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Journal Entry 120 / 0413
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OUTSIDE:

     There is a strong preference on this ship for the forward lounge,
and I suppose that's normal, being an exploration vessel. Most people
prefer to look ahead, to where they're going, to watch the stars
approach and fly by.

     But me?  At the moment, I'd rather sit in the aft lounge.  It's
emptier, the bartender less busy, and the music a little more subdued.
Besides, we're two days out of Pendor, and Ian is taking it a little
more slowly than usual.  He's cautious, a racial trait, but more than
that he knows that in two days all this that has been built on his ship
will end.  1107 people crammed into a microscopic society, much of us
very dependent upon the decisions Ian, Wendy, and the Engineering crew
make.  We depend on Wendy to make sure nobody does anything stupid, like
double-cycle an airlock, or overcharge the carbon releases into the
s-space fusion drives.  We hope Ian negotiates properly, and that the
navigator won't aim us right through the heart of a star or something.
To quote, "That'd end your trip real quick, wouldn't it?"

     But more than that, we've come to rely on each other to maintain
the semblance of sanity we call "ship's role."  With only 1107 people to
choose from, and nowhere to go to get away from everybody else, there's
a lot of need for understanding, compassion, and tolerance.  Especially
since there are ten-plus different races on board, everything from Ian
to the delphin s-space pilots.  648 days may seem like a long time, but
it can seem longer if you're not just getting along.  And if you're like
me, trying to manage or juggle your relationships takes effort,
practice, and a really quick tongue.

     So I like the aft lounge.  It lets me see where we've been, when
our forward-looking attitude becomes almost a parody of what we are.
And in two days, all these relationships come to an end. We'll be home.
And some won't reapply for another trip out, and new people will be on
board, and when we land we'll be surrounded  by people we knew when we
left, people who, like us, have gone through over two years of change.
Ian knows all this, and gave us two more days to talk it out,
peacefully, under real calm Corrane-I drive that requires virtually no
engineering crew and literally no bridge crew.  This is a time for us to
be together, before every relationship on board comes crashing down.

     Like mine.  And Kathy's.  As I watch the stars recede, I waited for
her.

     I don't remember how long I was waiting before I heard her voice.
It wasn't that long.  "Hi."

     I looked up at her young and pretty face.  Only eighteen years old
now, I wondered what she was going to do when we got home.  Kathy's a
spacer, there's all there is to her, and I know when she gets home she's
going to walk right into Ian's office and say, "please?"

     "Hi yourself, beautiful.  Sit down?"  I motioned to the chair
opposite my own.  In the subdued lighting she looked magnificent, her
long blond tresses glinting merrily.

     She smiled.  "Sure."  She sat and ordered herself a tall mug of Orc
Tea.

     "How can you drink that stuff?"

     "What?  Iced Mate'?  It's good."

     "It's boiled tree bark."

     "Oh, yeah, and this is coming from a human who drinks gfi."

     "Hey, I like gfi.  But I suppose our eternal argument about what is
and is not good food isn't really why you asked me to meet you here
after your shift."

     She smiled again.  "No, it isn't."

     "Then, what?"

     She paused, staring off at the far wall for a few seconds, then she
sighed and said, "In less than two days, we're going to be in orbit
around Pin.  We're already inside Pendor Controlled Space.  We passed
the Oort cloud about an hour ago, it's on the PBBS."

     "I suppose this is the discussion that's going all over the ship.
What are we gonna do when we get home, right?"

     "Well...Yes.  And no."  I raised my eyebrows.  "I know almost
exactly what were going to do when we get home.  You're going to go back
to P'nyssa and M'ress and Paul and your home and settle down for another
century or so, until you get bored again. And we both know that I'm
going back out into space as soon as possible, although I'd love to go
with Ian if I can.  He likes me, and I like him, and all personal
feeling aside, he's a great captain.  Wait, please, I can see you're
dying to interrupt me.  I love you, Ken.  You know that, and I know
that, and I love you, too.  The times we've had aboard the Eldarfaroth
are unforgettable, and in my case, pretty indelible."

