“We must wait for Dr. Banca and the others, and put it to a vote.”
“It is not a question of should we or should we not,” Striker said grimly. “We will move, if we want to survive.”
“What gives you the right to decide what we do?” Remington challenged him.
Striker glared at him. This man will be trouble, he thought, I should have never allowed him to be part of this mission. He’s belligerent, doesn’t give a damn about protocol and cares only about himself. And he is armed. “I am the team leader,” he said calmly, “and responsible for the safety of this team.”
“You have no authority over any of us,” Remington growled. “You and the pilot are the only military personnel here. Don’t try to give us orders!”
“I am not giving any orders, Remington. I am only telling you how it is!” It was Striker’s turn to growl. “You can stay behind, if you want to die. The choice is yours.”
“Come on, you two. The last thing we need now is dissention.” Striker was surprised at the sharpness in Breanna’s voice. “We need a leader, somebody who is best qualified to judge our situation. I am behind Lieutenant Striker. I say we follow his suggestion. For now. Later, we can always choose another leader.”
“I say we wait for Dr. Banca,” Andrea Liss said. “He’ll know what to do.”
Chapter Eight
Alpha Colony
The two satellites were on their upward journey in the star-speckled sky. Tom inhaled deeply, aware of the strong, heady fragrance in the crisp air. He passed the recreational pool, walked over the narrow bridge that crossed the stream and headed for the women’s bathing place.
Small waterfalls connected a series of ponds. One of these pools was hidden among thick, tall bushes. The women claimed it for themselves. There they would bath and swim nude, away from the men’s prying eyes.
When Tom stepped into the small clearing, he heard gentle splashing. A naked female figure rose from the calm dark water and came toward him. He watched in fascination as she climbed onto shore, admired her slim body, the small cone-shaped breasts jutting from her narrow ribcage. When she turned he noticed her plump round buttocks. Black skin reflected the bright yellow light of the moons. She seemed to have seen him, because she started walking toward him.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” a soft voice said beside him.
He turned, startled. “Sister Angela,” he stammered, “I didn’t see you when I arrived.”
She laughed softly. “I was leaning against that big tree over there. I watched you come.”
“This is Naomi,” Sister Angela said, turned toward the girl and took her hand. “Come, step into the light, let Brother Thomas have a look.”
The girl faced the pale light of the moons. Tom stared at her small juvenile breasts, the way they tilted upwards, the short brown nipples. His gaze wandered down her flat belly, it came to rest on her thick, curly black triangle. There was an odd stirring in his loins. “I don’t understand,” he said, looking at Sister Angela.
“Look closer. Touch her belly.”
Tom reached out, gingerly put his finger against the girl’s hip, and trailed it across the satiny skin of her belly. A tingling sensation in his finger made him jerk away.
“Go closer and look at her groin.” Sister Angela’s voice was tight. Tom felt her hand on his arm, it seemed clammy, hot.
He knelt in front of the girl, peered at the black, curly thatch of hair. There was a shiny, transparent film covering the girl’s vulva, part of her belly and the inside of her thighs. He needed to put his face real close to notice the gently pulsating ripples.
“What is that?” he asked, perplexed, looking up at Sister Angela. The breath caught in his throat.
She had removed her black robe, stood naked in front of him. The veil of her blonde hair covered half her face, part of her shoulders. Like a serpent trying to escape, her pink tongue darted between her white teeth.
His numb mind registered the beautifully shaped full round breasts, her flat belly and gently flaring hips. He also noticed the thin gelatin film that covered her slim inner thighs, part of her lower belly, and the golden curls of her pubic hair.
“Touch it!” she commanded with a shaky voice.
He obeyed, didn’t jerk back when he felt the soft vibration run through his fingers. Moving them in a circular motion around her swollen vulva, he wasn’t aware when he began to rub her slit.
A moan escaped from Sister Angela’s lips. “Oh, Brother Thomas.” Her voice sounded husky, breathless.
