Keeping my Enemy Close

Now you mustn’t think that I’m prone to getting lost. But I had been so worried about an incident on the last mission that I missed the team scattering, and found myself wandering in a maze of corridors.

I was concentrating on Ken’s mysterious illness and the possible causes . I remembered how we all fell apart when Joe “died” and was desperately afraid of what we would do if there really was something seriously wrong with Ken. I was also worried that Ken and Joe would get themselves outed inadvertently – especially when they kept reacting to each other the way they did in public.

I had no problems with their sexuality – but it would be something that Galactor would play big time on. And we don’t need that sort of negative publicity at the moment.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when I found myself tied up and being marched to Egobossler’s throne room. My surprise came mainly from the fact that I went so willingly. Perhaps somewhere, I knew that this was going to be an important encounter for me. Or perhaps I just was surprised. Dunno.

Egobossler in person was a surprise. Oh yeah, I had seen pictures and videos of him and knew about the blue skin and shock of white hair. I probably shouldn’t have had the thought “I wonder if he’s like that all over”. Hardly professional. But a fascinating thing to think about.

I also wasn’t prepared for the sheer sexual frission I got as I was all but tossed, trussed up like some sort of prize, at his feet. But then, I knew that my uniform left rather little to the imagination when you looked up my skirt, and when I landed, my white panty clad arse high in the air, I could almost feel the lust coming in waves off the men in the room.

Good. Perhaps they’ll all go and wank themselves to death now and I can get out of here.

I managed to get to my feet, and know that I flashed him a good deal more of a look at my crotch than I had intended. And I had some sort of idea exactly where this would end at his comment of “Well, what in interesting position to find yourself in, Swan.”

Gods, would these guys never learn that those corny lines just don’t work!

It was the look in his eyes that made me stop in my tracks. I’d seen that sort of hunger before, and felt an answering response deep inside me.

Now, I’m not going to be a prude here. You may have guessed that, contrary to popular belief, I’m rather interested in sex. I won’t lie. I really love sex – and pretty much the rougher the better.

My first experience, let’s face it, wasn’t exactly a tender loving encounter. Rape usually isn’t. However, and Ken and Joe both agree with me, if you want to find out about the finer art of sex, then Berg Katze was probably the right person to do it.

In the years we fought him, Ken, Joe and myself had been taken by him – in more ways than one – on numerous occasions – in both of his genders. Ken and I never really discussed it in depth, but it was a rather endless topic of conversation for Joe and I and both of us never failed to get aroused as a result (and often tried to re-enact some of the encounters).

Joe even admitted that Katse had been the one who had taught him some of his best techniques – for which I am ever grateful.

I couldn’t ever really get into the female Katse, although I’d been in bed with her several times – and I had enjoyed other women as well. But him! Woohoo!! Suffice to say huge cock, long tongue and a surprising eagerness to please his partner in bed.

Towards the end, the game between the four of us became which one would have the first encounter. It was an elaborate dance as Katse would stalk us, and we would stalk him.

Anyhow, that’s not getting me further in what’s happening here. Let’s just say that I tend to get really turned on by being in the presence of my enemies – especially when they were good looking men.

I do thank all the stars that Nambu never knew what Ken, Joe and I got up to with Katse. My only regret is that I never got to have the three of them together – and I still fantasise about that!

So there I am, standing in front of Elun Egobossler who is looking at me like he wants to eat me. Bring it on, I say.

As he sips from a glass of wine, he reaches out with one finger and traces my jawline, before gently touching my lower lip. I can’t help myself and my tongue flicks out to that fingertip. He smiled and let his hand drop briefly to my breast, which he squeezes. My nipples instantly harden, and I’m rather grateful that the soft leathers of my uniform don’t show that. I’m intrigued that I’m having this physical reaction to him, but right now, I don’t want him to know that my body is reacting.

“On your knees before me, Swan,” he says and unseen hands force me down. I’m annoyed now. I’m not an exhibitionist and if he’s gonna fuck me, then I don’t want an audience.

The same hands remove my helmet and I try to shake my hair out of my eyes. He steps towards me and unfastens his trousers, letting his cock spring free.

At this point in time, I’d be willing to bet an awful lot of money that Galactor choose their leaders solely for the size of their cock. If it wasn’t for the fact that Gel Sadra had been female I’d be able to state it for a fact.

Egobossler is huge. I’m talking porn star hung here. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter at the thought of him inside me – I know exactly how something that big is going to feel filling me.

I can’t help but grin. When they see the size of him, they are going to have penis envy like you wouldn’t believe!

I can’t help myself and lick my lips. The bastard sees and smiles. I can’t take my eyes of his cock, which he is almost absent-mindedly stroking. He takes a step forward and touches the tip of his cock to my mouth, which I can’t help but open.

His cock is blue. Darker than his other skin, the effect of the blood pulsing through it. The hair it juts from is white. My question is answered.

The tip of his cock enters my mouth and instinctively I suck on it. His hiss of pleasure is all I need to lean forward a little and take some more into my mouth. I’m not really sure how I’m going to handle this without the use of my hands. He’s so big that my mouth is open as wide as I can get it and I’ll need my hands to get any more in .

