Amity Series #6 - Calamity
Kris Me
Amity Series:
#6 - Calamity
By: Kris Me
Introduction:
Storm Green and David James had both left children behind when they ended up on Amity. This story introduces some of their children.
Fate or the Gods are driving the children towards Amity, their fathers and their destinies. However, the roads they take are not the easiest as they are dogged by calamity and heartache.
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Copyright:
Copyright © 2016 Kris Me - All rights are reserved
This story is the work of Kris Me. You must contact me before you copy more than one page or ten percent of the content, as per the Copyright Act 1968, Australia.
First Published by Storiesonline World Literature Company as the first three parts of the book, Amity 5. Cataclysm - 13/05/2016.
Last Updated 19/10/2021.
The book cover was designed in Microsoft Paint 3D using art that is my own, copyright-free or covered by creative commons license for commercial use from https://pixabay.com/
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Declaration:
~~ Adult Themes ~~
This book is part of an erotica science fiction series. It is NOT recommended for people under the legal age to access such stories, depending on the reader's country of origin.
The books may contain what some people consider vulgar language, references to religious icons, violence, coercion, murder, and-or rape scenes.
Some scenes may describe intimate heterosexual, bisexual, gay and-or group sexual activities. If you are homophobic, you may find some scenes in this series of books distasteful. In most cases, these scenes are integral parts of the story.
Some of the books include imaginary races capable of changing their gender and/or form into other animals. Copulation, while the characters are in their alternate animal forms, may be described.
This book DOES NOT contain descriptions of bestiality or coitus between persons closely related by blood.
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Editing:
If you find any of my assumptions fabricated, I would like to remind you this is a fictional story, and I have probably taken liberties with reality, as you know it. The humanoids in this story are not based on anyone I know or have read about.
Australian based dictionaries were used for reference, and Grammarly was used as part of the editing suite. The story was written in Microsoft Word.
If you find grammatical or spelling errors, they are not the fault of my editor or proofreaders who did try to fix my work. However, I do tend to fiddle around after the fact, so all errors are my own.
If my Australian colloquialisms or terms need clarification, or you just wish to correspond, I'm more than happy to answer your emails. You can send them to:
kris.me2@inorbit.com
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The Wiki contains information about the Keltrian people, wizards, the Keltrian magical items, colloquialisms and adapted words that have been created for this universe. Maps, character lists and other information that may relate to this book could be found.
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This is the sixth book:
This version was Part A - Crystal, chapters 1 - 8, Part B - Brothers, chapters 9 - 15 and Part C - Mikal, chapters 16 to 26 of the original book - Amity: 5. Cataclysm as posted on Sol.
To create more modest-sized books, Cataclysm was modified into two books, Amity:#6 - Calamity, and Amity:#7 - Cataclysm.
It is best to read the books in sequence. Some references to events or information about a character place or event might not be fully explained if mentioned or introduced in a previous book.
The Amity Series is part of the Keltrian Universe. Chronologically, this story starts before Delta but finishes around the same time. It can be read as a separate entity to the Delta series since it centres around a different planet and solar system.
However, there are links to events and characters who first appear in Delta. If you have read those books, you will have better foreknowledge if some information isn't repeated in this book.
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Acknowledgements:
Special thanks to Anna Dapter, PapaKilo14, Town Car and Johnny Sinclair, who did try to decipher my dyslexic scribbles in the original posting.
Thanks to all of the readers who have pointed out I do make mistakes and have helped me fix them. And extra thanks go to Lazeez for his support.
I hope you enjoy the story.
Kris Me
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List of books:
Amity: #1 - Storm
Amity: #2 - Coercion
Amity: #3 - Tempest
Amity: #4 - Herders
Amity: #5 - The Herd
Amity: #6 - Calamity
Amity: #7 - Cataclysm
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Part A
Crystal
Chapter 1
~~ Crystal - Earth year: 2099 ~~
I was sitting on the balcony overlooking my domain.
As cities went, it wasn't huge. I had about two hundred and fifty thousand subjects this time around.
This wasn't my first visit on this planet. The ancient city made new could easily support twice the number, but the people who lived here were long-lived and slow breeders. I've been stuck in Opal City for close to thirty years this time.
I had first come to this planet nearly a thousand years before in its history. I've spent some time on each of the other continents. However, to my frustration and ire, my city is the only shielded city that has ever admitted me.
I had obtained my first magical item when I was sixteen, but I didn't know that it was magical at the time. 'A nutty Aunt' as I thought of the woman, had given it to me.
The woman calling herself Auntie Adina had turned up out of the blue on my sixteenth birthday, the first of September 2052. My mother couldn't even remember if she was or wasn't related to us.
I'd not been pleased when the stupid bitch pushed the stud through my ear without even warning me. It had friggin hurt. If it weren't for the fact that it had held a beautiful pink topaz, I'd have hit the stupid bitch for using the method of insertion that she had.
I sure told her of my opinion at the time. My so-called Aunt had tutted me and warned me that I needed to learn better self-control, or I could end up in a lot of trouble later in life.
She hadn't stayed long, thank goodness. She was a terrible embarrassment. I had to laugh her off to my friends. Why on Earth did she have to wear a weird hippy style dress and beads? I mean, like, she is a hundred years out of date!
I didn't understand until much later some of the power in the ear stud. I believe that the first time that it helped me was later that night when my stepfather Brian came to give me his present. I still shudder at the memories of him.
For some reason, that night, I confronted him. I hadn't done that in a long while. I was amazed when he had backed out of my room. He never entered it or touched me again while I lived under his roof.
I had seen the fear in his eyes for the first time that night.
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I found my thoughts regressing to when Brian first came into my life.
My mother, Sue Walsh of Brisbane, Queensland, had met businessman Brian Tyler, who was from Melbourne, Victoria, on one of her flights when she was working as an Airline Hostess. I had been around two years of age at the time.
Mum had been looking for a rich hubby and had found one. However, Brian had turned out to be an arsehole. So, we had moved to Melbourne, and at first, the bloke seemed okay. While I'd been in nappies and then at primary school, he had pretty much ignored me. I had my own section of the mansion and a live-in nanny.
Brian and mum spent a lot of time entertaining and tripping off all over the world. So, I didn't see a lot of them in my formative years. The nanny's name seemed to change every year or so, and while I learnt to manipulate them after about the fourth one, I stopped bothering to get close to them.
My two constants in my childhood had been Dingo, my Alsatian-cross dog and Gilly, the groundskeeper. I had spent a lot of time outside with them. My mum mostly only paid me attention when Brian wasn't around. He often went on short business trips without her, but he took her with him on the longer ones.
When I was thirteen, things changed. I was tall for my age, very slim and had been continuously told that I was beautiful. You get told something enough, and you believe it too. My mother had inadvertently brought me to Brian's attention.
She wanted to send me to a prestigious boarding school to complete my years of high school. Brian suddenly started paying more attention to me over those holidays.
At first, I had liked being noticed. Brian started including me in their adult company, and he took me clothes shopping. He insisted I dress more like a young lady than as a teenage girl, and he bought me expensive little gifts.
It would have been all right except for the touching, and I had to kiss his lips to say thank you. I was also flattered by the attention he was lavishing on me, so I played the game to get what I wanted until he visited me in my room that first night.
Mum had started letting herself go a bit around this time, and I soon realised that mum didn't like Brian's sudden interest in me. I think she suspected what he was doing, but she never said anything to him or me in my hearing.
They did start having even more fights than they'd had in the past. Sometimes they would even end up physical, and I often worried about Brian's temper. It was one of the reasons I didn't say anything about his attention.
I had noticed that if he hit mum, it seemed to excite him, and the fights always ended up in the bedroom. Mum always ended up with a little gift the next day and a more loving Brian for a few days. Mum even started spending more time getting back into shape to please Brian. Despite her efforts to distract him, it hadn't stopped Brian from visiting me.
