Prisoner of the Tookees Pt. 03

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"Six!" ... Another lash across the ass, this time from the opposite direction so that tips of the leather strands stung the front of her left hip.

"Seven!" The whip struck on the right side of her ribcage just under her armpit and wrapped around to the front.

"Eight!" The whip struck on the left side of her ribcage, just under her armpit and wrapped around to the front.

"Nine!" This time, the whip came up between her legs. Zelco stopped the upward motion just before the handle reached her ass crack, causing the strands to wrap up between her legs, divide around the stone phallus and slam into her cunt. It may or may not have actually rung the bell between her legs. It would have been impossible to hear it anyway above her scream of pain.

"Rest!" Zelco and the other seven men held their arms to their sides, letting the whips dangle on the ground. Mousey was breathing harshly. Several of the other girls were moaning in pain. Kalina was also moaning, but it did not sound like a cry of pain. She was, as Mousey had already suspected, a true nymphomaniac painslut who received sexual pleasure from what others would consider pain.

After a few moments, Zelco again gave the command of "Whips up!" and everything started again. Mousey now knew where each stroke of the whip would strike. She concentrated on accepting the pain... on becoming one with the pain... on turning the pain into pleasure.

The pain did not become pleasure, but the stone phallus between her legs began to warm. It almost felt like the stone prick was growing within her. She could feel energy flowing from the pillar into her body. Something was building within her almost like an orgasm. It wasn't an orgasm of pleasure. It was an orgasm of pain.

"Seven!" How could that be? What happened to one through six? The leather slammed into her side and front.

"Eight!" The blow did not register as much as the knowledge of what came next.

"Nine!" Mousey could feel the vibrations in her throat, but it was so loud with all eight women yelling out at the same time that she couldn't hear herself scream.

She hung slack in her bonds, unable to move anything except her hips which she was moving in small circles so that her sex wobbled on the carved stone prick.

"Eight!" Were they back at eight again? How many times had they done this?

"Nine!" She could tell that her scream was different this time. It wasn't as shrill and it seemed to be more of a moan of passion rather than a cry of pain.

"Nine!" What happened to one through eight! Things were blurred in her mind.

"Nine!" There was a raging fire between her legs.

"Finish!" Zelco seemed to go wild with his whip, striking everywhere on her body, but managing to put every other stroke up between her legs. Mousey was now grunting with each blow until Zelco called out "Last one!" and brought one last stroke up between her legs.

The fire flashed throughout her body and then seemed to pull back into her cunt and go out of her body through the stone prick.

As she stood panting heavily, she looked around the circle at the other girls. All had obviously just experienced intense orgasms. Six of them were standing like Mousey panting heavily. Kalina was hanging almost senseless. Obviously, it had not worked. Kalina may or may not have had a pain orgasm, but she could not create the spark. They were doomed.

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Mousey stood slowly regaining her breath and trying to decide if it would be better to die with the rest of the crew or live as a slave of the cruel Zelco. It was very quiet in the great domed room. The only noise was Kalina crying softly and repeating over and over, "I'm sorry, my love. I protected you from this, but we will die together."

Mousey's head snapped up and she said softly to herself, "She loves Coleen? She has been acting out of love for Coleen?"

A new spark went through her body as the full contents of Coleen's service records raced through her mind. She repeated loudly, her voice surprising everyone as she yelled, "Ensign Kalina Kolly loves the Ghost!"

Looking frantically around she then screamed out even louder, "Mufah Manu! Mufah Manu, where are you?! I know why this didn't work and I know how to make it work. The Mufah Taluh Manu is on that spaceship!"

Zelco snapped the whip across her ass and said, "Shut up, slut!" but Mufah Manu, who was now standing in front of her, said sternly, "Stand down, commander!" Looking directly in Mousey's eyes, he said, "Tell me."

"Your... sister... is on the Marauder," Mousey began. "Her name is Coleen. Everyone calls her 'Ghost' because she's an albino. Her service records list her father as M. Taluh."

Mufah Manu was now listening intently.

"Ensign Kalina Kolly is not a sniffer- she doesn't have the sweet smell of a woman who has the spark. She smelled like that because her roommate... her lover... Coleen was in the room and they had been having sex. Out of her love for Coleen, she hid her under the bed and went willingly with the boarding party. She has endured all of this out of her love for the Ghost."

Mufah Manu looked overwhelmed. He said slowly, "the Manu will appear out of the pain of her lover..." He looked intently back and forth between Kalina and Mousey and said, "Will she be willing to couple with the trigger stone?"

