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### EARTHBOUND PASSION:

### The Adventures of Mari Shu #1

An Interactive Science Fiction Romance Spoof

By Jody Wallace

And by "interactive" I mean branching fiction, not, like, videos or something.

**About the book:** _Mari Shu, a factory drudge in the year 4000-something, must choose how to protect her sisters, her purity, and her own conscience in a bleak futuristic society that's been polluted by smog, rampant commercialism, tacky jumpsuits, sexual perversions, unjust socioeconomics, interstellar travel, and inconsistent use of the Oxford comma._

In this first of many planned interactive adventures, Mari Shu's decision to stick to Olde Earth opportunities, such as professional sexxoring, has deeper consequences than she could ever have dreamed possible.

**Warning:** _Book contains offensive material. Buttloads of boatloads of offensive, vulgar, disrespectful, and possibly triggering material. Sexual, political, economic, racial, physical, typographical, religious—really, trying to hit all the big ones. Please make sure to sign your correct name to the hate mail so we can give proper credit in the follow-up volume entitled, "The Hate Mails to Mari Shu"._

**Warning 2:** _What that means is this entire book is a spoof. A joke. A hoot. It wasn't born out of hatred of any aspect of genre fiction and culture or even hatred of human beings but instead out of love, true love. No, seriously, quit laughing. Oh, wait, you're supposed to laugh, because it's parody. I'M SO TORN!_

_Click to see the rest of the_ frontmatter _, like copyright information and acknowledgements, now in the back to improve sample length. There is also an excerpt from the hilarious_ RAGNAR AND JULIET _by author Lucy Woodhull—highly recommended—and some vital information about another raunchy spoof you might enjoy,_ GAY DINOSAUR BILLIONAIRE ADVENTURES WITH BIGFOOT AND FRIENDS _!_

Segment 1.1

Welcome to the wacky world of erotic science fiction romance parody WTF! This is the first segment of all segments of all books in the Mari Shu series. The beginning. Not the end. The alpha. Not the omega. Which means you start reading here. At the end of each segment, you, dear reader, make the choices that determine Mari Shu's fate. Enjoy!

Mari Shu Three Million Even trudged alongside the hoverwalk, stabbing pains pinching her arches with every step. After a long, hard day in the widget factory, the workers' pay had been reduced. Third time in a month. All because the workers on the moon branch had rioted again, so everyone was being punished for their insolence.

As such, she hadn't had the credits for a taxicraft, much less a spot on the hoverwalk. She would, like so many other widgeters, have to walk the ten miles uphill to her slum sweet slum, the only affordable housing for a Million like herself.

Wealthier citizens on the hoverwalk whizzed past her and the other drudges, fluttering her long blond hair and puffing the smells of oil, ozone (there's always ozone somewhere), and desperation (there's always desperation somewhere) around her. On the other side, separated by naught but a thin railing, cruised even wealthier citizens in their personal luxury crafts and suits in government vehicles.

Hurtling death lurked three paces to the right. If she stumbled sideways, fell over the railing, and ended her life of drab misery...

But no. She had responsibilities. Two of them, in fact. How was she going to tell Cassie and Trish, her dependent siblings, that she didn't have enough credits to pay rent by tomorrow?

Only one thing happened to Millioners whose lazy shiftlessness and clear-cut lack of Olde Earthian values meant they became homeless. Okay, a couple things, but none of them were good.

Her sisters would be no help with financial difficulties. The girls couldn't get widget jobs. Mari Shu had been too poor, since their drug-addled mother had died, to send them to school for training. All Cassie and Trish could do would be sexxoring work, and she'd promised her grandmother at the old woman's required post-menopause euthanasia ceremony that no Three Million Shu would ever earn her living on her knees.

Not that her mother had cared for that vow. Mother had sexxored since day 6570, the first one upon which she'd been legally allowed. In Olde Earth society—in all seven districts—no one dared sexxor when it wasn't legally allowed. That was a quick trip to the Venus penile colony waiting to happen.

Mari Shu heaved a sigh, her unfashionably large breasts bobbing under her jumpsuit and attracting the attention of a tall male plodding nearby.

"Hello, fellow citizen."

"Hello," she responded.

"Might I state factually that you are a female of what appears to be pre-menopausal age?" he inquired.

"You may." It was, after all, factual. She was twenty-three Olde Earth years old. Menopause and euthanasia were several decades off.

His grey drudge jumpsuit, the same shade of grey as hers, marked him as a fellow drudge and millioner. The material didn't conceal his muscled form any more than it did her large breasts, trim waist and long legs. Olde Earth citizens were required to remain in peak physical condition to ease the strain on the medical facilities of their overpopulated, polluted and probably dying planet, hence the colonization of nearby planets. However, one must admit Venus and its penile colony were far from optimal, the people on the moon were always rioting, and Mars, well, it was mostly for the very wealthy—the rover class.

"Are you in a domestic partnership?" he inquired.

Men didn't often ask Mari Shu about her partnership status since she had long legs, blond, tousled hair, and full lips that were as unfashionable as her full breasts, for whatever reason. Perhaps because she was tall instead of short? Mari Shu had never understood, but really, readers should just assume a heroine doesn't feel sexually attractive or libidinous until she meets the hero, who definitely isn't some random widgeter trying to get a piece of action on the street...the other piece of evidence to the man's lack of heroism being the fact Mari Shu's hoohah had yet to tingle in any way, shape or form upon meeting him.

"No," Mari Shu told the man who did not make her hoohah tingle.

"Me neither. So how about you and I get a permit to make sweet anal love?" he suggested leeringly.

"I refuse your offer," she told the man. As a Millioner, Mari Shu wasn't allowed to procreate. A special seal on her vagina ensured her lack of breeder sexxoring. While we realize an actual barrier covering the vagina would also interfere with other things that tend to happen to adult female bodies, such as menstruation, this is science fiction. Assume it's been taken care of.

Only ascension into the ranks of the Thousanders meant vaginal penetration for her ilk...outside of sexxoring work, that is. For which she would be medically sterilized, giving rise to questions of how her sexxoring mother and Millioner grandmother had managed to get knocked up and have babies, but who needs internal narrative consistency?

And anyway, Mari Shu had a vow to keep. No sexxoring as a means of earning a living. Even if it meant getting the oft-itchy seal off her vag.

"Blow job?" the man suggested next, somewhat less leeringly, since sweet anal love was apparently his preference in recreational mutual sexxoring. "Those permits are on sale. Over at the LabiaCorp widget factory, we just got raises. My treat."

"LabiaCorp widgeters got raises?" Mari Shu exclaimed. "Plutonian crapdoodles. EvilCorp just cut us by another eight percent."

"Like I said, my treat," the man offered. "I'll even throw in a nutrient tube afterward."

But Mari Shu had nutrient tubes and two sisters wa **i** ting for her at home—not to mention she wasn't tempted by the man's offer. In truth, never had she been tempted to engage in sexxoring. It was likely due to a childhood spent watching her mother sexxor in every imaginable position and with every imaginable type of person, she realized, but comprehending the origins of her hang-ups and lack of hoohah tingles didn't mean she wanted to suck off a LabiaCorp widgeter she'd randomly met on the way home.

She wanted to hold out her sucks and her anus and her tingles for...something. She just wasn't sure what.

"I don't have time," she told him, instead of letting him know she found him the opposite of tingly, since that would be mean.

"I haven't had a permit in three months. It wouldn't take long."

"You'll have to find another citizen," she told him.

The man shrugged and proceeded to ignore her. She walked slower, allowing him to troop ahead. Legally he wasn't allowed to importune her again once she'd refused him, but she needed more time to decide what to tell Cassie and Trish. She was nearly home. The home they might lose tomorrow and be forced to...

Well, Mari Shu didn't want to think about it in detail, because it would ruin the suspense.

As Mari Shu continued her homeward journey, the tall buildings, constructed completely of widgets like so much on Olde Earth, shrank to heights that ceased to block out the faded light of the likely dying sun. The odors of the slum increased, replacing ozone and desperation with poop and desperation. The hoverwalk ended in a crumple of poor maintenance. Mari Shu scuttled through the crowds going to or coming from work, all in grey coveralls except for the sexxorers, who got to wear whatever they wanted.

For a moment Mari Shu longed to wear a beautiful, sparkly rainbow jumpsuit with cut-out holes exposing her breasts like Big Bertha One Billion, a nice sexxorer whom she'd occasionally employed to babysit Trish and Cassie when they'd been younger. The rainbow hues in Big Bertha's favorite outfit would set off the gold and red tones in Mari Shu's unfashionably lush hair, like what she remembered of her mother...

But remembering her mother also reminded her of the dark side to sexxoring, not Big Bertha's practically G-rated Babysitting and Milkmaiding service.

Mari Shu sadly but with great fitness climbed the seventy-seven flights to her tiny closet of a flat where her sisters waited for her, after another long day locked away from the world so they wouldn't get any sexxoring ideas.

Cassie and Trish bounced around her when she entered.

"What did you bring us for dinner?" Trish asked, eyes bright with excitement. "We're out of goo tubes."

Worry struck Mari Shu like a meteorite, which is the kind of outer space debris that enters the Earth's atmosphere without completely burning up. "We had four days of tubes left. How did we run out?"

She didn't have enough money for rent already. If she had to buy food through their Wal-Mark dispenser, she couldn't even make a partial rent payment. What was she going to do? How was she going to feed herself and her sisters and ensure they remained housed and in peak physical condition?

"We weren't out when you left for the factory." Cassie held up several limp packets that had once held their only food in the world. "I got hungry."

"Maybe you're hungry because you throw up every morning," Trish suggested.

"You've been hungry a lot lately." Mari Shu pushed the fact that they had no food and little money aside for a moment to inspect her beautiful sister. "And this throwing up thing concerns me. Are you all right?"

Cassie's skin glowed with the ripe peach blush of health. At least, with what Mari Shu had heard peaches were like. Only people on Mars got to eat real peaches.

"I guess." Cassie's flower bud mouth pursed with displeasure. At least, with what Mari Shu assumed a flower bud would look like. Only people on Mars got to sniff real flowers. "I'm bored."

"Maybe you're bored because Gerald Scumbag Eight Million Thirty Six Thousand and Fifteen doesn't come visit us anymore," Trish said.

"What?" This was the first she'd heard of Cassie and Trish having visitors. Despite the fact Gerald Scumbag was their landlord, that didn't give him the right to traipse in and out of their flat as if he owned it. Except that technically he did, but still. "Nobody is supposed to come here when I'm at work. Not even that Scumbag landlord of ours."

"I was bored," Cassie said again. "You think you can hide us away from the world and everyone in it, Mari Shu, but you can't. I'm in love with Gerald Scumbag, and he's going to save up and get us a permit to make sweet anal love."

"You aren't even supposed to know about sweet anal love," Mari Shu exploded. Next thing, Cassie would realize she was old enough to get a job sexxoring, and the naughty chit would break Mari Shu's solemn no-knees vow to their grandmother.

"Gerald says I'll like it better than breeder sexxoring," Cassie assured her. "You shouldn't have been hiding the delights of the flesh from us, Mari Shu. It's the only entertainment this horrible, dreary planet has to offer."

"Why are you familiar with breeder sexxoring?" Mari Shu asked, an ominous foreboding filling her in a true foreshadowing fashion.

"Because Gerald Scumbag showed us how to dissolve our vag seals," Trish said. "And then he put his—"

"Shut up," Cassie hissed at her sister. "He made us promise not to tell."

"And why is all this coming out now, when it's apparently been going on behind my back for weeks?" Mari Shu asked.

"I'm bored too," Trish said, "and even though I'm nineteen, I felt this incredible need to perform the function of a plot moppet."

Mari Shu paced through their flat, eight steps north, south, east and west. She imagined Gerald Scumbag, the man who was supposed to do nothing but collect their rent and fix their appliances, violating her innocent sisters. Sexxoring them against the law. Which meant her sisters had broken the law, and their landlord knew it, and if she knew anything about morning puking, she knew it meant Cassie had wasted a lot of food.

Food they could have eaten for four more days. In an apartment they were about to lose.

And now? Now they were out of options.

If they became homeless, which they would tomorrow, they would either have to get jobs sexxoring to pay rent or allow themselves to be transferred by Olde Earth's Relocation Commission, which could include anything from being sent to Venus, the moon, or a mysterious new planet in a galaxy far, far away that nobody knew anything about until this very sentence!

Yet if they applied for jobs sexxoring, which, as you know, Bob, Mari Shu had vowed not to do, Olde Earth's Sexxoring Commission would expect all three of them to have intact vag seals.

But apparently only she, Mari Shu, had an intact vag seal. Thanks to Gerald Scumbag.

And also, she was quite hungry. Almost, she regretted the LabiCorp man's offer of a blow job and a nutrient tube.

It was clear to Mari Shu what she must do.

(Note to readers: this is where the storyline begins to diverge in several volumes.)

Go alone to the Sexxoring Commission and sign up for a job since she couldn't let anyone know sweet Cassie and Trish had no vag seals.

The idea of relocating from the secure wasteland that was Olde Earth and dragging her sisters along for the interstellar ride was simply too foreign for Mari Shu to contemplate. If she became a sexxorer, at least her sisters' lives could continue at their current standard of living.

With a few changes, of course. She couldn't allow Gerald Scumbag to use her sisters as his unlicensed harem. Should any of the various commissions that ruled Olde Earth find out about the vag seal removal and subsequent breederlike activities, Gerald, Cassie and Trish would be instantly deported to Venus.

Mari Shu had never heard anything positive about the penile colony, which was originally an abandoned space station nicknamed "Queenie's Paradise" until that hunk of junk drifted into the sun. Convicts on Venus regressed into a primitive 21st century state and engaged in murder, rape, pillage, plunder, battles to the death, gender inequality, income inequity, and the donning of hats fashioned to look like large pieces of cheese.

Not that she'd ever seen real cheese. Only people on Mars got to see or eat real cheese.

Granted, as she watched the hunger, artlessness, wistfulness, boredom, resentment, cunning, and other emotions play across her sisters' faces in a way people can't actually decipher in real life because faces are not books, but this is, so there you go, she did worry about how she was going to feed and house them until the sexxoring money started coming in.

She had hoped to use the last of her credits for a partial rent payment, but they wouldn't get kicked out of their apartment until tomorrow at the earliest, and she was hungry now. So they had fancy goo, two tubes apiece, delivered from the restaurant on floor fifty. Mari Shu shut off their vidscreen for the night and lay in her narrow bed, listening to her sisters breathe and thinking about vaginal sexxoring.

Whatever she had wished to save herself for, it hadn't been this.

The next day dawned grey and polluted, with only a trace of sun winking through the ever-present layer smog. An absolutely gorgeous day, one on which Mari Shu would much prefer to be taking her sisters to the park square to stare through the unbreakable plexi at the swatch of real grass that lay within. While standing in line to see the grass was never enjoyable, the Olde Earth Parks and Rec Commission didn't charge citizens to view the authentic growth, and she certainly couldn't afford a day trip to Mars.

But today, Mari Shu was bound for the Sexxoring Commission to break her heartfelt vow to her dead grandmother. To become her own mother.

And she wasn't even sure she would like sexxoring. But then, she hadn't particularly enjoyed making widgets, either.

Mari Shu didn't tell her sisters about her upcoming change in employment. After a stern warning not to allow Gerald Scumbag to enter their apartment, or their vages, she joined her fellow Millions and Billions in the street as they plodded to the widget factories or other jobs, not that there were many opportunities for people such as herself.

But today, she was bound in another direction. Not to EvilCorp but to the vast metroplex of the SXC, located on the other side of the North American district. Since it was way too far to walk, she grimly input some of her last credits into a waiting taxicraft and allowed the automated vehicle to transport her to the one place she'd sworn she'd never go.

Well, to one of the places she'd sworn she'd never go, as Mari Shu had, at various times, sworn she'd never go to the moon, the Cosmetology Commission, the goo tube distributer over on Fourth street because of its deceptive practices regarding flavoring additives, the Antarctica District, and the eighty-second floor of any apartment building.

She hadn't broken any of those vows, ever. It churned at her like the debris and frothy scum in the Pacific Ocean to break this one.

The taxicraft deposited her at the door of the Sexxoring Metroplex much more quickly than she liked. Straightening her grey coverall, she took a deep breath and plunged into the brightly-clothed pedestrians strutting in and out of the large, neon-decorated entryway. She felt like a generic goo tube amongst gourmet fizzy pods in her dull grey coveralls—felt like everyone was staring at her and snickering.

As unfashionably tall, blond, large-bosomed and lush haired as she was, since she had never reported to the Cosmetology Commission to receive true beauty, what was she thinking, attempting to become a sexxorer? Nobody would want to sexxor with her. Except that widgeter guy from LabiCorp. And probably Gerald Scumbag. And the convicts on Venus, because she'd heard they'd sexxor anything that moved, but as she thought of various things that moved, like hoverwalks and taxicrafts, she wondered how in the universe that could be possible. Perhaps there would be a class on that at the SXC. But still.

Mari Shu wandered around the huge outer ring of the metroplex in a daze. The colors, voices, acrobaticism and smells of thousands of industrious sexxorers nearly overwhelmed her senses. Many citizens came here to hire sexxorers if they couldn't find one elsewhere.

She stared, her heart racing. She could never... Were they really... Was this his...

Mari Shu gulped. Hard. A talent that might come in handy in the near future, she reflected, if any of her clients expected her to do what that woman had been doing.

Oddly throbby in the vag area, Mari Shu finally located a queue of grey jumpsuited citizens waiting before a portal marked Admissions and joined the female's line. They all looked like they had just stepped out of the front door of the Cosmetology Commission. The opposite of her in every way, the other aspiring sexxorer females were short and orange skinned, sturdy of leg and cushy of ass. Their flower bud mouths, so unlike her wide lips too generous for beauty, whispered sexxoring secrets to one another as they waited.

The hair on the back of Mari Shu's neck prickled in a way I've never felt in real life but that you read all the time in books, so what the hey? It works when you want readers to know your protagonist is being observed without having them actually notice their observer or without switching into omniscient POV.

Were the other citizens staring at her? Mocking her? Her slim suppleness and limpid cerulean eyes were as out of place as her bobbing breasts and long blond hair. Not to mention her lack of expertise.

Her nerves jangled. The line inched forward. She couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched.

That was when she saw him. Taller than her, clad in somber black, and perfectly handsome in a way no Cosmetology Commission could create. His brooding, sardonic gaze swept her from head to toe. His kissable lips quirked in a brooding, sardonic smile. And his cleft chin was cleft.

Suddenly her hoohah began to tingle in the unmistakable signal that at last, at last, she had met her love interest.

Mari didn't know quite what to do. The one for whom she had saved all her holes had appeared, but she was about to make her holes available for rent.

Yet he was enigmatically standing in the bustle of the SXC building, indicating he was a sexxorer himself or looking to hire a sexxorer or an SXC inspector or a tourist from Mars or somebody lost, though he didn't look the type to ever, ever be lost.

"Next!" The Admissions door opened, and a woman in a glitter jumpsuit practically dragged Mari inside. The door shut behind her, blocking her view of the tall drink of tingle. Her mind still in shock at the momentous gaze locking, she found herself escorted to a tiny, private cubicle with the glittery woman, a glittery man and an exam table of some sort.

Another door shut behind her, sealing her inside the cube with slick, white walls that seemed strangely opalescent, like the backs of viewscreens, though Mari had never seen the back of a viewscreen since there was a huge financial penalty for anyone who took apart a viewscreen in an attempt to repair it. That was work reserved for authorized vendors, who deserved the opportunity to make a living as much as any widgeter.

The glittery Admissions people eyed Mari up and up and up, owing to her height, and finally down, with skepticism in their gazes. This close, Mari realized they were actually clad in glitter and not jumpsuits. The glitter molded to their every body part with loving and detailed shininess.

"Are you here to become a sexxorer?" the glitter man asked. His sparkling male organ hung flaccid and shiny between his legs, though Mari didn't look, so the description is being provided for the reader's prurience and not because Mari is the type to stare at people's privates. Unless her own privates were tingling, which they had ceased doing as soon as the Admissions door had prevented her view of tall, dark and sardonic.

Mari bit her soft, generous lip at the glitter man's blunt question, even though it wasn't blunt so much as the guy's job as an SXC Admissions clerk to ask such questions. Tears threatened to fill her blue eyes and turn them into limpid pools of unfashionable aqua. "I...I...I..."

"Oh dear, I think we have a vow-maker." The man placed a glittery finger under her chin and tilted her face from side to side as if reading her thoughts. "Let me guess. You vowed to your sainted mother you would never..."

"Grandmother," Mari automatically corrected.

"It actually doesn't matter. You're here now. Press your hand against this identification plate." He indicated a space on the oddly opalescent wall next to her. She obliged. It beeped as it identified everything about her, from her ancestry to her favorite flavor of goo to her recently reduced salary at the LexiCorp widget factory.

"Ah, financial constraints," the woman observed with sympathy. "Honey, you can kiss those goodbye after today. Well, maybe. You are a bit...unfashionable."

"Oh, I...I...I..." Mari stuttered.

"None of that, Miss Priss," the woman said. "Placing your hand against the identification plate has finalized your sexxoring contract. Didn't you know, honey? Now that you've become a sexxorer, it is all you'll ever be allowed to do."

"What? I didn't know that. I want to leave!"

"It's in the fine print," the woman said. "You know, the part we didn't let you read or warn you about, the part you were supposed to research before you got here? You've sealed your fate."

Mari could tell by the twist of the woman's glittery, sexxoring lips that the Admissions clerk was resisting the urge to laugh maniacally. Since she was only an unnamed secondary character and maniacal laughter would imply a greater importance to the plot, she continued to resist.

"Speaking of seals, we're going to need to check your vag." The glitter man palmed Mari's ass thoughtfully, the first of many invasions of Mari's privacy—and likely her privates—that were about to happen. "Take off your clothes and spread 'em."

He indicated the white table that was approximately the length of her body from head to butt with no room for her long, gazelle-like legs except possibly in the metal arms with ankle-sized cuffs at the end. Not that she'd seen gazelles even in the education vids, since they'd been extinct before the rovers relocated to Mars. But she'd heard things.

When Mari felt herself freeze the frozenness of the undecided, the glitter woman and man invaded her personal space again and began disrobing her. They touched her large yet perky breasts, her flat, empty stomach, the creamy globes of her ass, as if assessing a product they intended to purchase.

It was so...impersonal. As if they did this all day long or something.

Would this be what a career of sexxoring was like? Impersonal and leaving smudges of glitter that wasn't hers on her skin?

She held back more tears as they touched her places no one but she had ever touched herself before, like the back of her knee where she was really ticklish. Once she was completely nude and humiliated, she took her jumpsuit from them and sadly spread it on the table.

Already she missed its uncomfortable grey confines. And her sisters. Even though their naughtiness and sexxoring with Gerald Scumbag had forced Mari into this humiliation, she thought about saving her sisters and girded her loins. Except there were no literal girders because she was stark naked.

"Wow, she's clueless," the man said to the woman, as if Mari weren't in the room. Which was ridiculous since the room was barely big enough for the three of them plus the table. "We don't care about your ugly clothes. Get your bootang on the table and spread your legs that are so unfashionably long few citizens will ever want them wrapped around them."

As she climbed onto the table and the glittering man and woman placed her ankles in the restraints, Mari's tears began to flow freely. They parted her legs until her vag was revealed for all to see. And by "all", I mean all the people in the room and whoever was on the other side of those strangely opalescent walls which I've attempted to imply are secret viewing windows for fappers, but just in case you missed it, I've stated it more clearly here.

Right before the glittering man touched Mari's most private of privates to check the seal, the door to the Admissions cubicle burst open.

Tall, dark, and sardonic stood in the doorway, glowering at everyone in the room.

Including Mari.

When his glower fell to her hoohah, it sprang to tingling life.

She gasped. Glitter sucked into her mouth and she began to cough. Over her hacking, she barely heard the rest of the conversation.

"Leave us," the man commanded the glittering Admissions clerks. "This one is special. I can tell. I will authenticate the new sexxorer myself. And you know what that means, don't you?"

