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"So you have decided on a ship and a crew?" Robert asked. Logan was in a meeting with his father and Robert was there also.
"Yes. There is an almost new medium freighter that is for sale. I want to get her and make some modifications and additions to her. That and rename her," Logan stated.
"What modifications did you want to make?" Mathew asked.
"I want to upgrade the power plant and engines. That should almost double the speed. Add a pair of particle beam weapons on the nose and a spread of hidden rail guns at various places on the hull. Armour will be added along with better shields. The insides will be reworked so that I have an armoury in the front of the ship, this will cost some cargo space but not much. A small collection of bots will be added as well. Sensor upgrades to give her better eyes and ears. The living quarters will be made much more comfortable, especially the captain's cabin. Lastly, the bridge will be reworked to better suit her new role as a scout ship," Logan explained.
"Sounds promising, give me the details and I'll have our yards purchase the ship and get started on the modifications immediately. How are your crew selections going? Morgan told you yet?" Mathew asked with a smile.
"Does everyone but me know?" Logan asked.
"Just about," Robert retorted. Logan glared at him and he chuckled in response.
"Besides Morgan and myself, I haven't found anyone yet. Most are good, but I want better if I can get it," Logan described. Mathew considered him for a moment for speaking.
"I'll put the word out to some people I know. If anyone can find the best, they can. In the mean time, your grandfather has determined 3 members for your crew. He will be arriving soon to introduce them too you," Mathew said to his son.
"I'll get started on organising the work crews so that they are ready for your ship when she arrives," Robert said and departed without another word.
"Logan, I want to talk to you about what it will be like out there," Mathew said as he leaned back in his chair. Logan looked at his father and noticed the heavyset look. He was being absolutely serious.
"Though I have been through the academy, somehow I think they didn't tell me the whole truth," Logan said.
"Indeed they did not. As a Scout, you will travel to places that no one has been to before or that are rarely travelled. You will encounter pirates and other things out there and you must do whatever it takes for you to survive. I know you don't like harm anyone but if it becomes necessary then don't even think twice about it, just do it," Mathew said to his son. "Out there, it is kill or be killed."
"I understand," Logan said after he thought on it. "It's just like slavery." Though they had tried to remove it from society during the 20th century, slavery had returned with a will midway through the 21st century. The only difference now was that now there were specific rules for someone to become a slave and regulations to do with there gaining freedom or their ownership being transferred. Also, any children they had would not be treated as slaves but as part of the household of those who owned them.
"In a manner of speaking," Mathew agreed. Though the family had distaste for slavery, they knew that it was important and so tolerated it. Unlike some owners, House Jacobs treated their slaves very well, practically as employees. The only real restriction on them was that their wage was lower and that they had a curfew. "On that note, if something happens that forces you to take a slave or two, do it, even if you don't want to. You can always drop them off back here when you come and visit, or send them by courier."
"Alright," Logan said and no sooner then he had said it then his Grandfather walked in, followed by three extremely beautiful girls in matching long coats. Logan stood and turned to greet him. "Hello grandfather William, how are you?"
"Hello Logan, I'm well thank you, how are you?" William replied as he extended his hand.
"I'm good thank you," Logan replied as he shook William's hand.
"Fine, how are you Mathew?" William asked his son as he walked over and extended his hand.
"I'm well thank you father. And who are these three lovelies?" Mathew asked as he shook his father's hand and eyed the three girls.
"Hands off Mathew, they are for Logan. My gift to him," William replied.
"Slaves?" Logan asked as he looked over the three. They didn't look older than 15 or 16 but were incredibly beautiful.
"Hardly, I know your views on them," William said. Logan didn't make any secret of the fact that he didn't like the idea of slavery. "No, they are fembots."
"Fembots, what use do I have for fembots?" Logan asked incredulously. He knew what they were for, he had even tried a few, but what purpose could they serve on a scout.
"Hold on Logan, let me explain," William said placidly. "They are fembots but they are also so much more. I had them specially designed and built at great expense. They look like your standard pleasure fembot but their computer is a fully fledged AI, not some simple programming. They are fully programmed with all the knowledge a scout crewmember could possibly need along with a full suite of combat skills. They are faster and stronger then any combat bot I have ever seen but still as gentle as a mother with a newborn. I think you'll find them useful," William said with a smile.
