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Subject: {ASSM} Alan, Chapter 18
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Karick and Swindon-Smythe sat in the small office and waited for their
boss to arrive.  As the newest employees of the Cyaxares corporation
they were unsure of what their jobs would entail.  Both put their
coffee cups down as they heard the outside door of the suite open, and
stood when Alan and Mr. Wilkins entered.  Alan gestured for them to
sit, and they did.

Karick figured his job would be primarily concerned with security; he
was, after all, a former intelligence agent.  Swindon-Smythe was less
sure.  The last month had been rough on him, mostly imprisoned in the
secure office two doors down from Wilkins's own space.  The new office
was just a few floors down from his former jail, in the same building
in midtown Manhattan, almost all the way east, near the United
Nations.  Three or four evenings a week, as his end of the semester
schedule allowed, Alan had come to question him, and though he did not
want to betray any of the secrets of his former employer, Lord
Thornbow, all of the confidences came pouring out of him in a torrent
of candor; he knew why he was unable to hold back, and it softened the
blow.

Karick had approached Alan, at home in Westchester, two days after
Christmas.  He had watched Mr. and Mrs. Marshall leave the house, all
dressed up for a night out, and then knocked on the door.  Alan had
answered, and they stared at each other for more than a few seconds,
and something weird happened inside Karick's mind, something he didn't
quite understand even now, two weeks later.  All of the details of his
operation against the boy came spilling out of him as they sat in the
den of the Marshall house.  In the end Karick was worried that Alan
was going to have him eliminated, but these fears turned out to be
groundless; instead an offer of employment was proffered and promptly
accepted.  Alan gave him two weeks of leave to gather up his wife and
daughter, and with the new identities provided by Mr. Wilkins,
relocate them out of harm's way; as Karick sat in his new office
across a table from his boss and his boss's lawyer the tan he had
acquired in Australia where he got his family settled, was only just
starting to fade.  He felt fit and alive, a stark change from the past
year which had mostly been spend sitting in cars and offices on stake
outs, first watching Jean-Pierre Massimo, and then Alan.

Alan had breezed through his exams and papers; his power allowed
inhuman bouts of concentration coupled with the ability to eschew
sleep as was his will.  He spent a minimum of two hours of each day
honing his mental abilities, and slept only every other day for three
hours, with short naps after exercising his mind powers.  He began
with a process he called memory mining, for lack of a better term. 
Until then he had mostly limited himself to using the powers of
Paishiya'uvada to compel people to do his biding; he got information
from his subject by compelling them to speak to him truthfully.  Now,
with barely an effort after hours of tiring practice he could actually
dig into people's minds, finding all he needed within them, and
without their needing to be questioned.  All of his other free hours
had been dedicated to plowing through Massimo's notes.  He also
practiced planting false memories into others, but for some reason
found that more difficult.

When Karick had returned from Down Under two evenings earlier Alan had
spent a good deal of time inside his head with his new skill;
Swindon-Smythe had been "mined" previously, and what he had learned
from his, coupled with what had come out in the interrogation sessions
had at once chilled him and reassured him.  Thornbow, though very
knowledgeable about the Seeds of Paishiya'uvada and the Orbis Tertius,
possessed far far less than what was contained in Massimo's files.

The meeting went quickly; Karick indeed was put in charge of security,
primarily Alan's personal security, and Swindon-Smythe was assigned
the task of retrieving the rest of Jean-Pierre's research, scattered
as it were across the globe in four locations.  Alan left the details
to be spelled out by Wilkins, who in addition to his lawyerly duties
was now the CEO of Cyaxares LLC, ostensibly an international
consulting company dealing in all things concerning archeological;
Alan was the president of the company, but the lawyer was going to do
most of the work.

