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Subject: Journal Entry 146 / 0571  [ Contact Closed With Foreign Host ]
Date: 28 Mar 1996 13:18:36 GMT
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    I walked up behind Rainy, who was other oblivious to what was 
going  on around her, and tapped her on the shoulder.  "Hoya, 
kiddo."

    She turned and squealed, "Daddy!"  I jumped out of the way of 
her chair as she rose and pushed it clear so fast it scooted away 
from the table about two meters.  I caught it before it fell over.  
Her smile went from Tindal ear to Tindal ear as she hugged me, 
jumping up and down 
gently.  "Oh, its so good to see you!"

    I hugged her back just as hard.  "It's good to see you, too, 
sweetheart.  So how's the PAS business?"

    "You don't want to talk business, do you?"  She nearly pouted.  
"How's mom?  How're my brother and sister?"

    I smiled.  Rainy, for some reason I cannot fathom, has always 
had a fascination with her younger siblings.  "Alexi and Elizabeth 
are fine, sweetheart.  How's your girl friend?"

    "Perry?  She's fine."  A small blush crossed her eyes.  "We're 
getting reacquainted; I've been in space for awhile, you know."

    I hugged her close.  "I know, sweetheart.  It's great when you 
come home again.  Have you talked to Richard yet?"

    She shook her head.  "Not yet.  But I will, I will.  My leave 
is for a couple of months.  It's a major refit of the ship."

    "Good," I said.  "I missed you."

    "Missed you too, Daddy."  She hugged me tightly and said, "I 
really hate to do this, but I have to run."

    "So soon?" I asked.  "I just got my lunch."

    "I know, but I promised Perry I would meet her around six."

    I bit my lower lip and sighed.  "Okay, sweetheart.  Go have 
fun."

    She frantically assembled all her dishware onto her tray and 
headed back towards the Arc cafeteria.  As she passed she kissed me 
on the cheek and said, "Take care, Dad."

    "I will, sweetheart."  I reached out and touched her ten 
gently.  "Can I still have a night with you?"

    She nodded, enthusiastically.  "You and mom, if you'd like."

    "I would!" I said, smiling. 

    She nodded her reply and headed off.  I settled back into my 
chair and started to eat.  It was sheer coincidence that I was in 
the Arc for class the same day Rainy was here for her assessment.  
Still, it was great seeing her again.  I missed her a lot, when she 
was off in space, and sometimes the stories she brings us are more 
than a little scary.

    I was making my way slowly through the incredibly thick stew 
when a lovely femFel entered my field of vision, opposite me.  
"Commander Shardik?  May I sit here?"

    "Sure," I replied, waving her down.  There are time when I come 
into large public places like this when people come to me to talk- 
about  
life, politics, sex, whatever.  Aaden refers to it as my 'holding 
court.'

    She sat down and proceeded to eat, slowly, looking across the 
table at me.  I kept glancing back.  This went on for a short 
while, and finally she spoke.  "Can I ask you a question?"

    "Feel free.  Since that sounded like an exchange of names, 
what's yours?"

    "Hailli."

    "Good enough.  My name is Ken, then."

    "Okay... Ken.  How does someone get to know you?"

    "I don't understand."

    "How does someone get to know you?  I understand how busy you 
can be, and how private you want to be, but I've been trying to get 
just five minutes of your attention for a while now, without much 
success."

    There are a few things I sometimes feel guilty about.  One of 
them is my tunnel vision.  I've got the worst case of tunnel vision 
I've ever seen.  In itself, it's not a bad thing; after all, it's 
that kind of intensity that allows to get done all those things I 
feel have to get done.  On the other hand, that intensity often 
leads me to ignore what's going on around me.  So this young 
Felinzi sitting across from me got to me.  "You have?  How long?"  

    She nodded.  "Several months."  The look on my face must have 
been interesting.  She shifted a little in her chair.  "I guess I 
don't make that big an impression when I'm meeting people."  

    I looked her over; she was very pretty.  But then so are a lot 
of people on Pendor; it takes a lot to be distinctive.  But what 
she was saying still got to me; I don't like feeling like I've been 
ignoring someone, especially not when that someone has been 
actively trying to get my attention.  There was something about 
her, though... something that seemed awfully familiar.  I said 
"What have you been doing to get my attention?"  

