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Subject: {ASSM} <HoF> The Outpost
Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2001 00:10:05 -0500
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Note: I'm posting this story for someone who wishes to remain
anonymous. 

This story is an entry for the 'Hall of Fame Writing Game'.


The Outpost 

We were led into an open air compound at the 
western edge of the outpost and told to stow our 
gear along the inner wall and then be seated at the 
long rectangular table.  I chose a spot near the 
corner, and Garish sat to my left.  His sister 
Bethune sat to his left.  Nine others were seated 
around the table.  From my position I had a view of 
the seven foot stone wall which formed the western 
edge of our dirt-floor room.  I could hear the purr 
and grumble of the tigers outside.  I looked at 
Garish. 

"They are beautiful animals," he said with a smile. 
"Maybe we will see." 

"I'd think they could leap a wall like that with no 
problem," I said. 

Garish nodded.  "The thing is it's built on a 
hill," he said.  "There's a fifteen foot drop off." 

"Ah," I said.  "It sure sounds like they're right 
outside." 

Garish nodded again. 

Then the men came in and set before each of us a 
standardized test booklet--crisp white pages with a 
smiley face seal at the flap.  Another man handed 
out sharpened pencils.  "Use only these," he said. 
"Starting now you have thirty minutes."  With that 
the men left the room. 

"Good luck," I whispered to Garish. He nodded.   
"Good luck," I mouthed to Garish's sister.  Bethune 
was already bent over her test booklet, marking in 
answers. 

I set to work.  The questions were not difficult, 
but at first I found the growl of the tigers a 
distraction.  One roar was answered by another.   
Eventually I was able to devote myself to the 
questions, and the noises became no more than 
distant thunder. 

I finished marking in the final answer just as the 
man came to collect the booklets and pencils.  I 
put my hands behind my head and stretched.  It was 
good to be done. The others at the table sat 
impassively.  No small talk at all. 

A moment later two women came in with large trays 
of fruit: bananas, wedges of skinned melon, various 
plump berries. 

"Looks good," I said.  The fellow to my right, 
Sanjay, was peeling a banana.  His long fingers 
moved slowly and precisely. 

Garish picked up a raspberry.  He showed it to 
Bethune and whispered something to her in their 
language.  She smiled and blushed and lowered her 
eyes.  Garish popped the berry into his mouth. 

"What did you say to her?" I asked. 

"Only that the raspberry looks much like her 
nipples," Garish answered.  He picked up another 
berry and offered it to me.  "Try one," he said. 

I glanced at Bethune.  She was looking down at her 
lap.  I took the berry from Garish and tasted it. 

"Mm," I said.  "Very good.  Very ... juicy.  A good 
flavor." 

Garish said something else to Bethune.  She covered 
her mouth. 

I was about to ask him what he'd said, but a tiger 
roared, and the men came in.  One of the men placed 
a single sheet of paper at my end of the table but 
a little closer to Sanjay.  I could see that the 
paper had all of our names down the left hand 
column, and next to each name was the score for the 
test.  A raspberry seed was stuck between my teeth, 
and I was worrying it with my tongue while I tried 
to make out my score.  It looked as though I'd 
received a ten. There were several other tens.   
Bethune, Salem, Nahul, and Sandeep.  Garish had a 
nine.  Sanjay had an eight.  The other scores were 
between five and eight.  I was so pleased for 
having done well. 

Sanjay picked up the sheet of paper with his long 
thin fingers and studied it. The paper wavered 
along the top as if a thin breeze were blowing, but 
the air was still and hot.  Carefully Sanjay set 
the sheet of paper face down upon the table.  He 
looked around the room. He lay his left forefinger 
laterally across his lips as if to wipe away a spot 
of refreshment or a smudge of banana, and then he 
pointed his finger half-heartedly at Nahul, who sat 
opposite Bethune.  Two of the men positioned 
themselves behind Nahul's chair, and then they 
hoisted him from the chair.  Nahul appeared to go 
rigid for a moment, and then he relaxed, and one 
man had him by the feet and the other man had him 
by the arms.  They swung him back and forth, and 
then they swung him up over the wall. 

