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Main Characters (Major characters will be added as the story unfolds.):
Jas Murdock
Computer
Adam
Minor Character (Minor characters will be added as the story unfolds.):
Elder NaBee
Union of Two Species
Chapter Four
Into The Fire
As the door shut the meager light in the cell winked out leaving me in darkness. I heard the unmistakable sound of metal as the door lock bolted preventing me from opening the door and escaping. Computer, my only companion did not tick through the earpiece I wore in my left ear. I glanced at my left arm seeing Computer was radiating its dull sliver sheen, its sensors indicating no unusual abnormalities. It was waiting for a command.
I was alone locked in a cell deep inside the Goth pod. I felt my mental defenses activate. My mind was racing with questions I had no answers to. Why did Elder NaBee suddenly leave inside a locked cell? Had I been deceived by the gentle caring nature of the Elder? What did I sense that caused a defensive posture? What in the name of the Mother of Vega was going on?
"Computer.... Computer?" There was no reply. I again looked in the direction of my arm and the wristband still gave off its extremely dim glow. The battery pack I was wearing was still energized so I believed Computer was operational.
Someone or something was preventing me from communicating with Computer. What technology enabled the Goth to accomplish that feat?
Slowly my eyes began to adjust to the darkness to the point I could just make out the ghostly form of the bed against the wall. Judging distance in the dark wasn't one of my better abilities. I made a few tentative steps forward afraid I would crash into it. After carefully reaching the bed I sat down. The bed was more comfortable than the one I had previously used. That thought, however, didn't make me fell any better as I began a lonely vigil in the dark.
When I left Patty's I knew I could trust no one. I let my guard down in trusting the Elder by deactivating the pribubble. Now I was paying for it. Without Computer I was totally on my own. There was nothing I could do, but wait to see what would happen next.
Pop.
The dream.
The dream I was having was all too familiar. It always started with a `pop' followed by the illumination of a minute light, much like a distant star in the night sky obscured by a thin film of clouds. As the star twinkled in my mind, I concentrated on it. The star, brighten and grew with each passing tick. In the darker recesses of my mind something coached me into a state of sleep that allowed me to follow the random sequences of the dream. I couldn't consciously direct it but I could interact with it.
I was alone, lying on my back on a hillside among the soft yellow and red threadlike leaves of Vegan meadow grass. The sound of running water gargled softly in the vicinity, but I didn't know the source. I didn't know this meadow. Panic briefly clutched my heart as I realized I wore no plazsuit. The plazsuit is worn head to toe protecting against the ever-present acid prevalent on Vega.
I was naked nothing between me and the nitric acid that filled each minute tube bundled in the slim threads of the meadow grass. There was no burning as my body pressed the acid out of the threads onto my skin. Nothing filtered the acid out of the air as breath came easily. Nothing protected my eyes. Absent was the euphoria as the nitrogen was absorbed into the bloodstream.
Only Goths were immune to effects of the nitrogen so prevalent on Vega.
Again, a `pop,' and the dream shifted and I was no longer in the meadow. From somewhere a voice, carried on a slight breeze, whispered my name and then was gone.
Now, I'm sitting in a classroom inside the Governor's palace. In front of me stood my teacher, my mentor, and the old Master. His long gray hair matted against his head. His skin, red and withered from years of neglect and living without the aid of a plazsuit.
Listening to the Master ramble about the Goths, their history, their intrinsic value in the co-evolution of human-like creatures discovered throughout the Milky Way and the Centauri galaxies I noticed that he was avoiding an area of theology that would possibly explain the similarities between Humans and Goths.
It was an accepted idea that a master race, had eons long past, spread through the two explored galaxies depositing in their passing, sentient intelligence that would over time give rise to beings that in turn would follow the primal race. Unknowingly tracing the master race and would eventually stumble upon the others left in their wake.
