Blue Planet (sci fi, D/s, wife) Chapter Three, part 2

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X-Original-Message-ID: 7ajv5c$n3m$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com As they rode down the glowing white hallway Robert kept his eyes closed,
emitting small grunts of discomfort each time the speeding cart jolted over
some tiny irregularity in the flooring. He felt something touch his thigh and
turned toward where Debbie sat beside him, opening his eyes. He saw that she
was staring at him with an expression that was almost hungry, he realized,
her hand moving slowly up and down the front of his thigh. He gave her a
tired smile and returned a patient one, squeezing his thigh gently before
withdrawing her hand and directing her eyes at the hallway that receded
behind the cart. I just hope, Robert thought, whatever were getting into
here, we can handle it. Strangely, something deep in his mind told him that
so long as he stayed close to Debbie, he would be all right. She would take
care of him. She would take care of him? But trying to flick out his mind to
snatch full meaning from any of these strange thoughts only earned him
another ache between his temples, so he simply let his mind sink to a sort of
blankness and turned to stare out at the whizzing walls and floor falling
away into the distance. When the cart finally stopped it was at another
recess which turned out to be another elevator. The gaunt man slipped down
from the drivers seat of the cart and stepped to the opening, but this time
he did not enter. Instead he turned to them. "This is as far as I can go. But
just follow your instincts and you will do well." He turned to Debbie. "Do
you know where it is you must meet the courier?" "Of course" she said,
patiently but as if addressing someone who might begin annoying her very
quickly with too many more foolish questions. The gaunt little man nodded.
The entire indoctrination had taken, he realized, down to the rendezvous
instructions. Too bad they could only afford to implant the where, when and
who of the transfer not the how. For their benefit he simply nodded. "Good
luck, then. Your possessions are already loaded on the craft. I wish you
success." Debbie nodded acknowledgingly and entered the elevator, turning to
face the door. Robert followed her and was turning as the door closed and the
elevator began to move upward, gathering speed. Debbie stood, seemingly bored
and distracted, not bothering to look over at him, and spoke almost
off-handedly. "By the way" she said "the first chance we get, Im going to
tie you up and fuck you half to death. And I think Ill have my name tattooed
on your cock, just to be sure you know who you belong to." Robert looked at
her, his mouth falling open in stunned shock. She had never, not in all the
time hed known her, even whispered anything like this, not even during her
most naughty moments when shed had a few glasses of wine. She slowly turned
to match his gaze and there was a defiant, playful grin on her lips. She
turned back to face the door once more, leaving Robert utterly speechless.
Before he could react, the elevator slowed, stopped and the doors slid open.
Without a backwards glance Debbie strode forward into a narrow hallway that
ran off to the left turning a distant corner and to the right where there was
a door. As Robert stepped after her, he realized that this was a much more
familiar location, the white painted cinder block walls indicating some sort
of large, institutional type building. Debbie turned to the right, and
without breaking stride, pushed her way through the door. So, she thought, this is what the future will look like. She was standing at
the edge of a large, high-ceilinged open space, clearly looking like the main
concourse of an airport. In the distance she could make out the opening that
led to various gates while the entire wall to the far left was little more
than a bank of windows looking out at what must have once been a massive
parking lot, but which now was merely the last resting place of a broken down
and abandoned vehicle here and there. Beyond that was the large red setting
sun just slipping behind the jagged silhouette of some industrial looking
area. She stopped to sweep her eyes over the space and realized that there
were surprisingly few people moving about the acre sized space. Here and
there a dwarfish person shuffled rapidly, some looking like maintenance
workers, some struggling to tote heavy baggage. As for individuals of her and
Roberts stature there simply were none. For the first time Debbie shuddered,
wondering if this was truly the eventual fate of everything she knew and was
familiar with. It was so sad, so oppressive, so hopeless. Well, she thought
to herself, she was going to do something about it and that helped to calm
and steady her. Robert stepped up next to her, his gaze also directed at the
all too quiet facility. "Jesus" he whispered. He felt Debbies hand brush his
and he took it, the two exchanging a comforting squeeze of palms as they
surveyed the scene before them. "Its so sad" she said quietly. "Yeah" he
replied. Slowly she turned to him, her expression fixed and serious.
"Whatever happens, I love you" she said with simple finality. "I love you,
too" he echoed and that allowed them both to share a small, comforted smile.
