Special Missions

The courtyard of 'Master Guo's palace was packed. Binara had expected 200 gonnies, but far more had come. She sent her gonnies out to get more food and firewood. Wine was plentiful; the gonnies from out of town had brought huge quantities of wine. Pan had retreated to the library, such a large amount of gonnies was just too much for him. He looked at the smoke curls of his cigarette and thought about the conversation with the archbishop. He had gotten some questions answered, but why Lan had called him five times now and demanded to be fucked, but kept the bishop waiting, he still didn't see through. Even the child's father she had only informed in writing, the postnatal chastity . . . . The dominatrix was playing a game he didn't yet see through. Not for a second did he imagine that it was because of his good fucking. Binara called for him, the old preacher was already there, he should come down. She handed him a pareo, he only had to tie it around his hips. He went into the courtyard and sat down with his own gonnie girls. The youngest sat on his lap to warm his cock.

Old Dong, the old preacher, was an imposing figure. He was a head taller than the others, lean and muscular. His fur was gray and white, he had a snow–white mane on his head, which was very unusual and remarkable. He was supposedly already 120 years old, it was said. Pan immediately noticed the old man's proportionally large cock, and he had the impression that the old man could still handle it well. Old Dong stood motionless in front of the bonfire and waited until it was quiet. When he began to speak in a low but full voice, it became dead silent.

He came from the coast north of the city because his people needed their support. His people, they were about 30,000 gonnies who lived peacefully on the coast and supplied the city with fish in barter. The peace had been disturbed; discarded old gonnies, about 400, had settled nearby and were stealing the yumma in the people's plantations. They shrugged indifferently, the theft of a few fruits did not disturb their business. The Tali appeased them and fucked their wives for free in gratitude. The wives whooped and restrained their husbands.

He, Old Dong, did not mind, per se. The plantation owners paid the Tali with the stolen yumma for fucking their wives in turn to the 7th heaven. If only it had stayed that way, the old man lamented, plucking his half–stiff cock thoughtlessly. The dozen human women who lived in each plantation were overjoyed to be fucked to heaven by several Tali every day. But the Tali women were far too many and the human women too few. The Tali looked around to see if there was anyone else to fuck. Yes, the gonnie women and gonnie girls who ran the plantation household, they were just fine.

But, as you all know, the Tali cocks are too big for our gonnie vaginas, many injured gonnies came to his people to be healed. Thank God, the wounds were healed quickly. Old Dong paused effectively and walked once around the bonfire. He continued. The Tali had acquired a taste for it. They kept invading his villages in groups, driving the men away with sticks and fucking all the women who hadn't run off with the men. Many stupid women also stayed because they promised themselves fabulously beautiful and exciting orgasms while fucking the Tali.

Old Dong made an effective hand gesture in the air. He could not let this go. We gonnies are peaceful and peaceable by nature, we can't fight. But I can, I have proved it. A handful of men accompanied him as they, armed with sticks like the Tali, beat down a Tali woman from the Gonnie woman. He, yes he, led by example and fucked the Tali. Fucking a Tali is a wonderful thing, the old man raved and the audience held their breath, fucking a Tali was really very, very satisfying for the gonnie man. The Tali came to orgasm very quickly and he held her cock with his fist rubbing and he made her squirt violently in the air. Then he was able to finish fucking the Tali woman quickly and make her cum. Old Dong told about fucking the Tali in spicy, piggish and flowery words and impressed the audience.

The old man bowed deeply and enjoyed the rapturous applause for minutes. Then he raised his hand and everyone fell silent. After him one or two of the brave men fucked the Tali, he continued in a loud voice, my men began to get excited about fucking a Tali and making her squirt with a firm grip of the rubbing fist. The men lost their fear of the big women with the big dicks. And that's what we do: they fuck our women, and we fuck them, one by one, until their semen is exhausted! The old man looked triumphantly around. Come, men, come with me! Come to fuck the Tali to insanity! If they want war, let them have it!

Thunderous applause, mostly from the gonnie women. They poked and prodded their men, but none really wanted to join in. The gonnie women clustered around the old man, each wanting to fuck him. Old Dong went his way after a good hour, followed by a few gonnie women who were still desperate to be fucked by him. The gonnies ate and drank, the wine and bonfire did their good and soon everyone was fucking to their hearts content in the courtyard. Binara sat on the steps and didn't let anyone into the palace. The gonnies were just terribly curious, no one would want to steal anything. Binara remained friendly and offered everyone a cup of wine. The curious gonnies immediately retreated when she told them their master wanted to be undisturbed.

Pan watched the merry goings and fuckings from the library window, then sat down at the desk and with Fyy dictated a long report to the brigadier general. For the most part, he reproduced Old Dong's address verbatim. At the end he suggested sending several patrols in groups of four or six to the northern coastal areas. If it was possible, every day and several patrols. The situation between Gonnies and Tali was not allowed to escalate, both ethnic groups and peace were needed. He would even allow the men to take individual Tali "to safety" and give them a good screwing. The Tali should know where the big hammer hangs. Pan listened to his report twice and corrected minor details before sending it off.

He called one of his gonnie girls from the window and she came up with Binara. Binara had locked and bolted the palace door and the two girls disappeared into the bathroom, giggling.

