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Subject: {ASSM} Pinup Queen (M/F, BDSM, Scifi, Art)
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Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2011 20:10:13 -0400
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"Pinup Queen"
By Shon Richards


They came for him in the night.  Gloved hands yanked him out of
his cot and dragged him to his feet.  At first he thought they
were assassins from the Gem Moons, inexplicably assigned to kill
Dalex Ai, second class warship maintenance technician of the
Queen's Space Navy.  He called out for help but he noticed his
fellow Navy men had their eyes clenched as they pretended to
sleep.  

That was when he noticed his attackers.  They were women clad in
dark red leather that clung to their every curve.  Sharp metal
spikes projected from where their nipples would be and pain
batons hung from their belts. Black leather masks obscured their
faces, revealing only cruel mouths painted with red lipstick. 
Ponytails erupted from the back of each mask. One had a red
ponytail, the other was blonde.

"Oh shit," Dalex moaned.  "The Queen's Whips!"

One of the women punched him in the gut.  It was the one with the
red ponytail. "Silence, worm!" 

As he fell to the ground, both women grabbed him by the shoulders
and lifted him up.  They dragged him out of the barracks.  The
sharp stomp of their heels echoed through the deadly silent
barracks.  

Dalex tried to think.  What crime of his had been discovered? 
Was it the unauthorized leave he had taken to the Slave Brothels
last week?  Was it the secret liquor still he had in the paint
shed?  Oh sweet Killer of Worlds, did they know about the bootleg
music he was downloading into his personal helmet computer? That
was an offense punishable by ten years in the Rape Factory!

Instead of dragging him to a holding area, the Queen's Whips
dragged him out to the airfield.  He became really curious when
they took him to the bomber ship he serviced that morning.  The
ship hadn't even gone on a run today.  What could possibly be
wrong with it?

That was when he saw her, Queen Erishella herself.  Bright blue
syn-skin coated her body from neck to toe.  The molecule thin
substance kept her body warm in the night air but it also
revealed every curve and contour of her body.  A golden crown
topped her long black hair in case there was any doubt that she
was the Queen.

More disturbing than being in the presence of the Queen was where
she was standing.  She was right in front of the painting he done
on the side of the bomber ship.  Traditionally that spot was
reserved for propaganda slogans and portraits of popular barrack
slaves.  Dalex had instead painted a picture of the Queen about
to deep throat a radiation missile.  He had even added some text
that said, "Remember boys, drop it in deep!"

"Oh shit," Dalex moaned.  

The Queen's Whips hit his back with a pain baton.  "On your
knees!" the redhead yelled.  Dalex did as she commanded and
groaned as his head was yanked back.  He was forced to stare up
at Queen Erishella's blue body and his painting of her.

"You did this?" Queen Erishella asked.  Dalex was so close she
could see how the blue syn-skin covered each individual curly
pubic hair.

"Yes, your majesty," he said.

She pointed at the painted tits that were inadequately covered in
a tiny camouflaged bikini.  Dalex winced at his own work.  He
didn't realize how gigantic he had painted the breasts.

"Tell me, second class warship maintenance technician," Queen
Erishella said with a haughty tone.  "Where are the nipples?  As
small as that bikini is, you would think you would see something.
 Look at my nipples.  See how firm and large they are?"  The
Queen thumbed both of her nipples to demonstrate.

Dalex was unprepared for that question.  "Ah, excellent point,
your majesty.  I thought adding nipples might make it too
vulgar?"

The Queen said nothing.  All that could be heard was the sizzle
of the pain baton as the Queen's Whip held it inches from his
ear.  Dalex didn't know where to put his eyes.  Did he look at
the painting he did that had him in so much trouble or should he
look at the Queen in her syn-skin nudity?

She pointed at the ass of the painting.  It was bare but
tastefully turned so you couldn't see the Queen's private bits. 
"Second class warship maintenance technician, do you think my ass
is really that flat looking?"

Dalex swallowed as the Queen turned her ass towards him.  "No,
your majesty.  That was my mistake.  I had no idea how uh, royal
your bottom was. I see now that your bottom is much curvier and
fuller than I painted."

Queen Erishella snorted in dismissal.  The Queen Whips tensed in
anticipation of the Queen's mood.  Dalex was too scared to pray.

"I don't like the boots," Queen Erishella said.  "My legs look
good, but why did you put those ugly boots on my feet?  It would
look better with bare feet, or maybe something in a high heel."

Dalex nodded enthusiastically.  "Certainly your majesty!  I
completely agree!"

The blonde Whip snarled.  "Be more energetic with your
sycophantic pleas!"

"One last question, second class warship maintenance technician,"
the Queen asked.  "It was my understanding that most Bomber Ship
art depict whores and girlfriends from back home.  It is
understood that men about to risk their lives in the service of
the Navy need a lusty reminder of why it is good to stay alive. 
Such debased depictions is accepted of bed partners but never has
one been done of a member of royalty.  What gave you the idea to
do one of me?"

Dalex wasn't sure how to answer.  The Queen's Whips had their
pain batons inches away from his face.  He could feel their urge
to kill him barely held in check.  The Queen looked down past her
magnificent breasts to look down on him.  

"I thought you were the sexiest thing I could paint," Dalex
said.

Queen Erishella nodded.  "You are correct, Colonel of Warship
Maintenance. You are tasked with painting my likeness onto every
Bomber Ship.  I shall model for you so that my likeness will be
more accurate.  Stand up."

Dalex was dragged to his feet by the Queen's Whips.  They put
their pain batons away and Dalex sighed in relief.  

"You," the Queen said as she pointed at the blonde Whip, "give
the Colonel a blowjob so he'll calm down."

"Yes, your majesty!" the Queen's Whip said.  She dropped to her
knees and ripped open his pants with ruthless precision.  She
attacked his cock with her mouth as Dalex looked in wonder.  His
knees started to buckle but the redhead Whip held him up.

"Thank you, your majesty!" Dalex said.  He was going to live!  He
was getting a promotion!  He was getting his cock sucked!

The Queen magnanimously nodded towards him.  "You are a talented
artist, but of course, I have some ideas.  Actually, I have a
list of them, with very specific instructions for posing, colors,
composition and size.  I also have a schedule with deadlines that
I expect you to meet."

Colonel Dalex AI had a feeling that his problems were just
beginning.      

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/


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