Kalina struggled to raise her head and answered slowly, "To save everyone on the ship, I think so."

Mufah Manu looked over Mousey's shoulder and said to Zelco, "Bring this woman Coleen. She should be easy to find by her smell and the fact that she is a ghost."

Zelco stomped one foot on the ground, which was evidently some sort of salute, and said, "As you command, sir."

As Zelco hurried off, the Mufah laughed slightly and said, "He is afraid that this woman might actually be the Mufah Taluh Manu. That would make her Queen and would make me her Major Domo."

He turned slowly around, addressing the men who had been wielding the whips. "Keep the women in place," he said firmly, "but do not whip them or play with them."

He remained standing in front of Mousey until Zelco returned with Coleen. She looked a little woozy, but became very awake and aware as she saw eight of her crewmates hanging in naked "X"s.

"What is going on?" she said nervously.

"Your father was a Mufah, wasn't he?" Mousey asked quickly.

Coleen remained silent. Looking around. Mousey continued, "He was Mufah Taluh and he taught you everything about being a Mufah."

"How do you know about that?" Coleen asked quietly.

"I am Mufah Manu," the Mufah said softly. "I am your brother... step brother. Do you know the story of the Mufah Taluh Manu?"

"Yes," Coleen said slowly, "I have heard the stories. They are legends, like many from my father's planet."

"Short version," Mousey cut in. "You are on your father's planet. We sniffers carry something that reacts with something in the Tookees cum... and in these weird stone pricks. When it reacts, the planet changes state and releases the ships they have captured. It takes eight sniffers to make it work, but Kalina took your place and everyone is going to die because the ship is trapped. The only way to make it work now is for you to fuck that giant pillar in the center of this circle."

"While the eight in the focus circle fuck their pillars," Mufah Manu added quickly. "If you all climax at the same time, the spark should ignite the power in the trigger stone."

"How do I get up there?" Coleen asked.

"First you get naked," Mousey said quickly.

"There are rungs on the back side," Mufah Manu said, pointing up at the pillar, "and once you get up there, there is a grab wire to help stabilize you, but there is nothing to support you except the tip of the pillar itself."

"I will save you, my love," Coleen said to Kalina as she entered the circle, shed her clothing, and walked toward the trigger pillar.

As she climbed the pillar, she said loudly. "My father told me all the stories and the secret science behind the stories. But even he could not explain what he called the Ka Al effect except that it released a tremendous amount of energy."

She looked down at Kalina and said, "My love, if I don't totally impale myself on this stone needle... or explode... I will claim my rightful position as Queen of the Tookees. Will you rule with me and, hopefully, find a way to return this planet to the normal plane of existence?"

"Yes, my love," Kalina called back.

Mousey felt a spark between her legs. The stone prick seemed to have responded to Kalina's answer. Or more likely, it was the Ghost who was now climbing naked up the side of the trigger pillar who provided the energy.

When she got to the top of the ladder, Coleen... Mufah Taluh Manu... Ghost was still at least two meters short of the very top of the pillar. She reached above her head for a trapeze-like bar which hung from a single cable like the tow rope used to pull skiers on the waters of the ancient home world. It stretched slightly or possibly unrolled slightly as she pulled on it. Obviously it was not intended to support her weight. It would provide balance, but would not hold her above the blunt point of the trigger pillar when she finally reached the top.

She searched for some way to climb the final portion of the pillar. There were footholds on either side of the pillar. They weren't much more than ripples on the stone surface and from the floor had appeared to be decorative bumps on the tapered surface, but they were all she had. Ghost carefully moved her right foot over from the last step of the ladder to the lowest foothold. She smiled slightly and breathed a sigh of relief when her bare foot was able to hold in place. Unlike the highly-polished pillar itself, the top surface of the bump was rough. These were intended to be footholds for the rest of her climb.

Pulling down very carefully on the balance cable, she swung her left foot over to the corresponding foothold on the other side of the pillar.

There were seven more footholds to the top of the pillar, each about a half meter apart. She carefully raised her right leg and placed her foot on the next foothold. As she did so, she felt a slight tug on the balance cable. Evidently there was some sort of mechanism that was winding up the cable as she climbed. Keeping one hand on the balance cable and clutching the ever-narrowing pillar with her other hand, she shifted her weight and brought her left foot up to the next foothold.