"Well" he sighed, "wed better get on with it." "Yes" she said, giving his
hand a final squeeze before releasing it and moving toward the opening that
lead to the flight gates. Robert fell into step behind her, somehow aware
that this was the proper position for him to occupy. With each step her hips
swayed seductively and he at least had a moment to enjoy the vision of her
from this particular angle. He even experienced a tiny jolt of excitement
when he idly thought if shed really meant what shed said to him in the
elevator. It took them five minutes to reach the departure gate for the flight where a
computer panel next to a sealed door asked for their names in calm, polite
tones as well as their flight identity codes. Debbie announced herself as Jem
Alaasha and rattled off a long string of numbers and letters that popped into
her head, implanted in her mind for just this purpose. When it was his turn
Robert suddenly knew that he was to call himself Jex Alaasho and without
thinking spoke the long sequence of digits and alpha characters that simply
seemed to materialize in his thoughts. The computer thanked them and the door
slid open, revealing a long tunnel which they entered. At the other end of
the tunnel they ducked slightly to enter what was clearly the cabin of a
craft of some sort, though its layout was strikingly similar to that of a
jumbo jet of their age, with the exception that the windows showed only
blackness outside. As they stepped into the cabin they were met with their
first truly startling surprise since waking to find themselves in this future
world - the steward who greeted them was strikingly similar to what they had
come to be known as "greys" in their own time. The little figure was no more
than three feet tall, its body thin, its limbs spindly with long, delicate
fingers. And it actually did have a greyish tint to its utterly hairless and
apparently naked skin. Its eyes were large, black pools that seemed to be
grinning at them pleasantly as it looked from Debbie to Robert and gave a
slight, graceful nod to its head, extending a slim arm to indicate the wide
aisle of the craft. Debbie shot a startled glance at Robert but then caught
herself and forced a cool expression onto her face. Something was telling her
that she should adopt a somewhat more haughty attitude in her dealings with
certain of the species they were bound to encounter on this journey and this
was one of them. The steward turned and moved with smooth, gliding steps up
the aisle and Debbie fell in behind it with Robert bringing up the rear. As
they passed the rows of seats they noticed that they were very large and
plush, and had belts that were designed to loop over the shoulders as well as
across the waist. Robert did a quick calculation and estimated that the cabin
in which they were moving could seat close to one hundred, but there were no
more than a dozen couples scattered around it. Then it struck him that all of
the current occupants were apparently quite young, none seeming to be
anything approaching middle age, and all of the pairs were composed of very
attractive women dressed in a variety of colorful hues and garments similar
to those Debbie wore, and men, each of them slim and attractive, attired in a
fashion almost identical to Robert himself. Even more surprising, they all
appeared to be completely human. As the little grey creature directed them to
a pair of seats toward the front of the cabin, which they both suddenly
realized were some of the more expensive and therefore prestigious places,
Robert glanced around and saw two more of the little stewards delivering
various objects to other passengers further forward. At the end of the cabin
was some sort of galley and further spaces beyond. Robert strained for a
moment to see if the knowledge of what was up there would come to him but it
remained simply a space he apparently wasnt really supposed to know or care
anything about. When he turned back Debbie was standing, staring at him,
apparently waiting for him to slide into the seat against the bulkhead of the
craft. He gave her a sheepish grin and slipped in, reaching to buckle himself
into place. By the time he pulled all the belts tight the little grey
creature had deftly assisted Debbie in strapping herself down. It gave her an
inquiring, open look and she shook her head, dismissively. The creature
nodded and turned to move forward through the cabin. Robert looked around,
attempting to absorb their surroundings and noticed that Debbie seemed
somewhat bored and tense. "Honey" he said quietly, "are you all right?" She
flicked him a glance, sighed and nodded. "Yes" she said, her tone slightly
weary. "Its just I feel so. I dont know funny. Like Im not really
myself." "What do you mean" he asked, his voice now almost a whisper. She
shook her head. "I dont know. Ive been having some very weird thoughts
feelings, whatever ever since you know." "What weird feelings" he said,
beginning to become concerned. "Just" she paused, then shrugged slightly
"weird. Like Im not completely myself." Robert considered this a moment.