If the Goth and Humans were of that race, which spread through the known Universe, were we not brothers? That given each planet circumstances, would not each deposit evolve differently? Not the same but still the same. Did not the teaching of the Church run counter to the established acceptance of evolution of humans and their brethren found throughout the stars? Was this another reason for the schism between Vega and The United Nations of Planets?
It was these observations and the desire to break the monotonous dialogue of the Master that I shifted my seated position and raise my head. This allowed me to make eye contact if the Master glanced my way. Rarely did a novice dare draw attention to himself. It was a brazen act. It had happened in the past and the result had been dire. The Master, challenged in this matter had caused quick and fierce punishment on the guilty apprentice. The offending student was allowed to stand in for the mark when the group practiced the mind intervention exercises. The result of seven inexperienced learners ended with the offender being carried to the infirmary. As she left the field her body lost control over its basic functions. Her mind had muddled, devoid of self, leaving the body an empty shell waiting for reinstallation.
With this I mind I waited for eye contact with the old man. Nitric ice droplets would melt if my fear of the Master could be harnessed. I was bold. Boredom played an essential role in my boldness. Still, what I wanted to ask was important to my understanding of Human/Goth relations.
It was no video-graphic moment when the gray eyes of the Master settled on my upraised attraction. I could feel my will melt as he halted the lecture turning his full attention to what now I thought was a foolish indiscretion born from boredom. His eyes sparkled for a moment looking more human. Then as fast they clouded returning to their normal dullness caused by contact with the acid in the air.
The six remaining students looked up at the Master. I couldn't see their eyes behind the safety goggles they wore but I knew their eyes had followed the Master's. Their attention had turned to me. Inside their plazsuits their faces would be masked in a blank expression waiting passively for the Mater to announce that I would be his choice to stand as the mark for the mental exercise that would follow the lecture.
"Novice Jas," the Master spoke quietly. "You have a question."
"Yes, Master," I replied, my voice faltering. The boldness I felt earlier melted away. I wasn't sure my question's important now. Unable to speak I continued to look at the Master.
"You would like to ask about the nature of the Goth and the Human." As he made the statement, I noticed that his eyes drift over the novices without giving a sign that he was distressed by the interruption. He was careful in his voice even. His posture remained the same waiting for my question. It did not go unnoticed by the other novices as he waited for me to draw up the courage to continue.
"Ma... Master," I stuttered. My fear, of the Master, was interwoven with respect kept me from meeting his eyes again, which I knew were trained on me. "Master, forgive me. The lesson that you are teaching has brought several questions to mind."
"Yes, novice."
"You say that Humans and Goths are both of the fathering race. If that so, is it possible Humans and Goth to merge?"
"It is not written."
"Master, humans and Goths are so similar. The only way to tell the difference is that Goth must avoid the sun and need living blood to sustain live. If there is no other physical difference then it should be possible.
"It is not written."
There was a hesitation when he answered. With his eyes still trained on me I knew Master was not being forthright in his answer. Starting to ask another question I felt the tickle of a strong empathic stroke of my medulla. Knowing immediately I should not pursue the issue. While he had given no visible indication that my interruption had caused him anger I knew that he was giving me a silent warning that some questions were better left unasked. I lowered my position bowing my head and returning to learning posture waiting for the lecture to resume. Hoping that my questioning had not cause him to single me out for special instruction.
Pop.
The dream ended and I could sense while sleeping that I was in real tick. I was still locked alone in the cell deep within the Goth pod and could sense no change within the room. Deep in the substantia nigra of my brain there was another spark. My body began to shake uncontrollably bringing me out of my sleep. I concentrated on the region to control the shaking as the spark began to expand. I was under attack. Even without Computer, I knew what needed to occur. The attacker, his signature I recognized, had left his mark before. Fall back. Fall back and control the shaking. Let the spark grow.
