Mendaci 2

When we eventually got to Mars, I had to go through the immigration controls, which meant showing the paperwork for the cargo and for Lana. I was a little frustrated, as I knew that the new Fold drives would have got me there in hours, not days. Still, at least we were there and hadn't fallen foul of pirates. The cargo guy at the Mars spaceport looked at me with a strange look in his eye.

"Centauran?" He asked. He had caught a glimpse of Lana even though she had tried to keep out of sight. It's a bit difficult for someone with bright blue skin to hide.

"Yes, sort of; she is actually Mendaci." I replied, trying to suppress my sigh at the inevitability of the question. I was probably going to get this everywhere except on Alpha C itself. Mendaci were a tribe from Alpha C, not the dominant tribe but a tribe nonetheless.

"Indentured, I saw the ring?"

"Well, yes, but I plan to get that cancelled as soon as I can; I just need a few more trips so that I can afford the cancellation fees."

"I have heard that they rock in bed; fuck like the whores in New Vegas."

"Oh, well, she is crew, so that would probably be inappropriate."

"Send her to me and I'll let you know."

"I don't think so, you know. Well, I mean, I don't know if she is clean, if you know what I mean."

I had to be careful not to piss the cargo manager off; I still need my manifest loading. I was taking a load of mining tools to Betelgeuse. Essential jewels for the laser, and I was going to make half the profit I needed to get the indenture cancelled. If I pissed the cargo guy off, then I might find my cargo late in loading. Using indentured for matters of pleasure was pretty standard, and it was expected that they be shared.

"Oh God," he said, "fucking alien germs are the worst; local doctors don't have what is needed to cure alien shit."

"Exactly, best steer clear. If you can get me loaded, then I can get her away from here."

"Too right, you're next. Be about three hours."

"Brilliant, mate, thank you."

Lana was an indentured slave that I had bought at an auction to save her from being killed and harvested. Being indentured meant that she wore a ring around her neck that caused her pain if her owner pressed buttons on the remote control. How much pain depended on what buttons the owner pressed. She had basically been sold as a slave by her parents at some point in her past. The ring meant that she did as she was told, or she suffered.

I hated that, and although, as her new owner, I could take the ring off her, by law, she had to wear the ring when she was in public. I had spent some time searching and had found how, with tools that I hadn't got, to neutralise the ring, so that basically it was just a collar. One of the things that I wanted to get whilst we were in dock was the necessary tools. I just hoped that they weren't stupidly expensive.

Lana had a troubled past. I did not know the details; it seems her previous owner had won her in a game of Rigellian Poker and had simply used her for his personal pleasure, never caring about her or her needs, until eventually she rebelled and he sold her for scrap. Apart from her blue skin and antennae on her forehead, she would pass for a human.

I grabbed Lana; she had been standing in the air lock, keeping out of the way, and I took her to the main concourse. There were cafes and shops, none of which I could realistically afford, but at least we could roam around and waste some time until we were ready to go. We wandered along the concourse; the smells of all the cooking stalls mingled together to make a pungent but sweet aroma.

"Can I try that?" Lana asked, pointing at a spicy tofu stall run by an Earth guy. He looked Mexican, but, these days, who could tell? I had heard tales that cyborgs were now being developed that had very human looks and characteristics.

"It is spicy hot; you may not like it," I replied with a laugh in my voice.

"I won't know until I try," she said. "Please?"

I chuckled and went across to the vendor. "One please," I said.

"Hot or volcano, signor?" the vendor asked.

"Oh, just hot, I think. If it isn't hot enough, we can always try the volcano later."

The vendor tipped the marinated tofu onto a bed of rice in a small cardboard box and passed it over. I handed him 5 credits and turned away, passing the box to Lana along with the two wooden chopsticks that came with the tofu.

"What are these?" Lana asked, holding the chopsticks.