"Like what you said to me in the elevator" he said quietly. Debbie nodded and
could feel the slight warmth of a blush rising into her cheeks. "Yes, like
that" she said, averting her eyes uncomfortably. Robert smiled at her. "Well,
if it makes you feel any better, I kind of liked the idea." She looked into
his eyes, her own holding tense concern and even, he thought, hopeful
expectation. "Did you" she asked, her own voice little more than a breath.
Now it was Roberts turn to avert his gaze as he nodded, smiling slightly.
Debbie sighed with relief, then quickly looked around them. "I just wish"
"Wish what" he asked quietly. Her face pulled into a tight, impish grin
though she only flicked her eyes over him briefly. "That there were private
cabins on these things. You know, we still havent." She let the unfinished
sentence dangle in the air between them. Robert sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Dont remind me" he grumbled, then appeared thoughtful. "I wonder if they
have a Mile High Club in this day and age." Debbie giggled and the blush
spread. Suddenly there was a deep rumble throughout the craft that caused
them both to look around sharply. Other passengers were making no
acknowledgement of the event, continuing to either talk quietly or view small
screens attached to the backs of the seats in front of them or even lay back,
eyes closed, resting. Robert and Debbie exchanged a quick glance, both
realizing that this was something they had been unprepared for, for which no
explanation had popped automatically into their minds, fully formed and fresh
as if pulled from their actual memories of experience. So the information
they had been force fed had gaps, perhaps small ones about tiny,
insignificant areas but gaps nonetheless. And that made them both a bit wary,
muting their growing sense of anticipation for the up-coming adventure.
Moments later they could feel the craft beginning to move, though there was
still nothing visible outside the blackened windows. Debbie gripped the
armrest and Robert gently laid his hand across hers, giving it a comforting
squeeze. The entire craft rumbled and jostled and both got the sense that it
was rising, lifting, sloping upwards, tilting and gathering speed. Around
them the dull rumble grew until it filled the entire space, a deep vibration
of tremendous force and energy pulsing through the craft. They were pressed
back hard into their seats, and for a few moments it actually became
difficult to breath against the press of the acceleration. It seemed to go on
and on increasing at a constant rate, and the angle seemed to get steeper and
steeper until the front of the craft must have been pointing directly
upwards, rumbling and shuddering and rattling them both around in their seats
as the roar of sound continued to grow and grow. And then, almost as if a
switch had been thrown, there was a violent jolt and the motion seemed to
vanish, the sound dying away around them. Robert and Debbie exchanged a
glance, both wondering what had just occurred and what they might expect
next. What it turned out to be was the windows slowly fading with a growing
light, as if they were actually viewing screens at last being turned on. Both
of them turned and craned toward the small rounded square and were stunned to
realize that they were looking out and down at the Earth slowly receding
behind and below them into a sea of utter blackness. Looking off toward the
rim of the disk they could see that they were clearly beyond the atmosphere
of the shining, blue planet and heading away from it at a steady pace. And
for the first time since they had awakened on that white, glowing, soft
surface dressed only in the remnants of their wedding clothes, the hard,
shocking reality of their situation hit them with full force. Without
removing their eyes from the vision before them, their hands groped, found
one another and squeezed tightly. "My God" Debbie whispered in stunned
breathlessness "this is really real." A thin, quiet, soothing voice flowed
through the cabin. "Please prepare for warp injection. Remain seated and
prepare for warp injection. Thank you." Robert and Debbie exchanged another
wary look and immediately shifted into their seats, pressing themselves back
against them, not sure what to expect. The sound of a low, ringing tone
rolled through the cabin, followed by another, and a third. A moment later
they both got a strange sense of sudden acceleration that pressed them back
into their seats and it seemed as if the cabin before their eyes stretched,
elongating as if they were inside a telescope that was being suddenly pulled
to its full length in a violent movement before snapping back to its original
shape, jolting them violently. They looked back towards the window but saw
that it was, once again, blank and empty. But now, for the first time, they
realized that they were bathed in a strange, tingling sensation, as if their
souls were drawing in a long, endless deep breath. It was some moments before
they realized that what they were experiencing was weightlessness. They
exchanged a startled glance, both surprised to see the hair of the other
begin to drift slightly, as if they were underwater, and feeling the loose,
buoyant sensation of drifting up against the harnesses that held them to
their seats. "Wow" Robert said in quietly awed tones. Debbie giggled, feeling
the fluttering throughout her body, the sensation of her breasts no longer
drawn downwards by gravity. It was strangely erotic and she closed her eyes
to savor the tickling that bathed her, inside and out, her nipples tightening
to tender, sensitive points that floated and brushed against the thin, light
fabric of her billowing garments. When she finally opened her eyes, she
looked over and noticed Roberts brow was deeply furrowed. "Whats wrong" she
said, beginning to grow alarmed. Robert shook his head. "I dont know. I just
dont feel all that well." He sighed heavily. "Ive had a headache since.