Adam was in my mind and had caught it off guard. All my mental defenses kicked in. The medulla oblongata shifted its electrical output as my memory center began to shut down, to protect it from intrusion. The transformation from secured neglect to active combat was smooth, as the Master had taught. As the spark blazed brighter attempting to travel the neural net of my brain my defenses threw up shields that reflected the light back on to itself. The shaking ceased. The ease of blocking the attack told my conscious mind that it was a third level attempt to compromise my defense. This type of attack left open Adam to the counterattack that I was preparing. If successful it would leave his defenses useless allowing me to raid each region of his mind if I chose. Leaving him helpless allowing me to have my way with his mind and his body. It was his body that I wanted to test, tease, the desire to have him embolden me as I prepared to retaliate his feeble intrusion. Tasting his succulent fluid was high on my list. To dominate Adam, showing I was a Master, was paramount, the lessons taught by Master spoke that Humans must demonstrate superiority. If not Humans would be nothing more than a tasty succulent. A Goth could easily drain Humans of his emotions, his life energy, or become a bleeder. Always near death but not allowed to die. Always feeding the Goth who held sway over his life.
The need to prove dominance readied me. Fear was not a factor. My desire to feed on Adam's essence was paramount. My survival was what important.
The mirrored blocks I used, reflected Adam's invasion deeper into my mind. Drawing him faster inside while I manipulated the direction of his movement. Misdirection was a simple mind trick. Letting him believe he held the advantage. Waiting for him to firmly establish the conduit in his attempt to take control of my mind. Waiting to use Adam's own energy probe against him.
Because I retreated quickly Adam established a weak link inside my mind. He began drawing energy from me. He was hungry, too hungry. I sensed his enjoyment as he fed. He lost himself in a feeding frenzy.
Once lost, his weak hold faltered and I slipped inside his mind, emitting a smooth brush-like stroke mimicking his electrical impulses and gently probed his outer cortex. Stealth like I moved deeper towards my objective where I would strike back. His emotional center buried deep in his cortex was just within my grasps. Slowly I began shunting indirect electrical charges to his medulla and hippocampus. Pushing deeper, I increased my electrical output feeling the tickle as my medulla increased its chemical/electrical output, outmatching Adam's. I was careful, subconsciously altering my flow to match his as I pushed the last distance to seize control of his mind. Once buried in the growing chaos of his mental abilities I would attack like a savage tazdog rutting through garbage looking for a meal after mating.
Adam must have sense danger as he paused and started to withdraw. This was a mistake according Master's teachings. Adam should have drawn strength from within or from Vega and pressed his advantage. Master taught planet Vega generated psychic energy. Energy when tapped enabled symbiotic sharing between the psychic Goth, their blood drinking brethren, and Vega. It was from this Vegan psychic energy that I drew strength for my final push. What I wanted would not elude me as I pushed the remaining white light out of my mind back into the neural net of my opponent. As I did I stepped through the portal into chaos noting that Adam's defenses faltered as I turn his blinding white light on him. There were no longer any shades of gray in Adam's mind. Light was illuminating the darkness of his mind as I focused my energy on the region of his mind that controlled his libido. As the light surrounded the region I felt a surge of energy from Adam as his body reacted to the stimulation. I could feel the heat rising off his body as he yielded to the stimulations and crumbled to the floor of his cell.
Somehow I knew that Adam was near. He was here. Here in the same pod I was in. Where I didn't know but I knew. The desire that Computer had checked earlier I disregarded. I sense him faltering. I painted the image of my desires feeling his body tighten, as he laid still, his muscular arms and lean powerful athletic legs spread open as he gave himself to the sensations I started sending through his body. His breathing became shallow devolving into faint audible mutterings. I felt his body tighten further when I made final contact.
Mentally, I moved my hands up placing them on his chest. I could see it expand as I began touching every part of his chest and the sides. The feel of his warm, smooth skin made me moan for an instant. I leaned forward as I rubbed his chest and breathed in the smell of his skin. It smelled warm, and slightly perfumed like he had rubbed the spores of meadow grass on it.
