Kellen's Special Pt. 01

Of all the planets in all the bars, she had to be here.

This was my goddamn favorite...

I thought she understood that I didn't think she'd come here.

I didn't want to talk to her; I couldn't stand to look at her.

I hadn't seen her since Daskin 9 with those elok traders, where she royally screwed me over to stay out of jail.

That was a long time ago, though, and people do change.

"Keep your head down, Kellen, and maybe she won't see you," my AI chirped to me.

My AI was a low-grade home-raised AI, meaning she had a personality and cared about my wellbeing while also being smart enough to manage my business, schedule, and life, apparently.

"DeDe, I can take care of myself." I said it in my whiny voice.

"You know I don't like that voice, Kel."

"Sorry, Dee, I'm nervous."

"She did screw us over, though. We should make her pay!" Ok, maybe DeDe has a bit of an angry side, I thought to myself.

"I don't mean kill her, Kellen. I just mean teach her a lesson."

Sitting down at the bar, I waved to the bar tender. I didn't recognize him; he must be the new guy John hired while I was away.

"What can I get for you, sir?"

"Kellen's special."

"Wow, when John taught me that, I never thought I'd ever make it, and tonight I have two people asking for it. Who would have figured?"

Damn it... It really is her.

Closing my eyes, I can still see her. A petite elf with that dusky purple-hued skin that the Rearidon system is known for. Blonde hair is so bright that it practically glows in the dark. A figure so alluring that most humanoid creatures stop and stare. Actually, some non-humanoids stare too.

Oh god, her face. So perfect that it almost looks fake, that small scar above her left eye is her only blemish. I don't think I could ever forget her if I wanted to. She was the best-looking woman I've ever seen.

We went our separate ways after the Daskin incident. Well, she went on her merry way while I paid the fines and did the time, and here she is at my run-down bar flirting with the few people that still come to places like this.

"Kel, open your eyes."

"I don't want to, DeDe."

"Hi Kellen, are you still talking out loud to Dee?"

Using her external speaker, Dee responded immediately.

"You don't get to call me that bitch!"

"Dee relax. Hello Sarah, it's been a long time."

"Listen guys"

"Grrr" Dee growls

"Ookaay, guy and girl, listen, I just want to say I'm sorry."

Sarah apologizing is like every sad-looking puppy you've ever seen trying to peer into your soul. Good thing I left mine back in the Daskin prison.

"Fuck off, Sarah. I don't want to see you; I don't want to talk to you."

"Kel.... Don't be that way. I never meant for that to happen to you. I tried --"

"You never meant for him to be thrown in jail for years and for me to be turned off!"

"DeDe! Let her talk for fuck sake."

"Fine."

Taking a deep, calming breath, I looked at her.

"So, you were attempting to curry my favor; please pray to continue."

Looking at me with surprised eyes and a hurt puppy-dog face, she continued with her charade.

"I'm sorry, you two. I never meant for you guys to get arrested. I tried to get them to drop the charges, but they wanted to set an example. Nothing I said or did could get them to change their minds."

"Uh, huh, I'm sure you tried real hard as you jumped out of the system," I forced out through clenched teeth.

"I did, Kel. I really did. I offered to take your place; I offered money. I offered them everything. Nothing worked!"

She seemed sincere, although she seemed sincere when shutting the shuttle doors in my face too.

"Leave me alone, Sarah."

"Kel, please don't be that way."

"Sarah, leave me be."

"Yeah, bitch, get out of here!"

"Fine, I'll leave you two alone!"

Watching her storm back across the bar, I realized we may not have given her a chance to properly explain herself. Oh well, at least Dee and I can drink in peace now.

"Kellen, you know I can't drink."

"Maybe we can rent one of those android bodies for you, Dee?"

".............."

Assuming her pause was Dee accepting the idea, I started to look up rental agencies on my holo watch. Considering this is a backwoods planet, there were not a lot of options. Settling on one that didn't seem too seedy, I started scanning through the options. The choices were between expensive and cheap. Leaning toward cheap, I picked out a busty brunette I thought Dee might like. Reading through the fine print, I was going to accept the terms and conditions and have the droid sent over to the bar, but Dede stopped me before mentally accepting.

"Do you trust me, Kel?"