However, Mum did get her way, and I found myself packed off to a posh girl's only boarding school. I'm still in two minds if this made things better or worse for me. I suppose you have to look at things in context.
The first year had been the pits as far as being at an all-girls school goes, but the boarding school had also become my haven. I soon learned that to be the Top Bitch was the only way to survive. My stepfather's money helped me a lot, as I had the best of everything and made bloody sure I did.
I quickly learned to perfect my skills in how to lie, buy, and-or connive my way out of shitty tasks. All those different nannies had come in handy for something. I learnt the power of rumours and innuendoes to control those around me and to make sure I stayed the Top Bitch.
By the end of that first year, the other girls had learned not to mess with me. I always seemed to be kind to everyone, but you didn't want to be on my shit list. I'd used my brains, charms and looks to get my own way. To survive, I perfected those assets.
Oddly, the one thing I didn't have to pretend to be good at was schoolwork. I'd always had a brilliant memory. The fact I pulled top grades made me popular with the teachers, and I was always sweet and helpful to them. It had its benefits.
My formidable memory helped me to keep my lies straight. I always ensured there was enough truth in any lie that people believed my version of the truth. The two people I couldn't lie to were Gilly and myself. Gilly always saw through my lies; he was my rock.
Gilly was a bit of a crusty old bugger, but I did love him. He was always there for me and didn't take my shit. He was the one person I didn't have to pretend to be something I wasn't with. When I was stressed, I always felt better just by being with him. I could tell him anything except about Brian.
At school, I'd participated in sports. I was athletic enough with my lithe frame to do well here too. I'd been the lead in the school plays since my first year, and I could play any instrument I put my hands on. I loved to escape my shitty life by getting into the characters of the plays or my music.
Brian, however, still scared the shit out of me. After my first holiday at home, I couldn't wait to get back to school. The holidays that followed didn't get any better as I got older. I'd find any excuse or excursion, so I didn't have to go home.
When I turned fourteen, Brian had threatened to pull me out of school. He wanted greater access to me now that I was starting to develop into a woman, but thankfully, mum sided with me that I had to stay at the school.
Mum had used the argument of how it would look to his friends. That they would all think I'd been expelled or worse that he had money difficulties. I had made sure that I became friends with several daughters of his business partners, and he had to agree to leave me at school.
I didn't have to remind him that it was good for his business for us girls to be friends, but mum sure did. During the months that I was at school, I had begun to suspect Brian had been turning his interest in teenage girls elsewhere since I wasn't home.
The arguments he and mum had when I was home were almost a nightly ritual, reinforcing this belief. However, he still made use of me when I was back. He'd tell me I was his favourite girl and that he loved me before he fucked me.
I'd been racking my brains how to stop him, but he was careful. I'd even tried recording him abusing me, but he always turned off everything electronic or electrical in my room before he did me. He always made the room as dark as possible.
If he found anything recording him, he smacked me around and then used me hard. The arsehole always took me shopping the next day and bought me something expensive to apologise for the bruises. I'd always pick the most expensive useless thing he'd let me have in retribution. Then I hid his gifts unless he asked about them.
He'd find any excuse to have me travel with him alone, like dropping me off or picking me up from my friend's places or my music lessons. He'd stop somewhere secluded and make me suck him off or worse. At first, he didn't seem to care that I didn't have any tits as long as I had a hole for him to stick his cock in.
If we were at a holiday destination, he'd find some way of getting me alone. I hated the yacht the most. Mum suffered seasickness, and she couldn't abide being on it. The fact that others were on the yacht didn't stop Brian because our cabins were not with the others.
He only hit me where my one-piece swimming suit covered the bruises, so I was never allowed to own a bikini. I also had to pretend that we were the best of friends in public. Sometimes his touching me just made me want to puke.
When I finally started to develop some tits at fifteen, Brian liked to suck on them and then he would grumble they were slow to grow. It didn't stop him fucking me. He liked doggy-style the best, and at least I didn't have to look at him while he used me.
I hated sucking him off the most, even though I'd had learned to be good at it, so that I got him off quickly. Fortunately, he didn't have much staying power, and he didn't recover too fast either.
When he had first started abusing me, I had threatened to tell on him, but he had laughed at me and said I'd only speak once. He told me in his coldest voice that dead little girls can't tell tales. He had chilled me to the bone, and I knew he was serious.
I'd tried again when I turned fourteen to make him stop. This time, he asked me if I knew why my mother got sick so often when I was home. He then threatened that mum would get a lot sicker if I didn't cooperate. I had begun to suspect that he was drugging my mother at night so he could stay with me for longer. His words confirmed my fears.
I hated him petting and hugging me when his friends were around. He would kiss my cheeks and pat my arse. He'd tell his friends that I was a wonderful loving daughter, and I had to hug him and pretend that I was. I was learning to be a fucking good actress.
The day I got the ear stud from my Aunt was the turning point. When he had tried groping me that night, I found myself struggling for the first time in a very long time. I think the fact that I was seriously pissed at Brian was why I did it.
I had planned for two of my girlfriends to stay over after the party. Brian, however, had sent them home. Mum had gone down with one of her migraines, and Brian said she needed peace and quiet. The fact you could play loud music on my side of the mansion without hearing it in theirs told me why he sent them home.
He tried kissing me and wishing me a happy birthday as he groped my tits. I was so mad at him that I slammed him in the nose with the heel of my hand. As he groaned and grabbed his nose, I then screamed at him that I wouldn't be used anymore, and I wished that his cock would shrivel up at the sight of me.
I then grabbed his limp cock. I squeezed it hard and told him I'd rip it off if he ever tried to fuck with me again. He tried to swing a hand at me, but I ducked and pulled down on his cock harder as I squeezed and twisted it.
He had screamed and tried to yank himself out of my grip. I let him go and screamed at him that he ever tried to get me to suck him again; I'd bite off his cock and then shove it down his throat.
He stepped back from me further and gagged. He made choking sounds as he backed to the door as if I really was jamming his cock down his throat. For good measure, I also warned him before he left that my mother had better not get sick again, or he just might find himself very ill.
Seeing him stumble out of my room had been very gratifying.
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Chapter 2
~~ Crystal - Earth year: 2057 ~~
For the next year and a half of school, I only went home for a week at Easter, one in September for my birthday and two weeks at Christmas.
Brian had let me go on any holiday. I had asked to go on and to stay with my friends. When I was home, he started to gag and choke if he got too close to me. If he stayed at least 3m from me, he was okay. He'd send me venomous looks when this happened, but I'd just ask my mother how she felt.
Her health seemed to improve when I was home, and I got to spend some quality time with her. I loved my mum, and I would like to believe that she tried to protect me by sending me away.
When I finished high school in '55, Brian had even agreed to pay for my University degree. He then bought me the newest thing for the rich. When I asked for a car, he got me a linger. I thought it amazing to be driving a flying car, as they were not officially on the market to the general population yet.
I think he was surprised when I wanted to go to Brisbane to study. However, the relief in his eyes that I was moving out was there for me to see.
He was just as happy to see the back of me. He even purchased a flat near the University for me and had my trust fund pay into an account for me, so I had money. When I left, he told me that my mother would come to visit me.
I knew the bastard was washing his hands of me.
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I tried to turn my life around in Brisbane.
However, I found that after a while, I slipped back into my bad habits. My ability to manipulate people had only improved over time and had become second nature to me. Men, in particular, were fair game. I had learned that I could use sex or the promise of it to get what I wanted.
Upon reflection, studying Psychology had probably not been a good idea at the time as this only gave me new and better ways to manipulate people. I was mad at the world and men in particular. I had no compunction using the skills I had learned to handle them.