"Yes, Master," the glittering man said. The woman bowed her way out of the room and the man quickly followed, but not without exchanging a significant glance with the tall mystery man who'd taken over her pre-sexxoring exam.

Why was he called Master? This wasn't the penile colony, where constant depravedness occurred, such as class inequality, the flesh trade, indenturing, reality holo programs, and debt slavery.

Once they were alone, Mari didn't know how to behave. She was splayed on a table, naked, in front of a man she didn't know. And little did she know—but you do, dear reader, because of the two-way window thing—she was actually splayed in front of all sorts of watchers.

"How am I special, Master?" she asked.

"You truly do not know?" he asked, raising his sardonic eyebrows.

"I'm ugly," she confessed, shame-faced. Embarrassment burned her whole body. Because she was naked. Her feet propped in stirrups. Her vag exposed. And tingling. Did we mention the tingling?

A prickly silence fell as Mari stared at Master and Master stared at her vag. And then her face. Unlike everyone else in this story when she needed to know what they were thinking or feeling, she couldn't read that dark gaze.

He stared at her crotch again. "I see that your vag seal is completely intact, Mari Shu Three Million Even."

"It is," she managed in a trembling voice. The tingling in her hoohah extended to whatever part of her body his gaze touched, like her left pinky, her ankle, and her nipples.

Her nipples? Mari Shu had never felt such tingling in her nipples and her hoohah. Was this...a disease? A chemical? The outlandish effect of this man on her body? She felt stressed. She felt yearning. She felt itchy. She really needed to scratch. Or be scratched.

Right here. Right now.

The man stepped close enough to her, between her inelegantly spread legs, that his body heat warmed her inner thighs, thighs no one but she had ever touched.

"You have two choices, Mari Shu Three Million Even," he said in a deep, seductive voice. At least she thought it was seductive, as she'd never been seduced. Only people on Mars seduced and were seduced, since people on Olde Earth signed sexxoring contracts instead. He placed his hands and long, capable fingers on her upright knees. While it was possible to place just his hands without his fingers on her knees, presumably restricting contact to his palms, that was not what he did.

"What are my choices?" she prompted, aching in the hoohah with a hunger she couldn't identify.

"You can allow yourself to be purchased by the highest bigger with your vag seal intact. We have a select roster of clients who pay top dollar to dissolve seals themselves and have the exclusive use of a brand new sexxorer. But you will be required to obey your provisional owner to the full extent of the contract you have already signed with us. Your other choice is to allow me to dissolve your vag seal, right here and right now, and pick your own clients and forge your own path on this planet as an independently licensed sexxorer, after the required sterilization process, of course."

What should Mari Shu do?

Segment 1.2 **)** Be auctioned off with an intact vag seal.

Segment 1.3 **)** Have the vag seal dissolved right now.

**Segment 1.2**

Be auctioned off with an intact vag seal.

Mari Shu didn't know what was involved in dissolving a vag seal, but the longer she postponed it, the better. What if it hurt? What if it opened her to a world of desire and infection? Her vag was the tunnel to her most womanly womb of secrets, according to her beloved grandmother, which was why she'd promised never to earn a living sexxoring.

She was supposed to be saving her vag and her anus and her sucking for someone special.

Could that someone special be the highest bidder?

It would be special if the bidder offered enough money to pay rent and feed her dear, innocent sisters all in one lump sum, without her having to walk the streets and earn it trick by trick. That may not bring in the credits quickly enough, considering her unfashionably blond hair, wide mouth, large breasts, and long legs.

"I want to be bid upon, Master," she said, secretly hoping the handsome man would at least check her vag seal. With some touching of his long fingers. She'd never been touched in the vag by anyone but herself, and not often, since one needed a permit for that.

He nodded as if pleased by her answer.

"I thought you might choose to wait." He stroked down her inner thighs until she was holding her breath. His hand cupped her mons, and his fingers explored. Like a doctor. A dirty, dirty doctor. "Your seal is very, very intact."

"How..." she asked breathlessly, trying not to squirm. "How does one dissolve a vag seal? What might I expect?"

He stroked above the numb area created by the seal that prevented vaginal sexxoring. Mari Shu uttered a cry of surprise at the delicious sensations his stroking gave her.

"There are a number of ways," he said in a soothing yet erotic voice, never ceasing his caress of her not-vag area. What was he doing to her? How could his touch bring her so much pleasure though he wasn't unsealing her vag? Was he touching her pee pee nub from whence the urine streamed? Her sainted grandmother had promised—nay, assured—her that all pleasure resided deep inside the vag and there was no use playing around outside it, plus too much tweaking of the pee pee nub would give one hairy palms.

"One of the ways uses...saliva," he said. He licked his lips hungrily.

Mari Shu couldn't imagine how saliva could come in contact with her vag area. One could purchase a blow job permit, but that was something done to a man, not a woman. A woman had no manly, protruding organ, no pleasure center except for deep inside her vag, which was rightfully sealed to prevent overpopulation.

If women were to experience overmuch pleasure, the planet would go to overpopulated hell in an overly feminine hand basket. Everyone knew that.

"And the other?" Mari asked. Something was tightening inside her, in her crotchal area. Tightening like the rose bud she'd never truly seen but which resembled lips. Lips which should never kiss a female's crotchal area, because what was the point?

"Semen, my delightful innocent. Love juice. Jizz of the gods. Crème de la man crème. Best served, of course, if you're tied up like the little slut you are with your ass rosy-cheeked from the paddle."

"Oh...my...stars." Mari Shu could barely form words now as Master's hands plucked her in the pee pee nub. Her hips began to buck instinctively like the broncos she'd heard resided on Mars, on the plantations of the rover class. Since broncos bucked to remove the human upon their backs, she concluded she must want Master to stop...touching...her. And certainly stop threatening to tie her up and paddle her like the little slut she was.

Anyway, what was a slut? That wasn't a familiar term, and she wasn't little by any means.

"Stop, stop," she cried before whatever he was rousing in her gave her a heart attack. She shouldn't be suffering from such an abrupt decline in physical condition. She'd been an obedient citizen, always watching her health. Was he testing her?

Master lifted his hand, but she continued to pant and squirm. The frightening yet heady sensations refused to depart.

"As you wish," he said. "Your unusual appearance, great sensitivity in the crotchal area, and extreme naivety will earn a pretty penny on the auction block."

"That's what you were testing?" she panted, hips still writhing. It was as if a demon had possessed her body. If demons were real, which she'd heard they were on New Terra, in case you ever want to follow that plot line. She felt a distinct impulse to touch her breasts and pinch the red, hardened nipples. "My unusual appearance?"

Was even her vag unfashionable? Her nipples? If her sale would only earn a penny on the auction block, whether it was a pretty penny or not, that wouldn't feed and house her poor, innocent sisters for two seconds.

What would become of them?

"I changed my mind, Master," she said. "I should become a regular sexxorer. I don't want to be auctioned off and forced to bend to the whims of my new owner according to the contract I unwittingly signed due to my failure to research and read the fine print."

"It's too late now, my pet," Master declared. He tapped the strangely opalescent wall, and it glowed white before turning...transparent.

Outside, seated in comfortable lounge chairs the likes of which Mari Shu had only seen in the widget factory owner's office the one time she'd received a commendation, were a throng of brightly-dressed men staring at her naked body.

Correction. Men and women. They were all richly dressed. Arrogantly chinned. Contemptuous of the need for sexxoring contracts—as if they simply took whatever they wanted.

And apparently they all wanted to take her vag seal.

They craned as one toward the glass. Some pressed against it, eating her with their eyes. Her skin flushed with an odd excitement. Numbers began to scroll across the glass surface as the bidding war began.

"But I'm unfashionably tall and blond, and I have an ugly vag," Mari Shu protested in confusion. Numbers flashed, bigger and bigger. Two women broke into a fight, trying to erase each other's bids. A man began licking the glass as if to entice her. Another began rubbing his crotchal area against it, which was crazy, because you needed a permit to make sweet, grindy love to inanimate objects, even in the SXC. "Why are they all bidding on me?"

"You truly do not know?" Master asked, raising his sardonic eyebrows.

"You used that line already," she reminded him, but was quickly distracted by her would-be owners, two in particular. The attractive women who'd been fighting were now embracing, rubbing their faces and small, perfect breasts together. One groped the other's vag area with her hand.

From her position on the auction block, Mari Shu could practically see the gropee's knees weaken.

The sight definitely didn't decrease the tight, hectic sensation in her hoohah, the one that had begun as a tingle and ended...well, it hadn't ended yet.

Would it ever end? Was this was being a sexxorer was like? Always feeling a desperation in your hoohah while people stared at your naked body?

She was shocked to see the glittering Admissions clerk, the male, entering bid after bid onto the glass, topping each number a competitor raised. If he was merely an admin here, how could he afford that many credits?

As Mari lay supine and amazed before the rapacious gazes, the bidding war reached unEarthly high numbers, meaning none of these people could possibly be from Olde Earth. Anyone with that much money to toss at an ugly vag and its seal had to be of the rover class. Slowly, areas of the glass began to pearl over, as bidders ran out of credits and bowed out of the war. Soon the only bidders left were the two beautiful women and...the glittering man.

One of the women pressed the other up against the clear wall. She peered past her lover's shoulder straight into Mari's eyes. Slowly, as if surrounded by clear oil, she traced a sensuous finger across the glass, entering one last bid.

It was so high even Master gasped. His fists clenched. His jaw worked. His eyes narrowed.

Mari's hoohah felt like it might burst at any moment. Was her vag worth that much to these passionate women? Would they...share her? Surely citizens with that much money to squander would be generous owners until the contract expired. She thought about what Master had said about saliva and thought about the women, who had no jizz of the gods that she knew of.

They would have to use saliva to dissolve her vag seal.

Suddenly she wanted to experience that beyond anything in the universe except being very, very rich and kicking Gerald Scumbag in the head.

Master, looming above her like he already owned her, which is foreshadowing in case you missed it, nodded grimly at the silver glitter man, who entered the exact same bid as the two beautiful, sensuous women who seemed intent on awakening Mari Shu to pleasures unimaginable.

"You must make a choice, Mari Shu," Master said, touching her inner leg again. "You must think of the method by which you would like your vag seal dissolved and who, exactly, you want to own you, body and soul."

He made as if to touch her hoohah again. Mari tensed deliciously.

"Don't cheat, Jannifer," one of the women warned.

Master's lips curved down. "It's not Jannifer. It's Master."

"Whatever...Janny." The woman had never spoken throughout this process but suddenly could be heard, loud and clear. Her voice was a purr of amusement that promised to make the vag seal dissolution process an ecstatic affair. "If we can't touch her during the auction, you can't touch her during the auction."

"You?" Mari exclaimed to Master. Or was it Jannifer? Or Janny? Or Jann Jann? Or Jannirosannadanna?

"Yes, I," he replied, hooking a thumb toward his chest. "I am the other high bidder. I fancy you for myself, to be my slave, my pet. My submissive darling. To torture and whip the way you deserve, you bad little slut, and ream your virginal poop shoot. But you must choose who will acquire your contract. You must choose whom you will obey sexually, in every depraved way we might desire. The Mistresses...or the Master?"

"Janny," mouthed the saucy, sexy woman bidding on her.

Mari Shu trembled. "I...I...I..."

The women didn't seem depraved. They bore little resemblance to what Mari imagined went on above the eighty-second floor or on the Venusian penile colony. They were simply beautiful. Rich. Terribly intriguing.

Master Janny, on the other hand, did seem depraved.

The way he'd touched her pee pee nub.

What he'd said should be done to her ass.

She didn't know what to do.

Segment 1.4 **)** Pick the women's bid.

Segment 1.5 **)** Pick Master Jannifer's bid.

Segment 1.3

_Have the vag seal dissolved right now._

"How long after an auction before I see payment?" Mari asked. Obeying a single owner might prevent her from functioning as her sisters' caretaker. Protector. Harborer. She wasn't sure what she was anymore, now that they are bona fide criminals without vag seals. "I have certain responsibilities that..."

Master's dark eyes practically glowed with interest. She hesitated. Was it prudent to reveal too much to this mysterious, sardonic man whose job with the SXC was to dissolve vag seals and serve as a newbie sexxoror auctioneer?

Probably not. Whatever he'd gleaned from her identification check was the only information he needed. What she needed was a paying client or two, ASAP.

"Responsibilities that mean I need funds sooner rather than later," she finished.

"You're wise to choose certain employment over the vagaries of an auction and the demands of a single owner," Master Jannifer admitted, but it didn't seem as if he appreciated her choice. "Wiser than I gave you credit for."

"I'm wise?"

"It appears so. Wise and special. Let's see what else you are."

His hands, still on her knees, slowly pressed her legs apart. Further. Further. Because she was in peak physical condition as well as peak flexibility, this didn't strain Mari Shu's tendons unnecessarily, except for a vaguely sensual burn that echoed the tingles in her hoohah and nipples.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, her breathing quickening as if she were approaching the eighty-second story of an apartment building via the stairs. Her new job would involve, at the least, vaginal and anal sexxoring, hand jobs, blow jobs, boob jobs, costumery, hair grottage, and pearl necklaces, but she hadn't known it would require contortionism. And this was if she set herself up as a general practitioner instead of a specialized sexxorer like Big Bertha the Babysitting Milkmaid. What the milkmaiding part of Big Bertha's employment involved, Mari Shu had no idea, but her rates for babysitting had been affordable, back before EvilCorp had cut wages for the nth time.

"I'm going to dissolve your vag seal," he explained patiently. She could tell it was said with patience because he didn't glower impatiently at her like the shift manager at the widget factory.

"Does my seal pop off like a Topperwear lid if you stretch me apart far enough?" she protested when he had bent her thighs almost flat beside her. How could acrobats maintain intact vag seals if that were the case?

"Ha ha," he laughed. "You are so delightfully naïve, I almost hate to spoil you."

Her exposed crotchal area felt oddly damp as Master Jannifer probed it. The faint numbness of the seal itself, protecting her womanly secrets, mocked her with its faint numbness.

Wasn't her vag supposed to be the epitome of all blissful sensation? Mari Shu's sainted grandmother had promised her—nay, assured her—that the source of feminine happiness resided deep inside the vag. Was her ugly vag surrounded by that tuffet of passé blond hair also unresponsive and dead inside?

How she missed her sainted grandmother! To whom she had vowed she would never earn a living sexxoring, yet here she was, spread out like goo on toast, a delicacy she'd occasionally been able to afford to provide for the girls on their birthing days.

Mari Shu felt tears well up in her sky blue eyes, not that she'd ever seen the open sky through Olde Earth's protective smog layer, though she'd heard the sky on New Terra was as blue as her unfashionable eyes.

She was about to make bad on her vow to her grandmother. And she couldn't even take pleasure in it because her womanly happiness was buried too deep...or didn't exist at all.

She would fail at sexxoring the same way she had failed at widgeteering and vow-keeping and sister-protecting.

"Don't cry, sweetness," he coaxed her, staring at her exposed hoohah. He quit touching her numb vag seal and moved slightly above it with a twiddly gesture that aroused her in a burst of sensation. "This won't hurt. Much."

"Oh, dear," Mari said, tears falling free. "Sexxoring hurts? Nobody told me that."

Master Jannifer chuckled. "My naïve poppet, how little you understand. I'll do my best to ensure the pain is minimal. It's my job, after all. We can remove your seal two ways. With saliva or with semen."

"Are you kidding me?" Mari Shu sniffled, squirming beneath his ministrations. If this was going to hurt, how was he already giving her such pleasure? How could he be making her giddy and aching when her seal was intact? There was no pleasure to be had on the outside of a woman's body. Such pleasures were reserved for men and their protruding joy sticks.

"I'm completely serious." He pinched a tiny piece of ecstatic skin between her labia, and she almost swallowed her tongue. Was that...was that...her pee pee nub from whence the urine streamed? "The complex handwavium chemical formula of the flexible byproduct of what used to be the petroleum industry before we used up all the planet's oil resources and is now recycled from widgets can only be dissolved by certain human effluvia."

Mari Shu, a well-educated Olde Earth civilian, understood that semen was emitted from a man's groan bone when he experienced his most virile moment She could grasp how that effluvia could come into contact with a vag seal. Granted, semen seemed—in a logical, Trish-like fashion—to be a singularly stupid dissolving agent if one intended to prevent vaginal sexxoring, as one prejaculatory jizz could remove the blockage that prevented intercourse.

But saliva? How in the blazing, dying sun would that work? Only males qualified to receive blow jobs, once the proper permits were procured. Females had no protruding trouser snakes for a partner to deep throat.

"I don't understand," Mari Shu admitted as Master's busy fingers treated her to pulses of unexpected sensation. The pulses grew sharper and more intense the harder he plucked. She'd read, on Olde Olde Olde Earth, that goose feathers were plucked like this prior to the cooking of the goose, but she hadn't imagined the goose would writhe with helpless delight. "I...I...I..."

"Such a shame to lose you to the streets. You would have made an excellent submissive slave." Master Jannifer sighed and bent over, his face perilously close to her dirty, dirty hoohah. Only the heat-seeking love missiles of men were clean and holy enough to touch with one's mouth! Everyone knew that!

"What are you doing?" Mari shrieked. Yet even as she exclaimed, her hips bucked toward his open mouth...as if they knew something she didn't. Some instinctive, feminine desire emerging from deep within her place of secrets and billowing into her pee pee nub like the best foot rub ever, except teeny tiny because pee pee nubs are so teeny tiny. At least from what she could guess, because one had to have a permit to touch oneself beyond cleansing, and she'd never been able to afford one.

She feared her goose was about to be cooked!

And Master Jannifer liked him some goose. He licked his lips hungrily. "Personally I employ a double application of effluvia, to be certain the vag seal is completely dissolved."

He applied his long, agile tongue vigorously to her vag seal and her pee pee nub. Saliva soon dripped between her labia and her ass cheeks, performing its dissolvatory task.

That was saliva...right? Mari shrieked some more. It seemed like the thing to do when overwhelmed by these plucked sensations. How could he...why was he...what kind of job was this?

As Master Jannifer breached her again and again with his wet tongue, Mari Shu cried with both horror and delight. Horror that he was violating his beautiful mouth by eating her dirty, dirty hoohah like it was the tastiest goo known to man. Delight that the sensations spiraling through her with every lick—after several minutes of concentrated suckling—made her pee pee nub explode.

Just...explode. Like rainbows emerging from polluted skies. Like showers of free sparkle goo. Like bombs turning EvilCorp into evil rubble.

Mari Shu panted her way to the end of the explosion, somehow. She fully expected to look down at her crotchal area and see nothing but a bloody, shattered mess, but instead she saw Master's satisfied smile...and his fingers poised at the entrance of her vag.

Her seal was gone, dissolved in saliva-induced bliss.

Her pee pee nub, however, was present and accounted for, reddened and swollen and throbbing like a fat little manroot, minus the mushroom tip. Really, it was a different shape entirely, more of a fleshy pyramid from Mari Shu's angle.

Was it...a womanroot? Was it the source of womanly pleasures instead of deep within her vag?

Had her grandmother lied to her?

Mari Shu had never felt so bereft and violated and wonderful and eager for the next phase of vag seal dissolution in her life. Seeing as she'd never experienced any phase of vag seal dissolution until now, that wasn't saying much, but it was a pivotal moment in this segment for our heroine.

"I want to be a sexxorer!" she cried. "I want to experience more!"

"Your wish isn't my command, but I'd like to plunder your virgin sheath regardless," Master Jannifer said. He straightened and placed his hands upon the top of his trousers. Like a sophisticated rover class male, he wore two pieces of clothing instead of a single jumpsuit. He unsealed his trousers like he was unsealing her vag, without saliva but with the same word, 'seal'.

Out sprang the largest, hardest, thickest flesh scimitar of Mari Shu's admittedly limited experience, considering she'd never anally sexxored or blow jobbed due to lack of offers, interest, and hoohah tingles.

Now that her hoohah tingles had taught her what they were the precursor of—the great pee pee nub explosion of rainbow glory—her revelation was complete.

Or was it?

He poised this huge appendage at her still-dripping vag entrance. "Now for the semen part of today's lesson."

Mari scrunched away from him, but he gripped her hips and held her tight. She was still tingly in the hoohah and longed for further explosions, but there was no way this was going to work. "Master, no! That monster's not going to fit inside me. A vag is barely the size of a finger. So I hear."

"Ha ha," he laughed. "Brace yourself, my pretty, and your little pussy, too."

She gripped the exam table tightly as Master Jannifer rammed his bestial bazooka into her tight, taut, fitted, constricted, snug, dripping vag.

"Oh!" she cried out as pain lanced through her like his flesh lance.

This was vaginal sexxoring? But this couldn't be natural or right. Sexxorer females all seemed so happy. They actually smiled. How could they be happy, how could they ever smile, if this was their main method of earning credits?

"I don't want to be a sexxorer!" she cried. "I don't want to experience more!"

"You're so snug. And taut. And fitted. And dripping," Master moaned. Sweat sprang onto his noble, rover-class brow. He bent over her, his hands gripping the table, too. "By the Demons of New Terra, I've never fucked such a tight pussy."

She didn't know what fucking was or what a pussy was, but if she ever had to do this again, she was pretty sure she hated them both.

"Get this over with," she begged. "Dissolve my vag seal. I've gone from great ecstasy to great pain in the space of two minutes, and it's making me long for my days as a lowly widgeter."

He continued to thrust in and out of her vag, grunting and muttering sexily about pussies over her prone body. Mari bit her overly generous lip and tried not to sob.

When Master flicked her pee pee nub with his fingers, the vag pain dissipated, replaced by other sensations.

Familiar, spiraling sensations like rainbows and goo showers.

With every thrust of his pounding skin hammer, Master Jannifer brought Mari Shu closer and closer to a peak higher than she'd ever peaked before. This shouldn't surprise the reader, as her only other peak was a clitoral orgasm instead of the infinitely preferable vaginal orgasm we all know is superior thanks to Olde Olde Olde Earthian doctor named Freud.

"Oh!" Mari Shu cried. "Oh, Master!"

"I'm fucking...your...tight...pussy," he panted. His jerky thrusts grew faster and faster, bumping into Mari Shu's pelvis and shaking her whole body. Her abundant breasts bobbed like bowls full of goo. Master bent over her and bit her nipple with a savage lust.

"Oh!" Mari Shu cried as sensations erupted in her nipple somewhat like the sensations in her hoohah.

No, her pussy. It was her pussy. And he was fucking it.

"You're going to make thousands of credits with this perfect pussy," he growled over her nipple, temporarily halting his aggressive, toothy caress. If he weren't still wearing the top of his expensive Martian suit, she was sure she would see his perfectly honed muscles straining as he battered her with his love ram. "You'll have them lining up for blocks."

"How...many...credits?" she gasped unbelievingly. Her passion rose at the thought of a thousand credits per vaginal sexxoring...plus she'd get to experience this spiraling pleasure on the job! Sooooooo much better than working in a widget factory, where the only pleasure was leaving at the end of the day.

If then.

"Thousands. My Olde Earth God. Millions. I'm sure your anus and your pretty mouth are even tighter and wilder, my sweet Mari Shu." Hot, lusty breath tickled her nipples, making them ache and swell like twin womanroots, begging to be bitten and laved and plucked like a chicken. Or a guitar. She didn't care, as long as there was plucking with the fucking.

"Millions," Mari Shu breathed. That was enough money that she could buy new vag seals for her sisters, removing the danger of transportation to a penile colony. "You'd swear to it? Swear on your scrotum that I'm the tightest pussy you've ever...fucked?"

She nearly stumbled over the new vocabulary term, but Master Jannifer quivered when she said it, as if it excited his hairy cock monster even more.

"I'd DNA swear," he vowed over her juddering, succulent body.

"Do it," she urged, bucking her hips in time to his powerful thrusts. "Do it harder. Harder, Master. Slap that identity panel like it's my ass, and I'll give you a freebie once a month for a year when I've received my license."

Master Jannifer hesitated. Mari Shu clenched inner muscles that she'd never before been aware of, but now that she was being piratically plundered by a pantsuit python, her Kegels stirred into penis-pleasuring, nut-commanding life.

"So tight. And taut. And hot. And squeezerific. And dripping. And..." Gasping, he flung his hand against the identity panel, verifying the almost supernatural tightness of her vag.