A few days later Lan called him. He gave Ben the command and followed her call. She wanted to be fucked immediately, absolutely and very firmly, as soon as they had greeted each other. She was quickly satisfied and shooed the servants out, they would have seen enough and the work was not doing itself. She lay half on top of him and shooed away the girls, who would have wanted to watch longer, as otherwise. "Enough gawking, girls, go and masturbate quickly!" scolded the dominatrix. "So, now it's just us, they'll probably have an hour to do with their clits," she said with a grin.

She started talking about the new patrols into the northern coastal area. He let her talk, she definitely only knew half of it. He sat up and said he couldn't give it to her because it was a military report, but she could read it on the screen. She read very carefully and remained silent. "I didn't know you wrote the original report," she said meekly after a while. "We can't tolerate fighting between Gonnies and Tali," she said thoughtfully, "and the old preacher should be careful not to get nicked." He spoke against it. The old man just wanted to fuck the horny Tali girls and is looking for like–minded people to protect him as a group. You have to see it as simple as it was and not produce a martyr.

Thankfully, the general had taken his suggestion and dispatched the patrols. The Tali understood right away that they could not go too far. And his men were thrilled to be allowed, quite officially, to fuck the picked–up Tali girls one by one. Fucking on prescription, they joked. This tidbit made the rounds, there were always 4 patrols with highly motivated crews on the coast. Lan admitted unapologetically that he had done a good job. Wouldn't he like to join her ministry? He declined with thanks, he was appointed space glider commander, that was his destiny.

"It's a pity that you . . . that you sent them away, I would have been very hungry," and she clapped her hands. A servant immediately appeared. They were immediately given a fine cold plate and drank wine. Ben came forward and Pan said he was in ladies company. Ben understood, he wanted to invite him to dinner, but so . . . Pan quickly said, at 19:00 I'll be there and hung up. An invitation, he said to Lan, because she had probably overheard. Lan nodded, "your friend Isegrim?" but he did not respond. She finished the wine and lay down on her back. She didn't need to say anything.

He was at Ben's on time. As they sat down at the table, Ben murmured, "Your second chance, take it!" Dinner was a feast of exquisite delicacies and he joined Ben at the small table for cognac and cigarettes while Lia put the girls to bed. She walked tantalizingly past the men, dropping one article of clothing after another. They followed her into the bedroom and sat down on the visitor's chairs, just half an arm's length from Lia's cunt. Pan let his eyes glide over her beautiful body, she was truly the most erotic 35year–old he had ever seen. The side door opened and the two naked Tali girls entered. They lay down on either side of Lia and began to arouse her with kisses, caresses and cuddles. One Tali girl was right in front of him, just inches away, and he breathed in her wonderful erotic scent.

Lia drank a large glass of mulberry brandy, let the glass slide to the floor and turned onto her back. She saw and heard nothing anymore, her cunt was ablaze. She grabbed one of the girls and pulled her on top of her. She took the large breast in her mouth and Pan saw her tongue playing with the girl's teat. The Tali increased her pace as Lia bit harder and harder into her teat. Lia whooped loudly in orgasm and bit into the teat very hard. The girl cried out softly and thrust and squirted, thrust and squirted. She finally pushed the big cock very deep into Lia's vagina and squirted deeply. The second Tali girl immediately thrust into Lia's orgasm and thrust very fast. Lia couldn't get out of the orgasm at all, she bit the girl's teat a little bloody, she was so enraptured. The girl was out of her mind and squirted in one go when Lia's teeth didn't release her teat at all. The first girl took over fucking again, taking the mistress from orgasm to orgasm. She squirted as the mistress bit her in supreme pleasure in the other teat. She was still squirting into Lia's orgasm when the second girl was already getting into position. The exchange lasted only a blink of an eye, Lia gasped very loudly and her lips sought the teat. Lia clutched the girl and whimpered in orgasm, her lips brutally pressed the teat and she bit down, hard. The girl gave a wailing sound and pushed the mistress as if out of her mind. She pressed herself against the mistress and Pan could only tell by her ass muscles that she was squirting. Lia fainted with a deep sigh. The girls glanced briefly at Ben and him before walking out.

Lia stirred after moments and reached down onto Pan's knee, onto his thigh. He glanced briefly at Ben and pulled out in a flash. He already had a large erection and instantly penetrated Lia's vagina. Her body was still undulating in the dying orgasm and he effortlessly brought her to top speed. Fucking this sensual and passionate woman was a delight, an extraordinary feast! He waited out two of her orgasms and didn't squirt until her third screaming orgasm. Her hand dropped powerlessly and she passed out again and now he finished squirting. He sank down beside her and fondled her breasts and cleft.

Ben was up after a while, walking to the side door and calling the Tali girls. He quickly undressed and lay down on the bed. Gently, he pushed the unconscious Lia aside as the naked Tali girls joined them. Ben whispered, "My friend, now we ride," and had the Tali lie down supine. Pan was very pleasantly surprised at how tight the girl's vagina was. He watched Ben and followed suit. He grabbed his girl's cock with his fist, bit her teat and fucked her with pleasure. The girl unexpectedly orgasmed quickly, he bit her teat hard and rubbed her cock until she squirted a little. He let go of the still stiff cock and grabbed the girl's small ass cheeks. She panted and made soft sounds of pleasure as he thrust into her really fast and hard in the finale. Her vagina felt tight and comfortable like a Gonnie girl's, he thought as he penetrated as deep as he could and cum. He squirted it all, to the last drop, then dropped down beside her. Lia was exhausted and whispered how much she had enjoyed it.

