Eve Sky
Chapter 7 - "My first experience." (blushes)
by StarCross
She left Evie in the care of Kelly and Farrah.
Eva was riding in a mid-sized SUV over a crackling desert road along with her vassal caravan in the midst of sundown. She sat in the middle of the second row between Anila and Vimala. Nandita was on the steering wheel with Shabana sitting in the front passenger seat.
Eva was angry at everything and at everyone, and she blamed herself for willingly taking part in Jerri's plan to ditch her fanatically loyal vassals. Yet, she also blamed Jerri, and her vassals as well.
"I can't believe you were tricked by my wife," she mumbled. "I mean, if you wanted to know more about lesbian sex, you could have asked Nandita and Shabana, or Sita and Radha."
"Sita and Radha are an item?" asked Nandita.
"Keep your eyes on the road," snapped Anila.
"Sorry. I didn't realize that Eva found out about us."
"It was obvious way before then," said Eva.
"But Sita and Radha," said Shabana. "I don't feel so isolated anymore."
"Me neither," said Nandita.
"Actually though, we played along with Miss Jerri's deception because we really thought she would teach us something new."
"Our relationship did need another revitalization after leaving New Bombay."
"Eyes on the road," said Anila.
"Sorry."
Anila sighed.
"I knew about them too," said Vimala.
"You be quiet as well," said Anila. "We have to be mentally prepared to meet Lady Nataraja after our defection."
"You know we could be executed for treason on the spot."
"But this is our Lady Eva's wishes."
"Lady Nataraja will not like it when she learns of her granddaughter's lesbian marriage."
"Eva, we can always find another way to rescue Jerri."
Eva took a deep breath. "Right now, there is no one to turn to who can match the firepower of the Congregational Corporation. This is the only thing I can think of."
In about an hour they reached the meeting spot by the ruins of a small airport of the abandoned city of Barstow. Waiting for around thirty minutes, the personal aerial armada of Susheela Nataja arrived, with the smoothly curved and gold-lined flagship Viraat descended first and foremost before Eva's eyes. Eventually, the other ornate and elegant smaller corvette and frigate airships.
Eva's vassals got out of their vehicles and stood in line. In her best dress and sari, Eva was led by hand by Anila towards the middle port gate of the Viraat, which slowly folded open. Bright golden light shone through the cracks, and once fully opened, the bangle and jewel-laden Susheela, her masked and veiled third husband Vipin, and her royal guards escorted slowly up to Eva.
No words were exchanged for many tense minutes when Susheela stared down at her prodigal granddaughter. Finally, she slapped Eva, and after a momentary hesitation she slapped her again. Then, she clenched her fists and proceeded to beat Eva into a fetal position.
Anila and the rest of Eva's vassals dared not look or else they along with their mistress would face further punishment. Any signs of their distress or disgust they could not show for Eva's sake. Knowing this, Eva was on her own in her grandmother's spurring punishment. She could not reveal to her about the developing twins in her womb, and yet she must do all she could to protect them. Susheela was kicking her, and Eva put her arms over her womb to block to her sharp kicks. The forearms quickly became bruised and bloodily scraped, and eventually she felt one of her bones fracture. Still she discreetly protected her unborn children at all costs.
"Leave the vehicles and take that Garuda Inceptor into maintenance with the others," Susheela commanded to the captain of her personal guards. "Let us board."
Anila stooped over to come to Eva's aide, but a piercing glare from Susheela implied that her granddaughter should help herself. So Anila complied, as with the rest of the vassals, and they sheepishly followed Susheela and the others.
Eva finally struggled just as the port doors whirred into operation. She lumbered just as they began folding into closing. Then the airship powered its vernier boosters, which caused a tremor that knocked Eva to her feet. This time, Vipin caught her.
"Anila," he said. "Take her to the ward."
Anila finally stopped following Susheela to turn around and bow towards Vipin. "As you wish my master."