"We'll never have to deal with Gerald Scumbag again," Mari Shu thought to herself. Since this is a futuristic setting and psychic powers are possible, as well as electronic mind reading devices if I choose to take the story there, it's important to specify to whom Mari Shu was silently thinking. "My sweet sisters and I can even move down...to the second floor."

Her eyelids fluttered shut with ecstatic imaginings as Master Jannifer Jann Jann Janny screwed her six ways to Sunday. Okay, only one way, and the days of the week on Olde Earth were no longer measured in days of the week because every day was a Monday, but it was enough.

He screwed her hot, dripping C-word, a term we'll be saving for another segment, and Mari writhed with fiscal and physical exhilaration.

He laved her nipple some more, his tongue suddenly akin to sand paper. The feelings in her nipple competed with the feelings in her pussy as he fucked her and gnawed upon her sensitive boob nub. Gnawing. And fucking. And money. And pee pee nub tweaking. And biting. And panting. And groaning. And millions of shiny credits. And licking. And...and...and...

This vaginal sexxoring was amazing stuff! Mari once again burst into the heavens and cavorted with the orgasm angels as her body transformed into glowing raindrops of radioactive bliss.

Her bliss spread to Master Janntheman. He yanked his spear of desire free of her body, masturbated it ferociously with his long fingers, and spurted creamy fountains of sweet, sweet, vag seal dissolving spunk all over her pussy.

"Is that it?" Mari panted, wondering if his spunk was sweet like dessert goo or savory like snack goo. Perhaps next month she'd find out. "Have you removed my seal with liberal applications of saliva and semen? Am I free to become a licensed sexxorer?"

"Well, yes...unless you'd prefer to become my submissive slave, and let me whip you and flog you and order you around on your hands and knees and make you say, "Yes, Master," even though you're practically swallowing a ball gag, and if you're very good at sucking my big, hard, generously spurting cock, I will sometimes fuck your wee brown asshole?" he asked hopefully.

Mari sat up, rivers of sticky, congealing semen oozing down her thighs. Except for the gobs that had been trapped in her unfashionably blond pussy thicket.

Her vag, her whole pussy, felt...invigorated. Renewed. The lies of her sainted but sadly mistaken-about-physiology grandmother had been cleansed from Mari Shu's soul by gushing fuck juice. She welcomed her new life as a blissfully happy, orgasmic sexxorer with open arms and legs.

"Thanks, but no thanks." Mari Shu shook back her outmoded blond hair, which would hardly matter when she advertised herself as "the tightest pussy Master Jannifer Ten Thousand, Seven Hundred and Twenty of the SXC has ever fucked," straightened to her full height, thrust out her large breasts, and headed for the exam room door. "Which way to the sterilization booth?"

THREAD ENDS

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(Try Segment 1.2 Be auctioned off with an intact vag seal.)

Segment 1.4

_Pick the women's bid._

While Master Jannifer seemed to have an interest in her and, she assumed, the assets to pay for her auction bid, Mari Shu didn't like the sound of the poop shoot reaming. Nor did she understand why she was a bad slut who needed to be spanked, since the sexxorer profession and sexxoring in general, if the proper permits were acquired, was far from social suicide. Most of the wealthiest, happiest millioners were sexxorers, but she'd promised her sainted grandmother. Plus her mother hadn't been happy, but she'd done drugs, and...

She couldn't think of her mother and grandmother right now. She could only think of all that money and the amused, sexy voice of the woman who wanted to buy her contract and dissolve her vag seal.

Who hadn't called her a bad little slut or threatened to ream her poop shoot.

Who could just as easily fondle Mari Shu's sensitive pee pee nub as Master had. In fact, their clever, slender fingers, paired with smiling mouths, might be...nicer.

"I pick the women, Mari Shu managed. "Mistresses."

The lovely, sophisticated ladies high fived one another, which clued Mari Shu in about their origins. Rover class! Only people on Mars had enough credits to actually high five one another. Everyone on Olde Earth except for the top, top echelons were limited to high ones and high twos.

"Damn and blast!" Master Janny yelled. "You bitches have outbid me again! I'll make you pay! I'll whip you senseless! I'll torture you on my Saint Andrew's Younger Brother's Cross! I'll roger the lesbian right out of you until all you crave is dick, as every female should! I'll...I'll...I'll..."

Frothy spittle erupted at the edges of Master's lips as he raged.

"Dammit, Jannet," one of the women said. "Can it."

"By the moons of Saturn, not this again." The glittery bidding agent heaved a sigh. "I don't get paid enough for this shizz. Should I call security?"

Mari Shu hastily sat up, the tingling in her hoohah disappearing at the same rate Master Jann's fury increased. She unbuckled her legs from the ankle restraints and scuttled to the furthest end of the table away from Master. The room was too tiny to allow her much safety.

"I wouldn't mind if you called security," she suggested to the glittery man. "Like...now?"

Master flung up his hand and pointed at his sparkly accomplice. "I forbid it."

Glitter man shrugged. "He's the boss. Sorry."

"Stop this nonsense," one of the women ordered. "Our contract has already been accepted by the SXC. She exercised her freedom of choice, and she's ours."

"No! If I can't have her vag seal, nobody can!" Master lunged for Mari Shu with a ferocity in his dark eyes that turned Mari Shu's blood cold. Reptilian cold, like the creatures she'd heard lived on New Terra.

She lashed out with one physically fit, unfashionably long leg and connected with Master's domineering nose. "Help, help, I'm being repressed!"

His nose cracked. Blood spurted. Mari Shu screamed, having seen very little violence in her life, much less committed it. Only people on the moon and the penile colony got to commit violence! It was forbidden even on Mars.

Master Jannifer howled as if she'd cracked his soul and not his nose, which, if he was as wealthy as his bid suggested, he could have repaired lickity split. The nose, not the soul. Soul repair only took place on New Terra, so she'd heard it rumored.

The first woman pounded angrily on the window while the other disappeared behind a pearlescent pane. "Don't do this, Janny. You're already on probation."

"She's mine, I tell you, mine! And don't call me Janny! I am the Master!" Staring into Mari Shu's eyes with a fixed gaze, he advanced on her like a cobra. Not that she'd seen a cobra, and really, wasn't it a snake? A cobra would advance in a windy, slithery, on-the-ground fashion, and Master was using his feet. Snakes didn't have feet.

But Mari Shu, naked and vulnerable since glitter man refused to call security, couldn't afford to get distracted by an authorly tangent. She hopped to the chilly tiles of the floor and tried to keep the exam table between her unsullied, vag-sealed body and her insta-stalker.

"Doesn't this turn you on?" he said in a throaty voice. "My intense passion? My need for you that's so desperate I'll defy law and societal convention to have you?"

"Maybe. I don't know. I'm vag sealed and inexperienced and can't possibly analyze my sexual impulses. But the deal is done." They darted one way, then another, running circles around the table until Mari Shu feared she might become dizzy. Being in peak physical condition hadn't prepared her for this! She'd have better luck escaping Master if she was running up stairs or on a flat surface.

"We experienced love at first sight, Mari Shu. I know you felt it when our eyes met across the crowded room of the SXC entry hall. Your pussy tingled for me." His fists slammed onto the exam table. "Pussies never lie."

"My what?" she asked. "I don't have an oversized, overly intelligent feline companion. Only people on New Terra get to have domestic pets known as furzats or pussies."

"Your genitalia," he said. "The magic between your thighs, you lovely yet ignorant girl."

"Oh, my hoohah. I thought you wanted my poop shoot. Do poop shoots lie? Cuz mine's kind of clenching in fear right now."

"You should fear me, you whore. I'm the Master. Obey me...on your knees. I am a dangerous alpha male! I definitely drive a motorcycle! Hear me roar!"

He threw back his head and shouted.

Mari Shu took advantage of his distraction to kick him in the shin. It didn't do much beyond hurting her toes, but since she'd transformed from self-sacrificing virgin to feisty action heroine in the space of a few pages, it was required.

The door whacked open. One of the women stood there with an extremely annoyed expression on her attractive face. "Unacceptable, Jannifer."

Master straightened and shook his perfectly tousled locks. Blood dripped down his upper lip in two rivulets. He did indeed look dangerous. Dangerous and wild, like New Terra. "Unacceptable is having this dirty whore who longs for my cock stolen from me."

The woman tapped her face. "There's something on your nose."

"What?" Master wiped his hand across his upper lip and stared at the bright red. "Oooooh."

He paled under the tanned yet dusky orange of his skin that no spa treatment could achieve. Almost, when viewing the tall, dark and sardonic maleness of Master, Mari Shu regretted her choice. A bit of tingle woke in her hoohah at the thought of his fingers plucking her pee pee nub. At the possibilities of his masterful Masterness.

But then she remembered the violence he'd promised to inflict upon her.

"That's a lot of blood," the woman commented. "It's coming out of your nose. A real gusher."

Master's eyes rolled up in his head, and he collapsed like a popped balloon.

"A Dom who faints at the sight of blood," the woman tsked. "Well, let's get you out of here, sweetie."

The second woman appeared behind her friend, holding a robe. A glorious, multicolored, satiny robe that looked to be Mari Shu's size. "This is for you. The first of many gifts."

The material slid over her naked body like a warm breeze. For the first time in her life, she felt almost pretty. The second woman, taller and a little older than the first, knelt at Mari Shu's feet and slid comfortable matching shoes on her bare tootsies.

One of the women took her arm. Her grasp was neither tight nor impersonal. It was a friendly yet suggestive caress, hinting at longing soon to be fulfilled. Tingly longing. Pee pee nub longing. Lest Mari Shu forget what these women intended to do to her.

It wasn't a horrible reminder. Mari Shu found that her hoohah enjoyed the anticipation, almost as if it had a separate brain than the rest of her body.

As she'd recently been assured by someone who had absolutely no ulterior motive and a seemingly accurate grasp of anatomy, considering his employment, pussies didn't lie.

"I'm Liz Fifteen Thousand and Seventy Nine," the woman said.

The taller woman returned from the payments desk of the SXC. Her confident stride spoke of a person who hadn't just wiped out her entire bank account. These ladies must be loaded. Absolutely loaded.

The tall woman smiled, little crinkles at the corners of her green eyes as if she laughed a lot, or had had them surgically implanted during a spa visit three years ago, when crinkles beside the eyes had been the totally in thing but had liked them so much she'd kept them. "I'm Goldie Eighty-Five Thousand, Six Hundred and Ten."

"Nice to meet you both," Mari Shu managed. The reality of her situation was setting in. She'd been auctioned off like a used Wal-Mark impounded in a drug raid and now was legally obligated to fulfill all the degenerate desires of these two women until the end of the contract she'd never even read. And she didn't even know when she'd get the money! Or how much of it would be hers.

Would it be in time to save her sisters? Today was the day they would be tossed cruelly from their tiny flat by Gerald Scumbag for failing to pay a month's rent in advance.

"Now. You have two younger sisters, and you're in desperate financial straits?" Liz asked, as if reading her mind.

Author's Note: mind reading is metaphorical. It's not possible in this thread. Just FYI.

"Yes," Mari Shu admitted shamefully. Though the thin, sensuous fabric of the robe slid upon her body like a dream as they walked through the parking garage, it felt more like the hair shirt of guilt and failure. "I couldn't support my family on a widgeter's salary."

"We'll see to it your sisters are taken care of," Goldie said sympathetically. "What a horrible situation to be in."

"You're so kind," Mari Shu exclaimed, surprised. Why would these women help her when they'd purchased her for the dissolution of her vag seal and other sexxoring pleasures? She had some idea what those pleasures might be now that Master Jannifer had introduced her to the delights of the pee pee nub which her grandmother had sworn was naught but a urinating piece of flesh.

"The happier you are with your life, the happier you can make us," Liz said with a wink. "Ah. Here's my chauffer."

A long, expensive personal hoverlimo eased up, and a man in plain black hopped out to open the back door. The dim interior of the luxurious limo smelled like...credits.

It smelled like credits.

Mari Shu couldn't restrain an excited shiver.

Goldie leaned toward Liz and gave her a long, lingering kiss that made Mari Shu feel all funny inside. And by inside, that means in her pussy. The funny feeling was different from the excited shiver, in that it didn't make her wiggle all over and the little hairs on her too-tall body stand on end. It was more like a tingle, but deeper.

Goldie broke off the embrace with a reluctant sigh. "See you two tomorrow."

"You're leaving?" Mari Shu had assumed—hoped?—the two women would be dissolving her vag seal together with their saliva and their pretty, pretty mouths. And their soft, soft hands. And their small, perky breasts that Mari Shu very much wanted to get a permit to touch.

Did her contract allow her to touch them, too? On the breast? Behind the knees? Between the toes?

Could she...high five them? In the pussy?

"Liz won the credit toss," Goldie said, shaking her head in mock dismay.

"Don't worry. I'll get her warmed up for you, the way you like," Liz promised.

"I'm not particularly cold," Mari Shu said.

Both ladies laughed sensuously.

"Oh, sweet girl." Liz guided her into the expensive limo, and the seat squished under Mari Shu's posterior like it was full of the very best goo. "You've so much to learn."

"Teach me," Mari Shu begged, rubbing her legs together.

"Don't mind if I do." The door sealed behind Liz. Colored lights lined the ceiling, casting a blue glow around the private cabin. Liz slid her own robe off her shoulders, revealing perfect breasts, and disrobed Mari Shu.

"So...primitive," Liz breathed. Her hands were small on Mari Shu's abundant chest flesh, but the caress on the nipples was no less sweet than Master's. "I haven't seen a pair of tits like this in fifty years. Do you like this?"

"I...I...I..." Mari Shu found herself laying back in the seat as Liz slithered up her tall body. "Oh, yes."

Liz captured her lips in a searing kiss that felt like someone licking her tongue. Well, that was what Liz was doing. Nibbling her skin, flicking her tongue into Mari Shu's mouth, that sort of thing. A tidy lover, Liz didn't leave a coating of spittle on Mari Shu's face like that guy she'd had a permit to kiss a couple years ago at a party she'd attended.

Mari Shu's passion swirled higher as Liz kissed and nibbled down her naked body, their naked skin rubbing together in a naked, naked fashion. Soft against soft, nipple against nipple, hairy hoohah against hairy hoohah. The prickle of Liz's hoohah hair, in particular, excited Mari Shu for no reason she could discern, since she'd never been able to afford the permit that would have allowed her to discern anything about hoohahs.

When Liz's soft, wicked lips reached Mari Shu's hips, she urged her long, pale, unfashionable thighs high and wide—just like Mari Shu had been positioned on the sexxorer exam table. Only this time, instead of being strapped in and revealed to the questionable glower of Master Jannifer, Mari Shu voluntarily exposed her secret center of not-so-silent delight.

"Oh!" she cried when Liz licked her pee pee nub. And licked and licked and sucked and sucked. If she'd known pee pee nubs were capable of this fevered, frothy, fantastic feeling, she'd have become a sexxorer long ago. Or at least gotten a permit to learn about her hoohah. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Liz licked further down. Mari Shu felt the slight numbness of her vag seal separate her from the magic tongue and then...it was gone. She was sealed no more.

"You taste like chicken," Liz murmured.

No higher compliment could be paid, Mari Shu knew, since only people on Mars got to taste real chicken. And now...anyone who ate Mari Shu's pussy.

"I...I...I..."

"Don't try to talk." Something small and stiff quested into Mari Shu's vag. A finger! Liz's finger! Because nobody else was in the vehicle besides the driver, who was otherwise occupied, and Mari Shu, whose hands were clenched in her own hair.

When Liz began to push her finger in and out of Mari Shu's tight, hot, wet, slippery, excited, quivering, trembling, eager pussy, Mari Shu began to chant, "Oh! Oh! Oh!"—louder with every adjective that occurred to the chortling author.

Liz sucked that pink, pulsing, precious, petal-like, pretty, panting (metaphorically) pee pee nub into her mouth and licked it fast. Lick, lick, lick. Suck, suck, suck. Oh, oh, oh!

Needless to say, a massive OH followed shortly thereafter. The OH seemed to stream out of every single pore of Mari Shu's body.

I know, right???

If you like, we'll leave a scene break here for you to take a little personal time. If you know what we mean. "We" being the author, her editors, and her copyeditors, who are probably going to yell at her for this.

Mari Shu recognized the delightful sensation spurting out her pores for what it was.

True love.

She loved Liz Fifteen Thousand and Seventy Nine with every single pore of her body that had OH streaming out of it. Her body, she'd once heard, was comprised of atoms and ashes and sand and pollution and goo, and her atoms loved Liz, too.

"My atoms love you!" Mari Shu screamed at her OH-mazing peak. Granted, she might have loved Liz more if there'd been something a bit...bulkier and harder in her vag, which she couldn't really have known but is foreshadowing for later, but she loved Liz enough.

Liz chuckled into Mari Shu's pussy. Since readers understand Mari Shu was a sexxoring virgin until about ten seconds ago, there was no chuckle echo—we're not talking a cavernous cooter here.

Not that anyone's vagina, no matter how well-loved and appreciated, would ever create an echo. Maybe queef a bit, at most. So that was a stupid joke. Pretend it wasn't in here.

Liz eased back in the luxurious seat, spread her toned, spa-beautiful legs, and parted her labia with two fingers. "Show me how much you've learned, sweet girl."

Mari Shu's eyes were drawn to that pee pee nub like iron filings to a magnet, except not at all, because iron filings would cut the tender skin of one's ladyparts in a dangerous fashion, or at least be very irritating. Like sand. Gods, how uncomfortable! Which is why all those photos of people having sex on the beach are sooooo unrealistic.

Mari Shu dove onto Liz's pee pee nub ravenously. The finest goo that had ever crossed her lips proceeded to cross her lips. Liz panted and squirmed at Mari Shu's ardent ministrations, but luckily not menstruations, because homey don't want no blood hounds in this book, sorry.

She imitated the things Liz had done to her with the suckling and fingering and chuckling. Soon Liz, too, experienced her big OH moment. To Mari Shu's surprise, Liz's vag—which she had had two fingers deep inside—gave Mari Shu a bunch of appreciative little hugs to say thank you for the slurp.

"You're welcome," Mari Shu said as Liz languished limply on the lushly lined limo lounge. AKA the seat. Some goo had escaped Mari Shu's notice on the slick surface, so she nommed it off with her fingers. "Although I admit, I'm still a bit peckish. You're gootastic, Liz, but you're not very filling."

Liz groped with a lazy hand for the intercom. "James, run us through the Gourmet Drive Through on the way home, would you? Get yourself a meal, too."

"Oh, my goodness, I've never eaten there," Mari Shu said, clapping her hands.

"All kinds of new experiences for you today." Liz tucked her head under Mari Shu's chin and snuggled, naked, as the limo cruised between increasingly high class buildings. The sounds of the city were quieter here. The smells more vag-like. Or was that her breath? Either way, it was nicer than the slums where Cassie and Trish were.

As if reading her mind—and remember, there's no mind reading here. Liz is just that intuitive!—Liz said, "Oh, we moved your sisters to a different apartment and gave them some food money. In case you were suddenly wondering about them and didn't know how to bring them up gracefully."

"Thank you," Mari Shu said. They pulled into the drive. "What's that noise?"

A thunderous buzzing increased behind them, until the buzzing deepened into a chugging roar.

"Mari Shu!" cried a desperate male voice.

Liz rolled down the window. "What is going on?"

It was Master. On a motorcycle. Without so much as a helmet.

"I must have her. She must be mine," he demanded.

Mari Shu gasped. He was so manly and dangerous! The unsafe behavior. The crazed look in his eyes. The showing up in places he shouldn't have known she would be.

"Look, Janny, we won her fair and square, and I've taken care of the seal," Liz said, attempting to roll up the window.

Master Janny leapt off his lavish hover cycle and pressed a strong hand on the window. His sardonic yet frantic eyes bored into Mari Shu's. "You should know, my pet, I'll follow you wherever they take you. I'll never stop until you're mine. These women...they're too nice. They don't know how to treat a natural submissive like you. They don't know what you really need. But I do."

Suddenly her vag, which had achieved such happiness during Liz's licking, throbbed in a way that suggested she had delights yet to experience. Delights that would part its petals like a hairy, masculine fist parting a poorly-maintained exercise bag filled with glitter. Because you know how common those are. And since they're common—what with people's hatred of glitter and desire to beat it up—some of those bags are likely to be poorly maintained.

She wanted that fist inside her.

Ok, maybe not right away because you really have to work up to fisting, I hear, but those things he'd said about her being a stinking whore who needed to be paddled and reamed got kind of glossed over when she witnessed his passion for her.

He must love her.

Did that mean she didn't love Liz?

Did she love Master Jann Jann—his forcefulness, his stalky psychoness, his is-this-guy-the-villian-hell-if-I-know-ness? His domineering lustiness.

Did she need what only he could give her?

Were Liv and Goldie too nice?

"You should also know that if you refuse me now, your sexual torture and punishments will be that much worse once I finally get my hands on you. Which I will. I will stalk you to the ends of the universe until your fecal flower is mine."

Eyes...stare...so...intense! "I...I...I..."

"Make no mistake, Mari Shu. I see straight to your submissive core with my Dom-dar. I know your true heart. No-one can fulfill you but me. I know you yearn to crawl to me and beg my forgiveness. I know you want it. Liz isn't your Master. Oh, yeah, I know you want me. You're an innocent girl. But the way you look at me? You must want to be dirty. I know you want it."

"Um," Mari Shu said. While it was true that the thrill of the big OH had given her a keen interest in the many varieties of sexxoring she'd heard existed, Master Janny seemed to think he knew her better than she knew herself. Did he? How?

Everything confused her. At the beginning of today, she'd just wanted to take care of her family, and now it seemed she had to take care of the rest of her sexxoring life.

"Final offer. I'll give you ten percent over what you paid for her," Master said to Liz. "I'll throw in the widget factory in Siberia. I really need to be the one she gives that ass up to. You're too square for her."

"I'm hardly square," Liz said with a frown. "I'm gay, and Goldie and I have an assortment of toys and friends I plan to—"

"I'm trying to be a nice guy with my offer," he warned Liz, "but you keep refusing me. I don't like it when women refuse me. Your poop chute probably needs a good reaming, too, slut."

"What do you think, Mari Shu?" Liz asked, her expression expressionless, as if she wanted to know what Mari Shu thought.

Mari Shu knew she had to make a decision. Should she admit she'd made a mistake? She wanted to experience the pleasures Master Jannifer Jann Jann had to offer—to be his obedient and pampered slave, at least if he agreed to include her sisters' upkeep in the new contract. It wasn't at all alarming that he'd tracked her halfway across the continent to some random fast goo drive through and was threatening to stalk her until she gave in to him. Nor is it alarming that the author is obviously trying to sway your choice toward the nice lesbians with exaggerated depictions of Master's behavior and pseudo Robin Thicke lyrics.

On the other hand, What was so damn wrong with nice? Stay with the women. After all, if Liz's goo was the finest goo that had ever crossed her lips, what would Goldie's goo be like?

Oh, dear. Oh, oh, oh! What should Mari Shu do?

Segment 1.6 **)** Go with Master Jannifer.

Segment 1.7 **)** Stay with the women.

**Segment 1.5**

Pick Master Jannifer's bid.

"I...I...I..." Mari Shu stuttered.

So dark. So sardonic. That cleft chin. And big hands. The practiced plucking of her pee pee nub. That fat tongue with which he kept licking his lips so she'd see it and think about his saliva in her vag.

"Master," she breathed. "My Master."

"I knew she wanted me," Master Jannifer declared with a satisfied smile. "I can sense the natural submissives before they know themselves. You lose, Liz. You lose to the Master yet again, until such a time as you outbid me."

"Which was last week, Janny," one of the women said. "Quit gloating."

The window pearled over, leaving Mari Shu alone with Master. Her owner. For how long? How would she support her sisters? How did this contract stuff work?

Better yet, how did this sexxoring thing work?

"This is for you. Never remove it." From his pocket he produced a large black band studded with silver spikes. He placed it around her unprotesting neck, for it's the mouth part of a person that protests, and sometimes muscles or joints, which protest by hurting.