     I smiled.  The rings I'd pierced through her labia were constant
reminders, to both of us, just how far we'd explored her need to give,
and my strength to control.  I wore the keys to her heart, almost
literally, around my neck.

     She continued.  "So don't tell me what you feel, and that it'll be
alright, and give me all of the Shardik bullshit you're so good at, and
you know it."  I kept smiling, and nodded.

     But she didn't say anything further, so I said "So?"

     "So."  She smiled.  She rested her elbows on the table and leaned
over to me, and in a soft voice she said, "I want one more thing from
you..." and she whispered the last word, "master."

     I raised my eyebrow again, and said, equally softly, "And what
would that be, my slave?"

     "I want a brand."

     I paused.  I wasn't sure I'd heard that right, so I played her
words over again in my mind.  I'd heard it right.

     "You want a... brand?"

     She nodded.  "Mm Hmm."

     "Like in a burn mark?"  My voice was a little closer to stage
whisper now.

     "Yeah."  And when she said that, her eyes lit up, like they had
when she'd asked for the piercing.

     I thought about it for all of three seconds.  I could see in those
eyes that there was no way I was going to talk her out of this one, like
I hadn't been able to talk her out of the last one, the piercings.
Okay, then.  I said, "What kind?"

     "Eldar, four stars."  She smiled back.

     "My personal symbol."  My brows knitted.  I thought about it.  It
made sense, but I didn't like it.  Every lover she'd ever have would
know that at one point somebody had burned Shardik's personal symbol
onto her, probably Shardik myself.  In any event, they'd be sure to ask
about it.  Not many people walk around with brands, to be sure.  I've
never heard of one.  More painful than tattoos, I imagine.  I wouldn't
know, I've never had either.

     "Yeah."  Was all she said, and her eyes again lit up.

     All I could do was nod.  My slave had more control over our
relationship than I did.


INSIDE:

     It was a different beach, on a different planet, in a different
part of the universe.  The sand was crystal white this time, and the
ocean really was blue, and the trees were your standard palms.  This is
Pandora, a green world of my desire, made because Pendor lacks some
things, things which we can live without, but I'd rather not.  Pandora
adds to the system that is Pendor, allows for a special kind of
variation that is absolutely  necessary.  Without Pandora's gravity,
Pendor would never have tides and her beaches would be stagnant and
unwashed.  Pandora also has something unique... sunrises and sunsets.
Pandora is deliberately geologically unstable, kicking overlarge amounts
of volcanic dust into the atmosphere, so depending on where you stand,
the sunsets are spectacular blue-greens or red-yellows.

     And tonight's sunset was magnificent.  A spectacular blue sinking
into the horizon, the momentary green flash as it refracted in the
atmosphere and finally disappeared out of sight. I paused to watch it,
and then sat and waited.  This time there was no shimmer of transport.
We were within Pin's rays, and everything was accessible by stepping
disk.  Kathy merely appeared to my left, on the beach.  Naked, she fell
to her knees.

     I rose from the sand and approached my thrall.  She kept her head
down, her hands in her lap, waiting for the pain she had requested I
inflict.  I walked around her, admiring her beauty, not for the first
time, and as I walked behind her, I slid my fingers under her hair and
grabbed a handful.  She gasped, a delicious shudder running through her.
"Slave, crawl."

     She lifted a knee and slid forward.  On her knees, I directed her
over to the unlit bonfire that I had erected on the sand.  "Stop."  She
did, and I said "See that?  Tonight, in there, is your request.  A mark,
a sear to remember me by as you travel back out to the stars.  Is that
what you want?"

     I barely heard her over the surf.  "Yes."

     "Then watch."  I gestured, and a small charge in the center of the
bonfire lit, flicking about, light the rest of the fire.  We sat,
waiting, as the flame grew.  I spread a blanket on the ground near the
flame, and directed her to it.  A large foam wedge supported her head
and back, and I spread her legs.  With a small watercolor pen, I marked
a small dot on her thigh, about two inched below her cunt, right where I
was going to put the tiny brand I'd had fashioned.  A Ssphynx I trust,
who makes his own leaded typesets, made the design for me, and another
smith, this one a Gerion, made the brand for me from Maccus' design.  I
had built the fire in a tepee design, so that inside lay the small alloy
form, less than an inch high, of the Eldar, my symbol, heating until it
was glowing white.

