Rare Isotopes Ch. 01

"Fuck me, I've been a good girl... please fuck me."

Zac smiled. He'd never expected Cassie was into that stuff. Especially not with a female submissive. But it was good to know. He carefully tiptoed back out of the room and closed the door gently. He retrieved his fob and left the flat exactly as he had found it.

Once he was outside, he banged on the door loudly.

"Cassie," she shouted. "Cassie, are you in? I think I've left my fob at the office."

Nothing happened immediately, then a muffled voice responded, "Sure, I'm coming, hold on a sec."

*

Frank Howard - June 16th 2122 -- 10:53

It wasn't normal for Frank to be called to meetings at the hexagon, the new headquarters of the United States military. It was the Director or the Deputy Directors who went there for meetings. He usually just supplied the briefing documents. But he got a sense that today something important was afoot. Why else had the Director ordered him to drop a level 2 conference with the Europeans that had been in the planning for 6 full weeks.

As he climbed the Indiana limestone steps, he recognized the President's Principle Scientific Adviser, Jennifer Wade, walking almost besides him. Could she be in on the same meeting? He made an internal bet with himself that she would be, but he knew better than to ask her in an unsecured environment.

*

Frank Howard - June 16th 2122 -- 11:00

Frank looked around the dark briefing room. All the great and the good in the military and intelligence services appeared to be squashed around the semi-circular table. The Head of the Army, the Head of the Spaceforce, the Head of the Strategic Laser and Nuclear division, The Director and Deputy Directors of the CIA, the Head of the Department of Science and Research, and Jennifer Wade too.

Muted conversation filled the room. Frank played with his pen. He had no love for small talk.

Suddenly there was a clunk of a door handle at the back of the room. Frank turned his head to see the Head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Elliot Tasker, march into the room, followed by two bulky assistants and a young woman in a lab coat. The young woman scurried behind Tasker, only barely looking up at the assembled crowd.

Tasker, as suave and as immaculately dressed as always, took to the podium. The young woman hovered next to him, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming at such short notice," he said in a commanding voice. The room fell silent.

Frank's eyes cast over the girl next to him. Her mousy blonde hair was tangled, her eyes were red, and she didn't appear to be wearing make-up. He didn't need his twenty years experience as a field agent to know that she hadn't had any sleep.

Tasker, tapped the surface of his podium.

"I would like to introduce you to the head of our extra-solar research division, Miss Caitlyn Amis."

The girls eyes flicked up to the room, then quickly sunk back to the floor.

"Miss Amis will brief you on a discovery made earlier this morning, which could have profound consequences for all of us."

"Miss Amis, please take the stand," said Tasker, stepping down from the podium and indicating to Caitlyn that she should take his place.

Caitlyn took a deep breath and stood on the small raised platform. Frank could see her body shaking. She brushed her hair from her eyes.

"At 5:07am this morning..." she said with a faltering voice. She stopped and then cleared her throat. "I'm sorry... at 5:07am this morning, my colleague James Fitzgerald and I, of the extra-solar research division received a burst of data from X329, a deep space exploration probe equipped with a jump drive. For the past two and a half years, the probe has been surveying asteroids way beyond the edge of our solar system.

"The data we received today concerned an asteroid which I am not allowed to name, even to this eminent audience. I can only say that it sits roughly 0.3 light-years from Earth, deep in inter-stellar space."

She took a deep breath.

"The results indicate the presence of abundant subterranean stores of an isotope known as helium-3."

There was a murmur in the corner of the room. Frank looked over at Jennifer who began to exchange animated words with her deputy.

Caitlyn continued, "For those of you who don't know, we believe that helium-3 holds the key to viable fusion energy production."

More murmurs filled the room, slowly growing into full blown conversations. Frank's eyes remained firmly on Caitlyn. Redness enveloped her face as she opened and closed her mouth, clearly wanting to continue with the briefing she had prepared.

"But fusion has failed. Everyone knows that..." the Head of the Army spluttered derisively.

