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  Ryan saw an almost embarrassed look on Shayiza’s face when she raised her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her cum wet hand. He smiled and pulled her to him, bringing her reluctant lips to his and forcing his tongue into her mouth.

  Ryan smiled up at her, his chin dripping with her juice. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then he got up from the bed and went over to the nightstand. He removed something from the drawer.

  For an instant Shayiza felt panic; that’s where he put the pistol.

  When he turned around, he held up a condom and looked at Shayiza with a question on his face. Ryan saw relief and a moment of indecision in her eyes before she slowly shook her head no. With a smile, Ryan threw the condom back into the draw and crawled onto the bed, taking her into his arms.

  Shayiza moaned as Ryan kissed her lips gently. She trembled, as she tasted herself for the first time in her young life. She moaned and sucked his wet lips between her own and felt the now familiar throbbing between her legs again.

  When their lips finally parted, Ryan moved downward until he was sucking her hard nipples. He worked on one and then moved to the other, sucking like a baby and leaving his saliva shining on the swollen tip. He spent a long time working on her soft mounds of flesh. When he was done, they were heaving and blotched with red from his late evening whisker growth. He squeezed them in his strong hands, enjoying molding the soft flesh.

  Finally, Ryan could take no more—he had to have her. He pulled back and looked down at the pretty woman again. She was almost shaking with need. Her legs were spread showing that her well-eaten vagina was ready for more. Then he crawled between her legs. He knelt there with his penis throbbing with need. Slowly, he lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders. He slid forward, bringing the swollen head of his penis to the entrance of her vagina. When he touched the sensitive lips, he felt Shayiza hunch downward, trying to get him inside. He pulled back, teasing her until he couldn’t take anymore himself. Holding her legs up, he moved forward. As the head of his penis slipped slowly inside, Shayiza moaned and closed her eyes in pleasure. Ryan watched as his hard flesh was eaten up by the pretty woman’s warm and tight vagina. Then, it was his turn to moan when he saw that all but two inches of his penis was inside her. However, he knew better than to force himself into her. Some women could take all of him and some couldn’t.

  Slowly, Ryan began to pull himself out, watching the pink lips try to hold him inside. Then he pushed back in as Shayiza groaned in excitement. With each thrust, his penis went in a little deeper until finally, his pubic hair was touching hers. She had taken all of him and was gasping for breath. Ryan waited, letting her adjust. Gradually, he began to move until he was sliding in and out at a slow but steady pace.

  Shayiza reached up and pulled Ryan down until he was lying on top of her. She kissed his lips passionately, almost eating him. Then her hips began to push up into him. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was so wrong but felt so right. This was the first real man she had been with since she got capturedfive years ago. Before that she had only had one other lover. Based on how she felt right now, this wouldn’t be the last.

  Ryan began to move in and out slowly at first, building speed. Soon he began to pound into her. He felt her arms tighten around his neck and her legs wrap around his waist. With each push his balls slapped her ass cheeks, creating an echo around the room and splattering her copious juice on their thighs. A smile came to his lips as he worked the married lady to a sexual frenzy.

  Finally, Shayiza lost it. “Oh God, fuck me!” she screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her hips moved up to meet every downward plunge. She felt incredibly full and stretched. Shayiza knew how large he was, however she wasn’t aware of how much of him she had taken inside until she felt his balls on her ass cheeks. Her body began to tremble as she raced toward another climax.

  “Oh God baby,” Ryan moaned, “I can’t take much more.”

  “Yes, cum… cum in meeee!!!” Shayiza screamed as another climax rushed through her.

  Ryan felt his testicles tighten as his climax neared. “Ahhhhhh!!!” he groaned as his pent up sperm rushed down the shaft. With great force, his scalding semen shot into her willing hole, splattering against the warm walls and filling her to overflow.

  Shayiza felt as if she might pass out when she felt another man’s sperm pour into her hole. The feeling of such forbidden pleasure was too much for her as she swooned into unconsciousness.

