Budicca

The most gifted telepaths who had been in the fight with Pan patted him on the back with a grin, for the way he had prevented the pirate from aiming and firing was unique. They invited him for drink after drink and he had to tell them what it was like to fuck the giantess for hours. Many of them were promoted to captains, even more to lieutenants. In this regard, Domina Ileana's influence was wise and fair, because the promotions and bonuses were based on comprehensible facts, combat service. Together with some of these captains, the commander participated in the negotiations with the control center. The necessary materials that had to be purchased from Valuria consumed about two years' production of the planet. It required 75,000 new workers for the factories. These two key points were set in stone for Pan, as was his demand that three captains review all cash flows in real time. He concluded his speech with the provocative remark that he naturally assumed that there was no corruption or theft in this giant project, but he had to play it safe. The captains were the only ones grinning.

Pan had the new textbooks read by two dozen officers and took their suggestions and advice seriously. It was another three months before he turned the textbooks over to the generals. Exhausted, he drank a whiskey in the officers' mess, washed away the effort of the last few months with a second and third. He fucked sweet Fyy, slept through two days, and resumed regular duty. He no longer cared about the textbooks or the armor; they ran fine without him. He practiced daily with his 12 swarms and made his men sweat profusely. If a swarm was already doing quite well, he often took over the position of the attacker. The men had to be challenged more than was possible with virtual attackers. The holographic models were not as unpredictable as Pan when he attacked them with all his tricks. The men were sweating blood, but they knew that the commander wanted to form an invincible force.

Every 4 to six weeks, he would go out on patrol with a glider, because his comrades paid him even more respect when he also took part in boring, unloved routine tasks. Most of the time he flew his glider with the soldier Isegrim, with whom he got along very well on those 72‐hour‐missions. Isegrim, of course, was just the military call sign; he soon forgot what the young man's civil name was. Isegrim lived up to his namesake Wolf. Silent, always attentively scanning the surroundings, and excellent in combat. They had been patrolling together for years. Isegrim refused any promotion, he was a scout, a warrior and a feared pugilist, but not an armchair farter. Pan held him in high regard.

On the second day, he ordered the glider to follow a path through the woods to the mountains. Isegrim looked up briefly, and he said he was following a vague intuition, a barely visible trail. Isegrim nodded, deviating from the well–worn path of all patrols was fine. The glider slowly and cautiously followed the tracks, it went steeply uphill. Radio contact with headquarters kept breaking off, but Pan grumbled that it didn't matter to have radio silence for a few minutes. The tracks led to a pass and then steeply downhill. Isegrim checked the glider's weapons and then his own as well as Pan's. "Everything is okay," he grumbled. Pan watched the surroundings through the panoramic windows, the jungle getting denser and denser. They reached a hollow way, at the end of which a dozen armed men blocked the way. He looked back, behind them some gunmen came out of the grove. The glider stopped automatically, waiting for their orders.

They were Halfs, armed with spears, but most also had modern pulse weapons in their belts. Pan put his hand on Isegrim's arm, who was getting ready to neutralize the 5 or 6 Halfs behind them. Pan asked over the outside speaker what was going on? The Halfs waved for him to come closer, but when he started the glider moving, they protested wildly. "Watch my back," he said to Isegrim and got out. He walked slowly toward the Halfs, both hands on the handles of his pulser. He stopped two steps in front of the Halfs. One of the Halfs took half a step forward and lowered his lance to the ground. He spoke only a few words in Bangurel language, and Pan understood only that he was not a prisoner and should follow him to the Queen. Queen? Pan asked sharply and the little man nodded vigorously, yes, Queen Budicca. Pan called Isegrim and ordered him to go back so far, to the limit of his communicator and he was going with the troop, to a Queen Budicca, the name he repeated twice. The Half made a hand signal and the Halfs behind the glider disappeared into the bushes. Isegrim made two clicks, meaning yes, and turned the glider. Pan set off with the squad.

They spoke not a word during the half–hour walk. The Halfs struggled to keep up with his pace. He didn't care, Halfs were only half human. He didn't know any different. They stopped at a bluff. He was stunned, hut after hut lined up in the hollow. "Halfgard!" the Half said proudly, making a sweeping hand gesture, "Halfgard!" Pan nodded and had his camera on his uniform take some pictures. They would be sent automatically to headquarters upon radio contact. He hadn't known this Halftown even existed until now, probably no one else knew about it either. They descended to the town and walked through the alleys for fifteen minutes. They stopped in front of a larger hut. The Half gestured for him to enter, "Queen Budicca!" The troop turned back without a word and disappeared into the alleys. Pan stopped for a few moments, scanning to see if he could reach anyone mentally. But there was nothing. He couldn't reach Isegrim or the glider either, even though the glider had a very powerful communicator. He bent down and stepped into the cabin.

