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Subject: Journal Entry 210 / 0671 [ Kathy's Tattoo ]
Date: 3 Apr 1996 13:18:42 GMT
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Noren, Yavar 15, 0671
I was bent over my workbench, diligently trying to get the
macro- engineered parts of the food processor working. Not that I
felt we needed it, mind you; Pan and P'nyssa were doing more than
their fair share of work keeping us fed, but it would be nice to
have an additional source of food, especially something
programmable. Okay, there is something visceral in eating food
you've killed yourself, but I wanted other things as well. Like
caffeine.
I heard the door to the repair and maintenance center open, and
I judged from the pattern and weight of footfalls that it was
probably Kathy. As she walked closer her scent rolled over me, and
my judgement was confirmed. She walked up behind me and put her
hand on my shoulder.
I whirled, grabbing her hand and in one sweeping motion picking
up the other as well, hoisted them up over head and leaned her
against the back wall of the room. She whimpered slightly and I
smiled, leaning down and over to kiss her neck, when she said
something. Something I'd never heard her say before, something
shocking, and it stopped me in my tracks.
Our safeword.
I released her hands. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked.
"I... I can't, Ken. Not now." She smiled a weak smile. "You
know, when we... play at our little games, well.. you remember how
I was in the beginning. We started this because it made me feel
attached to something, it gave me a sense that somebody understood
me. But now I can't. I'm sorry. You and Pan, you both mean well,
and you mean so much to me, but right now I feel very lost, and
tying me down isn't going to help."
I nodded. She continued, "Right now, I just need a hug." I
looked at her face, and tears welled in her eyes. I pulled her
close to me and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. As
she cried.
I felt very awkward; I never know what to do when somebody,
anybody, is crying in my arms. I want to say something and I know
that anything I say will be wrong, so I wait and hope that holding
is enough.
After a while the sobs eased a little, and she wiped the tears
from her eyes. She'd gotten my tunic a little wet as well, but I
didn't care. She sniffled. "We're not getting out of here, are
we?"
"I wouldn't say that. Pan's got the linear signal going, and
we've got food, water, shelter, clothes."
"They think we're dead, Ken. According to Pan's calculations,
those two weeks in statis put us sixty years in the future from
when we were attacked. We're shipwrecked, and even Pendor gives up
after a while." Her tears were still flowing.
Yeah, and we cracked the ship up pretty bad. Mark 743
Starcruisers take a lot of damage, and the landing 'pressors had
held up just long enough; we'd been only four meters above the
surface when pressor seven died, tipping the ship over and smacking
us into the ground. Here we were, seven stranded castaways... when
I think of it that way, I feel like singing "Gilligan's Island,"
but Chroff has promised to slug me if I do.
She wiped away the tears. "I never... never did get a chance
to show you my tattoo, did I?"
"You've a tattoo? Kathy, I've seen you without your clothes at
least a dozen times since we boarded the 'Elen. Where are you
hiding a tattoo?"
"Watch. Pedro, turn the lights down to ten percent, would
you?"
The lights dimmed slowly as she backed away from me and
unzipped her grey jumpsuit. She smiled as she slid it over her
hips, and I winked back, getting a laugh from her. Although she'd
let her pubic hair grow back, it was only a light blond fuzz and
the feather-and-stone charm I'd given her hung clearly from it's
stainless steel hook in her labia. I couldn't see the lock, but I
assumed it was there.
She turned her back on me as the light reached their most dim,
and she swept her hair over one shoulder, exposing her entire back.
I watched her closely, and I noticed a slight, dim glow emanating
from the small of her back. It was a handsome coppery color, and
it began to grow in intensity and spread up towards her
shoulderblades and downwards towards her butt.
The glow at the center seemed to stop growing in intensity, a
little less than a candle in strength, and I could see that the
image itself was resolving.
The glow came from thousands of small spots a few millimeteres
across on a side, and I realized I was looking at a dragon. The
head was at her right shoulderblade looking left, it's wings across
her back. The tail trailed her left leg and stopped right above
her knee, and the talons were visible on her right buttock and hip.
The coppery color flowed and shimmered, and the spaces between the
spots became more obvious, resolving into scales. I was impressed
with the technology, but more than that I was impressed with
artwork. It was beautiful.
"Kathy?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I have a photograph of this for my wall?"
"You like it?"
"Like it?" I said. "It's incredible. Who did this?"
"The artwork is Pan's." She turned around and walked back over
to me, sitting naked in my lap. "He did it for me a few months
ago, as a painting, and I had Dr. Temgif transfer the image onto
me."
