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I've been lurking on the list for quite some time but have just now built up the
nerve to write something. Any and all comments and criticisms are welcome.
Don't read this if you're not of the appropriate age and please let me know if
you decide to do anything with this other than read it on the list.
Obviously this is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to reality.
The Bassae
Comrat saw the ship was heading toward a small patch of fog. While he
thought it odd for there to be any fog given the conditions, he did not consider
the matter important enough to leave his place near the stern. However, just
before the ship entered the white mist he shivered, as though a cold hand had
been run across his chest, though the day remained warm enough.
The fog was thin enough that he could still see the length of the ship as
it entered the bank. Now concerned that something just didn't feel right, he
watched as Vris, the mate, a burly, bearded veteran of many voyages, exited the
forward cabin just as the fog reached that portion of the ship. He made to call
out, but the words died in his throat as he saw what next happened.
As the mate was engulfed by the fog, he shifted and in an instant a naked,
large breasted woman stood in his place. From the stern Comrat could see her
smile and cup her breasts in her hands. He barely noticed as a similar fate
befell the rest of the crew as they too were engulfed by the fog, as he now
realized what was happening.
For he now knew, as he felt he should have known immediately, that this
was no fog, but rather a Bassa cloud, sent by the Dark One to create Bassae,
devoted slaves for His harem. Comrat had heard stories of the Bassa cloud,
stories he had never truly believed until now. As the cloud rushed to meet him,
last among the ship's company, he turned in panic to the rail, planning to jump
overboard. The information he carried could not be allowed to fall into the Dark
One's hands and he had no way of knowing if, once transformed by the cloud, he
would be able or indeed willing to withhold the information.
But as he grasped the rail he hesitated. Though he was a brave man, having
risked his life in battle numerous times, repeatedly proving his valor in combat
with the forces of the Dark One, he was not brave enough to take his own life
and doom his soul to an eternity of wandering the Timati Fields.
Turning back to face the cloud, now nearly upon him, Comrat told himself
that perhaps the Dark One would not think to question his Bassae concerning
their prior lives, should they even retain such memories. Perhaps, if fortune
favored him, the Brotherhood would learn of his fate and attempt to rescue him,
or at least kill him. As the fog surrounded him, Comrat tensed in anticipation
and...
Giggled. She didn't know why she had been so nervous and fearful, for she
felt wonderful. She could not, and did not try, to contain another giggle and
smile as she twirled her head, allowing her long blonde hair to settle over her
shoulders. She grasped her full, firm breasts in her hands and squealed in
pleasure as she squeezed them.
"The Master will be pleased by these," she thought with yet another smile.
Her hands then moved to her sex, and she smiled yet again, this time in
anticipation that the news she brought him would so please her Master that He
would soon be making use of her.
Now laughing with joy, she danced around the stern of the ship, now clear
of the cloud, singing her Master's praises. Soon, however, she paused. Deep
inside she heard, no, rather she sensed a voice. It was a voice she had never
heard, not even... before. Yet she recognized it immediately as the voice of her
Master.
"Prepare yourselves. Prepare to join Me and serve Me forever."
Her joy knew no bounds. Her Master knew of her and desired her presence.
Not knowing why, but knowing it must be done, she rushed to the bow of the ship
and joined with her new Sisters. The twelve of them knelt in four rows of three,
legs spread wide, breasts thrust forward, arms behind their heads, calling out
in voices filled with adoration and devotion.
"Take us Master, we are Yours!"
They began to repeat their cry, but as they once again declared their loyalty
there was a bright flash, and when the light had cleared so had the women,
leaving behind only a deserted ship, sailing aimlessly over a smooth sea, with
nary a cloud in the sky.
The end for now.
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