It was overwhelming. He hadn't noticed that it was almost ten meters high inside. He corrected himself; the architects had done a masterful job of making the height unnoticeable from the outside. Several hundred Halfs clustered around a podium on which stood a long table and a raised chair. There sat a Half woman; this had to be the "Queen." No one on Bangurel knew she existed, he was quite sure of that. The Halfs moved aside, leaving a corridor clear. He strode toward the Queen. She rose, a Halfling a good three feet tall, her stiff, round breasts hidden under an open simple fur vest, a Bolero, covered from her sex to her knees by a furry loincloth, her feet in simple bound sandals. Not a bit of jewelry, nothing indicated her high rank. She pointed invitingly to the two steps for him to climb. Pan advanced and stopped two steps in front of her. She had long, dark hair like most half–women and a serious, even aristocratic–looking face. He was to discover later that it was a wig.

"Come, dear brother, sit with me!" She spoke fluently in Bangurel, her voice a deep, full alto. They sat down. A servant brought two wooden cups and poured red wine. The Queen eyed him thoroughly from top to bottom. An older, gray–furred half whispered something in her ear and she shook her head. Pan looked at her questioningly. "No weapons are allowed in the royal house!" the man said in a firm voice. Pan looked directly at him. "I am Commander Pantagrulex d'Aubonville of the Bangurelian forces," he said loudly. "A soldier never lays down his weapons!" Queen Budicca made a hand gesture and the man stepped back. Pan looked around for a moment; there really was no one carrying a weapon. He placed his combat knife and both pulse weapons on the table in front of him. An approving murmur was heard and Budicca said softly, thanking him for the wise gesture. He nodded and suppressed a question. Two, actually.

Budicca said he could ask, ask anything. Then she grabbed her forehead, "where have my manners gone?" and rose. She loosened her loincloth and let it fall to the ground. "With you, the Half–girls don't wear loincloths and proudly show their cunts," she said, looking haughtily around. Pan winced at the word cunt, for in Bangurel it was a vulgar expression. He had to admit, however, that she had a very nice clean–shaven private part. Budicca sat down and looked at him questioningly. He cleared his throat. Budicca was a household name in the old world, he said. She nodded, she had read about it in her youth, Budicca was a warrior princess who led the people of the Celts against occupation by the Romans and lost her life. He nodded and she added that she had taken the name when she was designated Queen, because she led the uprising of the Halffolk against the Bangurelians 25 years ago. "We were scattered to the winds, then we founded this city, Halfgard, and never met you Bangurelians again. I hope it stays that way."

He was silent, for his camera documented everything. "But you had one more question, it seemed to me," she said. He cleared his throat again and took a sip of red wine; it was heavy and sweet and of excellent quality. "You called me brother twice, that is not customary in Bangurel." It had puzzled him and her mysterious look puzzled him even more than her half–open cunt. She smiled long and put her hand on his arm. "I was born in the d'Aubonville household, was your father's favorite lover throughout my youth, and am very likely a sister of yours. At least in the biological sense. I saw you in the military — our spies saw you — and I arranged to lure you here. I wanted to meet you face to face before I die. The spies have told so many tales that I have become very curious about you. I hope that answers your question."

He relaxed; this was strong stuff, but it didn't knock him down. "I lived with my parents for the first 8 years of my life, but I don't remember you," he said, though he knew the answer. "Yes," Budicca said, "your father was a widower when I shared his bed, but when I was about 23, he married your mother when she became pregnant with you. I was originally supposed to be sold when I was 25, but I ran away. At the time I had been bad to your father, it was much later that I realized he was a man like all other men. He deflowered me before my 11th birthday and we lived like two lovers, making love every night, so many times, until he was exhausted. When I turned 23, his wife made all his friends, clients and visitors fuck me. I must have fucked hundreds, although my heart belonged only to him. I didn't realize that at the time, my mistake!"