The company did in fact have a number of fairly lucrative contracts
with various Middle Eastern and Central Asian countries, most
prominently with the government of Israel, and had a staff of fifty or
so antiquarians and researchers, based out of an office in Rome,
though they spent most of their time in the field.  The head of
operations, a former university professor named Bernard Lawson, had
flown in the week before to meet Alan and Wilkins to update them on
the current status of the company's projects and contracts.  Alan had
been impressed, Lawson had agreed to the contract extension he and
Wilkins offered him.

Karick began assembling a team to keep Alan from being kidnapped
again, and another to begin surveillance on Thornbow.  Alan had
insisted, and Karick had agreed (though it made the task more
difficult) that Alan's security be as unobtrusive as possible.  He
wanted guards, he just didn't want to see them.  He also agreed to
have a miniscule transponder to be implanted subdermally, so that if
he ever was taken again the security would be able to track him
electronically, and he had a panic button installed on his cell phone.

By the end of the week Swindon-Smythe was ready to leave.  His
appearance was altered by Alan.  Formerly he was a slight man of
average height, dark brown hair and brown eyes.  Now he stood six feet
even, light blue eyes, light brown hair, and a broad beefy frame. 
Wilkins arranged for papers in his new name, Harry Medford; his flight
to Lisbon left Saturday morning.  A town car picked him up from his
corporate apartment.  Alan expected him back in a month, for after
Portugal he was headed to Damascus, then to Singapore, and finally to
San Francisco; in each city the arrangements would take a week or
longer to deal with; his orders were to contract with bonded couriers
to fly from New York and meet him in each city once he had retrieved
his bundle, and customs officials had to be bribed.
* * *
 
Kate was looking forward to going back to school.  It wasn't that she
disliked being home, but the freedom of college living agreed with
her.  It was somewhat startling that first night home when her parents
asked her where she was going as she was preparing to leave after
dinner.  She was just so used to coming and going as she pleased
without informing them; she didn't resent it, and in fact her
relationship with her folks had never been better, a combination of
the two of them seeing her as an adult now that she was an
undergraduate, and Kate's own regimen of self-improvement.  She kept
up with her volunteer work, and was in general far more nice to people
then she was before, less inclined to judge people by their social
standing and popularity.

This "new" Kate was working for her, and she had far more friends then
she used to have, and the quality of her friendships was much better
than in the past.  Take Scarlet, example; the "old" Kate would have
barely tolerated her as a roommate, to say nothing of a friend.  OK,
she was a nice enough person to be sure, but she didn't dress as
fashionably as girls she used to pick as friends--she wasn't as cool.

But she liked her.  A lot.  Maybe too much. Especially since Scarlet's
revelation that she was bisexual and confining her partners to other
women for the duration of her college years.

The dreams were getting to her.  Every so often Kate had wildly erotic
dreams about being with other women sexually.  The first was the night
after Scarlet told her that she was a Lesbian Until Graduation.  So
potent were these dreams that whenever she had them she awoke to
drenched bedclothes and sheets.  Each time she was jerked out of her
slumber by these powerful fantasies she had to masturbate, further
wetting herself with vaginal secretions.  She had asked Scarlet what
she should get her for Christmas, and her roommate had asked her to
consider girl-girl sex.  They laughed, Kate nervously, Scarlet
jokingly, but Kate was indeed considering it.  She had, since last
March, always used Alan as her jerk off fantasy, but more and more the
thoughts of sex between her and Scarlet, or her and other attractive
girls she knew, were intruding .  Sometimes they even popped into her
mind when she was having sex with Alan, especially when he went down
on her.

Now, with just three days remaining before the dorms reopened on
Monday, she was almost going out of her mind with anxiety.  It was
becoming harder and harder for to deny the fact that she was attracted
to girls, and the conflict brewing within her soul was almost
sickening.  It was early evening, and she was waiting to hear from
Alan.  His parents were leaving for a long weekend in Caribbean and
she was going to drive over after they left for the airport.

"You're biting your nails again, sis," Pauline called over from the
other side of the Van Devanter's living room.  "Anything the matter?"
her sister asked, putting down the paper.