It wasn't long before I earned a reputation for being a tease. However, those few who actually did get to have sex with me all agreed it was worth the angst and the wait. Brian had taught me well how to please a man.
Once my periods started at seventeen, I had found that I only had one about every three months, and I got little warning signs when I was about to ovulate. I was always careful over those days, and despite feeling horny, I didn't engage in sexual intercourse. I didn't want to have kids in any way, shape or form.
The one guy who truly interested me at college had never approached me. Michael Connors was an enigma to me. He was doing a double degree majoring in Metallurgy and Mechanical Engineering. I'd learned that he wanted to design new metals for spacecraft. He had been there a year longer than I had. He had come to my attention in the library early in my second year.
I didn't get to share a course with him until we both did Economics in our last year of study. We were doing it in the third term that went over Christmas. It was the last unit I had to do to finish.
Like Michael, I had used the third terms to get through my degree quicker than the average of four years. I had found I could do extra units or subjects, if you like, each semester, as I seemed to breeze through them with little difficulty.
We didn't have face-to-face lectures for this last course as it was all done online. I knew Michael was working on several other projects at the university. I had learned that by him completing them over Christmas, he would also graduate when I did.
I manipulated myself into his group for the group assignment that was worth all of our marks. I had fully expected him to be eating out of my hand after the first meeting. However, I found that he either didn't particularly like me or was oblivious to my subtle advances.
He was of similar height to me as we were both around 185cm tall. While I had a little Aboriginal in my background, he had more. His mother had also passed on her Māori genes. He had a darker complexion than me and curly brown hair, whereas mine had natural streaks of auburn.
My eyes were green with gold flecks, but his eyes were dark brown. He had a trim figure with lovely long legs, and he ticked all my boxes for a hunky bloke. When I tried to take over the group to ensure I did the least amount of work possible, Michael intervened and divvied up the work differently.
The other two girls went with whatever he suggested. They had picked up on his stand-offishness to me and joined his side. I soon found I had been relegated to do a lot of the research tasks of finding the suppliers and best prices for manufacturing the product that the fictitious company was selling.
The girls were looking into the market viability and supply and demand of their product, while Michael was looking into the issues of the cost of manufacturing it. I had to do my job before Michael could do his, so he had set me a deadline.
He also wanted me to do another costing to cover taxes and employment for him once he had an idea of basic costs and the size of the plant he would need to build. I wasn't impressed, as number crunching wasn't my thing at all. It was so boring, as I could do it in my head, but I had to enter it into the computer, which took forever.
Then he had smiled at me after allocating the jobs. I realised that he fully expected that he'd have to do my work for me, and I knew damn well he'd make sure the lecturer knew he had. I was incensed.
I wasn't trying to get out of the work because I couldn't do it. I just found it a waste of my time inputting every little number as vocal input didn't work well with this type of program. I used to help Brian, and it had bored me to tears back then.
Oddly, I had never worked so hard on completing a unit in the three years I had attended Uni. I made damn sure Michael suffered for my diligence. I constantly texted him for information that he said that he'd supply since it was one of his projects, we were actually doing the estimates for.
If Michael was surprised, he didn't let it show in our weekly meetings. The bloke kept a calm facade that I had trouble reading. The girls were, however, amazed at the amount of information I was feeding them. We even had the project handed in two weeks earlier than the due date.
Despite my efforts, I hadn't got any closer to Michael on the personal front either. He kept me at arm's length, which only frustrated me even more. As soon as the project was over, he made himself hard to reach.
I had finished at the Uni for all intent and had no reason to ever darken its doors again. I still had to wait about six weeks for my degree to be finalised. I only needed a pass in the project as I had a high enough grade point average to apply for work just about anywhere a psychologist was needed.
To be honest, I didn't want to know about other people's problems; I had enough of my own. The one thing I had trouble with during my studies was empathy. It was just as well that I was a good actress. I felt I was looking for something to make my life meaningful, but I hadn't found it to that point in my life.
At twenty-one, I still had no idea what I truly wanted to do with myself. I seriously considered staying on and doing a Master's Degree, but it didn't really interest me. Oddly, the one subject I'd ended up enjoyed the most had been the last one.
After the first term, I'd found that the main subjects I had to do for my degree had been too easy. So, I had done extra units in the following terms, to keep busy as much as to get finished with my studies as for any other reason.
Thanks to Brian, my Trust Fund was healthy, and I could live off it for a long time to come without taking a job. I had even taken over managing it. I was now wondering if I should have done business as Brian had suggested. He might be an arsehole but hadn't got rich by being stupid with his money.
Even my mum had to account for her spending, and she wasn't allowed to go over her budget. While I was growing up and living with them, I knew that she had a set amount to spend and only wheedled extra out of Brian as guilt money.
Staying and doing Business studies gave me something to think about anyway.
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I was seriously thinking of going on a holiday while I waited for my degree to turn up.
To this point in time, I'd never kept a bloke around long. I found that I got bored with them wanting more than I was willing or able to give. I had also learnt that I was hard to please in bed. I didn't know if it was because of what Brian had done to me or if it was just me. From my studies, I suspected it was a bit of both.
I was bloody good at pleasing others but never seemed to get the satisfaction that I craved. My girlfriends had often talked about sex, and I'd even had a close relationship with Talia, one of my friends, during the last year in the boarding school. Talia had been a lot of fun and had taught me a few things about my body that Brian hadn't bothered to tell me.
I'd learned how to do fake orgasms to keep Brian happy, and Talia didn't seem to notice either. I know that I needed the closeness and adoration that Talia supplied me more than the sexual fulfilment. I needed someone to love me. Gilly and mum were too far away, and at the time, I wasn't that interested in boys fucking me.
At the Uni, I found that the boys were easy to manipulate, so I used what I had to work with. I made them work hard before I gave out if I did. In most cases, they were just as big a disappointment as Brian had been.
I often wondered if I was frigid. It was weird. I wanted to have sex, but when I did, it just didn't please me. I couldn't even really blame my partners as most of them did try to please me.
Then an email turned up inviting me to a presentation involving the project with Michael, Jenny and Sonya. I had been surprised, to say the least. I still didn't even have a grade for Economics.
I tried calling Michael to find out more, and for once, he picked up instead of ignoring my call and sending me to voice mail.
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Chapter 3
~~ Crystal - Earth year: Feb 2057 ~~
"I guess you got your email," Michael said bluntly.
I had to grin. So typical of Michael, no salutation, just straight to the subject.
"Yes, I did. So, am I part of the presentation, or am I just to be a spectator?" I waited for a full minute for the reply.
"Damn, I think I need you. You would be better at delivering the facts and figures and make it sound more interesting than I could. I'll be okay with the technical side, but you did the research on the other side, and you understand it better. Can you cover the girls' part? They can't make it as they have exams next week."
I hadn't told Michael that I wrote up their part for them. The girls had done the necessary research but had asked me to help them put it together. Since I had invested a lot of my time and effort in the project, I had done so.
"How and when? I'd need to go over exactly what you want to be covered and how we will tag-team it to make it interesting. It is a bit dry, even for businessmen."
"Yeah, that's what I've been struggling with. I hate to say it, but I'd think you'd pick up when we were losing them, better than me. I tend to plough ahead, and we want to sell them on this project. It's worth a lot of money to the University and me."
"Thank you for the vote of confidence, Michael," I replied sarcastically. I heard him sigh on the other end, and I grinned.
"The Dean is sending you some tickets. We'll have about six days to get it sorted. He has booked us a double suit on the Island with a joined room that we can use to work in. I'll see you there in two days."
I was surprised by the short notice, but since I had nothing better to do, I agreed, and he hung up. I checked my emails and found the reservations and flights to Lindeman Island. I'd never been there, so I rang the administrator and then asked if I could extend my stay for a further two weeks.