It was another beating and whipping session, and that was required to receive the meager meal. Of course, Lieutenant Cutter could have allowed Jerri to eat before the torture so that the food would certainly be regurgitated. There was no need for Cutter to go into extremes as much as she wanted to, for there was no information to extract from the prisoner. After all, Jerri was just bait, and the torture was done as a reminder of the power of the Congregational Corporation.
The room was almost a perfect steel plated cube. There were a total of twelve round rings embedded on the floors in the ceilings primarily at the side walls, and they were used to hook up chains or strong cables to hoist the prisoner above the floor or tie her down. Jerri was hoisted up.
There were grates at the sides and one small one in the center to drain out fluids, and in this case it was Jerri's blood mixed in with bits of her sweat, skin cells, and hair. Her chest was scarred by the whippings and bruised by the punching. Before that, Cutter done her back, and even before that Cutter broke Jerri's nose and took out some of her teeth.
Cutter motioned to the two guards to let go of her restraints. Jerri slammed onto the hard floor gagging and coughing, but before she could even rest Cutter lifted her up by the hair and stared down. She never liked the look of Jerri, even in a beaten state. She knew that Jerri was resisting and challenging her as she was tortured, and so much she wanted to go to the extreme like dismembering her or pouring acid. Cutter had to take her time. She will have her chance when CEO and President Helena Charity had given everyone confirmation of Eva's capture.
She threw Jerri to the wet floor, and exited the dimly lit cell with the two guards. Jerri gathered herself as she sat up against the wall. Eventually, her meal came through the door slot on the floor, which were just a sloppy sourdough roll and a half-filled cup of water. She ignored it and waited for an hour.
Even though it had only been a day, she began preparing herself for a routine visit. It was enough for her to make her smile before the heavily robed and veiled Amazon nurse to come in and bandage up Jerri as well as give her medicine. She never knew her name, but she could only distinguish her by the albino white hair and skin and the light blue eyes. Of course, most people on board the carrier-class flagship, the AS-Ashcroft, had blue eyes, but the Amazon's were more solemn.
They hardly talked whenever they came in contact, but that was until now.
"If I may," said the Amazon, "I would like to transfer you to more comfortable quarters to rest."
"You don't have to," said Jerri. "I've been in this kind of situation at least once."
"Still, I do worry for you."
"You're too kind, but you might get reprimanded."
"Of course not. I have quite a bit of influence in this place. Wait about an hour, and I'll come back to sneak you out. Oh, and take this. I know it's just an energy bar, but it's better than what they gave you."
"Thanks."
After giving Jerri the edible energy bar, the albino Amazon forced herself to devour the sourdough roll and drink down the water. She took the tray away and exited the chambers. Jerri waited an hour later, and she heard some talking outside the door. The door opened, and the Amazon nurse bent over to hand Jerri a robe similar to hers.
"Put this on," she said. "Don't limp when we get out."
Jerri hesitated, as she thought this would be a trap put on by Cutter. But she complied, as she was presented with a slim chance of escaping. With the robe on, she moved the hood so that her bandaged face was mostly covered. She followed the Amazon's lead out of the cell. There were no guards outside.
They walked down the off-white painted steel walls that were plain and utilitarian as was the usual design of the Congregational Corporation. They passed by many soldiers, who merely smiled and nodded at the Amazon, but ignored Jerri entirely. They went one level up and past pair of elite guards into a more luxurious residential wing indicated by the glossy wood plated walls and lining and a carpeted floor. This wing was small, and it only took a moment to reach the double wooden doors that was unguarded. The Amazon took one good look around, and with the coast cleared they entered.
Once in the room, Jerri took off her hood and beheld a large, clean, and luxurious room filled with elegantly carved oak furniture and crystalline vases filled with livid and colorful flowers. This room had the additional amenities like a mini-bar, a small kitchen, a personal bathroom complete with a separate tub and shower, and a walk-in closet.
