Sex is Mandatory on Planet Z253

He nodded.

She said, "Anything, in particular, you want to do before we have intercourse?"

"Can I suck on your breasts?"

"Sure."

She took him by the hand and led him to the bed. They lay together. She grabbed a boob and offered him the nipple. He latched on and sucked. He sucked and fondled her ample tits. He took his time and caressed her soft body. She enjoyed his efforts.

He sat up and asked, "Please masturbate."

She reached out and began stroking his giant cock. He put his hand on hers and stopped it. He said, "You misheard me. I want you to masturbate."

"Oh. I haven't done that in years . . . decades actually. Well. Okay. How do you want me?"

He grabbed a pillow and put it against the headboard. "Sit up and lean on that. Bring up your knees, spread your legs, and play with your pussy."

"Oh. Okay."

She did as he requested. He sat on the bed where he had a good view of everything. She licked a finger and tentatively brought it to her sex. Her face blushed red as she rubbed up and down her slit. She rubbed her labia and then her clit. She looked at him. He was staring at her hand. She asked, "Like this?"

"Yes. That's good."

She masturbated. Her heart rate increased, her breathing became ragged, and the smell of her arousal filled the room. Her pussy got wetter and more slippery.

In spite of her earlier concerns, she found that she was enjoying it. She moaned, "Oh. Oh." as she played with herself.

"Oh. This feels good. It's been a long, long time since the finger in my pussy was my own," she said and laughed.

He had a look of concentration on his face. He sat and stared. He didn't touch his dick. He just watched her masturbate.

She asked, "Do you like seeing me touch myself?"

"Yes."

"It's so naughty."

"Yes. Fist yourself, please," Dillon said.

"What?"

He stood, went to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and got out the lube. "Put your hand or as much of it as you can in your vagina. Stick your hand out and I'll give you some lube."

She did. He did.

"Does this excite you?" she asked as she folded her finger together and pressed them into her sex.

"Not really."

June pulled her hand away and asked, "Then why did you ask me to do it?"

"Can I be frank? Doctor/patient confidential frank?"

"Yes. I won't tell anyone."

"I can't tell when a woman is ready. Not by how loud she moans or how wet her pussy appears. My mother and I have experimented and developed this system through trial and error."

"You've had sex with your mother?"

"Yes. Not hot, lusty sex, but 'learning how not to destroy my partner's vagina' sex."

A shiver went down her spine. June said, "I see."

"What we discovered is the woman should masturbate until I hear squishy vagina sounds or she cums. That means she's adequately lubricated, not for my dick, but for the next step. Then, I have her fist herself. If she can do that, I can fit inside her."

"Why don't you take it slow and feed her a little of your dick at a time?"

"That hasn't worked. I've hurt too many partners. I don't get enough feedback to know how fast is too fast or how much is too much. The women are distracted, scared, in pain, or in awe, and they don't communicate well with me.

"Your brain gets immediate feedback on everything you do. When you stick your hand in your pussy, your brain tells you exactly how to do it. When to pause. When to take a calming breath. You get the angle and speed right. Try it."

"Okay." She folded her hand. After much work and many attempts, she inserted it into her vagina.

"You're right. If something as big as my hand was about to penetrate me I'd be scared to death. But since it's my hand, I know how fast to go, when to take a break, when to take a deep breath, and when to will my body to relax."

She twisted her hand about and said, "Hey, look! My hand is inside me."

They both looked down and saw her wrist. Her hand and fingers were out of sight.

"This is the sure test. When my mother and the other women can shove a hand into their pussies, they are ready for me. Shall we give it a go?"

"Okay." June thrust her hand inside herself a few times. "Oh. Mmmm. This does stretch a girl good. Ohhhh!"

She lay on her back. Dillion knelt between her legs, placed the head of his massive cock at her opening, and drove it forward slowly.

"Ohhh. Oh. Wow!" she exclaimed. She wiggled her bottom to accommodate his monster cock and then said, "Okay. I'm ready. Give me more."

He drove into her slowly and carefully. They both watch it, bit by bit, slowly sink into her.

"Oh! That's a big dick," she exclaimed more than once.

Two minutes later, he was still working it into her. She moaned, "That's a good dick!"

She groaned more as he carefully bottomed out. "There," he announced. "You've taken all of me."

"Thank God, you're my last partner! You've ruined me for anyone else."

Sweat was dripping off her brow, she was breathing heavily as he pulled out and thrust back it. He did it slowly and carefully. He tripped all her pleasure sensors.