     As the fire blazed, I slowly stripped off my clothing.  I don't
need all that absurd costumery most purveyors of D&S seem to feel I do;
she was my slave, she had been for almost two years now, and that was
that.  I glanced over at her, leaning against the pillow, her legs
carefully and deliberately splayed open.  I had long ago removed her
pubic hair as an impediment, and her excitement was hotly evident in her
swollen inner lips and the firelight glistening of her juices.

     I reached back behind my neck and undid the clasp of the chain.
The tiny key on it slid down into my hand.  I crouched down between
those lovely legs and with one hand lifted the lock closing her labia
while with the other I slid the key into place. She sighed silently as I
slid the lock out of its place of honor.  I stroked her between her lips
with one finger, parting those inner lips, passing over her vagina, but
I didn't penetrate her, not yet.  That was for later.

     I reached back into the bag with which I'd brought all of tonight's
paraphernalia, and brought out the black sash.  She looked up at me, and
I allowed it, as I slowly tied it around her eyes and secured at the
back of her head, threading it partially through her hair.  The last I
saw of her eyes before I put the cloth on, they were bright and wet and
afraid, but they also trusted me.  She began to sob quietly, a small
tear slowly leaving a trail down her cheek as it dropped from behind the
blindfold.  I leaned over and lightly kissed her cheek, and she turned
her head to meet my lips, but I was already on my way down her neck, and
her back arched towards me, encouraging me to lick her nipple, but just
before I reached one I pulled away.  She sobbed anew in frustration.  I
smiled.

     I rarely blindfolded Kathy.  There was something in my nature that
said she should always be allowed to see what was going to happen to
her, but tonight that sort of personal taboo made violation all the more
delicious.  I was pulling out all the stops tonight.  It was our last,
most intense night in a long list of intense nights and I wanted her to
feel the fear, love, pain and pleasure we always shared, more than ever.

     I reached into the bag again and took out the extension tongs and
the small wooden block I had brought to hold the brand. Deep inside the
fire, it was glowing and ready.

     "Slave?"

     "Yes Master?" she replied, the fear in her voice thick.  She'd
asked for this, but even she knew that she didn't really know what she'd
asked for.

     "Are you ready?"

     "I...I think so."

     "Not gonna back out on me, are you?"

     "No, master.  I will not."

     "Good."  I took the tongs and reached into the fire.  I turned the
hot metal over so that the insert was face up, picked it up in the tongs
and brought it towards me.  I held the block of wood in my left hand and
pressed the insert tab into the hold in the block and turned, securing
it onto place.  I turned and shifted the searing cast to my right hand,
and I leaned over and aimed at the mark I'd made earlier with the pen.

     And I pressed.

     She screamed, a pure, pealing thing of pain and terror, even as I
watched with fascination at her flesh vaporizing away in wisps.  I
removed the brand, tossed it carelessly into the ocean.  I'd never need
it ever again, didn't want it ever again.

     With a bottle of alcohol, I cooled and cleaned the small mark.  As
the alcohol evaporated, I examined my work.  It was small, clean, and
clear...a perfect Eldar, four small dots around  that may as well have
been stars.  My sign.  Burned into her flesh.  I cursed a little wryly
at my erection, betraying the fact that somewhere deep inside, I had
enjoyed the pain I'd inflicted.

     I reached up, and tears were streaming down her cheeks when I
reached for the blindfold.  I slowly untied it and took it off.   I
reached out for her and she rushed into my arms, crying.  She sobbed for
a long time, and I slowly leaned her back against the cushion.  On top
of her, I parted her legs and slid my erection into her.

