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Subject: {ASSM} R and R 06 {Thinking Horndog} (M+F M+f Ff FF M+M rape nc oral anal ScFi)
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: R and R
Part: 6 of 6
Universe: R and R
Summary: A mercenary unit sets down on a backwater planet for a little
entertainment.

Keywords: M+F M+f Ff FF M+M rape nc oral anal ScFi

Chapter 6

	The Delaga was back on station.  Blackie Baluk stalked the bridge,
sipping coffee.  "Where in entropy is Leegates?"

	"He's with Sparks and Tesh in the CC," Lt Glip replied.

	"I'm headed there -- you have the bridge."  Blackie stepped through
the hatch.

	Glip got on the comm, "Skipper's coming!"

	"Thanks, Boss," Sparks replied.  Turning to Lee, he asked, "What's
wrong?"

	"You call that a logic circuit?"  A diagram displayed on the screen in
three dimensions.

	"Yeah, it's an incremental decimal NAND gate."

	"A WHAT?  Computers think in binary!"

	"Well, yeah, so we augmented the circuitry to translate..."

	"And made them thirty-three times more complex...  Jeezus!  Ever think
of translating the data, afterwards?" Lee shook his head.

	"This translates it in process!" Sparks ranted.

	"Yeah, a thousand fucking times, instead of once!  And what's this
incremental shit?"

	"It's designed to assess probability..."

	"Why?"

	"Ummm, to make it more efficient?" Sparks was tentative.

	"Yeah, right!  More like to try to tackle errors generated by cross-
talk from this mess!" Lee, retorted derisively.  He was still shaking his head
sorrowfully when Blackie hit the hatch.

	"What's wrong?" Blackie asked.

	"That's the most unnecessarily complex mess I ever saw!" Lee ranted.

	"Let's get down to fabrication, and see what we can do with your
stuff," Sparks suggested.


	Ten DPs later, Sparks looked up from the new monitors set up in the
sensor area, "Throw the switch, Tesh."

	"Type two sensors are on, in parallel."

	The screens lit.  "Calibrating," Sparks chanted, wielding a
screwdriver.  "Holy shit!"

	"What?" Blackie queried.

	"Sensor resolution is two hundred and fifty percent!" Sparks whooped.
"Enough to see that Imperial cruiser at two light-cents..."

	"Imperial WHAT!" Blackie was out of his seat.  The Delaga didn't carry
weaponry capable of dealing with a cruiser...

	A cent later, the group gathered in CC.  "Can they see us?" Rendec
asked.

	"Nope," Sparks grinned.  "We're 'way out of their sensor range."

	"Can we get out of the way without detection?"

	"Absolutely, but they'll just get past us..."

	"Maybe not," Lee interrupted.  "Teela, want to bring our toy to CC?"

	"Okay, Honey," Teela replied on comm.

	"What HAVE you two been doing besides setting new records for sexual
athletics?" Blackie asked.  Rango had moved out of Teela's cabin; she couldn't
handle the exposure to the pair's sexual romps.

	"We were looking at new ideas in weaponry," Lee replied.

	Teela came through the hatch with a data pad and plugged it into the
wall port.  A picture lit the main screen.  "Looks like a missile pod,"
Blackie grunted, "What's that?"

	"It's an independent guidance unit," Lee replied.  "The pod is small
enough to not be picked up on sensors until well within its operating range,
but until now, we couldn't pack guidance computers with it.  Now we can,
without an appreciable increase in size.  Suppose we leave one of these along
the flight path of our friend here, with a proximity sensor?"

	"Ooooooo, sweet!" Rendec crowed.  "How long to manufacture?"

	"We have a prototype..."

	The Imperial Cruiser never knew what hit them.  The Delaga launched a
boat that laid the missile pod in a trajectory designed to cross its path; LT
Glip's calculations were so good that it drifted to well inside missile range
-- in fact, inside the envelope of the cruiser's countermeasures.  The on-
board control system detected this and waited until the optimum moment,
instead of firing as soon as a solution was available, and the cruiser took
hits from three low-yield clean nukes on no notice.  Rendec directed that the
Delaga close cautiously with the apparently stricken vessel, and readied
boarding parties for a compartment-by compartment fight, but the cruiser was
shattered; only a few half-cooked survivors remained alive.  Rendec got on the
hyperwave to the Confederation, "I need an intel team and somebody to pick up
POWs -- we caught a cruiser with it's pants down!"

