Read The Ecstasy of Tral-Gothica Online
Authors: Victor Hadnot,Amanda Travis
Tags: #space romance, #science fiction eroticasex, #fantasylust
The Ecstasy of Tral-Gothica (2 page)
“Babe, you might want to buy an
extra pair.”
Simon ruffled his brow. “Really?
Why?”
“I think my mom and dad would like
to see the headlines.”
“Oh. Ok, when I pick up ours I’ll
get an extra pair.”
“Great, and I’ll pay you when I see
you.”
“What? That’s crazy, Stella. I’ll
just get them. I’m pretty sure I’m going to make a good profit off
my crop.”
“Are you sure?” Her big green eyes
expressed.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Look, I gotta
go.”
“Ok, Babe, you be careful for me,
okay?” And with that, she held up the call-all and they kissed,
then the device went silent and dark. She put it away and just
rested back, listening to the music on the radio. The DJ was
talking about a student protest that was suppose to be getting
ready to happen. They were looking for anyone who felt that the
system was failing them to join. Stella listened to various people
talking about the way that humans were treating the indigenous
population that was on the planet before it was colonized. The
protest was suppose to be held in several towns, linked and meant
to send a signal to the government, that oppressing the natives of
Tral-Gothica was morally wrong. She really didn’t know where she
came down on the subject. At some point she decided that those
people were just trouble makers, some of the more well to do,
children of the colony, that had way too much time on their hands.
They bitched about the cost of an education, that it should
actually be free. Education, she thought, people like her and
Simon, had to be home schooled, as did most of the kids who lived
in the rural areas. The young people who lived in the urban areas,
their lifestyles were very different. They had lots of things that
they took for granted. So, Stella was having a hard time relating
to some spoiled rich young people, calling for change, when they
had it made. They were the privileged ones. What were they bitching
about?
Still, as she listened and in
between neo-hippy talk and the great music being played, she began
to wonder if some of the people, who were protesting against the
oppression of the indigenous beings, didn’t in some way have a
point. It was that she had been brought up a certain way.
Colonization had to succeed at all cost, the very survival of the
human race depended on mankind’s ability to re-allocate the
natives, for their own safety. After all, the many different kinds
of machines that people used to mine the planet and extract natural
resources, resources, which by the way was the main reason that the
colony was created in the first place, the machines of mankind
could do serious damage to the simple mined natives of
Tral-Gothica.
As she finally wandered on off to
sleep, she wondered what it might have been like, if humans had
just tried to work with the inhabitants of the planet. The next day
was anything but routine. As she was doing her routine, a group of
military vehicles came close by several of the farms, as they
headed on into town. Stella had never seen military combat robots
up close. Fact of the matter was that most people had never had
anything to do with the military operations of
colonization.
“Why are they headed into town?”
asked Stella’s mother, as they all stood and watched the
spectacle.
Her father uttered. “I don’t like
it.”
“Why?” asked Stella.
“You are too young to remember, but
way back in the day...” oh, here we go again, dad is going to be
going down memory lane, “...and a little less than half the young
men and women were drafted into the service.”
Stella’s mother said, “Honey, maybe
they are just coming to town for some kind of a parade or
something. You know, every once in a while, the government likes to
remind us of how it is still on top of everything.”
Her dad shrugged, “Maybe you are
right. There is nothing out here but farms. All the massive mining
is hundreds of miles away. And that goes for the other natural
resources as well, that they drill for.”
Stella shocked her parents by
saying. “You ever think that maybe the native Tral-Gothican’s
should be allowed to profit from the immense wealth that we
generate from their planet?”
Her mother and father stopped what
they were doing and studied their daughter for a moment. “Honey, we
are as liberal as the next family. But the natives of this world,
while not exactly stupid, don’t have the mental capacity to fully
understand the complexity of who we are and where we came
from.”
“Mom, Dad, that sounds prejudice.”
Stella retorted.
“I know it sounds harsh, sweetie,
but it is the truth. They thought we were some kind of gods, when
the first colonist arrived about a hundred years ago. We tried to
teach them our ways, but they were never able to adapt to our way
of life. So, it is better for them and us, that the two species
don’t mix.”