Kate ceased and desisted from chewing a cuticle, and look over at
Pauline.  She was dressed up for a date with her new boyfriend, Brian
Lacy, waiting for him to pick her up.

"Nah, s'nuthin.  I'm OK."

"Good," her sister responded, punctuating this with a warm smile.

"Thanks for asking.  So how are things with you and Brian going?"

"Really good.  He's such a gentleman, maybe too much of a gentleman."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know.  He's very nervous around me, around girls in general. 
He might be a really handsome guy, and a jock n'all, but he could
barely work up the nerve to hold my hand at the movie on our first
date.  I'm loosening him up though," she added with a giggle.

Kate giggled too. "How loose?"

"Well," Pauline laughed, "last week at the movies he managed to put
his arm around me, but he did recoil when I put his hand on my boob."

"Maybe he's gay," Kate joked.

"No, I'm pretty sure he's not.  After awhile he did put his hand back,
plus he's a real good kisser.  It's kind of a nice change, you know,
being the assertive one, you know after Alan.  God, Alan was so
commanding.  I gave him my virginity before I even knew what was
hap--"

"You what!" Kate shrieked bemusedly, knowing that Alan had fucked her.

"Oops!  Little too much information there, huh, sis?  Oh well, wasn't
a secret or anything, just don't tell mom or dad."

"So how was he, Alan, I mean," Kate asked, her high level of interest
shining across her face.

"Unbelievable," Pauline sighed, not knowing that Kate was one person
who really could believe it.  Pauline was lost on her reverie for a
few seconds, broken only by the sound of the doorbell ringing and
Conchita letting Brian inside.  "If I can't bring Brian along soon I
might just give Alan a call.  I'm kidding, of course, I'd never do
that to Brian, but the thought is very tempting."  She exited to the
giggling all around.

Kate sat around for most of another hour waiting for Alan to call,
reading the latest New Yorker.  She was going to give that guy a piece
of her mind.  The nerve! Stealing the innocence of her underage
sister!

* * *

When she pulled into the Marshall's driveway Alan was waiting there,
and before she could cut the engine and get out of the car he opened
the passenger door and slipped in next to her.

"Where are we going?"

"Video store and take-out.  OK?"

"Sure," she said, a small smile on her lips.  "What do you want for
take-out, pizza or Chinese?" she asked when she stopped at the stop
sign before the turn onto Westervelt Road.

"In the mood for some Thai?  There's that new little place on State
Street that I've been wanting to try."

In response she punched him in the arm.

"What he hell was that for?" he asked, grinning, The blow not being 
very hard.  "OK, OK, no Thai.  Pizza?"

"Thai is fine," she mock-snarled.  "That was for Pauline.  She sorta
let it slip before that you took her virginity, and I had to pretend I
didn't know."

"Oh.  That.  It was last spring. Does it bother you?  I didn't hurt
her."

Kate paused before answering, biting her lip.  "No, not really.  I
mean, she was your girlfriend and all.  I mean when I slept with you I
actually had a boyfriend, and I never thought what we did was wrong. 
Well, I did at the beginning, but that soon passed," she chuckled. 
"She said you were unbelievably good, and I held my tongue at that.  I
know how good you are."

"You're giving me a swelled head!"

They got a movie first, and then to the Thai place where they got
green curry with chicken,  pad thai, and sticky jasmine rice.  Back at
his house Kate unpacked the bags while Alan was in the kitchen
retrieving dishes, flatware, soft drinks, and glasses.  They started
the movie and sat in the den, eating off the coffee table.  When the
food was consumed they paused the tape and did the dishes together. 
When they went back to the couch Kate curled up in his arms.

"So how was she?  Pauline, I mean.  We, uh, never really talked about
it before," she asked as the end credits rolled up the television.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked suspiciously

"Yeah.  I promise, it wont bother me."

Alan took his time in framing his response.  "Uh, different that you."

"Good answer.  Very," she paused searching out the right word,
"Diplomatic."