Pan was very pleased with the new amplifier. He trained with 6 telepaths and they effortlessly piloted the space gliders to the border of the pirate alliance. He knew they could push much further, all the way to their central cluster. They stayed for two hours, observing the border patrols. Two telepaths crept up to the pirate commander and fucked her from the front and the back at the same time. She was unable to command for 5 minutes and squirmed in her chair. The telepaths grinned wryly, that was a considerable military advantage! Pan had them turn back, it wasn't just about fucking, it was about training. The pirates now knew that the Bangurelians had something new, and that was not good.

Case by case, he accompanied Ben or Isegrim on patrol to the north coast. One had the Tali finished fucking, beating them down from the Gonnie women and fucking them to the hilt. They traded the Tali among themselves because they argued about which one was the best to fuck. They beat the Tali green and blue and kicked their asses to make them troll. Everyone was happy.

Even Archbishop Torx had come to Conara's practice opening, Ileana had taken the little Prince with her and soon sent him home with the Nana. Lan had put on the most daring jumpsuit, but she might as well have come completely naked. The men clicked their tongues; Lan was the finest jewel of the reception. Some old healers made speeches, then Conara and Pan. He had co–written his speech with Fyy.

So Pan gave his speech, which touchingly expressed his pride in Conara. Conara had to pull the handkerchief a lot and hold back her tears. The guests stormed the buffet and toasted the new healer. Torx floated away with Lan in tow, she winked at Pan and stuck her tongue out behind the Archbishop's back. Isegrim murmured his congratulations to Conara and warped off to the base. Ben hugged her as he congratulated her and felt Conara's ass extensively. "You could sweeten my night with the most beautiful fucking, Mistress Conara!" and Pan kicked him grinning in the shin. The company gradually dispersed and Pan also hurried to the base.

A night drill was due, and he had to round up the men, as some had already had a good drink. But an alarm was possible at any time, so one had to appear even drunk and stand one's ground. He drilled the men relentlessly, the whole planet was dependent on their readiness. He rewarded the best by assigning them to the northern patrol. The failures, on the other hand, didn't get a chance to fuck Tali girls. He retired to his library and dictated the final report to Fyy, spending the rest of the evening reading old books.

He kept in touch with Wengin and his next visit was due. He chatted with Fyy, Conara was mostly sleeping in her new office, Binara was alone. Fyy should lie down with her. Fyy nodded, do you want me to masturbate her? He agreed, if Binara wanted her to. Fyy said she would also teach her how two girls could fuck. Binara was already so excited to finally turn 12 and Fyy would prepare her for that too. He caressed Fyy's beautiful breasts and the nicely curved abdomen of the girl sitting on his lap. "Give her love, security and pleasure!" he said.

Pozzebon and Irenea had already been notified, the brigadier general gave him the order and he picked up the glider from the stuffmaster. He had tied two trailers to the glider, which his gonnies stuffed with books. Summer was approaching and it was oppressively hot in the cabin. Irenea's shirt was sweaty through after moments and she was gasping for breath by the time they got to the first waypoint. He got the glider on the track and had the seats folded down. She ripped off her wet clothes and stretched out.

He could not imagine how bad she was, she had worked for days from dawn to dusk in her garden and in the fields and fell into bed in the evening dead tired. Too tired to masturbate. Not a single orgasm for four days. Oh, she would rather be dead! This was her first sip of mulberry brandy in a week! A whole goddamn week! He grinned without comment and they fucked without stopping until the last waypoint. He let her masturbate, she masturbated for 6 hours without stopping. He pulled out and watched her increase the pace, bracing her soles against the glass roof, rubbing her clit to orgasm at a furious pace. A deep, greedy swig from the bottle, then it was right on. His erection held out excellently, and though she begged for it, he didn't squirt once. She shook her head disapprovingly, saying it was not at all healthy to hold back semen. At the last waypoint, he got out, smoked, and let Fyy fill him in. No news. Irenea freshened up with wet wipes, put on perfume and fresh clothes, which she put on only above the lake. He steered the glider with the trailers through the forest, it was easier that way than with 4 gliders. Wengin stood in front of the house and waved. He stayed just for a cigarette and reported to Wengin how well the new amplifier was working. Then he flew to Halfgard.

Lea received him very warmly, had the books unloaded and the glider cleaned by two maids. He washed his face and put on a clean uniform shirt, then they went to the great hall for dinner. Lea was in a very good mood and they entertained themselves splendidly. Grilled antelope meat, berries and a light green moss, very tasty and only available at this time of year. They sat in the bar for a long time, sweets, liquor and iced fruit juice.

Lea listened to what subjects and councilors had to say to her. She had exchanged her leather jacket for a bolero of light fabric, which showed off her breasts beautifully. Her mane and back fur were freshly coiffed and he buried his fingers in them. As it grew late, they sat down in the sinks. They were almost finished when a young Half rushed up to Lea and whispered in her ear. She nodded and immediately got dressed again. He should go ahead, she would soon follow. She whispered to a maid on her way out and gave some orders. He went into the bedroom.