Joy clenched his jaws as he answered his father, “Dad, it is too good to describe. Mom’s mouth is out of this world, dad, almost unbearable. Oh, mom, I think your mouth is going to make me cum soon.” Suvendu gestured me to stop my head movements as he wanted to see his son cumming. “Hold it, Soni, don’t make him cum so soon. Son, take a break. I’ve special plans for your first ejaculation with a real woman. Let your cock get some fresh air while you watch your mother suck mine.” I moved my...
IncestThis story continues on directly from my first story, Sonya’s Siren Song. In the morning, I opened my eyes, and there was Sonya, in the bed beside me, still fast asleep. I realised that whatever happened last night had really happened, and there was no going back. I wasn’t sure what would happen when she awoke, but just in case, I quietly slipped out of the side of my bed, and put my pyjama pants back on.I looked down at the still-sleeping Sonya, lying with her back to me, and I remembered that...
TabooI went to the restroom to redo my hair and reapply my favorite cherry red lipstick. With all that friction of my son’s cock against my lips, the previous coat was wiped out. I was pleased to notice the glow on my face. No wonder, as Vineeta had mentioned, a young man’s cum does wonders for a woman. The intake of warm young cum in your digestive system generates a lustrous glow within a week. In one day, I had swallowed two huge loads. What a cum slut I had become. As Joy drove the car back...
IncestThat night I tossed and turned in the bed and tried hard to sleep but just couldn’t. images of Vini with her son and Joy fantasizing about me kept on bombarding my brain. And more than anything the words of Vini, “Sonali you should fuck your son,” kept me hitting like a torpedo. In the morning I hit the gym with a vengeance and sweated it out hard in an effort to get all that had happened out of my mind. It was nothing but a bad dream, I kept on telling myself and succeeded to an extent. I was...
IncestAs Bart loaded his bag, in the car, he couldn’t help but complain again. He didn’t want to be up so early, didn’t want to go camping and certainly didn’t want to go there alone with his father for a whole day and night. He couldn’t blame Homer however. It wasn’t his idea after all, it was his mom’s. “Please Bart, do it for me,” she had said with her pleading eyes, the ones which no son could resist but agree to. Homer had complained as well and Marge had dealt with him...
Joy put two pillows beneath my stomach so that my ass protruded up for his unhindered vision. I squirmed a bit as I felt a generous amount of almond oil drop in my asshole. It was followed by a gentle push of finger which started massaging my anal passage expertly. I could not believe that within a few minutes my son’s oiled finger was moving in and out of the passage effortlessly. Then he inserted the second finger and I felt a pressure in the rectal muscles. However, due to another dollop of...
IncestIn the morning, I opened my eyes, and there was Sonya, in the bed beside me, still fast asleep. I realised that whatever happened last night had really happened, and there was no going back. I wasn’t sure what would happen when she awoke, but just in case, I quietly slipped out of the side of my bed, and put my pyjama pants back on. I looked down at the still-sleeping Sonya, lying with her back to me, and I remembered that under the covers, she probably still had her silk nightdress...
Rick looked at me with desire in his eyes and moaned, “Mom your lips are so juicy and hot.” And in a swift move put his lips on mine and started feeding on them. Such was the intensity that a short gasp emitted from my mouth. But got submerged in his soft groans of pleasure. I also found myself gorging on his mouth. Within a few seconds lost total control immersing ourselves in the most passionate kiss of our lives. I felt his penis growing hard and long and banter upon my thigh. It must have...
IncestHe iss readers, I am back after long time. Here I will tell u how I seduce my uncles sexy maid, sonali. I am from kolkata and I will tell the story in bengali. If anyone want to know, may write to me Sonali, bachor ponero solo er halka gom ronger meyetar sorir chilo khub akorsoniyo. Amar kakimar bari kaaj korto. Sbsamoy bra panty er sathe porto ekta paatla naity. Naity er arale or panty er rong majhe majhe bojha jeto, ar besirbhag samoyei or bra er fite beriye thakto. Ami takhon college e...