It clicked shut with a finality Mari Shu recognized. It resembled the sound that the door had made behind her when she'd walked into the SXC the first time, years ago, with her drug-addled sexxorer mother. That was back before they'd gotten the sliding doors installed.

All her life had been leading up to this moment, when she would betray her vow to her sainted grandmother, which the author keeps mistyping as "stained", which is pretty damn funny when you think about it. All her life had been leading her to the SXC and Master's collar on her neck.

He hooked a silver chain to the collar and yanked her to the floor. "Follow me, slave."

The thought of crawling after Master Jannifer, naked, boobs dangling like pendulums, hands and calves scraping through other people's foot dirt, and maybe other stuff, this being the SXC... The thought of being led by her owner like a pet through the sexy, sexy sexxorers in SXC front hall gave Mari Shu an odd feeling very low in her stomach. With her sexual inexperience, she didn't link it to arousal.

By the time they reached the parking garage of the SXC, she sure did. The scrapes on her hands and knees felt like teasing, burning kisses. The way Master tugged on her chain, nonverbally commanding her to come, gave her pussy a tingle every time. So she, you know, slowed down a lot, so he'd have to tell her to come again...and again...and again...

But they did arrive at his transportation before Mari Shu discovered what sexxoring's peak excitement was all about.

"Lean over my motorcycle seat," he ordered her. "You must be punished that you considered choosing those women over me."

"Punished?" Mari Shu asked. "I thought dragging me on a chain a lot further than anybody should crawl was enough punishment?"

"Did I give you permission to speak?" he said in a dark, chocolaty voice. Not that she'd had real chocolate. Only people on Mars, yadda yadda. "I did not. And when you do speak, the only thing I want to hear from you is Yes, Master, and No, Master. Never, ever, ever call me any form of Jannifer."

"Yes, Master," she said, her pussy growing moister and tinglier when she obeyed. So she said it again as she positioned herself, ass perked, over the expensive saddle seat of his luxury hoverbike. "Yes, Master, yes, Master, yes, Master, yes, Master, yes, Master, oooh!"

"Stop saying that," he said irritably.

But it felt so lovely. She tried her other permitted phrase for comparison. "No, Master."

That was even better. In fact, saying it almost felt like she was touching her own pee pee nub. Rolling her hips in a jaunty rhythm, she rapped, "No, Master, no, Master, no, Master, no! Oh, no no...no, Master, no!"

"That's not how this is supposed to work." He wrapped the chain hooked to her collar around her wrists and through a convenient metal loop on his bike, cinching her firmly to the surprisingly comfortable seat. "Stop saying that."

"Yes, Master, no, Master, yes, yes, yes, no, no, no, Master, Master, MMMMM-ouch!"

A stinging blow landed on her butt and silenced her sexxorific speechifying. Then another. Then another. Master's firm, instructional hand thwacked her lean yet lush, creamy yet reddening, clean yet dirty, dirty, dirty bottom that was unfashionable in all the ways bottoms could be unfashionable in the year 4097, so it deserved to be punished.

This was what she got for failing to support her sisters and protect them from Gerald Scumbag!

Smack!

This was what she got for breaking her vow to her grandmother!

Smack!

This was what she got for not understanding what a pussy was until Master Who Wasn't To Be Called Jannifer explained it!

Smack!

Soon, Master was paddling her ass with both hands. Splatta-splat-splat! It was like the Olde Olde Olde Earth game of ping pong, except there was no hollow ball involved, or paddles, or a special table, because they were just sexxoring it up in the SXC parking garage. For all Mari Shu knew, they could have had an audience.

(Hint: they did.)

If Mari Shu could have seen her buttocks, which she couldn't because her head and long, blond, unfashionable locks were hanging on the opposite side of the aptly named crotch rocket, she would have been amazed. Master's controlling palms transformed her white skin to a blazing shade of reddish, pinkish, not exactly orangish, but definitely hot glow. Her whole ass! Like a baboon in heat! Except Mari Shu wouldn't have been able to make that comparison because baboons didn't exist on Mars anymore, while on New Terra, the exact same animal was called a bobaboboon to make it seem more exotic and otherworldly.

What she did know was heat spread through her buttocks like the sexy, sexy humiliation had spread through her body as Master had shown off his new sub in the SXC. When the heat reached her pussy, she couldn't restrain herself any longer.

"Yes, Master! Yes, Master! Yes, Master!"

He grabbed her red cheeks like two recalcitrant widgets and slammed them together. Then dragged them apart. Her supple tush cushions wobbled. The pulling stretched the intimate flesh she'd never purchased a permit to explore.

Her pee pee nub began to throb. Throb, throbbity, throb. An ache deep inside her pussy echoed it. Ache, acheity, ache.

Meanwhile, the coincidentally all-male onlookers in the garage began to masturbate. Mari Shu didn't know that part. She just knew that Master's touch disappeared.

"No, Master!" she cried in despair

A belt buckle clinked—a belt she hadn't seen him wearing because the author doesn't want to go back and create consistency. A zipper unzipped. A large, hot, softish but hard, velvety but sweaty, wide but stabby, thick but rigid, loving but torturing rod of flesh prodded her poop shoot.

"No, Master!" she cried in something that wasn't despair but was a lot more like, "Hell, no, Master Jann Jann, there's, like, no lube back there, and I've got a virgin butthole, and dude, what are you thinking?" except she was only allowed to say, "No, Master!"

But just like Master could sense her inner sub, he could sense that a bone-dry reaming of her poop shoot might not be the best way to introduce his new slave to the joys of surrender and sexxoring. However, though the anus doesn't create a whole ton of lubricant in and of itself, there's a nearby orifice that sometimes does.

The vag.

But it was sealed.

Horrors! Was Mari Shu's first sexual encounter doomed to end so abruptly and unorgasmically?

Don't worry, this isn't going to be a new choice you have to make, because the answer is NO. It is NOT going to end unorgasmically for our obedient heroine.

Master Jannifer considered allowing the masturbating audience to cum all over Mari Shu and provide the needed lubricant for the tiny fecal flower he longed to cram full of cock, but then it would be their semen, not his, dissolving her vag seal—a dissolution that could only happen as many times in a person's lifetime as they had the seal reinstalled and then found somebody to apply semen or saliva to it. But this was Mari Shu's first, and she was his slave. His.

Only his cock would enter her orifices this first time. Only his semen would dry in crusty rivulets on her delicate skin. He'd have to de-seal her vag the headhopping way, so now we're going back to Mari Shu find out how Mari Shu's thinking. Don't want you to get confused.

Master leaned over Mari Shu's naked, restrained body. "I'm going to fuck your tight pussy," he whispered, in a way that was reminiscent of a different thread, but you know, it's the same guy. He'd say the same kind of thing in similar situations.

"Yes, Master," Mari Shu agreed tremulously.

"But first, we have to dissolve that seal." He kissed all the way down her spine, spread her legs, slavered over her bottom blossom, and then located her pee pee nub with his questing, dripping tongue.

"Yes, Master," Mari Shu agreed less tremulously. A fierce ecstasy rose in her at this oral twiddling. Master licked her pee pee nub until she was holding back moans—she hadn't been allowed to moan—and then slurped her vag seal until it disappeared.

The insertion of his tongue into her vag, the very first thing to ever enter it, was a moment she would never forget. His tongue wasn't, like, extending into her womanly depths or anything, because Master was fully human and human tongues only extend so far. Which might be a spoiler for another thread! But still. We're talking about this particular deflowering. Where were we?

Right, tongue in vag. Master thrust his thick, wet tongue in and out of her vag, and Mari Shu would never forget it, because she discovered it was rather ineffective as an instrument of rogering in general.

"No, Master," she said sharply. She braced her feet, at the end of those long, long legs, on the ground and thrust her buttocks insistently toward him. She wanted more spankings. The spankings, the spankings! And then she wanted a real rogering. The rogering, the rogering! She wanted to be vaginally sexxored by his cockmonster, or at least his finger, since his tongue was meh for this particular purpose.

About nine of the masturbating men jetted their spunk onto the cement when Mari Shu contradicted her Master.

Master grunted and spanked her as punishment.

Four more onlookers spewed the contents of their scrotums like their penises were vomiting desire.

"I don't have to fuck you today," Master threatened, trying to ignore the guys jacking off as he trained his new sub. He wasn't very into guys, but this was a public space, so he couldn't exactly shut them out. "I could put it off for weeks. I could rouse you to a sexy summit, paddle your bottom, taste your sweet, submissive cream, and prevent you from orgasming until your whole body is one giant "I'll do anything for you, Master!" Do you think you deserve to be fucked, slave?"

"Yes, Master," she said honestly, since she'd enrolled as a sexxorer, after all, and it was her legal employment. Every citizen of Olde Earth deserved to perform the duties of their legal employment.

"And perhaps you do." His broad cock head blatted her vag entrance before sliding deep. Really deep. Until he had to stop--bang! Right in the cervix. Maybe. Depends on how far you imagine any cock can plunge into any vagina.

But cervix or no, there was pain. Mari Shu was a sub, according to Master Janny Jann Jann, so she could take the pain. She loved it. She got off on it. Or she would, here in a bit.

"Yes, Master! she shouted.

The next to last onlooker shot his shrew-brew through the air in a glittery arc.

Mari Shu's ass burned hot with post-spanking bliss, her pee pee nub tingled with cunnilingus-induced arousal, and her vag was wet and throbby with cockful yearning.

Master began to pump her good. The hover cycle rocked, but he'd had the wheels widened for better stability as a spanking bench. Mari Shu yanked at the chains that bound her wrists, relishing the fact that she couldn't free herself, because then she might be responsible for helping her own damn self to achieve orgasm, and she had no idea how to go about that...except for one way.

Saying the words.

"Yes, Master!" she breathed. Then louder. "Yes, Master, yes, Master, yes, yes, yes!"

That tingle swelled inside her pee pee nub like a dam about to burst. Not that Mari Shu had seen a dam burst, but she could imagine.

Master fucked her faster and faster, telling her what a tight pussy she had, what a dirty little whore she was, and so on and so forth. The juxtaposition of compliments and insults would have confused Mari Shu if she'd been paying the slightest bit of attention to him.

Well, she was paying attention to his genitalia. His cock pillaged her, and his nutsack hypothetically whacked against her pee pee nub with every thrust, increasing those special, special tingles. I say hypothetically because...really? I mean, in my "research", you know, nutsacks tend to draw up into the body as the male human approaches his climax, leaving little excess skin for swinging and swatting. And surely, after beatifically spanking Mari Shu's submissive, untouched ass and being the first person to plunder her pink, pulsing pussy, Master had to be damned close to unloading his slimy cargo by now.

And he was. But not as close as Mari Shu.

She burbled out one final, "Yes!" before her own love juice gushed out of her, turning her silken sheath into a glistening tunnel of... No, this didn't happen. Female ejaculation is a definite thing, but with Master stuffing her muffin so emphatically, neither one of them would have noticed her splooge.

Master and Mari Shu definitely noticed Master's splooge. He hosed her down with semen in all the places. Inside her pussy, outside her pussy, between her buttocks, up her elegantly knobbed spine. It was a lot of semen. He was a lot of Dom. He roared his triumph, continuing to spurt this amazing, anime-tastic amount of fluid all over her red ass cheeks.

The last spectator, who'd been whacking furiously this whole time because probably he'd fallen in love with Mari Shu at first sight, felt his hard on take a little break when he witnessed the Master's buckets and buckets of fluid. Not only had another man given this blond, tall, buxom, yet somehow beautiful woman her first orgasm instead of him—his name was Larry—but he'd never seen so much dick liqueur. He'd certainly never drained his doolarky that fulsomely.

Anguished, he slumped to his knees and sobbed quietly. But enough about Larry.

"My cum is all over you," Master panted to Mari Shu. "I've marked you as mine and taken your Vah-sealseal."

He rubbed his DJ jazzy jizz in her ass like the love lotion it was. Mari Shu, a little verklempt from her first ever orgasm, found this soothing and pleasant, until his cum dried and tightened in the tiny hairs all over her body. It pulled at the hairs and skin in a way that wasn't the sexy kind of painful.

"No, Master," she managed, then spoke completely out of turn. "Gross."

"Silence!" Master Jannifer had already spurted in this segment and couldn't achieve another hard on quickly enough to correct Mari Shu's oopsie the way he knew it had to be done. Instead, even though he'd stated a lack of inclination to share her virgin orifices, he pointed a finger at the extremely attractive but sobbing man who'd been depressed by Master's copious cum.

He was going to have to tag in a loaner boner.

"You."

The man looked up. "Me?"

"You, with the still-workable wanker. Come punish this dirty whore. She doesn't deserve my glistening rod."

"No, Master!" Mari Shu glanced around the parking garage and noticed the avariciously staring voyeurs and sticky puddles all over the concrete. Many still had their cocks out, but all were flaccid.

Except for one.

The man on his knees had a gorgeous cock. Not that Mari Shu had seen many cocks, including Master's, since he'd been behind her this whole time. But this guy's cock could have been used to create vibrators. Nice, versatile vibrators, not too big or too skinny, with veins and round hoods and that in-between brownish pink color. Mari Shu knew about vibrators, because her mother, the drug-addled sexxorer, had had all sorts of devices.

"Yes, Master," she said as she eyeballed the new guy.

"What? You dare have an opinion before I ask you for one?" Master Jannifer slid his belt out of the loops and slashed it across Mari Shu's round, tempting buttocks.

The pain! So much more severe than his hands, which felt pampered and soft by comparison to the belt. Which they were, but still. The lash of the belt made Mari Shu squeal involuntarily.

"Don't hurt her, Jannifer," the man with the beautiful cock said. He strode toward Master and Mari Shu with a stern expression.

"How many times do I have to tell you people? I am Master."

"I'm not calling you that, psycho. Just don't hurt her."

"Mari Shu likes to be hurt." The belt cut across her thighs. It stung, it stung! Where was the pleasure, the pleasure? Why wasn't it fun and fun like before? "Don't you, Mari Shu?"

"Yes...no...yes, Master?" It was as close as she could get to maybe.

Master laughed. "She's a dirty slut. A bad, nasty girl who couldn't take care of her family without selling her body to the highest bidder. She needs to be taught a lesson. A lesson about where pleasure becomes pain and then becomes pleasure again because pain is pleasure."

The belt fell on her back, but it didn't rise, because it got stuck in a tacky pool of drying jizz.

"Oh, crap," Master said. "I swear, that stuff is like super glue."

"Spanking is one thing, but your belt is leaving welts...Jannifer. Is this how you treat a citizen who's simply doing her job?" The new man and Master scuffled. Flesh landed on flesh. Wham, wham, wham! Several of the onlookers began to masturbate again, and Mari Shu could see them do it. Rubbing themselves, watching the two men...what were the guys behind her doing?

Mari Shu craned but couldn't see. As long as Master wasn't belting her, she didn't care, although she was getting uncomfortable crooked over this hover cycle.

The scuffle finally ended. Two men behind her, breathing hard. That was...kind of interesting. The lash marks left by the belt turned to hot, thrilling pleasure.

Mari Shu wanted more thrilling, hot pleasure, right on her pussy.

"Yes, Master," she said.

"Her fecal flower needs to be plucked." Master's command sent thrums all through Mari Shu's central nervous system. "Only then will I know if she's a true sub."

"True sub? I thought you have a special sub radar that...ah, never mind," the other man said. "Are you saying you want me to make sweet anal love to your private sexxorer?"

"Yesssss. I want to watch her face when it happens." Footsteps circled the bike until Master came into view. "I'll need to be around here in front."

"And you want me to do this without lube or working her up to it with a succession of anal plugs and finger fucking?"

"I want it done now," Master growled. "And you have just the cock for the job, Larry, since it's moderately sized, rock hard, straight as a girder, and full of cum."

"Has to be her call," this Larry person said. "It's her rear window, and I'm just a regular Jimmy Stewart helplessly watching the scene."

The Master yanked Mari Shu's face sideways by the hair, staring down at her—dared she hope in a fond manner?

"Mari Shu, I'm going to give you a choice since this segment is over 3000 words. Do you want a complete stranger to goop your poop shoot or do you want me to take you home to my BDSM dungeon and toss you in your cage, you dirty whore?"

The stranger who might be named Larry and who might be named Jimmy Stewart did have a gorgeous cock. However, she loved Master Jannifer and wanted to save all her orifices for him and him alone! Larry was just some random guy.

Should she...

Segment 1.8 **)** Get her fecal flower plucked by the stranger.

Segment 1.9 **)** Go home to Master Jannifer's dungeon.

Segment 1.6

_Go with Master Jannifer._

"I can't help it," Mari Shu admitted, bursting into perfect, crystalline tears that turned her blue eyes into stars. "I want to know what it's like with a manly man. My curiosity has been awoken, and something about pussies and killing things."

"I can't say I think it's a good decision, but it's yours to make." Liv opened the door for Mari Shu. "Take the robe, sweetie. It's cold out tonight. And you, Janny—I expect to see my bank account increase in the next sixty seconds, or I'm calling Goldie. You know you don't want me to let Goldie know you snaked the girl before the deal is final."

"No, no." Master Jannifer placed his wrist chip—the data chip I haven't mentioned anywhere into the story until now, but that's where he has his—against the limo's identification panel and instructed it to send a lot of money to Liz. The credits rolled across the screen. Mari Shu watched in awe, her eyes glazed with the orgasm Liz had just given her. And with love.

Love for Master Janny, who'd tracked her across half a continent—did I mention the vehicles travel very fast here?—to beg for a second chance to roger all her orifices and make her his submissive slave.

He had to be right about her being a submissive in her heart, else why would he expend so much effort? It couldn't possibly be that he was some kind of control freak.

"I also want you to deed your estate over to Mari Shu in the event of your untimely death," Liz said, "at least until her contract pays out. She has responsibilities."

Mari Shu experienced a quick worry about her siblings. Would Master take care of them? Liz said she had, but...would Liz kick them out of the new flat because Mari Shu had deserted her for Master?

"Uh," Mari Shu said. "What about those responsibilities?"

"The estate deed Janny's signing right now enables you to meet them," Liz explained. "It's pretty standard with a private sexxorer contract. The contracts take into account that the money doesn't necessarily show up in time to pay monthly bills, so those get handled."

"Oh."

"Get on the back of my bike," Master growled at her. "And forget all iterations of Jannifer, because that isn't my name. I'm Master. Now I'm going to take you home and teach you a lesson about what it means when you choose anyone besides me. You're never leaving the house after tonight. I don't trust you with other people, slut."

"Is it safe to ride this bike together?" Mari Shu asked hesitantly. "It's one thing for you to race wildly across the continent, helmetless and yelling my name to impress me with your abundance of testosterone and ability to track me anywhere I go, but it's another thing for me to ride on it, too. I'm only wearing a thin, colorful robe."

"Quit whining, slave. From now on, the only thing I want to hear out of you is "Yes, Master" and "No, Master"," he said. "Now get out of mind! And onto the back of my bike."

Liz's limo pulled away. Mari Shu didn't know what part of the continent she was on and didn't have the credits to get home. Master owned her. Body and soul and thin, colorful robe, until she earned out her sexxorer contract. She didn't even know how long that would be.

At least her sisters were taken care of.

She mounted the bike. The pressure of the warm seat on her still-aroused pussy felt sublime. The motor throbbed, and she wriggled with pleasure. Ooooh! Perhaps motorcycles had positives.

Furious that she'd nearly escaped him, Master Jann Jann pealed out of the fast goo joint with a squeal of tires before the hover bike rose into the air.

Unfortunately, he took the turn onto the highway too abruptly, and the bike crashed into a building. Because this was the good part of the continent, not the bad part, the building didn't crumble to pieces, but instead killed Jannifer on impact—by crushing his helmetless head, of course.

As for Mari Shu, when the bike had lurched into the air, she hadn't been prepared. Her wet, slippery pussy, tender and moist from Liz's luscious laps, propelled her off the back of the seat as if she'd been oiled.

She landed on her rump on the sidewalk and watched, horrified, as Master Jannifer met his untimely death.

Except it wasn't that untimely for Mari Shu, since she promptly inherited one of the largest fortunes on Olde Earth.

The first thing Mari Shu did, after securing her sisters' safety, was hire Gerald Scumbag so she could kick him in the head as many times as she wanted.

Then, after she and Liz ran into each other at a rover class shindig on Mars one night—as equals, not as mistress and hired sexxorer—they started dating, found out they had a lot in common, fell in real, true love, and lived happily ever after.

THREAD ENDS

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(Try Segment 1.7: Stay with the women.)

Segment 1.7

_Stay with the women._

"I already made my choice," Mari Shu said, "unless you want me to go with Master so you can turn a profit?"

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" Liz asked kindly.

"I don't know, what do you want me to do?" Mari Shu asked, equally kindly

"I don't know, what do you truly want to do, dear girl?" Liz asked, taking her hand sincerely.

"Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. So what would you like?" Mari Shu replied with a polite smile. She did have feelings on the topic—she hoped to remain with Liz and Goldie and their delicious goo—but what if Liz would rather have more money than some inexperienced, unattractive, unfashionable, large-breasted sexxorer on staff?

"Get out of the car and come with me!" Master roared, shaking the car.

Mari Shu pressed a kiss to Liz's cheek. "I completely understand if that widget factory Jannifer promised has more value to you than a... Well, than me." She smiled bravely.

"That's Master to you, sub," he snarled. "You're going to regret this dallying. I'm going to whip you until you bleed and then gag you with my monstrously large cock until you beg for more."

Mari Shu managed to conceal her shudder. She didn't think she'd beg for more whipping and gagging. And how could she beg for anything if a monstrous cock was gagging her? Wasn't begging primarily vocal? She was so confused.

"There's no greater treasure than a human life," Liz said. "This is about what you want, Mari Shu."

"I want..." Mari Shu bit her lip uncertainly. If she stated her preference, would Master become creepier and stalkier than he'd already threatened to be? If it was Liz's decision to keep Mari Shu and not Mari Shu's decision, surely he wouldn't stalk her until the end of days? He wouldn't steal from Liz if the original contract remained legally binding. While having little innate leeriness of his controlling ways previously, she suddenly developed some wariness, which moves this particular thread forward. "I don't know."

"That's because you're a natural submissive, you stupid whore, and you need me to tell you what you want! And what you get! And what to think! And when to get on your hands and knees! And when to lick my boots! And when to pee and poop and talk and sneeze!" Master said. "Can't you see you were born to submit to me?"

"I want you to be happy," Mari Shu admitted to Liz, avoiding Master's crazed glare.

Liz cupped her cheek. "That is so sweet."

"Does he actually have a Dom-dar?" she whispered, risking a glance at Master, who had begun to froth with rage again, like at the SXC. Perhaps he needed to have that disorder checked out by a doctor. "Is he right about me and what I need for fulfillment?"

"Does this feel right?" Liz leaned forward and returned Mari Shu's kiss, this time on the lips. What could Mari Shu do but kiss her mistress back? The kiss went on and on and on. And on and on and on. Their tongues flicked in and out like snakes, not that Mari Shu had ever seen a real snake. Only people on Mars got to see real snakes. Flick, flick, flick. Kiss, kiss, kiss.

Next Liz's hand pinched her nipples. Pinch, pinch, pinch. Kiss, kiss, kiss.

In response, Mari Shu rubbed Liz's hoohah. Rub, rub, rub. Kiss, kiss, kiss.

Happily, Liz honched her hoohah into Mari Shu's helpful hand. Honch, honch, honch. Kiss, kiss, kiss.

The triplicate lovemaking was turning Mari Shu on all over again, especially considering Master was standing outside the car, watching her and her sexy Mistress pleasure each other! It swelled her ego, her exhibitionistic streak, and her bud of rainbow sparkling joy simultaneously.

Speaking of simultaneously, Liz plied her fingers against Mari Shu's bud of joy. Ply, ply, ply. Kiss, kiss, kiss.

"Oh, oh, oh," Mari Shu cried.

"Rarrrrrrrrr, rarrrrrrrr, rarrrrrrr!" Master bellowed and leapt onto the rear of the car, bashing at the window. "I'll have you, have you, have you or I'll kill you, kill you, kill you! One way or another, I'm going to find you and get you, get you, get you!"

