The Rescued
Copyright© 2007 by Itemreader
Chapter 7: Day 1, continued
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7: Day 1, continued - Steve Miller awakens in strange circumstances, and starts a journey beyond his wildest imaginings. Note, I've added a Cast List but it has spoilers for the story, so skip it unless you don't like surprises. Nota Bene: The MM code is for explicit action in Chapter 63 and later, and implicit acts a bit eariler in the story.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Science Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Rough Light Bond Humiliation Gang Bang Interracial Oral Sex Anal Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
When Steve got back to the living area, he found Mary, Danielle, Yoshi, Moesha, and Abema sitting around one of the small tables, with an assortment of snacks laid out before them.
"Good afternoon, ladies," he said as he approached. "Can I join you?"
"Of course, Steve," said Moesha. "We were just talking about you."
"Should I be worried?" he asked. "Are you plotting against me, again?"
"Not plotting, exactly. Planning, perhaps," Mary said, taking up the thread of the conversation. "We were asking Moesha and Abema about themselves, their interests, how they felt about having sex with you; nothing of any importance."
Steve rolled his eyes. This was another conversation he wasn't going to enjoy. Eventually, he supposed he'd get used to the teasing. "I see. And have you reached any interesting conclusions as a result of this conversation?"
Moesha spoke up. "I'd rather discuss it with you privately. Can we go to my room?"
Steve looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Certainly."
There was a bit of snickering behind them as they left. Steve ignored it as best he could; he was following Moesha (and trying not to be obvious about enjoying the view) so he couldn't tell what she thought.
They entered Moesha's room, and Steve sat down at one end of the small couch, next to a small chair. It was an all-to-obvious invitation for Moesha to declare her intentions without having to say anything. She could join him on the couch to invite intimacy or sit in the chair to establish distance. When she chose the latter, Steve wasn't surprised.
"I've been torn about this since you talked about children. I'm not a bigot, really, but I want a black father for my kids. But no matter how I tell myself that it's OK to want that, it just doesn't sit right. And there's the chance that our so-called hosts will keep us isolated until you've bred us all. And there's the fact that I'm really horny right now, and that thing between my legs doesn't care what color your cock is, and that all of your wives talk about how wonderful you are in bed. I'm just completely confused."
"Before I say anything else, I want to repeat what I said yesterday to all of you. I'm willing to have kids with any and all of you, but I don't intend to force anyone, or let anyone else force someone. The master/slave thing I'm doing with Nytoya notwithstanding, I'm not going to knock her up without her consent.
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