Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2003 15:30:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Auby Haley <daxue12000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Union of Two Species - Cphter 4

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Main Characters (Major characters will be added as the story unfolds.):

Jas Murdock

Computer

Adam


Minor Character (Minor characters will be added as the story unfolds.):

Elder NaBee


Union of Two Species

Chapter Four

Into The Fire


As the door shut the meager light in the cell winked out leaving me in
darkness. I heard the unmistakable sound of metal as the door lock
bolted preventing me from opening the door and escaping. Computer, my
only companion did not tick through the earpiece I wore in my left ear.
I glanced at my left arm seeing Computer was radiating its dull sliver
sheen, its sensors indicating no unusual abnormalities. It was waiting
for a command.

I was alone locked in a cell deep inside the Goth pod. I felt my mental
defenses activate. My mind was racing with questions I had no answers
to. Why did Elder NaBee suddenly leave inside a locked cell? Had I been
deceived by the gentle caring nature of the Elder? What did I sense that
caused a defensive posture? What in the name of the Mother of Vega was
going on?

"Computer.... Computer?" There was no reply. I again looked in the
direction of my arm and the wristband still gave off its extremely dim
glow. The battery pack I was wearing was still energized so I believed
Computer was operational.

Someone or something was preventing me from communicating with Computer.
What technology enabled the Goth to accomplish that feat?

Slowly my eyes began to adjust to the darkness to the point I could just
make out the ghostly form of the bed against the wall. Judging distance
in the dark wasn't one of my better abilities. I made a few tentative
steps forward afraid I would crash into it. After carefully reaching the
bed I sat down. The bed was more comfortable than the one I had
previously used. That thought, however, didn't make me fell any better
as I began a lonely vigil in the dark.

When I left Patty's I knew I could trust no one. I let my guard down in
trusting the Elder by deactivating the pribubble. Now I was paying for
it. Without Computer I was totally on my own. There was nothing I could
do, but wait to see what would happen next.

****

Pop.

The dream.

The dream I was having was all too familiar. It always started with a
`pop' followed by the illumination of a minute light, much like a
distant star in the night sky obscured by a thin film of clouds. As the
star twinkled in my mind, I concentrated on it. The star, brighten and
grew with each passing tick. In the darker recesses of my mind something
coached me into a state of sleep that allowed me to follow the random
sequences of the dream. I couldn't consciously direct it but I could
interact with it.

I was alone, lying on my back on a hillside among the soft yellow and red
threadlike leaves of Vegan meadow grass. The sound of running water
gargled softly in the vicinity, but I didn't know the source. I didn't
know this meadow. Panic briefly clutched my heart as I realized I wore
no plazsuit. The plazsuit is worn head to toe protecting against the
ever-present acid prevalent on Vega.

I was naked nothing between me and the nitric acid that filled each
minute tube bundled in the slim threads of the meadow grass. There was
no burning as my body pressed the acid out of the threads onto my skin.
Nothing filtered the acid out of the air as breath came easily. Nothing
protected my eyes. Absent was the euphoria as the nitrogen was absorbed
into the bloodstream.

Only Goths were immune to effects of the nitrogen so prevalent on Vega.

****

Again, a `pop,' and the dream shifted and I was no longer in the
meadow. From somewhere a voice, carried on a slight breeze, whispered my
name and then was gone.

Now, I'm sitting in a classroom inside the Governor's palace. In front
of me stood my teacher, my mentor, and the old Master. His long gray
hair matted against his head. His skin, red and withered from years of
neglect and living without the aid of a plazsuit.

Listening to the Master ramble about the Goths, their history, their
intrinsic value in the co-evolution of human-like creatures discovered
throughout the Milky Way and the Centauri galaxies I noticed that he was
avoiding an area of theology that would possibly explain the similarities
between Humans and Goths.

It was an accepted idea that a master race, had eons long past, spread
through the two explored galaxies depositing in their passing, sentient
intelligence that would over time give rise to beings that in turn would
follow the primal race. Unknowingly tracing the master race and would
eventually stumble upon the others left in their wake.