He had lain down, it had been a long and tiring day. Then a young girl floated into the bedroom, let her short cloak slide to the floor and lay naked with him. She was quite pretty and childlike, her back fur dark blond. She had been sent by the mistress, she was to give herself to him, explicitly. She swallowed blushing, she was still a virgin and it would be very nice for her to give him her first fire. He stroked her, the face, the beautiful back fur and the body. She should tell him about herself. Her name was Lina, she was 14 and had been brought here to Halfgard 2 years ago. She had never done it with a man, but of course watched very often while fucking, because young Halfgard girls were only allowed to masturbate because it was proper. She and a boy of the same age had been kidnapped by a female warrior and a male warrior at the moment when they wanted to take them to a brothel. The warrior had knocked down the people from the brothel with a single punch, Lina wanted to become such a warrior since then.

During the 12 hour journey, the warrior fucked often with her companion and the boy, his name is Yannick, had become very greedy and of course wanted to fuck Lina. But she did not let him fuck her, because that would have been very dishonorable. Yannick masturbated and taught her too. The adult warriors nodded encouragement as she learned to masturbate Yannick's cock. She had to masturbate too, of course, and was allowed to press herself against Yannick's body and cock, she always did. The warriors were very pleased with the two children and she masturbated herself and Yannick in one go until they arrived in Halfgard. She worked in the palace, currently in the laundry. So, that was her story.

He asked Lina if she wanted to be deflowered lying on her back, but she shook her blonde mane. That, he said, was the degrading position that only human women loved. He nodded in agreement, Lina lay on top of him and they cuddled and kissed for a long time. Lina straightened up, saying she was ready. He helped her to put his cock in her vaginal entrance. Lina closed her eyes and drove the cock through her hymen with a quick jerk. She smiled happily and kissed him on the mouth. She fucked him Half–girl style and quickly orgasmed. He clawed his fingers into her back fur and squirted like mad. She kissed him again when the squirting stopped, then continued to fuck him, earning orgasm after orgasm.

At about midnight, Lea came and lay with them. It took Lina a few more minutes before she orgasmed. She slid off him, gathered her cloak and said, "Thank you, Commander, and thank you, Mistress!" then scurried out. Lea saw his erection and sat on him. She fucked him voraciously and made him squirt. As they lay side by side, she narrated.

An old hunter, already at the end of his life, had gone mad. He had stabbed a hunter in a quarrel and had taken an 11–year–old girl hostage. He held his bloody knife to the child's neck and screamed to be let escape into the forest. But the hunters would not let him. He was completely mad and confused. He held the girl by the back fur and pressed his cock on her ass. He ordered her to stretch her ass backward toward him and reach between her legs and insert his cock herself. The girl didn't obey until he grabbed her by the back fur at the nape of her neck.

Crying, she obeyed and he deflowered her with a single jerk. She cried out and stuck her ass all the way out so he wouldn't hurt her. He fucked her from behind grinning, the terrible hunting knife in his hand and the others couldn't stop him. They gawked stupidly as he spurted. The screaming went on for more than two hours. The madman fucked the girl without pulling out his cock in the two hours. He was squirting into the girl again with a stupid grin when Lea arrived. The girl whimpered pitifully and he was still in her vagina. By then Lea had had enough. She took off her vest and loincloth and stepped naked in front of the man. She told him to look closely at her, that she was the Queen and First Judge. She told him he had murdered a man and there was only one punishment for that, death. The old man stared dumbfounded and with bloodshot eyes as she solemnly said she hereby sentenced him to death.

She snatched the wailing girl from him and stepped very close to him. If anything, he should fuck a grown woman, she screamed. She grabbed his gray mane and pulled him to her. "Fuck me, you coward, you child fucker!" she yelled at him, shoving his cock into her vagina. "Fuck me!" she screamed. He tore open his eyes and mouth and fucked her, fucked his Queen, fucked his judge. He fucked as fast as he could and squirted endlessly. He was done, but she wouldn't let him go, holding his still stiff cock with her vagina. She grabbed him by the long gray mane, calmly took the knife from his hand and cut his throat. With an ugly sound on his lips his cock slid out of her vagina as he fell to the ground.

They lay side by side in silence for a long time. She had known him well, she said into the silence, he was a good man and a hardworking hunter. She could not understand why he had suddenly gone mad. But that happened sometimes. She buried her face against his armpit and wept silently. He stroked her back fur soothingly. Stroking her back fur calmed her instantly. She told him to tell her about his trip. He told everything truthfully, that Irenea had argued with him because he didn't want to squirt. He fucked the old girl only because she needed it for better orgasms, but it didn't make him so horny that he had to squirt. The old woman drank the mulberry brandy like water, so it was not surprising that she masturbated as much as a young Half–girl. He actually didn't like that she didn't tell Wengin everything honestly, that would be only fair. But the human women . . he left the sentence unfinished, but Lea understood. That wouldn't be her way either, Lea said, and he knew it. When he wasn't around, her people were allowed to screw her, Budicca had instituted it that way, and that was just fine with her. Only she couldn't fuck the 12 year olds as well as Budicca, maybe she was just too impatient. If a boy was clumsy, she threw him out of bed and ordered her maids to teach the lad.

"And," asked Lea, "how was it with Lina?" He told it in detail, the girl was all right. She had deflowered herself and fucked him wonderfully. He had to thank, the untouched virgin had fucked him perfectly and even made him squirt! He smiled, Lina was a great girl and eagerly wished to become a female warrior. Lea nodded, she knew it and when she was a little older they would train her.