His finger slipped into her, his lips touched her smooth white belly. Urgent hands began to tug on his trousers, pulled them down. He felt gentle fingers curl around his painful erection, stroking him gently.
“Take her,” a voice whispered into his ear. “Go on and take her.”
His lips moved up, fastened on swollen nipples, a soft neck and closed on a warm open mouth. He put his hands under her taut buttocks and lifted up. Slim arms went around his neck, strong legs wrapped around his torso. Then he slid into tight, hot moistness.
Sister Angela was light, but after awhile his legs began to shake. He moved toward the tree, pressed her back against the soft, resilient bark. She cried out softly when he thrust deeper into her. “Put me onto the ground,” she breathed.
Sinking to his knees beside the tree, he fell forward, his penis still inside the woman’s belly. Her legs opened wider, her buttocks lifted off the ground as she met his powerful thrusts.
Tom felt a warm body on top of him, felt it move with him as he rocked between Sister Angela’s clutching thighs. “I can’t wait much longer,” the breathless voice of Naomi whispered into his ear, her hot breath caressing his neck. She slipped from him, pulled him off Sister Angela. Rolling onto his back, he watched the girl straddle him. Hovering above him, she grabbed his erect penis, guided it into her black curly thatch. Tight, moist softness slid over his swollen glans; for a moment there was slight resistance, and then with a cry he slid into another hot, incredibly soft and narrow sheath.
His eyes were glued to the young woman’s small, but shapely conical breasts as she writhed above him. The light from the moons seemed brighter now, and her body became a black silhouette against the starlit sky.
Naomi, he thought, her name is Naomi. He’d seen her before, she was one of the young women in Sister Angela’s small convent. He was having sexual intercourse with a future nun! And Sister Angela! He’d practically raped her, and after she trusted him. He was responsible for her breaking her vows. He was The Great Despoiler, the serpent in the Garden of Eden!
He would burn forever.
But it was pretty clear that neither Sister Angela nor Naomi had been innocent virgins. It also became clear that young Naomi was quite an expert when it came to using her body in the performance of the sex act. She let her inner muscles ripple along the length of his penis in a way that betrayed her innocence.
He heard a splash from the pool. Turning his head, he saw Sister Angela disappear in the black water. Then he felt Naomi leave him, freeing his stiff pole. She knelt beside him, plump buttocks facing him. White teeth flashed in her black face. Slapping her left buttock gently, she looked at him with large, brown eyes. Getting up, he moved behind her, put his hard mast against her soft buttocks and pushed it between her spread thighs. An electrifying tingling sensation ran through his body, and then he slid past her thick labia and entered her hot interior.
She clenched her inner muscles, trapping him inside her. Then she began milking him fiercely by pumping her lower body. He grabbed her slim hips, thrust deep into her demanding sex organ. It wasn’t long before he felt the coming of a tremendous climax. He let it built up, and then with a hoarse cry he exploded, spilling his seed into Naomi’s young womb.
She quivered in his grasp, arched her back and cried out as a spasm ran through her body. He sensed movement beside him. Gentle hands pulled him backward and pushed him onto his back. There were figures surrounding him. The
pale moonlight reflected off naked female bodies. Young female bodies. Nubile breasts and slim bodies silhouetted against the sky.
He recognized a face above him. Sister Angela. “Do not be afraid, Brother Thomas. It is as it should be.” Her voice was soothing, husky. “Tonight destiny will be fulfilled.”
One of the girls approached carrying a mug; she pressed it against Tom’s lips. He tasted bittersweet liquid.
“Drink from the nectar,” Sister Angela whispered. Swallowing it, he became aware of the strong fragrance in the air, he also recognized the liquid. It tasted just like the herbal tea Ho Ling offered him. Not unpleasant, but it left a lingering, strange after taste. He became aware of the painful erection he started sprouting.
Sister Angela pushed him flat onto his back. “Save your seed for me, Brother Thomas,” she whispered against his ear.