If the Goth and Humans were of that race, which spread through the known
Universe, were we not brothers? That given each planet circumstances,
would not each deposit evolve differently? Not the same but still the
same. Did not the teaching of the Church run counter to the established
acceptance of evolution of humans and their brethren found throughout the
stars? Was this another reason for the schism between Vega and The
United Nations of Planets?

It was these observations and the desire to break the monotonous dialogue
of the Master that I shifted my seated position and raise my head. This
allowed me to make eye contact if the Master glanced my way. Rarely did
a novice dare draw attention to himself. It was a brazen act. It had
happened in the past and the result had been dire. The Master,
challenged in this matter had caused quick and fierce punishment on the
guilty apprentice. The offending student was allowed to stand in for the
mark when the group practiced the mind intervention exercises. The
result of seven inexperienced learners ended with the offender being
carried to the infirmary. As she left the field her body lost control
over its basic functions. Her mind had muddled, devoid of self, leaving
the body an empty shell waiting for reinstallation.

With this I mind I waited for eye contact with the old man. Nitric ice
droplets would melt if my fear of the Master could be harnessed. I was
bold. Boredom played an essential role in my boldness. Still, what I
wanted to ask was important to my understanding of Human/Goth relations.

It was no video-graphic moment when the gray eyes of the Master settled
on my upraised attraction. I could feel my will melt as he halted the
lecture turning his full attention to what now I thought was a foolish
indiscretion born from boredom. His eyes sparkled for a moment looking
more human. Then as fast they clouded returning to their normal dullness
caused by contact with the acid in the air.

The six remaining students looked up at the Master. I couldn't see
their eyes behind the safety goggles they wore but I knew their eyes had
followed the Master's. Their attention had turned to me. Inside their
plazsuits their faces would be masked in a blank expression waiting
passively for the Mater to announce that I would be his choice to stand
as the mark for the mental exercise that would follow the lecture.

"Novice Jas," the Master spoke quietly. "You have a question."

"Yes, Master," I replied, my voice faltering. The boldness I felt
earlier melted away. I wasn't sure my question's important now.
Unable to speak I continued to look at the Master.

"You would like to ask about the nature of the Goth and the Human." As
he made the statement, I noticed that his eyes drift over the novices
without giving a sign that he was distressed by the interruption. He was
careful in his voice even. His posture remained the same waiting for my
question. It did not go unnoticed by the other novices as he waited for
me to draw up the courage to continue.

"Ma... Master," I stuttered. My fear, of the Master, was interwoven
with respect kept me from meeting his eyes again, which I knew were
trained on me. "Master, forgive me. The lesson that you are teaching
has brought several questions to mind."

"Yes, novice."

"You say that Humans and Goths are both of the fathering race. If that
so, is it possible Humans and Goth to merge?"

"It is not written."

"Master, humans and Goths are so similar. The only way to tell the
difference is that Goth must avoid the sun and need living blood to
sustain live. If there is no other physical difference then it should be
possible.

"It is not written."

There was a hesitation when he answered. With his eyes still trained on
me I knew Master was not being forthright in his answer. Starting to ask
another question I felt the tickle of a strong empathic stroke of my
medulla. Knowing immediately I should not pursue the issue. While he
had given no visible indication that my interruption had caused him anger
I knew that he was giving me a silent warning that some questions were
better left unasked. I lowered my position bowing my head and returning
to learning posture waiting for the lecture to resume. Hoping that my
questioning had not cause him to single me out for special instruction.

Pop.

The dream ended and I could sense while sleeping that I was in real
tick. I was still locked alone in the cell deep within the Goth pod and
could sense no change within the room. Deep in the substantia nigra of
my brain there was another spark. My body began to shake uncontrollably
bringing me out of my sleep. I concentrated on the region to control the
shaking as the spark began to expand. I was under attack. Even without
Computer, I knew what needed to occur. The attacker, his signature I
recognized, had left his mark before. Fall back. Fall back and control
the shaking. Let the spark grow.