I'd expected to hear screams and the roar of the 
tigers, but there was very little sound.  The 
feasting was muffled and quiet. 

"What was that?" I whispered to Garish.  "How come 
...?" 

"I'd heard they took the clothes off first," Garish 
said.  "Maybe they've changed procedures.  Maybe 
I'd heard wrong." 

"I don't understand," I said.  I looked over at 
Sanjay.  "Did you ...?  Did he cheat or something?" 

Sanjay had a high-pitched voice.  "I see you have 
got a ten as well," he said. "A good score for your 
first time."  He was grinning at me. I picked up 
the paper with the test scores.  It quivered. Tens 
for Nahul, Salem, Bethune, Sandeep and me.  But now 
Nahul was gone. 

"You mean anyone who gets a ten gets ...?" 

Sanjay giggled. 

"Why?" I asked. 

Sanjay shrugged.  "Maybe they don't want anyone too 
smart.  Makes trouble." 

"That doesn't make any sense," I said.  "What kind 
of trouble?" 

Again Sanjay shrugged. 

"Look," I said, "if we were smart we would have 
been able to see that and get a nine.  I couldn't 
be too smart to get a ten.  Right?" 

"Right," Sanjay squeaked.  "Not too smart to get a 
ten." 

"So these scores must be a mistake." Something 
giddy crept into my voice.  "These tens must really 
be nines.  Don't you agree?" 

Sanjay nodded. His expression turned grave.  "It's 
not as if we have a choice," he said.  "Any of us." 

"But you agree that we could have easily got a 
nine?  Any of us?  All of us?" 

"Certainly," Sanjay said. 

I looked at Garish.  "He agrees," I told Garish.   
"Otherwise Bethune, Salem, and me, we'd ...." 

"They'd take two anyway," Garish said.  "They 
always take two.  Or at least that's what I hear.   
Although apparently  I was wrong about the 
clothing." 

"Even so.  Even if it's just two." I looked around 
the table.  No sign of concern. My eyes returned to 
Garish.  "Do you think we should make a run for it? 
Do you think ...." 

"The tests don't measure everything," Garish said. 
"Here, why don't you have another berry?" 

I wasn't hungry. 

The men didn't come back.  It grew dark.  The 
others used the small privy and unrolled their 
bedding. 

"Bethune would like to sleep with you tonight," 
Garish told me.  "Just for the comfort." 

"I don't think I could be too much comfort," I told 
Garish. 

"It will be a difficult night," Garish said.   
"You'll need someone to hold.  Bethune, too.  Okay? 
The tens need to stick together."  He motioned 
towards the corner where Sandeep and Salem were 
zipping together their sleeping bags.  He patted me 
on the shoulder.  "It's always done this way.  Go 
to her.  She's waiting." 

Bethune spread out my bedroll.  "We'll just leave 
them loose," she said.  "Mine on top." 

"Because it's lighter?" I said mindlessly. 

"Not really," she said.  And then she smiled.  "In 
case there's something to remember me by."   

She arranged her bedroll on top of mine and then 
slipped under it.  "Time to skin the old rabbit," 
she said, and after a few moments of squirming, her 
clothing appeared, first her chemise, then her 
denims, finally her panties--pale and slim as a 
scratch of moonlight. 

"Take off your things and come in," she said.  "It 
will be fine." 

Tentatively I undressed.  She watched, and when I 
was bare she lifted the cover. I saw the slight 
bobble of her small breasts as she made room for 
me.  Quickly I eased under the cover and next to 
her.  Her arms went around me.  Her skin was cool.   

"There," she said.  "Isn't that better?" 

"I don't understand this," I said. 