Caitlyn gulped. "Yes General, you are correct that attempts at economical fusion power have failed so far. However, helium-3 allows a different approach. And what's more, we know it works. Over forty years ago we harvested small quantities of helium-3 from the moon and used them in an experimental reactor. The concept worked without a hitch. The only problem was lack of fuel."

"So what does this mean in practical terms?" asked the head of the space fleet.

"It means, General, that we could have cheap, limitless energy. It means jump drives that could travel at three quarters of the light speed. It means orbital laser cannons that could wipe out cities in seconds.

The room fell completely silent.

"Does anyone else know about this?" the CIA director asked.

"As far as we know, only my colleague, the president, and the attendees of this room are aware of this discovery."

"So for once we're one up on the Chinese?" the Head of the Army asked.

"As far as we know General, nobody else has located substantial deposits of economically recoverable helium-3. Not the Chinese, not the Russians, not the Europeans."

"So we'd be a super power again?" the Head of the Army asked.

"I am a scientist, not an economist or a military expert. All I can say is that, given the right resources, we can get the energy. How you use it is up to you. But in my estimation, yes, this would significantly benefit both the economic power, the exploratory ability and the military might of the United States."

Frank raised his hand. Caitlyn acknowledged.

"Can I ask why the CIA was invited here?"

Caitlyn looked blank. Tasker took rose to the podium next to her.

"Despite our most strenuous efforts to keep this a secret, you can bet within months, weeks or even days, the opposition will get wind of this somehow. They always do. Be on the look out for anyone interested in helium-3, probe X329, or fusion research. Catch them and stop them."

*

Zachary Daniels -- 23rd September 2118 -- 21:50

It was Cassie's 22nd birthday. She sat on cross legged on the double bed in her thin white nightie. She was feeling the very last present Zac had bought for her. This one was a surprise. He couldn't wait to see her reaction.

She shook the gift, and weighed it in her hands.

"You've gotta guess," Zac grinned.

"You've stumped me on this one," Cassie said, grumpily.

"There's a first time for everything."

Cassie sighed. "Ok, I give in, I'm going to open it."

Without asking for confirmation that the game was over, she started peeling off the wrapping paper. Inside was a cardboard box. She picked at the tape holding it closed. As the little strip of plastic gave way, a pair of steel, rubber coated handcuffs fell onto the bed.

Cassie's eyes widened. Her mouth opened. Then she collected herself.

"I presume these are for me to use on you?" she said cocking an eyebrow, picking up the cuffs and swinging them around her forefinger.

"No Cassie, they're for you."

"Nah-ah!" she said shaking her head, crawling towards Zac. "They're to lock up a horny boy called Zac."

"Don't pretend like you're not excited about them being used on you," Zac grinned back.

Cassie's expression flickered but only for a millisecond.

"What makes you think that?"

"I get a sense you've got a submissive side."

Cassie laughed, unconvincingly. "Whatever," she said.

"But if you want to see me in them, I'd be prepared to play a little game..."

Zac's eyes narrowed. Cassie rarely proposed any 'little game' if there was a chance that she'd lose.

"I'll hear you out," he said.

Cassie crawled towards him and straddled his body, facing him.

"Ok... if you win the game, you can 'own' me for the rest of the day. You can cuff me, spank me, fuck me, do whatever the hell you like with me. But if you lose... you'll be my little slave I'll spend the rest of the day making you beg like a little bitch."

"And what would the game be?"

"Chess."

"Chess?" Zac's eyes narrowed further. He'd seen Cassie's school records. She'd won her high-school chess competition three years running.

"Yup," she grinned.

"Ok, you're on."

*

Zachary Daniels -- 23rd September 2118 -- 22:34

A muffled gasp escaped Cassie's lips as the cuffs clicked behind her back. Zac grinned and admired the beautiful, naked, captive who sat next to him on the side of the bed. He looked over her body, inspecting her. With her wrists locked behind her back, her tits jutted out in front of her delightfully.