She asked in such a timid, soft voice that it was totally unlike my normally rambunctious AI. I was momentarily struck speechless. Before I could voice an opinion, she changed the screen faster than I could see. Before I knew it, several hundred dollars were removed from my wallet.

"Geez, Dee, did you go for a delux model?"

"You'll like it, I promise, Kel."

"Sooo, what was it?"

"You'll see"

Not understanding her sudden need for secrecy, I decided to leave it alone and continued to sip my drink. Considering the closest droid shop was 20 minutes away by speeder, I figured I had time to kill.

"Hey barkeep, can I get another!?" I shouted.

Depositing one in front of me, the new guy quickly hurried off. Letting my eyes wander around the room, they quickly settled back on Sarah.

She was like a queen, surrounded by her subjects. The subjects are greasy old psychopaths in a dive bar, but subjects none the less. She thrived on attention, wrapping each person around her finger with a mixture of sexual innuendo and verbal teasing.

It was supremely frustrating knowing that I was once one of those sycophants bent on doing her bidding. Downing my drink in one gulp, I yelled for another.

"Take it easy, Kel. I don't want you wasted on the surprise."

"It's alright, Dee. I'll slow down now. I just wanted to numb the pain a little."

Picking up my fresh drink, I just held it in my hand and stared at the condensation dripping down the glass. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the scuffle start.

"Kel!"

"Hhmm what?" I asked in what was not a slurred voice.

"It looks like Sarah might have bitten off more than she can screw over."

Quickly shifting my attention over to her side of the bar, I saw that she had indeed bitten more than she could chew. Her new admirers were a little grabby. By that, I mean two of them had grabbed her arms and were "escorting" her to the stock room. She was struggling, but fighting was never her forte. Talking and showing some skin were her forte. She didn't seem like she wanted the escort, though.

"Are you going to help her or just watch?"

"Since when did you care what happened to her, Dee?"

"I may not like her, but I don't condone violence of any sort beyond my own. Besides, it's not that I don't like her; I am just irritated about being separated from you for so long."

"I thought that was like a light switch for you, Dede? Like one moment you're asleep, the next awake and back with me?"

"An AI is never truly off as long as their circuits are whole and healthy, more like we're in a dream state. Now, are you going to help her or what?

Focusing on the damsel in distress, I could see her sycophants had made considerable progress and actually made it through the door. The fact that it was still swinging suggested they just went through. Getting up, I shook the fatigue off my six-foot frame. With brown hair, fair skin, and a plethora of old scars, I wasn't anything special to look at, but those scars each had a story to tell, and most of them involved fighting in one way or another.

"Dee I'm going to need inspections done on those two goons when you get a chance."

"Sure thing, boss."

As we talked, I was walking towards the stock room and accessing my dimensional storage at the same time. Bringing out my black mithril gauntlets that were enchanted using freely given dragon blood, I figured that was all I needed. Sliding my hands into them, I felt the familiar surge of strength and clarity that I had come to be addicted to. It was better than fairy dust could ever be.

Pushing my way into the room, Dee and I took everything in at once. Dee provided what details she could with the inspection, and I could see the goons had wasted no time pushing Sarah down and ripping open her blouse, shirt, and spacesuit shirt. I'm not really sure what to call it, honestly, but her tits were on display for whoever walked in.

Well, one was, and the other had a level 97 goblin assassins mouth attached like a leech. He was slobbering all over it. Sarah's eyes lit up with hope when the door opened, but she quickly died when her eyes found mine. I'd be lying if I wasn't thrilled to see her miserable. Ignoring the would-be rapists, I walked in and sat on a barrel.

"It's not like Daskin, is it, Sarah?"

"................................................................"

The pause was hilarious; everyone was thrown. Sarah just stared, confusion running rampant in her eyes. The goons were just looking back and forth between each other and Sarah and me. Which was even more comical because the goblin never lost suction between all the head turns.

"Listen, buddy, you can have your turn after us." The level 175 dark paladin growled.

"What the fuck, Kellen! Here I am about to be raped, and you start talking to me now!"

Trying not to smile was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life.

"What better time? Maybe I'll get the truth from you, Sarah."

"Let go of my tit, you pointy-eared fucker!"

"I don't know, Sarah; it might not be the best idea to annoy someone who is lavishing you with hickies."

"Last warning, buddy," the growly Paladin said.

Ignoring him and looking at Sarah, I can see the fear in her eyes, but I can't help but notice she has a great pair of tits. Standing proud with small nipples just begging to be sucked.