well, you know. I think I just need to get some sleep." "Of course" Debbie
said, lightly patting the back of his hand. She turned and motioned in the
direction of one of the stewards who immediately floated back from the front
of the cabin towards them, pulling itself along the seats as if floating
beneath the surface of a clear pool. "My consort requires something to help
him sleep" she said to it. It nodded, spun itself around and pulled itself
gracefully back toward the galley space at the front of the cabin. Debbie
continued to pat and rub his hand as his chest heaved in great bellows of
breath. The steward returned holding a tiny tablet which he extended to
Debbie who took it and raised it to Roberts lips. He swallowed it and within
moments his eyes slipped closed, his breathing slowed and shallowed and he
was completely unconscious. Debbie dismissed the steward with a nod and at
last leaned back in her seat, turning her thoughts to the specifics of what
she was expected to accomplish. She knew that she was to travel to the next
stop of this particular craft, a planet called something unpronounceable of
which she could not seem to draw up any thoughts or visions. All she could
really seem to pull out of the implanted information was that it was some
sort of resort planet. She sighed. At any rate, it was there that she was to
go to a certain address and meet a certain individual, the names of which she
knew were Sandistra at the House of Indulgence, but the specific meaning of
those titles was not supplied to her. There she would be given the
information which she would then take to a different planet and pass along to
someone else. Try as she might, she could not seem to grasp anything specific
about that second destination and then it came to her that this was a
deliberate security measure built into the implant. She would only know where
she had to deliver the information once she had retrieved it. She was so
focused on her thoughts that when the little grey steward floated to her
offering a small squeeze bottle with a straw jutting from it, she took it
absently and sucked some of the sweet, sticky fluid into her mouth,
swallowing it without thinking. It was soothing and warm, but a moment later
it seemed to reach her stomach and a rippling shudder of delicious tickling
warmth flooded her. She looked at the container for some sort of markings but
saw none. She leaned into the aisle and scanned the cabin, looking for the
steward who was already arriving back at the galley space at the fore of the
cabin. Debbie craned around in her seat, looking back and across the aisle at
another pair of passengers a few seats back and saw that the statuesque,
raven haired woman seated there with the outrageously colorful make-up was
also sipping on such a bottle, seeming to savor each mouthful before she
swallowed it. But what riveted Debbies attention was the fact that the woman
had her legs spread wide apart, and the slender, blond male that had been in
the seat beside her as Debbie and Robert had passed them upon boarding was
now down before the womans seat, his hands pressing up and outwards on the
underside of her thighs, lifting and parting her long, slender legs, his face
lowering into her crotch. As he seemed to brush his lips over the womans
sex, the woman sighed and leaned her head back, closing her eyes, her breath
beginning to grow deep and heaving. Debbie turned in her seat, a jolt of
embarrassment shooting through her at what she had just witnessed, but the
vision seemed to send a deep tickling desire deep into her that added to the
building throb of her own pussy. She suddenly realized that her free hand was
lightly wandering over the top of her thigh, tracing small circles that
teased up toward the join of her spread legs before flitting away again off
toward her knees. She had never been so horny in her life. This was not
something she could deny to enjoy for its own sake nor be distracted from.
Not this time. But she couldnt just just. She looked forward into the
cabin and could see the arms of another woman raise, bend and fold back to
grip the head rest of the seat in which she sat, and instantly knew that
between her legs her own consort was providing her with a kiss of ultimate
pleasure, a realization that was confirmed a moment later when the womans
feet appeared, jutting straight upward, pressed hard and parted wide against
the back of the seat in front of her. Debbie shot a glance over to Robert and
saw that he was out cold. Without thinking she whined, feeling a flush of
disappointment and a twinge of anger at his neglect of her need. At that
moment the first sigh of feminine pleasure came from somewhere behind her,
followed a moment later by a whimper of another woman on the rising slope of
arousal fueled by the tongue and lips of a consort and Debbie could stand it
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