Joy emerged from his room with an envelope in hand and entered my bedroom and came out with a smile of relief on his visage. “Ma, it was a great relief to write all my feeling for that unique lady. Read it with patience and tell me what you feel. You might get angry but all I have been is bluntly honest. Whatever will be your next step, I’ll accept it gladly.” “Why do you think I might get angry?” “Well, it’s not the matter mother and son usually talk about.” “I told you, dear, I won’t get...
IncestPart 10 - Stepmother's Sissy Mrs. Monet put another knee high on the exhausted sissy and got an open toed spike heel with a very small opening in the toe of the shoe. Mrs. Monet forced the shoe on the sissy's limp dick, which started to harden within the shoe. "Come on sissy, just three more milkings, I know your balls ache and your sissy stick is red and sore, but you promised to hump my shoes!" his stepmother cooed. Finally, Caroline's sissy stick got hard enough for the just the tip...
Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.It was Saturday morning,...
IncestFlashback - 11 months earlier (Author's notes - the intro takes place 'right after' Andersonville 6) There were fifteen men and women crowded into the small conference area. As Colonel Myers surveyed the room, he noticed most of them, the programmers anyway, were about half his age. Barry shook his head; he was getting old. His goal was to make general before he retired, and the Andersonville project had seemed like the best way to increase his chances. The problem was, he had...
Vineeta took a large sip of the champagne and started her narrative. Vineeta’s Story It was morning when I bathed my son and gave him a handjob. Now as I was preparing his favorite chicken biryani. I started replaying the whole scene in my mind. The only thing that was recurrently playing was his hard, erect penis and the thick ropes of sperm that hit the bathroom wall. Any trace of guilt had evaporated from my mind and I was feeling horny. But I decided I won’t make any first move and let...
IncestPOV Sandra"So, tell me what you think? You'd love to be a grandma, wouldn't you?" she asked, as we walked down the hallway. "Yes, London, but are we ready for that now?" "Maybe, maybe not, but we just have to get them on board, with getting with another woman first, remember? They didn't even want to ask out Keisha and Gia, even though we encouraged them to do it," she mentioned it before we made it to the door, and she took my hands in hers. "Let's hang out with our sons, fuck the...
IncestHeather made her way home through the afternoon rush hour traffic. As usual, her thoughts turned to her son, Chris, and their plans for the evening. As a single mother she’d had these thoughts countless times on a countless number of drives home through the years. Did Chris have ball practice, and was it her turn to drive? What would they have for dinner? Had he finished his homework, and did he have clean clothes for school tomorrow? Of course, Chris was in high school now and many...
Chapter Five: I realize I needed to understand Robert's motivation and desires betterIt happens again the next morning.I arose early, slipped out of bed without waking Robert. Silently, I went into the bathroom. I turned the water on, giving the hot water time to work its way through the pipes for my warm shower. While waiting for the water to warm up, I stared into the mirror and assessed my thirty nine year old body. Objectively speaking, I was in excellent shape. My breasts were firm and...
Taboo(An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Three: The Joys of Mothers Loving Sons By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Session 5 with Jill Daniels “Thanks for coming in today,” I said to Jill Daniels, smiling at the mother of Mercedes. Normally, I saw Jill on Friday after my session with her daughter and not on Monday. The woman nodded. She lay on the bed beside me. I was working her towards my cuddle therapy. I loved the look in her eyes. She had this...
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This story continues on directly from my first story, Sonya’s Siren Song. In the morning, I opened my eyes, and there was Sonya, in the bed beside me, still fast asleep. I realised that whatever happened last night had really happened, and there was no going back. I wasn’t sure what would happen when she awoke, but just in case, I quietly slipped out of the side of my bed, and put my pyjama pants back on. I looked down at the still-sleeping Sonya, lying with her back to me, and I remembered...
Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...
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My hubby’s eyes opened wide when I opened the door for him. “Wow, Soni, you look stunning.” He spoke and hugged me tight on the door itself. “I missed you a lot.” It felt good to feel the eagerness in his body. I knew he would love to have a quick fuck with me. “Where is my son? I have got a real good racquet for him.” “He has gone for practice, will be back after a couple of hours.” “Oh yeah – then we can use these hours.” He smiled with a lusty look in his eyes. “Of course, darling, but do...
