Enryn

by Gerard Whittaker

  Female screams came from one alcove as the sisters were being raped. Favian and Bellona followed the sounds of pain as Ace and Enryn started to hunt their own victims.

  A couple of Warriors in black hung about the room, just trying to look threatening. Their day was about over. Enryn sized them up but moved on to more excitable targets.

  Ace walked through the crowd to see that most of the slaves were descended from the Ship people, whoever they were, but there was still about twenty alien girls who were in just as much trouble.

  Favian picked up a drink and stumbled into the alcove, gasping, "Sorry, thought it was the loo." He saw the sisters bent backwards over a steel frame as they were whipped and raped by eight guys that looked like refugees from an abattoir. The girls were not enjoying it one bit. "Hey, nice girls, mind if I take a look?"

  Bellona entered behind him to gaze upon the horror with disbelief, the sisters were not just being raped but tortured, and she felt certain it would be to the death. "Favian, I've seen enough," she gasped.

  "As you wish," he chuckled and drew his short sword to slice through the groin of the beast raping one of the girls, the man fell away leaving his groin still in the girl.

  Bellona picked up a second man by his neck and shook him till he was dead.

  The other beasts took five seconds to get over the shock, and then drew weapons and leapt to attack, but by then most were already dead.

  Favian was playing with a couple of survivors as Bellona freed the girls, pulling the still warm dick from one girl. "You don't want this?" she asked innocently. The girl shook her head in disgust, so the Marine casually tossed the member to the owner who was busy bleeding to death. "Sorry, you can have it back."

  "We have to go now," Favian explained, "it's about to get a little too exciting for a couple of Marines."

  "Take care," Bellona sighed as they let the survivors run screaming from the alcove.

  The sisters took one quick glance around the room, and fled for the entrance stark naked, only to see the barren surface and the brilliant stars.

  It was only then they realised how hopeless was their plight, they had not known that they were in space.

  Ace and Enryn were causing enough fuss of their own, with fists and bottles swinging freely. The Marines met near the door as a hundred enraged party goers swarmed towards them.

  "Had a good time?" Ace gasped as a chair just missed his head.

  "Not bad," Favian laughed, "but I think the bouncers are about to kick us out."

  Six Warriors were now standing in their globes of energy, pushing through the crowd. "Let's run for it," Enryn gasped. "We can't let them see us kill the warriors."

  "But we can't make it look too well planed," Bellona laughed as she drew her carbine and blasted away at the Warriors.

  Then they turned and fled with a hundred rioters on their heels, and the Warriors ever gaining ground. They made it to the combat-car and drove slowly off, as two figures ran in front.

  The sisters fresh from torture. "You can't leave us," one begged in terror.

  "They'll kill us for sure next time," the second screamed.

  Favian stopped the car as Bellona pulled them inside, holding them firmly as he swerved to avoid the crowd and crawled slowly off into the crater.

  Ace glanced at the new girls and chuckled, "Enryn dear, are you going to tell them?"

  "No chance," she laughed, "they saved the girls fair and square, so it's on their own heads whatever happens next. They might not even have the same customs as my ship."

  John saw the naked girls holding on to Bellona for dear life, crying their desperation. "If they don't have the same custom, I think they might invent it," he chuckled.

  John and Isralla swept through the bar, killing anyone too lazy to chase the Marines, and freeing all the slaves from machines of torment.

  She rushed to the stage where a very pretty brunette was strapped to a fame, her one piece outfit of shiny black was zipped open from her throat and right the way down to between her thighs and half way up her back, leaving her breasts and bare pubes covered in marks of a cane. Small rings and chains pulled her most private parts wide open as translucent inserts had been forced deeply inside her. Cups covered both nipples and seem to purr as the girl thrashed ecstatically in her bonds. She licked her lips wantonly as her eyes were closed to the emergency before her, all she could do was come in a series of artificially induced orgasms that left her floating in another world.