And I want more.

“It would seem that Katse’s writings about you are correct,” he said softly. I look up at him and his smile is slow, sensual. “Oh yes, Swan. He wrote about you. How eager you are to be fucked. How you just love to suck cock. And just how much your friends loved to have his cock up their arses.” As he spoke, he was thrusting his hips gently, fucking my mouth.

“I can guess just how wet you are right now, Swan. But this time, you’re going to be pleasing me. This time, I’m going to fuck your mouth and you’re going to suck me until I cum. And then, if I decide you haven’t pleased me, you will be punished.”

He thrust forward and I moaned around his hard cock. I could feel myself starting to drool slightly – the result of his size and how open my mouth was. With every thrust, he’s getting a little deeper into my mouth, and I am loving the feel of his hard cock brushing over my tongue.

I know that if I had my hands free, I would be able to give him a blowjob like he’s never had before. I had a great teacher – and know how to use my mouth, tongue, teeth and hands to suck a guy until he’s drained of cum. In fact, I’m so good (although I say so myself) that one day I did Joe so good that after he came, he fell, unable to stand. Now THAT was a good blow!

His hand is at the base of his shaft, guiding it into my mouth and all I can do is suck desperately as he shoves himself into me. Not going to lie – I’m loving this. I can feel my panties are absolutely soaking wet and I have a sneaking wish to find out what form my punishment would take if I didn’t please him.

I also suspect that I’m going to get that punishment anyway.

I can feel something poking into the back of my neck, and I realise that the guard holding me in place is also hard. Dimly I can hear soft sounds from elsewhere in the chamber. Damn. The audience is still here.

Egobossler doesn’t seem to care. His eyes are flicking around the room. The bastard’s loving this. He wants his men to know that the Swan is in his power.

Well, I can tell you one thing. When he does fuck me, we’re not going to have an audience.

I bring my attention back to the task at hand, as it were. I can taste his pre-cum and manage to use my tongue to stimulate him further, sucking as hard as I can, feeling the heat of his cock as he thrusts further and further into my mouth.

I can feel him hitting the back of my mouth and I’m fighting the gag reflex. Damn him – if I had my hands free, if I could control him somewhat I could give him the best blow job ever. As it is, I know I’m not giving my best performance and it pisses me off.

Funny, isn’t it, how even when you’re being forced, you still want to do your best at something. I have to fight to be recognised for my successes, that it’s become second nature to me now to give my all, do my best. Even if I’m being raped.

I’m not happy that Katse kept diaries about our sexual encounters – I must remember to tell Ken and Joe so that we can make arrangements to get hold of these. I purr around Egobossler’s cock as I anticipate the fun that the three of us could have with those diaries. Maybe I will get my fantasy to have both Joe and Ken at the same time!

My purring is having an effect as he is moaning loudly now and thrusting hard into my wide open and welcoming mouth. I’m sucking as hard as I can, desperate now to taste his cum.

I moan as he shoots his load into my mouth and I’m swallowing desperately. He tastes damn good. I can feel myself jerking as I cum – I can actually smell my own arousal. Dammit. Joe is going to have a field day when he smells me. On the other hand, maybe when we get back to base, I can finally get laid by those two.

I frown as I feel a wetness on the side of my face. Dammit. That bloody guard has just cum on me.

Egobossler’s final thrust is terminated by the entrance of a messenger. “My Lord,” he cried, “Soasi wishes your presence now. Gatchaman has been sighted in the base.”

He pulls out of my mouth and I can hear myself whimper slightly , protesting the loss. “Adequate,” was his comment.

“What do you expect when you won’t let me help,” I say. Adequate! That’s a fucking insult to my skills! “Give me a chance without the goons around and I promise you a fuck you won’t forget.”

I’m dragged to my feet and he pulls me away from the guard, holding me close before kissing me. Thoroughly. I respond, kissing back, making sure that he can taste himself in my mouth.

Reluctantly, he pulls away. “Is that a promise?”

“It’s a guarantee.”

“Damn.” He sounds impressed and regretful. Good. I want him to be thinking about what he’s missing out on. I want him to read those diaries and what I did to Katse and I want him to be so fucking hard wondering when I will next allow myself to be brought to his presence. Wondering if I will let him fuck me.

“Next time, though,” I say, finally managing to free my hands and handing him the rope, “loose the audience. I perform better in private.” My leg kicks out and I hear the crack as I break the leg of the guard who had cum on me. Then I turn and deliberately spread my legs as I bend from the waist to pick up my helmet. I make sure that I let him see just how wet I am.

And them am surprised myself by the feel of a hand coming down hard. “You haven’t pleased me, Swan. I shall have time to think of a suitable punishment. “ I am so stunned I can’t straighten immediately and I feel another couple of stinging slaps.

Fuck. He has read those diaries. Right through. On the other hand, I wonder just how inventive he can be. If he really can match Berg Katse in bed.

Somehow, I don’t think that he wants Ken and Joe. This one is going to be all mine.

Hot damn.