Hello Mr. Robinson Pt. 10

I felt my first orgasm building fast as the girls tag teamed my erection. It was when I didn't climax that I realized the significance of the knot they had tied around the shaft of my cock. It was acting like a cock ring. I wouldn't be able to cum until they untied it. Isix was still taking me down her throat when everything went dark. Someone had placed one of the silk scarves over my eyes. It was tied off and I was led to the bed. Yeah, they had planned this beforehand. My costume was stripped from me and soon I was prone on the bed. Two of them took my hands and placed them between their legs. I teased them as the other two licked me to the point I was shaking. Shannon was right. I was going to wrecked all of them before I was done.

What followed took me by surprise. All four of them began kissing me. One of them was planting soft kissed along my neck while another teased a nipple with lips and teeth. Further down someone was licking the underside of my cock while her partner licked and gently massaged my balls. The lady kissing my neck took my right hand in hers and began licking and sucking on my fingers. The two below my waist were whispering to one another. I felt a shift in the bed as one of the girls straddled my waist. Her partner held my cock for her while she teased the head of my dick with her wet slit. I groaned as the tip slipped inside of her and stayed there. The teasing increased as she remained where she was. She bounced a little but never let me sink too deep for now.

This escalated the others as whoever was on my left side placed my hand on her breast. While I teased her the gal on top of me lost the battle and sunk down slowly until she was impaled. Damn she was tight. I cried out as she began moving. Somehow, she was squeezing with her internal muscles as she moved up and down. The scarves came into play again. The evil little shits tied my extremities to the posts of the bed. I was blindfolded, tied, and at their mercy. Whoever was riding me picked up her speed and the force of her hips slamming down increased too. The others urged her on as her body began to shake and her voice got louder and louder.

"She's going to blow," Rhea said her voice low and sensuous.

"Wow, she is really going all out," Shannon moaned.

"Yeah, I can't wait until it's my turn," Janessa whimpered.

That left Isix riding my erection. The Osirin stopped suddenly as she cried out and fell atop me. Just then the door opened and closed. Whoever had walked in sat on the highbacked chair facing the bed. It was Rhea who addressed our visitor. I was surprised as anyone when she spoke to him.

"Surfer what are you doing here?"

"I needed someone to talk to about my encounter." He replied in his nearly monotonous tone. "Master Greg may I speak with you or would you rather I came back later."

"I don't mind Surfer... UNNNN... what's up?"

"I just left Lady Masters' bedroom. She is sleeping peacefully. I believe I wore her out sir."

"You had sex with her," I asked not sure how accurate his current form was.

"Oh yes sir," he said showing the first true hints of emotion. "I think I broke her Master... um Greg."

"Excellent news, so you can receive tactile input."

"Thanks to Master Nick I can. During the early work on the brain/machine interface he could record not just his experiences but all the tactile data as well. It is that data that allowed me to enjoy my time with that dirty little slut. Her words not mine Greg. She demanded that I called her all manner of demoralizing titles. I will recite them if you wish... slut, whore, slave..."

"No Surfer that won't be necessary. Speaking of slave, Rhea get your ass to work." I ordered and Rhea mounted my erection. "Unnn yeah... so how did you manage to interface with Jon's mother?"

"She gave me the most amazing blowjob," Surfer said and I heard murmurs from Shannon and Janessa. "I am sorry ladies. The memories of that experience are quite stimulating. No, you don't have to... oh that is quite pleasant. Yes, that is very nice Ms. Shannon. A part of my programming allows me to mimic and with the help of an algorithm I wrote to improve upon Master Nick's sexual technique. I can detect micro changes in a woman's nervous system. I know what they like and can quickly focus on and drive them to climax very quickly. The Lady Masters experienced approximately thirty orgasms before she begged for asleep. I lost count since some tended to blend into another at the end. I don't know if Greg would be okay with you doing that miss. UNNNNN... if you insist..."

"Looks like you have fans Surfer," I said between grunts as Rhea worked my cock quick and deep inside of her. "If the girls want to play who am I to deny them a unique experience."

"Very well, then I will take over miss and show you what I have learned."