	The Confederation liaison went from skeptical to nonplussed as
recorded images proved Rendec serious.  "I'm sending a C3 vessel and a prison
barge," he responded, after checking with superiors, "and I've been authorized
to release full tactical allowances for one hundred DPs to your accounts.
Congratulations!"

	Rendec grinned like a shark.  "We've got a couple of new toys -- keep
your transfer pad open!  I intend to collect those Armag bounties we talked
about!"

	"Give us some marks in the 'wins' column, and we'll be glad to pay
them," the liaison grinned back.

	"I'll get back to you.  Raiders out."  Rendec turned from the console
and slapped Lee on the shoulder, "You've more than earned your keep!  Got any
more toys in mind?  I want a dozen of those things on each of the assault
boats!"

	"I've a couple of other ideas...  It'd help if I had more resources."

	"You'll get 'em.  Blackie, we need to set up a dummy corporation and
make some claims to Dirt, or whatever it is Leegates calls his homeworld."

	"That's 'Earth'," Lee grinned.  "I'm gonna go celebrate."

	"By knocking another piece off Teela?" Rendec chuckled.  "It's a good
thing I carried you as a consultant -- if you were one of the troops, I might
have to take notice..."

	Lee got serious.  "Think about what needs doing, then -- I'd like
being in boots, but I like Teela, too..."  He turned away, and stepped through
the hatch, leaving Rendec looking thoughtful.

	"You'd probably have to make him an officer," Blackie pointed out,
"And you'd probably have to give him to me, despite his combat experience."

	"True, enough," Rendec grunted.  "Get Glip, we need his legal
contacts."  The pair of them pulled in the lieutenant and went into closed-
door session, making plans.


	"Hey," a soft voice sounded behind PSG Hroosh as he strode the
companionway.

	Hroosh looked around, cautiously, but he knew who it was...  Becky
stood there, wearing nothing but a smile -- and an impish, hot-eyed one at
that!  "Becky!"

	"Want to play?  I could use a little of Papa Hroosh..."

	How did one so young contrive to look so sultry?  Hroosh had a
weakness for young stuff, and Becky was as young as it got -- maybe younger!
She'd started a pair of surprisingly robust titties in the past few weeks --
Hroosh was SURE they'd been augmented, but the Medical Officer denied it
vehemently -- and a thin patch of red sprigs at her crotch.  Hroosh ALMOST
preferred her flat-chested and bald-pussied, but he was seriously hooked...
"Baby, I don't have a credit left to my name!  You've sucked me dry!"

	Becky merely smiled and her eyes flashed, and Hroosh realized the pun.
She HAD sucked him dry, on a number of occasions in the past thirty DPs -- but
that was before the pair of them discovered that she could orgasm from anal
sex!  Hroosh had gone straight to Heaven, and his credit balance had shot to
nearly zero, despite the fact that Becky offered him what was a cut rate for
NORMAL sex with a woman twice her age!  Hroosh was in serious lust, but he was
ALSO broke...  "Well, maybe I'll put this one on account," she simpered.

	"I can't right now, Hon, but I'd sure like to, later -- I'm on watch.
I'll pass the word in First and Second, if you like..."  Entropy, he hated to
share, but...

	"Okay," Becky pouted.  "Maybe Doramus is free..."  Doramus had sampled
both her mouth and her ass -- but he made no bones of the fact that he wanted
to be the one who took Becky's cherry -- and he was willing to drop a hefty
credit balance to do it!

	"Well, don't give him THAT yet, Honey."  Hroosh was well aware of
this, and had basically resigned himself to it.  Besides, Dor was okay...  But
Becky wasn't QUITE ready yet; only she and the Med Officer knew EXACTLY how
close she was -- one look said the day was coming, but...

	Actually, Becky had been worried that first few days on the Delaga;
the troops had been wary of all four of the Earth women, and her in
particular.  Becky had blackmailed the Med Officer into accelerating things
just a bit by offering him the one coin she had available -- her anal cherry.
The bots he injected pushed things forward about a year over ten days or so,
and had the side-effect of making her insatiably horny.  Slowly, one by one, a
dozen troopers fell sway to her various charms; Becky, at this point, handled
three to four 'steadys' a day, with a new customer knocking every day or so.
New customers paid full rate, which was considerable considering her age and
appetites, but she took it easy on regulars.  Hroosh was a special case,
though -- he made her feel loved and wanted, and she'd have moved in with him
if it were possible, despite the fact that she estimated his age to be three
times hers (it was more like four...).