At breakfast, Lea told of the old legends from Halfgard's founding days. Over 35 years ago, 6 groups, 120 Halfs, had gone south to explore the area. They had never been heard from again. She had been approached by two of the original members who had already turned back after two days to bring home an injured man. They wanted to investigate one last time at the end of their lives. After all, the Halfs were only on foot or horseback; no one needed gliders. But perhaps they could go with the commander . . .?

Pan took a realistic approach. The old glider was no good for this, so he would have to take a modern glider with a long range. He might have to refuel the glider here in Halfgard, but that probably wasn't a problem. He discussed the plan with Lea in detail, it should be feasible in his opinion. The two old men should be accompanied by two young warriors or hunters. Rather hunters, they could read tracks, maybe that was important. He wanted to start in 4 weeks, before midsummer. Lea agreed, her people would appreciate that.

The next morning, the technicians loaded a large crate into the glider. There were 5,000 collars for the human women, and Lea said the collars were beautiful handiwork, but they also had a hidden function. The tiny, beautifully cut crystal worked better than the mulberry brandy and spurred the women's desire and enjoyment. Human women, not gonnies or halfs. Pan had to grin, the women will snatch it from his hand, but the general would not be happy. He thanked for the gift, he would be back in 4 weeks. Then he flew to Wengin's house.

The two lay fucking in the shallow water and looked up briefly when he landed. He sat down in front, drank fruit juice, smoked and watched the two until they finished fucking. Wengin looked briefly at the box and laughed, saying the development of the crystal had given his engineers many hours of pleasurable fucking with the test women. The two men laughed. They ate a small snack, then he set off with Irenea. He headed through the dense forest to the first waypoint. Even on the way home he did not squirt, but enjoyed Irenea's masturbation. After a good 6 hours, he delivered her to Pozzebon and continued on to the base.

As expected, the brigadier general was not pleased, the commander brought civilian trinkets and nothing of military use. Pan nodded, so it was, but little could be done to influence what the Half–raiders captured. The general allowed himself to be told at length about the Half–groups, and Pan could effortlessly chant down his web of lies. The general was satisfied and pulled out his checkbook; 2,000 credits was not too much. Pan handed over the glider and let the general think about how he wanted to distribute the collars. The came to the conclusion to sell it in the military warehouse. He rubbed his hands together, he wanted to do the business himself. Pan suspected it, but it was not important. He begrudged the general the few credits, for he was one of the few who did not otherwise enrich themselves.

Binara and Fyy welcomed him with a wonderful barbecued chicken. It was one of the big birds bred on the north coasts especially for the townspeople. He was full, comfortably full, and drank his cognac in the library. Fyy had informed him that there was nothing of substance to report. He went to bed with the girls. He didn't fuck Fyy very often then and was excited to fuck her now. When he stopped, exhausted, Binara told him how nice the nights with the android girl were. Binara was now quite sure that she was not a lesbian. They had masturbated together quite a bit and Fyy had taught her to fuck her. Clit to clit, it was truly an orgasmic pleasure. Binara wondered if many women did that? and Fyy knew the answer, only 4% of women had bisexual sex, because even the few real lesbians had to let men fuck them. And of these 4%, at most 10% made sex clit to clit, so there were not very many. Fyy had her fucked quite often with a virtual cock without damaging her hymen. She fucked the android girl as if Fyy had a cock. She whooped with each orgasm and hugged the older sister she got to fuck so wonderfully, as if it were real. This increased her anticipation for her 12th birthday, it was only a month away. He allowed Binara to continue fucking Fyy, with virtual cock and clit to clit, but she would have to masturbate diligently until the birthday, it was proper for a good Half–girl. He stroked the girls long and fell asleep.

Dominatrix Lan did not invite him to fuck so often anymore, she worked diligently and with good success on her ministerial post. She collected all the mistakes of the incumbent minister and talked them through openly and frankly with Pan. He had to agree with her, as even he, as a non‐police officer, acknowledged half of the mistakes. The dominatrix rarely fucked anyone at this time and nearly ate the poor commander with her hungry cunt. He was the only one she could depend on, she often said, and he acted very flattered. He did not trust this woman over the way. He enjoyed her masterful cooking, her masterful fucking, and all the information she divulged or he read in her head.

He visited Irenea and Pozzebon, of course he had brought the biggest steaks to grill. He gave them the checks for 1,000 credits each and discussed the next trip with them, it would last 8 or 9 days this time. Pozzebon made a note of the times, as the two had been busy drinking the mulberry brandy. He asked them if he could film them fucking, it would be the currency with which he could pay for his projects. They giggled like convent schoolgirls and he filmed the fucking in close–up for 3 hours, then he flew home.

Isegrim had been summoned before the generals, he and Ben had to be present as assessors and give their opinion. Isegrim had been ambushed by the Tali with his patrol. The patrol had dropped their pants and were fucking some Tali. Suddenly, about 30 Tali broke out of the ambush and attacked them. He and his men fought back and drove off the warrior women, leaving 11 dead Tali behind. The Tali council of elders had run to the archbishop and vehemently demanded satisfaction. The generals had to investigate the incident.