  Her face was very appealing with a high brow and large grey eyes, a cute nose and warm mouth with laugher lines at the corners. Her light brown hair was brushed back and tied at her neck, to fall in waves half way down her slender back.

  Isralla slapped her face bringing the girl half way back to reality, and freed her, zipping the outfit closed up to the slave's throat. "Snap out of it bitch," Isralla gasped. "Help us now!"

  The girl opened her blurred eyes to see the cantina empty but for a few bodies and the escaping slaves.

  "We need a ship, and I was hoping you might know a good one."

  "I do," she sobbed.

  "I've no time to waste, this dump is about to become a new crater in about fifteen minutes. Take us to the ship!"

  John hurried sixty or more slaves forward, making sure that the kids they had selected were being carried to safety. "John, Isralla."

  "I'm Becky," the girl gasped as she fled the building on nine inch heels. The outfit clung to her fantastic figure like a second skin, with black and red cuffs at neck, wrists and ankles. It looked great, but Becky could hardly walk in the boots that left her balancing on callused toes.

  They fled to a modern long range shuttle, a low laying ship with but a single deck and a dozen cabins fitted out quite comfortably, it was a regular home amongst the stars. Until the refugees piled onboard, cramming into every where they could.

  John stared at the alien layout of controls, he hadn't a any idea what he was supposed to do.

  Becky slipped into the control chair, slipped the safety belts around her waist and started up the engines with the flick of five switches. "This is my ship, the Appala. So if we're all ready?"

  "Hit it," John snapped.

  The Appala hovered for a couple of seconds, and then blasted from the moon and into deep space.

  "If this is your ship," Isralla gasped, "what were you doing in the club?"

  "Look, I'm just wharf rat," Becky sighed. "My family were all good spacers, but bad business men. I was born begging handouts from rich passengers. All I have is my face and no morals, have you any idea how much I get paid for one night's work? Enough to keep the Appala going for a month."

  "I thought you were a slave!" Isralla gasped in outrage.

  "I'm a performance artist," Becky insisted. "I control the whole show, and enjoy it."

  "You realise what this means Ralla?" John sighed.

  She freed the belt from Becky's waist and pulled her away from the controls, snapping the cuffs behind her back, and then the ankle straps until the girl lay hogtied on the cabin floor. "It means Becky that you were working for the enemy, and therefore can't be trusted. And that you will spend the rest of the trip blindfolded."

  "But I've still got the inserts working away," Becky gasped in horror. "Let me turn them off."

  "We can't take the risk," John said sadly. "We don't understand the technology, and you might have a locator built in. Look on the bright side, you'll enjoy it," he laughed.

  Favian stopped the combat-car half way to the crater's wall, and jumped out as though it was broken.

  The crowd saw them fleeing on foot and resumed the chase.

  As the crowd ran past the car and on even further to the dawdling Marines the Janus raised her indirect fire weapons, and unleashed a swarm of missiles and cannon shells at the crowd, which promptly ceased to exist.

  Only the Warriors still lived, surrounded by globes of impregnable force.

  As the Janus moved out on her tracks the Marines walked back
towards the Warriors, drawing weapons and grinning.

  Enryn fired a burst of wooden darts at the first Warrior, but the first few were out of range and skipped off his shield. It was only at about ten feet that her dart past through the shield with enough force to hit the Warrior, the man stumbled to his feet gasping blood.

  Ace drew a sword of LySeelel design and sliced through his victim with a single blow.

  Favian ran his short sword into his opponent, killing him in a split second.

  With inspiration Bellona cast her short sword hilt first at the Warrior, hitting his head and he slumped to the ground, his armored globe shutting off.

  The last two died in a hail of darts.

  John called over the comlink, "Situation resolved here, but we've a lot of refugees and there's a ship heading this way, so beat it back to the Texas. We've stolen a ship and will meet you there."