"Please make yourself at home," said the Amazon.
Jerri sat on the cushy bed. "Are you sure about this? You might get in trouble."
The Amazon proceeded to take off her veil and hood. "Don't worry. I have a lot of influence that you might think."
Her face was rugged and handsome, but a bit sullen. Her pure white hair was cut short yet had flowing bangs. And yet, there was something unique about the Amazon Jerri could not figure out.
The Amazon coughed. She quietly headed to the bathroom to procure several medicine bottles from a mirror cabinet, and from each she consumed a pill.
Jerri took off her robe and curled up comfortably on the bed. The Amazon came back and sat on a stool to watch over her.
"I can only guarantee you two hours rest," said the Amazon. "Or even less."
"It should be plenty. But before I snooze, could you give me your name?"
"I'd like to be called Carrie."
"My name is Jerri. Jerri Adams."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Jerri."
Soon enough Jerri fell asleep, and with a warm smile Carrie leaned over and brushed Jerri's cheek with a soft stroke of her index finger.
"You're so beautiful," she said.
Vipin and the nurses quickly treated to Eva's bruises and scratches, and then left her alone in the infirmary. Eva had already noticed two guards posted at the front door, so it was assumed that her position as the law-breaking prodigal daughter was that of a prisoner in own her family and corporation. She paced about the room occasionally taking a drink of water or snacking on an energy bar, and wondered about if her daughter was okay, and if her grandmother and the others realize that she was pregnant with Jerri's twin children. Most important of all, she was deathly worried about Jerri.
"Why did they have to take her?" Eva wondered. "To lure me out? For revenge of Jeremiah?"
The door was knocked, and in came Vipin and two female assistants.
"Grandfather?"
"Are you feeling better?" he asked.
"Can't say for sure."
"In any case, we brought your clothes. You will be having a private dinner with Susheela and I."
"Then it must be serious."
With that, Vipin and the assistants left Eva her new clothes and left the room. Eva promptly changed into her dark green and golden sari and waited for her escorts to pick her up. When they did, she realized it was a silent and stern Anila and Vimala.
She walked down the carpeted and elegantly lighted hallways to the majesty's sector, where the dining room and Susheela's chambers lie. Anila and Vimala bowed and excused themselves without ever turning their back at their mistress, who then allowed herself to personally enter the dining room.
After closing the double doors from behind her, Eva faced her grandparents, who were standing by their chairs waiting for their granddaughter. Eva approached her seat, and simultaneously they sat down and began to consume their warm and prepared meal.
Vipin was, in his rare occasion, allowed to show his face, even to his own granddaughter. He was a medium-brown skinned young man, barely older than Eva and has a moustache. Eva knew well that he was actually her fourth cousin, but did not know any further details let alone care to. All he knew that he was nice man that was taken by the stern and conservative Susheela after her second husband died.
Susheela was even more adorned lavishly with a more delicate sari and more expensive bangles and jewels. Her dark hair was recently colored to cover the graying, yet she could not cover the wrinkles below her eyes due to the stress of running Nataraja Agriculture, one of the most powerful conglomerate entities in Asia and the eastern hemisphere. In a sense, she was the de facto leader of the Empire of India, for without her power nothing could be done. Nataraja Agriculture and the Congregational Corporation always clashed, but they always resolve them through marriages and the trading of their subsidiary companies and property.
Eva never knew her mother, and she did not know if she was even alive, let alone existent. Susheela essentially raised her with an iron fist, and trained her in both high-class etiquette and self-defense, particularly in gun combat. They were of the Brahmin caste, and Eva was told that they were of the highest sub-caste that was so high that they were referred to as the "Upper Untouchables." Eva and her family had little or no interaction with the common people, and their contact with the sub-castes was seldom.
Would right now be the time to apologize? Even if she did, Susheela would not look at her own daughter the same way again, and perhaps this would be the last dinner should ever have. Even Vipin had a serious and somber look on his face.