He watched as Cassie tested the restraints: pulling and wriggling arms arms. The cuffs held fast. He knew they would: if you'd worked for the CIA as long as he had, you knew quality equipment when you saw it. She struggled again, more violently this time. Her beautiful, army-toned muscles straining pathetically against the unyielding, rubber-coated metal.

"Looks like you're my little prisoner now, Cassie."

She looked at him with an expression he'd never seen before. Her cheeks and neck were pink. Her nipples were erect. Her pupils dilated. Her chest heaving. Her legs clamped together.

Zac smiled and grasped one of her firm tits in his big hand. "Mmm," he purred as he roughly kneaded her vulnerable flesh, "all mine."

Cassie grunted in indignation, then moaned as Zac squeezed harder. He laughed, enjoying her tormented reactions.

"How does it feel to be dominated, Cassie?"

Her lips pursed in annoyance and she looked at the ceiling, and squeezed her thigh muscles even tighter together.

"I'm cuffed, I'm not dominated," Cassie rasped back.

"Oh, but you will be," Zac laughed.

He leaned over and gripped Cassie's glossy-smooth thighs with his big, powerful hands and started to pull them apart.

"Zac!" she cried.

She resisted, still staring upwards. Her thigh muscles strained, but she wasn't strong enough to stop him. Slowly, he wrenched her legs apart, revealing her slick, wet pussy. Little bands of juices strung out between her labia as he opened her up.

"Zac! Oh God!"

"Getting horny are we, Cassie?"

She started to tremble. Zac felt her thighs heave in an effort to close, but it wasn't enough. Her pussy twitched visibly as her submission hit home. She clenched her teeth and began to seethe.

"Keep your legs open Cassandra," Zac ordered, releasing his grip.

Cassie instantly disobeyed, clamping her legs shut.

"You might normally get away with insubordination Cassandra, but not today."

He grabbed her by the waist. She screamed. He hauled her over his knee, and wrapped one arm around her body, securing her in place. She writhed. Her legs kicked, but it wasn't any use. Zac was a big guy.

"I think a spanking is in order, don't you?"

Zac used his free hand to manhandle the tight flesh of Cassandra's ass, extracting more moans from her throat. Then he raised his hand up high.

Cassie's body went tense.

Then Zac slapped down his first spank. Cassie cried out. A pink hand-print began to emerge across her young, pale flesh.

Zac felt his dick stiffen under Cassie's tight, wriggling body. He followed his first spank with another, then another, then another. Her ass morphed from pink to red On the fourth impact, Cassie screamed. Her body began to shake. Her hips started to hump into his bare thigh. He could feel her slippery juices leak out of her.

He rained down another few spanks.

"Oh God! Zac!"

Her fists clenched and unclenched. Her head twisted from side to side. The sopping mound of her pussy ground forcefully into his leg.

He spanked her again harder. She sucked in air. Zac chuckled, and slipped his fingers between her struggling legs all the way to her drooling lips.

"Oh fuck... Master..." she gasped as his fingers teased through her folds. Her hips grinding becoming more and more intense.

"What was that, slave?"

Cassie's body almost froze.

"Zac..." she said with a strained voice, "Stop. Please."

There was a desperation to her voice. A sincere desperation that he hadn't expected.

His own tone shifted to concern. He stopped fingering her, "Do you actually want me to stop Cassie?"

"Yes. Please stop. I don't want it. Please let me go," she said, twisting her face towards him. Her face was red. Tears were leaking down her cheeks. She seemed to force her grinding to slow, but it didn't stop. A little slimy trail of Cassie's juices slid down Zac's thigh.

"I know I said you could spank me... but please let me go. I love you. I want you to stop."

"You don't make the rules, slave."

Cassie gasped, her hips twitched, bucking against Zac's thigh once more. Her eyes widened and tears streaked down her cheeks.

"Please Zac, I'm being serious, I don't like this game. Let me go."

Zac sighed and evaluated her expression. She was serious. She really did want to be released. He reached for the handcuff key. There was a little click as the lock released. Cassie's arms were free.

