I could have published this 20K word story as a short book, but instead am sharing it with my followers in six posts. I have been posting a new chapter approximately each week. This final chapter, Chapter Six, presents a somewhat humorous holographic presentation of copulating giants and wraps up the story. After a couple weeks to recover from various things, I will begin posting another story, W & The Lady of the Lake.
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.
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Chapter Six - Maximus Alpha Fourteen
I was still chuckling at Spacer Bob’s continual mentions of him always having enough time when the shimmering and spinning stopped and we were at Maximus Alpha Fourteen. I am not often at a loss for words, but I sat there with my mouth open slowly saying, “What ... the ... hell?”
I had never heard of Maximus Alpha Fourteen. I had never heard of any of the Maximus planets. I really didn’t know what to expect. But if I had a thousand guesses, I would never have guessed nearly a hundred, eighteen-meter-tall humanoids with almost perfectly formed bodies standing in a big circle. At least their arms, legs, necks and faces looked perfect. Our seats barely fit around the outside of the circle. They were all wearing a uniform shade of light brown with varying shades of dark brown hair. Their faces were basically oval shaped and their big brown eyes were round.
My first thought was “Could I mimic a being that large?” There were, after all, limits to what even I could do. It was almost very tempting to try. Then I saw the glitch and I knew that these were not real humanoids or maximoids or whatever they were supposed to be. Every eighth being was identical. They had different clothing and some of them had slightly different hair color and hair styles. But every eighth being moved their eyes in exact synchronization. There were four different male types and four different female types. It was very, very well done, but this was an artificial intelligence video creation being played on Spacer Bob’s holographic video players. We were back on Terra Nine Gamma.
Bob faced his audience and called out loudly, “The beings of Maximus Alpha Fourteen are totally communal beings. That includes their mating rituals. Once a year they all gather together in the biggest building of their village and everyone mates with everyone. And tonight, we are here to watch.
An older being ran to the center of the circle and threw down a flaming torch of some sort on a large pile of wood. Evidently it was supposed to look like the wood was already soaked in some sort of accelerant because as soon as the torch touched down a large fire erupted.
Loud music began playing and the beings began swaying and dancing and taking off their clothes. They did have perfect bodies beneath their clothes. I watched as some of the audience started also swaying with the music. Hopefully no one in the audience would start taking off their clothes.
In just a few minutes the arena before us was filled with a giant pile of intertwined bodies. It wasn’t a daisy chain, but somehow they all seemed to be connected to more than one other being. Several of the women in the audience and a few of the men were obviously starting to lean forward and breathe heavily.
Then one of the female beings looked up directly at Spacer Bob and shouted, “Hey! Why are you watching us!”
Then all of the beings raised up their heads and looked at the people in Spacer Bob’s audience. The all cried out, “Why are you watching us!”
Then they all jumped up facing the crowd with angry scowls on their faces. One of them called out, “Get them!” Then, all of the naked beings charged into the audience, ran all the way to the top of the bleachers, and ... disappeared.
Spacer Bob stood up laughing. “That concludes our performance for tonight,” he said loudly. “I hope we fulfilled at least one of your fantasies on our tour.”
The house lights slowly came up and people started filing out. Bob stepped down into the central arena and smiled up at the crowd as they left. I stood laughing softly to myself. That final “stop” had been real genius. The doors were already slightly open so people outside could see the edges of the holographic display inside the saucer. And the shock and fright effect on the crowd inside meant that they would remember every stop as purely holographic. Some of them might even have gotten off on the fear created by that fabulous finish. They would probably remember that as the best part of the show.
I moved down closer to where Bob was standing and waited as the crowd left. Once it was just me and him standing in the empty theater, I stepped out into the arena with him and reverted to my natural Ophugalian self. My special recorders were hanging from straps around my neck.
“Bob,” I said quietly, but firmly, “we have to talk.”
“Officer Shifter,” he said with a big smile, “I wondered when you would show up. The historical records say you investigated this show.” He looked down silently at me and asked, “Are you here to arrest me?”
I laughed and then answered, “No, I am not here to arrest you. Wherever you are from, you obviously have technical capabilities far beyond our own. I don’t think we would want to try force of any sort. And besides, I’m not sure you have done anything wrong.”
“I didn’t expect that,” Bob said, sitting down on the front rail of the seating area.
“You take people where they want to go,” I said slowly, “Or perhaps I should say where then need to go.”
He nodded in response.
“And evidently,” I continued, “you check back with them on a regular basis in case they want to leave.”
He nodded again.
“And apparently,” I said with a smile, “you have a special arrangement with the Amazons of Atlantis Alpha One to take them around the galaxy so they can see other planets without being discovered.”
He nodded a third time.
“So, I have one question,” I said softly, “who was she?”
“Who was who?” he almost stammered.
“Who was the young woman... or perhaps young man... who destroyed themselves in an uncontrolled submissive relationship?”
“That obvious?” he asked.
“It is to me,” I answered, “I am an Ophugalian. I see patterns in everything.” I laughed and added, “Including in videos where the eyes of every eighth image moves in sync.”
“No one has ever caught that before,” he said with a short laugh.
“So, who was she?” I asked again.
He took a deep breath and then said, “My daughter. We knew she was different. She always was. But we didn’t realize how much it controlled her. Then she ran away and got involved with a real piece of work sadist who used her up and then killed her. I can’t time shift on my home world. So I couldn’t go back to save her. It would have set off alarms in the defense departments of every nation and ... well, that wouldn’t be good.”
His eyes went blank and then very cold. “But that stupid piece of shit knew I was looking for him and took the first transport out of system.” He paused and then said in an even colder and more rage-filled voice, “That was a big mistake. I tracked him down, branded his ass, and dropped him off on Terra Eleven Zeta just in time for their mutually assured destruction.” He gave a flat laugh and continued, “That’s why I got the date wrong for that young blond. I keep the full space and time coordinates in my navigation controls and ***********ed the wrong program. I go back there every so often just to watch him in the games.”
“My report,” I said softly, “will say that you are not doing anything illegal and that the disappearances from the Fantasy Tours, as far as I could discover, are purely voluntary.” I paused and added, “I will also say that we should disregard future disappearances related to Fantasy Tours.”
“Thank you,” he said with a nod of his head.
“I do have one more question,” I said smiling at him. “Where are you from?”
“Wrong question duckling,” he said with an even bigger smile. “The correct question should have been, ‘When are you from?’”
Everything shimmered slightly and it looked like the bleacher seats were rotating around us. Then I was suddenly standing alone in an empty patch of ground on the midway of Terra Nine Gamma’s Regional Agricultural Extravaganza and Fair.
Commander Shavia Vahulla was never going to believe any of this. I decided that I was going to just state that I had met two young women at the final show of the day who told me that they were going to leave together with the show when it moved on. They were just hitching a ride out of town because everybody knew that Spacer Bob would take you where you wanted to go. So almost all of these disappearances were just people running away with the circus. If I actually put that last item in my report, I may have to explain what that means. Commander Vahulla is rather ignorant of the very colorful history of Terra Prime.
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END OF STORY
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The true rulers of this world, the credit card companies, have made it almost impossible to sell books with true BDSM themes. Erotic publishers will soon be a thing of the past. So I have pulled all of my books from the one publisher that I had left, and have decided to post new ones such as this with my on-line followers.