Liz paused their lovemaking and panted, "Driver, please accelerate at top speed. We'll order dinner to be delivered to the penthouse."

The driver skidded out of the line at the fast goo joint so quickly the back end of the car wagged like a dog's tail. Not that Mari Shu had ever seen a real dog wag its tail, but it also wagged like what Liz's fingers were doing across her love bud, so she could appreciate the similarity. Master flew against a brick wall, thudded into it, and stumbled woozily after them. You might be surprised that Liz and Mari Shu could witness this while they were so busy kiss, kiss, kissing, but the whole scenario was caught on their license plate camera, and they watched it later. Then in slow motion. Then in fast motion. Then it became a viral video once Goldie added a jinky melody behind it—she was excellent with graphics and computers. But we're getting ahead of ourselves.

Liz and Mari Shu again consummated their desires en route to Liz's exclusive penthouse, where a delicious dinner of real food awaited them and the driver. Then they fell into bed—just Liz and Mari Shu, not the driver—and made love half the night with lots of muff munching and dildo diddling and boobie biting and pretty much everything two enthusiastic ladies can do to each other when BDSM isn't involved.

The next day dawned grey and surly, without even the bleakest shaft of sunlight. The perfect weather! Liz had already gone to work, and Mari Shu's only job was to await her and Goldie's pleasure and maybe talk on the video phone to her sisters or watch programs or exercise in the gym to ensure she remained in peak physical condition, because her occupation as a contracted sexxorer didn't eliminate her obligation to the Olde Earth government.

Mari Shu stretched her arms above her head and sang. "I'm completely and totally in love with Liz and in love with love and in love with orgasms and in love with getting paid such a high salary, per my contract, to be in love and have orgasms!"

It wasn't a good song. In fact, it didn't rhyme and was quite bad. But she sang it with her whole loving heart.

The days passed in loving bliss with Liz and Goldie arriving home from work and all three of them making love for many loving hours on end. Goldie lived in the next penthouse over, which she often called the love nest. Sometimes Mari Shu stayed at Goldie's loving place and sometimes at Liz's. The best was when they stayed together in a pink and orange triangle of nub love, faces pressed between legs, mouths slurping lovingly on one other's hoohahs, trying to outdo one another with the volume and drippiness of their coochie chomping.

The day came when Liz and Goldie decided to throw a love party to celebrate their loving threesome. They dressed Mari Shu in the finest sparkly sexxorer clothing made of such soft, colorful material that it aroused Mari Shu as it draped lovingly across the body she was coming to appreciate, if not love. Despite the fact she was taller and boobier and paler and blonder than her beloved Liz and Goldie, Liz and Goldie never complained, not even lovingly, or hinted that she was unfashionable.

However, once the wealthy thousanders and their stylish, sophisticated sexxorer staff members all arrived for the party, Mari Shu realized love wasn't everything.

Love wouldn't scrunch her to the same height as all the other beauteous women who were friends with Goldie and Liz. Nay, Mari Shu stood nigh as tall as the men at the party. Love wouldn't turn her skin orangily glowing or blacken her hair to a glossy dark brown. Love wouldn't broaden her muscular yet plush ass and hips so that her figure resembled a delicious, juicy pear—a pear that she'd gotten to eat one time when Goldie had had some imported straight from Mars. And it certainly wouldn't reduce the size of her bazonga bosom so her breasticles didn't bounce so high that they nearly thonked into her chin when all the sexxorers were asked to take off their clothing and jump on trampolines.

Everyone laughed at Mari Shu's huge breasts.

Even the other sexxorers quit jumping and began to stare and laugh.

Mari Shu started to get off the trampoline and hide her ugly body, but Goldie said, "Keep jumping, precious!"

The thousanders at the party clapped along to Mari Shu's humiliated springs. Several whistled, stamped their feet, and cheered, as if they were at a garbage ball game.

"That's amazing!"

"They're like huge bubbles!"

"Where did you find her?"

"Oh my Pluto, are they real?" a man exclaimed.

"Our Mari Shu is completely untouched by spa treatments," Goldie bragged. "Here, you can feel for yourself."

Goldie took Mari Shu by the arm and helped her off the trampoline. Soon everyone at the party was lining up to cup and palm and sproing and bounce and pat and pinch and lift and separate and stretch and poke and twist and motorboat Mari Shu's huge breasts.

"So old-style."

"So big."

"So rubbery."

"So white."

"So red in the nipple."

"So elastic....Ouch, hey! Okay, I'll quit pulling it."

"So poky. Look, I could lose a whole finger in here."

"You think that's something, I could lose a whole face in here. Bububububububu!"

None of this was Mari Shu's favorite...until one handsome man bent over and applied his perfectly shaped mouth to her nipple.

"Oooh!" she exclaimed.

"Now, now, Hunk. Don't damage my new toy," Goldie said in a laughing voice.

"Mmmmmmmmmm. Oh God. Mmmmmmmm. So good. Mmmmmmmm. I can't believe it. Mmmmmmmm." He licked and toothed her a little more, adding some palming and squeezing Mari Shu moaned. Very quietly, so Goldie wouldn't catch on. Hunk's mouth was toothier and more testosteronely forceful than the loving mouths of her female mistresses. The abrasion of his slightly unshaven face as he nuzzled and licked gave her definite tingly feelings in her pee pee nub that she'd thought only Liz and Goldie could awaken.

Since she'd been having sex multiple times a day for several weeks, she knew exactly what that tingly feeling was.

Hungry beaver.

Finally he pulled away, leaving Mari Shu hot and drippy. In more places than the one nipple.

"I guess it's real," he concluded.

"It's real," Goldie agreed. "What do you think?"

"Delectable," he answered Goldie, staring deep into Mari Shu's eyes with hunger in his gaze, too. Mmmmmmmm. "Too bad I'm totally not on the market for a female."

"Then why are you eye-fucking me?" she asked. He didn't have a beaver. He had a woody, and her beaver wanted to chew it down and make a dam out of it.

Hunk raised his eyebrows. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Another man slipped up beside her boob licking Hunk and kissed his neck. They were both taller than she was. Darker. Oranger. Stronger. Hairier. Muscles bulged at the sleeves of their tight shirts. Muscles, muscles, muscles. Their pants clung to their thick thighs and what appeared to be their big, hard cocks, though Mari Shu couldn't be certain, because many pants were padded there to give the appearance of a fluffier, more generous front and backside.

The sexy Hunk stiffened and nodded toward Gabe. "This is my...friend. Gabe."

"Hi," Gabe said with a little hip bump. "I think I'm more than a friend."

"You may not even be my friend," Hunk growled, his eyes still staring hotly at Mari Shu, "if you keep embarrassing me at these parties. You don't own me."

"You're so repressed," Gabe said, shaking his head. "We all know you love dick."

"I want...I want...I can't help myself, I want you!" Hunk exclaimed, and grabbed Gabe roughly.

Mari Shu watched with fascination as the two attractive, strapping men began to kiss and touch each other. She'd never seen two men sexxor each other up before and it was...intriguing. Gabe thrust his hand down Hunk's padded pants and pulled forth a large dude sausage that was already erect.

Those were not padded pants. Hunk's mondo manmeat was even bigger than her favorite dildo, The Spelunker!

Mari Shu's vag twitched with excitement. Cream pooled between her thighs, tickling her pee pee lips, begging to be penetrated by that pussy porker.

Mari Shu: Oh dear. Bad vag. Stop that, vag!

Vag: Homina homina homina homina.

Mari Shu: If you don't stop it, I'll spank you.

Vag: Spank me spank me spank me! Throb, throb, throb. Nom nom nom. Do it do it do it.

Mari Shu: Shit, that didn't work.

She ducked away from the sight of the hot man on man action. This shouldn't excite her—she was Goldie and Liz's contracted lady lover. They hadn't shared her with Jannifer and she was theirs alone.

Yet it appeared her hoohah was disloyal.

Goldie pressed her hands on either side of Mari Shu's face and angled it toward the aroused men.

"Do you like what you see, sweetness?" she asked, her breath drifting across Mari Shu's naked shoulder. "Do you think gay sex is hot?"

The men were so powerful. So muscular. So into one another. So emo. They seemed so ready to plunge their penises into various holes, and she had three holes. The men could only offer one another two holes. Didn't that make her holier by default?

"Gay sex is hot," Mari Shu agreed. "We're gay. Me and you and Liz. Our sexxoring is hot. I love it."

But was the man on man action...hotter? Was Mari Shu, despite weeks of orgasms and loving, womanly satisfaction, being bowled over by the formidable appeal of two men gorging on one another's slick, oiled, beautiful bodies and toes and mouths and fecal flowers and toes and biceps and abdomens and tongues and nutsacks and ears and dicks and those little dimples low on their backs on either side of the spine that were making her completely guh? Not necessarily in that order, but all the man pieces were wowing Mari Shu like she'd never been wowed before.

"Liz is gay," Goldie corrected her raspily. Her hands crept around to Mari Shu's curly blonde bush and between her labia, to find Mari Shu wet and excited.

Oh no! Goldie knew the sight of two men together cranked Mari Shu's pee pee motor!

"I'm bisexual. I think you are, too, sweetness. Do you want to spend the night with Hunk and Gabe and explore your hetero side?"

What should Mari Shu do?

Segment 1.10 **)** Go with Hunk and Gabe.

Segment 1.11 **)** Stay loyal to Liz and Goldie

**Segment 1.8**

Get her fecal flower plucked by the stranger.

"Yes, Master," she said obediently.

"Yes you want to go home to your cage or yes you want to be anally plundered by Larry?"

"The first yes, Master," she said, hoping she'd be punished for using words she hadn't been given permission to use. "I pick Larry's cock in my bunghole."

"Fine," Master said crankily. When he'd been an up and coming young Master, he wouldn't have needed a loaner boner to punish a sub. He needed to see about getting his hands on some of those special blue pills from Mars or maybe a highly illegal cybermech penile implant if he was going to keep up with this voracious new slave. She was unique in appearance and her pussy had been the tightest pussy he'd fucked in a long, long time, but it did chap his balls that another man was getting to be the first to pluck her fecal flower.

Larry's hands brushed across Mari Shu's ass and then dragged free with a loud _schlup_ sound because he'd gotten stuck to Master's dried semen.

"First we need to clean her up," Larry said. Mari Shu noticed his hands trembled slightly, as if he were nervous. Was this his first anal sexxoring, too? "Do you have any wet wipes?"

"There's a convenient hose over here for washing cars and cleaning up bodily fluids and other spurtage," one of the spectators piped up. Footsteps darted around the parking garage and suddenly a warm stream of water splashed all over Mari Shu's naked body. Hands rubbed her, cleansing her completely. Larry? In the corner of her eye, she could see Master's shiny, expensive shoe tapping with impatience.

"Shove your stupid schlong in her dusky rosebud already," he ordered Larry. "I know you want to."

"Honestly, I prefer vaginal sexxoring," Larry said. "Face to face, so we can stare deeply into one another's eyes, after a nice meal and long walk on the holographic beach, holding hands."

"No. That resplendently cock-wrapping pussy is mine alone," Master snapped. "Smack her a few times, and she'll be fine with you brutally shoving a large object into her squealing, virginal asshole. Of course it's not as large an object as my brutal object, but I'm the alpha here."

"Clearly." Larry stripped off his stylish, soft shirt, which wasn't a widgeter jumpsuit, indicating his higher class than Mari Shu, perhaps a thousander. He used it to gently dry Mari Shu's body with tender motions. She could practically feel how different he was than Master.

Milder. Nicer. Kinder. Generouser. Beta-er. But passionate. His passion translated to her through his painstakingly in-depth cleansing of her body, removing every trace of her irritable alpha Master from her skin.

Then he began to caress her. He massaged her back and her shoulders, which were strained from her arms being cinched to the spanking seat slash motorcycle. He massaged her like she'd never been massaged before, which was to say, she'd never been massaged before. Then he performed palm circles on her middle and lower back, resting just enough of his weight on his hands that she relaxed instead of expelled excess air out either end, if you know what I mean. Then he shifted to her buttocks, rubbing and touching them with soothing strokes and pinches that bore no resemblance to the rough smacking, strapping and prying Master had committed in her hinterlands.

Mari Shu found herself unwinding into a glow of comfort that spread all the way to her dangling fingers and toes. Thus, when Larry directed his attentions at her sensitive hoohah and chocolate starfish, the transition into sexual arousal felt natural instead of sudden, inspired by wellbeing instead of pain.

"Do you like this?" Larry asked, stroking her pee pee nub with agile fingers. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder, speaking into her shell like ear. "Everyone is different, beautiful. Just tell me what you enjoy the most."

"Mmmm, I don't know, I've never done this before," Mari Shu admitted. He had a nice voice. A nice body. A nice motorcycle-side manner. "But that bit there...oh, yeah...when you...oh, yeah...and then pinch with...oh, yeah."

"Why are you doing the foreplay?" Master flung up his hands in disgust. Other reasons one might fling up one's hand would be in fear, in rejoicing, when attacked by a bird, and in response to a really thumpin' song, but this was definitely in disgust. Mari Shu could sort of see from her dangling position. "Bugger her already."

"You asked me to perform this service for you, old man, so I'm doing it the way it ought to be done." Larry nibbled her ear in a sensuous manner that delighted her. "In fact, I could probably do it to this long, luscious, luminous, lovely lady two or three times in a row, owing to the fact that I can get it up without medical enhancements. Or, if needed, last more than five minutes, should it please my lady."

"That sounds...nice," Mari Shu breathed, ruffling the blond curls around her face. She wished...she wished she could see him. Face to face. Stare into his eyes as they vaginally sexxored. He was so considerate and he smelled like the most delicious plant life she couldn't identify since only people on Mars got to smell and identify real plants.

"Who said you could speak?" Master grabbed her hair again and forced her to look deep into his dark, sardonic eyes. When he bared his teeth at her, the cleft in his chin bunched together until it resembled a butt crack. "Look at me when he's fucking you."

"Er," Mari Shu said. "Yes, Master?"

She could hardly concentrate on Master's handsome, flawless face, not with Soft Hands Larry making such magic in her hoohah. Rubbing his charming chestal skin against her back. Nibbling on her ear.

And he continued to tickle her pee pee nub in a way that made her tingle and squirm. And squirm and tingle. In fact, when she squirmed in a backward sort of direction, Larry inserted his fingers into her vag, and oh starry night that doesn't happen on Olde Earth because of the protective layer of smog, it felt like a penis except smaller, but better than a tongue and kind of bendy and responsive and it didn't brutalize her cervix—again, depending on where you stand on penises and cervixes, like if you get your information from romance novels, medical textbooks or porn—and she really, really liked it. Her love juice drooled from her pussy in appreciation.

Larry poked his fingers in and out of her faster. With his other hand, he twiddled her tee tee. The two sensations—so much wow. And he hadn't even gotten to the anal sexxoring!

Mari Shu's eyelids fluttered closed for two reasons: bliss, and so she could more easily picture Larry's handsome face.

Master shook her head, pulling her hair in a mean way. "Look at me. Now. I'm your Master. I can loan your body to anyone I choose...or keep it in a cage. You're my sub."

"Okay already." Mari Shu glared at the grumpy man whose money had bought her. The man who owned her contract. But the man who was starting to own her hoohah, Larrrrrrrrry, that was who she was thinking about.

Clever Larry finally smeared enough moisture from her lavish, sodden hoohah to begin stretching and preparing her anal passage for his entry. The sensation of his fingers in her toot beeper was...weird. Then weirder. Then nice. Then nicer. Then hot. Then hotter. And he added saliva. And murmurs of adoration and encouragement and whispers of forever and caring she'd never expected to hear.

Was this it, then? What she'd been saving her vag and her anus and her sucking for? Was Larry that special someone instead of Master?

As if sensing Mari Shu's change in allegiance, Master glared at Larry, giving Mari Shu a break from the staring contest. She got to concentrate on her body. Her pleasure. Larrrrrrrry.

His perfect cock breached the threshold of her rectal rapture and it inched in and inched in and inched in and took off its hat and said, "Hello, I'm home!" It kind of felt like maybe she needed to let out a massive toot but that didn't happen, thankfully, and I promise it won't happen in any of the other threads, even though it does in real life, like, all the time, but anyway. They anally sexxored like holographic Martian porn stars, except Larry was a conscientious partner and didn't, you know, tear it up or anything.

Mari Shu's face streamed with stupefied tears as her lover ingeniously piddled her pee pee nub and pillaged her pooper at the same time, driving her to an explosion of glitter rainbows that didn't literally blow out of her ass, but it felt like it, so she might as well be a unicorn, you know?

No one knew if unicorns had existed on Olde Earth, but they didn't exist on Mars and there were barely even rumors of them on New Terra.

"Darling, I sense your cherished orgasm," Larry breathed, holding her tightly from behind. His cock sank in and out of her as he neared his own unicorn sparkles. "It's so captivating. I'm hooked, completely hooked. I...I...I love you."

"Get off her!" Master attacked Mari Shu's loving lover before he got his chance to juice up her jackhole. "Nobody's sperm but mine will bathe this dirty whore's dirty body."

"She's not dirty," Larry said, clutching his straining manhood. "We hosed her off."

His eyes devoured Mari Shu's face. Their gazes locked...and her heart leapt. It leapt like her pee pee nub with Larry's fingers poised over it. It leapt like a dolphin out of Martian waters. It leapt like a person wearing forbidden cybermech wings off a very tall tower.

It was the biggest leap of her life. She forgot everything—her sisters, her depression at becoming a sexxorer and breaking her vow, her orgasms, her vulnerable situation.

"My heart is leaping like a person wearing forbidden cybermech wings off a very tall tower because...I love Larry," she burst out, unable to hide her secret of two minutes any longer. "I don't love you, Master. Release me from my contract! I must be with him."

"Fat chance, dirty whore," Master snarled. He summoned his security staff, who'd apparently been lurking behind doors or something, and they lumbered out and beat Larry up. The other onlookers—I don't know what happened to them, but they probably left when it was clear Larry was going to make kind, respectful love to Mari Shu's anus instead of pillage her like a pirate, arrrrrr.

Anyway, Master cinched Mari Shu tightly to the back of his motorcycle—no way was he taking a chance his valuable property bounced off and plummeted several hundred feet to splatter on the ground. Mari Shu's last sight of Larry was of him crawling away from the brutish security guards toward her, holding out his trembling, bloody hand.

"Cybermech wings, my darling," he cried out to her. "Never let go."

Master roared out of the SXC parking garage. He quickly took to the air and flew to his huge penthouse near the stars. Once there, he tossed Mari Shu into his dungeon with his other twenty-eight slaves and locked the door behind him.

"Hi," Mari Shu said to the other women, wiping away her tears. "I'm Mari Shu."

"Hi, Mari Shu," they all greeted her.

"It's been several hours and fifteen minutes since Master bought my contract, and I'm not sure choosing him over those pretty lesbians was such a good idea. Also I'm in love with another man. His name is Larry."

The other subs all nodded sympathetically, inasmuch as their thick leather collars allowed their head movement. "Did he jizz today?"

"Yes, all over me," Mari Shu said.

"Oh, good." Most of the other women were short and orange-hued, more fashionable than Mari Shu, but all were, like Mari Shu, naked except for their collars. "That means he won't bother any of us until tomorrow."

Mari Shu's eyes finally adjusted to the dim dungeon in which she'd been tossed. Scary, mysterious sexxoring equipment lined the walls and served as the room's primary furniture, plus a bunch of bunk beds and the door to what was probably the bathroom.

"You don't enjoy being his subs?" she asked them.

"He gives oral sex well enough, when he bothers," one lady explained, "but I haven't had a tongue twister since he removed my vag seal."

"I got one last month," said a young woman with bouncy short hair and an extremely large collar. Her face practically tilted toward the ceiling. "Of course, what I had to do for it...you don't even want to know."

"I get really tired of the paddles," another woman sighed. "And the cattle prod."

"Oh, and the clit clamp!" volunteered another. "I'd like to smash that thing into itty bitty pieces."

"The clamps are okay, but when he makes us lick his business partner's boots—yeah. Hate that with a passion," said a woman, hands on her hips.

"And don't get me started about that huge cock of his." Another woman shook her head. "Whoever said bigger is better obviously hasn't had that anaconda shoved in an orifice without so much as a kiss first."

"You're not missing out. He has bad breath," said an older looking woman, who was no longer in peak physical condition. In fact, when Mari Shu began to inspect her new bunkmates, she realized many of them lacked her youthfulness.

How long would her contract last?

Until she shriveled up and died?

Oopsie. Maybe she should have read it.

Mari Shu slept that night terrified for her future and worried about her sisters, who would think she'd left for work and never returned. Gerald Scumbag might have thrown them out on the street already. They wouldn't have known where to go, what to do. Would they have tried to get jobs at the SXC and had their missing vag seals discovered? Were they, even now, already on their way to the Venusian penile colony?

From fretful dreams, she woke a few hours later to a loud clatter, yelling, and the _pew pew pew_ of laser fire. The door to the sex dungeon burst open, and Larry stood there!

"My love." He held out his hand. "I've come to rescue you."

The women crowded around him "What about the rest of us? You can't just leave us here."

"Might I suggest you take that up with Jannifer, who's currently tied in his bed, courtesy of my stealth ninja hacker pimpernel spy skills?" Larry suggested with a sly grin. "Oh, and don't forget to take whips with you."

The other women grabbed whatever sexxoring torture devices they could lay their hands on and raced off to find Master Jannifer and eke their revenge, or make him give all of them a tongue lashing, Mari Shu didn't know. All she cared about was that Larry had come for her.

Alarms blared throughout the penthouse. Jannifer must have alerted the guards! As if the yelling and _pew pew pewing_ hadn't already, but still, a mob of angry security staffer dashed around the corner. Luckily Larry and Mari Shu were in slightly more peak physical condition than the guards, and they evaded their pursuers. They were blocked at nearly every turn, finding escape only as they raced higher...and higher...and higher...

Until they were on the roof of the massive skyscraper with twenty burly security guards only moments behind them.

Larry melted the lock of the door with his laser gun. "That will give us a few minutes," he said, clutching Mari Shu to his chest. "We can spend our tiny head start making out, since it's really an inconvenient time, or we can..."

Mari Shu leapt into his arms and kissed him all over his face. He did not have bad breath. "I love you I love you I love you!" Tears streamed down her cheeks. "All I want is to be with you, for whatever time we have left."

They stumbled to the edge of the building. The guards' lasers were already cutting through the exit door, and soon Jannifer's goons would be upon them.

"Jump," Larry breathed, staring at the ground so far below it couldn't be seen. Plus it was nighttime, and it simply couldn't be seen. "We can jump."

"Are you serious?" Mari Shu clung to him, her rock, her love, her reason for living. Would he also be her reason for not living?

"Go," Larry said, nudging her to the edge. "Put your arms around me and go."

"You sure?"

"Yeah...yeah." Holding one another, they tumbled off the ledge together...right before Jannifer and his guards rushed across the roof.

"Do you realize how much money you just lost me?" Jannifer bellowed at the guards. "And how many women I'm going to have to orally pleasure in return for them setting me loose? Gods damn, I'll be licking pussy for three months before I can go back to the SXC and find a sub to replace that one."

"I'll help," a guard said, raising his hand. "I like pussy."

But Jannifer was peering over the edge of his private penthouse roof, wishing he'd been moments sooner. He'd never get to fuck that sublimely tight vag again. Never get to redden that pale, responsively quivering ass with snap crackle pops of the whip. Never ever, ever get to feel her poop chute squeezing his huge cock as she cried out in what sounded like agony but what he knew was pleasure because she was his most expensive masochist submissive.

Distracted by a movement in the smog below, he paused in his grieving. Was that...a flash of silver below? Not far, far below, because nobody with human eyes could see far, far below. It would take cybermech eyes for vision that piercing. But still. Was that a flash of silver?

A flash of...forbidden cybermech wings?

Jannifer would never find out for sure. But the legend of Mari Shu and Larry would go on to become a huge box office best seller, keeping Mari Shu's sisters in enough cash that they were able to have their vag seals reimplanted by a back alley virginator, except for Cassie, who turned out to be pregnant with Gerald Scumbag's child, so her reimplanted vag seal didn't last very long. She did enjoy her subsequent sexxoring career, though, and Trish invented better tasting goo, adopted her nephew, and was lowered to the hundred thousanders in name and class.