  "Okay John," Ace replied. "We got a few dead Warriors and a live one, do you want us to bring them?"

  "Ison and Eileen will be delighted. See you soon."

  They boarded the Janus, dropping the Warriors into stasis body bags, especially the live one, and made sure the sisters were strapped down. Then the Janus converted back into a ship and blasted from the moon, heading for the FTL section that was even now heading to pick them up.

  They joined up with the Apalla just seconds before a vast explosion wracked the base and then the moon.

  As the Janus docked with the drive unit and was about to flee into hyperspace the entire moon began to twist out of reality, crumbling and folding in on its self time after time until there was nothing left but a few grains of dust.

  Becky saw the moon vanish before her eyes, just before John slipped the blindfold around her face and pushed a ball gag into her mouth.

  "That was Isralla getting mad," Enryn gasped. "She must have seen things there that we did not."

  "She destroyed an entire moon out of piqué," Bellona gasped in shock. "Could even lady Gyor have done that?"

  "Oh yes," Ace laughed, "but she'd have done it with more style."

  "She'd probably have twisted it into a pretty shape and signed her name with a few stars," Enryn laughed.

  The medic was checking out the sisters, treating their more recent scars as Enryn rooted through the FTL ship's stores, finding enough material to make two green strip dresses for them, and some para-cord to wrap twice around their waists and knot on their left hips.

  The sisters slipped happily into the dresses and tied them firmly with ceremonial knots. "Rina and Tina we are called lady. You know who we are?"

  "Yes my sisters, I am Enryn, and I'm sure we shall have a lot to discuss on the Texas."

  "One who stands! Then fortunate are we to have found you."

  "You wish to follow custom, or be free?" Enryn chuckled.

  "Our lives were saved fairly, by those who did not wish to profit," Rina gasped. "They even tried to leave us behind."

  "We will serve if they wish it," Tina insisted.

  "This is your choice, made freely and fairly?" Ace asked. "No one will force you to serve. If you wish we will look after you until you can find a life of your own."

  "The choice is made, at least until we understand them," Rina sighed.

  "Right," Enryn sighed, "here's how this is going to work. First, whatever you do, don't explain, let them find out the hard way. We'll have you assigned to clean their quarters, and you can take it from there."

  Ace mused, "They are both sergeants, so I can get Rosa to fix them up with a small suite, say three double bedrooms. For a job well done."

  Enryn laughed, "Rina, Tina, whatever you do don't scare them. Seduce them gently, they are a bit provincial."

  "But good foke," Ace laughed. "I'm starting to like them."

  "If we turn them over to June, she'll probably get them married with the rest of us," Enryn sighed.

  "So that's the plan is it?" Ace laughed. "That way we all get to honeymoon at the same time, and report back for duty on the same day."

  "Typical!" Enryn chuckled.

  "I'm sure the Marine Corps could learn a lot from June," Ace sighed. "The next thing you know we'll be making love and giving birth on command!"

  "Once a Marine always a Marine," she laughed. "I'll bet she's going to offer the Titanic for the honeymoon."

  "If she thinks we're going to be happy in space after this!" Ace gasped. "I was thinking of a nice quiet beach."

  "And we'll have them, by the planet load."

  Back at the Texas Favian and Bellona were shown to their joint quarters by Rosa, who had gotten quite creative about why two sergeants had to share. They were reluctant to be alone together following some the disgusting things they had been ordered to do by their former master, and were used to living in barracks, but then they found Rina and Tina cooking and cleaning the apartment, and started to get more enthusiastic about bunking together.

  It was a week later that the sisters formally tied their sashes on their right hips, which in their custom was virtually declaring they were married to the couple they served. Even if Favian and Bellona didn't yet know they were a couple.

  When Enryn and Ace finally made it back home they found Rosa holding a packed suitcase and ready to leave them.

