Futa Dragons Pt. 08

Several of the beings addressed stood to complain. Fiona nodded her head at the security chief standing at the door. A team of black armour clad staff filed in and stood silently around the room lining the walls. The exits to the other offices and washrooms were now blocked by armed guards. A deadly hush came over the executives. It was only broken by the sob of several frightened looking women. Fiona noted that they were quite rightly frightened because of their guilt and wondering if they had been found out.

"Already this morning I have dismissed five sectional heads. One of them is on his way to jail. Two have had their bank accounts seized and two have signed waivers to avoid prosecution. None of them will ever work in technology or software management again. At least not legally. Of the fifty-eight of you here I could put thirty-seven of you in the streets with arrest warrants pending. Two more of you are going directly to jail. The rest of you can consider yourselves on probation pending my final judgement!"

There were screams of rage, groans of despair and exclamations of shock from the gathered people. Fiona gave a tight smile to the head of security as he directed several of his troop to handcuff and walk two senior executives out of the room. Danny handed them over to waiting detectives before returning to the room to watch his lover's adopted sister in action.

Fiona beckoned Brianna to stand beside her. She made sure that the braless woman bounced and was a bright and bubbly figure beside her. Secretly she smiled as some of the younger males became wide eyed at the sight. "Right, listen up! This is Brianna Thompson. Some of you know her as Jemma Platten's secretary." She paused as more than half the room took a sharp intake of breath at the mention of the legendary programmer and system's administrator's name.

"Yes, that's right people, Jemma Platten works in this building. Not some board or hidden executive. Brianna is not a representative of that board, either. Jemma is just a lonely woman who codes her heart out to make sure everything that she has ever worked for, along with her departed sister, Elspeth, still runs. Something none of you have ever questioned. Something none of you who skim the fat from her labours even consider. You just pushed the buttons, lied and forced bribes from our customers and never considered the programming team under her. A group, by the way, that seems to be the only ones who know who she is!

"Well that is all about to change. Jemma Platten has a new partner, a new sister if you like: me! Fiona Weaver. If the name sounds fucking familiar then yes it is. Elspeth Weaver's son is my husband. Like Elspeth I am here to kick arse, chop out deadwood and run this company the way she did it and more. Fortunately I have a big sharp axe and I am not afraid to wield it! I am also not afraid of anyone and I have a skin as thick as the walls of this building.

"As of now I want you to consider Brianna as most important woman in this organisation outside of me and Jemma. All of you who wish to tender your resignations and a recommendation of your replacement can have them prepared and given to Miss Thompson within the hour. Those of you whom I consider to be a criminal threat to this organisation and do not hand in their resignations will meet Daniel Rawlins," she pointed to the smiling tattooed man standing by the door. "Mr Rawlins is ex-special services and works for Austin Sprittle whom I expect that you all know." She stepped away from the podium and exited with Brianna in tow through the black guards at the rear door of the room. You could have heard a pin drop as the two women walked down the line of black clad guards and out through the exit doors.

"My panties say you won't get twenty resignations, Fiona," the giggling blonde whispered when they exited the room and headed for the elevators to take them back upstairs.

Fiona looked at the red faced blushing woman. "I get to take my time taking them off," she whispered huskily in the woman's ear. Brianna shivered as her boss patted her on the arse and sent her back to her desk.

Two hours later Brianna sat coyly in front of her Fiona's grinning face. The woman was hot and flustered. She had received forty-five resignations with recommendations for at least two people in each of the positions being vacated. Fiona was sitting in her big commander's chair and had made the little sexy blonde take a seat on her wide desk directly in front of her.

"I have only had one lover, Fiona," the woman said softly as Fiona's hot hands gently rubbed her exposed thighs where the attractive curly haired woman had let her hands press open the buttons on the skirt she was wearing higher and higher. She had undid the small number of buttons one by one. Slowly undoing the little pearl coloured items as she watched her little secretary squirm on her large desk. Fiona could tell that the little woman was eager, almost impatient, for her boss to expose her underwear.

"I think, Brianna that you need to know something more about me before we go further," Fiona said suddenly as she stood up from her chair.