Budicca had wine poured for her and drank the cup in one go. "In those years, between 22 and 25, I experienced the same fate as all Half–girls. Fucking in itself was not a problem for me, even if four or ten men fucked me in turn until dawn I was far from exhausted. I felt betrayed by your father at that time and that offended me the most. After three years it was over, your mother ruled his house and wanted to sell me." The Queen realized that she had closed the circle of her memory and remained silent.

Pan put his hand on her arm. Did she consider him an enemy, he asked softly. The Queen shook her head. "Not in the least, I consider you my brother! I bear no grudge against Bangurel in the meantime. I promised my people that there would be no war with Bangurel in my lifetime. I promised that all Halfs would be welcome and safe here in Halfgard. Far too much blood has been shed, Budicca has shed far too much blood. Wine is better than blood." She fell silent and he nodded in agreement. It would be better if Bangurel knew nothing of Halfgard, Budicca said quietly. He had lost his parents in that uprising, he said. Budicca's hand squeezed him tightly. "I know," she said softly and gently, "I murdered them, Budicca murdered them both." The silence was cutting, the surrounding Halfs holding their breath. Pan looked at their intertwined hands. Was he holding the hand that had murdered his parents? "When I was 11, my master said that my parents had perished during the uprising, he accompanied me to their funeral. He said died, not murdered! I never had any doubts, my father was already 65, at that age many men die. My mother was only 32, but I never had any reason to doubt. They were victims of the uprising." He kept silent guiltily, for he had not thought of them since the funeral.

Budicca now placed her second hand on his as well. "Perhaps one day you will be able to forgive me," she said softly. He nodded. "It was a bloody riot, I've read about it," he said graciously, "and then many die. As in every riot." She nodded in agreement. "My bloodlust faded the moment I stabbed them. I vowed to lead my people without bloodshed, and that still holds true today." Queen Budicca and Commander d'Aubonville held hands and fell silent.

The night had long ago fallen, the Queen awoke from her torpor. "Please stay, dine with us, and in the morning my men will escort you to your vehicle." He thought for a moment and said he would have to notify his companion and the headquarters. The Queen nodded that the lockdown was about to be lifted. He could suddenly see into the Halfs' mind and made radio contact with Isegrim. In a short, concise manner, he informed his partner about the most necessary things and agreed to contact him two hours after sunrise tomorrow. He was to report back and sleep it off, with a squad of Halfs keeping watch at the glider. He laughed that was literally so. So there would be radio silence until tomorrow, Isegrim said questioningly, and he confirmed that the Halfs were jamming the radio. Good night!

The dinner was excellent, he was the only one who had a knife and a pulser on his belt. The huge steak was excellent and he filled his stomach. A slender maid, who like the others had followed the queen's example and discarded her loincloth, served him another grilled steak, twice the size of the first. She smiled that it was fresh antelope meat, that her husband had led the hunting party that had brought the wild boars and antelopes. She had rewarded the hunters, she said, all 14 of them. Pan raised his eyebrows, and she affirmed, all 14 of them, at night, again in the morning, and again in the afternoon. Yes, she confirmed, she had fucked all 14 in succession and she had some of that, some nice orgasms. Her fingers played thoughtlessly with her labia while she proudly reported how she had fucked all 14 hunters sportily and passionately. So she thanked all the hunters every time they brought back the prey and her husband unharmed. Her husband was not only the leader of a hunting troop, but also the best fucker far and wide. She was one of the Queen's personal handmaidens; she had to bathe every man who came to the Queen and examine his cock, so that none came to Budicca sick. She nodded respectfully to Pan and said she had heard the reports of how good he was at fucking, and if he didn't know where he could spend that night, she would be happy to warm his body, very happy indeed! With a beautiful and fucking seductive look in her eyes, she said goodbye and went back to her work.

The strong red wine had gone a bit to his head and he drank only fruit juice after that, the Queen drank strong liquor. The cigarettes were as strong as cigars and the conversation with the Queen went wonderfully and fluidly, he got a good overview of life in Halfgard. He waited until the others settled down a little farther away and had their own conversation.