    "Well, I've left you mail several times.  I've attended at 
least one of your classes.  I talked to you directly, in fact, a 
few months ago.  I left my name with you.  Don't you remember?"  

    I shook my head.  I'm sure she did all those things, I just 
don't remember her doing so, and that's what really frustrated me.  
I resolved to do something about it.  "Tell me, Hailli, why are you 
interested in me?"  

    She shrugged.  "Why not?  Let's be honest, Father, you and I.  
You view everyone who comes to you with suspicion, because you 
don't know if it's you their after, or if it's the Vatare' in you.  
Well, I'm asking.  What does it take to get to know Ken Shardik?"  

    I laughed.  She was so direct.  "Well, that's part of it right 
there."  

    "What is?"  

    "Being direct.  Forthright.  Honest.  I like people who know 
how to get into my personal space without threatening me, but that 
means I have to be comfortable with you first.  Does that make 
sense?"  

    She nodded.  "What else?"  

    "Well, that really covers it, I guess.  There's very little 
else that I object to.  I mean, I really can't stand obfuscation."  
I smiled.  She did along with me, and I assumed she understood the 
meaning of the word.  She nodded.

    "Your lunch is getting cold."

    "What?  Oh, you're right."  She smiled and stabbed at a piece 
of meat with her tine.  We managed a few words throughout the meal, 
but they were minor.  After we had finished, though, she stood and 
reached out her hand.  "Will I see you again?"  I asked.  

    She smiled and nodded.  "Probably, sometime soon."  

    "I'd like that."  And I meant it.  

    "I would, too."   

              -               -              -

    Sometimes I like to wander around Rhysh just because it feels 
homey.  And it does today.  I mean, sure, it's a dungeon, and a 
castle, and all kinds of nasty, icky places where people come to 
ostensibly do nasty, icky, fun and loving things to each other.  
But sometimes I just like to wander around the quieter parts of the 
Castle and maybe wander into town and check out how things are 
going.  

    Tonight, however, was not about to be one of those nights.  
Already, I had twice been recognized and invited into one event or 
another, politely declining each time.  And then the last straw 
came when I was sitting at a table in a saloon with the unlikely 
name of the Bloody Unicorn, when someone walked up behind me, 
placed his paw over my eyes and growled, "Remember me?  Guess who?"  

    I recognized both the paw and the growl.  "Hiya, K'Kritt."  

    The big snow leopard 'morph chuckled and sat down next to me.  
"Hello, Ken.  How've you been?"  

    I shrugged.  I really was not in the mood to deal with K'Kritt.  
"Not bad.  Not bad at all.  A little tiresome, but Terran politics 
will do that."  Why did I say that?  That's just what I didn't need 
to say... something about extraPendorian politics.  K'Kritt is a 
Pendor First and Only member, and a rabid one at that.

    He nodded.  "You know my feelings on that matter."  

    I sighed.  Like I said, K'Kritt is an isolationist, to the 
point where he doesn't believe Pendor needs colonies.  One thing 
about him, though, is that he's never actually talked to *me* about 
those beliefs, except in the proxy of daily news.  Obviously, I was 
more than a little aware of his extreme and outspoken attitude.  
Kritt would love to see Pendor closed off from the rest of the 
galaxy again.

    He returned my shrug.  "It's your business."  

    I blinked.  In text, he's usually much more insistent, and I 
was told he could talk for hours on the subject, and would if I 
gave him the chance.  

    "So, what brings you down and out of Rhysh?" I asked, hoping to 
change the subject. 

    "Not much," he admitted.  "I just wanted to spend some quiet 
time alone in town.  Doesn't look like that's going to happen."  

    "Lots of invitations?"  

    "Yes," he replied, smiling.  "The trouble with being a 
celebrity."  

    I laughed.  "The same thing happened to me.  I came down for 
some quiet, and instead the action seems to be finding me."

    He laughed himself, and said "Well, we could always generate 
the action between the two of us, eh?"  He poked me in the side.

    "Stop that," I replied.  

    "What's wrong?"  he asked, poking me again in the ribs, 
tickling.  I laughed and tried to squirm away, succeeding only in 
burying myself deeper into the restaurant booth.  