Adam was in my mind and had caught it off guard. All my mental defenses
kicked in. The medulla oblongata shifted its electrical output as my
memory center began to shut down, to protect it from intrusion. The
transformation from secured neglect to active combat was smooth, as the
Master had taught. As the spark blazed brighter attempting to travel the
neural net of my brain my defenses threw up shields that reflected the
light back on to itself. The shaking ceased. The ease of blocking the
attack told my conscious mind that it was a third level attempt to
compromise my defense. This type of attack left open Adam to the
counterattack that I was preparing. If successful it would leave his
defenses useless allowing me to raid each region of his mind if I chose.
Leaving him helpless allowing me to have my way with his mind and his
body. It was his body that I wanted to test, tease, the desire to have
him embolden me as I prepared to retaliate his feeble intrusion. Tasting
his succulent fluid was high on my list. To dominate Adam, showing I was
a Master, was paramount, the lessons taught by Master spoke that Humans
must demonstrate superiority. If not Humans would be nothing more than a
tasty succulent. A Goth could easily drain Humans of his emotions, his
life energy, or become a bleeder. Always near death but not allowed to
die. Always feeding the Goth who held sway over his life.

The need to prove dominance readied me. Fear was not a factor. My
desire to feed on Adam's essence was paramount. My survival was what
important.

The mirrored blocks I used, reflected Adam's invasion deeper into my
mind. Drawing him faster inside while I manipulated the direction of his
movement. Misdirection was a simple mind trick. Letting him believe he
held the advantage. Waiting for him to firmly establish the conduit in
his attempt to take control of my mind. Waiting to use Adam's own
energy probe against him.

Because I retreated quickly Adam established a weak link inside my mind.
He began drawing energy from me. He was hungry, too hungry. I sensed
his enjoyment as he fed. He lost himself in a feeding frenzy.

Once lost, his weak hold faltered and I slipped inside his mind, emitting
a smooth brush-like stroke mimicking his electrical impulses and gently
probed his outer cortex. Stealth like I moved deeper towards my
objective where I would strike back. His emotional center buried deep in
his cortex was just within my grasps. Slowly I began shunting indirect
electrical charges to his medulla and hippocampus. Pushing deeper, I
increased my electrical output feeling the tickle as my medulla increased
its chemical/electrical output, outmatching Adam's. I was careful,
subconsciously altering my flow to match his as I pushed the last
distance to seize control of his mind. Once buried in the growing chaos
of his mental abilities I would attack like a savage tazdog rutting
through garbage looking for a meal after mating.

Adam must have sense danger as he paused and started to withdraw. This
was a mistake according Master's teachings. Adam should have drawn
strength from within or from Vega and pressed his advantage. Master
taught planet Vega generated psychic energy. Energy when tapped enabled
symbiotic sharing between the psychic Goth, their blood drinking
brethren, and Vega. It was from this Vegan psychic energy that I drew
strength for my final push. What I wanted would not elude me as I pushed
the remaining white light out of my mind back into the neural net of my
opponent. As I did I stepped through the portal into chaos noting that
Adam's defenses faltered as I turn his blinding white light on him.
There were no longer any shades of gray in Adam's mind. Light was
illuminating the darkness of his mind as I focused my energy on the
region of his mind that controlled his libido. As the light surrounded
the region I felt a surge of energy from Adam as his body reacted to the
stimulation. I could feel the heat rising off his body as he yielded to
the stimulations and crumbled to the floor of his cell.

Somehow I knew that Adam was near. He was here. Here in the same pod I
was in. Where I didn't know but I knew. The desire that Computer had
checked earlier I disregarded. I sense him faltering. I painted the
image of my desires feeling his body tighten, as he laid still, his
muscular arms and lean powerful athletic legs spread open as he gave
himself to the sensations I started sending through his body. His
breathing became shallow devolving into faint audible mutterings. I felt
his body tighten further when I made final contact.



Mentally, I moved my hands up placing them on his chest. I could see it
expand as I began touching every part of his chest and the sides. The
feel of his warm, smooth skin made me moan for an instant. I leaned
forward as I rubbed his chest and breathed in the smell of his skin. It
smelled warm, and slightly perfumed like he had rubbed the spores of
meadow grass on it.