The fat generals with their fat pig asses had not patrolled in years. Some of their performance ideas were so off the mark that Ben and he rolled their eyes in exasperation. In the end, the two were able to write a final report that confirmed the patrol's actions were military lawful. He sat with Ben and Isegrim in the officers' mess for a long time, and they washed down the bad aftertaste with some proper whiskey. He flew home richly illuminated and lay drunkenly with Binara and Fyy. He fucked Fyy with much relish and watched the girls fuck, clit to clit and with the invisible cock. He almost sobered up in the process and fucked Fyy again because the girls' fucking had made him quite horny.

Four weeks of normal duty, routine except for the thing with Isegrim. Three times Lan called him to fuck. He could read in her mind that she had no one to fuck at the moment and masturbated very little. The child Prince – who on earth named their child Prince? – was going through all the usual teething troubles and handicapped her greatly. But she entertained Pan with choice delicacies and choice wines, for she knew what was proper. She clung to him like a drowning woman and breathed her orgasms tremblingly into his ear. He said nothing of the memory stick with the 3 hour fucking of Irenea and Pozzebon, he held that back for an appropriate time. It wasn't until after midnight that he gondolaed home in a glider.

He came very quietly, so as not to wake Binara. Fyy knew that he had squandered his seed with the dominatrix and did not want to fuck. She reported that she had fucked with Binara and she supervised that she masturbated diligently afterwards. They whispered in the library and he passed on everything Lan knew to Fyy. "Just take care, young master" she said, for she distrusted the dominatrix very much. She wanted to watch that he was not tricked, surprised or used.

The brigadier told him in confidence that he was in on the sale of the collars. He felt pretty bad about it, but Pan reassured him. First, the salary was not famous and the general had contributed his to get the military new equipment. Secondly, other generals were brazenly stealing from armament projects and Pan named names and sums. He did not need to burden his conscience, he appeased. But he had actually come to go on a special mission for a week or 8 days, he said. He lied close to the truth, he would go with a friendly half group to visit some scattered other groups. The halfs insisted. The brigadier general understood, entered the special mission and he went to the stuffmaster.

He got a modern glider with two trailers and had his gonnies load the books into the trailers, saying goodbye to Conara and Binara for a good week. Fyy nodded, she would take care of them. He checked the glider and trailer for bugs and flew off, picking up Irenea and racing to the first waypoint. The glider indicated no pursuers, no drones. Irenea didn't ask about the books and trailers, he wouldn't have answered anyway. She was glad for the air conditioning and took off her clothes anyway. He grinned and lowered the couches. The glider didn't fly at full throttle, the old booze hound masturbated for 6 hours and he fucked her without squirting. He brought her safely to Wengin's house by the lake and they had a snack before he flew to Halfgard.

Lea had the books unloaded, he unhitched the trailers, and the engineers fitted the refueling equipment. They would be ready no later than tomorrow morning, they said, and will fill up the glider. He freshened up briefly and went to dinner with Lea. After dinner they sat down in the bar and Lea introduced him to the two old men, Tan and Pik, and two young hunters, Tark and Manu. Manu was a young woman, but apparently she had a good reputation. Tan and Pik chattered incessantly and told everything they remembered. The huntress and the hunter listened attentively as did Pan and Lea. Only Lea drank liquor, the others fruit juice, for they all wanted to go sober.

Lea did not challenge him much this night, he had to get up early and steer by hand all day. At the first rays of the sun, she woke him up. His 4 companions had come for breakfast and all of them were busy. The maids stowed boxes of provisions in the glider, which had already been refueled that evening. The hunters had state–of–the–art hunting rifles, Tan and Pik only their walking sticks. They were both older than 60. The engineers had installed a camera, it filmed automatically and turned off at night. The footage was a very valuable addition to the glider's route guidance. Five of them had plenty of room in the spacious six–seater. Off they flew.

Pan didn't just rely on the glider's electronic devices; he used a tried–and–true tactic. He climbed to a good 200 meters to guess the likely route, then sank as low as he could and flew the route at low altitude. Manu had an excellent feel for the presumed route, recognizing it faster than the electronics. He felt vindicated because Manu was obviously the leader of the group. For two days they found only the ancient trail, Manu and Tark got out more often and examined the trail. They were sure that they were on the right track.

After dinner, Manu asked if she should fuck him. He declined with thanks; he could do without sex for the week. Tark and Manu were obviously partners and fucked wildly before going to sleep. Pan took the first watch and woke Tark at midnight. There was nothing to report except the distant howling of wild dogs or hyenas. The second night they camped in a clearing that had apparently been used as a campsite by the Halfs over 30 years ago; there were clear signs of a several–day rest. He took over the first watch again, now the pack of wild dogs and hyenas had come threateningly close. He switched on the electric fence within a radius of about 500 meters and the angry yelping could be heard when an animal received an electric shock.

On the third day, they found two more campsites littered with bones of the Halfs. The animals had apparently dug up the buried ones again and eaten the flesh. Tark and Manu examined everything closely and said there had been a fierce fight with the wild dogs; about 40 Halfs had perished. Tan and Pik sat down in the glider and wept bitterly. But they wanted to continue following the tracks, even if all they found were bones. They drove a good distance and spent the night under the protection of the electric fence. The yelping of the wild dogs was unbearable as their rush for the morsels sleeping in and around the glider failed.