The next sound to reach my ears was a surprised squeal from Shannon as Surfer took charge. It was Janessa that told me what was going on. Apparently, Surfer stood up and took Shannon with him. He was fucking her standing up and she was howling in pleasure. I began to wonder if I could match the flawless skill of someone like Surfer. Rhea's climax settled that argument a few moments later. It was Janessa's turn. She released me and when I removed the blindfold she was on her hands and knees with her ass cheeks pulled apart. Janessa knew I had a thing about tapping her ass. I knelt behind her and slid slowly into her back door. I glanced over and watched as Surfer's mirror bright cock moved in and out of Shannon. She was standing now as she leaned over the side of the bed. Rhea watched the two of us eagerly attack the girl before us.

Surfer and Shannon cried out together and her body was shaking after her orgasm. Excellent job Surfer! He pulled out and I pointed to Janessa's head and he nodded. Rhea frowned as Janessa used her mouth to clean Surfer's cock.

"Greg, why is your erection buried in the young lady's rectum. Does it feel good for you both?"

"Uh huh," Janessa grunted.

"I see. Do all females enjoy this?"

"No, very few females actually enjoy this. Janessa tried it once and discovered she liked it."

"I appeared to have failed. The Lady Masters told me to 'tap her ass'. I was confused but now I understand. I will be going now."

"Surfer," Isix whimpered. "Where are you going?"

"The Lady and I have unfinished business. I am afraid Greg will have to take up the slack."

He left and I nearly busted out laughing. Poor me, I had to endure the hunger of four women. I pounded Janessa harder and locked eyes with Shannon, Rhea and Isix. They knew what it meant. I wasn't going to rest until all of them were exhausted. That was the beginning of a very long night. As promised I left four women wrecked, loved, and sleeping in my bed.

I was in the shower when I felt the change in the air pressure as the door was opened. I heard the soft footfalls of bare feet outside the shower. I could hear her quiet yet labored breathing as she opened the shower door. She stepped in behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I shivered at how cool her flesh was. Whoever it was didn't reach out for my cock. She just placed her head on my back as I closed the shower door.

"Hello Singer, or do you prefer Voidsinger?" La Mia asked as she pressed her breasts against my lower back.

"Greg will do. I forgot you said that you would stop by. Four women will do that to you."

"No doubt and still you hunger for more. You are a male after my own heart. Tell me Greg, does she satisfy that deep need in you to punish her? Or do you hold back because you don't want to hurt her?"

"Why are you really here?"

"I want to leave you with something..."

"NO," I said halting her in mid-sentence. "Why?"

"I was born among the fallen. I never knew another life. I climbed the ranks until I received the blessing of the Eater of Souls. But you, you were born human and were manipulated into becoming J'Nai. Yet you have taken to the ways like a newborn. I envy you. When you touched my thoughts, you saw into the heart of me. I cannot abandon the Ambiguous One the same that you cannot forsake the gods that are no more. Only War and Dance survive and in the end who knows. Maybe War will grow strong enough to destroy the God/dess. A burden of greatness has been heaped upon your shoulders. In that we share a common destiny."

"The Crawling Chaos will find you and when it does the world you stand upon will become a burnt-out husk circling a dead or dying star. Its rage will be uncontained and he will make you suffer an eternity of anguish. You will be separated from your precious god. In the end, was it all worth it?"

"I could lie and say yes. While I don't fear death, I am terrified of what follows. So no, it was not worth it. In the end, I will curse everyone and everything I ever loved. Now hurt me so that I can add your name to the long litany of cruel masters I have served."

I gave her what she desired. The bruises were only the visible marks I left upon her. My fear and my hate burned her inside and out. I left her a burnt-out cinder and she thanked me. I had, in my own way, cauterized the emotional bleeding she had been suffering from. La Mia staggered from the bathroom and hobbled back to Jon's bedroom. Rhea found me sitting in the shower with freezing water pummeling my flesh. I was too numb to feel it or her gentle touch. I had done terrible things and she had been right. I would never forget our time together. While humans share things by talking about them. The J'Nai literally share the experience by remembering it while linked without another mind. Rhea wept after our sharing and held me close enduring the water for my sake.