The exhilaration of making that dangerous transition... and not falling... seemed to be more than just joyous. A sudden twinge in her belly and a flash of warmth between her legs told her than it was having an effect on her sex. She stood relaxing for a moment and thinking about what had just happened. Was it because her actions had flashed her cunt to the crowds now gathered below? Was it because she was so close to fucking herself with this giant stone phallus? Or was it because she was one step closer to saving her beloved Kalina? Maybe it was all three.

Ghost took a deep breath and raised her right foot to the next foothold. As before, the balance cable moved up with her. And as before, as she raised her left foot up to the same level, a flash of warmth seemed to start between her legs and flow out to her entire body.

The next step was slightly easier. It was still the same distance to the previous foothold, but the column was much narrower so it was easier to lift her leg. Again the cable rose with her and again the warmth entered her cunt and flowed throughout her body as she brought her left foot up to the corresponding foothold.

By the time she reached the top foothold, she was panting heavily. Part of her heavy breathing was caused by the exertion of the climb, but most of it was in response to the fire that was now burning in her crotch. The last footholds positioned her so that the tip of the pillar was almost exactly even with her belly button. There was no way she would be able to just lean forward and position herself over the intricately carved penis which sat on the very tip of the pillar. She would have to swing one leg up, hop upward, and impale herself on the stone prick.

She wasn't sure if she would be physically able to do that, but as she swung her leg, the balance cable once more pulled her upward slightly and she found herself perched obscenely over the phallus like a jockey swinging into the saddle.

The stone penis slid easily into her cunt and the fire within her became an inferno. She pressed wildly with her legs trying to lift herself up and off of the white hot phallus that was now between her legs. She screamed in pain... and in passion... and in despair. How would she ever survive this?

Many meters below her, the eight women also screamed. The heat between their legs was not quite the inferno which Ghost was feeling, but it was still more than anything Zelco and his men had stirred within them. The heat flowed out from the stone pricks buried in their cunts and filled their entire bodies. It was sexual pleasure beyond anything they- or anyone- could endure. All eight, this time including Kalina, tilted their heads back and screamed themselves hoarse. Then, as if a switch were thrown, the Ghost, and all eight women slumped unconscious.

Ghost was vaguely aware that she was now gripping the balance cable with both hands and it was lifting her up off the trigger pillar. Then it felt as if she were falling, but everything seemed to be in slow motion. It wasn't until her feet touched the stone floor of the great domed room that she realized the balance cable to which she was clinging had unwound and deposited her in the center of the focus circle at the base of the pillar.

She looked around groggily at the women restrained in the doorways. "Release them!" she said firmly. Her voice sounded strange in her ears. It was louder and more forceful than it had ever been before.

Zelco and his guards rushed forward and began unwinding the restraints from the women's wrists and ankles. Kalina walked slowly over to Ghost and wrapped her arms around her. Mousey and the other six sniffers stood in a small circle nearby.

"What happened?" Mousey asked.

"The Marauder has been released," Mufah Manu said with a smile. "The distress beacon is activated. They will soon be rescued."

"You must go to them and explain what has happened," Ghost said forcefully, pointing to Herana. "The captain will understand. If he were a woman, he would be a sniffer."

Turning to Zelco she said, "I know you took all the fighters and transports off of the Marauder." She paused and then said, "You always do."

Looking back at Herana she said, "But it is time to stop being space pirates and start being a trading partner to the galaxy. Take one of the transports so you can return the other sniffers. Tell them that we will trade for the Meridium dust as we have in the past, but will no longer take it from ships that cross our path. We no longer have to hide where the dust is truly coming from."

Turning to Mousey, she said, "Organize the sniffers. You will no longer be needed to sniff out Tookees who might be among you. We will no longer be your enemies. If any leaders or scientists want to visit Meridius, they merely need to cross our path in a ship with Meridium aboard. But they must make sure that they have at least eight sniffers aboard so that we can release them when their visit is through."

"Now that we know what is happening," Mousey said, "perhaps the scientists can develop a way to shift the state of the planet without having to fuck eight sniffers almost senseless." She smiled and then added, "But there is a lot to be said for the old ways."

They stood softly smiling at each for a moment or two. Then Ghost put her right arm across her chest and said loudly, "Live well and fly high, Commander LaBlaunche."

Mousey responded with a similar salute and the words, "Rule well and fly high, Mufah Taluh Manu, Queen of the Tookees."

She then said, "Until we meet again," and turned to join the others walking behind the blond-haired pilot who would take them back to the Marauder.

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