On the fourth day they came to the end of the jungle. In front of them was the ocean. They found the last campsite on the coast, just a few bones. The trees around the site had been cut down. The Halfs were not seafaring people, but it seemed that they had built boats or rafts. If you added up the bone finds so far, there were 40 to 50 Halfs still alive here. Here, too, there had been fights with the wild dogs, and here, too, the animals had dug up and eaten the bodies. Pan climbed up in the glider and looked at the coast and the ocean. Manu agreed with him, the Halfs had left the coast. He spotted an island 40 kilometers away. While he thought little of Manu's suggestion to go to the island, they flew. The island was barren and uninhabited, with no animals to be seen. The southern half was covered with snow, and in the far distance they could see the southern ice country covering the entire polar cap. They flew up and down the entire coast.

Pan winced as the electronics reported signs of life. The 4 Halfs stuck their noses to the windows as he flew toward them. "Three life signs," he said with a pounding pulse, bringing the glider down. A dozen or so dilapidated shacks. Three raggedly clad ghosts moved toward the glider with unsteady steps. The 4 halfs jumped out before he had even parked properly. They ran toward the three figures. Tak and Manu held their rifles at the ready.

Tan and Pik were gesticulating wildly to the three, speaking an outdated dialect of Gonnie, and Pan was having trouble following the conversation. Manu went to the glider and got provisions. She had realized that the three were starving. Pan warned her to give the poor people only small amounts, they would eat themselves to death. Gradually they sat around the fire that Tak had lit. Then they listened to the three.

At the coast, some 50 Halfs had arrived, still alive after fighting wild dogs and hyenas. Back, through the deadly pack or forward, across the water to the island. They built three rafts and headed for the island. A few hundred yards from the island, the wind became a gale storm, the storm a hurricane. The rafts were smashed, the castaways swam and waded to shore. 10 people were drowned, 41 came to the island, one young woman and 40 men. The green island was not forested as expected, but it was green mossy stones. No tree, no bush, no animal bigger than a mouse. The desperate ate mice, they found shelter in small caves. There was a kind of lagoon where they could catch fish and sea creatures by hand in the knee–deep water. They lived on this for the next 35 years, making clothes out of fish skin and sitting sorrowfully on the beach. Overcoming the sea was impossible.

Many committed suicide or died. The corpses were left to the current. The young girl Fan was the only ray of hope. Although she had an injured leg, she let all 40 men fuck her every day, in the supine position, since she could not sit on top like the Half–girls. One had no mulberry brandy, of course, but Fan's fire burned in her ass day and night and the grateful men gave her the finest treats. Fan was so cheerful and full of physical love that she kept many from gloomy thoughts and from committing suicide. But over the years, all but them had died. Fan lived with the three of them for the last few years and had also died months ago, but she let the men fuck her until her last breath.

Pan declared the mission over. They had to move, but they all had room. He flew full throttle nonstop to Halfgard, 22 hours. They were greeted with cheers and shouts of joy, the three survivors had to tell their story a hundred times. Again and again the people wanted to hear how heroically the girl Fan let herself be fucked day and night by all, all men. The survivors understood instantly and embellished their stories with flowery sexual details. The councilors decided to name the hitherto nameless square in southern Halfgard "Square of the Lovely, Affectionate Fan."

Pan was too exhausted to listen to all that again and slept a whole day. Lea woke him up with kisses and they fucked until lunch. He enjoyed the venison and pheasant legs, the first real meal in a week. Lea took him to the engineers, they gave him two newly developed cannons. They were better than anything the military had. The cannons were used in pairs, they could be used in space as well as on the planet, something the current ones could not do. They had sophisticated electronics and targeting that far surpassed the Bangurel ones. And, they were smaller and lighter, which was not unimportant. The only downer was that this steel was only made by Valuria, but Pan didn't worry about that. He was sure his general would click his tongue, and he wondered if he could collect 10 or 12,000 gold coins.

The night with Lea was beautiful. He could fully engage with her, which he couldn't do with the dominatrix. She fucked wonderfully too, but the need to pay attention spoiled the full enjoyment. He buried his hands in Lea's magnificent back fur and fucked her lovingly and lightheartedly. She kissed him awake for breakfast.

He thanked the engineers for filling up the glider, but drained half again so as not to make the stuffmaster wonder. Surely the nomadic Halfs in the woods didn't have solar power plants!? He transferred the records and routes from the glider to them and then had them erased. It was nothing unusual for the electronics to stutter or stop working altogether. After breakfast, he flew off, to Wengin's house on the lake.

He had announced himself and Wengin welcomed him with delicious grilled fish. He drank fruit juice on the porch after lunch and listened to the two of them retire for a goodbye fuck. Irenea didn't bother anymore and climbed naked into the glider. He thanked Wengin again for the double gun and flew carefully through the dense jungle.

He did not care that she was diligently drinking her mulberry brandy and impatiently plucking her clit. At the waypoint, he put the glider on track and lowered the seatback. She braced her soles against the panoramic roof and masturbated for 6 hours. He fucked her without squirting and kept up his erection, which was a good exercise. He delivered her to Pozzebon, telling her to stay with him for a night or two to make his story believable. Pozzebon laughed, he had been eating meat for two for a week and gave him 4 steaks to take home. He left the two to their desire and flew to the base. The general was waiting for him in the armory and he handed over the double gun. The astonishment was great. He had found the dusty cannons in a hiding place and haggled over the price for a very long time. One of the robbers understood the technique and gave him a hard time haggling, but had explained the cannons to him.