  They had only shared love the once and then Gyor's interference had gotten in the way, and she was terrified of being left alone and forgotten. They resolved the situation by binding Rosa to their bed and making love to her for a solid week, when Ace and Enryn were sleeping or on duty Fae took over with enthusiasm.

  It was only during the marathon bout of making love that they found Rosa was blessed with more that her fair share of pleasure points, and could have multiple orgasms at the same time. Thanks to Biroid engineering and a master who was too busy to please her the old fashioned way.

  Rosa was crying with unendurable joy when they freed her a week later, all doubts had long since fled, she belonged to them as much as they belonged to her.

  "I'm one out of four point two billion," she gasped as they freed her. "Out of all that number I'm the only one who deserved you both."

  "Someday Gyor's going to make a mistake," Ace sighed.

  "If so," Enryn gasped, "I hope it's not in this Universe."

  "She might blow it up!"

  The Percivals held another ball, and invited the command staff. Enryn chose her little black dress again, and had fun persuading Bellona to wear her first dress. Soon Enryn, Sal and Ceri were busy turning the six foot Marine into a woman for the first time in her life.

  The result stunned Favian in to stammering as he escorted her to the ball. Sal and Ceri were also invited, at Gyor's request. The Mage had forgiven En-eta after about a week, and neither had been seen much while the Janus was away.

  Gyor had always been protective of En-eta, assuming the slave was in need of shelter, but now she escorted her around the ball with pride, as one free person to another, and it seemed that their might be another couple at the mass wedding June was planning.

  Ace and Enryn glided around the ball with confidence, having earned the right through combat. Rosa's position supervising the Marine Base had earned her the right to be there, and Fae were also invited, to round off the family.

  But John and Enryn surprised every one by introducing the two children they had first met in a cage, and were now giving serious thoughts to adopting, a four year old brother and sister with dark hair and grey eyes. They were ship children, but had been kidnapped very young or bred in captivity, and never named. At least not yet.

  The girl Jina was pregnant with their first child, not John's first child, the joint family's first child, and she was looking after the twins with pleasure. The fact that he could have a child with Jina wasn't a real surprise, but it was good news to Enryn and Ace, the big surprise was that the Ship people predated humanity by millions of years. And still no-one knew where they were from or where their ships were going. Rina and Tina only knew that their ship was immense and that it travell
ed between the stars in stasis, only entering real time near stars, as they searched for something so profound it was never mentioned to the passengers. They could remember the ship being boarded by pirates when the stasis field failed, and a few hundred being taken captive before they were forced off.

  Many of the officers were surprised that Isralla showed no jealousy towards Jina, for they had always considered her to be a slave. But to Isralla Jina was a much loved sister or even second wife, and her love had also been blessed by the Lady of Yag-Urth. It would be hundreds of years before the Mage was ready to have children of her own, and so she welcomed the new family with open arms.

  The officers were asked to consider looking after some of the kids rescued from the moon base. There was no other way to take care of them, the Texas didn't have a orphanage or institution, just a lot of loving people.

  Jina did surprise them again by bringing Becky, still in her black outfit and steaming from days of none stop pleasure due to her purring inserts.

  "She knows a lot that we don't," Isralla insisted, "and I'm going to have a few words with her."

  "You've gone from a part time slave to a full time one for the rest of your life," Gyor insisted.

  "You don't mind Mum," Isralla asked shyly.

  "It's not up to me love, you're a married woman now, but I'm sure John will forgive you."

  "It's just that we free slaves," John sighed. "This is the first time we've ever enslaved a free woman."

  "John," Gyor laughed, "if you don't take her, I will!"

  Isralla laughed and started to undress Becky, leaving her wrists clipped to the wide collar, then peeling off the shiny suit and removing her boots. Then Becky could only stand before her masters held by her ankles and wrists as the implants whirred away, washing her mind with unendurable lust.

  She removed the inserts from groin and nipple, slapping the girl back to reality. Becky could only gasp in shock on finding herself surrounded by grinning strangers.