Anyway, guests to Jannifer's penthouse in the future could sometimes swore they could hear Mari Shu and Larry crying as the wind whistled through the smog or see a glint of silver that could be a random hovercar but some insisted it looked more like...

Cybermech wings, my darling.

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Segment 1.9

_Go home to Master's dungeon._

"No, Master," Mari Shu said.

Master frowned. "I didn't ask you a yes or no question."

"Yes, Master," Mari Shu responded, hoping he'd understand. He was her darling, her Dom. He was the one who should train her and doodle on her and spank her and spunkify her and probe her and chain her and humiliate her and conquer her, not this stranger. She'd known Master for hours. Vital, important hours. And this Larry? She'd only known him for minutes.

"Are you saying yes, you want your fecal flower plucked or yes, you want to go to my dungeon?"

"Yes, Master," she said. "No, yes, no, yyyyyes, nnnnno, yesno, Master."

"I think you need to give her permission to say something besides yes and no," Larry suggested sarcastically. Mari Shu didn't have to see Larry and his perfect cock to know it was sarcastic, because after he said it, he added, "Duhhhhhh."

"I give you permission to say something besides yes and no," Master echoed irritably.

"Take me to your dungeon," Mari Shu said. "I only want to be sexxored by you, per our contract, which I didn't read because I was overwhelmed by your sardonic, dark hotness, so it may have contained such clauses as "sexxorer will sexxor anyone I tell her to". I'm going to assume it didn't, because you seem the jealous type. Plus, I don't feel that Larry has had sufficient time in the narrative for us to get to know him, so I'm not comfortable with the idea of his admittedly magnificent peen plunging into my delicate rectal inner workings. I realize you have a sad peen right now (tm JRNN), Master, but eventually I'll make it happy again. I promise. Incidentally, since I'm now a registered sexxorer, albeit a privately contracted one, I do indeed believe I have the right to be fucked in all my orifices since that's my job description. Well, that and doing fucking-type things to others when requested. Moreover, when am I getting paid? I have dependents to support who are about to get tossed out of our flat, so I'm going to need an advance on my salary. Like, today. I won't be happy at all unless I receive this advance, and you won't like me when I'm not happy. Also, have you ever wondered, still I wonder, who stopped the rain?"

"That's enough!" Master roared. "Heebus kaleebus. If I wanted a slave to talk, I'd take the ball gag out of her mouth."

"I don't have a ball gag in my mouth and don't know what one is anyway," Mari Shu prattled. "I can't help it. Saying nothing but yes and no for so long has given me a backlog of the words. My coworkers during my widgeting days often voted me "Most Talkative" in the annual superlative announcements, and did I tell you I got a commendation once? But the commendation was for efficiency, not for talking. I actually sometimes get reprimanded for talking."

"You did not tell me that," Master growled.

"Well, it was a point of pride in my past that has no bearing on the current storyline, except I do wonder, along with who stopped the rain, what it would take to rate "Most Commended" as a sexxorer. Will you give me good references, Master? Will other customers yelp their glowing reviews of my performance to the SXC? Will I get a bonus if I receive the highest yelps? How will my exclusive contract figure in, especially considering I didn't read it and have no idea of its duration or how much it will pay or whether or not you'll give me an advance, though let me just take this opportunity to reinforce how important that advance is for my dependents."

"Are you sure you don't want to anally sexxor her, make her fall in love with you, steal her out of my dungeon, and dissolve the contract I signed with her?" Master asked Larry.

"Though I find her attractive, despite her unfashionable appearance, I can't violate an exclusive SXC contract, or they may not let me hire people anymore for my wholesome, missionary position-styled pleasures," Larry answered, right before the sound of running feet interrupted him.

Running away feet.

The running away feet of their onlookers and apparently Larry, too, since Master yelled, "You'll regret not plucking this pristine fecal flower, you coward!"

His bellow echoed around the parking garage.

Mari Shu fidgeted in her seat-slung position as her sexual arousal diminished and the discomfort of dangling upside down set in. Her spine creaked, her stomach threatened to erupt in a mild volcanic reaction, her sticky, semen-covered skin itched like crazy, her head swam, and her arms had grown numb.

"This is no longer sexy," she informed Master.

"I rescind my permission for you to speak." Master shifted her to the back of his bike so he could mount it. "All I want to hear from you is Yes, Master and No, Master, and none of that repeating stuff."

"First, can you qualify exactly what constitutes repeating?" Mari Shu said. "I want to submissively obey you in every little way, but in a BDSM relationship such as ours, it's important to clarify exactly what one means and what one wants and what one's comfort levels are. And safe words—we haven't discussed safe words. Though I knew approximately nothing about BDSM and orgasms and contracts and sexxoring in the last thread, suddenly, because of my position on this crotch rocket, the long-repressed knowledge gleaned from my mother's drug-addled sexxoring days has shaken loose. I blocked it before now, see? But I was the oldest of her daughters and she used me as a confidant. Nothing kinky, just a confidant. So I'm starting to remember all these...things."

"Your safe word can be supercalifragilisticksexpialirumplestiltskin," Master said with a wicked grin, which she could see because she was finally upright and a bit dizzy. Actually she saw two wicked grins, because her vision had doubled due to that outburst of repressed memories of every sexxorific detail the author needs Mari Shu to know and also the blood rushing to her head at the same time as the memories. Blood and memories don't mix well, hence the vision doubling and dizziness.

"But I am allowed to say my safe word?" she asked. "Even if my only other allowed terms are Yes, Master and No, Master?"

"Yes, Mari Shu," he said as he cruised out of the garage. "You can say your safe word without punishment anytime you manage to say it properly."

"Supercalifragilisticksexysexysexy," she practiced.

"That's one strike," Master said gleefully. "Or, I should say, one spank. With my paddle o nine tails."

"Supercaliforniastatehasfallenintheocean," she tried again.

"Two!"

"Supercalifragilistickexpialidocious," she said forcefully, positive she had it right this time. It was, in short, quite atrocious.

"If you say that loud enough, it always sounds precocious," Master said. "And you know what happens to precocious subs?"

"Spankings?" Mari Shu asked with an excited wiggle. Her bum skin still tingled from her deflowering in the garage. "Spankings, tongue lashings, and fecal flower pluckings, oh my!"

"Those are not among your allowed words," Master said. "You're really racking up the punishments. Get it? Racking? Because I'll tie you elegantly to my sex rack with smooth nylon ropes? Ropes which are nylon because only Doms on Mars get to use organic hemp ropes. Heh heh heh."

"Yes, Master," Mari Shu said, before frowning. She'd asked him many questions when she'd been allowed to speak, and he hadn't answered them, such as the one about the advance on her salary, who stopped the rain or what constituted repeating. She'd better keep practicing her safe word. "Supersonicinfotronicballyhoolyextradoody."

"Wrong."

"Supercalifragileleglamphandlewithcare," she said.

"Wrong. So wrong."

"Fragilisticksexpialirumpypumpydiddledumpy. Superpooperscooperlooperpartypooper. Supercalifragilistickexpelliarmusdisarmingcharm. Bendydickcummerbundbandersnatch!"

Mari Shu began to panic. If she couldn't remember the safe word, she wouldn't be safe! Safe from Master's depraved desires...his big cock...his powerful, smacking hands...his ropes and teeth and tongue.

"You're going to be as red-assed as a bobaboboon when I finish with you," Master said triumphantly. "You're doing this on purpose because you're a dirty slut."

"No, Master," Mari Shu whined fearfully.

Finally they arrived at Master's high-rise penthouse. He owned the whole building but lived in the top part. The crotch rocket eased into the garage.

"Technically," he pontificated proudly, "my dungeon is on the eightieth floor, so dungeon is somewhat of a misnomer, but words are merely our toys to flagellate as we will. Right, slave?"

"No, Master." Mari Shu felt that established grammar and mechanics in both spoken and written language shouldn't be eschewed completely. Perhaps for poetry and literary fiction and the occasional joke book.

Ok, you got me, that's not Mari Shu's thought or Jannifer's since we'll be head hopping in the upcoming scene. In truth, we've headhopped outside the book, and that was the author's thought, so this paragraph is known as author insertion. That's the proper literary term.

"Yes, Master," was what Mari Shu actually said, which pleased Jannifer. Did that mean she'd chill out now? The paddlings he owed her for her pitiful attempts to pronounce supercalifragilisticksexpialirumplestiltskin were making the palms of his hand and muscles in his arms ache already. He was in great shape, for his age, but there was only so much punishing a Dom liked to do in the space of a few hours. Sometimes he secretly wished all his subs would behave themselves so he could put up his feet on a crouching woman and watch some holo vids while eating take-out goo tubes.

Mari Shu's collar chain rattled as Master led her to the elevator. She was so thankful she didn't have to crawl like he'd forced her to do through the SXC that she showed her appreciation by singing a little ditty for him. "Yes, yah yah yes, Master. Yessy yessy yo. Yes yes yes, Master, yessy isn't no."

She hoped he wouldn't count the forbidden word "isn't" against her. If he punished her for the repetition, that wasn't really part of the deal, since he'd refused to define the term.

As she sang she also did a little dance that involved patting her feet on the shining, clean floor of the mirrored elevator and undulating her arms. She ended her grateful paean to her Dom god with a triumphant YES! and a toe stand.

Master's sardonic lips tightened. "You're going to be a lot of work, aren't you? I probably need to get rid of all my other subs and concentrate on you."

Mari Shu fist pumped an emphatic "Yes!" Whatever meant more dominance from her Dom god sounded good to her. Never mind that he had a multiplanetary business to run, which probably absorbed a good eighteen hours per day in the cutthroat widget world. He'd had time to trot down to the SXC and engage in a vigorous bidding war to obtain her, so surely he'd have time to fuck her brains out several times a day.

Her Master unlocked the huge metal door on the eightieth floor. A red room of pleasure greeted Mari Shu, as did the women locked inside.

"This is Mari Shu," Master announced.

"Hi, Mari Shu," the women said robotically. She knew they were real women instead of robots, though, because sentient robots didn't exist and cybermechs were outlawed.

"You're all free to go," Master said to the women, and they began to shriek and jump for joy, inasmuch as their thick leather collars and chained-together legs would allow it. "Report to the Key Master for collar removal and final paychecks."

The women hobbled toward Mari Shu, hands outstretched. "Our savior! Thank you thank you thank you!"

"Oh, come on," Master said to them. "It wasn't that bad being my subs."

"Just your breath," someone muttered.

After touching Mari Shu's unfashionable but glowing golden locks reverently, the former subs shuffled as fast as they could out of the red room of pleasure, never to be seen or heard from again in this thread.

Mari Shu's eyes finally adjusted to the dim dungeon. Exciting, mysterious sexxoring equipment lined the walls and served as the room's primary furniture, plus a bunch of bunk beds and the door to what was possibly the bathroom.

She raced to the most interesting piece of furniture, a strappy contraption that dangled from the ceiling like a sexy, sexy hammock, and threw herself into it.

"Yes, Master!" She kicked her legs and squealed as the swingy device rocked to and fro. Higher and higher! Luckily the ceilings were elevated.

"You're so fresh and full of...energy," Master remarked with a sigh. "I'll see you later."

Mari Shu vaulted out of the swing with the instinctive grace only young people in peak physical condition seem able to achieve. She bounced a few times before whipping her arms into the air. A perfect landing, and she'd never even indulged in naked gymnastics before.

"No, Master," she insisted. Here she was, in this pleasure palace, and her hoohah was tingling and her fecal flower was sweetly unplucked and her libido was surging and she wanted to get paid so she could send the money to her sisters. He couldn't leave her unsatisfied and unpunished, could he? She'd been utterly rotten.

"Hey, now. You don't get to order me around. I order you around," Master reminded her. He ran a hand through his hair. Even his dark hair was sardonic, threaded with the sardonically gleaming silver of wisdom. "Crouch on the floor with your forehead on the ground and think of...tiring thoughts and how you want to please me. I'll be back when I've, uh, decided on your penance."

_And gotten a good night's sleep,_ he added to himself.

She stuck her hands on her hips. "No, no, noey, no."

"You'll do as I say or suffer the consequences!" he roared, then coughed. "Ahem. Seriously, get on the ground, whore."

She stomped a submissive foot. "I've been very bad. You shouldn't delay punishment or I might keep doing it." She stomped a few more feet. Rather, she stomped her feet a few times, since she only had two feet. "Look, I'm doing it right now. Bleah bleah bleah, can't catch me!"

She started running circles around her darkly handsome, sardonic Dom, smacking his ass every time she swerved close enough. He reached for her in a fury of vengeance, but she was too swift for him, too energized by sexual anticipation.

"Bad slave. Come back here!" Master chased her around the room, navigating the obstacle course of spanking benches, whip stands, racks, restraints, pillories, and other paraphernalia as you might imagine.

Mari Shu dodged behind a puppy cage. "I want an advance on my salary, and I won't stop misbehaving until I get it!"

"Naughty girl," Master Jannifer responded, feeling his cockish urges quicken with his new slave's defiance. Granted, his bad knee was hurting like crazy after leaping that bench, but he'd almost caught her, dammit! "If you keep this up, I'll be forced to really, really punish you like you've never been punished before."

Master darted to one side of the cage. Mari Shu darted to the other. "Not setting the bar very high, are we, Master? I've only been punished once," she pointed out, without even panting. "Except by life and circumstance, you understand. Hey, have you noticed I'm using more words than I'm supposed to? Do I get a pussy lick for each one? I've been keeping count, if you need help. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a pussy, Pops?"

"Don't call me Pops. Bad slaves don't get pussy licks," Jannifer said, though the mention of her delicious, womanly nectar gave his sad peen (tm JRNN) a twitch. During his garage rogering, he'd realized she had the tightest pussy he'd ever fucked. He could maybe, just maybe, work himself up to pumping his iron again today without resorting to the secret bottle of boner pills that only his doctor knew he took.

If his sad peen status got out, that young upstart, Pagan Taupe, who insisted his need to dominate and control women was due to a bad childhood, would overtake Master Jannifer's jealously-held status as the richest, most sardonically emo Dom to ever CEO a huge multiplanetary corporation. Without that number one slot, he'd lose customers, sub contracts, dibs on the purchase of widget factories because the owners wanted to fuck him, his bad ass motorcycle—well, all sorts of things. He'd be a laughingstock.

"What do bad slaves get?" asked his new and very bad slave.

He almost roared out, "Spankings!" but then remembered she liked spankings, or she'd seemed to when he'd given her the inaugural beating in the parking garage. What would Mari Shu not like? What would she consider a punishment?

How could he control this saucy wench if he couldn't catch her?

"Bad slaves get sent back to the widget factory where they are dreadfully underpaid, despite having received a commendation," he said. "Bad slaves get blacklisted from the SXC and cannot make money as a sexxorer. Bad slaves don't get paid."

Mari Shu's eyes widened, her large, naked breasts bobbled, and her hands covered her mouth in horror. "No, Master!"

"Get on all fours. Beg me to forgive you with your tongue," he commanded.

Mari Shu instantly dropped to her hands and knees, tears glittering in her crystalline blue eyes that reminded Jannifer of—well, of crystals, which is why he'd thought of them as crystalline. Very pretty crystals, except for the white part, which was just kind of plain white, nothing impressive.

She stuck a perfectly pink tongue out of her mouth and curled it in a series of regular movements. Up, down, up, down, up, down went Mari Shu's enchanting tongue. He admired its dexterity and length as he watched her from the other side of the cage, where he'd decided to remain until he quit panting. Signs of exertion might decrease from his manly image.

"Faster," he said, discreetly masturbating. "Faster."

She flicked her tongue in and out, over and over, as if licking the driest lips in the world. His massive anaconda finally and somewhat reluctantly stirred to life, because he simply had to know what her tongue would feel like on his skin.

Master strode to Mari Shu, grabbed her luxurious locks with one hand, and ripped down his trousers with the other.

"Suck it," he rasped.

Obediently Mari Shu swallowed his python of throbbing flesh. Not that pythons from the bygone days of Olde Earth weren't also made of flesh, but they were extinct, so the only pythons on Olde Earth were concrete ones in Python Memorial Park located in what used to be Africa. Hence the reason that the descriptor of "flesh" python is applicable here.

Mari Shu swallowed him deeper and deeper. She must have no gag reflex. Wow. His extremely long weiner had to be plugged in her esophagus like a cork in a hole. This excited him more, causing him to swell.

Getting head was, like, the best thing ever.

"Were you a bad slave?" he asked, chuckling because there was no way she could answer with her mouth hole blocked in such a satisfying and thorough way. This was a fantastic solution to her verbal diarrhea. He imagined he would have to cork her often.

Mari Shu nodded vigorously, her head bobbing his dick up and down as well. He winced and tried to hide it when the bobbing overstretched his tender taint. But she kept nodding, her wet mouth and throat enclosing his swollen love snake like a...trap?

That was when he felt the teeth.

It was a trap!

Mari Shu clamped around the base of his boner hard enough to hold him in place. The bite overwhelmed him with involuntary peter panic.

"Bad slave!" he yelped, swatting her head.

She kept nodding and gnawing. Her hands zipped up and grasped the short hairs around his ball sack.

The pain that resulted from what she did next was so intense that Master Jannifer would have crumbled to the floor if he hadn't been terrified she'd take his dick off when he did.

"You can have the money, you can have the money!" he cried out. "I'm not a switch, Mari Shu. I'm not a masochist like you!"

Mari Shu chomped him like a chew toy a few more times before releasing him. Jannifer staggered back, heart racing, trousers around his ankles, hands protecting himself.

"Yes, Master," she said sweetly, and presented her creamy, rounded ass to be paddled as if she'd never been one jaw clench from removing The Janny Snake from its scrotal moorings.

He shut her in the puppy cage in a fit of dyspepsia, which is different from dyscokia in that it's sweeter but also burpier. "You can stay there until you feel sorry for what you did to me."

She cried when separated from him, chanting various versions of the safe word but never quite wrapping her dangerous, dangerous tongue and teeth around supercalifragilisticksexpialirumplestiltskin, which he would have been BDSM-bound to honor. He left her caged until he could decide how to handle this sub who was trying to top him from the bottom.

What should Master Jannifer do?

Segment 1.12 **)** Release her from her contract with a partial payment and good riddance.

Segment 1.13 **)** Train her harder and harder and harder until he truly becomes the Master he knows he can be.

Segment 1.10

_Go with Hunk and Gabe._

"I want to experience what it's like with two men," Mari Shu said, succumbing to the urges of her hungry beaver.

Goldie stuck an arm between the groping party guests, breaking up their fleshy swordfight. "My honey flower wants to go home with you," she said, "so you can show her the bisexual side of life. I know Hunk's interested."

"I am definitely interested, and I'm straight, not bisexual." Hunk grabbed Mari Shu the same way he'd grabbed Gabe and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He created a blowing noise, kind of like pbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbt. Then he smushed his tongue around like a blind slug.

Mari Shu, underwhelmed, kind of stood there with her mouth open while Hunk raspberried her oral cavity for a couple minutes and lurped her chin. Lurping, in case you're not hip to Olde Earth slang, is where you lick and burp at the same time. But...that gorgeous man sausage! It could be pistoning in and out of the sloshy pink chunnel between her legs if she waited out the required mouth kissing.

"No." Gabe yanked Hunk away from Mari Shu. "You're mine."

"I can't help it," Hunk cried out in emo pain. "I'm gay for you."

They recommenced their passionate embrace. Hunk wasn't lurping Gabe. Their groin roots honched one another's muscular thighs like an olden style wringer washer. Actually, it wasn't at all like that. It was where two things grind together and then apart repeatedly instead of a double roller that squeezes the water out of cloth. Did you know a wringer washer was also called a mangler? The author didn't until she just now looked it up on Wikipedia.

That being said, Gabe and Hunk's obvious love and craving for one another, tempered by Hunk's insistence he was gay for Gabe and subsequent emotional venting, gave Mari Shu the hint that a night spent sexxoring with these two might not be as exciting as one might hope.

"What is going on?" Liz asked, hands on hips, having come from some other part of the party, obviously. It wasn't like she was just standing there watching Goldie shop out their shared sexxorer staff member without objecting.

"Mari Shu's going to have a threesome with Hunk and Gabe so she can see what men are like in bed," Goldie explained. "Their raw passion is turning her on."

"You're bi?" Liz stared at Mari Shu sadly. "I thought you loved me."

"I do," Mari Shu said, torn between the steamy dud-on-dud, no, dude-on-dude crotch grinding and Liz's loving face. And pretty lips. And non-lurping mouth and tongue combo. "But...but...but... Just look at them. I can't help but imagine myself smack dab in the middle, like the meat in a sandwich. Except they're the ones with the meat. The hot sausages. The kissable kielbasa. The wankable wieners. The beautiful bratwurst. The bangable bangers. The fuckable frankfurters. Sorry, I'm not great at figures of speech."

"It's not as if they're gross," Liz said, "but two men together just doesn't do it for me."

"Two women together doesn't do it for me," Gabe retorted, his hand pausing on Hunk's purple-headed butt plunger. "So...icky. With all your secret hidden smells and folds and boobs and excess girl flesh and creamy discharge."

Either Goldie or Liz responded. They're interchangeable for this comment. "Two women making the sex beast is many straight men's spank-tastic fantasy, while two men together is sickening to those same men. Conversely, two men lurping one another's sausage is intriguing to females who think two women together is disgusting."

"Maybe not so much with the lurping," Mari Shu murmured, gaze fixed on the men's lean hips and square jaws and twitching cocks and big, strong hands that could easily encircle her wrists and spank her bottom and toss her onto beds and hold her up against walls and who knew what else?

"So what you're saying is straight people are turned on by gay people of the opposite gender but find the idea of two gay people of their same gender revolting?" Hunk asked, his breathing ragged as his man root swelled in Gabe's knowing grasp. "Sex between consenting, respectful adults is never revolting. I mean, unless it involves defecation or corpses or things like that. What kind of weird, mixed-up madness is this?"

"I'm sure the people who find same sex sexxoring revolting have gay friends," Goldie said thoughtfully. "Or maybe not. Personally, I'm turned on by the sight or thought of just about anybody having good sex. Bad sex with selfish boneheads, not so much, but good sex and two or more people who care about each other or at least value one another's boundaries and differences? That's fabulous."

"Me too," Mari Shu realized. "Does that mean if you're turned on by sexxoring between people of your same gender that you're gay or bi?"

"No, it just means it makes you horny," Liz chimed in. "It's all about the perception of the viewer, or one might say voyeur—the one feeling his or her jollies. The fantasy may have something to do with the idea of those happy, gay twosomes being even happier if they were to turn their attentions upon the opposite sex voyeur. But really, I couldn't say. I'm not a psychologist."

"Who cares?" Goldie said. "Let's have an orgy! I like all the sex!"

So everyone at Goldie and Liz's party ripped off their clothing and had an orgy. Mari Shu got more than a taste of dick to satisfying her meat cravings, and everyone lived happily ever after until Mari Shu's contract was up, but the frantic, hot, spanking, orgasmic mess with Jannifer that happened once she was an independent sexxorer isn't the topic of this segment. However, if you want to write fanfiction about it, please share it with the author!

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Segment 1.11

_Stay loyal to Liz and Goldie._

"No, thanks, I think I'll just watch," Mari Shu said, adhering to the strictures of her contract that was paying so much more than her bills. Once she became an independent sexxorer, she could deep vag all the dick she wanted—and plenty of it. Nor would she have to give up pussy. What a fantastic occupation!

"I have an even better idea," Goldie said. "Let's have an orgy! I want to see you take it up the ass while you suck a big ole cock at the same time!"

So everyone at Goldie and Liz's party ripped off their clothing and had an orgy. Mari Shu got about forty different cocks to sample and got butt plugged and ridden and gang banged and lurped and mouth fucked and foursomed and choo choo trained and pearl necklaced and scrotum-smacked and farted on (totally an accident) and wet willied and hair honched and cucumbered and golden showered and pretty much all the things a cock can do to a girl while Goldie and Liz watched and cheered and sometimes ate each other's pussy. Mari Shu's huge breasts got so much jizz on them she developed a rash, at which point she called it quits and raced for the shower.