I then asked about the suite we were to get and wasn't happy. I was glad to pick up the bill for the change in suites, as I didn't like the one that we had been put in. The woman rang me back an hour later, and she gave me the account number to pay for the longer stay. The University would still pay for the return flights, and she had been able to rebook the flights for me.
I went to pack.
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On the flight, I learnt a little about the Island.
Lindeman Island had recently had the old resort pulled down. Club Med had done a major refurbishment back in the early Naughties (the 2000s). It got another upgrade in the early-twenty-twenties. Tour International had upgraded it again in the late forties, but it was looking tired, so they had done a bit of new work to bring it up to current standards.
They had flattened out the main complex into four distinct tiers and the resort sprawled down and across them. Wide Plexiglass enclosed escalators took the guests from one level to the next. The top floor of the resort opened out onto the fourth tier and gave access to the airport and the eighteen-hole golf course. The bottom level led to the beaches, wharf, freshwater swimming pools, bars, shops and water sports.
The lower Reception desk, medical centre and the help centre were on the bottom level as well. The middle tiers had other amenities like restaurants, a nightclub, childcare and conference rooms. Rooms were available on the three upper tiers, and a second Reception desk was at the top level for guests coming in by Airbus.
They had improved the airport, wharf and a lot of the walking tracks as well as increasing the different types of sea and land activities that a guest could choose to do. The staff amenities had been moved onto the southern side of the resort to the second and third levels, and the area had a separate enclosure.
The warehouses, fuel storage, power station and workshops required to run the island were also in this area. The staff had better access to the main resort and the wharf. They still had access roads between the tiers, and a lot of guests were happy to use them as well as to get them where they wanted to go.
I also learnt a little about the new airbuses that I was to travel on. They were a lot nicer for passengers than the old jet planes. The new designs, engines and fuel systems made them quieter and cheaper for companies to run. A couple of plagues in the last forty years gave the airlines time to restructure their services.
The standard Airbus was called the Greyhound. It seated sixty comfortably in fifteen rows of four seats. They only needed very short runways and could fly bloody fast at high altitudes. The older airports could land a lot of them at any time. The bottleneck was the actual getting the people on and off the airbuses.
The smaller Airbuses were called Emus. They seated twenty-eight people in nine rows of two seats on one side with one on the other, plus a space to lock in a mobility chair. They were used domestically for flights of short duration, being less than two hours. They flew at lower altitudes than the Greyhounds to reduce the chances of accidents.
I had changed my flights, so I was arriving a full day before Michael. I took a Greyhound to Mackay and then an Emu to the island. I loved flying and enjoyed both flights despite airport security. I grumbled about the number of crazies in the world that liked to blow things up when I went through the scanners, not that it did any good.
Since I had upgraded the accommodations, I was shown into a lovely suite that faced south and west. All three rooms open out onto a wide, shared verandah that also gave me access to a walking track on the Island that ran along the back of the resort. The views from the rooms and the verandah were glorious. I picked a room and settled in.
The suite was classed as a business suite, and the central lounge area had its own tea and coffee area with a larger fridge for other beverages and snack foods. A convection microwave oven, cupboards with dishes, a sink and a single drawer dishwasher were included.
The table could seat six, and a long, wide bench on one side was set up with workspace for laptops. While peepers (Interactive Educational Shades or 'IES'), were good for on the move and had almost replaced mobile phones and tablets, many business people still preferred a decent-sized screen and a keyboard, even if only a projected one for doing real work.
The interactive whiteboard/screens were linked to a mainframe computer, and they had wireless functions tied into them. Many business people were still very wary of using open and cloud networks due to security. We still liked the illusion of privacy.
Three twin-seater lounges surrounded a big coffee table, and a large, curved screen took up one corner for general viewing of the broadcast channels and in-house movies. The local channels could even be displayed on the whiteboard screens.
The bedrooms had super king-sized beds suitable for three. I had smiled when I saw them. I knew that more men were adopting the two-wife scenario. With there being twice as many women to men since the virus in thirty-two, it had been happening a lot more in the last twenty years.
I knew Brian would happily take on a younger second wife, but I doubted my mum would be happy with that scenario. He had often hinted that he wanted to keep me, but that idea made me feel sick to my stomach.
Strangely, I had even considered inviting dear daddy to this conference. He was always looking out for new investments, and I knew this project was something that he would love. It was going to be huge and a world changer. I hadn't seen him for three years and hadn't missed him either. However, I decided I wasn't in any hurry to see him either, so I didn't send the invite.
I was relieved to find each bedroom had respectable inside locks and a decent sized ensuite. The other suite we had been booked into shared a bathroom and didn't have locks on the inner rooms.
I might have been infatuated with Michael, but I didn't really know him that well, and I would be stuck with him for the next week. If he turned out to be an arsehole when I was in close confinement, I wanted the security of a lockable door. I was surprised at how nervous I felt at being alone with him for the week.
Shrugging my worries aside, I stripped off and put on a bikini. Looking in the full-length mirror, I knew Brian would love my figure. I had been late to develop, but that was more normal these days as well. I was still slim, but the tits had finally filled the top of the bikini without medical assistance.
They weren't huge, but I believed they suited my figure, and I knew they had a nice round shape that blokes seemed to appreciate. None of my lovers had complained about what I had. I noted that my hips had widened a little into feminine curves, but I had a small firm arse and a tiny waist that made my legs look long and sleek.
I had let my hair grow, and it was thick and shiny with its auburn highlights. It brushed the top of my arse when loose. I didn't have any complaints about my genetics. My skin was smooth and unblemished. I tanned with a little sun and never seemed to put on weight no matter what I ate or how often I exercised.
Pleased that I looked good, I went to find out what the island had to offer.
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~~ Crystal - Earth year: 2099 ~~
"Lady Crystal," the voice said, interrupting my musings.
"Yes?" I said irritably.
"Do you wish to have lunch in the dining room with the others?" the voice coming from my wrist asked.
"No, just bring me a tray and a refill for my jug. I don't feel like company today," I replied as I settled back into my lounge.
Damn, I was bored.
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Chapter 4
~~ Michael - Earth year: Feb 2057 ~~
With trepidation, I flew to Lindeman Island.
I had barely survived the ten weeks of torture of working with Crystal. Now I was to spend an entire week with her in close confinement. The damn woman was one contradiction after another.
I hoped this wasn't a mistake, but the Professor had insisted that she was the best one to deliver the proposal and reluctantly, I had to agree. The work she had done for the assignment was top-notch and probably saved me thousands in getting some service to do what she had done.
When I was shown the suite, I was surprised by its opulence. I peeked into the rooms and determined that Crystal had claimed the one on the corner. It was immaculate. I only knew she had claimed it because the towels were missing from that bed. I was sure she'd be a slob, but apparently, I was wrong.
Reception said she had arrived early the morning before and had booked the suite for a couple of weeks, not the one I'd been told we would be here for.
'Nice for some,' I thought. If this proposal went across like we wanted, I'd be up to my eyeballs in even more work—no luxury holiday for me.
I was putting my stuff away when I heard the outer door open. Taking a deep breath, I went out to greet Crystal. The sight of her took my breath away. Damn, I was in trouble, and I knew it. She was bloody gorgeous, and the still wet, skimpy, pink bikini wasn't helping me at all.
My cock went from interested to hard when her sultry voice said, "Hi, Michael."
Her nipples were hard little points, and the curves of her breasts peeked outside the material were begging for my hand. The shadow at her crotch told me she didn't remove all of her pubic hair. I could even detect the flattened curls hidden under the thin damp material.