Her lips touched mine. The lightest touch. A clip 
of fresh lilies. Neither dry nor moist, but soft, a 
sweet, slow softness, like little clouds brushing 
the moon's bottom.  I drew back an inch, and her 
eyes were open and gleaming, and her smile grew 
big. Little white teeth, bright as moonlight. Then 
she moved too close to see.  She took my bottom lip 
between her teeth, and her tongue fluttered slowly, 
almost surreptitiously until it edged between my 
lips.  I could feel her breath, and then I felt a 
little nip, and suddenly she had my tongue--she'd 
not so much sucked it into her mouth as she'd moved 
her mouth inside mine, and she was sucking my 
tongue, milking it, tonguing it, teasing it with 
spit, dancing juicily around it, and I almost 
couldn't breathe for the pleasure. 

"Bethune," I wanted to whisper when at last she'd 
let me go, but my mouth was numb; all it could do 
was open, and Bethune, on top of me now, took my 
tongue again.  Her sucking grew gradually deeper, 
less playful, and her hands moved to my head, her 
fingers caressed my face, her fingertips worked 
their way into my ears, and  the muffled roar of 
her kiss filled my head.  For a while there was 
nothing else, and then I felt the weight of her 
small body pressing upon me--Bethune's breasts and 
belly rubbing in counterpoint to the kiss. Her skin 
was hot now, hot and slick and slippery, especially 
at her center, and even though it was all around me, 
I needed to get at it, to get at the core of this 
heat, this motion, this lithe, grinding girl.  My 
hands eased down along the slimness of her waist to 
the swell of her bottom; my palms covered   
perfectly the perfect padded curve of her little 
ass. I pulled.  I pulled her hard against me, 
trapping the shaft of my cock to the fleshy notch 
of her sex, to the sweet wet squeeze of her cunt. 

It went on an on, her body lapping against mine, 
her tongue writhing and searching, twisting and 
taking, and then suddenly she swiveled. In an 
instant my cock found itself in her mouth and my 
tongue was lapping her slit. Sex syrup surged, 
waves of froth, washes of it welling up, 
then her hole opened and in I went, through the 
snug slipperiness, deeper and deeper, while her 
thighs pressed my face and pummeled my ears, her 
mound pushed and pumped against my chin, her throat 
locked upon my prick, and one sly finger swooned 
inside my asshole. 

                   << orgasm>> 

It lasted and lasted.  Our final swivel was slow, a 
sluggish, sated turn, and then again we lay side by 
side, Bethune and I, a slip of seed leaking from 
the corner of her smile, my face slathered with the 
heady wine of her gush, goodness seeping across our 
skin, our bodies covered and filled and overflowing 
with well-being.  She twitched, a final hiccupy 
prick of pleasure, squeezed shut her eyes, and moaned, 
a laast wan snarl of a moan which stretched and shifted 
into something more like a sigh, something low and 
smooth and quietly thrilling. Her eyes opened. 
They gleamed in the dark. Her lips parted. 
I thought she might speak. Instead she brushed 
my lips with hers, a quick peck of a kiss, and her 
hand crept calmly to my cock and rested there.  I 
held her. I nuzzled her. I listened to her 
breathing as it slowed, as it blended with the 
night.  "Bethune," I whispered. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow 
if it's you they pick, I'll take your place. I'll 
figure out a way, I promise."  No answer.  The compound 
was dead quiet. 


I awoke with Bethune's nipple in my mouth. It was 
like that raspberry of yesterday but sweeter in its 
way, delicately pebbled, fleshily firm, and growing 
firmer against the soft scrape of my tongue.  I 
suckled slowly while Bethune's fingers toyed with 
the tip of my penis. Dawn's first glow crossed 
the compound. Garish stood over us. 

"You two," he said.   

Bethune blushed and ducked under me. 

"Time to get up," Garish said.  "Time to get 
moving.  The next outpost is an all-day hike." 

"What about ...?" I said. "What about Sanjay? The 
list?" 

"Do you want his caftan?" Garish said. "It's in pretty 
good shape, all things considered. Just the belt is 
missing." 

"I don't ... I didn't...." 

"Get dressed," Bethune commanded me.  She'd already 
slipped on her panties and chemise and was pulling 
up her levis.  "Isn't Garish the best big brother?" 


END 

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