"They are to eat with," I said, taking them from her and showing her how they worked by stealing a piece of her tofu and putting it into her mouth. She smiled, and then she chewed, and then her mouth stopped. Her eyes stared and looked as if they were about to leave her head. Her antenna wiggled, and then she swallowed.

I thought that I had gone too far. I should have warned her about chilli spice and how it could, as it appeared to have just happened, blow your head off.

"Wow, I mean, just wow, that is incredible, and I mean, bloody incredible; that is the best thing I have ever eaten. What is it?"

Well, colour me pink; I expected her to struggle with the spice, most aliens did. "That is a spice from Earth; it is called chilli."

"It is delicious; I want more and more. It makes me funny."

"What do you mean funny?"

"I am tingling inside, down there. I want you. I want you to fuck me, and I want you to fuck me now."

Jesus, well, that is not a side effect of chilli that I had ever heard of. If that was the effect it had on Centauri girls, every Earth man that knew it would be shipping it to Alpha C by the shipload. I wondered if I ought to diversify and open a chilli shop on Alpha C.

"Well, we can't do that in a restaurant; we will have to wait until we get back to the ship."

She pulled a face and carried on eating; her use of the chopsticks was awkward, but she managed to get most of the food into her mouth, her face beaming as she ate. By the time she had finished, Lana was bouncing up and down on the seat, her eyes sparkling and her hands opening and closing, her fingers clutching air.

"We have to have some of that on the spaceship," she said, her eyes boring into mine.

"Okay, but first we need to get the tools I need for your neck ring. And remember, the more we spend, then the less I have available to get your indenture cancelled."

"That doesn't matter when I am with you; you keep me safe. No one else can use me."

"I don't use you, Lana, not like that."

"How do you know? How do you know that you are not influenced by me?"

"Because I felt the same before I rescued you as I do now." I hoped that was true; her antennae certainly did a number on me when they made contact, but, as far as I could remember, my thoughts haven't changed. Her antennae' effects only seemed to intensify sex during the moment of touching. There were, as far as I could tell, no lasting effects.

We carried on along the concourse until we found a shop that sold hardware. I enquired about the specific tools I needed. The vendor looked at me and then at Lana.

"So, you want to access her ring? Do you have her paperwork?" He asked with a sneer on his face.

"Yes, I have her paperwork; I am her owner. I just want to be able to do maintenance if it ever goes wrong." I had to be careful. In some jurisdictions, altering an indenture ring is illegal.

"Yes, of course, you do," he laughed and then went to a shelf behind him and took a small case and put it on the counter.

"Twenty-five credits," he said, "non-refundable."

Show me the tools," I said.

"I can't; they are sealed."

"Okay, thank you," I said, and pressing Lana's shoulder, I moved us to the door.

As we were opening the door, the vendor called us back.

"Okay. Come back."

I turned back to the counter and looked the vendor in the eyes and said nothing.

"Okay, okay," he said, and took the seal from the case and opened the lid. There were a variety of attachments and a small number of holders. It looked as if the tool kit would cover a variety of scenarios.

"Show me which one fits her neck ring," I said. I had no intention of buying a box of tools that didn't do what I needed.

He took one of the bits; it had a crescent profile, and he passed it to me. I offered it up to the small screw in Lana's ring; it fitted.

"Satisfied?" he asked.

"Twenty-five is too much," I replied. "I'll give you ten." And I took a ten credit note from my pocket.

"Fuck off, human." He said and closed the case.

I shrugged and turned to leave.

"Twenty," he said.

"Fifteen," I replied, "and that is it."

He held his hand out. I passed over the ten, took another five from my wallet, and as I handed it to him, I took the case in my hand. I wasn't completely naïve. I had the tool that I needed, and we left the shop.

"Do you have any money left for that spice, the chilli?" Lana asked.

"Yes, some," I replied, "but it eats into the funds I need to get rid of the indenture."

"That doesn't matter to me; you don't treat me like a slave, not like I used to be treated."