"If it is to tell me that you are Futa, Fiona, I already know. Jemma gets so flustered when she talks about you that I suspected that you are more than just a beautiful woman. So I peeked at you a few times over the past month or so as we travelled. I know you have special underwear and I guess it doesn't hurt to tell you that I checked on Jemma's accounts. I know she created an anime character called Yuiko and she is a Futanari," Brianna shyly answered as she ducked her head and looked down at her exposed thighs.

"It does not worry you?" Fiona asked as she sat back down in her seat.

"It does a little. My Grandmother told me a story of a Futa woman that had been her lover. She said that she was the size of a zeekel but extremely gentle. My Grandmother said that she had never been loved so wonderfully," the little blonde said with a shy smile to her boss.

"Zeekel?"

"It is a large beast that we use for the supply of protein on Garfin, where I come from. It is, I suppose, like a big cow on Thes. It is known for having a big penis."

"I do not profess to have a dick the size of a bull, Brianna. I do have a fairly sizeable pillar, as Thallusians say. However, I do not intend to force you to have sex with me, Brianna. I am happy to simply view your sex and, if you wish, taste you."

"Oh, no, please don't say that! I have worked up my courage all the last month to ask you to make love to me. Those silly bets we made were my chance to be open and daring. I could not ask straight out. Ever since you made me wear that sexy red dress I have thought of nothing else but having you love me. Please, Fiona, I need you!"

"I wondered why you suggested your underwear as our latest bets, Brianna. Then I realised that you are lonely and in need of loving. I was going to try and set you up with another more suitable male that you might find very compatible."

"Please don't say, Mabreeze."

Fiona giggled. "Why not?" she asked with a small snigger. The man had not been in her thoughts but she wondered why the pretty blonde on her desk had an aversion to the mildly attractive if somewhat dull man.

"He has the dick of a child!"

"How do you know?"

"He tried to get very amorous with me at a function that Jemma had at her home. It is a once a cycle thing that a few select people come to and drink lots of wines. Jemma only appears for the dinner and then she hides. I was lonely, very drunk and morose and he offered to find me a room. I am afraid I laughed at him. We have never spoken since."

"You have a preference for older men?"

"No, just a cock that will make me happy. I have no desire to marry or be tied down. Unfortunately Jemma has not allowed me much free time."

"So a position under my management would suit you, little one?"

"It may be quite beneficial," the little blonde giggled as Fiona's hands slid right up her skirt and gripped the edges of her flimsy underwear. She squealed in mock alarm as the bright pink underwear tore under Fiona's sudden pull on them.

"Look at what you have done, Miss CEO," the woman said as she finished unbuttoning and opened her skirt to reveal the shredded remains of her underwear barely covering her pussy.

"Do Garfin women have any special properties regarding their pussies?" Fiona asked as her hands crept forward to capture the last of the flimsy material.

"Garfinal women," Brianna said coyly correcting her hot eyed would be lover, "have deep holes and are very sensitive all the way in. In comparison to human females our pussy is like a clitoris only it is an opening not something that sticks out from between our lips."

"You must be extremely vibrant and mobile lovers if you have that much feeling between your thighs," grinned Fiona as she leant forward and sniffed deeply of the hot scent of the wide spread woman on her desk.

"Only if the male is long, Fiona. Our holes remain quite open during sex. If the male is of sufficient length then he can press the sensitive nerves deep inside us and cause our caves, you call it a pussy, to close. Long spiked males are very popular on our planet. Smaller males have to rely on good mouth work and the females' willingness to accept their sperm after they are satisfied."

"So the male has to suck the female off? You have something outside that makes that possible?"

Brianna helped Fiona pull the last of her shredded panties off. Shyly she spread her legs wider. "We have two very sensitive nodes in our cave doors that when kissed and sucked well will make us orgasm continuously no matter what sized spike is driven into us." The woman's small fingers indicated the two small nubs that sat either side of the fleshy mouth of her sex.

"You did not think Mabreeze capable of pleasuring you this way?" Fiona asked as she gently stroked the trembling woman's thighs.

"Mabreeze is Dauphinian, his kind do not think beyond the holes of their mate. Even both of them would not have caused me to blush with them!" the woman said derisively.