    "Stop it, Kritt."  

    "Can't take a little tickling?"  he asked, teasing.  

    "I.  Don't.  Want.  To.  Be.  Tickled!" I growled as he 
continued tickling me though my thin shirt.  

    "Is that safeword?"  he growled gently, looking down at me.  I 
was trying to retreat further into the corner, to give him as 
little surface area as possible to work on.  Despite that, he was 
still managing to find plenty of places where I was ticklish.  

    Among my other great weaknesses is the classic sin of pride.  I 
don't like to call safeword when I know I can take what's being 
done, and this was one of those cases.  "No, sir," I said through 
clenched teeth.  

    "Good," he replied, leaning over to kiss me.  And his kiss was 
incredible-- his hot, thick tongue sought mine, playfully, fighting 
and struggling. 

    It was almost instinct as I returned the kiss, pushing against 
him. 
Sometimes I love to be assaulted like this, taken and swept off my 
feet.   The fact that it was K'Kritt doing it didn't seem to 
impinge on my consciousness at all.

    We sat in the booth molesting each other roughly when he 
suddenly turned and snarled, "What?" to someone behind him.

    "Excuse me, sir," said a voice I took to be the tavernkeeper's, 
"but this place is set aside.  Public displays of affection are 
quite acceptable, but I agree with AI Pamela that you two are about 
to cross that line and I think you should, if I may be so bold, get 
a room?"

    K'Kritt stared for a hard second, then smiled... then laughed!  
"You are quite correct, sir.  My apologies."  He grabbed my jacket 
by the collar and stood up, hauling me along.  "Come along, Ken."

    "Yes, sir!" I replied, breathlessly.

    He hauled me outside and pulled me down the street.  We were 
completely silent as he found a SDisk and we teleported into Castle 
Rhysh.  Rounding one corner, he led me through a doorway.  As the 
door closed behind me, he whirled around, pushing me with him, so I 
spun around as well, facing that door.  He pushed me up against the 
door and began grinding his hips against my buttocks, his breath on 
neck, his hot, furry body against mine.  "I've been trying to get 
you for so long," he purred quietly in my ear as he worked his way 
down the side of 
my neck, nipping and biting.

    "I know," I whispered back.  Gods, but he was hot tonight.  
Kritt had never really had what it took to turn me on, but tonight 
he did, tonight he was just perfect.  He pulled my shirt out from 
my pants and reached underneath, his claws digging in gently, not 
enough to break skin, not nearly, but my whole body shuddered and I 
moaned, leaning my head against the door, feeling the rush of pain, 
pleasure, lust, oxygen all mixing in my head.  "Kritt... oh, 
fah..."

    He growled gently, a sort of chuckle.  "You're pretty warmed 
up, Ken."  He turned me around again, facing him, but still pushed 
up against the door.  His teeth closed gently on my throat, his hot 
muzzle pressed against my skin.  I barely knew what to do with my 
hands; they hung uselessly at my sides.  He slid his hand behind my 
back, shifting me from the door a little to pull my jacket off, 
then tore off my shirt in the process.  "Now I've got you," he 
said.

    "Yes, you do," I whispered.  

    He smiled and said, "Oh, really?"  With a tug he ran his 
fingers under my hair and closed his fist.  My legs turned to 
jelly, like they always do; I grabbed at his windbreaker and tried 
to hold on as I collapsed to the ground, slowly, only his hand in 
my hair keeping me from falling full-speed at the same time it 
caused my fall.  

    I leaned against him, against his thigh as he held me.  
"Please, sir..." I whispered, "please..."

    "Oh, no," he leered down at me.  "That's the second time you've 
called me 'sir,' Ken, and you know what that means."

    "Yes... yes, sir," I replied.  I began nuzzling against his 
crotch, gently, rubbing it with my cheek.

    "Open it, with your teeth."

    I smiled, grateful for his choice of clothing.  A lace tie held 
his pants shut... with a pull of my teeth I had the knot open, and 
began pulling the laces out of their holes.  When it was loose 
enough, I teased the cloth aside, hoping to get into his pants 
fast.  I wanted him, so very much.