A slim body straddled him, soft hands grabbed his aching penis. Once more he felt the slight resistance as his organ entered a young vagina. Smooth, soft walls closed around his shaft and took him deep inside. Waves of pleasure radiated through his body. He wanted to dig his fingers into those flashing narrow hips, wanted to pull them deeper into his lap, but strong hands held his arms pinned to the ground.
Suddenly he was free, but only for a moment. Another pair of legs straddled his body, another tight, but incredibly soft vice enveloped him; smooth hips pumped violently above him.
They took turns. How many of those young demanding vaginas descended upon him he didn’t know. There was continues pleasure. Finally there came a point where the built-up pressure grew so strong, he knew an eruption was near. “Now!” he called out hoarsely.
The girl above him lifted off, hands propelled him toward a woman who was lying on her back with her legs spread wide open. He fell between them, and with a loud sob he thrust into her soft sheath. She felt moist and warm and accepted him eagerly. After a few strokes he erupted with tremendous force.
A deep, bellowing sound blended with the ecstatic cries of a woman. He thought his climaxing would never stop. Fluid kept gushing from him, and his penis seemed enormous inside Sister Angela’s slight body.
There came a low chanting coming from a dozen female throats, but he was only dimly aware of it. When it was finally over, he collapsed into the woman’s arms. He lay there for a long time, his penis still hard, still tingling, still inside Sister Angela. When he began to move again, she struggled beneath him, gently, but forcefully pushed him off. “You gave me what I needed,” she said, “tomorrow night you will put your seeds into another of my Angels. You are The Chosen One, Brother Thomas.”
Suddenly he was alone, desire still strong, and unsatisfied. Between his legs his penis strutted into the darkening sky.
The two satellites once again finished their journey and disappeared behind the treetops. The pond went silent, but the heady fragrance lingered in the air. A tree-frog drummed nearby. In the distance, a swamp-tiger roared its challenge. A flock of owls crossed in front of the third moon’s reddish disk.
Shaking his head, he lay there, staring at the placid waters. There was no evidence that anybody had been here. Did he dream the whole thing?
A sound from the direction of the nearby bushes made him turn his head. Someone started coming down the path, entered the clearing. It was Anina. She seemed startled when she saw him. “What are you doing here at the women’s bath place?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he answered, sat up, and wiped his forehead.
She saw his erection, smiled. “Who’s that for?”
He grinned, suddenly embarrassed, shrugged. “I was having a dream.”
“It seems to be going around.” She slipped out of her robe, stood naked. She seemed younger, more vibrant. He stared at her breasts, they looked fuller, rounder. What made him think they were beginning to sag? “You’re beautiful,” he said.
She smiled. “I’m going for a swim.”
He watched as she ran toward the water, watched her fleshy, but solid round buttocks rotate gently beneath smooth skin. She dove in, swam a short distance, and then sank under the surface. Her head bobbed up close to shore. She climbed out of the water, a beautiful naked nymph. Shaking her hair, she came running back toward him, laughing and dripping water.
Straddling him, she stood above him for a moment. Between her legs something glittered, reflecting the reddish light of the moon. Sinking lower, she impaled herself on his rigid mast. An electric shock went through him as her soft walls closed around his penis, waves of pleasure stabbed into his brain. A soft sigh escaped her open lips. She lifted her arms skyward, her face turned toward the pond, her smooth forehead creased into a frown and her eyes took on a far away look, as if she were listening to something only she could hear.
Tom watched her face, watched the frown turn into a smile, and then his gaze wandered down to her beautiful breasts, to her flat rippling belly and fastened on the spot where their bodies were joined. Her pelvis moved furiously in his lap, with every downward thrust she repeatedly took him deep into her.
His hands reached up, his fingers dug into her soft breasts. Then, as an orgasm shook her body, he emptied himself into her; and even though he came twice already, there was no diminishing of pleasure.
When they were finished, she smiled down at him, lifted off. He closed his eyes, heard her walk back to the pond, listened to the splashing of water.
“Come,” she said after awhile, “let’s go home.”