Stella said, “I know what we’ve been
taught. But, seriously, there has to be some other way. I mean,
they didn’t do anything, they were here first. Crimes against
humanity...”
“That is the whole point, dear. They
are not human. They are more animal than intelligent being. Genetic
testing has confirmed. They are about three fourths as good as us.”
Stella’s mother said.
Her dad spoke. “No, I think it is
more like two thirds, hon.” And with that they walked on a little
closer to the military spectacle passing on down the
road.
Stella pulled her long pretty wavy
red hair back. Tied it and then, started on back. As she walked
down the path, she came across Patty, who was also watching the
spectacle.
Patty questioned. “Trouble,
Stella?”
Stella stopped and studied the
robot. Now if Patty had enough sense to wonder what was going on,
and she was just an appliance, how much more intelligence did the
native Tral-Gothicans possess?
THE HAND THAT FEEDS
“
Never question
what is wrong, you already know what is wrong, question rather,
what is right.” Catherine Xio
It was a nice drive into town. If
one chose to use an aircar, you could be there in no time. But
aircars were very expensive and a good old truck got you there in a
reasonable period of time. Stella took the family truck into town
where she was suppose to meet her boy friend Simon. He’d been there
for a few days taking care of business. Most of the farmers grew
two types of crops, one that could feed and one that produced cash.
Even on the farm where Stella and her parents lived, the same was
true. The drive would take her through several small patches, where
there were mom and pop stores, nothing really fancy, just
practical. Like the people who lived in the farming sector. The
land had been partitioned off into purposes. There was a section
for farming and a section for cattle and livestock, orchards and
vineyards. Just depended on who you were and what you were good at
doing. That was how it all started, but over the decades, children
were born and after awhile, things were just the way that they
were. Stella’s dog, Bark, came along for the ride, he liked to
travel when ever someone would let him. Bark stuck his head out of
the window, on the passenger’s side of the truck. Stella had loud
music playing and she would try and sing along whenever she felt
the need. She wasn’t a good singer, but she could hold a tune when
she had to. Most of the time her singing was kept to singing at
church. But, there was the occasional fair and other opportunities
that presented itself. She wasn’t fooling herself, she knew that
there was only so many ways to get out of the rut that most young
people found themselves in, back on the farm.
You hear about all sorts of things
that go on in the city, then you look at your life in contrast,
watching things grow very slow, it was like time almost stood
still. She passed by a small outdoor store that was selling fresh
fruit, supposedly from the farm that sat way back down a small
road. She and Bark got out of the truck and went over to the two
kids that were sitting comfortably under the shade of the
stand.
“What kind of fruit do you have?”
asked Stella, picking up something that looked like an apple, but
wasn’t.
The teenage girl answered, “Most of
the fruit comes from our farm. Here try this, it’s something that
my paw and maw developed.”
Developed was the key word in what
the teenager said. Even though they were miles away from real
civilization, science was deeply ingrained in everything that
people did on Tral-Gothica, even when it appeared to be backwards
and ignorant, which for the most part, happened all the time. It
wasn’t that the people were backwards or ignorant, for the most
part traveling from Earth to a distant star took all sorts of
technology. But, over the course of time, after settling in, people
began to form clans and develop notions and ideas. It wasn’t long
until a small copy of Earth’s prejudices and morality, or lack
thereof began to dominate and dictate who they were.
The teenaged boy, who was remarkably
ordinary studied Stella, then uttered, “You are pretty.”
Stella and presumably his sister
bother fixed their eyes on him. “Thanks for the fruit.” Stella
turned to the girl, flatly ignoring the boy.
As Stella and Bark went back to the
truck, she could hear his sister scolding him, as to how to
properly treat customers. After all, it wasn’t like there were a
whole flock of people traveling down the single lonely road. After
having left in the morning, Stella and Bark arrived in town by
evening. The truck ran on hydrogen, which was stored in a perfect
form, water. Because water was the natural way to store hydrogen,
the truck’s engine was designed to take the water, run a small
electrical current through it, which would dislodge the oxygen from
the hydrogen, send it into the combustion chambers, where the
hydrogen and oxygen were reintroduced, and finally, converted back
into water. In a semi-closed system like that, one could
technically go forever, without ever needing to stop, to refill,
and if you did, it was water. That magical element that could be
used to save lives, and power cars and other craft.