He leaned close to Budicca's ear as he named the problem. The cameras were recording fully automatically at intervals, that would tell Bangurel about them and Halfgard. There was no way to manipulate the camera as long as he wore the uniform. The queen laughed as loudly as if he had made a dirty joke. She took his head very gently in both hands and whispered in his ear. She would be glad that he was such a righteous man, she didn't expect that, or did, a little bit. She kissed his ear. The Halfs knew about the camera, of course. His navigation equipment would not have recorded a route. His camera would show, when he returned, that he had been sitting around the Halfs' campfire, still fucking a dozen Half–girls and Half–women until dawn. She giggled like a bashful schoolgirl, the fucking was her idea, for that he was a busy fucker had been reported in detail by the spies. He laughed along with her, because if the Halfs did it right, there would be no danger to Halfgard.

The Queen suddenly grew serious. She couldn't decide which Half–girl he wanted to spend the night with, she said. There was a great surplus of men, all the Half–women were married and out of the question. There would be no unmarried Half–girls to choose from either, that was why they were not married yet, because they were much too young to be fucked. Pan thought far too long, the wine, the goddamn wine! Was she married, he asked ponderously, and she replied, No, her body belonged to everyone in her people! He looked at her uncomprehendingly. She had already reached the end of her life at 49, but everyone from her people was allowed to spend the night in her bedchamber. She looked smilingly into the round. My people have grown to 40,000, and she has shared the bed with maybe everyone over the age of 12. With some more than once. Everyone, every night, and as often as they wanted, she repeated. Sometimes three or more if they were friends. She liked that very much, there she also really had something from it. As often as it could be done, she took several men at the same time, she loved these intense orgasms.

He looked at her very kindly and asked. No, she replied, she never laid with women or girls, although many among her people loved lesbianism at times, but she herself did not at all. And to your second question, she continued, the boys were not allowed to fuck officially until they had lain with her, the Queen, their first night at 12. Budicca hastily drank a cup of liqueur and laughed good–humoredly. She liked the young boys very much in her bedchamber, they could fuck for hours, many continuously, and with some she suspected they had practiced with the girls before that. She grinned wryly. She was even sure about some of them, she said, but so what – if the girls wanted to have their fun!

Whether she was still free tonight, he asked with a grin, or if many groups had already signed up? They both laughed and she kissed him right on the lips. She had never fucked a Bangurelian since the Uprising, it had been 25 or 30 years ago. But she could make an exception for her brother. "I thank you for that," he said, kissing her on the lips as well, "but tell me, how can I be your brother?"

Budicca gathered her thoughts. "I am convinced of it, and I can explain it to you." His father was a rich man, about 50 gonnies lived in his yard. He loved the young and very young gonnie girls beyond measure and fathered many halfs with them. When the Halfs were 10, he sold them for good money to his friends and their wives, respectively. This was so common, because all decent wives wanted to have Halfs as good fuckers in the house. Many wives only fucked their sex toys, the persistent, well–hung Halfs, who fucked much better than their husbands. I was the only Half–girl he fathered, because no one was allowed to fuck his gonnie girls and gonnie women except him. My mother was 14 when she gave birth to me. I wasn't even 11 when I was allowed to sleep with him and we cuddled for months before he fucked me. He was very considerate and tender. He taught me to masturbate and make him cum because that's not what gonnies or halfs usually do. He enjoyed it very much, but also his fingers could give me much nicer orgasms than I could give myself. Maybe you know that gonnie women masturbate very often and liked to be fucked even more. We spent the nights that first year in sensual intoxication, he very slowly preparing me for fucking. We practiced fucking continuously without him damaging my hymen. One evening he gave a feast for the two of us, it was incredibly romantic. He lit the fire in me and deflowered me gently and tenderly. I lay in his bed for the next twelve years before he had to marry your mother. He had tears in his eyes the first time she ordered me to fuck with his four friends all night long."

Budicca drank a cup of liquor in one gulp and leaned her head against his shoulder. "Your mother was not a good person and I hated her so much at the time that I had to kill her. She never let your father come to my bed again, nor was he allowed to come fuck at the campfires. She brought in men every day with whom I had to fuck. She forced your father to watch and I made the best of the situation. I had many orgasms and looked your father in the eyes during each orgasm. So somehow we were still connected to each other. Your mother banned me from the library last year, which I had been able to visit since I was 10 years old and became an educated woman. She hit me hard with that, because I almost memorized your father's books that he had collected about the ancient kingdom of England. That's how I got my name."