I shrugged, and we walked back towards the cargo dock. I had seen a shop that sold chilli and other vegetables and spices earlier, and I didn't want to stray too far away from the ship. These cargo docks can be quite lawless at times, and with Lana being indentured, some of the rougher types down here would see her as fair meat. In the shop that we had seen earlier, they sold seeds, dried chilli and fresh chilli.

There was a hydroponics setup on the ship that I had never used; perhaps we could make it work and grow some of the seeds ourselves. That would save us a deal of money going forward. I guessed that the dried seeds wouldn't be viable, and so I bought 5 credits' worth of fresh whole chilli; any seeds from them should work.

Back at the ship, they were just finishing loading the cargo; the words I had spoken earlier about how she was unclean seemed to have circulated, and the stevedores shied away as we approached. With Lana safely onboard, I went back to the cargo deck office and completed the paperwork. We were clear to leave.

Lana wasn't unclean, not in any way, but I wanted to deter the ruffians that frequented the docks from thinking she was fair game, and so I let them think that she was unclean.

When I was back on board and all the hatches were closed and the cargo secured, I got clearance to leave, and soon we were in orbit around Mars. The computer had programmed the drive with the coordinates for Betelgeuse. I pressed engage, and we were on our way.

I heard Lana approach, and as I was about to turn, I felt a sense of deep euphoria. She had pressed her antennae against me and was pouring everything she had into me. I could resist; I knew that, but I didn't. Why delay what was going to happen anyway? Why not enjoy it to the full?

"You must fuck me," she said, her hands reaching down to tug at my belt.

"Why must I?" I asked, turning to face her, my chair pivoting, her antennae maintaining contact with my skin, my enforced euphoria now tinged with desire.

"You poisoned me with your Earth spice; only your spunk in my pussy is an antidote."

"Is that a fact?" I replied, a slight doubt at the back of my mind.

"I need you to fill me."

"What about the rest of the poison that we have bought? Should I jettison it?"

"Do not. You must simply fuck me after every dose; it is simple."

I checked that the autopilot was engaged and that the proximity and collision sensors were active, and I stood up. As I stood, Lana's antennae broke contact, and the feeling of intense euphoria passed, but my desire to screw her did not. I took her hand and guided her to my bedroom. I suppose I should say 'our' bedroom; she hasn't used her own bunk since she boarded, sleeping instead in my bed with me.

In our room, Lana pulled away and pulled her flight suit open, her breasts tumbling from the gaping front. She did not wear a bra, as far as I knew, only human women wore bras, nor did she wear knickers. She pulled the garment off, kicking her foot out of the last leg, impatiently wanting to be naked.

It seems I was being too slow; I had undone my flight suit, but it was still on me, covering my shoulders and pretty much everything else. She tutted in frustration and pulled my suit down over my shoulders and to my ankles.

"Lift," she said, tapping my ankle. I raised my left ankle, and she pulled the suit clear, and then I swapped ankles, and she pulled the suit away, throwing it behind her.

My dick was straining forwards, my foreskin pulling back, revealing a little of the purple of my glans. I pushed Lana onto the bed and knelt between her ankles. She sat up and tried to grab me and pull me up; she simply wanted a fuck. That wasn't me; I wanted more. I pushed her arms away, and she fell back to lying on the mattress.

I leant forwards, opened my mouth, and sucked her blue clitoris inside, my tongue tracing patterns on it. Lana squealed. I took two fingers on my right hand and circled her pussy. Lana bucked on the bed, her desire almost overwhelming her. I began to seriously think about opening a chilli concession on Alpha C.

Her fingernails began digging into my shoulders, and I responded by pressing through her pussy entrance and into the depths of her hot, wet blue pussy. Her pussy walls quivered and began tightening on my fingers, but she was too wet to get any purchase, and my fingers slipped easily in and out, finger-fucking her, as I ate at her pussy buffet.