For just decades the super-corps
went around buying up patents that had anything to do with water
powered vehicles, after all, what good was a clean, green-friendly
method of transportation, that didn’t require that you visit the
pump to refuel? There was no money in it, the public couldn’t be
held hostage to Central Oil and Public Co., all mega oil companies
that owned the rights to every oil and gas discovery on Earth. The
problem began when those patents all began to expire and their
patent attorney’s were severely hampered by the Trilberg-Aven
decision, which in effect said that oil companies couldn’t oppress
progress for gain. That opened up a floodgate of lawsuits, where
small companies and inventors, began to sue and win in court,
decisions that would allow fair competition. If you could make a
product that didn’t destroy the planet, and got the job done
equally and in most cases, better, then, you were free to explore
the market. And because the same applied to the oil companies which
in turn, owned the big pharmacy companies, cures that were before
touted as being impossible to find, suddenly emerged, some being a
century old in its discovery. Rich people had sat on cures for
cancer, Aids,
cerebral palsy, Alzheimer’s, you
name it, even the common cold. Why? Why was this going on? Because
a few super rich families managed to create an aristocracy. Thy
believed that their wealth and survival, was more important than
the well being of the planet. And even when the first colonizations
began to take place, the Moon, Mars, and other places within the
solar system, which eventually led to the technology to colonize on
other worlds beyond Earth’s solar system, the greed and immorality
of oppression prevailed. The government simply didn’t really exist
anymore, if it ever did. Wealthy people began to leave their wealth
to their clones instead of their children, to which it might have
been debatable if that would have made any difference, because each
child that inherited rarely did anything to make it better. But
with the ability to will your entire wealth and legacy to yourself,
well, there went any kind of illusion that human society hadn’t
reached a point of decay and depravation. The old adage, “Fuck the
poor”, really rung true.
Things seemed to work for them,
until, intelligent life was found on most of the so called
inhabitable planets. And the very wealthy wanted to get as far away
from Earth as they could, having turned it into something, less
that the jewel it once was. The water was polluted beyond repair.
The air was corrupted beyond repair. The ground was polluted beyond
repair. And like rats abandoning the ship before it sank, so were
the super wealthy. However, on distant worlds, you need people,
populations, the natives don’t want you there, killing and
polluting, corrupting. We didn’t belong there, we had managed to
destroy our once beautiful world, and now, we were doing the same
to everyone else’s.
Stella found Simon in a pub doing
backdoor deals. He was very skilled at the art of selling and
buying. When he saw her he motioned her over with a smile on his
face.
“Hey, babe, when did you get into
town?” he asked, while some of the people he was with, made
room.
“Just got in about an hour ago.” She
uttered and kissed him.
“Good. Well, let me finish up here.
A couple of the people here are off world, they want to buy some of
my crop for medical uses.”
“Why don’t they just grow it on
their own world?”
“Not every planet’s ecology is
suited for optimal production. Tral-Gothica just happens to grow
some of the best industrial and medal grade hemp. Some of their
stuff just doesn’t have the same properties of mine.”
It was true, one of the big problems
was that the soil on a lot of planets that were now inhabited with
colonies from Earth, wasn’t exactly compatible with the planet life
on Earth. The discovery that Earth had planet specific traits, that
allowed plant-life to flourish, didn’t translate too well on other
worlds, where their was already a complex ecosystem. Soil
composition, air, weather, climate, some plants did well, most
could not make the adjustment, while others went through all sorts
of strange and harmful mutations. Take the lowly carrot for
example. On Earth, it was a nutritious vegetable. On some other
planet, it mutated to the point, that one bite was so poisonous it
could kill a man almost instantly. Colonization was far more
complicated than what might have been imagined, or scientifically
anticipated. Each world had its own set of rules, its own origins.
You go to that world, you have to learn to play with that world’s
rules. And that is what made Tral-Gothica such a wonderful place
for mankind to naturally settle. For while it did have its own
indigenous population, for which humans oppressed and in some
cases, enslaved, having not learned anything from Earth’s past
history about what happens when you enslave and oppress, conduct
genocide; the very rich only caring about the bottom line. It was
the history of making money that only mattered to them, and, they’d
crush you or anyone else that got in their way.