I was bloody glad I'd put my dick-togs on and then the baggy shorts over the top as they barely kept me contained. I'd planned on going for a quick swim, grabbing some lunch and then getting down to work. Swimming wasn't the activity that was foremost in my mind at this point.
Crystal smiled at me. I recognised the predatory gleam in her eyes, and it calmed me down a little. I knew she wanted me, but so far, I'd stayed out of her clutches. I wasn't into the games she played. Crystal had a knack for collecting scalps, and I hadn't intended to be one of them.
I knew that smart blokes seemed to attract her for some reason. She didn't always go for the best-looking men either. One of my mates who had chased her for three months whinged that she spent more time picking his brain and teasing him than she had actually screwing him.
He'd said that one weekend with Crystal was enough to blow a bloke's brain. He'd been pissed off that one weekend was all he got. Even though he hinted it had been more, I knew otherwise. I also discerned that a few of the blokes who had said they'd done her had lied as well.
I'd been watching her for the last two years, and I'd seen her party and flirt with the best of them. Oddly, I'd seen her disappear from a party and go home alone on many occasions without her date. I had a hard time working out what her game was.
I knew that she didn't like going on dates with blokes unless there were a lot of people around. That had been one of my mate's bitches as well. If he suggested anything intimate, she refused. She also never let them pick her up for a date, and they were never invited to her place.
I'd heard that if they found out where she lived and turned up there, she never let them in. If they persisted in annoying her after she had brushed them off, they got the cold shoulder and caustic public put-downs. I'd overheard some of her put-downs for blokes who had pissed her off, and the lady liked the big words.
The smarter blokes learnt that Crystal did the chasing, and when she was done with you, that was that. If she took a fancy to you and you played your cards right, you just might get lucky. I was still wondering why I'd not let her catch me. I suspected that I liked to do the chasing and didn't like dancing to a woman's tune.
I'd be happy to meet her halfway, but I wasn't anyone's play toy. From what I'd observed, Crystal liked to play and dangled bait. The bait she was dangling at me at this moment was bloody hard to say no to. I had a feeling it was going to be a long, frustrating week on my side of the suite. That bloody pink bikini was going to haunt my dreams for years to come.
I said more gruffly than I intended to, "Are you ready to do some work?"
Crystal lifted her eyebrows at me. She pointed to the counter, and it was then I realised she had already set up a workspace, and she had a folding file on the desk. Several documents were in folders neatly lined up, ready for my inspection.
Curious, I walked over to see what she had been working on. I hadn't told her what I was planning for the presentation. I got engrossed in her layout and soon realised she had put a lot of thought into it.
She had sections where she had question marks as to what my input would be. I turned to ask her a question, but she was gone. Her door was shut, and I wasn't game to knock on it, knowing she'd come out when she was ready and not before.
I sighed; I guessed we were off to a great start. I'd pissed her off already. I looked at her notes again and hurriedly collected my material and set it up beside her on the workbench.
I was soon absorbed as I busily went through filling in her gaps with what I believed she had envisioned that I would present. I could see how the order of the presentation was designed to draw the investors in and then hit them with the wow factor.
I couldn't have done this by myself. The lady has a flare; I'd give her that. I was distracted when the chime on the door sounded. Crystal walked behind me and had the waiter wheel the trolley in.
She signed his pad and thanked him politely. I hadn't missed the look the man had dropped down her body before he left, and I felt myself bristle. I scolded myself for my reaction.
She wasn't my woman to get uptight about when some random bloke appreciating her with his eyes. Like the waiter, I, too, had noticed that she had changed into a black bikini top and tiny, pink silk shorts that didn't cover much more than the previous bikini bottoms had.
The top covered her breasts a bit better, but if anything, they just made them look bigger and even more delectable. The desire to suck on one of those perfect tits went straight to my groin. I was annoyed with my reaction to her.
"Geez, Crystal, I hope you brought something more appropriate to wear for the presentation," I found myself complaining. I could have kicked myself as soon as the words left my mouth.
To my surprise, Crystal grinned at me, "What don't you think I'd sell your project wearing this?"
I groaned inwardly. I wasn't sure about the project, but I'd bet that I could sell her for enough to fund it. I grunted as I couldn't come back with an appropriate response without offending her, and I knew damn well that I needed her.
The smell of the food made my stomach rumble. I was a lousy flyer. I got airsick even in the new Airbuses, and none of the medications seemed to help me. As a result, I hadn't eaten this morning. I watched Crystal as she started sorting out the food on the trolley.
She opened a cupboard and put a jar of Vegemite and one of Peanut Paste in it, with several packets of potato chips, biscuits and a loaf of bread.
Into the fridge, she put a packet of cheese and one of ham slices, a bag of tomatoes, half a lettuce, three avocados, half a bunch of celery and a small bag of carrots. She added the two litres of milk, a six-pack of Rum and Cola UDL cans and a six-pack of water bottles.
She put the whole cooked chook and the three containers of mixed salads on the table with the flat buns and butter. She then went and got plates and cutlery and set them in two places.
"I'm having lunch if you wish to join me," she tossed over her shoulder at me as she found a seat and started getting what she wanted to eat.
I joined her, and we were soon hoeing into the food. To break the silence, I started asking her questions about her ideas for selling the project. We were soon deep in discussion about what she had envisaged.
I found myself telling her what went into the blanks and other things I needed to tell her that I'd hadn't told her before. It didn't take me long to realise she knew a lot more about the project than I had believed.
I had thought the other two girls did most of the work, but now I was wondering what they had done. She knew their material as well as the research she had done for me.
She got us both a UDL after asking me if I wanted one. We ended up on the bench with her adding to the plan and making notes of possible times required to get the information we wanted to get across. I got the next lot of drinks, and we kept working on the basic outline.
It wasn't until I noticed the sunshine was angling at the top of the wall that I realised how long we had been working. Crystal printed out the document and handed it to me.
"I'm going for a swim, and our dinner reservations are for seven in your name."
She picked up her wrap and swimming bag and walked out the door.
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Surprised by her abruptness, I watched her walk out.
The sway of her hips suddenly reminded me of my earlier thoughts. I glanced at the table and was shocked by how little was left on it. I dropped the leftovers on the trolley and grabbing my towel and key. I pushed the trolley out into the hall and followed Crystal to the swimming pools.
I found her ploughing through the water in the big Olympic sized pool. I watched her as I stripped down to my togs. She had a nice even stroke, and I waited until she turned before diving in after her.
She wasn't idling along, and I found that I had to stretch out and put a bit of effort into keeping up with her. She was a strong swimmer, but I soon found her rhythm and settled into it. She did another ten laps before she pulled up.
I looked up to see her climb out of the pool. She grabbed her smaller towel, which she wrapped around her long hair. She dried off a bit with another towel, put on her wrap and thongs and walked off.
I stood in the pool, watching her walk away. I was a little perplexed. Other than her cheeky comment about what she would wear to the presentations, Crystal had not swapped a personal comment with me since.
She had been all business during our discussions, and she seemed like a different woman to the one I thought I knew. She hadn't tried to flirt with me, and her actions were more one of someone who had to work with me but didn't have to entertain me.
As I walked back to the suite, I was starting to wonder if I had read her wrong. She wasn't behaving as if she was interested in me at all. I wondered if my previous rebuffs had shifted her interest. I knew bloody well I still wanted her despite my reservations.
I'd not been with anyone for a while. I'd been wrapped up in my projects this last term in particular. Having a breakthrough had been the easy bit. Getting it to market had become my nightmare. I hadn't wanted the distractions that a woman could bring.
All the same, Crystal's coolness was getting to me.
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Chapter 5
~~ Michael - Earth year: Feb 2057 ~~
I walked into the suite to find Crystal's bedroom door firmly shut.
