Different Planet Ch. 38

The crack of the whip planted a neat horizontal welt across the woman's pink pussylips. Haly had relaxed her strike a little, not wanting to damage the tender inner tissue. She didn't draw blood this time, but still heard a satisfying cry.

"I p-promise I'll wear my panties and behave be good Ma'am d-dress properly not like a slutty!" The words tumbled out as she struggled to keep her voice baby-girl soft and trembly.

Haly handed the whip back to Yolanda. Gene relaxed; it really was a very tense scene! But then Haly unbuttoned the crotch of her trousers and Gene saw what it was the not-slutty baby-girl had been reaching for before Haly had turned her around and bent her over to administer punishment.

Under her trousers, Haly had strapped on an artificial penis of impressive size. Gene looked back at the "little girl's" chubby, rounded arse and spread thighs. The pink of her open vaj glistened now, even in the dim light of the club. Her pussylips were so damp a trickle of her natural lubricant was oozing out to mingle with drops of blood from the whip cuts. Haly's chastisement had been brief, but the girl was properly ready.

Unless... no, after Haly teased her a little, stroking the head of the rubber cock against the girl's pulsating (but bone-dry) anal pucker, she decided after half a minute to choose the pink door. When she thrust her hips roughly, hilting herself rubber balls-deep, Gene heard a satisfyingly girlish squeal of delight.

"With nothing on under her skirts," Haly said, drawing back and thrusting again, harder, "She's ready right away," another thrust, "Don't have to make her drop her panties." Another thrust, faster now, coaxing out girlish gasps and moans, "Pity though, I like watching those innocent white knickers drop down her thighs, down to snuggle around her ankles." Haly sounded so casual, didn't seem to be experiencing any sexual excitement at all as her hips increased their pace.

"Ma'am," the girl panted, "It's so -- UH! -- big and so -- AH! -- hard, it's going to make me CUM!" That last word was practically shouted.

"That's good, dear," Haly said, far too calmly for someone making love, pumping the rubber cock even harder. Under her babydoll dress, the woman's heavy breasts were swinging violently.

"Y-yes, Ma'am," she choked out, "M-may I cum for you, M-Ma'am?"

"Of course dear," Haly said evenly, "You know how It pleases me when you cum."

Whether the girl heard or not was debatable, she was by now so far gone, shouting I PROMISE I'LL BE A GOOD LITTLE GIRL! and groaning agoodlittlegirlcummingforhermummy and shouting M-MA'AM-M-MY-CUM-GOOD-GIRLCUM-FOR-YOUUUUUUNNNGGKK!! as she shook and spasmed and finally went limp, breathing hard, hands losing their hold on the wall, tears and blood dripping. Haly had to put her arms around the girl and hold her so she didn't collapse at her feet.

She waited a good long while before leaning back, the strapon dildo -- still hard as it was when it went in, because it wasn't a used-up male organ -- sliding out lazily with a soft, wet sucking sound.

"Ohh," the girl whispered with a shiver, "It makes me feel so empty when you take it away!"

"Don't complain," Haly said, in the same even, unemotional voice, "Or I'll fill your other hole with it." The girl started to protest weakly. Haly continued, "It's so wet and sloppy now, it'll slide right in easy!

"P-please!" the girl begged. Haly had to pick her up now, lifting her off the ground in her arms and carrying her away effortlessly. Where, Gene couldn't tell. He was surprised how strong she was. The erect rubber penis rubbed the girl's buttocks and back as Haly walked.

"After all that," Yolanda said, rubbing her own buttocks in sympathy, "The girl won't be wearing panties anyway, until her bottom recovers!"

The rest of Gene's shift mopping up gave him the chance to watch numerous scenes acted out and meet quite a few patrons of the establishment. Indeed, he was surprised how many women were friendly and welcoming, though he was merely an employee, not a paying customer. Even though they made it clear up front that their intimate interests were exclusively devoted to other women, they would talk with him, thank him courteously for helping them with any little thing or tidying up after the little messes they might make.

Quite a few were visibly pregnant, even the ones putting on performances as brutal as the whipping Haly so enjoyed inflicting on her middle-aged "babygirl." The imperative to grow the population was still strong among the colonists, and a woman who wouldn't permit a man's penis anywhere near the treasure box between her legs would still do her duty.

How many of these women, Gene wondered, wore strapons like Haly, but equipped with special reservoirs inside the rubber testicles they could fill with semen? Then he realized he hadn't looked that carefully, hadn't seen if there was an opening at the tip of the lifelike rubber penis. He had noticed Haly reaching down under with a free hand, once, but had thought that was only to touch the Babygirl, teasing her clit or something.

Had she squeezed her rubber testicles, squirted a warm jet of harvested male semen into her babygirl's vaj, touching off her tearful, bloody orgasms? Looking around the room again, at the swelling bellies of pregnant revelers, he thought of where all that semen might have come (cum!) from. Could one of them have orgasmed like Haly's babygirl, filled with a ration of his very own semen? Semen the docents had extracted from him mere days ago at the Milking Barn?

For that matter, where had the semen in Haly's organ come from... if it had been equipped to inseminate... he still wasn't sure...

Some action was even rougher than the treatment Haly put her little girl through. The piercing table was where his cleaning and sanitizing services were called on most frequently. Square, of dark wood -- Yolanda claimed it was real wood, either brought from Old Earth at colossal expense, or grown for centuries in specialist biodomes -- with four benches around it, the table was pockmarked with needle and nail holes and mottled with stains from blood and other bodily fluids that never quite came out, no matter how they were scrubbed with disinfectant. It was set up near a wall with a video screen. Did they project the scene there for the whole club to watch?

Right now, it was showing a football match, one that must have been played on Old Earth, or some other planet where people could live under an open sky, blue with white clouds. The pitch was real grass, the young women's feet churned up mud as they ran, passed and kicked the ball. Their uniforms were form-fitting and tight. The camera lingered on the curves of their buttocks, the nipple bumps and cameltoes, panting mouths and flying hair. When one jumped to head the ball, her breasts bounced, and the camera caught every ripple.

Three women were standing by the piercing table, watching the game. Two wore shiny black latex bodysuits. One was nude, with a chain collar. She wasn't much older than the players on the screen, but curvy, fleshy, with long blonde hair and pale skin. "I've seen this one," she said to her companions, "It almost looks like a real match, but then the camera follows the winning team into the locker room and the showers. The girls celebrate so very passionately!"

"We'll put you over here," said her companions, leading her over to the side of the table opposite the video screen, "You can watch the rest of the match while we pierce your nipples for the Mistress. The girl shivered, her breasts jiggling, her nipples stiffening, as the other girl in black latex set a large case down on the table, opened it and began taking tools out.