But, people had a way of surviving
and fate had a way of foiling the mighty and the powerful. It
turned out that those planets that had sizable populations of
humans, ranging in the millions, did better than those whose
population, for whatever reason, never grew beyond the thousands.
So, as much as they didn’t want to do it, super-corps needed the
little guy, in order to further their agenda of stellar conquest.
After Simon was finished with business, they went to someplace
quiet and had a nice little romantic dinner. Then they went to his
hotel room, where they settled in for the night.
Simon and Stella began to make out
almost from the moment they had privacy. They slowly and sensuously
removed each other’s clothes, tossing them wherever, and they fell
on the bed. Simon was very handsome and rugged looking. He didn’t
look like a model, he looked like the kind of guy that Stella
liked, strong features, toned body, a type of seductive musk about
him. Simon kissed Stella slowly as he moved down towards her
voluptuous breasts, kissing them and sucking her tits. She shifted
and moaned as he touched her. She ran her hands in his thick locks,
pulling him back up so she could kiss him, then pushing him back
down to the pleasure. She could feel his teeth as they lovingly
pinched her nipples, her nipples was so puffed up from arousal. His
seriously hard cock was involuntarily rubbing against her body. Oh,
she could feel his inches as they grew. He made love to her breasts
for awhile then slowly moved on down to her pussy. Oh, yes, that
was what she wanted, as she felt his tongue slowly enter into her
hole. Oh, yes, he began to lap her cunt like a dog laps water,
licking up her wet pussy juices. She was hot now, breathing heavy,
as she held his face to her cunt, letting her strong legs coral him
there. Fuck me! Her thoughts raced. Simon began to alternated from
his skilled tongue to his rough manly fingers, sticking them in her
body, rolling then around inside of her. Then, he rolled her over
on her stomach, she stuck her butt up slightly, as he cracked open
her butt cheeks and began to lick her tight wanting asshole. Oh,
that’s it, baby. Her mind raced with pleasure and passion. She felt
his tongue entering her butt hole, darting in and out, oh, the
tension and passion of the feelings. Then she lifted herself up,
her butt sticking up even more, as she positioned some pillows
under her pelvis.
“Take it, babe!” The words slipped
out of her breathless mouth.
And he did, as she felt his big
juicy cock. That thick throbbing wand of pleasure, as it entered
into her asshole. Oh, damn! It was so good! Every inch of dick
finding it’s way up her butt. But, he didn’t stop there, he began
to rock in and out, roll it around in her body, exploring her
insides. That led to a serious anal pounding, as his balls slapped
against her pussy and his dick, drilled her asshole. Then, she
rolled over and he cracked open her legs and pushed them all the
way to her shoulders, exposing her wet dripping pussy. He began to
lick it some more, slurping up her cunt juice. She violently
shifted around, not able to stand it anymore, and took command of
his cock, that wonderful cock of his, and she began to suck and
roll and gnaw on it, like the love bone that it was. His cock
swollen in her mouth, throbbing and erecting, it was alive with
little gestures and pleasure in her throat. Mmmm, how she liked to
suck dick. Her tongue teased his dick head. Swirling around his
cock head, then she would violently force as much of his dick into
her mouth as she could. Simon always had a rather meaty dick, a
nice ten inches of pleasure, hung nicely, she always considered it
to be a pretty dick. Some men might has a big dick, but it wasn’t
pretty. Simon’s cock was beautiful and she sucked it so hard,
rolling and slurping and licking that thing, trying to tame that
which refused to be tame. She could feel him tense up, he was
almost there, but she selfishly want him in her pussy. So, she
backed off, and positioned herself, as he shifted on top of her,
with her legs cracked wide open, he held each one, as his cock
entered into her pussy hole, with command and
importance.
“Take it, babe! Violate the hell out
of it!” she commanded him.