	Becky was the slowest of the four to catch on, largely because the
troops had some sense of decency.  Val let it out early that she enjoyed her
group sex, and would give a group rate -- that brought whole squads in like
gangbusters.  In the first 15 DPs, she had half the company, and a certain
percentage of the Delaga's crew.  There were few complaints, either -- Val had
three holes, and while she preferred to use only two at a time, a half-dozen
troops was a fun afternoon.  Singleton sex was something she did, but less
often and with more discernment in the way of partners -- Rendec, for
instance.  Val went to him -- not vice versa -- every few DPs, apparently in
an effort to weave a spell around him.  Rendec wasn't complaining -- Val was
one hot lay, and she was succeeding much more thoroughly than he ever let on.
The challenge always seemed to be whether she could make him forget duty --
and she succeeded more often than not.

	Nayla was a shadow -- slowly, quietly, she collected the crew first,
starting with the medics and moving on to others.  Physical beauty had nothing
to do with it; she was half Gaia and half fertility goddess.  Her quarters
were always cool and dim and seldom unoccupied -- and she seldom slept alone;
LT Glip and Sprik rotated the honor of cuddling up to her to sleep, unhappy
when she quietly announced that another would be granted a night.  Sex with
Nayla was as soft and gentle and intimate as sex with Val was sharp and jazzy;
the pair were perfect compliments.

	Dolf started courting Nayla almost immediately, once the word got out;
the others just weren't designed to accommodate him comfortably.  On the flip
side was the issue of their initial meeting, which Nayla remembered clearly
and Dolf had a requirement to live down.  Dolf spent a large amount of his
free time for the Galactic equivalent of three months letting Nayla know he
was sorry and making certain she wanted for nothing, but even then, when she
finally softly acceded to a `date', the initial encounter consisted of
fellatio while Nayla rode Dolf's tongue and one of his thick fingers to orgasm
- and he paid full rate.  Eventually, however, Dolf managed to insert himself
into Nayla's nightly rotation, and things settled down on that front.

	Anna had some basic problems that the Medical Officer couldn't cure,
but a comm implant with sensory augmentation drew connections that had never
been there before.  Bots made corrections to her palate and her jaw, which
improved the lines of her face, but she remained plain -- more serious
adjustments were certainly possible, but for the moment she was limited to
what Nature intended.

	Nonetheless, communications skills made her vivacious, and she had a
fully-developed but fresh, young woman's body.  Things were quiet for the
first couple of days, but Sabac came to visit -- and stayed.  It started out
social, but she looked a lot better, and a lot happier, and talked a blue
streak.  The next thing he knew, they were in her bunk and she was rising and
falling on his erection, grinning from ear to ear and offering a running
commentary on the quality of the act at the top of her voice:  "Oh, God!
That's SOOO good!  Is it good like this all the time, or is it just you?
Ooohhh, it's just wonderful!  Can I lean forward a bit?  My clit itches SOOO
bad!  Ohhhh!!! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!!!"  Anna threw her head back and wailed
like a banshee; Sabac was drawn into her orgasm, and when he surfaced, a half
dozen troopers were sticking their heads through the door, wanting to know
what the fuck was going on.  Soon after that, one of them wandered in "to see
what all the noise was about", followed by another, and another -- and every
noisy encounter, (Anna could NOT be made to be silent), brought another
curious trooper or two.  In a few days, happy noises erupted from Anna's
quarters day and night -- if there was a mainstream hooker in the group, it
was Anna, although her main driver seemed to be to enjoy as many men as
possible.  Val had to take her aside and remind her of the commercial aspects,
and Rendec went on comm to shame early customers into paying up.  It took
about a hundred DPs before the first flush was over and Anna started pacing
herself -- but she was still loud and high-capacity -- except during Sabac's
night cycle.  It took a while, but he gave up fighting it; the woman was
absolutely impossible to be rid of -- as if he really wanted to...