"You granted her request." Rhea whispered. "I would have killed her. It might have been a kindness to take her life here."

Project Solaris:

The second trip through the gate was as bit anticlimactic. This time however I had not just Rhea accompanying me but Isix as well. Jon had pulled strings and gotten her a passport and American citizenship. She was thrilled to be traveling again. The flight to Florida was routine filled with emails, conference calls and tons of planning. Rhea was still recovering from our time at Windsword Manor. God's honest truth so was I. Those were memories I would hold dear for a lifetime. My attention was drawn from pleasant memories to my inbox. A portion of my emails were part of a search engine I had set up. The program would seek out any news article, blog, or video that dealt with unusual situations. The circumstances could involve anything from UFO sightings to odd natural events. There were several articles of unusual happenings worldwide. But it was the four articles about dead life stock, missing spelunkers as well as odd environmental events that caught my attention. They were all around Wyoming and near the borders of Montana and Idaho. I marked them for attention after my meetings at NASA.

The plane set down and we were greeted with an armed escort. I thought my meeting was important but not this important. Something was going on and the hierarchy at NASA hadn't let me in on it yet. I understood the whole security thing and this escort had my curiosity in overdrive. I kept it under wraps until they were ready to inform me. Rhea leaned close on the drive from the airstrip to the headquarters. We had reached a new level in our commitment to each other. Isix wore her hood and a holographic mask to hide her alien features. The mask was a parting gift from her former master.

"What do you think it is?" Rhea whispered in my ear.

"I have no idea. Isn't that great?"

"You are like a little kid." She said nuzzling my neck. "You want to open your present and see what's inside."

"What can I say. I am spoiled."

Nick gave me the gig in Washington that led to this little assignment. Of course, it also led to a growing relationship with a certain POTUS. We arrived and the level of security just reached a whole new level. What the hell was going on? We were ushered by a fully armed security force that could have belonged to a presidential escort. We were taken to a fortified office building. We entered the elevator and took it down three levels. The elevator opened and Col. Daniel Jaxx was waiting to greet us. I shook his hand and followed him to a large conference room. Seated around the large oval table were some of the finest minds NASA had in their employ. Introductions were done all around and as I shook hands I pulled up their files and skimmed them. It was an interesting mix of technicians and astrophysicists. I took my seat while Rhea and Isix took up positions in the hall.

"Well now that Greg has arrived I can tell you the reason for this emergency meeting. For those of you that haven't worked with me before my name is Professor Druas Heart. I have been working the past few years running Project Solaris." He gestured and the projectors came online. "This is an image of the original Venus probe. It was launched in 1970. Officially it was lost shortly before it was due to enter the orbit of Venus. It went off course and we lost all telemetry. We believed that it went off course or was hit by micro meteors and destroyed. We were wrong. It was August of 1973 when we received a weak signal coming from Mercury. It was the Venus probe. We reestablished communication and it began transmitting data packs back to Earth. Among those packs were images of a NSO or Near Solar Object."

Everyone around the table began murmuring. A new image was projected above the center of the table. It was difficult to make out at first. It was distorted and that is what inspired the next five missions. A new kind of probe was developed with heavy shielding and cameras able to deal with the proximity to the sun. The images slowly came into focus and when it did the room fell silent. It was a perfect circle and inside of it was what appeared to be a massive asteroid. The asteroid could only be viewed from a limited angle and there was an alien structure attached to its surface. The last Solaris mission reached the asteroid and landed on it. The images we were viewing were a short video taken late last night. The probe had deposited a satellite that it could use to relay transmissions from the asteroid to Earth.

"Greg this is where you come in. We want you to talk to Nick and see about repurposing the Ares project to land on this asteroid instead. What do you think?" Heart asked.

"Really... I believe Nick will jump through hoops to accommodate you. I will call him and make it official but I am sure he feels the same way I do."

"No," Heart replied. "There can be no calls Greg. You need to meet with him in person. We can't take the chance of this being intercepted. This project has been classified level ultra violet. No one and I mean no one can contact anyone outside this group until the President gives the all clear. Is that understood?"