"Ohhh. I've never been stretched this much or felt so full."

He reamed her.

"Wow! Guys have pleased me. Many have hit me in a good spot. You hit all the spots. I feel you everywhere. Top. Bottom. Left and right. Ahhh. Keep doing what you're doing!"

Dillion fucked her. He was able to go faster as she got wetter, acclimated to his size, and became more aroused.

She exclaimed, "You're like a machine. You're bulldozing my pussy. Nothing can stop you! You fill me. Stretch me. Complete me!"

Five wonderful minutes passed. They both were into it. They were sweating, sighing with pleasure, and breathing loudly through their mouths. Their hearts raced.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she hollered as she came on his dick. Her body felt like it was on fire. Her insides convulsed. Her consciousness was carried away on waves of pleasure.

He saw her cum and climaxed too. His thick cum filled her belly. He collapsed on her. They were lost in pleasure.

Many minutes passed. Then she grabbed his face and kissed him on his lips. "Mwah. I've orgasmed before, but that . . . that was special. I'm sending your mother a thank you note. She did a hard thing having sex with you, but a dick your size requires training. She's made you a lover all women will want."

She kissed him hard on the lips. When the kiss broke she asked, "Can I see you again?"

"Yes."

"Soon? No." She answered her own question. She explained, "I imagine I'm going to need some time to recover from this."

He smiled at her and said, "You're welcome in my bed anytime."

They lay together a little longer. He played with her big, soft tits. She played with his soft cock and marveled at the pleasure it had brought her.

"Join me in the shower, big boy?"

"Sure."

They got out of bed and hopped in the shower. They washed each other and enjoyed groping, touching, fondling, and cleaning each other. He got hard.

She got on her knees and said, "I'm not sending you home like that. My pussy is too sore, but I'd be glad to blow you."

"Great."

She struggled to get him in her mouth. She could only handle an inch or two. "That's all my jaw will allow," she said and giggled.

She persevered. It was more a handjob than a blowjob, but she got him off.

"Ohh. Ohhh!" he cried. She pulled off and took it on the face. She laughed as he blasted his cum on her.

"Oh, what a morning!" she exclaimed. "I may not have gotten pregnant, but it's not for want of trying."

She washed his spunk off her. They got out of the shower and dried off. He donned his robe and left after they shared another deep kiss.

June dressed and went to the lobby. It was a little before noon. She expected to find her daughter. In her mind, she was running through a list of places they could go to lunch. She didn't see her.

She asked the receptionist, "Florence, have you seen my daughter?"

"No. She hasn't come out. Her last partner left twenty minutes ago. I'll help you find her. I need to get out from behind this desk and stretch my legs," Flo answered with a smile.

The two women walked down the hall. They came to room #2. June knocked. They waited. There was no response. She tried the door. It was locked. June asked, "Do you have the key?"

"Yes." Florence got out her master key and unlocked the door. They looked inside and didn't see her.

June said, "I hear the shower running." She called out, "Betsy?"

"Mom?"

Both women entered the room. June was in the lead. She opened the door to the bathroom and the women saw Betsy naked. She had collapsed in a heap on the shower floor. The teenager's head was down. Her shoulders were slumped and quaking. She was sobbing.

June rushed to her daughter.

The sight filled Florence with sadness. She suspected that some man had mistreated the young woman. She backed out of the room and gave the mother and daughter some privacy.

June turned off the shower. She knelt beside her baby and asked, "Betsy, what's the matter!"

"They hurt me!"

"Who?"

"The Governor and Dr. Monson."

"What did they do?"

"They abused me. Monroe pinched my nipple so hard I thought he was going to rip it off. I screamed bloody murder. Dr. Monson pretended to be my friend. Then, he turned on me and raped me in the ass!" The young woman burst into tears.

June was fuming. She scanned her daughter's body and saw a deep purple bruise on one nipple. She looked at her bum and saw nothing. She touched her anus with a finger. Betsy flinched and hollered, "Ouch! I'm sore there."

"Honey, I need to check your butt." June licked her right index finger and inserted it into her daughter's anus.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Betsy cried.

"Sorry, baby," June said. She shoved it all the way in and felt around. When she pulled her finger out,

she said, "I see some blood on my finger, but not enough to worry me. I didn't detect any tearing or damage to your colon."

Her face took on a hard look. Her blood boiled. She said, "Those sons of bitches! They'll pay. They...will...pay."