I want to say everyone lived happily ever after, but due to the extreme overexposure at the orgy, once Mari Shu became an independent sexxorer, she found she'd developed an allergy to man juice and ended up specializing in lady lickings, exhibitionism, and bad man spankings. This didn't mean Mari Shu had an unhappy life—far from it—but she was never able to have children, even though she earned enough money to elevate herself to the status of a hundred thousander.

Her one tiny sadness was that she had to be content with being "our crazy lady-licking sexxorer auntie" to Cassie and Trish's offspring instead of someone's lady licking sexxoror mommy. Granted, when Cassie and Gerald Scumbag ran off and deserted their son—if you figured out Cassie was pregnant in the beginning of this book, then you are an astute reader able of interpreting obvious of puking preggo clues—so technically she became little Gerry's adopted mommy in a legal and emotional sense, but still. Not all threads can have a completely perfect HEA, can they?

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Segment 1.12

_Release her from her contract with a partial payment and good riddance._

Master Jannifer, rested and determined, stood above his quivering slave, who seemed to have learned her lesson after a night in the puppy cage. Not the lesson about where pleasure becomes pain and then becomes pleasure again because pain is pleasure, but the other one, about meekness and not biting his cock.

As tempting as she was now that he'd allowed her to use the restroom, bathe, brush her teeth, stretch out the kinks, and have a goo tube, he couldn't forget how much trouble she'd been yesterday.

His knee and his doodads still hurt, dammit.

He was simply too old for this shit. It might be time to have his subs punished by a young, muscular body double in a full head mask while he lurked in his central office of pleasureful pain like a spider, seeing only a chosen, cowed few.

That Pagan Taupe fellow would never figure out his strategy. Taupe would just hear through the office grapevine—not that there were real grapevines on Olde Earth, but Jannifer could get wine imported from Mars anytime he wanted—that Master Jannifer had gained a fierce new power over his subs...and additional vigor in his keen abilities at stealing away lucrative business contracts.

Seriously, it was genius. In a way he owed it to his bad little slave Mari Shu. If he relegated most of the arduous sexxoring and spanking to someone else or several someone else's, he'd have time to expand his business interests, perhaps even to New Terra, without sacrificing any of his emo legend. In fact, he felt almost cheerful at the prospect. This whole jetsetting CEO slash obsessive Dom thing was really hard to juggle.

"I've decided to release you from your contract, whore," he said to his sub conversationally. He'd been prescient when he'd freed the other subs yesterday. After knowing him for so long, they'd not have been fooled by the body double he planned to employ soon.

Once again—he had Mari Shu to thank.

"No, Master." Mari Shu placed a trembling hand against his thigh in devotion.

He flinched when her fingers got close to his short hairs, even though he'd taken the wise precaution of girding his loins with, well, Girders, a brand of protective man panties he'd never before needed. Luckily the Girders were concealed beneath his leather trousers.

"Yes, slave," he said. "You've displeased me for the last time."

"No, Master!" She whirled and presented her clean, well-scrubbed bum for his delectation. "Yes, Master?"

Her unplucked, rose-pink arsehole winked at him. Literally! What was...

No, wait, that was a fart. Sometimes the crouching, butt-up position had that effect on the intestines.

He had to admit, that farty fecal flower was a tempting sight. And her pussy had been the tightest he'd ever fucked.

"You do deserve to be punished," he mused aloud. "I can't say you've earned the money I'm contractually obligated to give you."

He placed his hands on the globes of her bottom and squeezed. His fingers dented her supple flesh like fingers totally don't dent melons, unless said melons are very rotten.

"Yes, Master." She waggled her bottom enticingly. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yessa yessa yes."

He wouldn't miss that. But he'd miss this ass. He reared back and popped her with a satisfying _crack_ that echoed throughout the dungeon, which he'd had specially constructed to augment sound.

Mari Shu wriggled and hissed. Getting into it, he withdrew his patented telescoping porta-crop, for the Dom always on the go, from his back pocket. He flicked it to its full length and thwacked away at her cheeks with vigor.

The red welts on her unfashionably creamy skin made him think about the red color of his dick when it was fully erect. He liked to look at his dick when it was at its peak length of nearly fourteen Olde Earthian inches, which actually translates to a good deal less in the Olde Olde Olde Earthian times of readers, but vanity sizing, you know?

In either measurement, it was big. Masterful. Like a thick, sausagey disciplinary crop, though he didn't tend to beat slaves with it in the traditional sense. Oh, sure, he'd slap them in the face with his peen to humiliate them or tea bag them when they were completely vulnerable, but it was difficult to swing his hips hard enough to make a cock-smack hurt anyone but him.

Probably only someone with cybermech hips could do that. Though the illicit tech was banned on Olde Earth, many thousanders in his circle of acquaintances had acquired secret replacements off-planet when their human bodies began to break down. He had a cybermech knee. Not the bad one, clearly, but he should see about getting the bad one replaced.

As his thoughts drifted to prohibited medical advances, he paddled happily at the squealing, writhing sub's ass. Maybe this expensive, unfashionable whore wasn't so bad. She wasn't biting or rebelling against him now, was she? He had power over her, with his crop and his leather pants and his sardonic smile and his set of keys that locked her in the eightieth-floor dungeon or the puppy cage, whichever seemed more appropriate.

In fact, the hot red glow of her ass was beginning to bestir him. Perhaps one last fuck before he kicked this slut out on the street with a wad of money.

But when his cock swelled, pain shafted through him!

Get it? Shafted?

Fucking Girders! Hastily Master Jannifer scrabbled at his leather pants, trying to strip them off so he could ditch the Girders, but leather pants, dude. The protective man panties pinned his peen in an unnatural spiral like a snail-shell as it tried to extend to its impressive length.

"Eeeeeeee!" he cried out like a little girl. That wasn't a gendered comment, by the way, but a factual one based on the high-pitched tone of his shriek.

Mari Shu screamed too and pressed her hands over her ears at the new torture. Master Jannifer finally managed to peel his creaking, tight trousers to his knees and fumble open the lock on the Girders. The evil man panties sproinged off him and hit the floor with a clatter. His constrained dick unkinked to huge, thudding life.

Master stroked it carefully to see if anything had been broken. Some creases on the skin, but otherwise no bruising. In fact, his sensitivity seemed to be increased. He gave himself a few nice squeezes before turning his attention back toward his cowering sub.

"Are you wet for me, whore?" he asked in the chocolaty voice he'd spent years perfecting. "Or do I need to punish your titties?"

"Yes, Master." Mari Shu flipped onto her back. Her unfashionably large breasts blorped to either side of her ribcage like two half-full goo balloons. She caressed them with her hands, creating a tempting cock valley between them.

Then slowly, seductively, she spread her legs, revealing the pink, hot splendor of her pulchritudinous pussy.

"Did I tell you to display yourself like a tramp?" he asked harshly. But he couldn't deny that the flooded folds of her femininity were crying out for his cock like a mouth would cry out. Except mouths had teeth, and vaginas did not, so there'd be no penis biting when he plundered her nearly-untouched, unguent-oozing orifice for the second time in her young life.

Nobody could plunder an unguent-oozing orifice like he could. Their anacondas just weren't as massive. His spies had assured him his closest competitor, that blasted Pagan Taupe, was Twelve Olde Earthian inches, tops.

"Brace yourself," he ordered her, and tested her out with a thrust of his porta-crop into her sopping, shiny, succulent sheath.

"Yes, Master!" She rotated her hips vigorously. He withdrew the now damp and slimy-handled crop and, as she watched, licked it clean of her enticingly eclectic emulsion. She whistled her delight.

"Did I say you could whistle?" With a little less force than he'd applied to her backside, he began to whip her huge breasts, her flat stomach, and her quivering thighs. Whenever the flat of the crop landed close to her pussy, she whistled encouragingly, which he had definitely hinted she wasn't to do.

So saucy. So in need of taming.

He let the crop land right on her cooter.

She screamed and writhed and bucked her hips.

"Did I say you could buck your hips?" He tossed aside his crop and gripped her thighs with his strong hands. He stretched her apart so far that her vaginal slit became pine-cone shaped and revealed something flashy inside. Something whitish. Something sharp and—oh, no, it was just the juice of her luscious love.

Forcing her to be still, as well as practically a contortionist, he flopped his large dick against her pussy. She was wet. And slippery when wet. So he slid around and around her clit with a practiced roll of his hips, making her shiver and moan.

"Did I say you could moan?" he taunted. He pretended like he was going to give her what she wanted, a muff full of dick, but backed back out. Then slipped her the tip. Then backed out. Laughing cruelly as she wailed, he continued to tip her and deny her until she broke.

"Please, Master. Please fuck me. I swear, I figured out the safe word last night. If I say it, doesn't that mean you have to stop torturing me?"

"It does," he agreed, but he knew she was lying. Nobody ever mastered the safe word.

"Supercalifragilisticksexpialirumplestiltskin," Mari Shu called out in a strong, demanding voice.

"Well, shit." Master paused with his big dick barely brushing Mari Shu's tight vag. "How'd you manage that?"

"Did you know that when you say it correctly, while locked in a chamber with unfair expectations placed upon you, a little man appears and promises to make your dreams come true?" she asked him, blue eyes wide with wonder.

His new sub was crazy. Good thing she was about to be his former sub.

"I'm the one who's going to make you dreams come true," he said, and drove his cock all the way to the end of where his cock could go inside her tunnel of love. "I'm going to make you see stars."

"Eeeeeee!" she screamed as he plunged in and out of her. He pounded and pounded and pounded, like a pick axe turning stones to dust, except a lot more enjoyable and not as associated with the mining industry. Granted, her vagina was kind of like a mine tunnel and he was kind of ramming into it like a jackhammer, but the similarities ended there.

Unfortunately, due to the knee injury he'd incurred leaping that spanking bench, Master wasn't inclined to draw out this final fucking of the tightest pussy he'd ever fucked, so he tugged Mari Shu on the clitoris.

Her instant, screaming orgasm drove her body into a frenzy of convulsions. Her vag squeezed his cock like a fist. He'd had his cock squeezed by a lot of fists and knew that the simile was apt. Then it squeezed him harder. In fact it almost reminded him of yesterday, when her hot mouth had enclosed his swollen love snake like...a trap.

That was when he felt the teeth.

It was a trap!

Mari Shu's newly-grown vaginal teeth clamped around the base of his boner and tore into his skin. Then deeper.

Master screamed like a little girl, again, and then so high nobody could hear him but the angels. His manly organ of impressive length was razed off right at the balls by the vagina dentate, and Mari Shu rose to a squatting position and prized out the bleeding sausage.

She held it up like the trophy it was. Blood splattered everywhere, except it didn't show because this was the red room of pleasure slash pain, or whatever we called it earlier. Master clutched the emptiness between his legs with horror, unable to do more than gasp.

"Rumplestiltskin was his name," Mari Shu explained. "The little man who came to see me. He said my wish to control men and ensure mine and my sisters' economic future was a hell of a lot easier to grant than the one with the straw and the gold."

"Guh," Master groaned.

She shook his detached dick like a goo smoothie in which the protein powder has gathered at the bottom. "If you want this back, I demand double the amount of credits from my contract, and I want you to swear you'll never tell anyone what happened here today. Nobody would believe you anyway. Vagina dentata is soooooo horror genre cliché."

Master nodded, so hazed by pain he couldn't focus. Mari Shu dragged him to the identity panel near the door and forced him to transfer the credits while she watched. While he bled. Once she was extremely wealthy, Mari Shu flung his poor peter at his feet and strode out of the conveniently unlocked room.

Little did she know what that wily Rumplestiltskin would demand of her at a later date, once she'd gained power over many of Olde Earth's elite by vagina dentata-ing their peckers and blackmailing them before she would give it back. But that's not part of this book.

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Segment 1.13

_Train her harder and harder and harder until he truly becomes the Master he knows he can be._

Biting him. Balling him. Defying him. She was the ultimate wild slave in need of training, and he was just the filthy rich, S&M-loving CEO for the job.

Master allowed Mari Shu to cool her huge tits in the puppy cage overnight while he formulated his plan of total domination. The comprehensive taming process should begin, as his Dom manual suggested, with a great deal of time and attention. Affection, treats and orgasms would be given for obedience but withdrawn for disobedience. Consistency was the key, like housebreaking a robotic dog programmed to behave like a real dog now that real dogs only existed on Mars. Though he had a hectic schedule maintaining his position as the richest, most sardonically emo Dom to ever CEO a huge multiplanetery corporation, it would have to be shoved aside as he dedicated himself to the all-important task of schooling Mari Shu in the proper behavior for a sub.

How else would he maintain his rep amongst the thousanders on Olde Earth? If he didn't have a fawning sub or two to offer his competitors during tense negotiations and multiplanetary summits, they'd assume he couldn't multitask successfully anymore and railroad him in the business world. The all-important image of himself as a man whose company was so successful that he could spend three-fourths of his time fucking was essential to corporate productivity.

Granted, he could have kept the other subs on staff to perpetuate the man, the myth, the Master, but whatever, he totally wasn't obsessed with Mari Shu and her super-tight vag.

The next day, he sardonically watched Mari Shu as she bathed herself and dressed in a tight, black, strappy outfit that hoisted her breasts into the air and spread her ass cheeks like the parts of the Olde Earth's Grand Canyon that hadn't been filled with solid waste.

"Are you ready to submit to my synergy?" he demanded once she was prepped for him.

"Yes, Master." Mari Shu crouched in a proper submissive position on the floor and stared up at him lovingly. When her gaze fell to his tailored suit pants, for he'd worn his corporate duds today instead of his Dom duds, she licked her lips.

Deceptively uninterested, he checked his retro wrist watch. "I need to calendarize this training session to leverage your core competency," he said sternly.

"Yes, Master?"

He huffed. Impatiently. That impatient huff, like his chocolaty voice, had taken years to perfect. "If this takes longer than an hour to facilitate, you'll be the key player inside your cage again like the slut puppy you are."

"No, Master," Mari Shu begged.

Since he'd had a good night of sleep and a protein-packed breakfast, his anaconda surged to life without additional encouragement. His diamond cuff links gleamed on starched white French cuffs. His suit jacket fell slowly open, revealing his trim waist and designer leather belt. It wasn't easy to get leather stuff on Olde Earth, you understand, and it didn't pay to ask what kind of leather it was.

Mari Shu licked her lips again. Because she was s dirty little slut who longed to be punished and flogged and stuff.

"You're a dirty little slut." He slowly slid that belt from its loops while glaring at her. "Do you long to be punished?"

"No, Master," she said saucily, still staring at the admittedly massive bulge in his specially cut business trousers.

He threw back his head carelessly and laughed. "That's unfortunate, whore. It's time we engaged in some consensus building. I'll allow your cries of pain and ecstasy to provide interactive feedback while I reorient you to this paradigm shift in your lifestyle."

Letting his fingers tangle in her unfashionably yellow hair, he half-dragged her to a spanking bench and strapped her to it. When she didn't resist, his anaconda softened a little, but it was simply because he was so task focused on all the complicated buckles and straps. This new spanking bench wasn't as simple as his crotch rocket, though he did appreciate the addition of the thigh spreader attachment.

For the next hour, Jannifer whipped and humiliated Mari Shu, pausing every so often to attend a holographic business call, in which the camera was aimed strategically to include a portion of Mari Shu's writhing, panting body. After giving her several orgasms by allowing the fully trained robotic dog to lick her while she screamed and cried, or at least he thought she was having orgasms, because he was on a call at the time, he hung up on that damned weasel Pagan Taupe and allowed himself to plunder Mari Shu's tight pussy and spurt his viscous fluid all over her glossily welted back.

He considered today a benchmark encounter. She'd only attempted to pronounce her safe word ten times and Pagan Taupe had acquiesced to Jannifer's corporate dominance in a business deal over translucent widgets used in spy cameras. Unless he missed his guess, Taupe had been distracted by Mari Shu's wicked writhings. His sub, Annakarenina Bronze, had been on her period or something, and that whole process had been more disturbing than it had been conducive to successful business dealings.

The next day, Master Jannifer repeated the process. Train and dominate Mari Shu while conducting similarly dominant business with the camera specially angled. Sometimes he placed a tablet computer on her red-whipped ass to perform calculations and estimates, and sometimes he used her naked body, spread eagle on his rack, as a holo projection screen.

Master Jannifer and Mari Shu continued this way for several weeks until Jannifer decided she was ready for her big debut: an in-person negotiation with Pagan Taupe regarding the transfer of one of Taupe's holdings. It seemed Taupe had tired of his Martian hovercycle retail outlet and sought to unload it on what he assumed was an unsuspecting Jannifer. But Jannifer's business projections and such indicated that hovercycle demand, due to growing unrest among the Martian gangs, was slated to increase in the next several years, turning a mildly profitable enterprise into a highly profitable one. Foolish young Taupe, always seeking the immediate score over long-term projections.

And Mari Shu was just the sub to help Jannifer rub in his professional CEO savvy.

After a leisurely flogging and a bout of orgasm denial to keep her hot and wet, he dressed her in a short skirt, high heels, no underwear, and a translucent blouse that revealed her bulging, bobbling assets.

"You'll enter the room when I tell you to enter, and you'll do exactly as I say when I say it...no matter what it is," he ordered her sternly, his hand cupping her newly-depilated pussy. Hairless genitalia for females was all the rage with the under seventy crowd, and it was important that he appeared hip and with it to Taupe and his entourage. "Do you understand?"

Mari Shu nodded vigorously. "Yes, Master."

He squeezed her mons and labia and stuff, and she shivered. "I won't give you pleasure until you give me a proper performance."

"Yes, Master."

"And if I catch you touching yourself again, I'll tie your hands behind your back for three days. Which, as I'm sure you'll agree, made certain hygiene functions challenging the last time I enacted that particular punishment, not to mention since you sleep with your hands flung above your head, you developed some mild insomnia."

Her eyelashes fluttered as she breathed heavily, trying not to grind herself against his fingers. "Yes, Master."

She was the very picture of obedient sub, in her tiny, flirty skirt and high, spindly heels. Her exotic buxom blondness would probably start some hot new trend, and all those under seventy kids would realize Master Jannifer still had what it took to be completely cutting-edge, fake knee or no fake knee.

"Now I'm going to insert this giant butt plug. I want it to still be inside you when I summon you." Since he'd gently cupped her pussy, he roughly pushed her over. It was important that subs couldn't predict your actions or mood or they'd take advantage. The short skirt rode up and revealed her vulnerable bareness and tiny, hairless bung hole.

Her rounded ass was still red from the flogging. He withdrew a teardrop-shaped, fully dishwasher safe butt plug from his pocket. The outside nub boasted one of the largest diamonds in his collection—one that was bigger than anything that Taupe kid ever stuck into his sub's orifices, for sure.

He rubbed her clit for a minute, nearly sending her over the edge, before he inserted the plug. She moaned in not-quite-ecstasy. Then he stepped away.

"Be ready," he warned, and shut her in the office supply closet near his boardroom.

Taupe and his entourage of eager business minions, mostly dressed in expensive black suits, arrived shortly thereafter. They all pretended they liked each other, slapping one another's backs and talking trash about their competitors on Mars or which foozeball teams should be sent to the Venusian Penile colony or the newest goo flavors on the market.

Finally Master Jannifer herded the five young people around the board room table, interspersed with his own obedient employees who did what they were told due to their salaries and sometimes the fact that he held their children hostage instead of submissive training. He had to admit, that was the more expedient route for non-sexxorer employees, as it didn't take weeks to accomplish. Taupe, who had perfected almost as sardonic and emo a demeanor as Master Jannifer, was really the only threat to Jannifer's corporate dominance.

He was a tall man who filled out his classically cut business suits well. Broad shoulders tapered to a lean waist and tight ass, or so Jannifer was told, because he had certainly never fondled Taupe's ass to check its muscularity. His short brown hair and medium orange skin—not the trendy bright orange as many of his cohorts—belied his cut-throat, take-no-prisoners business policies.

"I want more credits for the shop than you've offered," Taupe said demandingly, in a cut-throat fashion.

"No," Master Jannifer responded, equally cut-throat. And he was wise, wiser than young Taupe, savvy to all the ways of cut-throat business persons.

Taupe leapt out of his chair and thrust his steely fists on the table. "Why the hell not?"

Master eased back in his own chair and steepled his fingers. He paused before answering, giving Taupe time to sweat. "Because I said so."

"That's not fair." Taupe gestured to one of his minions, and the woman set a small holo device in front of everyone at the business table. "Look, here's the blue book value of the shop. It's higher than what you're offering."

"Then find another offer." Jannifer knew Taupe wouldn't be able to do that. He'd made sure his offer would be the only one.

"Maybe I will," Taupe threatened in a take-no-prisoners, gravelly voice.

"You can try," Jannifer said, "but you'll fail, loser. You might as well sign on the dotted holographic line and cut your losses."

"Loser? I know you are, but what am I?"

"You're a poopyhead, of course. And a loser," Jannifer said without missing a beat. No way was Taupe going to trip him up with that old tactic!

"Sticks and stones may break my bones until I get repaired in a medical clinic, but words will never hurt me," Taupe said. "Right, minions?"

"Right, boss." The four sharks who'd accompanied Taupe to the meeting nodded in sync. Jannifer's four minions crossed their arms as practiced.

Jannifer laughed sardonically. "Words may not hurt you, Taupe, but sinking your money into a losing hovercycle shop will. I, on the other hand, am making you an offer you can't refuse."

"I can too refuse." Taupe glared at him, his grey eyes seething. Jannifer suspected ocular implants intended to intimidate people he glared at, but Jannifer simply smiled. "You're not the boss of me."

It was time to bring out his secret weapon. "Can you send Mari Shu in with refreshments?" he asked his secretary.

After a moment, the boardroom doors opened, and Mari Shu minced in. All eyes fell upon her, including Jannifer's. She held a tray of sparkling beverage tubes in front of her like a primal offering to some ancient lust deity. Her boobs bounced. Her hair curled in a lush, blond riot around her face in just-sexed splendor. Her skirt barely hid her womanly woman parts.

By her tiny steps, he could tell she was still anally clenched around the diamond butt plug.

"Good girl," he told her approvingly. She blushed. "I invite you all to...partake."

Taupe's eyebrows arched. "Not your usual, Jannifer."

The minions took turns caressing Mari Shu's legs as she passed around the beverages. Her cheeks grew pinker and pinker. Jannifer admired her compliance, the fact she allowed all the sexxory touches, the way it obviously aroused her.

At the same time, every new hand that stroked her thigh, coming oh so close to her pussy, annoyed him.

He didn't understand the juxtaposition. It had never annoyed him to pass around his subs like a hot potato before.

When Mari Shu finally reached Taupe, the young pup had the audacity to hike up her skirt and whistle.

"Is that...the Rochester diamond?" Giving Jannifer a challenging smirk, he pushed Mari Shu down over the boardroom table. Jannifer's fingernails bit into his fists, but he kept them hidden...maintained his easy, sardonic smile. "I'm impressed."

"I have so much money, I can stick the eighth biggest diamond currently on Olde Earth up somebody's ass if I want," Jannifer said coolly. "I can take a hellcat like Mari Shu here, a millioner whose vag seal I personally dissolved with my highly talented tongue, and twist her into a submissive...one who'll let anyone do anything to her if I ask it."

"Anything?" Taupe said, unable to hide his surprise. "Annakarenina gets totally pissed if I...never mind. I'm sick of her shit. God."

Jannifer spread his hands. "That's how much power I have, Taupe. If you'd like to sign on the dotted line, we can celebrate our successful business deal with...anything."

Taupe's gaze skittered between the holo document and the diamond in Mari Shu's bunghole. "Add a million credits and it's a deal," he said.

"Nope."

Taupe spread Mari Shu's thighs. The minion beside him leaned over to inspect Mari Shu's pussy more closely. "Duuuuuuuuude, you gotta get us a piece of that, Taupe."

Taupe licked his lips. His hands began kneading Mari Shu's buttocks, and Mari Shu squirmed and gasped. "Um. Half a million?"