There were murmurs of agreement around the table. I told them I would leave immediately. Now it all made sense. The increased security and the armed guards. I left the room as they continued discussing the details of the probe's discoveries about the composition of the asteroid. I carried a data crystal with all the pertinent data that Nick would need for changes to Ares. Rhea saw the spark in my eye and she smiled. She asked what was up and all I could say was that we were heading to Arkham. She accepted my answer and followed me to the elevator. Isix became just another shadow but her interest was as keen as Rhea's. Our plane was already refueled and the pilot ready for our flight to Massachusetts. I didn't say a word until the plane was in the air. I briefed Rhea and Isix all about the NSO and shared the images from the probe. Isix smiled and I knew that she recognized the anomaly.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It is a gift. The Anunnaki left it behind for humans to discover."

"What kind of gift?"

"It is a portal to another part of the galaxy. It is part of Earth's heritage."

She told me all about the ancient race of the Anunnaki. They seeded tens of thousands of worlds. Humans were the very last race to be seeded before they disappeared. That is why so many of the other races came here. They were curious about the possibilities of humanity. Her people, the Osirins, made it a pet project to observe the development of human society. I was stunned. I knew of the Anunnaki of course. There were plenty of memories of Steve encountering them in the distant past. They were a quiet people and had a love of their children. Humans were just the latest of the Anunnaki children. The sad truth is that many of the other races hadn't survived to become a space faring species. I feared that humanity wouldn't reach the maturity required to leave the Earth behind. There was just so much hate and fear for us to make the necessary transition. I suddenly thought, that didn't really apply to me any longer. I wasn't human any more. A part of me was saddened but a larger part of me was relieved. My genetic heritage could be traced along an entirely different path now. My task was clear though. I wanted and needed to help shape a future where the pettiness and anger can be left behind. I saw humans as snakes shedding the old skin and coming out healthy, new and eager for a fresh start. It wouldn't happen overnight but the optimist in me hoped it could happen.

Nick was on board his superyacht the Numenor. We transferred aircraft in Arkham. The three of us were now in a helicopter racing over the ocean towards the battleship sized luxury vessel. I had seen the uncensored specs on the Numenor and she was the pinnacle of nautical engineering. Because she was outfitted with two fusion reactors she never needed to stop for refueling. She could literally go on indefinitely. Her only limitations were the crew and its necessities. They did need to stop for food, drink and miscellaneous staples. Water desalinization was old tech for Nick. He had made his impact upon drought ridden areas of the world by providing a steady stream of drinking water. His company had built and provided for low cost desalinization plants worldwide. That alone had placed him in the history books as a humanitarian. He used his wealth like a freaking scalpel. He cut right to the point and armed certain plants with cutting edge weaponry to keep warlords from seizing those plants for their own ends. He was the darling with the UN and a dozen humanitarian aid organizations. Unlike other groups that begged for donations and provided little actual aid. Nick's kinder side, a group called Palm, provided help at no cost to nations and areas devastated by natural disasters. His open hand policy has been regarded as the model for nonprofit humanitarian aid.

I pointed to the ship as it appeared below us. Rhea seemed nonplussed and I remembered she had been working for Nick longer than I had. Isix pressed her face close so she could see the massive ship. This was my first visit to the yacht while it could have been Rhea's twentieth. The helicopter set down smoothly on the helipad. We were greeted by Rhea's opposite number Nick's personal bodyguard Akira Kusanagi. She was as lovely as she was deadly. She informed us that Nick was training and would be available by lunchtime. I felt a series of surges of energy coming from the far end of the ship. I was about the ask Rhea when she touched my thoughts and shared one word, Chi. Nick was a student of Dragon Chi. He was learning how to harness his life force and use it in combat situations. Akira guided us to the observation deck and raised an eyebrow as she pondered whether it was polite to question me.

"It's okay to ask." I said and she bowed in thanks.

"Thank you, Robinson-san," she replied. "I couldn't help but notice what a large Hara you possess."