Her girl stopped crying, she looked at her mom, and asked, "Why aren't all men kind, like Hunter?"

"The world would be a better place if that were the case."

Betsy asked, "Was it my fault? Were my expectations too high? After my time with Hunter, I expected sex to be nice. Sage was my first partner today. He explained that this wasn't a date. This was an obligation. That the goal was to get me pregnant, not to please me. He didn't pleasure me. He didn't even try."

She looked up at her mother with innocent, doe-like eyes and said, "Hunter looked out for me. He made sure that mentally and physically I was ready for penetration. Sage just thrust into me. I wasn't wet enough. It hurt. He told me it was my responsibility to prepare my body for intercourse."

Her mother nodded signaling that she was listening.

Betsy continued,"The Governor was a creep. He kept telling me about the times he'd had sex with you, what you do in bed, and how our bodies compare. It was icky. I did things I didn't want to do to make him cum quickly so I could tell him to get out. He pinched my nipple really hard. I think he got off on causing me pain.

"Dr. Monson started out acting kind and being considerate," Betsy said. She hugged her mother tight and then she pulled back, looked her in her eyes, and said, "He actually was a good lover. He was a little rough and pounded my pussy. In a good way. Then, he pulled his dick out of my vagina and shoved it into my ass. I screamed. He said it was an accident, but he kept it there and fucked my butt while I cried."

"I'm so sorry," June said.

"Take me home," Betsy said softly. She repeated her words sounding more desperate. "Mom, take me home!"

"Okay."

June helped Betsy stand. She dried her off and helped her dress. As they walked through the lobby to exit the building, Florence call out, "Betsy, I'm so sorry the men were mean to you. June, can I speak to you. Alone."

June settled her daughter in a chair and the two adults walked off to have a private conversation. Flo said, "I'm so sorry your daughter has been hurt. It's my fault." She burst into tears.

"What do you mean?"

"After the Governor was with Betsy, he went to the men's waiting room and said some things to Dr. Monson. I was nearby. They didn't know I was there. I heard everything."

June nodded.

"The Governor spoke . . ." She paused as if searching for the right words. "Ah, he spoke disrespectfully of you and your daughter. He said, "I bent her to my will".

"The bastard." June spat the words out.

"He described his relationship with Dr. Monson as 'thick as thieves' and gave the doctor some suggestions. He said the doctor should bad mouth him to win your daughter over because that would lead to a 'more enthusiastic fuck'." Florence's face turned red, her hand shot up and covered her mouth, she added, "Pardon the vulgar language, but those were the Governor's words."

"I understand. Please continue."

"Dr. Monson was glad to receive his advice. They made a date to meet at 9:30 tonight at the Big Boulder hunting lodge to trade stories of their sexual experiences with Betsy."

"Florence, you heard the men conspiring. You are hardly responsible for their actions. The news that Monroe and Monson are inconsiderate bastards, out to maximize their pleasure even at the expense of others, is not news. They've misbehaved with me. I should have warned Betsy about them."

Both women had distressed looks on their faces. June said, "Thanks for telling me. I've got to get Betsy home."

She gathered up her daughter. They got into her vehicle. On the drive home, June said, "Baby, I'm going to fix this. This will never happen again. I will make those bastards pay."

"Good," Betsy answered indignantly.

"You can't tell your father or brother what happened."

"Why not?"

"They would kill Monroe and Monson."

"Good. They deserve it."

"Yes, but your brother and father will be so filled with angry they will march right up to them and kill them. They won't care if a hundred people see them do it. They'll be caught and sent to jail for the rest of their lives."

"I don't want that."

"That's why you have to let me handle it."

"Okay, Mom."

A minute later, June pressed her comm button and said, "Charles."

He responded quickly, "Yes, June."

"Can you join Betsy and me for lunch at my house?"

"Sure. I had a hectic morning. I deserve a good meal with two beautiful women. See you in fifteen minutes."

"Great."

June pulled into the driveway of their house and parked. She got out of the car and helped her daughter into their home.

Betsy said, "Mom, I'm not hungry. I'm going to take bath and maybe a nap."

"Okay. If you change your mind, join us."

Betsy went into the bathroom, filled the tub, tossed in some bath salts, undressed, and slid into the warm water. June made soup and sandwiches. As she was cutting the crust off the sandwiches, the doorbell rang. She answered it. It was Charles.

"Hello," he said when she opened the door.

"Hi. Come in." She gave him a peck on the cheek and said, "Betsy's resting. It'll just be the two of us."