We were together in bed back at Patty's, Computer giving a soft tick,
which was barely audible. We had both stripped and I was gazing at
Adam's as he lay next to me. His long blond hair framing his face as it
fanned over his shoulders. His closed emerald eyes would twitch as his
head rocked back and forth as I lightly began to lick a tail from his
neck to his nipples, stopping to carefully nibble each one until they
were hard pointing upward. Adam groaned as he enjoyed the sensation as I
gently lapped at them like a tazcat licking its fur. He lifted his
midsection and ass up off the bed for an instance. I ran my hands up
inside his strong legs, almost touching his balls.

In my mind, I could hear him asking for more but I had other things on my
mind. I began to slowly move down, my tongue making a wet trail between
his broad pectorals down his stomach. I ran my tongue around both
bellybuttons. I noticed that unlike humans he had no trail of hair
extending down to his groin area. In fact, he had no body hair expect
the golden hair that covered his head. I leaned up and looked up at
him. His expression was mirthful responding to my stimulus. Stealing a
quick glance at his waiting cock, it looked magnificent; I put saliva on
an index finger then spread it over his right nipple as I my tongue
downward. Without pubic hair it looked more massive than it really was.
There a slight curve to his tool where it rose out of his crotch and it
caused his cock to pressed slightly against his lower abdomen. He tensed
up, taking a deep breath as I blew a cool breath of air over its head. I
smile up at him. Then gingerly, I used my tongue to lap at the large drop
of precum he produced before blowing air across the head again. I
repeated this until I saw his ball sac begin to pull upward to the base
of his cock that lay pointing to his stomach ending just under his belly
buttons. Leaning forward I blew a soft stream or air up and down the
length of his shaft.

I let Adam relax. He still said nothing as he pulled back from a
climax. He did however put his hand on my head to pushed me back to his
waiting member. I knew what he wanted. As I neared his cock inside my
head I heard one word, `Please.' I looked at his cock, it was not
overly veined, and it lay against him, almost painfully erect. I ran two
fingers lightly down its length, and as I gently wrapped them around the
base of his cock, I blew once again across the head. I opened my mouth
and lay the head on my tongue. Adam moaned and his hips thrust upward
off the bed, trying to press his cock into my mouth. I kept a solid hold
on his cock. In my hand it was like a rod of blue steel.

I moved around and gently moved Adam's legs apart and knelt between them
leaning over I pulled his cock to my mouth taking in the head as I closed
my lips around it. As I starting down, I swirled my tongue over the
head. As I continued moving downward I rasped my tongue on the sensitive
underside of the head until my lips met the cocks base and my rested
against his body. Fighting out the urge to gag, with the cock nestled in
my throat I started to message the head with my throat muscles.

I looked up at his face and wasn't surprised to see a look of need and
pure lust.

Through our shared mind link I asked, "Do you want me to do this?"

Adam moaned and thrust his hips up, trying to get his cock deeper, but I
pulled my head back preventing him.

"Is this what you want, Adam?"

Adam nodded.

"Is this what you have been seeking?"

Again he nodded, as he began running one hand through my hair. With the
other he grasped for my shoulder.

"Please. I need you to suck me." He spoke to me in my mind.

With my eyes I smiled and used my tongue to bath his cock from its base
to its head, then swirled it around the head a few times. I started to
piston up and down using my lips to hold it inside my warm mouth. Adam
kept his hand on my head to help as his hips matched my movement. I
altered the speed as I sucked him and he would alter his thrusts to
mine. I continued to suck his cock, running my tongue around the head,
and occasionally twisted my motion to compliment the up and down
movement.

Adam began to ooze pre-cum, his breathing deeper and more ragged. He
began to moan audibly and directly into my mind as the varied sensation
began to overwhelm him. He raised his leg slightly, enough to open a
wider space between his ass cheeks. I took it as a sign to further
stimulate him as I began to message his rosebud. While caressing it I
began to suck him harder until I felt his cock thicken slightly as he
approached orgasm. I began to roll his testicles with my free hand
pushing him closer to the edge.

As I offered more pressure on his rosebud, Adam's thrusts helped to draw
my finger into his anal canal. I was surprised his body provided a
natural lubrication allowing my finger to slip in without causing
discomfort. Far from it, Adam's body reacted with increase lust as I
felt his sphincter tighten around it.