He laughed. "I'll show you `diplomatic,' lassie," he bellowed as he
grabbed her and pushed her off the couch and then chased her up to his
bedroom, Kate cackling all the way.  She stopped short at the entrance
and Alan crashed into her, sending the pair of them crashing through
the doorway and tumbling over onto the carpeting.  Alan picked her up
and stood, throwing her onto the bed, and she loosed a giddy scream. 
Almost instantly he was on top of her, caressing her body through her
clothes, his lips plastered to hers.  The made out for a while, and
then Alan rolled onto his back while the two of them caught their
breath.

"What are you in the mood for tonight?"

"Surprise me," she said looking into his eyes, her own twinkling.

"Wait here," he said after a short kiss and then got off the bed and
went over to the closet, and Kate slipped out of her clothes.  He
pulled a small bag from the closet and carried to his bed stand.  The
first thing he pulled out was her old butt plug, a device Kate hadn't
seen in months, since high school. She giggled, but her arousal
increased just by looking at it.  Not asking her permission to insert
it he gave her a light smack on her thigh, and she rolled over
dutifully.  He slowly pushed it up her hairless pussy, hearing a
throaty moan in response.  Once it was sufficiently lubricated he
worked it up her tightest passage, and she couldn't help but to pant
and purr.

"Feels so good, Alan.  Yesssssss."

"What did you call me?"

"Master," she quickly corrected.  "Feels so good, Master."  He
couldn't see her face because she was facing away and face down, but
she was lit up like Shea Stadium for a night game.

He gave her a playful swat on her rear and ordered her to turn over
and put he hands up over her head.  Before she knew what was happening
each of her wrists was attached to separate restraints which Alan then
tied to the headboard with a length of cord.

"Hmmm.  This is new, Master.  I think I'm gonna like this," she
whispered.

"I'm sure you will," he shot back, slowly drawing his fingers across
her moistening pussy, eliciting a soft groan.  Alan laid down on the
bed, his mouth inches from Kate's wet cleft.  The sensation of his
warm breath against her nether lips was insanely maddening to her, the
teasing of the act almost unbearable.  Her pinks nipples firmed up,
the rings shining in the soft lighting of his bedroom.

"Please," she whined.  "Lick me, please."

"'Lick me please, Master,'" he reminded her, tapping lightly on the
protruding end of her butt plug to emphasize his point.

"Yes," she gasped.  "Maaaaasterrrrr."  Her entire body began to heave
as best it could in the bonds as Alan stuck his tongue in her, tracing
light patterns over her labia, but exasperatingly he was avoiding her
hot clit for the most part.  To make matters worse for her, just as
she was about to reach her peak he stopped and withdrew his head from
between her thighs.

"Hmmm," he said languidly as he inserted one of his fingers halfway up
her tight pussy before using it to slowly stir her juices around.  "I
wonder."

"Wonder what? Master," she managed to say through her panting and
gasping.  So close! So very close!

"Well, you seem to like it when I play with your pussy, don't you,
slave?  When I lick it."  Kate nodded vigorously.

"I wonder," he repeated, trailing off.

"Ah ah ah. W-wonder what, M-master?"

"When I was eating you, what were you thinking about?  Who were you
thinking about?"

Kate flushed, redness spreading all over her face and chest.  He knew!
 How the fuck did he know?  As Alan licked and played with her just
now she wasn't thinking about him, but rather Scarlet.  The shame of
the idea of being with her bi roommate was furthering her arousal, and
somehow Alan sensed this.  Son of a bitch.  "What are you talking
about, Alan, I mean Master?"

"You were thinking of Scarlet, weren't ya?"

"No," she gasped.  Alan had increased the rhythm of his manipulations
upon saying Scarlet's name, and she realized that her lie was
pathetic.

"Admit it," he cajoled, adding another finger to her soupy channel,
and Kate groaned in response, afraid to speak lest she spill the
beans.  "Come on, say it.  You think about Scarlet easting your pussy
when I go down on you."