The sat down at the kitchen table, ate lunch, and talked about mundane things. When they were done, June asked, "Charles, I know that part of your job is to maintain and repair the electronic bands that everyone wears. You took mine off once to work on it. Can you remove it and have it continue to send out the normal, basic data it transmits when attached to me?"

"Yes," he answered warily. "Why are you asking?"

She looked at him earnestly and said, "The less you know the better. Let's just say I want to be off the grid for a while."

"June, it sounds like you're in trouble."

She bit her lip, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm trying to protect you. Xander doesn't even know about this."

"What kind of clandestine mission are you running and why? I hope you know you can trust me to keep a secret."

"I'm going to kill Governor Monroe and Dr. Monson."

"What? Why?"

"They did terrible things to Betsy at the clinic under the guise of the propagation program. Come with me," she said. She led him down the hall to her daughter's room. She knocked and called out, "Betsy, I have Charles with me."

"Oh, give me a sec." Ten seconds passed and Betsy hollered, "Okay. I'm decent. You can come in."

June opened the door. She and Charles saw her tying the belt on her white, combed cotton bathrobe.

June said, "Betsy, I'm putting together a plan to make your abusers pay. I'm asking Charles to help. If he's going to be involved, he deserves to know why. Tell him what happened today."

Betsy teared up and sat on her bed. She looked at both adults and then looked down at the floor. She spoke slowly in a monotone and told her story. Charles and June were silent as she described the pain she endured and the fear and humiliation she felt.

When her tale was done, June said, "Betsy, show him your nipple."

Charles said, "That's not necessary. Let's not embarrass the girl."

"Yes. It is," June said. "Hearing of her ordeal is one thing. Seeing her injury will take your understanding to another level."

Betsy stood up and said, "I just told you I was sodomized. Nothing could be more embarrassing." She stood, untied her robe, and exposed her boob and its damaged nipple. She said, "They say a picture is worth a thousand words."

"Oh my God!" Charles said. He stared. His eyes locked on her purple flesh. Then, his face showed a look of recognition and horror. "I've seen that injury before. On my daughter!"

"This happened to Penelope?" June asked.

Charles brought his hand to his forehead and ran it through his thick hair. He turned around and took a few steps. He said, "I came home one night, walked through an empty house, and into my master bathroom. Penelope and Maggie were in there. Penny was topless and Maggie was applying some ointment to her nipple. Her nipple looked exactly like yours."

"Had she been with Governor Monroe?" Betsy asked.

Charles turned and faced the women. He said, "I don't know. She'd ovulated and had gone to the clinic. It's hard enough knowing my wife or daughter is going to be forced to have sex, I prefer not knowing who their partners are. I asked her what happened. She said she had been wearing nipple clamps, the chain got tangled, and this was the results. Now I wonder."

June hit her comm button and said, "Penelope."

Five seconds later, they all heard a response, "Yes, Mrs. Young."

June held up her hand, signaling the others to be quiet. She said, "Sorry to bother you, but Betsy was paired with Governor Monroe at the clinic today. He hurt her. He pinched her nipple hard."

"Oh, no! He did the same thing to me and to some of my friends. He likes to hurt women and he abuses the young ones because he can get away with it."

"I thought so," June said.

"I'm sorry that happened to Betsy. I hope she gets better soon. My nipple turned a deep purple color and was sore for weeks."

"Thanks for sharing. I've got to run. Bye."

"Good-bye."

June turned to Charles and asked, "Will you help me put an end to this?"

"Yes," Charles responded.

"Thank you," June said. "Betsy, get some rest. Charles and I have to talk." She exited the room. Charles followed. He shut the bedroom door as he left.

June went into the family room and sat on the sofa. Charles sat beside her. She fumed and said, "I'm going to kill them tonight. I've got access to a drug that will incapacitate them. Monroe and Monson are meeting at a remote location to discuss what a great fuck my daughter was. I know where. A friend overheard them."

She balled her hands up into fists and said, "I need you to make it look like I was here all night."

He leaned over and put his large hands over her small ones and said, "I feel your pain. I'm mad as hell too. Monroe hurt your daughter, my daughter, and, unfortunately, probably countless others. I can activate the cloaking feature on our wristbands. It will disable the tracking feature on the bands so no one will know we ever left your house. Our bands will send out false data on all the rest of the things that are monitored so no alarms will be raised by things like elevated heart rates or high levels of adrenaline in our bloodstreams."