IncestI was not sure what plans my son had for me. He told me to dress sexy and that he wanted to go shopping with me in the afternoon in some mall. For a change, we showered in separate bathrooms. I put on my jeans and a figure-hugging t-shirt. While he was getting dressed up, I called Vineeta, hoping that she would not be engaged in fucking her son. She received my call and asked me in a very naughty tone, “Hi Sonali, what’s keeping you so busy?” I blurted out, “Vini, I have done it!” “Wow, good...
IncestAfter downing my son’s reservoir of cum in the sex between mom, dad, and son, I firmly closed my mouth. I gulped hard to give the same treatment to possible minuscule cum residuals concealed in the inner corners of my mouth. I flashed a gratified smile to both, as my son watched The expression of disbelief mixed with awe, admiration, and raw lust on the faces of both pleased me to a large extent. Suvendu commented, “Soni, that was incredible.” Joy agreed, “Mom, you must be the first woman in...
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Session 5 with Jill Daniels “Thanks for coming in today,” I said to Jill Daniels, smiling at the mother of Mercedes. Normally, I saw Jill on Friday after my session with her daughter and not on Monday. The woman nodded. She lay on the bed beside me. I was working her towards my cuddle therapy. I loved the look in her eyes. She had this wild gleam. Almost haunted. She was realizing things about herself. Things she didn’t think she was capable of feeling. “So, how was the tape?” I asked. I’d...
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Andersonville 5 - The Guilty Soul by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the TG writers out there, who make the days easier to deal with by posting new stories to read each day. Fade in... The sun wasn't even peeking over the hills when the alarm started going off. I hit the snooze button several times but eventually realized I was going to have to get out of bed and get ready for work. I stir slightly, stretching my legs and arms in a poor attempt to wake up. Then...
“Sweetie,” I cooed, “come to the shopping centre with me.”“Oh Mum, I’m in the middle of something,” came the reply.“The porn film will wait until we get home, now come on, I need a man, and you’re the closest thing I have to one.”We got into the car and drove to the nearby shopping centre. “So why have I got to come with you? Jack asked.“Because I need someone to help me, Sonia is away, so that left you as the only person I could ask at short notice sweetie.”“Help you with what?”“I need some...
Andersonville 2 - Judge-less by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to Mathew Shepherd, who lives in the hearts of all open-mind people. Fade in... The warm glow of yesterday's conversation with my father ended in the cold reality of Monday morning. The cold reality that I was a young, teenage girl. The cold reality that I was expected to act like a girl, something totally foreign and yes, something I found even a little scary. And the cold reality that I had no idea why I...
Andersonville 3 - The Price of Revenge by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the survivors of child abuse, both physical and emotional. May you find the support and strength to deal with it like I did. Fade in... Linda Anderson - the do anything wonder woman. That's what the job title should have read. Not that I was good at everything I did; I was just expected to do everything around the office. That included making coffee, filing folders,...
Andersonville 8 - The return of Tom McClain! by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to my good friend Darkside, who inspired me to reach beyond what I thought I was capable of writing. Fade in... "Would you like some desert Linda?" Dennis Butz asked politely. "No thanks," I answered suspiciously. The man had been acting way too nice to me today. It had been a pleasant lunch so far. Dennis had started out by asking how my brother was doing, and I could see that he...
‘Dreams of My Son… A Spiritual Tale of Motherly Love’by DizzyDThis is a fictional biography intended for adults 18+ only It’s never easy… and some days are even harder than others. There are those particularly rough ones when I have to say to myself, “Marie… you need to get out of bed.” But when things aren’t going so well in your life, depression can sometimes set in and destroy your will to go on. And today had been one of those days. Then again, here I was, a single woman in her 40’s who was...
Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...
Andersonville 1 - Home Sweet Home! by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to Susan M. Bidwell - a young lady who died before her time. Andersonville is based on the story "The life and death of Al Parker". Reading the story is recommend to understand some of the discussion in the follow series. Fade in... Dennis Butz worked on some last minute paperwork with a certain relief. In a few hours his dream would become a reality and then the real work would begin. He heard...