    "Good," he sighed as his pants opened.  I pulled them down, 
again with my teeth, and began nibbling on the base of his erect 
cock directly.  "You're such a good slave, Ken."

    I snarled at that, and he clenched his fist tighter in my hair.  
"Are you disagreeing with me?"

    "No, sir," I replied, gasping.

    "Good.  Suck me, Shardik.  Suck my cock."  I slid my tongue 
along the length of his shaft before clamping down with my lips on 
the head of his cock and pressing down, pressing it to the back of 
my throat.  Kritt has a relatively straight cock, and it bent just 
enough that I could feel it tickling the back of my throat.  I 
pressed inward, feeling my epiglottal valve SLAM shut over my 
brachial tube as his cock ventured down my throat.  He wasn't very 
thick, but his length was pretty good as I swallowed him, stroking 
back and forth.  His hand in my hair guided me as he fucked my face 
with his cock; I reached up and held onto his hard buttocks with my 
hands, tears streaming down my face from my holding back the gag 
reflex-- it seemed to want to fight tonight.  My body shook, 
shuddering.

    He pulled me back, away from his cock.  "Good boy."

    "Thank you, sir," I gasped.

    "Now that I'm hard, what shall I do with it?"

    "You could..."

    "I could what, slave?"

    "You could fuck me sir."

    "A capital idea, Ken," he said, removing his hand from my hair.  
"Stand and take off your clothes."

    I slowly stripped off my pants as he did the same, removing 
them from where they had collected about his ankles.  He threw 
aside his windbreaker and shorts.

    As I disrobed I glanced around his home.  A studio, which 
surprised me.  K'Kritt has a small reputation for abusing his 
power, and I would have assumed he would have grabbed a much larger 
domicile for his use.  It was done in gold and similar "big-cat" 
yellows and greys.  The blanket was printed with tigerstripes, and 
the only distinctive artwork in the room was a painting, on the far 
wall, in what I would have guessed to be acrylics on glass, of all 
things, of a man standing in a field of jaguars, and around the 
figure's waist was a pair of claws, dug in and drawing blood, at 
just the right height to suggest a rather... dangerous... 
fellating.

    "You like my apartment, Ken?"

    "I do, sir."  I stood naked in front of him.  He stood at his 
full two meters plus, his grey chest fur cropped short, his cock 
erect and ready.  His shoulders were broad and massive, his thighs 
equally so.  There was hard sharpness to him that was hard to 
explain or describe.  A 
harsh glint to his every muscle, his every angle.  It was not at 
all like Aaden's muscular beauty, softened by fur and soul-- 
K'Kritt was all 
business.

    "Come on," he growled, low and harsh, grabbing me by the hair 
and shoving me down on the bed.  I moaned softly as I felt the bed 
rock with his weight, and then he covered my body with his own.  
"You're ready for me, aren't you, little Ken?"

    "Yes, sir," I gasped.

    "You really want it, don't you?"

    "Yes, sir, please."

    He ground his hips against mine; I could feel his cock rubbing 
between the cheeks of my ass, hard and insistent.  He chuckled and 
then sat back on my thighs.  I couldn't see what he was doing, but 
I felt a cold drop of something on my buttocks, and I guessed it to 
be lubricant.  "Ready?"

    "Yes, sir," I gasped.

    He bore down, pressing his cock against my asshole.  I waited 
for it, and then he slipped into me; I was grateful for Aaden, 
because he had gotten me used to a lot of things, once of which was 
size.  I wondered for just a flash if K'Kritt knew I thought of his 
cock as 'no trouble at all.'

    "Like that?" he asked as he pressed against me again, this time 
his shaft within me.

    "Yes, sir," I moaned, almost purring with pleasure.  It did 
feel good... hot and wonderful.  He began stroking, his chest 
pressed to my shoulders all the time, just moving his hips.  I 
started to moan, and press back.

    "You DO want it, don't you?  Anxious little slave, aren't you?"

    "Yes, sir, yes sir," I panted.  "Oh, gods, fuck me, Kritt."

    He gave me one hard pounding, punching into my guts and 
slamming me to the bed.  "Fuck me, what?"