My unused fingers lay back across her fourchette, and as I moved in and out of her pussy, they pressed at her sphincter, slowly pressing deeper and deeper. She gasped, her arse winked, and I had two fingers in her arse and two in her pussy. I pressed harder and deeper, Lana rocking, her back arched clear of the bed, her fingernails now digging painfully into my back.

"Fuck me, for the elder's sake; fuck me," she cried.

I eased my fingers out of her body, I let her clitoris escape from my mouth, and I slowly edged upwards towards her face, my dick trailing along her leg until it got caught in her groin. Her hand grabbed my dick and pressed it against her pussy. I pushed.

"Fuck, yes, finally," she gasped, her heels pressing against my buttocks, as if in an effort to not allow me to leave. I flexed my dick, she gasped, and her fingernails were back on my shoulders, inflicting more pain. Her antennae waved and then pressed against my forehead, and I lost any semblance of control that I thought that I had.

"Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me good, fill me with your antidote."

I wasn't sure how serious she was about chilli being a poison, but the feelings of sheer pleasure that flowed through me made me eager to deliver. I eased back, my dick surrounded only by the pussy flaps at her opening, quivering, calling, wanting me back inside. I pushed, slowly lowering my hips, my dick easing back down her blue tunnel of pleasure, her fanny walls sucking at my dick.

As I pushed in, my foreskin seemed to stay at her opening, my glans revealing itself to her pussy, my rim scraping along her pussy walls, pushing her natural juices deep inside her. At her depth, I paused, she gulped, her fingernails dug deep into my shoulders, and I pulled back, and as my dick reached her exit, I reversed and slammed back in. A slap echoed around the bunk, my belly crashing against her mons. She gasped and laughed, and her pussy gurgled as I fucked her, fucking her to give her the antidote that she craved.

With a roar my balls emptied and my spunk filled her pussy and her womb, her alien womb bathed with millions of my swimmers, her shrieks as her orgasm hit almost deafening. Her pussy spasmed, trying to trap my dick, but she was too slick, too full of my spunk, and my dick was pushed out by her tightening pussy.

I rolled onto my side, my chest heaving as the aftermath of my own orgasm slowly receded. Lana chuckled and lay on her side looking at me. She ran a finger through her pussy and showed it to me, dripping with my white spunk, so white against the blue of her fingers.

"Perhaps," she said, "as the poison went down my throat, your medicine should too." She brought her finger to her mouth and sucked, cleaning the spunk and swallowing my white medicine.

"Perhaps, young lady," I said, "you should go to the fountain itself, not the splashes at the side."

She laughed and blew me a kiss; she was acting more like a lover than a slave ever would. I wondered where this would end up.

The Journey to Betelgeuse took us a week, a week during which I turned her slave ring into a piece of simple jewellery. By using the tools that I had bought to disable the electronics inside the ring. It was now a simple necklace. I didn't like her wearing it; it was too much of a reminder of her days before we met, but it had to be worn in public.

If an indentured slave were caught in public without her indenture ring, she would be terminated and her body incinerated. That was the law. I thought it was barbaric, but then I came from Earth, and we humans abandoned and banned slavery centuries ago. The galaxy thought itself civilised, yet it still allowed slavery. We humans thought differently.

Betelgeuse had gone supernova in Earth's twenty-first century, and all that was left was a fast-spinning pulsar that emitted lethal radiation from its poles. In orbit around its equator were a number of artificial worlds, and it was to one of those that we were headed. After the supernova had destroyed the sun and most of its system of planets, a huge mass of debris of valuable elements circled the pulsar.

These elements were very valuable, and that is why the mining corporations had built their artificial planets. These planets were now the bases for mining operations, powered by the energy from the pulsar. Mining ships scoured the region for the hugely valuable and profitable rare elements that are used in fusion drives that power the space ships of the galaxy.

There would be a diminishing need for them; Earth's new Fold Drive technology didn't use the rare elements, and the demand would diminish, only remaining for older warp ships like mine. I wanted to make as many supply trips to them as I could and take the money whilst it was available.