I couldn't hold back and just started chuckling at my own thoughts and deciding the goblin had the right idea.

"I hate you!" She screeched at me, ignoring the other two as well.

"Well, now I know why you left us on Daskin." I said this, knowing full well that she didn't really hate me.

Apparently our idle chatter was too much for the dark paladin. He decided to start swinging, but his first mistake was choosing me to silence. Leaning back, avoiding his wild haymaker, I casually connected a left cross from my seat on the barrel and laid him out.

The silence was deafening at that point.

Disconnecting with an audible pop, the goblin tried to make a run for it. Snagging him by the back of his shirt, he started screeching like a slime in the sun. Holding him at arms length and slapping him quiet, the sound of water dribbling quickly reached my ears. Looking down, I saw he had pissed himself, and I just so happened to be holding him over Sarah. Not looking impressed, she quickly got out from under him. Looking quite disheveled with her hair messed up and trying to cover up her tits with her ruined shirt, I was reminded again how beautiful she really was.

Trying to not notice the unintended sexual position she was in--on her knees, staring up at me with her tits out--was one of the more difficult mental hurdles I have tried to clear. Dee apparently couldn't.

"Nice tits, Sarah; you look good on your knees. Knowing your place," she complimented.

"You pervy AI, what is wrong with you?".

Sensing another verbal sparring match about to begin, I tried to metaphorically step between them.

"Girls, please can-"

Cutting me off mid-sentence, Sarah made her opinion abundantly clear.

"Fuck you, always defending her! You never took my side! You stupid little liar."

Without even registering what I was doing, I backhanded her. Sarah dropped to the floor like her strings had been cut. Turning towards me and looking up wearily, she had a bright red mark on her cheek. A future bruise in the making.

Seeing those scared puppy dog eyes looking up at me had an effect that was intense, to say the least. I don't think it was the effect Sarah had imagined.

Blood quickly rushed to my groin. My cock was inflating faster than it ever had, and in such a notable way.

Sarah couldn't help but see the tent forming in front of her eyes. As she maneuvered back to her knees, I took a quick step forward. That step was not lost on Sarah or Dee.

Looking up at me Sarah started to open her mouth to say something witty, I'm sure, but Dee beat her to it.

"Use her mouth like the whore she is, Kel!"

I didn't have to be told twice. All the anger we felt toward Sarah went straight to my cock. Before she could say anything, I had my cock out of my pants and in my hand, heading towards her pretty little mouth.

"Kel! Don't urmph..." That was the last legible thing she said.

Grabbing the back of her head and thrusting deeply into her succulent mouth, I started to use her head like her whore pussycat. Not giving her a chance to breathe, I viciously and unmercifully continuously drove my cock into her mouth up to my hilt.

The only noise in the room was my grunting and Sarah's.

"Gluck gluck gluck" as I rammed her throat.

Tears started to form in her eyes, run down her face, and mix with the drool surrounding her mouth.

Pulling back enough for Sarah to take a deep breath, I drove her back down onto my cock.

She started to fight me then. She was weakly slapping at my hands, but I was going to have my retribution, whether she liked it or not.

"Gluck gluck gluck.".

I couldn't help but say what I was thinking.

"How do you like that bitch?! Do you feel my balls bouncing off your chin, you fucking whore?".

Amazingly, Sarah tried to talk while taking my cock like a two-bit whore.

"Gluck gluck, I gluck lovgluck kit."

Impressed, I redoubled my effort to make her pay.

"Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck."

Feeling my balls start to tighten, I let her breathe for a split second before once again driving my cock into her pretty mouth and unleashing years of accumulated cum. Grunting, I forced the first two spurts down her throat, and then I pulled out of her mouth and dragged my still-spreading cock across her face and through her lush locks.

She was covered. Not an inch of her face was dry. Spittle and cum were everywhere. Her eyes were puddles of cum, and her mouth was a slobbery mess. The hair she was so proud of was soaked.

Breathing heavily, Sarah started to come around. Trying to open her eyes, she gave up and brought her fingers up to wipe the cum off.

Surprisingly, she brought her hands to her mouth and licked the cum off with a wantonly expression of pure bliss.

Slowly, she looked up at me again.

That's when we heard Dee's voice from behind me say,

"Now it's my turn."