  It had been a long time since Ryan had been to bed with a woman that was as sex starved as Shayiza seemed to be. When he finished climaxing, he fell to the bed and then realized that she had lost consciousness. He debated waking her up in case she had to get home. However, he decided to let her sleep and gently pulled the sheet over the two of them.

  Now, it was morning and Ryan was wide-awake and watching her suck his penis. She did it as if she truly enjoyed it. In fact, it was almost as if he didn’t exist, he thought as he watched her lick his large shaft.

  Shayiza was lost in her own world as she enjoyed licking the swollen flesh in her fist. She felt a little guilty about how many times she had climaxed last night when he had only had one. However, if she admitted the truth, she was still being selfish. She loved giving oral sex! It was such a thrill for her to feel a penis pulsing in her mouth. She had probably done it for her clients a hundred times. It was so incredibly exciting to work him up to a frenzy and then feel his balls tighten a second before he sent his juice hurtling up the shaft and into her waiting mouth. Now, she was almost trembling at the thought of swallowing the contents of this stranger's balls.

  When Shayiza felt Ryan move, she looked up and saw that his eyes were open and that there was a contented smile on his face. She moaned in response and continued to suck him, using her hand to work up and down the shaft. Soon, she felt his balls begin to tighten under her hand and knew that he was close to a climax. She squeezed her thighs together in excitement as she prepared for his sperm.

  THREE

  She was beautiful in an exotic way. Humanoid, but with blue skin, and bright yellow pupils. Her ears were pointed upwards, And a short tail flickered behind her. She had supple breasts, with darker blue nipples that stood erect. Her hair was done in braids, and a loincloth covered her sex. She lifted out her hand to me. I took it, and stroked the four fingers.

  "I see you, Ryan Sawyer." She said. "You have come to me.

  "I see you, Shayiza." I said, returning her greeting. "We should be leaving now."

  "Not yet." She said. "I have waited a long time for this moment. We can stay a while longer." She leaned forward, and kissed me. She stroked my hair, and told me her story.

  She was from a planet in the Alpha Centauri system, one of the first to be colonized. A mineral was found that was quite rare in the Terran system, or in the outer belt. One that was necessary for space travel. The world had been strip mined, systimatically ripped apart.

  Her people had been relocated from one place to the next. When they attempted to fight back, they were ruthlessly put down. Their sacred places had been torn apart. The colonist embarked in a shock and awe campaign, to discourage any resistance. Children were killed.

  Eventually so much of the mineral had been torn out of the world that the atmosphere destabilized. Plants and animals died. Mounstrous storms developed. Most of the colonist left, having gotten all the could from the mining. A small number of her tribe escaped off world, helped by a scientific contigent that had studied her people while the colonist killed their planet. Off that number, a few were put into small reservations on Earth. More were in her position, sold into underground slavery, for prostitution or other entertainment.

  I kissed her hand. "Its over now." I said. "Were getting out of here. Ive got us a flight with smugglers for an outer colony world, on the far side of the Verse. The corporation wont be able to reach us there."

  "My Ryan." She looked at me. "So brave. That you would do all this for me."

  "I
love you." I told her. It was true, I did.

  She got up quickly and lefted her mattress. Underneath was a Unitologist robe. She quickly put it on, covering herself.

  "Where did you get that?" I asked.

  "A priest visits me sometimes." She said. "He mostly wishes me to pretend I was a child. I agreed, in order to secure this clothing." I grimaced inwardly. My fault for asking.

  She moved quickly for the door, and brought out a small tech pad. Red code flickered on the screen, and she hacked her way past the door lock, which opened with a hiss. We stepped outside into the tunnel. I brought out my pistol. I hoped that the bartender had been all bluff, and wouldn't put up a fight. I didn't feel like killing anybody today, and I really didn't want Shayiza getting hit by a stray bullet.

  Yelling and fighting sounded from the bar above. Something crashed to the ground, in a pile of chairs. "Trouble." I said. "Stay down here, I'll check it out."