In my mind I heard him, "Put another finger in."

I felt his quick intakes of breath as bursts of pleasure raced up and
down his body. Adding a second finger proved as easy as the first.
Using both, I began to slow swirling motion. I must have located his
prostate, since he produced more pre-cum and he began to thrash wildly.
I had difficulty keeping his cock in my mouth as the stimulations started
to overwhelm him.

His ass was grinding onto my fingers as I added a third finger. Using
all three fingers independently, I began to prod his prostate, each
finger applying a different amount of pressure. Adam's body bowed
several times and I thought he was going to cum but he didn't. His
sphincter went through several spasms around my fingers and a loud
guttural moan screamed in my mind. His eyes flew open and glowed a deep
emerald green before rolling upward until the only thing I could see was
the ghostly white eyeball. Then he closed his eyes as he continued to
thrust into my mouth.

With another moan his body tensed up, arching his body, his ass clamping
tight around my fingers like a vise until they hurt, every muscle of his
body went rigid as the first wave of his orgasm shuttered through him.

Adam spread his arms out to both sides of the bed then he gripped the
sheet covering the bed, seemingly steadying himself before the next wave
of pleasure raced through is toned body.

As the second wave struck he began to fill my mouth with volumes of cum.
Each time he released I swallowed until his cum started escaping pass my
lips I couldn't trap it all. After the sixth orgasmic pulse, his ass
released my fingers; he relaxed back on the bed but didn't release his
hold on the bed cloths.

I watch him slowly relax. I smile at him as I crawled up the bed and
then I softly pressed my lips to his. His lips parted, at first his
tongue hesitated, I felt his tongue enter my mouth, sampling his own cum.

I pulled back slightly from control and breathed a sigh of relief which
held together a mixture of awe and dread at what had just finished
happening. I had never before completely taken control of another's
mind. During training at the hands of the Master, he always manipulated
the exercise keeping us novices from accomplishing the task. Even during
punishment Master controlled the outcome. Now I had the control of
another knowing I could cause it to do anything I wanted.

The experience left me somewhat shaken from the experience but I could
feel myself growing stronger draining the life force from Adam. I also
knew that the event had caused me to have an orgasm. Cum covered the
inside of my palzsuit in the groin area and its stickiness didn't help
the tight fitting suits comfort. I knew that I would have to get out of
it soon or it would be glued to me. The idea of pealing off the suit and
pulling out pubic hair didn't appeal to me.

The feeling of restoration began to soar like afterglow. I could sense
that Adam's life was nearing and end. I could barely sense any emotion
or memories. What energy he had left was in a losing battle in an
attempt to maintain basic bodily functions. Keeping his heart working
and minimal brain activity. His other functions had begun to shut down.

I was starting to revel in my first taste of complete victory over a Goth
when the door of my cell flew open followed by blinding light from the
hall. Elder NaBee rushed in, terror filled his eyes. He was screaming
inside my mind but I couldn't understand what he was trying to
communicate. Still to deep inside Adam's mind, my training was not
about to release my control until the last electrical discharge of his
was absorbed by my mind.

While Elder was shaking me it took me a moment to notice that Computer
was back online and in its voice began to draw me back into myself.

"Jas."

Pause.

"Jas."

Each time Computer said my name it was louder and more insistent. Tick
and tick again Computer called as the last door to Adam's mind closed.
I could feel his life force attempt to become stronger but it was failing
I had sucked away too much. Adam was dieing. A smile grew across my
face inside the plazsuit.

Still Computer called me. I didn't answer. The shaking from the Elder
was becoming violent. With more strength than I knew I had, I flung him
off me. He fell against the opposite wall in a heap. Jumping after him,
I stood over him building a conduit into his mind readying an attack. In
the distance I could hear other Goths running through the corridors
leading them to my cell. At last I could understand what the Elder was
attempting to communicate.

As he laid against the wall he ways repeating, "You must not allow him
to die."


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Sorry for the delay in getting this installment posted. There was a
death in the family, then a nasty virus in the computer and other things
along the way that I wont bore you with.

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