We were together in bed back at Patty's, Computer giving a soft tick, which was barely audible. We had both stripped and I was gazing at Adam's as he lay next to me. His long blond hair framing his face as it fanned over his shoulders. His closed emerald eyes would twitch as his head rocked back and forth as I lightly began to lick a tail from his neck to his nipples, stopping to carefully nibble each one until they were hard pointing upward. Adam groaned as he enjoyed the sensation as I gently lapped at them like a tazcat licking its fur. He lifted his midsection and ass up off the bed for an instance. I ran my hands up inside his strong legs, almost touching his balls.
In my mind, I could hear him asking for more but I had other things on my mind. I began to slowly move down, my tongue making a wet trail between his broad pectorals down his stomach. I ran my tongue around both bellybuttons. I noticed that unlike humans he had no trail of hair extending down to his groin area. In fact, he had no body hair expect the golden hair that covered his head. I leaned up and looked up at him. His expression was mirthful responding to my stimulus. Stealing a quick glance at his waiting cock, it looked magnificent; I put saliva on an index finger then spread it over his right nipple as I my tongue downward. Without pubic hair it looked more massive than it really was. There a slight curve to his tool where it rose out of his crotch and it caused his cock to pressed slightly against his lower abdomen. He tensed up, taking a deep breath as I blew a cool breath of air over its head. I smile up at him. Then gingerly, I used my tongue to lap at the large drop of precum he produced before blowing air across the head again. I repeated this until I saw his ball sac begin to pull upward to the base of his cock that lay pointing to his stomach ending just under his belly buttons. Leaning forward I blew a soft stream or air up and down the length of his shaft.
I let Adam relax. He still said nothing as he pulled back from a climax. He did however put his hand on my head to pushed me back to his waiting member. I knew what he wanted. As I neared his cock inside my head I heard one word, `Please.' I looked at his cock, it was not overly veined, and it lay against him, almost painfully erect. I ran two fingers lightly down its length, and as I gently wrapped them around the base of his cock, I blew once again across the head. I opened my mouth and lay the head on my tongue. Adam moaned and his hips thrust upward off the bed, trying to press his cock into my mouth. I kept a solid hold on his cock. In my hand it was like a rod of blue steel.
I moved around and gently moved Adam's legs apart and knelt between them leaning over I pulled his cock to my mouth taking in the head as I closed my lips around it. As I starting down, I swirled my tongue over the head. As I continued moving downward I rasped my tongue on the sensitive underside of the head until my lips met the cocks base and my rested against his body. Fighting out the urge to gag, with the cock nestled in my throat I started to message the head with my throat muscles.
I looked up at his face and wasn't surprised to see a look of need and pure lust.
Through our shared mind link I asked, "Do you want me to do this?"
Adam moaned and thrust his hips up, trying to get his cock deeper, but I pulled my head back preventing him.
"Is this what you want, Adam?"
Adam nodded.
"Is this what you have been seeking?"
Again he nodded, as he began running one hand through my hair. With the other he grasped for my shoulder.
"Please. I need you to suck me." He spoke to me in my mind.
With my eyes I smiled and used my tongue to bath his cock from its base to its head, then swirled it around the head a few times. I started to piston up and down using my lips to hold it inside my warm mouth. Adam kept his hand on my head to help as his hips matched my movement. I altered the speed as I sucked him and he would alter his thrusts to mine. I continued to suck his cock, running my tongue around the head, and occasionally twisted my motion to compliment the up and down movement.
Adam began to ooze pre-cum, his breathing deeper and more ragged. He began to moan audibly and directly into my mind as the varied sensation began to overwhelm him. He raised his leg slightly, enough to open a wider space between his ass cheeks. I took it as a sign to further stimulate him as I began to message his rosebud. While caressing it I began to suck him harder until I felt his cock thicken slightly as he approached orgasm. I began to roll his testicles with my free hand pushing him closer to the edge.
As I offered more pressure on his rosebud, Adam's thrusts helped to draw my finger into his anal canal. I was surprised his body provided a natural lubrication allowing my finger to slip in without causing discomfort. Far from it, Adam's body reacted with increase lust as I felt his sphincter tighten around it.