I tentatively put my hand against her back, and stroked her
skin. She cooed at my touched, and it felt like normal skin.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's just a light-emitting tattoo."
"Does it hurt?"
"What now? Or getting it?"
"Both."
"Well, now it doesn't hurt at all. It feels like my normal
skin, and really that's all it is. I don't notice it at all, and
there's no change in my perception of touch.
"Getting it didn't hurt, not really. It's a lot more boring
than you think. It's not like getting a normal tattoo, it's more
of a nanotech thing. I got to sit in a zero-g chamber for about
sixteen hours with needles in both arms and a rotating scanner
running along my body while my back itched like crazy as they
installed the entire matrix."
"Oh, so it's basically a subcutaneous installation."
"Yeah."
"It's neat," I said, scratching her back casually, now
reassured that I couldn't damage the artwork and that she could
appreciate my stroking. It was fascinating watching the glow
ripple under my fingertips. I kissed her neck.
"Hey, you've got work to do," she said, rising and grabbing for
her coveralls.
I seized her wrist. "Wait."
"What?"
"Sit down, please?" She sat back down on my lap. "Kathy, have
we ever... made love?"
She smiled, dimly illustrated by the light of her tattoo.
"Lot's of times... but not just... together. Why? Do you want
to?"
"It would be nice," I said, my fingers softly caressing the her
nipples.
She looked down at me and kissed my forehead, working her way
over my nose and down to my lips. In the soft light of her tattoo
the whole world became a gentle, coppery glow, and I said, "Pedro,
lower the lights all the way."
She smiled. "You really like my tattoo, don't you?"
"I love it. In fact, would you mind if we made love..."
"So you could see it?"
"Yeah."
She smiled, stood up and walked over to one of the larger
chairs, kneeling, bending over and sticking her ass up in the air.
"I remember the first session we ever had," giving me an evil grin,
"when you ordered me into this position."
I smiled and unbuckled my pants, dropping them to the floor.
"Not much into foreplay, are you?"
She smiled and said "Not right now... fuck me, Ken..."
"Should I take off my shirt?" I asked.
"No! Just get into me... now!" I raised on eyebrow; Kathy's
was getting impertinent. I knelt behind her, my cock surged to
full length by her talk.
It suddenly occurred to me that she still had her lock in
place. In my haste I nearly ripped the chain from around my throat
and inserted it into the lock, slipping it out from her labia. I
dropped it to the floor, placed one hand on her back and with the
other aimed my cock into her pussy and slid forward.
Her cunt, warm and familiar, sucked me in. Her tattoo glowed
brighter, and the eyes of the dragon glowed brighter still. It was
fascinating, as I began to fuck her; it was like fire, and I
imagined small sparks arcing from her back. She buried her head
into the chair as I pummeled her. "Harder!" she hissed.
I slowed down instead. The feather tickled my balls.
"Please," she moaned, imploring me, "harder, please."
Her magnificent ass arced upward as she begged. It made me
smile. I pulled back and slid my hand around her hips. I stopped
moving entirely; a small moan escaped her, and she ground her hips
back towards me, but I pulled back, then pulled her hard towards
me, slamming into her, and began relentlessly pounding her.
"Yes... that's it," she said. "Harder, yeah, I like it harder."
"You do, huh?" I said. I looked down, and the tail of the
dragon glowed below, the tiny pixels of it's claws shimmering over
her buttock, and the talons appeared to be flexing as I pounded
against her ass, as her full and beautiful flesh rippled as I
fucked her. The light was becoming brighter, or else I was just
hallucinating. I didn't think it could get any brighter, or any
better. As I pounded her, small growls escaped from my throat. I
was going to come, ravishing her, and I suddenly lost control,
exploding into her, screaming and bending over her, filling her
cunt.
I slid out of her again, and I knelt down onto the floor. I
kissed her ass softly, panting, "Thank you, thank you." She knelt
down on the floor with me and said, "You're welcome."
I looked up at her, her hair a little sweatier and falling down
in front of her eyes. "Feel better?" I asked.
"Mm-hmm," she said, smiling, a little glint shining in her
eyes. Her tattoo faded away. "Pedro," she said, "lights up, just
a little."
The lights came up and she sagged. "You have no idea how
tiring that is."
"What do you mean?" I said.
"That's... That's glucose-driven. I need to go get something
to eat."
"Then let's go. Let's see if that new fruit Sara found is any
good."
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