    "Fuck me, sir," I gasped.  I buried my head into the pillow as 
he pumped me relentlessly, fucking me with everything he wanted, 
and I took it. 

    His cock was a long piston within me; At every downstroke I 
could feel the tip pressing against the bend inside my gut... it 
felt so good.  And I was grateful he didn't push up with his body, 
slamming deliberately against my prostate.

    He pushed up on his arms and began fucking me, hard and fast.  
It was so good, I started to float with pleasure as he pounded me.  
I heard little whimpers in the room, and it took me a while to 
realize they were mine.  I just lay there, pushing back gently to 
his every vicious downstroke, and finally he roared, coming, 
shaking the walls with that deep, animal scream as he pummeled his 
semen into me, again and again.

    I just lay there, quivering with the pleasure of having been 
his.  He lay down slowly, again pressing his body against mine.  
"Perfect, Ken... you're just perfect."

    "So were you, Kritt," I sighed.  Then I yawned.

    He chuckled gently.  "You tired, Ken?"

    "Well, I had come down to Rhysh for quiet walk.  Yeah, I am 
kind of tired."

    "You come to Rhysh for quiet?" he said, laughing.  "You are a 
little crazy.  I was walking the streets looking for you."

    "I kinda figured.  But I do go down there for the quiet.  I 
like the company of Rhysh."

    "I'll remember that," he said.  "Should I let you sleep here?"

    "Could I please, sir?  You don't mind, do you?"

    "Not at all," he replied.  "I think I'll sleep with you."

    "Good," I replied.  We cuddled close and fell asleep together.

              -               -              -

    Later that night, I awoke, still lying next to him, the 
implications of what I had just done beginning to settle in.  What 
had gotten into me?  

    That was easy to answer.  K'Kritt had pushed just the right 
buttons.  But was this a change in him, a change brought about by 
his recent, disastrous argument with Aaden, or was it merely an 
act?  

    If this sounds a little cynical, let me put it this way.  
Getting his hands on my body was relatively easy....I'm perfectly 
willing to be a competent player's plaything for a few hours, since 
I get out of it what I want and hopefully he or she does too.  
Earning my loyalty is another matter, and my love is nigh unto 
impossible.  

    But K'Kritt had never been able to push my buttons before.  
That's what kept rolling over and over in my head.  Had he been 
coached?  He must have studied me, for one thing.  But he 
had....interacted with me so well.  I've been told he can be a 
great actor, "all things to all people," when he wants to be, but 
that in order to be so he has to get near his target to study them.  
When had K'Kritt and I ever been so near in recent days....

    The thought rolled over and over in my mind as I crawled gently 
out of his bed, hoping he wasn't a light sleeper.  He wasn't.  I 
managed to grab my jacket and other clothing and get out of there 
without waking him.  

    As I teleported home, the first thing I did was ask Dave for 
Aaden's location.  "He is sleeping with P'nyssa in the main 
bedroom."  

    I nodded.  "Can you wake him?"  I asked.  

    "Of course, if you require it."  

    I mulled the thought over in my mind.  No, I didn't require it, 
and I didn't want to wake him.  This would wait until morning, 
whether I liked it or not.  "No, don't bother."  I stripped off my 
clothing and slid down the g-tube quietly, landing next to his side 
of the bed and climbing in, sandwiching him between P'nyssa and 
myself.  He rolled over gently, mumbled something.  "Goodnight, 
lover," I whispered quietly.  

    "Hmmph?"  he replied.  "Oh, hi," he managed to croak out, 
smiling.  He leaned over and kissed me gently.  

    "Hi.  You awake?"  

    "Guess so," he replied.  "Where have you been?"  

    "Aaden..."  Quite suddenly, something K'Kritt has said hit me 
right between the eyes.  "Before I answer that, does Kritt have a 
slave named Hailli?"  

    Aaden thought for a moment.  "I think so.  Why?"

    "Does he use her in b/r redering scenes?"

    "I know he's done b/r scenes.  He probably does them with her, 
then.  What's with these questions?"

    "Kritt today managed to seduce me."  

    "Did he?"  He actually sounded amused. 

    I nodded.  "He did.  He was wonderful, Aaden....everything I 
could want in a one night stand, maybe even more.  He was polite, 
didn't talk about politics, and when it came to seducing me, he was 
incredible."  