Betelgeuse had an Alpha C embassy, and I made an appointment to go and see them with Lana whilst we were docked. Once we were inside, we were directed to Meeting Room A just on the side of the entrance hall. That way we didn't have to go inside the embassy proper. We sat down and waited, probably about 15 minutes before someone entered.

He was a tall male, about my size, and, as Lana is, totally blue. A bald blue head is not something that you see every day.

"How can I help?" he asked.

"My friend here, Lana", I replied, "is indentured, and I want to find out how to remove that indenture and what the cost is."

"I see. Do you have her proper paperwork?"

"Yes," I said, sliding the paperwork across the desk to him.

He took the paperwork and went through it twice, the second reading a little slower, as if he were taking in all the fine details.

"Why do you want to get rid of the indenture?" I had to be careful how I answered; slavery was legal on Alpha C, and I did not want to demean their civilisation.

"I don't want her to be a slave; I want her to be free to make her own choices."

"And if, after you have freed her, she moves on, how will that make you feel?"

"I will be a little sad; I must be honest, we have become good friends, but, and I really mean this, if that is what she wants, then I will be fine with it."

"I see. It is quite a process. We have to deregister her and then issue her with standard documentation, a passport, if you will."

"I see. How long does it take, and what is the cost?"

He leant back in his chair and looked at me, and then across at Lana.

"Lana, do you want to be free of your indenture?" He asked.

"I suppose. I mean, I am happy with Paul. He does not treat me badly, so being indentured or not, when I am with him, it is no problem. It is just when we go to other places, and I wear my ring; some men seem to think that they can use me as they like, and that upsets Paul."

"I see." He turned to me. "The process takes an hour."

"Oh," I replied, somewhat shocked. "I thought it would take a long time."

"No, and what is your expectation of the cost?"

I was prepared to find several hundred credits, but that would take me a while. "A few hundred credits. I do not have that amount; I just need to know how much I need to find so that our expectations are realistic."

"Well, there is no cost, as she is a Centauran."

"Good grief. Okay, well, yes, can we start the ball rolling then?"

"Wait here. Oh, I will need her paperwork, and she will have to come with me whilst we process her."

"Oh, okay. Lana, you need to go with this man, and he will sort out what is needed."

They were gone for about an hour, and I was beginning to fret: had I been fooled? Had they taken her into custody for some reason? I just didn't know. Finally Lana came back, this time accompanied by a Centauran woman. Lana had a passport in her hands; it was, appropriately, blue in colour.

She smiled and waved her new paperwork, and the ring had been removed from her neck. I had turned the ring back on before we left the ship, just in case anyone wanted to check; it was still early days, and I wasn't totally sure how the galaxy worked in response to slaves. That trader back on Mars who sold us the tools could well have reported us to the authorities.

I hugged her, and she beamed with a real smile and genuine delight, and that made me happy. I knew that as soon as we left the embassy that if I turned right, she could turn left and there was nothing I could do about it, but I didn't think that she would. As it happened, she didn't.

Back on the ship, a free woman, she wanted some more chilli, and I saw no reason why not. I took a whole chilli, sliced it lengthwise and scraped out the seeds. I wanted to save those and try and grow them; if it worked, it would save us buying more chilli peppers.

I finely diced the chilli and mixed it with some tofu and wrapped it all in a flatbread. See what she made of that. I had no idea what strength the chilli was, whether it was mega spicy or just ordinary spicy. I knew that it was as hot as I could handle, and that was it. I am not a great lover of spicy food, but, heck, I am seriously considering setting up a concession on Alpha C. I might call it 'Lana's Hot Stuff' or something equally corny.

She took the flatbread and ate the whole thing in three bites. It seemed she liked it. Her face glowed, and she was pulling her clothes off as she approached me. It wasn't a one-off thing then; Chilli makes her horny. Before I could even think what was happening, her antennae were pressing my forehead, and she was pulling my flight suit off. As always, a feeling of great euphoria and desire swept through me, and I was trying to pull her onto my lap so that we could screw. I needed her, her desire and need transmitted through her antennae and fed my brain.