Frustrated with where my thoughts had been going, I went and showered and then changed into pants and a shirt more suitable for the restaurant and went to meet her in the lounge area. She was already waiting for me.
'Fuckin hell!' I thought as my eyes roamed over her.
I felt as if all my blood had been pumped into my cock. It was so hard it was throbbing. She was fucking gorgeous. Yet, I didn't get the impression that she was preening. She was just standing there, waiting for me to get ready.
She was wearing a half-thigh length black dress with thin, red and white stripes that formed the halter strap and cut down over her nipples, curved in at her waist and widened into pleats in the skirt. The neckline joined in line with the centre of her nipples, and the top section didn't cut across her back until it ran over the top of her arse.
The low-heeled shoes had straps of red, white and black that encased her long slender feet. She had dried her hair, and it lay down her back in long loose curls to her arse. As her hair moved, it gave you peeks at her bareback.
"Ready?" she asked and headed for the door after barely glancing at me.
I was beginning to suspect that watching her arse and legs as she walked away from me was going to become my favourite pastime this week. I sure didn't mind the view at all. She had a tight little arse and a tiny waist that I bet my hands could span. The gentle sway of her hips when she walked was hypnotic.
Catching hold of myself, I caught up with her at the escalator and took her hand before we got off. She didn't pull away from me and let me hold her hand as we entered the restaurant. I reluctantly let go when I helped seat her. As I bent to help push her chair in, her delightful smell tickled my nose.
'Fuck I am in serious trouble', I thought as I sat.
After dinner, she didn't want to go into the nightclub and said she would prefer to return to the room, as she hadn't slept much the night before. She let me retake her hand when we walked back. However, once I'd opened the door, she headed straight to her room and closed the door.
I grabbed one of the UDL's from the fridge and went and sat on the verandah. I went over our dinner conversation and tried to remember what I had learnt about her. I liked to get to know the lady I was spending time with.
'Fuck all' was my summary.
I was used to women telling me their life stories in one evening, but Crystal had told me barely anything at all. I thought back over the weeks of the project, and again I couldn't pull a lot of information to mind that she had actually told me that was personal.
I knew she had a mother named Sue, a stepfather called Brian and no siblings. Oh, and she had gone to boarding school for five years before she came to the University. That was it. I tried to remember what my mate had told me about her, but again, little new information came to me.
She'd asked me a heap of questions about my family, and I'd been surprised to find her easy to talk with. She had mentioned some amusing incidents since she had been at the Uni, but none of them directly involved her.
Mystified with just who Crystal was, I took myself off to bed.
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I woke several hours later to the sound of a desk being tapped like a keyboard.
I crawled out of bed and walked out into the lounge to find Crystal working.
"What are you doing, woman?" I asked grumpily.
I wasn't well known as a morning person, especially at three in the morning. Crystal had jumped and spun her chair around when I had spoken. Her dressing gown had opened, and I got the view of a bare tit flashed at me.
Mesmerised by her beauty, I found myself standing beside her, and I bent down and captured her lips. After a hesitation, she kissed me back. Emboldened, I spun her chair around, pushed it back into the bench so it couldn't move. I kissed her again.
Her soft lips moved beneath mine as she returned my kiss. Her tongue gently wiped across my lips, making my cock throb with need. I returned the favour and licked her pouty lips. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, and she sucked me in.
Kissing her didn't help with my hard-on. I was so hot for her that I wasn't sure I had rational thoughts anymore. I slipped my hand into the gown and cupped the breast that had peeped at me, and I gently rubbed my thumb over her nipple.
It was a hard little nub amongst the soft silkiness of her skin. Crystal gasped into my mouth, making me kiss her harder. I then pinched her nipple gently, and she shuddered softly under my hands. I dropped to my knees and pushed the gown open.
"Bloody hell, Crystal, you have gorgeous tits," I got out.
Then, I latched onto one of them as my hands held them up to my inspection. I licked and flicked the nipple in my mouth as my other hand gently squeezed her other breast. She moaned softly and pushed her fingers through my hair.
I felt her hips slid forward on the chair a little and her legs spread wider, giving me access to her treasures. I kissed my way down over her flat abdomen and buried my head in her crotch. She spread her legs even wider for me and rolled her hips so I could suck on her.
She tasted and smelled divine. I found myself devouring her. Her short, soft, springy pubic hair tickled my nose as I rubbed my nose in it. Her fingernails were flexing into my scalp each time I sucked hard on her clit, and her abdomen contracted.
Her gasps were soft, and she wasn't stopping me, so I wiggled my tongue into her and thrust it into her hard as I sucked on her. Her soft moans of pleasure encouraged me to continue. I loved licking a sweet-smelling cunnie that was as tasty as hers was.
I felt her tremor from my tongue fucking and swapped back to her clit. She gasped and then groaned when I did. She shuddered and was pushing me away as she stiffened, and her legs tried to close.
I released her and pushed my shorts down. Taking her hand, I encouraged her off the chair and on top of me as I lay back onto the carpeted floor. For a moment, I thought she wasn't going to entertain me, as she seemed to hesitate. To my relief, she climbed on and found my cock without any help.
She wiggled down onto my rampant staff. I gasped as her heat surrounded me, and her cunnie muscles gripped me firmly. When she started moving on me, I was more than happy to help her feel my full length, buried inside of her. She leant forward, and I didn't need any provocation.
I latched back onto one of her firm tits to suck on her flesh as she rode me. I felt my balls tighten up as she worked my cock. Her hands were flatted over my nipples, and she was gently raking my chest with her long nails when she squeezed her cunnie muscles around my cock again and again.
She gave some little shudders as she rolled her hips, ensuring I was in her as far as it was physically possible. It seemed as if she was coming, but I didn't feel she was truly there yet. I pushed one of her knees down and rolled her over.
I slowed the action and kissed her as I lengthened my stroke. I flicked my tongue into her mouth and explored as I moved slowly in and out of her, savouring the feel of her tightness on me. I was having a lot of fun exploring her mouth as my hips kept up the slower pace.
She wiggled and started clutching at my cock with her muscles, and the little tremors began increasing in frequency. She was pawing at my back and sides like a kitten but not digging her claws into me.
I released her mouth and went back to her tits, licking them with a flat tongue in time with my fucking action. The tremors intensified, and she was lifting her hips higher to meet me. I felt that I just had to hold on a bit longer.
Then she stiffened for me and gasped out, "Fuckin' hell!"
I sucked her tit hard and gently bit her nipple. She exploded for me. I fucked into her furiously for another minute as she bucked and wiggled and shook under me. Fuck me! She was one fantastic ride.
She stiffened again, and this time, when she shuddered around me, I shared my orgasm with her. She quaked under me as I let loose and enjoyed the feelings that a marvellous fuck could create in a man. I laid on her a little longer, doing slow strokes as we came down.
"Wow, Crystal! That was bloody intense," I told her.
I gently kissed her and then pulled out to flop on the carpet beside her. I smiled as her leg shivered beside me as she had little aftershocks. I rolled onto my side and moved her so that she was snuggled up to me and lying on my arm, her legs entangled with mine.
I gently stroked her back and enjoyed her little shudders against me as she got her breath back. She was nice to cuddle with, I decided. Crystal moved a little so she could see my face, and I smiled at her.
"Bastard, you're a bastard," she said softly and then snuggled back into me and hugged me hard.
"Nope, my parents were definitely married," I replied with a grin and hugged her back. After she had relaxed her grip a little, I lifted her off my arm and got up. I put out my hand for hers, and I pulled her up with me, then I walked her to my room.
If the sex my old roommate had experienced with Crystal was half as good as what I had just experienced, I was no longer surprised as to why he sulked for months after she dumped him. I also suspected that I was going to be just as bad he was. I couldn't even say what made it so awesome, just that it, bloody well, was.