"Noooooo," she moaned, and Alan slowed his fingering.

"Say it, and I'll let you come, slave."

"P-p-please, please let me come," Kate gasped.

"Admit it, slave, you fantasize about being with Scarlet.  It makes
you wet."

Kate's eyes shot open, thinking about all the soaked sheets and
panties she had washed in the last month.  An orgasm of epic
proportions was building within her, and she shook her head from side
to side in an attempt to deny what Alan was suggesting.  Droplets of
sweat flew off the ends of her hair, spraying about his bedroom, but
her mouth gave in at last.  "Yesssss, Scarlet," she screamed, her body
racked with tremors.  Juice spurted from her folds, drenching Alan's
hand as she shook and trembled in orgasm.  Her thighs clamped
together, trapping his hand in her hot pussy while she cried in
release.  The shakes finally passed and Alan extricated his hand from
her pussy, and had positioned himself next to her on the bed, gently
kissing her face, licking the drool of from around her lips.

"Feel better?"

She nodded.

"The truth always feels better, doesn't it?"

She nodded again, looking down across her body in the process.  Her
thighs were glistening with her girl-come, gleaming from her pussy
straight down past her knees.  It already began to feel sticky down
there, and she would have liked a shower, or, at the very least, the
opportunity to wipe herself down with a towel, but she was still tied
to the headboard, and thought better of asking Alan--tonight, her
Master--for the chance to clean up.  She let out a satisfied sigh and
looked at his face.

"How, how did you know?" she asked, her embarrassment written across
her once-again blushing face.

"When the subject is `What turns on Katie Van Devanter' I consider
myself an expert," he retorted with a laugh, and she laughed with him.

"Yeah, you push my buttons like no one can."

"So, are you going to?" he asked a little while later, breaking off a
hot and heavy kissing session.

"Am I going to, what?  Master."

"Scarlet," he said, grinning slightly.

"Are Scarlet and I going to, uh, do it?  Is that what you're asking,
Master."

"'Do it?'" he repeated back to her, his gaze level and slightly
intimidating.

"Uh, make love?"  She could tell by his expression that this wasn't
the phrase he was wanting to hear.

"Fuck.  Are you and Scarlet going to fuck?"

"I, uh, I will if you, like want me to, Master."

"No, Kate, no.  No taking the easy way out here.  I know it's easier
for you to do things if I order you to, or if you can rationalize that
way, but it's me, Alan, asking you, Kate, if you plan on having a
sexual encounter, if you plan to fuck Scarlet. Forget `Master.'"

Kate bit her lip, her mind racing a mile a minute.  As she spoke her
lips began to tremble, and her answer came in the barest if whispers. 
"I want to. I want to f-fuck Scarlet.  I want her to eat me out.  To
eat my pussy, and to eat hers."

Alan wiped a small tear from the corner of her eye, but that was the
full extent of her crying; had had expected more.  "OK," he whispered
back soothingly, and held her around her torso, kissing her
upward-extending bound arms softly until she was still again.  He
touched her face and she inhaled sharply.  "Now back to the fun, my
little horny slave."

"Yes, Master, yes," Kate exclaimed as he got on top of her and pushed
his cock into her sopping wet snatch.  She came in less than a minute,
her pussy walls clenching down on his hot shaft, more and more girl
juice squirting out of her pussy and around his dick, soaking both of
them where they were joined.  Alan dropped his head down to her pink
nipples and sucked on them, toying with the gold rings with the end of
his tongue, and this set her off again, her mind awash with the
sensations of the moment and the anticipation of what waited for her
back in the dorm when she and her roommate returned from break on
Monday.  "Coming, Master, coming again, OH GOD YES!" she growled as
his fucking took her on that magic ride to ecstasy again and again,
her body convulsing in release every few minutes until her stamina
failed her and she could only quiver and moan as Alan continued to
screw her.  Her last feeling before passing out was a monster of an
orgasm she experienced simultaneous to shooting his come into her wet
passage.  She awoke a while later, her arms released, cuddled up with
Alan spooning behind her, his crotch wedged into her so that he was
putting a small amount of pressure on the protruding end of her butt
plug, and she ground her ass back into him, enjoying the sensation of
fullness in her bottom.  She knew he had awakened when she felt him
start to play with her nipple rings.