"Both?"

"Dauphinian males are replicant twins. The strong one holds the other. When they need to they separate and carry out the tasks that they perform. It allows them to become good servants that are available all hours of the day and night. Unfortunately males are half of the whole. Females are symbiotic twins. They have a much better capacity to love and live, they are more likely to be closer in ability and strengths."

"So Mabreeze lives with Jemma to serve her all the time, but in reality he is two beings?"

"Yes. Not very nice ones either," Brianna said with a sigh. She was wet and hot. Fiona was being too slow.

Fiona stood and let her skirt drop. She was dressed in pale blue underwear that did not hold her huge cock captive up along her stomach and up between her tits. Smiling at the widespread woman on her desk she slid her panties down and allowed her big cock to pop out of her bald full lipped pussy. It rapidly extended to its full length and hotly fell onto the wide-eyed woman's sex.

"By the Dragon, Fiona!" Brianna exclaimed as she stared lustily at the big slab of cock drooling across her stomach. "Please tell me that tiny Jemma does not fuck that!"

"Not only fucks it like a mad woman but takes it up her arse and down her throat until she can lick my wet cunt with her long tongue!"

"Oh, my, oh, my," Brianna almost choked on her saliva as it rapidly filled her mouth.

She placed her hands over the big head of Fiona's cock and gently pressed it downwards until it was aligned with her already gaping sex. Fiona eased her hips forward as the young woman guided it to her entrance and breathed deeply as the hot flesh pierced her almost virginal channel.

"I hope no-one hears me," she whispered as her throat tightened as the first of many, many orgasms ripped through her hot sex and caused her stomach to clench in almost unbearable pleasure.

Fiona gently stroked the woman's breasts through her soft blouse as she pressed centimetre after centimetre of her hot hard meat into the tightly clasping tunnel. Brianna bucked and tore at her restrictive clothing until the buttons flew off as she ripped her top open and begged the big curly haired Futa to fuck her deep.

"Oh my fucking heart!" screamed the young blonde as she heaved and bucked as Fiona pressed deeper and deeper into Brianna's cave. The young woman was loud in her praise of the big spike entering her in a continuous slide that had her heels high in the air. Fiona grasped them and licked the sensitive feet as she rocked her cock back and forth in the super wet entrance. Despite her claim of her species having deep holes Fiona noted that at least ten centimetres of her huge cock remained outside of the clenching cunt lips as she hit something deep inside the screaming woman.

"You are a tight cunted little slut, Brianna!" gasped Fiona as she began to slowly fuck the squirming woman on her desk.

"Your cock is bigger than any zeekel I have ever seen, Fiona," the woman panted as Fiona slowly pulled her cock out and just as slowly pushed it back in after she sensed that Brianna was at her limit.

"Do you like?" Fiona asked softly as she bent and sucked on the little round boobs that Brianne held tightly.

"Love," the woman gasped.

"Would you be prepared to fuck this big cock of mine for our trip around the stars, Brianna?" she asked as she plunged rapidly in and out keeping to the limit that Brianna seemed to extract most pleasure.

"Only if," she panted and reached her hands up to Fiona's cloth covered breasts, "you let me suck these when I want."

"You can suck anything you want, sweetie," Fiona smiled as she let the little woman pluck and pinch her hard nipples.

Brianna cried out as Fiona jabbed her a little deeper. "Please, Fiona, don't fill me. I have not had sex for such a long time that I have not protected myself. I want to have a child but not now, you are promising big change and excitement here that I would not want to miss it because I am having your child!"

"Then make your cave let me go, Brianna," the Futa gasped as she tried to pull back but could not because of the exquisite clamping of the woman's channel around her thick hard cock.

"Bite my tits!" Brianna squealed as she heaved and clenched her stomach hard as she came again and again.

Fiona leant down and sucked one of the big nipples into her hot mouth and bit it hard. The woman beneath her cock screamed in bliss and flopped her legs wide. Fiona was able to just pull her big tool out and let it rest against the maniacally opening and closing pussy flaps of the little blonde. "Cumming!" she cried as her cock thrust forward to press her hot wet cunt against the woman's opening. A stream of creamy sperm flew from her cock and splashed against Brianna's panting mouth. Several more hit the same spot before easing and spraying over the little balls of tits and down her stomach.