Budicca clung to his arm even tighter. "I have regretted killing your parents every day since. It took me a long time to realize that your mother's twisted jealousy was her way of loving. But at that time, during the uprising, I was driven only by hatred and revenge. I rammed my combat knife into her vagina and slashed her up to the chin. I tore out her heart and threw it out through the window into the blazing night. I held your father in my bloodied arms until he bled to death. We had a little time left to whisper to each other. He had jumped into my knife to protect your mother from my fury. His last words were to me. "Conlay, I should have stayed with you, I should never have married the human woman!" Conlay, that was my name then, before I became Budicca. My bloodlust was gone with his soul. I buried your father honorably in the garden, I owed him that."

Pan sat up straight, not moving a muscle. He was overwhelmed to hear about the true end of his parents, but they had never been close to him, not before they died. And after the funeral, he never thought of them again. His parents' house had gone up in flames during the uprising, Budicca had had it set on fire. That was in the records, he had read that. It also said that the Comtur d'Aubonville and his wife had perished in the flames. He believed Budicca's report; she had no reason to lie. But he did not feel the slightest emotion. Budicca had led an uprising, a few dozen people had perished, but many thousands of Halfs had been brutally killed.

He had thought about the uprising at the time, and it had always seemed to him an injustice by the government. This was not a heroic struggle, as sung about, but the slaughter of a minority who were rebelling against being reduced to their fuck talent. Although he, like all men of his time, lived the excessively macho, regarded women as second–class people and also saw their raison d'être as being only to fuck and have children, although he saw no problem at all in the fact that gonnies ran the households of the farms and were otherwise, like the halfs, only there to fuck and get fucked, he had realized in the course of his life how crooked, slanted, unjust and basically depraved this society was.

Human women had grown accustomed to their limited role over the millennia, and apart from the dominas, none rebelled against it. They had become masters at using sex as currency and a means of combat. There was a cynical word: The man, that is the head, who determines where it should go'.
The woman, that's the neck, who knows how to turn the head!

The Gonnies had learned to keep house for the people, in return they got protection for their huts and campfires and were rewarded with the best food. They insanely liked to fuck the humans because the had big genitals. The Gonnie women were proud to carry the children of the humans. The Halfs took great pride in being held in high esteem as the better fuckers by the wives, but they were unhappy with this role. Many Halfs died by suicide before they were 40. Pan realized that Halfgard was the salvation for many Halfs. Here they were among themselves, could become respected hunters, food producers or wine growers. As far as he could find out in the short time, the people of Halfgard were as sex–obsessed as the people of Bangurel, but no one here kept them as sex slaves. Here they were not despised half–breeds. They fucked here on a whim, Budicca said, there was a male surplus of 1:10. Each woman could statistically take ten lovers a night, and quite a few did, she grinned.

He drank his fruit juice and smoked the heavy cigarettes. Budicca rested on his arm and had a whispering conversation with a gray–haired man who pressed his erect cock against her legs as if by chance. He understood their gonnie language very well and got that it was about the next hunt and the hunters, obviously many hunters wanted to go hunting at the same time, but that was not good. The stock of the animals had to be able to recover and one should hunt only so many animals that they could feed the people. Budicca strongly advocated this, because the good man would have liked to give his friends more hunts. Pan was impressed by how kindly and skillfully Budicca handled what was obviously a delicate subject. Judge not by words but by deeds, Master Guo had said a thousand times. When the guy had left, Budicca grinned mischievously and said, "They try it every few weeks, but I'll stand firm on that. They imagine they can impress me with a hard cock. But I'm only interested in cocks in my bed. And more than once one rubbed on my leg until it squirted in a high arc on my thighs or my cleft! I laugh at them, because that does not impress me. They should really know that, but they don't really believe it."

The feast wound down, friends and guests said more or less formal goodbyes, and Budicca rose. She took Pan's hand and led him to her private chambers. He was bathed by maids and the maid from before examined his cock thoroughly. She smiled endearingly as she handed him a much too small white tunic. "You can visit me later," she whispered coyly, "the Queen is a master, but I'm much younger and I really fuck very passionately!" Pan nodded kindly but not approvingly and bent down to step into Budicca's bedroom.

Budicca was lying on the bed, naked, bathed and lightly perfumed. The bed was huge! There was room for a few lovers. He let the tunic slide to the floor and placed the battle dress and weapons on the floor before lying down with Budicca. She was even more beautiful than he had been allowed to see before. Her face and clean–shaven head looked aristocratic, her snow–white back hair was wavy and curled around her slender body. Only now he could see her breasts, they were amazingly small and roundish. He had only had a few Half–girls before and they all had large to huge breasts. Her hairless cleft was also small, like the clefts of young girls. Budicca seemed to have guessed his thoughts and said that her cunt had remained beautiful despite thousands of lovers. "Come, my brother, lie with me!" He broke away from the sight of her and slid down beside her. "My little sister," he said tenderly, "my little sister!" He was almost twice her size and took her in his arms. She lay on top of him and smiled, "may it be a beautiful night!"