"I'm gonna call my parents and let them know I wont be home until
morning, OK?" she asked, and he agreed.

Clicking off her cell phone she got back into bed and snuggled up to
him, and he spooned her as before.  His hands on her breasts were
extremely arousing to her, and it was a small struggle to make
conversation.

"I wonder what it'll be like, uh, fucking Scarlet."

"You'll never know if you don't try."

"Sometimes I think I'm a pervert," she sighed.

"Oh, and what does that make me?  Hmm?" he said, pinching her nipples
until they hardened under his fingers.

"Boys are," she paused, thinking this through. "Guys are different. 
Your fantasies are supposed to be, well, uh, more, uh," she couldn't
articulate what she was trying to say.  "What bugs the shit out of me
is that I like it so much.  When we went back to the Master/slave
thing I really liked it!  I was so wet just thinking about the plug,
and following your orders, and I loved it, but a small part of me
thinks that its wrong.  And the worst part is, I'd do it all again at
the drop of a hat.  Scarlet even picked up on it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it was kind of funny, see.  The day she told me about being a
lesbian--I mean bi-- she said she thought I wouldn't get too upset by
it, and I asked her why and she said any girl with nipple rings and a
shaved vagina is kinky to begin with, so a little lesbianism wouldn't
too much to deal with.  SHE KNEW!"  Kate sighed before going on, "Am I
kinky?"

"Everybody's kinky, in their own way.  Don't worry so much.  You don't
want to be my slave, always, do you?  I mean, you like college and
making friends, right?"

"Right."

"And if I asked you to give up everything in your life to serve me
forever as my twenty-four hour a day full-time slave, all thoughts
centered around me, you'd turn that down, right?"

"Hah!  But I know you would never ask me to do something like that! 
You're a nice guy, and nice guys don't pull shit like that, tempting
as that offer might be."

"So you'd think about it, huh?"

She giggled and reached up, pressing her palm against his forehead,
pushing him slightly away.  "No!" she laughed, "As much as I like you,
and like being your occasional slave, no."

"Good," he breathed, hugging her tighter. "You're just a slight
submissive personality.  You want this sometimes, but not at the
expense of a `regular life,' right?"

"Yeah.  It's amazing.  I never knew before you showed me that day back
in high school, in the newspaper office.  And now, I've been having
these dreams, dreams about other women, sexual dreams, and not just
about Scarlet."

"Who else?"

"Mostly about Mrs. Hall.  About that morning in her office, remember?"

"I remember."

"And someone else, a Mistress.  Fuck, I'm so fucking kinky."

"Profane, perhaps, but not so kinky."

"I know," she said sheepishly.

"Does it feel good?  When we `play' together?"

"Uh huh."

"Is it hurting anybody?"

"Nuh uh."

"Are you living your life as you like living it?  Do you like school,
friends, your volunteer work, all that?"

"Yeah?"

"And sometimes, once in a while, you like having your cute little tush
filled with a plug, and you like calling me `Master,' and you like
obeying my commands.  And now you're thinking about having sex with
other females, just to see if you like it, to see if the experience
matches your fantasies.  Have I summarized the situation correctly?"
he asked jovially.

"That's about it, yeah."

"You're a healthy young woman, with a health sexual appetite, and a
healthy dose of sexual curiosity.  You just finished your first
semester at one of the best colleges in the country, and you got a
4.0.  You have a sister that loves you, parents who adore you, a group
of runaway teenage girls who think you walk on water because you take
an afternoon a week to spend time with them and help them.  You have
me, and I think you're the bomb, one of the best people I know.  You
have a roommate who wants to jump your bones.  Life is good for you,
Kate.  You know this."

