"Lara Begins" Part I
by
Inspector Ramos and Doctor Symon entered the small cafe just outside of
the large port city. It was small, seating maybe twenty-five, and
quite warm and cozy. The shop served a variety of teas and wines, and
some small snacks and treats, mostly fruits and pastries. They took a
seat near the rear, and watched the patrons and the waiters go about
their business.
"I am telling you, Symon," said Ramos, "that this girl is our ticket to
Alderaan, and probably the other Minga besides. No one, I repeat, no
one, has ever escaped from the Minga. And it is no secret that
Alderaan is the most powerful of the group. They have held the Guild
in thrall for centuries. This is our change to gain a wedge or a lever
into their organization."
It was no secret that the Minga actually had control over the Guild.
The Minga was the sole supplier of navigators and steersman for the
Guild's ships. And the Guild had a monopoly on all space travel. But
what should have been an agreeable arrangement was slowly turning into
an advantage for the Minga. And the Minga pressed the advantage at
every turn, slowly bringing the Guild to its knees.
The two men continued to sit in their corner and watch the shop. A
young blonde girl, barely five feet tall, entered and began making pots
of tea. She hardly weighed one hundred pounds and she moved with the
smooth grace of a dancer. Both men noticed the sway of the hips and
jiggle of the breasts. Though the girl was only a c cup, she appeared
much larger because of her petite frame. And her clothing, while
modest and simple, did nothing to hide her sexuality and beauty.
"That must be Lara, the girl we seek," said Symon. "It makes sense to
me. She stands out, with her blonde hair and the frame. And it is a
joy just to watch her move."
"It is hard to believe she is twenty-five," said Inspector Ramos. "She
could quite easily pass for seventeen. It must have been something in
her diet when she was in the service of Alderaan."
Both men became startled when they noticed the girl begin to walk
towards their table. She had a soft smile playing about her lips, and
the fact that she was carrying a tray with tea and fruit did nothing to
hide her seductiveness. She reached the table and set the tray down.
"Good evening, gentlemen. I am Lara. One of you is Inspector Ramos
and the other Doctor Symon. I am sorry I do not know who is who.
Please enjoy some refreshment. I will be back in a few minutes to
answer your questions," said Lara.
The two shocked men watched Lara walk away, and then slowly began to
pour some tea and nibble on the fruit.
"She knew exactly who we were," said Inspector Ramos. "This is no
child we are dealing with here, Symon. She is experienced, not only in
bed, but also probably in some politics and with people in general. We
must tread carefully!"
Symon only nodded. He was to busy watching Lara approach her table.
As she approached and seated herself, Symon became aware that he had a
very painful and profound erection!
Lara seated herself and poured some tea. Inspector Ramos opened his
briefcase and pulled out a small recorder. He placed it on the table
and activated it. Doctor Symon took out a notepad. He preferred to
observe nuances, such as body language and facial expression. Both men
made themselves comfortable.
"Where shall I begin?" asked Lara.
"I think," said Dr. Symon, "from the very beginning."
"Yes," said Inspector Ramos, "that would be wise. From the very start,
if you please, Lara."
Lara sighed and took a slow sip of tea. She smiled softly and began
her story:
"I was but sixteen, gentlemen. My father, as both of you probably
know, was a consulting engineer doing research work for the Guild. He
was on a small island on the planet Rossak. My mother and I were on
the mainland where I was attending school.
"Over a holiday, my mother and I flew to meet him. We were to spend an
entire week with him, relaxing, taking in the beaches, and in general
just having a good time. My father's associate, Dr. Chalmers, a fellow
engineer, also brought his wife and two sons to the island at the same
time.
Dr. Symon listened, periodically making notes. Inspector Ramos watched
his recording device.
"One beautiful, sunny day," continued Lara, "all of us had decided we
should picnic at a lake my father knew about. We packed up the hampers
and food and set off early in the morning. The lake was indeed quite
spectacular. The boys and I swam, and the adults enjoyed the outdoors
and fresh air.
"What we did not know," Lara went on, "is that there was a mutant and
cyborg camp less than two miles away. The previous night, there had
been a breakout. The mutants and cyborgs were roaming the area.
Dr. Symon nodded. During the Vegan wars, the mutants and cyborgs did
most of the fighting. The peace treaty outlawed all mutant and cyborg
creation. The remaining mutants and cyborgs were put in camps, due to
their extreme violent nature. At times, however, some occasionally
popped up, created for special purposes.
"The attack," continued Lara, "was quite brutal. The men were killed
instantly, including my father. We three women, my mother, Mrs.
Chalmers, and myself, were another matter.