Budicca was really a master in fucking. Unlike the human women, she was the more active part, he had heard that many times. The Half–girls in Bangurel, the few he knew, had apparently adapted to the passive nature of the human women. Now, however, he experienced a Half–woman who was quite different. Budicca had sat up and was inserting his cock with her hand. She drew in the air sharply as his big part entered her tight little hole and dilated her. "The first man–cock in an eternity," she whispered. Then she fucked him until dawn. After hours, as they lay wearily side by side, she asked, slightly mockingly, if he still wanted to go to Walla. He didn't understand, he said, and she smiled, the hunter's wife, the maid who had washed and tested his cock. He played dumb, but Budicca laughed up. "I may be old already and my life is coming to an end soon, but I am neither stupid nor deaf yet!" He had to laugh now, too, and told her how one thing had led to another. And that he would not even dream of going to another one now. Budicca smiled wisely, saying that Walla really had fire up her ass and fucked everything that wasn't up in the trees. That was just the way she was. He said that after such a beautiful night he just wanted to sleep blissfully and gratefully by her side. They dozed slowly tightly entwined.

Not even a minute passed when a soft voice whispered asking if she could come in. Without waiting for an answer, Walla slipped through the curtain. She was wearing only the open vest that was supposed to cover her large breasts. Whispering, she said that she had waited outside until they were ready and now she wanted to join them. Budicca grinned and nudged Pan with her elbow, "I told you so!" and symbolically made a little room. Walla dropped her vest and immediately snuggled up to him. Budicca said he was much too exhausted, but his tail proudly raised its strong little head. Walla swung herself on him without a word. She did not use her hands and sought his glans with her vaginal entrance. She fucked Pan with wild passion and exploded almost immediately.

Budicca pulled a pout and grumbled what she should do now... and Walla gasped, "my teats, dear mistress, my teats!" So it happened that Walla fucked him mercilessly and Budicca took her teats in her mouth. With this, she excited Walla to such an extent that she staggered from orgasm to orgasm. He was in no hurry to cum, because what Walla was doing to him was the highest art, the purest master class. He felt the difference of course, the young girl fucked much more athletically and selfishly than Budicca. He didn't even count her orgasms anymore, she fucked him like a steam engine with strained expression on her face. Budicca licked her teat with abandon and when Walla's arousal rose, she bit wildly into the girl's teat, causing an immediate orgasm. After some time Walla went limp and Pan laid her on her back. He could see from the corner of his eye that Budicca was almost finished masturbating. He quickly penetrated the young girl's tight vagina and fucked her in good soldier fashion. He watched Budicca's masturbation quite intently, for he had rarely seen a Half–wife or a Gonnie–wife masturbate, only some very young Gonnie–girls who were too young to fuck. Budicca looked at him guiltily and shame–filled, she had not masturbated for many years. He stroked her inner thigh while he fucked Walla hard. Walla orgasmed quite hard at the wild thrusting of the big cock, she clawed at him and suppressed her cries with difficulty. He watched Budicca orgasm and thrust wildly spurting into Walla's subsiding orgasm that lasted for many seconds. He rolled between the women and gasped for air.

"I heard he was leaving again as early as today, I just had to come, Mistress!" said Walla quasi–apologetically, but Budicca did not reply. She kept one hand pressed vibrantly on her cleft and only after a long time said that this should not happen again, she could go now. Walla kissed him passionately on the mouth, picked up her vest and went out. Budicca's hand vibrated on her cunt for minutes after, she relaxed and exhaled deeply as she snuggled against him. He hugged Budicca very gently and nodded as she whispered, watching him had aroused her greatly as she rarely masturbated, not for years. They fell asleep close together.