  She pulled back on my hand, into another open mouthed kiss. "Come back to me." She said. I walked up the staircase, and pushed open the door.

  The drunk that had been giving me trouble from before was on the ground. Blood was pouring out of his nose, and he was moaning slightly. He appeared unconscious. The remains of one of the bar chairs was scattered around his feet. When I saw who did it, my blood went cold. Sitting on the table was first sergeant post.

  "Well hello there, corporal." He said. "Time you and I had a chat."

  FOUR

  The first sergeant was dressed in a pair of ACU fautigue pants, and a tank top. He was tanned and scarred as I remembered him. The muscles in his arms bulged as he lifted the whiskey shot to his mouth, and slammed it back.

  "What happened to him?" I asked, pointing to the drunk."

  "Another dumbass colonist." Post said. "Doesnt know how to respect a man in uniform. I tried playing friendly, and he didnt want to." He made a fist. "So I played rough."

  "Arent you a little old to be getting in barfights?" I asked.

  "You watch your mouth, youngster." He said. "I may not be as good as I was at your age, but I can still take you to school." He pushed over a shot of bourbon. I took it back. It burned in my throat, and I coughed.

  "Hurts, dont it?" Post grinned. "I dont know where these martians brew this crap. Probably leave some rotten fruit in a paint bucket to dry out in an air vent. I asked for Jack Daniels, and this is what they pass of to me. Can you believe that shit?" He shook his head. "I tell you, Sawyer, these colonist need to be taught another lesson. Half of them are traitors, anyway. Earth won that war, and they need a reminder every chance they get."

  "If you say so." I said.

  "I do, son. I do. Another round, Lloyd." He told the bartender. "What brings you to Mars?" He asked me.

  "Im catching a flight to the outer rim." I said.

  "No shit. Going to become a dirt farmer? What wrong with being a Terran?"

  "Too crowded. Too many rules. I figured I'd try my hand at starting fresh."

  "Well, that wont work." Post said. "Im here to take you back."

  "Back? Back where?" I said, already knowing the answer.

  "Back where you belong." Post took another shot of whiskey. "Back to the Corps. We need men like you."

  "Youve got plenty of volunteers." I said. "Lot of kids want to try their hand at playing Space Marine."

  "And their all green as grass." Post said. "Almost half of them end up dead after their first combat mission." He leaned in close. "The wars gone bad, Ryan. The Chimerans have gotten mean- real mean- and theyve gotten smart, too. I've got a squad thats headed out from this very station, and I need you with them."

  "No thanks." I told him. "Ive done my tours. Im out."

  "I could pull your discharge papers." Post said. "Stop-loss you. You would have to come back, then."

  "Not without a fight, old man." I said, narrowing my eyes. Post returned my stare, with the same hard look in his face. Then he broke off, and laughed, thumping my shoulder.

  "Im only fucking with your ass." He said, lifting a shot glass. "Heres to you, Corporal Sawyer. I hope you farm the best fucking dirt in the galaxy." I sipped at the whiskey with him. I would have to drink, but Shayiza and I still had a chance. Post would leave, eventually.

  "By the way." Post said. "I hope you'll stick around for the entertainment." He waved toward the door. "Come on in, guys." Two Martian securty forces walked in, and my heart sank in my stomach.

  "Whats all this?" I asked.

  Post pointed at the bartender. "Apparentely, old Lloyd here has been mixed up in some dirty business." He said. "Exploiting a protected nonhuman species. For prostitution purposes, if you can believe that." He laughed, an ugly sound. "Why anyone would risk sticking their pecker into an Alien is beyond me. I hear shes real purty, though." He leaned in close, fixing me with that ice blue stare. "All those messages you sent to that piece of tail? On a corporate line? We got every one. Real cute little plan, running off to the outer rim, starting a little interspecies family. But that aint going to cut it."

  I lowered my eyes to the table. "What are you going to do?" I asked.