I was probably a sucker for punishment, but there was no way I was giving her up in a hurry. I may be playing into her hands, but I had a feeling the benefits were well worth it. My cock was already rising at my thoughts of having it in her again. Her soft body rubbing against mine as we entered my room was all the encouragement I needed to climb on her again.
I decided that if I only got a week with Crystal, I was going to make the most of it.
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Chapter 6
~~ Michael - Earth year: Feb 2057 ~~
I think I'm in love.
Crystal has her quirks but then don't we all. She is the most fantastic lover I have ever had. I get hard when she smiles at me, and my heart rate goes berserk. To hold her in my arms is the most amazing feeling, and I could kiss her for hours if she would let me.
She has the most marvellous skin, it is so soft, and I think I've managed to explore every millimetre of it. One thing surprising about her skin was that she had no blemishes. Her skin is so smooth and evenly coloured, and I've not seen her put sunscreen on yet. I love just running my fingers over her skin.
With her help, we had the basic presentation ready to go in less than three days. I was amazed at how well and quickly she had put it together. We did spend a little time on it over the next three days but not much. We spent more time in bed than we did anywhere else.
I couldn't seem to get enough of her, and she was happy to accommodate me. We did go on a few walks, and she loved swimming, so we did go down to the pool to recuperate. She swam twenty laps every morning and then another ten every night.
She wouldn't go into the sea, however. It had things that bite, she informed me. When I mentioned going for a sail on one of the yachts, she paled and shuddered slightly. I don't think she likes boats.
I get airsick but not sea-sick. My mum says it's more a phobia about flying on my part than a motion sickness thing. It was a shame Crystal didn't like boats or the sea since we were on an island. I loved sailing. Maybe once we have been together a while, I could convince her to go on my yacht. I wasn't planning on giving her up, and I knew it.
One thing that amazed me was how much she ate. She didn't carry a lot of spare flesh, if any, but she ate as much as I did. I did learn she had a thing for cheese. She could tell me how many of the different cheeses were made and how long they were left to mature.
One night at dinner, she had ordered a salad. When she saw the cheese that they had served with it, she informed the waiter she was not paying to eat plastic crap. She said it in no uncertain terms and with the coldest voice that I had heard her use. She ordered him to rectify it immediately and specified the cheese she wanted.
She was quite intimidating. I hadn't seen this side of her since Uni. I knew she could act like a spoilt rich bitch, but I had since got the impression that she only put on the airs and graces if there was some advantage in it. She had smiled at me as if nothing had happened.
I determined that getting into Crystal's bad books wasn't a smart thing to do. So far, I must have been doing something right as she was still happy to be with me. I decided to change the topic and asked her about work. I learnt she had decided not to apply for any jobs until she got her degree.
I pounced on this, and I asked her if she wanted to be involved more with the project. I told her she could be my front man. She had laughed and said I hadn't seen her in action yet, so how did I know she could do it. I disagreed and said I had seen how she handled boyfriends that pissed her off, and I didn't plan on being one of them.
She had given me her sexy laugh and said she would think about it. I think she had liked my offer, and I planned to keep working on her. I did not intend to let her go if I didn't have to. I knew I had only expected to spend the week with Crystal, but one week was just not long enough.
The night before the first presentation, we did a final run-through, and I had a good feeling that we would get the money we needed to start building our manufacturing plants. Crystal was amazing and didn't even refer to the notes or look at the slides to read them.
Watching her in action had me hard, and I ended up interrupting her and kissing her. She giggled and let me strip her. My cock was throbbing by the time my hands and mouth contacted her gorgeous tits. She moaned in my arms as I happily played with them.
She then surprised me by turning in my arms and lying on the back of one of the couches with her legs spread. Seeing her pert arse in the air and her hot pink cunnie lips glistening with her juices had me dropping my daks lickety-split. Since we were close to the same height, doing her in this position was awesome.
I had little trouble sliding into her, and I could still play with her tits as I pumped her. She liked me going slow to start with, and I was more than happy to oblige as it meant I lasted longer. The longer I was in her, the happier I was.
We didn't do any more work on the presentation that night. We did end up back in bed, and I was one very sated man by the time I fell asleep.
I woke to darkness and Crystal moaning and rocking in the bed. She mumbled, "No, please, no more, I'll be good…."
In the soft light, I could see the tears in her eyes. This was one of Crystal's quirks. She had nightmares. She didn't have very pleasant dreams, and if she remembered them, she never talked to me about them.
After the first one, I had learnt to not grab her. If I stroked her hair and said that I loved her and I would never hurt her, she would quieten and then roll into me. Once she touched me, she snuggled into me tightly, and I could cuddle her.
I was starting to understand my Crystal. Someone had hurt her very badly, and the fact she made love to me as she did, only made me love her more. I also understood why she hadn't liked being alone with her dates and why the guys trying to date her said she was a tease.
I even knew why she had changed the accommodations to this suite. At first, I thought she had just wanted a better one, but I now knew that it was the fact that the bedroom door locks. She mentioned in one of her dreams that the door didn't lock, and it had stressed her out that she couldn't lock it.
I was beginning to suspect that she had been raped by a family member, and it had happened for a long time. Each night it seemed to be a different memory. Each dream seemed worse than the one before.
I vowed to kill the son of a bitch if I ever met him.
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The presentations went off without a hitch.
I found it hard to relate the cool businesswoman persona Crystal portrayed with the sex kitten I'd been sleeping with for the last week. She was so calm and polished. I had a feeling she could sell ice to the Eskimo's.
She had worn a tight black business styled knee-length skirt with a fitted suit coat. Underneath it was a plain pink blouse, and, on her feet, she wore plain black stilettoes. She wore only a dusting of make-up, and she had put her hair up in a bun.
In my eyes, the get up only made her look sexier, and the looks she collected from around the room said I wasn't the only man who appreciated the eye candy; that was Crystal. I'd have been jealous, but the little smiles she directed at me as the day wore on said that she was more than happy to be with me.
The bump in the road happened on the second day.
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I'd seen Crystal tense up when the new people who were attending had filed into the conference room.
I couldn't pinpoint what or who had caused this reaction in her. She had, however, performed magnificently. She had answered any question thrown at her with the facts, as we knew them.
At the cocktail party that night, one of the men approached Crystal and said something to her. I felt my hackles go up and moved, so I was standing beside her. I possessively put my arm around her waist and squeezed her gently. She was as stiff as a board and pale.
"So, did you enjoy the presentation, Mr Tyler?" I asked the man. He was several centimetres shorter than we were, and he had a solid build but had developed a noticeable paunch.
"I did, very much so. I believe your company will be hearing from mine. My daughter has always had an eye for a going concern. You should get her to tell you which stocks to buy. I liked reading them out to her when she was little and made a packet from her advice."
"She sounds like she is a clever girl," I replied politely.
"She is. You will do well to listen to her. Crystal is a treasure, aren't you, my dear?" he said, looking at Crystal.
"Thank you, Brian. That's probably the nicest thing you have ever said to me," she said tightly.
I suddenly realised who the man was. Yet, I didn't get a loving father-daughter impression from the two. There seemed to be some underlying animosity. Crystal still hadn't relaxed and seemed on guard for some reason.
I really didn't like the predatory gleam in Brian's eyes when he looked at her. Something about the encounter had pleased him, but it had frightened Crystal. An inkling of an idea had formed in my mind, but I was distracted by one of the other investors, whom we had hoped would turn up.
We had run the preliminary presentation the day before, just after lunch, and given the people who had attended a prospectus. We had run the full presentation with all the facts and figures that day. Originally, we had twenty people booked, but there were over fifty in attendance for the second presentation we held.