She shifted out of his arms, and crawled down onto the floor. She sat cross-legged, her eyes staring at the floor.

"Did you not enjoy that?" he asked, with a soft voice.

Cassie took several deep breaths. Then shook her head.

"No. I didn't like it. I'm sorry. I know I agreed. I'm an idiot. Sorry."

Her hands rested high up her thighs. Her fingers pressed into her flesh, not far from her pussy. She began to rock back and forward. The tips crept closer.

"It seemed to turn you on."

"No it DIDN'T!" Cassie yelled.

She jerked her hands away from her thighs and sat on them, whilst her body continued to rock. Zac's dick didn't know whether to rise or fall. It settled for a bewildered middle ground.

Zac took a deep breath. "Cassie, it was only a game, I'm not going to do anything if it upsets you."

Cassie rocked silently, before blurting a request in the tone of a command. "I want you to fuck me. Right now."

"Don't order me around Cassie."

She bunched herself into a ball and wrapped her arms around her legs.

"Please fuck me Zac. It's my birthday."

Zac rolled his eyes. But really, how could he say no. He was horny. And it was her birthday.

"Ok baby, get on the bed," he said.

He shifted onto the bed and lay on his back. Cassie always wanted to go on top. His dick beginning to stiffen all over again at the thought of being inside her tight little body.

Cassie crawled up onto the bedsheets.

"No," she said, tears streaming from her eyes, "differently today."

She remained on her hands and knees, but lowered her face down to the pillows and lifted her ass up.

"I just want to experiment."

Zac gulped. Doggy style was his old favorite position. He shifted himself on the covers, his dick rapidly swelling at the sight of his gorgeous, prostrated girlfriend. He looked at her pussy. Juices ran down her thighs.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

Zac took his dick and ran the spongy head up and down Cassandra's dribbling pussy. She moaned in desperation.

"Fuck me Zac, fuck me NOW!"

"Stop ordering me Cassie, I let you go, but you still didn't win the game."

He felt her pussy twitch. She panted loudly. Then slowly he pushed his dick inside her.

"Oh God!" she squealed. Her hands gripped the bedsheets, bunching the material between her fingers.

Gently he sawed in and out of her. Enjoying the wet, velvety feel of her snatch as it slid over his head and shaft. "Mmm," he moaned.

Gradually, he picked up the pace, gripping his big hands around her waist. Pulses of pleasure coursed along his dick. Cassie started to grunt.

"Do you like that?" he rasped.

She didn't answer, but he started to started to fuck her harder. Slamming in and out of her quick and fast. Her pussy started to squelch. Juices splattered out of her with each thrust. This was the wettest Zac had ever seen her.

"Oh fuck!" she panted, then she bit down onto the bedsheets. Muffled, wheezes of, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" filled the room.

Zac had never seen her react as quick or as powerfully before. He started to pull her towards her, hard with each deep, fast thrust.

"Spank me," she yelped.

Her back started to arch. Her pussy clamped down on his dick. Her breathing became a wail. Zac planted a firm spank on her already reddened ass.

Then she came. Hard.

Tremors erupted through her body. Her muscles spasmed. Her wail became a scream. She bucked and writhed, but Zac held her firm.

As her pussy clenched violently over his dick. Pleasure sung from every nerve in his loins. He could feel his own heat rising, his own need, his own desire. He knew he was about to explode.

He took a deep breath. His dick glowed with ecstasy. Then he unloaded.

Contractions gripped his shaft, rope after rope semen spurted deep inside Cassandra's body. He groaned as waves of heavenly satisfaction swept over him. He slowed his pace, but Cassie's pussy continued to milk his dick.

He kept going until they both collapsed into a sticky, sweaty heap.

*

Zachary Daniels -- 24th September 2118 -- 07:30

Zac awoke to find an empty indent where Cassandra's body had lain. Her pillow was wet with tears. Next to the damp spot, there was a note.

"I love you Zac, but I'm moving back to barracks. This can't work. Sorry. Cassandra xx"