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Chapter 15 by Richard_Smith Richard_Smith

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Escape From Stratos - [P]

When Ensign Eric Bauer and Guardian Ramesh O'Connell reached the floor with the bedrooms, they either did not see, or were too tired or too 'charged up' to notice the shadowy figure out on the balcony. The two young men said they final good-night's, although technically they were good-morning's, and entered their respective rooms.

Almost as soon as Ramesh flipped the lock closed on the door, there was a light tapping on the other side. Thinking that Eric had forgotten to tell him something, he unlocked the door but as he opened it, a woman **** her way inside. Pushing hard against the partially open door, she rushed in, dropped the shopping bag she was carrying, and leaned against the door to close it behind her.

"Help me, Master Ramesh. You must help me," she pleaded with him, staring up at him with wide, terror-stricken dark eyes.

"Lavella?" Ramesh was shocked to see her on this floor rather than the servants' quarters. He gently gripped her shoulders, trying to calm her, while asking, "What's going on?"

"The Palace Guards are all over the place," she exclaimed. "They woke up all of the servants. Herded us down to the kitchen. And have been taking us out in two's and three's for . . . for interrogation?"

"What . . . what are they asking?" Ramesh asked, trying to wrap his head around what was going on.

"I don't know," she began to sob. "None of them have come back yet. They . . . they . . . they are probably subjecting them to the agonizing ray."

"How did you get away?" he asked.

"I just walked out," she answered. He could feel her body starting to shake. "They didn't bother to put a guard on us. Where could we go? Normally no one can come up or down without a transport pass. If they've placed the City in lock-down, then all Troglyte passes will automatically be cancelled in the computer system. You've got to help me!"

"Alright, calm down," he told the dark-haired woman. "You'll stay here with me tonight. I'll talk with Commissioner Anderson in the morning. We'll figure something out."

There was no question of whether the two young people would share the same bed or not. After all, less than twelve hours ago she had been ramming a strap-on dildo up his ass. After they had crawled into bed naked and were settling in, Ramesh's pale arm around Lavella's olive shoulders, he asked, "What's in the bag?"

She looked over to the door where she had placed it. "Oh, that. I grabbed a handful of underwear, a clean tunic, toothbrush and stuff. Plus . . . " Turning her gaze from the bag to look up at him, a smile spread across her face. "Well, you know what else is in there."

He could actually feel the heat in his face as he blushed. He could also feel his member starting to stir. "Yeah," he replied, "But why that particular bag?"

"It was the closest thing handy," she shrugged. Then, after a delay of maybe a full five seconds, she asked in a lowered voice, "Why? Would you like me to use it now?"

"No, no," he chuckled and kissed the top of her head, "I'm good."

He rolled over on his side and switched off the lamp on the nightstand. Lavella snuggled up next to him, wrapping one arm around his waist and pressing the front of her thighs against the back of his, in 'spooning' position. As he lay there in the darkness, listening to the sound of her breathing, feeling the warmth radiating from her body, he reconsidered his answer.

"Lavella?" he asked in not quite a whisper.

"Mmm?" she replied in a sleepy voice.

"You still awake?"

"Yesss," she lied. She was just drifting off to sleep. The personal maid to the High Advisor's daughter shifted around, pressing her body closer to Ramesh's. When he did not respond with a follow-up question or statement, she begin to slip back from the land of dreams into reality. With a giggle, she asked, "Why? . . . Did you change your mind?"

Her hand slid down from his navel, across his pubic hair, to cover his half-hard cock. Again she giggled. She had her answer. Curling her fingers around Ramesh's shaft, Lavella slowly stroked it, enticing it into a full erection. When she was satisfied that it was good and hard, rigid, firm and proud, a symbol of his power and male dominance, she released it and hopped out of bed.

Ramesh switched on the lamp again and flipped off the bedcovers as Lavella rummaged through the shopping bag. By the time the curvaceous house-Trog had buckled the strap-on around her hips, Ramesh was already bent over in the middle of the bed. He was up on his knees, his legs wide apart, and his head and shoulders lowered. His chin rested on the back of his over-lapping hands as he waited. The mattress swayed when Lavella crawled up onto the foot of the bed. 'Walking' on her knees, she got into position between his legs and started to 'prep' him.

"Oooo!" Ramesh gasped when he felt the cool gel make contact with his tight pucker. But he turned his head to rest his cheek on this hands as Lavella's soft, slender fingers smeared the slippery substance all around the area of his anus. "Ughn!" he grunted when she slid her index finger into the crinkled star between his buttocks, twisting and probing. Greasing him up thoroughly for his butt-fucking. Involuntarily, he pushed his bottom back towards her, encouraging her to explore him more deeply.

He was a little disappointed when she withdrew her finger, but he knew what that meant. Moving his knees forward just a bit and squirming his forearms into the mattress, he tried to lift his ass even higher for her. He felt the rounded end of the dildo touching his anus, and, remembering Eric's advice, he tried to relax.

"Oh, jeeeezzzz," Ramesh tilted his head back, exclaiming a loud groan of pain and pleasure when his asshole was first penetrated. Despite his intentions of relaxing, he actually tensed his muscles as Lavella shoved more and more of her faux-phallus up his dirt-road. As he felt himself being filled, he wondered just how long her rubber prick was. He didn't remember it being this long.

But just when he thought he could not take any more up his ass, he felt the metal O-ring of the harness making contact with his male t'aint. The personal maid gave the impaled Guardian a chance to adjust to her dick up his ass. To let his body accept the intrusion and for his muscles to relax. Looking over his shoulder, Lavella could see his eyes were clenched shut and his lips tightly pressed together. "O.K.?" she asked. When the question was answered with a nod, she asked, "Ready to begin?" Another nod, this one accompanied by a whimper.

Placing a palm on each of his hips, her fingers spread out, she began to rock back and forth. Slowly at first, a broad smile on her face as she listened to him groan and grunt. A couple of times she deliberately shoved her artificial shlong up his bum-hole with a quick thrust, making his whole body jerk in surprise. But he offered no protest. The young man just knelt there, on his knees, doubled-over as the woman behind him plundered his asshole. Butt-fucking him as she pleased.

Between his thighs, his cock was rock-hard and throbbing. Twitching constantly as he was sodomized. A long string of pre-cum dangled from the tip and there were several drops of the clear liquid on the sheet below. In-and-out Lavella worked her rubber dick, occasionally reaching up to brush her long dark hair from her face. She was excited by the way the big, strong, masculine man was submitting to her. Surrendering his dominance. Allowing her to take complete and total control.

By now, she was hunching into him at a rapid, steady pace. Pillaging his back-door. Violating his most intimate spot. She was breathing heavier from her exertion than she had when they had first started. Although not so heavily as Ramesh was. Pushing himself up on all fours, he murmured, "Oh, Lavella . . . Lavella . . ."

"Do you want me to finish you?" she asked, leaning in across his back, her hand already reaching down and around to grab his dick. The poor, sensually overloaded man could only nod his head rapidly in reply.

That was all she needed to hear. Or to see. Gripping Ramesh's rigid ramrod, Lavella tugged away for all she was worth while slamming her pelvis against his buttocks. Instantly he began to shoot. Spewing out long, ropy jets of cum as the woman on top of him **** him to expel more and more of his nut-cream. Bucking and thrashing, he emptied his testicles.


Later, lying once more in the darkness, after they had cleaned up, Ramesh said, "Don't worry about a thing. I'll protect you."

How, he wasn't exactly sure yet.
Hell, he would hi-jack a vertical transport if necessary.

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