I grabbed her and hauled her to our bunk, throwing her onto the mattress, hardly noticing that her antennae were not making contact, yet my need and desire remained strong. I buried my head between her thighs and inhaled her musk, my nose sliding between her blue labia as my tongue invaded her pussy. She gasped, she beat the bunk, she wailed, she shrieked, and she demanded that I fuck her; she was almost out of control. I didn't care; I was in her thrall, and all I wanted to do was screw her.

I sucked her clitoris, I pressed two fingers into her pussy, I waggled them, I widened them, I pulled them out and pushed them back, and I finger-fucked her with two fingers as I chewed on her clitoris. She rolled, she rocked, she screwed her fingers into my hair, and she demanded satisfaction and my dick inside her. My desires were the same. I pulled away and moved up until my face was in front of hers, her hand gripping my dick and trying to force it into her pussy.

Her pussy lips eased, and her pussy opened. My dick slipped inside, my foreskin staying at her entrance as my glans and rim plundered her depth.

"Yes, fuck me, yes!" She screamed, her hands trying to mine rare metals from my shoulder blades. I hardly noticed the pain of her fingernails; my focus was on screwing her, nothing else mattered.

"Yes, Paul, fuck me; fill me with your antidote." I was only too happy to oblige.

I eased in, my glans pressing hard at her blue depth. I pulled back; her blue pussy wrapped itself around the base of my dick, caressing it almost as I eased almost all the way out. I pushed in, I pulled back, and my belly, pink and hairy, slapped against her blue hairless body, the resultant crack echoing around the ship. Her pussy wrapped around my throbbing dick, my desires real and not exaggerated by her antennae. I didn't need Centauran mind games; I knew what a good fuck she was, and I was determined to give her what she thought that she needed. I eased my dick out of her and slid down her body, my face at her groin.

"No, Paul, I need your dick in me," she cried.

"In a moment, baby, it is worth waiting for; I gave you a taster."

I looked closely, something I hadn't really done before. I mean, I had looked; I had been down there, licking, tasting, but I had really not looked, not properly. Her pussy looked just like an Earth girl's or a human's, except it was blue. It wasn't just blue, just exactly in the way a human pussy wasn't just the one flesh colour. Her fat outer lips were a darker shade of blue. The area around her arse was a similar darker blue, darker than the rest of her body. I pulled her pussy lips apart; her valley was a different blue, almost a turquoise, and her clitoris seemed to have a very pale blue tip.

The more I looked at her body, her nipples, her areola, her mouth, her lips, and her earlobes, the more I saw. They were all blue, but differing shades of blue. I eased her pussy open, and as far as I could see inside, it was blue, in the same way her mouth was blue inside. It was as if someone had substituted her entire colour palate, the red spectrum for a blue spectrum, and I fucking loved it.

"Turn over, baby, onto your knees," I said, kneeling back to allow her to move.

"You fuck me now, properly?" she asked.

"Yes, baby, just for you."

Her crinkle was blues, the skin around darker blues, and then a lighter blue perineum that led to her glory hole, blue, winking and wanting. I lined my dick up, sliding it first between her pussy lips and then pressing at her little circle of delight. My dick entered, slowly easing inside her body, my foreskin staying at her entrance, like shoes at a mosque, as my glans headed to her depth to knock on the door of her womb.

I could feel her pussy walls cling to my dick, her muscles quivering, squeezing and holding my meat. I eased back, my dick once more filling my foreskin, my shaft more out than in. I thrust hard, Lena squealed, and cried out. Not in pain, no, in delight.

"How often do you want this, Lana?" I asked her, "How often do you want my dick in your pussy?"

"Stop talking, keep fucking," was her reply. I obeyed.