasure mixed in for fun?"
Shelby turned her head to see what was coming next, only to catch the giant pouting. For being the destroyer of civilizations he certainly acted like an overgrown kid at times. “The surprise element is part of the fun, huh?"
"It is. You want a blindfold?"
She winked. “No, I promise to keep my eyes shut. But if you'd like me to return the favor with the feather later...” Whack! Whack!
The deliciously warm feeling began to spread all over her body.
"Now you're catching on.” The feather danced across her ass cheeks and up and down the interior portion of her thighs once more. “You'd make an excellent addition to my crew, Shelby. Why folks would pay thousands of credits just to see you perform at my public orgies."
"Why, thank you Barris."
Whack! Whack! The feather revolved around her throbbing clit for a tortuous moment. She moaned. How did a nice girl raised by a nice family with a nice job ever wind up becoming a pervert who enjoyed a good spanking? The idea boggled the mind, but the tactile input overwhelming her senses instantly knocked any rational thought from her head.
"I have to say, Barris, there's never a dull moment around here. How many orgies do you have per week?"
Whack! Whack! “Just the usual one per evening whenever we're parked on a planet surface.” He dragged the feather slowly up and down her spine and along her ass crack. “It's too difficult for people to ferry up to the ship when it's in orbit, and the crew does enjoy participating in the activities."
His throaty laughter sent a shiver throughout her body. “Reks will definitely be happy to have you as a permanent fixture on board. You two got along so well I observed."
"Yeah, we did."
Whack! Whack! Her juices were flowing freely now. She had to keep her wits about her. They'd be crossing the time gate soon enough. “I got along well with Catriona, too,” she managed. “Could she join up as well?"
The feather swirled and then another couple of swats. Whack! Whack! “Catriona?"
"The Felinian female."
"Hmm...” The tickling and spanking cycles were coming a bit more slowly now. Barris was panting heavily—and not all from his exertions. “I remember her. She did a nice job on you in the playroom.” He groaned. “Would you like her to continue your punishment after I'm through with you?"
Suddenly Shelby felt hot, sticky pre-cum dripping across her burning butt cheeks. Her eyes popped opened. “Uh, Barris, I thought you were going to give me a good spanking."
"I am. I just decided to give you a right good rogering in the middle. You enjoy a long, hard fuck, don't you? I promise I'll start out easy. I won't rip your cunt apart the first time."
Good heavens no! Where was Quentin when she needed him to get her out of this fix? Oh, yeah ... He and her earlier self were barricaded down in the engine control room. One contact with her earlier self and kablooey! End of existence. The whole of space and time was depending on her—and the only person she could depend upon in this situation was herself. She had to keep Barris in his cabin and his attention distracted from where the ship was heading just a little while longer.
"The things a woman has to do to save the universe,” she muttered. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath, readying herself for the giant's monster cock to invade her intimate passage...
Voom! The spaceship suddenly lurched hard to the right, sending Shelby toppling over the edge of the bed and onto the floor.
"Ye-ow!” Barris screamed as he landed squarely on his erection on the cold deck. He painted the air blue with cries and curses as he rolled back and forth coddling his injured dick. A summons at the door brought the hobbled giant slowly to his feet.
Reks’ beady reptilian eyes widened with panic. “The ship's off course for the rendezvous. We're heading straight for another time gate."
"Dammit, get back to the bridge and navigate us away from it!” The giant almost collapsed as he attempted to straighten up. “Do it, Reks!"
"Aye, aye."
"Stay here,” Barris commanded as he limped from the cabin. As the door shut and locked behind him, Shelby jumped to her feet and slid into her silk robe.
"We should be through the time gate in just a few more minutes. Let's see if it's time for me to zap out of here yet.” She reached into the robe's pocket for the time board key chain.
What was this? A pebble?
"What is it about these stupid time travel devices that they can't stay put in anyone's pocket for more than sixty seconds? Shit!” She stamped her foot in frustration and began searching for the pesky gadget through the black satin coverlet and sheets. No results. She crawled along the deck on her hands and knees hoping that it had fallen to the floor. It was nowhere to be found.
"I know I had the stupid thing when I first arrived here. Let me retrace my steps to see what could have happened.” She bit her lip. “Oh, yeah, I arrived here on the bed and Barris starting finger fucking me...” Shivers of pleasures danced along her spine at the memory. “I screamed and thrashed about for a couple of hours until we both sort of took a nap..."
That had to be it. He must have taken it while she thought they had both fallen asleep before their little spank and tickle number. Barris had discovered the key chain as she slept and had switched it for the pebble and hid it somewhere so she wouldn't get away from him. The only good news was that it couldn't be on his person currently, as he had hobbled from the cabin in his usual birthday suit attire.
"Crud! It's in here somewhere. Where would I stash it quickly? Ah-ha! The night stand drawer, right?” She opened the drawers and sighed. “No, too obvious. Where would a conniving time traveler store a time board key chain?"
The clothes closet was relatively empty save for a snowsuit. Barris really didn't believe in clothing except in extreme climates it appeared. A search of the bathroom storage areas yielded nothing.
Damn! The key chain had to be in here. Where hadn't she checked? What else was she forgetting?
"The feather. Where did he get that feather?"
She had turned her back to him when he pulled out the feather to tickle her with, but where could he have stowed something light and flat like a feather? The ship lurched abruptly to the left and then to the right. Obviously both sides were desper
ately fighting for control of the ship. Shelby did her best to stay upright but the pile of huge head and neck pillows slid soundlessly to the floor revealing...
"The key chain!"
She pounced on it and checked the temporal read-out. Three minutes until she absolutely had to be off the ship as they crossed back over to today, that is this reality's tomorrow, where she was expected to be back at Time Point Central with Barris and the rest to help spring Quentin and Ivak from jail.
Wait a minute ... If she time traveled back to tomorrow in a few moments, what would happen to her time line here aboard Barris's ship? And wouldn't opening a time vortex aboard a space vessel destroy it by ripping a hole in it thus allowing everything and everyone to be sucked out into the vacuum of space? No, she asked Chryton for a special time device, Protocol Twenty-two or something.
The key chain beeped a warning. No time to work it out now. She was a “Chosen One” after all, wasn't she? She had to trust her hunches. She punched the button to trigger the device and hopped aboard the surf board as the fabric of time began to unraveled about her...
* * * *
Yesterday
Shelby gasped.
"You realize I'll be obligated to wipe their minds of all their recent experiences,” Ivak said calmly to Quentin as they stood in the engine control room of Barris's ship. “They won't be able to recall any of their time traveling escapades in this time stream."
"Fine. It's better they're safe and slightly confused as to what happened to them than to suffer the consequences."
Consequences? What sort of consequences? Shelby wondered. And why is everything so blurry? I feel dizzy like I'm about to pass out...
"Whoa! I got you.” Quentin cradled her in his arms and gently lowered her to the deck. “Lie still. You looked like you were going to faint. You feel okay?"
"I ... I'm fine.” She blinked a dozen times then was startled. A strong sense of déjà vu washed over her. “Where am I?"
"She must have hit her head on something when she fell out of the trash chute.” Catriona knelt and tenderly stroked Shelby's brow, casting a frown at Quentin. “Diving head first down a dark tunnel was a dumb thing to do. We could have all been killed."
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