  "Im going to offer you a deal." Post said. "Either you come with me, willingly, and join this deployment to Chimera, or you spend the next thirty years in a Lunar Prison, in a very small cell."

  "What happens to her?" I asked.

  "If you come with me? She'll be fine." Post said. "Ive got a nice little reservation in South America she can go to. Same climate as her home world. She'll be with her own kind, and I garauntee she'll be happy as a pig in shit."

  "And if I dont?"

  "If you choose not to serve your planet, Corporal, than that piece of alien poon you have all those warm fuzzies for is going to spend the rest of a brief life as a corporate guinea pig. After they get through with her, she'll be chopped up into a million little pieces, and experimented on some more. You wont have anything to write letters back to, from your little jail cell."

  I had no choice.

  "I'll do it." I said.

  Post reached in, and took the gun from inside my jacket. "I'll just hold on to that." He said. The security forces stood me up, and frisked me down. They added a chain around my waist, and put my wrist in iron restraints.

  "So you dont get any ideas," Post said.

  The other one went behind the door, and came back with Shayiza. Her head was held high and proud, under her unitologist robe.

  "Im sorry." I told her.

  "Sorry?" She said. "It appears they have us both."

  FIVE

  One any colonial world the best looking building is almost always going to be the spaceport, and Mars was no exception. It was done in towering white steel and glass, giving a, enthusiastic veneer to any tourist or businessman coming in, while at the same time, lifting the spirits of anyone leaving their home for parts unknown. I was filled with sadness and rage at the sight of it. I was supposed to be leaving here with Shayiza, for our new life. Instead I was being dragged back to war. A war I did not believe in, or care about. A unitologist priest came toward me.

  "Do you know how the Verse was created?" He said.

  "Piss off." I muttered.

  "You do your soul damage!" He screamed. He shoved a tract into the hands of a recruit in front of me. "Read this! The Chimeran are the masters of the universe! They are our lawful masters! Prepare yourselves!"

  Two security officers showed up, and dragged the priest away, kicking and screaming.

  The recruit balled up the tract in his fist. "Why did they even let this guy on planet?" He asked.

  "Freedom of religion, kid." I said. "Look it up. Its an old Terran right."

  The recruit squinted at me. Eighteen was the age you could enlist, and he looked a few years shy of that, the kind of baby face that has never seen a razor, and only recently stopped seeing zit cream. "Your from Earth?" He said. "Why are you chained up like that? Are you going to prison."

  "Something like that." I reached out my hand, as much as I could. "
Corporal Ryan Sawyer, Terran Marine Corps. I'm headed to Chimera."

  He shook my hand with a weak, greasy, grip. "Me too." He said. "Whats your MOS?"

  Hundreds of years ago some general somewhere decided to replace good, common sense words with acronyms that sound like gibberish. MOS meant Military Occupational Specialty, which was a mouthful when you just meant job. "0311." I said, giving him the code. "Infantry." I added.

  "I wanted to be a grunt." He said. "My dad said he wouldnt sign for me if I did. I'm in motor transportation."

  "Your dads a smart man." I said. "Was he in the service?"

  The recruit nodded. "Aerospace Force." He said. "He worked on the drones. He was really upset when I joined the Marines."

  "Dont worry about it." I told him. "You'll be way out in the rear FAB." (forward area base). "Wont have to eat shitty food or sleep in all your gear."

  "I kind of like that stuff, though." He said. "I mean, I went through my two weeks of Power Armor familiarization, and it was a lot of fun! I was kind of thinking, that I wanted to get a combat action badge."

  I bit my lower lip. POG's (Personnel Other than Grunt) got to spend two weeks before they went of to their technical schools tramping around in a heavily defunct suit of Power Armor for training purposes. During that time they had several watered-down "field" exercises where they play war. Grunts get two months on Titan, straight Armor time with no breaks in between. Titan has a high rate of injury, due to over zealous instructors with nothing better to do, and a decent fatality rate, due to the innate dangers of putting teenagers in a combat situation.