    "Then what's the problem?"  

    "Because he was everything I told a young vulpin this afternoon 
called Hailli."  

    "Vulpin.  Female, almost classic vixen, little short, almost 
uniformly yellow?"  I nodded.  "That's one of his."  

    I laughed quietly.  "I feel used, Aaden."  

    "Why?"  

    "Because he snuck up on me like that when I was determined to 
not let him.  I don't like Kritt's SM style, and I don't like his 
politics, and I'm damned if I'm going to let him claim or even 
think that he got to me.  And yet he did, by deceit.  And you know 
how I feel about using S-slaves."

    "Sounds to me more like study."  

    "Huh?"  

    "Look at this way, Ken.  Kritt wants your body because you are 
Ken Shardik, Vatare Ponder.  Don't growl at me.  He tried tactic 
after tactic until he found one that works.  He studied you, and 
when he found the combination that gets you off, he used it."  

    "I know.  But the s-slave route almost seems like rape, in a 
way."  

    "Why?  It's just another resource."  

    "Aaden, biocybe is a wonderful invention.  But s-slavery is 
different... taking over someone's body and doing what you want to 
it, then giving it back to the person who's been 'suspended?'  Not 
knowing what your master made you do?  Not my scene."

    "So, that's your reason to dislike Krill?  Did you say 'no' to 
him?  Did you safeword at all?"  

    "I guess not."  

    "You guess not?"  he asked.  

    "Okay....No, I did NOT safeword when Krill started tickling me.  
I should have, but I didn't."  

    "You enjoyed your encounter with him, then."  

    "Well, all the way through it I kept wondering why in Hell I 
was doing so."  

    "Why were you doing so?"  

    "Because....well, for one thing, he did have the right 
combination."  I laughed, and Aaden chuckled along.  "For 
another... Even though I dislike his playing style and his 
politics, he's never given me a reason to dislike him.  Does that 
make sense?"  

    "Maybe you should explain it more."  

    "What I mean is... Come on, Aaden, you know what I mean.  I'm 
almost always willing to give someone a second chance; I refuse to 
believe someone is irredeemable.  Despite my dislike of a lot of 
Krill's behavior, I have no reason to dislike the mel himself.  
He's always been polite, at least.  Yes, I do get tired of him, and 
I wander away, but I refuse to let that state last for long.  I 
like people too much, and Krill qualifies as a person.  So when he 
started playing with me, I had no reason to push him away, really.  
And when he started doing things, well, *right*, I guess I decided 
to play along."  

    He shifted forward and kissed me on the cheek.  "Sounds like 
you were seduced," he laughed quietly.  P'nyssa's a light sleeper, 
so we were still whispering as much as possible.  "Don't be so hard 
on Kritt.  He was doing what he wanted, and you were, apparently, 
doing what you wanted."  

    I sighed gently and sagged against the pillow, running my hand 
through his thick chestfur.  "I love you."  

    He grinned in the dim reflected sectorlight.  "I love you too.  
So, the question is, do you want to play with Kritt again, or not?"  

    "I don't think so."  

    "Why not?"  

    "Because he leaves me with conundrums like this!" I said, 
smiling.  "You're right, sexy.  I should just tell him to leave me 
alone.  It's never happened in the past."  

    He nodded against his pillow.  "I have to admit," he mused, 
"that his actions bother me, Ken.  It *is* deceitful, what he's 
doing with his s-slaves, but when it comes to Rhysh, deceit can 
sometimes be the name of the game."  

    "You worry he's stretching things too far?"  

    "I worry that he uses his s-slaves for more than fun.  I don't 
even know if what you're talking about can be described that way.  
I think he's using his authority as a member of the Rhysh Control 
Council to dictate to Pamela once too often."  

    I nodded.  "I think it's something we should deal with in the 
morning."  

    He returned my nod.  "Come here," he growled quietly.  I 
wriggled over to him; he wrapped his massive arms around me and 
hugged me tightly.  "I love you."  

    I felt much better in his arms than I had I K'Kritt's.  "I love 
you, too, Aaden.  Goodnight."  

    "G'night, Ken." 
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