"I've made my final offer already, kid," Jannifer said. "Get out from under that albatross of a motorcycle store. Nobody likes motorcycles on Mars. They're rover class. Motorcycles are so Olde Earth."

"Fine. Whatever. I don't care." Taupe thumbed the dotted line with a shaking hand before returning to fondle the diamond butt plug. "But you did say your sub would do anything. I'm going to fuck her for real this time, Jannifer. I'm going to fuck her better than you ever could, old man."

Jannifer hid a smirk. Sure he would. Taupe always pretended he was going to get raunchy at these things but ended up disappearing before the climax, so to speak. Probably had penile stage fright. Sissy.

Mari Shu's gaze locked with Jannifer's across the long table. Though bitten red with desire, her bottom lip trembled with betrayal, that Jannifer would use her to clinch a deal. Well, he assumed it was betrayal. It could have been more desire.

But was it more desire than she felt for...him? Her Master?

"Get out," Jannifer commanded to his minions. The men and women, knowing the routine, faded out of the room. Taupe's minions began shucking their clothing.

"Dibs on that mouth," said the female minion across the table, rubbing her small, brown-nippled breasts.

"Feet for me," said a third, scrambling to get in line.

"I don't think I'm going to share," Taupe said, giving Jannifer a challenging eyebrow lift. "With anyone. In fact, I might consider this sub a perk of the deal and take her with me when I go. After I fuck her better than the old man can, she won't come for him anymore. Do each other until I make up my mind."

This old routine, Jannifer thought, but he couldn't keep from gritting his teeth. A standard negotiation tactic to try to get Jannifer to renege on the deal.

"Go ahead." Jannifer flapped his hands and stuck his feet up on the table, a man of perfect leisure. "I'll just watch. I already had her twice today," he lied, because he'd been too busy getting ready for the meeting. Suddenly he wondered if that had been a mistake. Would Mari Shu forget what singular pleasures he could arouse in her since he hadn't satisfied her since yesterday? "You'll be lucky if you can get anything besides a nap out of her."

Taupe dallied with Mari Shu's butt plug. The overhead lights gleamed on the large diamond, sending rainbows dancing around the room. The minions kissed and rutted on the other side of the boardroom table in a square circle jerk thingie, feeding one another cocks and pussies and toes and sips of the beverages Mari Shu had provided.

Grinning at Jannifer, Taupe yanked out the plug with a distinct _pop_. Mari Shu eeked.

"Oh, baby cakes, you have such a pretty, tight, pink arsehole," he said unconvincingly. "All stretched out for my massive organ."

Jannifer nodded at his obedient sub, his sub who'd just helped him nail down a huge business deal. "Do whatever the boy wants."

Mari Shu's lower lip quivered. Taupe grabbed the back of her delicate white blouse and ripped it off.

Jannifer frowned. That blouse had been an expensive import. Spendthrift punk.

"Suck my cock, whore!" Taupe yelled at Mari Shu and flipped her onto her back. Mari Shu squealed. He climbed on the table and fumbled at his pants while kneeling over her face.

His pallid, half-limp organ fell out like a very short rope swing. Haha, what a dope. His peen was ten shades lighter than the rest of his orange skin, which meant he'd been a complete sissy in his spa treatments, covering his genitalia.

His large but not fourteen inch genitalia. So his spies had been correct. Jannifer could see for himself that Taupe's manhood was less monstrous than his own anaconda. Which clearly meant he was more of a man than Taupe. Not that he'd had any doubt.

"Do it, Mari Shu," he told her in his darkest, chocolatiest voice. "Don't make me tell you again."

Mari Shu slowly licked Taupe's floppy wiener. Taupe tried to stuff himself in her mouth, but his peen kept bending in half.

Jannifer's toes clenched in his expensive shoes as if his feet could form fists. Clenched with hatred. Again with the juxtaposition! He'd always enjoyed seeing his subs used callously by his business competitors. What was wrong with him?

"I'm sure your tiny, impotent penis is very exciting for her," he said mockingly, ignoring his mixed feelings.

"I'm not impotent!" Taupe raged. "I just had a bad childhood and I need to...I need to...I have perversions, okay?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"I want to...I need to...I can't say it." Taupe slid off the table and balled his fists. "She's supposed to just know."

"Um, if you didn't tell her, how's she supposed to know?"

"That's not my problem. It's her problem. You said I could do anything I wanted to her, and I want her to make me come," Taupe demanded with a foot stomp, "or the deal is off, you grabby bastard."

"Duh," Jannifer said with practiced dismissal. "You already signed the document."

"Haha, joke's on you, I signed a fake name." Taupe pointed at Master Jannifer. "This isn't my real finger."

Angrily, Jannifer lashed out and pulled Taupe's finger. It popped off with a sound not unlike the butt plug emerging from Mari Shu's sweet sphincter. The sphincter Jannifer had come to cherish over the past few weeks for the way it gripped his cock when he butt fucked her while she was strapped to a piece of furniture of some sort.

But love? No, he didn't love. He couldn't love. I mean, he loved money and power and dominance and seeing Taupe with a limp peen because he had "issues", but love a woman? No.

"Satisfy him, you whore," Jannifer ordered Mari Shu.

Mari Shu timidly placed her fingers around Taupe's cock and rubbed. Taupe, hands on hips, glared at her. "Nope."

"Hm." Mari Shu knelt in front of him and licked him enthusiastically, like a lollipop, a culinary delight Master had introduced her to a week or two ago. His cock remained flaccid.

Taupe grinned cruelly. "Nope."

She dragged his trousers to his ankles, wrapped her slender, physically fit arms around his hips, and fingered his anus.

Taupe grimaced. "Nope. Cut that out."

She fondled his doughy nutsack hopefully.

"Nope."

She formed her abundant breasts into a pleasure valley and masturbated his peen with them.

Taupe yawned. "Nope. Jannifer, clock's ticking. You're not gonna get that motorcycle store on Mars if your woman can't please me. She's clearly inept as a sexxorer. I haven't even twitched with desire."

Annoyed—Master Jannifer recognized the mulish expression on his sub's face from those early training days—Mari Shu yanked the hairs on Taupe's ballsack.

Taupe howled and leapt away from her. "Hell nope! What the fuck?"

"Do you prefer men?" she burst out.

"Nope," Taupe said.

"What, then?"

Taupe thrust a hand through his brown hair. "You just don't get it."

"You have to communicate," she said. "Even Jannifer tells me what he wants. And tells me and tells me and tells me. It's a pretty constant stream of Mari Shu do this, Mari Shu do that, Mari Shu I'm going to fuck your asshole, Mari Shu come, I'm ready to go to sleep."

"I...I...I..." Taupe stuttered furiously. "I want you to kiss me, okay?"

"I had my mouth all over your penis," Mari Shu said.

"On the lips. As if...as if you can taste my breath. My life ebbing in and out of me, the precious oxygen." To Jannifer's surprise, Taupe strode forward and grasped Mari Shu's slender shoulders with two manly yet well-manicured paws. "As if it means something to you."

Mari Shu's slender, nude, creamy goldenness next to Taupe's vibrant, medium-orange youth was a photographic moment, but Jannifer resisted the urge. He wasn't the one in that moment. That picturesque, cinematic moment that screamed passion and longing and need.

Taupe's fingers tightened on Mari Shu as he drew her against his hard, masculine body. His head lowered slowly. Their gazes locked. Her lips parted like two rosy rose petals. Jannifer felt his cock monster stir at the extremely attractive, sexy, moving portrait.

Finally, when Jannifer could bear the sexual tension and will-they won't-they no more, Taupe kissed Mari Shu.

Their lips brushed. Lingered. Touching and learning, their tongues slipping out to taste and sample. Their kisses grew firmer and more intense with each tongue thrust. Soon Taupe was clutching Mari Shu's backside, hugging her perfect ass, and his cock...his cock sprang to manly life.

"Oh," Mari Shu breathed, admiring the large rod between Taupe's muscular thighs. "It's bigger than my Master."

"It is not," Master said irritably, but the annoyingly young couple was too far gone to pay attention to him. Their hands roved over one another's perfect bodies as if those bodies were wonderlands. And Master knew, because of Taupe's age, he probably didn't need secret boner pills to make jizz more than once a day.

Taupe groaned, a sound like a door in a haunted house opening, except that the haunted house was his heart. "And you...are nothing like Annakarenina. You give yourself completely. You kiss me without arguing. You'd never hang out with your friends, would you? Or learn how to use email and computers and stuff instead of sitting home waiting for me all day? You'd devote yourself to me completely, wouldn't you, and heal all my oozing, emo wounds?"

"It's what I'm made to do," Mari Shu said. "Love."

"I...I want to touch you. Can I touch you?" Taupe begged. His lips trailed the curve of her elegant neck.

"Please touch me," Mari Shu begged right back. "The way you're treating me as an equal, as a partner, staring into my eyes, respecting my boundaries, is such an incredible turn on. My pee pee nub is totally tingling for you, Pagan Taupe."

Face to face, like boring, old married people, Mari Shu and Taupe kissed and caressed each other tenderly until Master Jannifer couldn't handle one more second of this...this...vanilla betrayal.

"Enough!" he bellowed. "You can keep the fucking motorcycle factory. I don't want it. I just wanted to screw you over in a deal to prove my virility."

"You think I don't know that?" Taupe said.

Master snatched Mari Shu by the arm and yanked her free of Taupe, whose splendid, fully erect penis was possibly maybe a little bigger than Jannifer's. "Whatever. Get your own whore, kid."

"Do you love me so much?" Mari Shu breathed at him. "You're willing to sacrifice the deal of the century for...me?"

"Leave," he told Taupe and his naked minions. "I have to severely punish my sub, and I don't require an audience at this time."

Taupe glowered at him while cinching his pants and belt. "It's not all about being submissive and dominant, you know. It's sometimes better to have a person you can trust completely at your side, supporting you, even protecting you if need be. By the way, I'm taking the anal plug diamond in return for my pain and suffering and the fact that your sub couldn't make me come. I'm going to stick it up Annakarenina's butt and see if that will keep her from trying to have any friends besides me. I doubt she'll want to leave my mansion if she's hobbling around with a rock like this between her cheeks."

"I said get out!" Master called his guards to have Taupe and his crew tossed out of his office building, half naked. It would probably make the social pages. Hell, all this would make the social pages. He hadn't had anyone tossed out like that in fifteen years.

And he'd never, ever been in love.

"You do love me," Mari Shu said. "You don't want to share me."

"It's true," Master admitted raggedly, falling to his knees and clasping her around the hips. Not that he was going to _say_ the L word out loud, but he wouldn't deny it.

He was broken. Broken on the hill of her compassion and understanding, and he would never be the same. That was why he hadn't wanted Taupe and his minions to touch her.

It was love.

"While you're down there," Mari Shu suggested, parting her succulent thighs, "I could use some punishing. How about some punishing kisses...on my pussy?"

"Just call me the Punisher, whore," Master murmured momentously before licking Mari Shu in all her crevices to celebrate the biggest deal of his life.

The love deal.

And they lived happily ever after.

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**Frontmatter in Back**

"Earthbound Passions: The Adventures of Mari Shu #1"

By Jody Wallace

From Meankitty Publishing

Copyright ©2014 Jody Wallace

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**Dedication:** HERRICK! I couldn't—well, wouldn't—have done it without you.

**Acknowledgements:** Heather, for all the things. Natalie for being the encyclopedia of Serenity and calling me awful and gross but presumably those are synonyms for awesome. Cathy P. and Veronica for promising they weren't offended. Jennifer for RomDom knowledge and off-color ideas in general. Petra, Melanie H. and CJ Lemire for brainstorming with me. Countless Tweeps for chiming in when I asked questions like, "What's the stupidest romance heroine trait you can think of?" or, "Name a popular science fiction bad guy!" as well as, "Hey, Tweeps, euphemisms for penis...go!" Sasha for "turgid tumescence" in particular. Not that she has a turgid tumescence, I don't think, but she suggested it. Felix Malmenbeck the Klingon tips.

What other authors and critics are saying about THE ADVENTURES OF MARI SHU...

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"I laughed! I cried!...When I was asked to write this blurb. I'm sure THE ADVENTURES OF MARI SHU is a great read. I mean, really, how bad *could* it be? But seriously, knowing Jody, it's hysterical." _—_ award-winning author Cathy Pegau, who knows Jody.

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**About the Author**

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Contemporary & Erotic Romance

Blue Silver: Behind the Mask, part of the Blue Silver continuity series

Claustrophobic Christmas (w/a Ellie Marvel)

"Date at McCabe's" in Tiny Treats 2

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Strip-O-Gram

What She Deserves (w/a Ellie Marvel)

Fantasy, SF and Paranormal Romance

Angeli (Maelstrom 1)

Cooley's Panther (Felidae 1)

"Dunvegas: Alien Attack" in Welcome to Dunvegas

Disciple (DreamWalker 2)

Liam's Gold

"New Year's Magic" in Tiny Treats

One Thousand Kisses (Realm 2)

A Pixie's Tale (w/a Hera B Magic)

Pack and Coven (Shifter 1)

A Spell for Susannah

Stalking Evan (Felidae 2)

Survival of the Fairest (Realm 1)

Tangible (DreamWalker 1)

Traitor (Maelstrom 2, coming soon)

Witch Interrupted (Shifter 2)

A Wintertide Spell

Light SF/F and Urban Fantasy

"Box Full of Faerie" in The Heart-Shaped Box

Field Trip

A Mage by Any Other Name

The Whole Truth

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Earthbound Passion (Adventures of Mari Shu 1)

Far Galaxies (Adventures of Mari Shu 3)

The Interactive Adventures of Mari Shu (Complete List)

Martian Conquest (Adventures of Mari Shu 2)

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Enjoy this excerpt from

RAGNAR AND JULIET, a romantic comedy space opera,

and is a lesson in why bounty hunting hot men

can be terrible for a girl's health, but glorious for her everything else.

### RAGNAR AND JULIET, BOOKS 1 & 2 by Lucy Woodhull

"...if you are in the mood for something fun, sexy and little bit different, you should definitely read _Ragnar and Juliet." —_ Bookwenches.com

Bounty hunting is usually so easy. Flash a little cleavage, mix a roofie cocktail, and Juliet has her man right where she wants him: out cold, ready to be swapped for cash. Her passions are freedom, trashy clothes, and pie -- not necessarily in that order.

Hunky alien ship captain Ragnar doesn't deserve torture at the hands of the psychotic king who hired Juliet; he liberated one of William the Nefarious' illegal concubines. Juliet can't ignore such a noble act. She doesn't trust men, but this one, with the kindest smile she's ever seen, picks away at her resolve to stay aloof and clothed. He's just so... nice! Crazy she can deal with; sincerity is terrifying.

Before she gives in to her irrational urge to get a timeshare with him (and his cute tail), they're caught by the bad guys. Ragnar disappears and abandons her to her disgusting captors \-- so much for togetherness. Perhaps he's not such a saint. Even worse, Nefarious William has nominated her for Concubine of the Evening. This dubious honor does not thrill her, and only a few hours remain before the king's mind control drugs obliterate her free will.

Sexual slavery might not be fatal, but Juliet would rather die.

Of course, the third option (run away to a beach and hump Ragnar silly) is best, if they can live that long.

* * *

Chapter One: Boun-ty (n): a reward offered to find a troublemaking man—often not worth it

Time to play "Bag That Hot Alien," Juliet's favorite game. Whether "bag" meant "turn him in for bounty" or "sex him up, then turn him in for bounty" would depend on the talent and swimsuit portions of the competition.

Heat radiated off her mark from across the bar. _Not too bad_ , she thought, sipping whiskey. She didn't bother to disguise her ardent study; she wanted him to notice.

Big, very big. Two hundred pounds of long, lean muscle, she guessed. And probably human, or something similar. Shaggy black hair over a rather handsome face, at least from back here. She glanced at the picture of him on her iPaidALotForThisGadget. Yup, that was him. Ragnar Manscape, the man she'd been hired to bag, drag, and return to King William (the Nefarious). Apparently, Ragnar was a bad, bad, boy and had royally pissed off the king. William wasn't the forgiving sort, hence his self-given moniker of "the Nefarious."

Juliet swept aside the four untouched cocktails sent to her from various pox-ridden bar flies and threw her shoulders back, the thrill of the hunt coursing through her veins. She'd done this a hundred times before. The best bounty hunter in ten galaxies, she always got her man. Or sentient creature. Or whatever. She polished off the last of her drink, the icy alcohol shivering down her throat and into her empty stomach.

After adjusting her best assets higher in her push-up bra, she took a deep breath, imbued with perhaps too much confidence. But she wasn't nicknamed Boba Fetching for nothing. She fluffed her hair and sauntered across the dim bar, red liquor signs flashing at her from all sides, illuminating her path. For a dive bar, this place slumped grungier than most. A group of "musicians" huddled in a corner making a cacophony. Hard to hear over the din of chatter, but the jarring music could be felt, as surely as the smell of the place could be seen.

Manscape sat tipped back in his rickety wooden chair, long legs planted on the table. His worn black boots had kicked many an ass by the look of them. She pushed his feet aside and plunked her trunk junk on the table. Startled, he stood and whipped a gun out of nowhere, pointing it straight between her eyes. "Buy me a drink," she purred in the Collective's language, trying not to flinch at the muzzle inches from her face.

Juliet's blood heated at the sight of him this close—not exactly handsome, no, but rugged in an I-eat-folksingers-for-breakfast kind of way. The only indication he wasn't human was the presence of a smattering of orange spots near his temples. They were disarmingly cute in such a rugged setting. His nose had perhaps been broken one too many times, his chin needed a good razor, his mouth set crooked and hard, but all in all: dead sexy. Too bad. More like dead meat once the Nefarious was finished with him.

Juliet needed to work fast— _she'd_ be dead meat if she didn't deliver him within the next twenty-four hours. It had taken a week to track him to this hellhole planet at the corner of Nowhere and Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here.

A pair of amazing cerulean eyes fluttered over her, narrowing on one: her crotch, almost peeking from under the shortest skirt she owned, two: her chest, spilling out of a leather vest, and three: her crotch again. A gratifying once over—she didn't shop at Sluts-R-Us for nothing.

"Buy me a drink," she was forced to repeat with a toss of her hair. Maybe he didn't understand her? Really, by this point most men had melted into quivering pools of hormone all over her painful, yet alluring, spike-heel boots.

He smiled, revealing a good set of almost-straight teeth. A wave of pure desire flowed through Juliet's chest, settling in the general area of her illicit miniskirt. She was a sucker for a charming grin from an inconvenient man.

Not lowering his weapon, he said, "You came over here. You're buying, Blondie."

With one hussy-red manicured finger she pushed the gun barrel away. "Don't call me Blondie, and I will."

Those dangerous baby blues crinkled at the corners. "Then what do I call you?"

"Juliet."

"Juliet what?"

"Just Juliet."

"We're not dealing in last names tonight?"

Juliet wiggled off the table and thumped into a chair. "Is this what you consider sexy banter? Does it sound better once I have a cocktail?"

He laughed—a big, rich chuckle that echoed through his broad chest. Manscape sat down and appraised her again, slowly, his gaze like a warm, welcoming bath. "I like you, Just Juliet."

She couldn't help but return the smile; she was a sucker for a hearty laugh. He put two fingers to his lips and whistled. A waitress instantly appeared, giggling all over him, her tentacles reaching around his shoulders to caress his chocolate-colored leather jacket and the impressive set of shoulders contained therein.

"Whiskey," he said, his eyebrows rising. One of her members slid around his neck and turned from yellow to fuchsia. The waitress tittered again, un-snaked herself, and sauntered away, ogling over her shoulder at him all the way to the bar.

"You have quite an effect on women." Juliet swung her legs out and crossed them for his benefit. "Do you think you can make me turn colors?"

"I'd like to try."

Juliet laughed and sought out his gaze, holding it, squeezing it. Seduction was ninety percent hot, throbbing looks. The other ten percent was boobs. She wasn't the most gorgeous girl alive, but possessed a body to kill for and wit enough to destroy even the toughest prey. Would a man like Manscape suspect an aggressive lady of being up to no good? Nah, not if the waitress were any indication of his effect on beings of the female persuasion. Juliet leaned in and whispered, "What color would I turn?"

He sat forward. The captainey scent of his skin—booze and machinery—breezed through her nostrils, intoxicating as the whiskey bouncing in her belly. "What color do you want to turn?"

"I asked you first."

"I asked you second."

Juliet leaned back and exaggerated a sigh. He just failed the Q&A portion of the Mr. Man of the Evening Competition. "Boy, you really do suck at flirting. What's your name anyway?"

His eyes narrowed, but he smiled. Easygoing. She was a sucker for easygoing. "Ragnar Manscape, captain of the _Bobo_ , fastest ship in the galaxy."

She snorted. " _Bobo_? Your ship is named _Bobo_? Is your first mate a clown named Rainbow?"

"Well, that's not very nice. I bought it a long time ago and let my little sister name it. It's in honor of her favorite blanket, Bobo. It was either that or 'Pink Unicorn.'" His geeky little grin caused her stomach to drop straight into her damp panties. She licked her lips. He watched her mouth, deliberately. Okay, so maybe he wasn't the smoothest operator ever, but he just soared ahead in the Mr. Congeniality sweepstakes.

Two semi-clean glasses slammed onto the table, jarring Juliet out of her reverie, which involved Ragnar, a bullwhip, and a jar of peanut butter. "Hmph." Apparently, the waitress was unhappy at Juliet's close proximity to her favorite customer. Lady Tentacles slopped amber liquid into the two glasses and plunked the bottle down before huffing away.

Juliet cleared her throat and wondered what he'd done to earn King William's ire. He didn't give off a killer/rapist/generally-evil-dude vibe. No crazy eyes. And she knew crazy eyes. "What shall we drink to?"

Ragnar picked up one glass and handed it to her, then grabbed his own in two long fingers. "To new adventures."

Juliet threw her head back to shoot the whiskey. It seared a path down her already over-heated body. He followed suit. She poured two more double shots and scooted his glass over the table. "We can't stop at just one."

"Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?"

"Yes." And she wasn't lying. All the judges (her eyes, her pulse, her tingling nether bits) agreed that he was a winner. Her plan adjusted accordingly. She would one: talk him onto her ship; two: have hot, sweaty, illegal-on-most-planets sex with him; three: repeat step two; and four: deliver him for bounty.

"Good." Ragnar dragged her into his lap, her bottom settling nicely onto his hard thighs. One almost-rough hand swept a curl out of her lip gloss just before his mouth fell to hers. Juliet groaned at the warm, whiskey taste of the delectable velvet lips moving over hers, slow and perfect and talented. Damn, she loved her job. She cradled the back of his head, fingers running through his soft, thick hair. Grabbing a handful, she pulled, hard, eliciting a grunt from him. His tongue flicked the inside of her lips, creating an ache deep between her legs.

"Let's get outta here." If they didn't, the greasy patrons of this bar would be getting quite a show in a minute or two.

"Uh-huh," he agreed. He stood, sweeping her out of the chair and jarring her onto the ground. Pain shot from her too-high heels through her shinbones.

"Ow. Take it easy, muscles."

"Sorry. What are you, anyway?"

She fluttered her eyelashes in an adorable manner. "I could go in _so_ many directions with that question..."

He proceeded to ostentatiously cross his arms and shake his head. "You're human, aren't you?"

"Why do you say it like that? _Human_. With that air of _what a pain in the ass_."

"You said it, not me."

She peered up at him, a full head larger than she. He must be six-three—a foot taller than her, maybe? Big enough to do serious damage. But she'd handled her share of big ones before. _Heh, heh...big ones._

"What are you smiling about?"

"Shouldn't I be smiling? Is that a _human_ thing to do?"

With a grunt (of disgust, of desire, of gas? Who knew?), Ragnar grabbed her hand and headed for the exit. She threw some money in the direction of the table to pay for the drinks.

Stumbling behind him on those damn heels, Juliet spied—ye gods—a long, orange _tail_ waving behind him! She sucked in a breath as the tip, pointed like the devil's, breezed across her belly then curved under her skirt. "Stop that!" She batted it away as Ragnar paused and glanced over his shoulder with a wide grin.

"It has a mind of its own." He chuckled and took off again, dragging her behind him.

"Does that line work on most women?"

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