Chapter Nine
Exploration Team Delta
Fortunately, Dr. Banca proved to be a reasonable man and saw it the same way Striker did. Remington grumbled, but acknowledged that it was in the best interest of everyone to move.
Since this was an exploration vessel, there were plenty of tools and equipment to give the shipwrecked a fair chance at survival.
Even though everyone carried a med-kit Dr. Liss insisted they take along the shuttle’s Computerized Medical Doctor. The CMD would be able to diagnose and treat most medical ailments, including performing simple operations. Dr. Liss packed it onto the Air-Floater, along with some of the heavier equipment. Breanna and Monaca were put in charge of the floater.
The terrain was rough. Boulders, deep crevices, and ravines made traveling treacherous, and sometimes nearly impossible. Slippery lichens on the ground added to the danger. Low shrubbery and stunted, sprawling trees didn’t provide much cover from the elements. They made good progress until late afternoon, when a thunderstorm hit. It roared unlike any storm any one of them ever experienced, except for Dr. Banca, who spent five years in a research station on the fourth planet in the Alpha Centaury system. That one had been, according to him, a savage, cruel world, much more rugged than this planet.
They found shelter underneath a rock shelf that looked almost like a cave, damp and cold, but it provided protection from the storm.
The temperature dropped, it began hailing, large chunks of ice-balls fell from the black, thundering sky. Huddling around a couple of small heaters, they made themselves as comfortable as possible. It looked like their first day came to an end.
The storm lasted all night and most of the next day. Torrents of raging water ran past them from above, and they considered themselves lucky to have found this protected place.
Looking out at the rolling, dark clouds Monaca Vargas turned to Breanna and said, “I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life on this planet. I wish I had gone to Nu-Eden. My family will be wondering what happened to me if I don’t come back in five years as I told them I would.”
“Sometimes I wonder what it was that possessed me to want to go to the colonies to search out new frontiers,” Breanna sighed.
“Why did you?”
Breanna shrugged. “I am a xenologist. I study alien life forms. You know I had a chance to go to Sirius V, but I didn’t think it was adventurous enough, not enough excitement.”
“I hope you’re happy, now,” Rhea Rosetti remarked sneeringly. “This should be enough exc
itement for you.”
“Oh, shut up!” Breanna hissed. “I’ve just about had enough of your sarcasm.”
“Ladies, ladies,” Dr. Banca said soothingly. “We are all in this together. If we want to survive, we cannot afford to quarrel with each other. As a unity we have a chance, divided we may all die. Every member of this team is important, so, please, be nice to each other.” He looked at Remington who was busy cleaning his gun. It was not one of those modern lasers the military used, but an old-fashioned pistol that fired titanium bullets. “Are you expecting to shoot someone, Mr. Remington?”
The big man looked up from his activity and grinned. “You never know. Let’s just say, I like to be ready for anything that may cross my path.”
“Just make sure you aim that antic thing in the right direction when you fire it. I’d hate to be hit by a stray bullet.”
Striker, who had quietly been listening and watching, padded his own sidearm. “I think Mr. Remington should leave the shooting to the professionals,” he said.
Remington made a sound in his throat. It sounded like the challenging growl of a large cat. “I am a professional, Mr. Striker,” he said. “Just because you are military doesn’t mean you can best me.”
Striker smiled. “Who said anything about besting, Mr. Remington? There is no contest here. Dr. Banca is right, we have to stick together.”
“Like some kind of family, I suppose,” Remington growled.
“That’s right,” Dr. Banca said. “Like a big family, because that is what we are, a family of humans, a new tribe on an unknown, possibly hostile planet.”
“Well.” Remington grinned, pushed a full clip into the handle of his gun. “I am here to protect my family.” He looked at Striker. “Against anything.”
Striker walked away. He surveyed the water-drenched terrain. Studying the small rivers that the flood of water created, he decided against breaking camp. It would be too dangerous to start climbing now. So far, most of the way the decline had been gradual, but he didn’t know what lay ahead, and they had less than four hours of daylight left. Not enough time to cover a lot of distance and to find adequate shelter for the night.
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