     She sighed, her eyes closing in pleasure, her arms wrapped around
my neck.  I held there, my cock nestled up gently against her cervix.
She opened her eyes and looked into mine.  "So good," was all she
whispered.

     "I'm glad." I replied, slowly stroking myself into and out of her,
her satinlike sex holding onto me.  She wrapped her legs around me as I
began to fuck her, watching her face glow red with pleasure, the heat of
our bodies starting to outwarm the fire.

     I supported my weight on my hands and pushed up to look at her,
lowering my head to lick and tease her nipples, and small groans of
pleasure escaped her.

     "I love you, Kathy," I said, my tempo increasing, my need to come
growing.

     "I love you too," her voice rising in pitch, in need.  Her hips
began thrusting against mine, and the sensations running along my cock
were growing, coming stronger, and I could feel the tightening in my
chest.  Faster.

     Faster, harder, fucking my slave, my thrall, my beloved.  She
became my universe, my attention focussed on her, her open mouth,
breathing hard as we pushed against each other.  I could feel it more,
now than ever.

     I began to pound.  I felt I was going to hurt her, and as I passed
the point of no return I stopped and stared into her eyes, my cock
positioned to thrust one last time.  I felt like I as on the edge of a
great cliff.

     I pushed.  I fell.  I screamed, releasing into her, coming.  She
sighed as I collapsed on top of her, my last desperate thrusts pushing
my orgasm on and on.  I felt I was dissolving.  I was losing
consciousness.  I was going.

     Deep in the back of my mind, the circuits kicked in, saying "I will
not pass out" over and over, and I shook my head to clear it.  I smiled,
and looked down at her.  She smiled back, and we laughed and wrapped our
arms around each other, holding and laughing until tears streamed from
our eyes.  I slowly raised myself back until I was kneeling on my knees
and looked down at her, lying against the cushion.  She pushed herself
up into a sitting position and looked down at her right thigh.  She
trailed a finger slowly over the blackened burn.  "What do you think?"
I asked.

     She hummed a little, a sigh maybe, and said, "Oh Gods, Ken, I think
it's incredible.  I don't think I can ever come close to telling you how
wonderful it is."

     "I'm glad you like it."

     "Like?  I love it!  And I love you.  Thank you."

     "No, Kath, thank you.  You've been wonderful to me."

     "And you to me."


EPILOGUE 171 / 0413:

     I stood out on the balcony of my domicile.  I'd been home for
almost two months now, but Kathy and I hadn't seen each other because
she'd been busy taking her academy exams.  She'd shown up last night in
her active duty uniform, with Ian's personal signet on her chest, to
tell me that Ian had accepted her as an engineering research trainee,
and that she was shipping out tommorrow.  That is to say, today.  In
fact, according to my watch, the Eldarfaroth transits to hyperdrive in
four minutes.

     P'Nyssa came up behind me and I heard her put two glasses of
something down on the table.  She wrapped her tens around me and leaned
up against me.  I leaned back, still looking up the night sky.  I know,
it's illogical to look up since there was no real way to know what
direction the ship was going, and the ring points in but Ian's headed
out, but still I looked up at the stars showing beyond the rim of the
ring.  Stars I might have been to.  Stars Kathy might be headed to.

     Nyss rested her head on my shoulder and sighed quietly.  I echoed
her sigh, and said quietly, "It is impossible to love your wife without
loving all women somewhat."

     "Uncle Lazarus?"

     "Yeah."

     "You're going to miss her, aren't you?"

     "A little.  No, that's not true.  I'm gonna miss her a lot.  Our
affair may have been a bit... strange, but I did love her, and I know
she loved me, too.  I don't think anybody could have done for her what I
did, and vice versa."

     "I don't think so either."

     "I know we haven't talked much about it, but does it bother you
what we did?"

     "No, I don't think so."  She smiled a little.  "I know you well
enough to know how you express yourself.  You're too smart for that kind
of bullshit."

     "You know what, Nyss?  It's been a few hundred years since you
moved in, and I've never been happier to see you than today."

     She smiled again, pulled back, and handed me my glass.

     "I know," was all she said.