She was crying silently.  "I know.  Sometimes my mind just spins out
of control.  The therapist I was last year wanted to put me on some
kind of anxiety pill, and I turned him down, but you put stuff in such
good perspective.  You're better than any pill," she sniffled and
rubbed her body into hers.  "I feel like such an asshole.  There are
people out there with real problems, and I'm just some whiny
trust-fund girl with a slightly confused sexual identity.  Fuck me all
to hell!"

"Everybody's got problems," he assured her.  She sniffled in response.
 Alan held her, lightly caressing the parts of her body available in
their position, and she calmed.

"Yeah, and my problems are smaller than most.  Thanks for showing me
that, I mean it."

"Glad to be of help, slave."

"Ooh! Playtime again, Master?"

"You betcha, toots."

She rolled over to face him and pushed him onto his back then shimmied
down his body until his hardening manhood was level with her mouth. 
He groaned as she took him between her lips, and he sucked in his
breath as she swallowed him to his root.

"Oh yeah, baby, a nice healthy blowjob," he moaned as she bobbed up
and down on his straining erection, and she chuckled around his cock
at the word "healthy."  Kate looked up into his eyes, staring at him,
daring him to look away, and he was somehow unable.  Her eyes were
piercing as her black hair bounced to and fro to the rhythm of her
fellatio, and he was transfixed by her beauty.  Only when he shot his
load into her sucking mouth was he able to close his eyes, and that
was because of reflex.

Amazingly, to Kate, he stayed hard, and she squealed when he reached
down and gave her a light spank on her pretty ass.  She got the
message and rolled onto her hands and knees.  Alan teased her, slowly
withdrawing, and then reinserting the butt plug until she was panting
and mewling in arousal.

"Please!" she gasped, and he did not disappoint, at last pulling the
toy from her ass and replacing it with his cock before the aperture
closed all the way.  She screamed upon its entry, not in pain--for her
ass was well used to taking his length--but rather in excitement.  So
wrong this all was, taking Alan in her butt, but it felt so good, so
right, like he said, healthy.  Kinky, too.

It was healthy to explore her sexuality this way, not to mention
satisfying.  And now he was reaching around her crotch, his hand
diddling her soaked pussy, bring forth manic yelps as his fingertips
made contact with her oily clit.  The shudders came without warning,
presaging an orgasm of almost excruciating power.

"Y-yes!  Fuck me!  F-fuck my tight little whore slut ass, Master!  I'm
I'm COMING!  COME WITH ME.  Fuck yourself into my slutty ass, MASTER!"

As they reached orgasm together Kate screamed unintelligibly and was
no longer able to support her body's weight with her arms, collapsing
to the mattress, causing his still spurting dick to spray semen across
her back. It pooled in the small of her back, and with her last bit of
strength she reached behind herself and scooped some into her hand,
then began drowsily licking it off.  She fell asleep with her thumb in
her mouth.

* * *

Alan turned of the lights after tucking Kate under his covers,
showered and went to the basement.  He needed little sleep so he
decided to devote a few hours to training.  From the documents he had
studied from Jack's CD-ROMs he had written up a preliminary exercise
schedule based on a long document, Jack's "Seed Journal," Massimo's
catalog of his use of his powers, a very handy document, Alan had
found.  Tonight he was concentrating on TK, the movement of objects
with his mind.  This had been one of the fist powers Alan had
experiment with after receiving the Seed of Hyrcanus last spring, but
after reading the "Seed Journal" Alan had seen how rudimentary and
clumsy those efforts had been.

When he noticed the sun breaking through the windows he went back
upstairs and settled down next to the worn out body of Kate.  He found
himself fatigued after his training sessions, and though he usually
required only a few minutes of rest to recuperate, he drifted off to
his first real sleep in a few days.  He needed it, he realized.  Even
Vessels need to recharge.

Next Chapter: Kate's (new) first; reports from the field.

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