And he began to bang the fuck out of
her. Going in and out, dick flying inside of her, giving her such
wanton pleasure. And then, just when she thought she couldn’t stand
it anymore, he switched to her exposed asshole, and began to finish
it off. Oh, the sheer size of his dick and the massive length, it
fitted just right inside of her asshole. Then, he began to shake
and utter, as he began a long series of cum. It was so intense,
that he spread her legs out to the point that she was doing a
v-shaped split, his cock stuck firmly inside of her wanton asshole.
She took hold of his face and looked him in the eyes as her own cum
sequence began. She held his face so hard that it began to turn
colors. And then, with one found swoop, they both came and
collapsed in ecstasy.
They just lay there, two young
people, breathing heavy and sweat covering their bodies. At one
point, she licked her lips and tasted her own shit, from his dick,
she took a little on her finger and inserted it into his mouth and
sealed it with a long wet kiss.
“Taste like chocolate...” she
uttered while trying to catch her breath.
After a long time, and a little
post-play, they took a shower. Cleaned up nicely, kissed one
another and spooned, as they went to bed. It was a nice evening.
Romantic dinner. Hot nasty sex, which was how she liked it. Simon
had been trained by her, because when they first made love, when
they were much younger, just teenagers, he had all sorts of hangups
on how it should be done. She on the other hand, had needs, she
wanted pleasure, having explored those parts of her body that
demanded attention. So, they slept and Stella dreamed.
She dreamed that she was standing on
the glen, and someone was busy eating her out down there. She had a
golden plate in her hand, and when the passion reached a certain
point, she put the plate behind her, under her butt hole and began
to shit onto the plate. After she pooped, she raised the plate up
and began to eat her own shit. The man who was eating her out, she
couldn’t quite make out who he was, but he spoke in a strange
language that she could not understand. This went on for awhile and
then she woke up. She looked around the darkroom, Simon was
sleeping next to her. She kissed his lips and kissed his now very
relaxed penis, and rolled over and went back to sleep. Then, she
had a second dream. A man was busy sucking her breasts ever so
wonderfully. In her hand was a golden plate. She placed the plate
under her butt hole and pooped onto it. Then, she took the plate
full of poop and began to eat it again. Her poop tasted very sweet
to her, but again, she liked the taste of poop, specially her own.
This time, she awoke, and behold, it was just a dream. So, she
shifted her position and fell asleep again. And this time, she
dreamed that a man was talking to her in a language that she
clearly did not understand. And again, she had a golden plate. She
placed the plate under her asshole, and began to take a serious
shit, onto the plate. She brought the plate up and this time, the
man wanted to share with her, but she was selfish, and would not
share her nice moist shit with him. It was all hers and she stood
there, eating her bowel movement in front of him.
When she awoke this time, it was
morning. Simon had already gotten up and had left her a sweet and
loving note. He had further business to deal with. She got dressed
and left the hotel and went to her aunt Jenny’s house, which was
situated at the end of town, just on your way out, back to Stella’s
parents farm.
Aunt Jenny was younger than Stella’s
parents. And while Stella’s parents were obviously neo-hippies,
Jenny was just the opposite. They hadn’t seen one another in awhile
and her aunt was very happy to see her and they enjoyed the visit.
They talked, the kind of talk that is reserved for face to face,
not the kind that often happens over the call-all. There was
something more personal about spending real time with someone,
specially someone that you loved. And Stella loved her aunt Jenny.
Jenny was raised differently from Stella’s parents, she was raised
in the city, and it was only when Stella’s grandmother died that
Jenny came to live in the farming sector. There was no secret that
Jenny would much rather return to the city but in her grandmother’s
will, a family member had to actually live in the wonderful
pseudo-Victorian home. Often, buildings and houses were fashioned
off of period’s from Earth. It was a way of helping to adjust to
the sometimes obvious fact that people didn’t actually belong on
Tral-Gothica. And no matter how much humans took over the planet,
often like an infestation. The planet would rebel, as if, because
the original people, the natives, could not. Maybe it was a way of
the universe fighting back? Jenny, unlike Stella’s parents, didn’t
like the way that humans treated the natives. She tried time and
again to tell Stella about the oppression and depravity of the
colonization programs. Not just there on Tral-Gothica, but
elsewhere as well. But, this time as Jenny was doing her usual
thing, the two women were having coffee and cakes. Stella surprised
her.