The technicians immediately understood what he had captured and made the general understand. The General was quickly convinced that it was a military stroke of luck and immediately ordered the most detailed technical investigation. He followed the general to his office. The General proudly told him that he had bought a riding horse and had fulfilled his heart's desire. Pan had never ridden a horse before and thought it was a waste of time, but he looked at the photos, it really was a beautiful animal. It didn't take much to make the general happy, and quite easy to get 15,000 credits. He still went to the officers' mess to see Isegrim and Ben. He told them about the visits to the Halfs and explained in detail how the new guns worked. They understood and congratulated him on having made such a rich haul.

No sooner was he home, letting Fyy and Binara tell him everything, than Lan called in, saying he had to come right away, that it was important. He rolled his eyes in exasperation, but then he did call a glider and flew to the dominatrix. She greeted him as if they had not seen each other for many years. He read her mind, she hadn't fucked or masturbated since his last visit. He smiled kindly as she let him fuck her greedily before dinner. The servants stood motionless in the background waiting to serve the food. Lan took no notice of them, and neither did he. Then they sat down to the banquet table. Lan sent the girls away.

She had done it. She was able to convince the Dominas in the government that she would be a better police minister. She didn't need to present any evidence, no dirty laundry. Even the incompetent police minister herself voted for the change. Lan knew why. The minister had discovered her special ways to fuck and that was more important to her than the office. The ceremonial appointment would take place in the next few days, once they had crushed the rebellious Tali. He listened up, Fyy had not reported on this yet, he had left too quickly to fuck the dominatrix. Lan reported in detail about the friction with the Tali, there were many dead Tali and also some policemen, but it was not that bad. They would soon imprison the Tali leadership, that was it. He kept his opinion to himself, because he disagreed.

She asked him flatly if it was true about the new kind of cannons. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Attention. She must have good contacts in the military, though, he said, and she smiled smugly. He gave her word for word the same story as the general. She nodded with a smile when he finished. She even knew exactly how much he had paid for it, 20,000 credits, which he had withdrawn in gold in advance. "I wonder if I paid too much," he asked, and she shrugged. That's for the military to decide; she understood very little about it. He babbled perfunctorily about the guns and military relevance. Finally, he dropped that the general had only paid 15,000. She was welcome to check that too, he grinned. Lan promised to reimburse him the remaining 5,000 from the state treasury.

To the quiet delight of her servants, who of course were again watching in the background, she let him fuck her really hard until midnight. She was satisfied and let him fly home. Binara was already fast asleep and he was whispering with Fyy in the library. She gave him a much more accurate picture of the confrontation with the Tali. It had long since ceased to be confined to the northern coastal areas. In many manors, and even here in the capital, Tali were gathering together, raping gonnie women and sometimes raising their hands against the mistress. The masters had to kill some Tali because they openly rebelled. If it went on like this, an open revolt was to be feared. Purely from the numbers, the humans were outnumbered, a good 250 million humans, 125 million Gonnies and Halfs, and a little over a million Tali. Still, an uprising would be a bloody slaughter. They whispered for a long time until he tiredly went to bed.

Two days later, Domina Ileana's ceremonial induction as Minister of Police was broadcast on all channels. He had a congratulatory telegram sent to her through Fyy. She called him in the early evening, he was prepared for it and went to see her. She was out of her mind and he was amazed to find out that her telepathic abilities had diminished rapidly since birth. This was amazing because many telepaths did not experience this until after the age of 50. Lan was only 29 like him, but he had not read anywhere if childbirth had such an effect. He read her mind carefully and it was true, she had only been fucking him for weeks, she had even stopped masturbating for her efforts. He discovered a beautiful rose garden inside her where she lay fused to him. This girl was in love with him, and how! She loved him with the same fervor as her father, who had been her one and only lover for the first 27 years of her life. He had died over two years ago and he recognized Lan's great sadness and her sexual longing for him. And now he had shown up, she had let him into her heart completely. She had thought more and more about letting him impregnate her. Only her new job held her back.

He would not for a moment disregard caution. But it warmed his heart, it was the first time a girl or woman had fallen in love with him. He had never been seriously in love before and that was a little strange. He was not in love with Lan and he knew he had to be careful and never trust her fully. Infatuation came and went ruthlessly, he knew that. Somehow he thought it strange of her to let herself be fucked in the presence of her maids – not that it bothered him. But he didn't know any other woman who let herself be fucked in the presence of the maids, that was all.

A feast was laid out, the likes of which he hadn't even seen at Ben and Lia's. She had a very special wine served, it had been her father's favorite. He made a toast to her old man and kissed her on the lips before he drank. Tears glistened in her eyes, if he could see that now! She was at the highest level she had aimed for and was now drinking to her father's health. She told about the beautiful sex and her father's love until the end of the meal. They ate sweets, drank cognac and he smoked with relish, they talked about her future in the ministry, the things she wanted to tackle and how she wanted to develop her relationship with the clergy. This is where he hooked in. He despised the clergy and was annoyed at how much influence the clergy had on society as a whole, it didn't taste good to him.

Lan was convinced that she could ride the tiger. She had the clergy in the bag, at least if she could get her act together to fuck Archbishop Torx again.

Pan looked at her questioningly. That wouldn't be a problem, he interjected. She had been in the bishop's arms many times before, the bishop himself had told him.

Lan did not answer.