	Time went by.  A couple of mistakes in Rendec's tactics for the raid
surfaced, to wit:  Bots repaired everything, including fertility -- defeating
birth control.  Nine women became pregnant from the raid, including one who
had been declared clinically sterile from endometriosis.  Gerald "Pop" Warren
got an anonymous note when after three months he'd failed to find the bar of
100% pure gold he'd hidden under the coolers in his concession stand, but that
only brought new problems when he discovered he had to figure out how to vend
it in a way that was both untraceable and would obtain full value for himself,
his wife, and his employee Ed Waite.  When his attempts to discover a method
on the Internet got him a telephoned offer from a too-helpful fellow at the
marina who offered to take him to Mexico "for a small fee", he decided that
the government was watching and left the thing totally alone.  Lee Gates shook
his head and went to work on another method of compensation.  Eventually, Pop
and Ed were winners of a lottery game that didn't really exist...

	The Delaga made several return trips in the next Earth year and a
half, between patrols and actions in their own sector and the one they
inherited from the Armag.  They made several low-profile drops for supplies
and information, collecting the wherewithal for Lee's improved weaponry.
Those improvements allowed ambushes of support ships for all three of the
detected Imperial bases in the Armag sector, catching them on the outbound leg
and rendering the Imperial bases without support and vulnerable to ground
attack by forces with superior tactical intelligence and firepower.  They also
facilitated discovery of a heretofore hidden Imperial forward re-supply point,
which Rendec took over, collecting six resupply vessels before the Imperials
realized that it had been compromised.  The Confederation, more than pleased
with the Raiders' efforts, paid them in full with bonuses, and started
shipping cargoes through the Raiders' sectors.

	Word got around among the mercenaries, and alliances were struck;
Rendec found himself a Colonel, with a half-dozen companies and troopships.
But Rendec was careful with his new technology and his resources, revealing as
little as possible while dealing out portable weapons and sensor packages with
built-in self-destructs (another innovation of Lee's).

	On the ground, a number of things occurred.  Allison Hayes gave birth
to a fine, bouncing baby girl -- that clearly wasn't Justin's.  Despite the
fact that for some reason Allison had suffered from a change of attitude and
increased interest in sex, the couple suffered irreparable damage, and Allison
moved home to raise her second daughter with the help of her first.

	Marian White went home to Ed, to struggle with her once quiet life and
her memories.  The excitement of that morning at the horse show, the soldier's
power, and her submission were memories that tore at her.  Mike Teal leaned on
her, accepting her assistance in raising his girls; Ed misunderstood, assuming
that they were conducting an affair.  Ariel was... unruly.  Her mind
remembered nothing, but her body remembered satisfaction, and craved it.  This
made her wild, uncontrollable.  Ed put up with things for six months, and gave
up, leaving them high and dry.  Marian and Mike became roommates without
physical attraction but with a mutual requirement to raise their collected
children.  Ariel didn't settle down until she found a sixteen-year-old
boyfriend, a sleazy individual whose sole saving grace was his sex drive...

	Joy Frasier was one of the "lucky" women who conceived after the raid,
to her extreme irritation.  Her Hannah had gone off to college the year
before, leaving her in a leadership position in the local show circuit after
six years of participation and with a need for a hobby -- the reasons she'd
been there on that fateful day.  Now she had Lothar's parting gift, a bouncing
baby boy of mixed race who was going to be a lot of trouble to raise -- she
knew THAT already.

	The Delaga, her crew flush with a GSC's worth of salary and bonuses,
headed for civilized parts to blow off some steam -- but a short squad took a
boat to a small planet where they'd had a good time once before...

	Marian was cleaning up after dinner.  The girls were in bed, and Mike
had gone out to a movie.  Ariel was out with her boyfriend, and all was quiet,
when a knock sounded at the door.  The couple that stood there wasn't really a
couple, but one of them had lived there before, and the other had sex on his
mind...

	Little Luther had just quieted down after wailing for his dinner for
twenty minutes, and suckling it for another.  The little bastard was just like
his father -- nothing substituted for the real thing, which in this case was
breast milk...  Joy had tried expressing it, but again, Luther insisted upon
drinking from the source.  Joy had just tucked her swollen right breast in her
robe then there came a knock at the door.  For some reason, the peephole was
fogged, so she threw open the door... "Lothar!"

	"Hey, Chunky, did you miss me?"
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