Inspector Ramos shivered. He knew, from experience, that a military
attack would have human controllers. The attack would be short,
direct, brutal, and inflict the maximum number of casualties. Then the
attacking force would leave quickly. But this was no military attack.
The women would be brutalized, the men and boys killed. It was nothing
but a sheer venting of rage by the mutants and cyborgs.
"I saw my father's head smashed by a large rock," said Lara. "I became
paralyzed with fear; all movement was impossible. I saw Mrs. Chalmers
get pulled to the ground, and all of her clothing was torn off of her
body!
Lara paused for a moment to collect her thoughts and emotions. The
memory was quite emotional and very, very disturbing to her.
"Perhaps you need a pause, my dear," said Dr. Symon. He poured Lara
some fresh tea.
Lara paused a few moments to recollect her thoughts, and then she
continued on.
"A rather large mutant," she said, "charged me. He was easily seven or
eight feet tall, quite brown, and very, very muscular. He grabbed me
and tore my bikini from me, and then he began to play in between my
legs with his fingers. Now, gentlemen, please keep in mind his fingers
were in proportion to the rest of his frame!
Lara blushed and giggled. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but sometimes, when I
remember some of my experiences, I get quite aroused. And in
discussion, such as this, I may get embarrassed.
Dr. Symon smiled softly. "We do understand, Lara. Please continue
with this at your own pace.
"Well, gentlemen, I found this sensation quite exquisite!" continued
Lara. "He continued until I was aroused, then he entered me. I
thought I would break in two from his size; he hurt me quite a bit.
And, at that time, I was a virgin. It was quite painful. He pumped
that oversized penis in me for what seemed an eternity, then he
climaxed. It felt like a gallon of fluid had entered me! But,
gentlemen, something was happening. I liked the sensations and the
feelings going through me. And when he finished and tossed me on the
sand, I was quite confused.
Dr. Symon made some notes. He knew the statistics. Ninety-eight
percent of the women who were taken by a mutant or cyborg died. One
and one-half percent went hopelessly insane. The one half of one
percent who enjoyed it was in demand, as breeders and to provide these
creatures with sexual pleasure. And it was the only way these women
could enjoy sex.
"I really don't know what happened, to a point, Sirs," continued Lara.
"I know I was passed around between several of the mutants. I was in a
bit of a trance. At some point, my mind completely gave into the
pleasure.
Inspector Ramos noticed, as Lara paused, she had become quite red. The
blush on her face was very deep. She was fidgeting in her seat, and
appeared to be experiencing a bit of discomfort.
"Continue whenever you are ready, Lara dear," said Dr. Symon.
"Well, this is a bit hard to talk about, Sirs," said Lara.
Dr. Symon smiled to himself. This was the point where she would go
completely over to the alien, mutant, and cyborg side. This is the
part where she would give in, and lose herself completely in the
pleasure. He removed a new pen and prepared to write.
"Well," said Lara, "at some point I came out of the swoon. I found
myself straddling a large, dark green mutant, trying to take all of a
rough penis that was, perhaps, fourteen inches long. It hurt, but I
embraced the pain, and worshipped the pleasure! I finally managed to
fit some of him in me, and began to rock a bit back and forth on him.
His rough, coarse penis was causing unbelievable sensations inside me.
"Next, Sirs, I completely lost all control," continued Lara with a very
deep blush. "Another mutant approached from the rear, and with his
claws started to pinch my nipples. Then, he slowly, oh so slowly,
entered my anus. I leaned forward to accommodate him. Between the
pain and the pleasure, it was heavenly! I rocked back and forth,
feeling the two huge penises rub together inside me! I had wave after
wave of orgasm, and gave completely into the sensations.
"I don't know how long this went on. It seemed as if it would last
forever. I do, however, remember bathing, naked in the lake. That is
how the security forces found me.
Dr. Symon nodded. That was in the report. A naked girl, in a state of
ecstasy, was bathing and splashing in the water.
"Well, my dear," said Inspector Ramos, "I do believe we have covered
quite enough for one session. At our next meeting, in two nights, we
could discuss how you became involved with Alderaan?
"Of course, Sirs," said Lara with a smile. "Until we meet again."
She rose, shook their hands, and escorted them to the door. The two
Guild agents left and walked slowly down the street.
"You know, Ramos," said Symon, "we have here the very beginning of her
introduction to Alderaan. We must proceed carefully. I am getting
some valuable insights into the girl's state of mind and emotions.
"Yes," answered Ramos. "She is a slut for the creatures. But she will
give us Alderaan. And, perhaps, take care of us?
"Oh," smiled Symon. "I would like that. But all things in their time.
In two nights we will probe her for more information. Then we shall
see where the gate to Alderaan and the Minga are!
- The End -
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