"Sweet!" Brianna cried and began to furiously lick and suck at her mouth. Her fingers quickly joined her tongue and scraped the cum into her mouth from her face and tits.

"You like?" Fiona questioned curiously. George, Jemma and Julia had loved drinking her cum claiming it was as sweet as heavily sugared tea. She found it to be a mildly sweet taste at best.

"I have sucked spike before and not enjoyed the spurting and taste in my mouth. I am not sure I could take the load you have just sprayed me with in my little mouth but my goodness you do taste very, very sweet!" the little woman cried in delight. Fiona looked down on the little vixen with affection as she lay mostly naked over the big desk and continued to lick cock cream off her fingers with dainty flashes of her tongue.

"Perhaps we shall test out your abilities over the next few months, Brianna?" questioned Fiona as she sat back in her chair and watched the beautiful woman still spread legged in front of her.

"My bottom is out of bounds, Fiona," she said softly. "We Garfinal have an extremely shallow and short digestive system. It is not suitable for objects going in. I have seen the pornography of your species and others with big cocks in their arses. It is not something we, or many other species, can accomplish."

"I am happy to plunder just your mouth and this wonderful cave of yours, Brianna. You smell delicious," Fiona said as she leaned forward and kissed the now tightly closed opening of the little blonde.

"I will teach you how to make it open with just a flick of your finger, Miss Gibson," the woman smiled as she sat up and kissed her boss passionately.

*****

"Do you know the pilot of Jemma's ship, Brianna?" Fiona asked after they had just finished a plate of sandwiches for lunch. They were studying the list of replacements that their long line of resignations had produced. Jemma had joined them and was ticking off the names against Fiona's list of suspect employees.

"He is Jemma's," the woman answered quickly and with a little bitterness in her tone. Jemma looked at her with surprise.

"Jemma doesn't even know he exists," Fiona said with a sigh as she rubbed her lover with a soft palm across her pretty face.

"He is mad about you!" Brianna exclaimed. How could her boss not know that the loveliest, kindest man she had ever met was not pining for her?

"He is too young, Brianna!" Jemma exclaimed. "I have already told Fiona that he is just not my type and never will be."

Fiona stared long and hard at Brianna as the woman made piles of those that could be candidates for the newly vacated management positions and those that were cronies of the old incumbents and would not be placed in a higher position. Hopefully those would also leave and fresh blood could be brought in to the organisation. She also made another pile of those that had not resigned and were suspected of illegal dealings or incompetence, these sat beside a pile of resignations that Fiona had not yet decided why they had done so when she could find no evidence of wrong doing.

Fiona needed to inform Jemma of her next steps. The three women were sitting in the luxurious office suite that was contained within Jemma's mansion. The suite contained Jemma's personal office as well as the one that Elspeth had used. In between was a large space containing comfortable chairs, mapping tables and work desks. They were currently sitting in the lounges surrounding a large low coffee table. They had chosen this location so that they were away from the furore that they had started at the headquarters of Platten two days previously.

During that time not one scrap of news about their actions had been allowed to exit the systems and flow into the rest of the organisation. Jemma had craftily turned on the safeguards that Elspeth had programmed into every system as part of her paranoia over the security of her company. It was a practice she had started in the early days of the company and Jemma carried it onwards as second nature. The system faithfully logged the transmissions and gave the user every indication that all had proceeded as normal. However, several secure system admin tasks re-routed the data and stored it safely on the massive servers in Jemma's basement.

No-one on Thuel, Prime or Verdale had any idea what had happened on Thallix II. It was going to be the way of things until Jemma or Fiona said otherwise.

Austin Sprittle had updated Fiona on his plans. The curly haired woman had whistled and then given the man the widest smile she could muster when he informed her that he would have close to fifty thousand loyal troops ready for her on Thuel. He also told her that he had nearly double that number on standby. They were being supplied by various other agencies that had also been trying, unsuccessfully, to rid themselves of the plague calling itself the Privileged.