Andersonville 6 - Friendship Lines by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to my TS brothers and sisters, who have the guts to stand up to the world and say, "I'm not going to live a lie anymore." Fade in... I saw them come out of the courthouse from across the street. There were four of them; all men dressed in business suits. Every day, just a few minutes after 6pm, they left the courthouse to go home. Three of them proceeded to their cars but the fourth man, maybe 21...
Andersonville 7 -- Soul Mates by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to all the writers of TG Fiction. Fade in... There I was, in the file room working hard to make sense of the mess I had gotten myself into. I had accidentally misplaced a file and suddenly everything seemed to be out of whack, causing me a great deal of frustration. As a private investigator I was never good at filing, that had always been Al's job. Now, unfortunately, the job was mine and asking myself how...
I stood there in my black dress watching them slowly lower the casket into the ground. Standing next to me was my mother, who was weeping softly. Next to her was my sister Jennifer, and she seemed the saddest of us all. Perhaps she was remembering her own mother and father's funeral who had both died when she was just a young girl. On the other side of the casket I could see Crius standing next to Dennis with an impatient frown. He seemed so out of place, and the expression on...
Mike Stoner sat and watched as his boss read the report. Dennis Butz scanned through each page carefully, taking extra time to check out the psychological profile Mike had prepared. Satisfied with what he saw, Dennis placed the report down next to him. "Very thorough," he stated. "Thank you," Mike smiled. Dennis Butz was a good man to work for. "I think she is a very good choice for who you have in mind." Dennis nodded. "When can you move her?" "Tomorrow morning. I...
"Come on out, Linda," Judge Herns told me. "I don't want to," was my reply back to her. "I look ridiculous!" "It can't be that bad," I heard Dr. Green say. "Yes it can," I responded through the closed door. "Why do I have to do this?" "Because it's part of your agreement for having me change you back into Linda," Judge Herns replied a little sternly. "Now come out here so we can see how you look." I reluctantly opened the door and stepped out wearing the ridiculous outfit...
The diary continued, and of course, I was fascinated by the regular mention of me and of our relationship. "Dear Diary, It seems to me I must try to guide C to be good at many things, as his father was. I want him to have the chance to grow up to be the same extraordinarily interesting, thoughtful and exciting person as David was. How can I help him though with all those "man" things? I'm a fair athlete, but not in sports he's likely to be interested in. Still, there are plenty of...
Introduction: A middle-aged man finds out his stepdaughter is more grown-up than he thought It was late summer, on a Friday afternoon, after a long week, as I turned into my driveway, and there was Sonya, playing a solo game of basketball with the hoop over the garage door. The weather was still warm, and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a pink sleeveless top, and as she jumped gracefully into the air to take a shot, I thought, She moves just like her mother. She put the ball...
Andersonville 9 - Never cry wolf by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to Gwendolyn Ann Smith for her, "Remembering our dead". It's a place dedicated to our TG brothers and sisters who were murdered at the hands of others due to hate and intolerance. On the average, one (1) TG person is murdered each month. Would you take a moment to visit the site, bow your head, say a prayer for our fallen brothers and sisters, and remember what we are fighting for - the right to be treated as any...
It was way too early for someone to be calling. Somewhere in the darkness of my room I could hear my cell phone ringing. Looking at the clock on my dresser I cursed - it was 3:30 in the morning. Moving my hand in the direction of the annoying sound, I found the phone and turned it on. "Hello," I said in a curt fashion. I wanted the person to know I wasn't happy about this early morning wake up call. "Good morning, Linda," Dennis Butz replied crisply. "I'm sorry to call you at...
There we were, two girls having lunch on a cool, April day - only that wasn't the case at all. Neither of us was who we really once were and only one of us was a girl. At least that's what I kept telling myself. As I began my second year as a citizen of Andersonville, there were times I regretted my decision to be turned back into Linda Anderson. It wasn't that I hated my life; I just didn't feel natural living as a woman. In all fairness, I most likely would have felt as...