In my mind I heard him, "Put another finger in."
I felt his quick intakes of breath as bursts of pleasure raced up and down his body. Adding a second finger proved as easy as the first. Using both, I began to slow swirling motion. I must have located his prostate, since he produced more pre-cum and he began to thrash wildly. I had difficulty keeping his cock in my mouth as the stimulations started to overwhelm him.
His ass was grinding onto my fingers as I added a third finger. Using all three fingers independently, I began to prod his prostate, each finger applying a different amount of pressure. Adam's body bowed several times and I thought he was going to cum but he didn't. His sphincter went through several spasms around my fingers and a loud guttural moan screamed in my mind. His eyes flew open and glowed a deep emerald green before rolling upward until the only thing I could see was the ghostly white eyeball. Then he closed his eyes as he continued to thrust into my mouth.
With another moan his body tensed up, arching his body, his ass clamping tight around my fingers like a vise until they hurt, every muscle of his body went rigid as the first wave of his orgasm shuttered through him.
Adam spread his arms out to both sides of the bed then he gripped the sheet covering the bed, seemingly steadying himself before the next wave of pleasure raced through is toned body.
As the second wave struck he began to fill my mouth with volumes of cum. Each time he released I swallowed until his cum started escaping pass my lips I couldn't trap it all. After the sixth orgasmic pulse, his ass released my fingers; he relaxed back on the bed but didn't release his hold on the bed cloths.
I watch him slowly relax. I smile at him as I crawled up the bed and then I softly pressed my lips to his. His lips parted, at first his tongue hesitated, I felt his tongue enter my mouth, sampling his own cum.
I pulled back slightly from control and breathed a sigh of relief which held together a mixture of awe and dread at what had just finished happening. I had never before completely taken control of another's mind. During training at the hands of the Master, he always manipulated the exercise keeping us novices from accomplishing the task. Even during punishment Master controlled the outcome. Now I had the control of another knowing I could cause it to do anything I wanted.
The experience left me somewhat shaken from the experience but I could feel myself growing stronger draining the life force from Adam. I also knew that the event had caused me to have an orgasm. Cum covered the inside of my palzsuit in the groin area and its stickiness didn't help the tight fitting suits comfort. I knew that I would have to get out of it soon or it would be glued to me. The idea of pealing off the suit and pulling out pubic hair didn't appeal to me.
The feeling of restoration began to soar like afterglow. I could sense that Adam's life was nearing and end. I could barely sense any emotion or memories. What energy he had left was in a losing battle in an attempt to maintain basic bodily functions. Keeping his heart working and minimal brain activity. His other functions had begun to shut down.
I was starting to revel in my first taste of complete victory over a Goth when the door of my cell flew open followed by blinding light from the hall. Elder NaBee rushed in, terror filled his eyes. He was screaming inside my mind but I couldn't understand what he was trying to communicate. Still to deep inside Adam's mind, my training was not about to release my control until the last electrical discharge of his was absorbed by my mind.
While Elder was shaking me it took me a moment to notice that Computer was back online and in its voice began to draw me back into myself.
"Jas."
Pause.
"Jas."
Each time Computer said my name it was louder and more insistent. Tick and tick again Computer called as the last door to Adam's mind closed. I could feel his life force attempt to become stronger but it was failing I had sucked away too much. Adam was dieing. A smile grew across my face inside the plazsuit.
Still Computer called me. I didn't answer. The shaking from the Elder was becoming violent. With more strength than I knew I had, I flung him off me. He fell against the opposite wall in a heap. Jumping after him, I stood over him building a conduit into his mind readying an attack. In the distance I could hear other Goths running through the corridors leading them to my cell. At last I could understand what the Elder was attempting to communicate.
As he laid against the wall he ways repeating, "You must not allow him to die."
Sorry for the delay in getting this installment posted. There was a death in the family, then a nasty virus in the computer and other things along the way that I wont bore you with.
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Chapter Five -- Some Explanations
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