The resort manager had warned me the day before that more people had booked and would be turning up. He had hoped he'd done the right thing, letting them come. I had been amazed at not only the number of people but also who they were. I don't think any of the people present were worth less than a few billion dollars.
Professor Jones and I knew that that metal that we had dubbed Ozlium would revolutionise spacecraft design. It was fantastic stuff, and I still found it hard to believe that the combination of elements I had put together had produced this marvellous metal.
We envisioned that many other industries would also benefit, like the builders of the Airbuses and lingers. The lighter, more robust metal would reduce the costs of building and maintaining them. Many other projects that we probably hadn't even thought of could use this product to great advantage.
This material was going to be worth many billions of dollars to the University and me. I had guessed that those who had turned up the day before had worked this out too and had rung some friends. I think our presentation had convinced the investors that this wasn't a sham and that it would make them a lot of money too.
Crystal stuck to me like glue for the next hour or so. However, when the party turned more informal, she cried off and went up to bed. I had stayed a little longer as I was still answering a lot of questions, and I felt it was rude to leave as one of the hosts. I was also hyped up at the success and promises of support that were coming my way. I had achieved one of my dreams.
I was disappointed that Crystal had left, but she said she wasn't feeling well, and she had done a lot of the talking for the presentation. I clam up in crowds but am okay in small settings. I guess a couple of drinks had also settled my nerves.
About half an hour later, I started feeling uneasy about something, and I excused myself. I found my feet taking me to the suite. For some reason, I just wanted to check on Crystal. I also felt a little bad about not thinking of her needs and the reason why she had wanted to leave the party.
I opened the door and stepped into the room. Crystal was on her hands and knees on the carpet with her stepfather behind her. He was on his knees and gripping her hips to his crotch. Her nightdress and robe had been flung over her head. My mouth gaped at the sight of Brian. He was thrusting and grunted into my Crystal.
I heard her soft sob, and something in my head snapped. I knew who had been abusing my Crystal. Brian was just about to pull out of her when I kicked him up between his legs and crushed his balls. Brian screamed and rolled off Crystal.
I kicked him again and again until Crystal's yells to stop, and the pain in her voice got through to me.
"Please, Michael, please stop. He isn't worth going to jail for," she pleaded through her sobs.
I was so furious it had been almost impossible to stop. I grabbed Brian and hauled him to the door. I tossed him through it before slamming the door closed. The fact his pants were still around his ankles barely registered with me.
That fucking bastard had abused her for the last time if I had any say in the matter.
I sat on the floor and gently pulled Crystal into my lap, and I started crying as I cuddled her into me and rocked her. I kept saying how sorry I was for not coming back with her. I said it over and over again, in my distress for allowing that man to hurt her once more.
Crystal had cried with me.
We both ignored the noises from the hall and didn't answer the knocks. I picked my poor abused Crystal up and took her to the bathroom. I gently helped her out of her clothes and washed her. She wouldn't let me touch her cunnie and insisted she had to clean it, so I hugged her as she did.
Once we were satisfied that she had washed Brian off her body, I carried her to bed. I wished I could wash him from her mind, but I suspected her nightmares would get worse after this little episode.
I curled up with her, just holding her and telling her that I loved her as I stroked her hair. Crystal hugged me tightly and hauntingly told me what had happened.
I didn't really want to know, but I knew she felt that she had to tell me.
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Chapter 7
~~ Crystal - Earth year: 2099 ~~
The android delivered my food, and I waved it away.
The sun was high in the sky, and the clouds were building. We'd have a storm in a couple of hours. The storms on my Island reminded me of home. I have found I don't miss Earth as much now as I once did.
Oddly, while I felt that I needed to be on this planet, I still felt that I was waiting for something to happen or someone. I could never make up my mind, but I'd not attempted to go back to Earth for some time.
I looked at the clouds and felt a new storm was brewing in my life too. So many bad memories that I really didn't want anymore. Still, it was a day for wool-gathering. My mind cast back to one of the saddest days in my life. It, too, was on an Island.
What happened to me was one of the highest and the lowest points of my life.
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~~ Crystal - Earth year: 2057 ~~
I felt safe in Michael's arms.
I only felt safe in Michael's arms. He did something to me. Somehow, he had touched me as no other man had. Even to just be near him made me feel giddy, loved and protected.
I wish I hadn't let my fears drive me from his side. I still wish I hadn't let Brian into the room. I couldn't believe how stupid I had been to trust Brian.
If wishes were fishes.
As much as it hurt to relive, I felt I had to tell Michael at least briefly what had happened. I told him that Brian had talked his way in by telling me that he had a message from my mother. That she hadn't come with him, as she was very ill.
She had gotten bad news from the doctors. He needed to talk to me about it and that he had just wanted to talk. When I had let him in, he had smashed me in the face. He had punched me in the stomach several times and then raped me.
I cried as Michael held me and relived the rape in my mind.
"You're mine, you whore. You will come and replace your mother. I need you and love you. You have always been mine," Brian had told me as he pushed me into the room.
I had screamed at him that I was never his, and I refused to be his. I was Michael's, and that I loved Michael. His expression had contorted into anger, and he punched me in the face.
"You're mine," he growled at me and then he grabbed me by the hair and tried to kiss me. He mashed his lips to mine and ground my lips into my teeth.
The pain in my face and my fear of Brian had me trying to fight back. I tried to scratch his face, and he pulled my head back, then he backhanded me hard. He hit the same side of my face as he'd hit before and knocked me silly.
As I reeled back from him, my eyes watering and blinding me. Brian pulled me back by my hair. He then thumped me in the stomach several times. The blows had taken the fight out of me as I doubled over, gasping as the pain ripped through my abdomen.
This wasn't the first time that Brian had physically subdued me, but this was the worst that he had hit me. Brian had laughed and told me that he had noticed earlier in the evening that the weird effect that I'd had on him a couple of years before had dissipated.
I could only assume that this had emboldened him to come after me. He told me that he had also seen my fear of him, and I think it had excited him. He said that he'd been aroused all evening thinking about me.
He had come to my room when he realised Michael hadn't left with me and was still busy with the investors. Brian had always gotten excited when showing his women that he was in control.
He rolled me over and got between my legs. I was powerless to stop him in my agony. He pushed my nightdress and robe up over my back. I heard him loosened off his trousers. He grabbed my hips, and he pushed his cock into me.
He didn't waste any time jamming his cock into me as far and as hard as he could. He wasn't as big as Michael was, but I wasn't ready for him. He fucked me for all he was worth. It was hard and brutal.
He told me as he fucked me that I was like a poison in his system. He held onto me tight as he tried to claim me back as his with each flex of his hips. I could only cry softly between my grunts of pain.
I was tight and dry, not having expected his assault on me. Each time he pushed in, it hurt my stomach and sent new waves of pain through me. I had stopped trying to get away from him, as I knew he would only hit me again.
Mercifully, he came quickly in his excitement. Brian slammed his cock home, and he grunted in delight as he came in me. I felt like vomiting and collapsed to the floor when he was pulled from me by Michael.
I saw Michael kick him again. I was so frightened that Michael would kill Brian, and I yelled at him to stop. I couldn't believe it when Michael came and gathered me in his arms after he had evicted Brian. He cried with me, and I cried for him and us.
He picked me up and took me to the bathroom, where he washed me so gently. When I said I'd had enough, he then took me to bed. I couldn't believe how safe I felt in his arms. His warm embrace and the horror of the evening overwhelmed me, and I slept.
I woke to a moan of pain. My stomach cramped, and I felt the wetness between my legs. I was bleeding. Michael panicked at seeing the blood. He called down for the resident nurse, and she came and examined me.
I had to tell her what had happened when the nurse asked me if I needed help having Michael removed from the suite for abusing me. After settling me down with some sedatives, she went to talk to Michael.