"Good morning, mistress!" whispered the two young girls and pulled the sheet from Budicca and him. They washed her and Pan with wet cloths. Pan was immediately wide awake and watched as the girls cleaned Budicca's vagina of semen quite carefully and conscientiously. He grinned wryly because Budicca's clit immediately rose up and stood out boldly. Maybe he was just imagining that the girls only let go of Budicca after she had a tiny, gentle orgasm. But Budicca didn't let on. While Budicca was getting dressed, the girls came over to him and scrupulously washed his cock. He suppressed any movement, yet his cock became burstingly stiff. The girls rubbed vigorously and withdrew.

He stopped Budicca before they left. He wanted to visit them again, he said, but could only do it sometime in the future, he did not give an exact time. He said how glad he was to have a sister, they still had a lot to talk about his parents and their lives. Budicca nodded in agreement. He still had something on his mind. He wanted to ask her to then show him the technology they used to jam the radio. That was a significant technology for the military, he said. She nodded after a moment's thought, saying she would show him next time. Then they went to breakfast. When they said goodbye, she said he could take a message for her to any adult Half, she would get it within a day.

He was on his way back with a squad of gunmen when he suddenly realized that the jamming device had been turned off. He immediately contacted Isegrim and ordered the glider to the last location. He was at the rendezvous point shortly after the glider and thanked the escorts in Gonnish. They turned without a word and left. Isegrim received him wordlessly as usual, but no sooner had the glider turned than he sputtered off. In the middle of the night, at 04:23, he had been awakened by soft pulse shots. The gravel and rocks behind the glider splashed up and he recognized a pack of hyenas, or large wild dogs, retreating fearfully a few feet. He fired two of the rear guns into the pack and the animals scampered away yowling. A few turned back briefly, taking their dead comrades in their mouths. He had thanked his invisible protectors with flashing signals and over the outside loudspeaker, but they didn't show.

Good job, Pan said, then reported. He repeated Budicca's tall tale, inwardly ashamed to lie to his partner. But it had to be done. Isegrim kept silent, offended, because he would have liked to join in the fucking with the Halfs. But Pan was the commander and he was not. They flew the predetermined route quickly and returned to King Leonidas‐base the next day. He had been proud until now to serve unconditionally like the legendary King of Sparta. Now his stomach clenched as when talking to Lan, he was about to commit treason. He knew the laws word for word, he knew perfectly well that it was treason. They reported back correctly.

One of his captains went to the control center with his and Isegrim's camera and the dictated report. Pan had dictated a wishy‐washy rationale to go with the footage. The captain returned with a broad grin. "Bad news first," he grinned, "they want to see you in fifteen minutes!" He paused theatrically. "Now the good: you fucked 11 Half–wives that night! That's probably a new record!" The bystanders grinned and jeered except for Isegrim, whom he had already told. Pan squared his shoulders and walked into the control room.

He saluted as instructed and sat down. The 5 generals looked on with studied indifference, so could he. They ran Isegrim's notes and then his as well. Pan saw with his own eyes that the Halfs had done a good job. He had to grin, his notes showed him ordering Isegrim's retreat, going along with the troop of Halfs to their campsite, the campfire, spit–roasted rabbit and then endless palaver in Gonnie language, then fucking for hours.

The chairman puffed out his cheeks, dereliction of duty, leaving the patrol, sex on duty. Pan held valiantly against it, it was very much part of the patrol's duties to follow up on important leads. He had questioned the Halfs quite correctly about how many and which groups of Halfs roamed the woods. He grinned slyly, for none of the officers spoke Gonnish well enough to follow the palaver. The fucking, well, that was debatable. He had followed the customs of the Halfs on the one hand, that wasn't entirely wrong from his point of view. But, of course, he had violated the general service regulations, no sex on duty! He would have to leave it up to them to accept it or kick him out. Either way, he would accept their judgment. He waited in the corridor, grinning insolently. Kick him out? That's what he wanted to see!

Of course they weren't kicking him out. He had an impeccable reputation, had developed and introduced the new textbooks etc. in his spare time without pay. Helped to design the new armaments orders. No, they simply couldn't kick such a fellow out. What had he actually done wrong? Who could blame him for going through a few Half–wives? At the end, the chairman gave another admonishing speech, discipline, setting an example, and more garbage. In conclusion, unworthy conduct. That's it.

Unworthy conduct. Enough, Pan stood up and reminded the chairman that a good 47 years ago, on April 12, he received an admonition for unworthy conduct because he was two hours late for duty after a visit to a brothel. He stomped to the door without a greeting and slammed it shut. In the corridor he shouted that they could kiss his ass! Then he calmly walked back to his comrades.