It was too soon for her to despair. She must find every opportunity to prolong her life for the sake of her children and for Jerri.
"My fiancé, I mean, my wife has been kidnapped," Eva suddenly said.
The expression in her grandparents' faces did not change. Calmly, Vipin headed over into the kitchen counter to retrieve desert.
"Then you must know already," said Eva.
"You think I wouldn't?" said Susheela. "I also know that you not only had a child with her, but you're pregnant again with twins."
Eva's head sunk lower, but she did not avert her defiant gaze towards her grandmother.
"I want you to please rescue her," said Eva. "I'll abdicate my position if I have to!"
"And allow Misses Helena Charity to learn about your fornication with that woman? I will not allow it! Your lover's fate is sealed. Now, if you'll please tell me the whereabouts of your husband."
"He's dead."
Susheela raised a curious eyebrow.
"His health took a turn for the worse when he set out to look for me," continued Eva.
"I see then," Susheela smiled. "Ho-ho-ho. This is most interesting."
"Honey," said Vipin. "Don't tell me you're--"
"We must change our course and follow the Congregational fleet. Dear Eva, I might be able to rescue your lover. However, I cannot guarantee anything else."
Susheela finished her desert quickly, and hastily exited the dining room with her bangles and jewels rattling with every step. Vipin slapped his own head in disgust.
"Susheela has the blood-lust of Kali," he said.
"What's he doing grandfather?"
"You of all people should already know. She's planning to wage war against the Congregational Corporation and its nation."
"You can't be serious!"
"She has been planning even before she became head of our corporation. Your late husband may be a pawn in a marriage of convenience, but he has enough key holdings attached to him that Susheela is after."
"But she doesn't even have any kind of proof!"
"The fact of the matter that he misused your vassals to find you will be used as leverage."
"He did not misuse--wait, that is what grandmother is planning?"
Vipin somberly nodded. "And the fact that your wife is there, Susheela will do everything to erase all evidence of her capture and existence."
"Damn it... I can't believe grandmother! Vipin, I have to rescue her before an aerial battle commences!"
"I am sure by now that Susheela will be contacting Helena Charity. I'll try to help as much as possible, but for now you must go to your room. I will escort you there."
"Thank you grandfather!"
Jerri was suddenly shook into waking, but it felt more like a hard slap or hit. Carrie was leaning over her with a panicked look on her face.
"You have to hide!" she cried.
"Where?" Jerri slurred.
"Head into the closet inside the bathroom! Please hurry!"
Jerri leapt off the bed and hid as she was instructed. Yet she was still curious as to what was going on, so she left a small crack on the closet door so she could see the mirror that reflected the bedroom. She saw Carrie prettying herself up and sitting in a prim position on the bed. Moments later, the sound of the bedroom door opened, and in came Lieutenant Cutter whose appearance made Jerri's heart beat with hatred.
"Staying pretty usual aren't you?" Cutter smiled.
"Hello Enna," said Carrie. "What brings you here?"
"Oh, the usual."
Carrie lowered her head. "We should stop. Helena will find out."
"And what will she do? She'll probably execute one of my subordinates."
"I hate that about you. You shift the blame on them when they're innocent!"
"Even if she really knew, she'll still do what I have intended to do. I am a very important member of this force, who is quickly on her way to becoming major general."
"You're almost just like her. It's frightening."
"Aw, is Cary being a naughty boy?"
Boy?
"I'm afraid I'll have to teach you a little lesson," Cutter grinned.
"We just did it this morning."
"But I'm a horny bitch, and you know it."
"Please," Carrie coughed. "Stop."
Enna Cutter kissed Carrie, and then ran her hand underneath her robe. Jerri had seen situations like this where a demure and effeminate Amazon being dominated by a regular woman, but this made her unusually hot.
Cutter was now underneath her robe slurping, sucking, and swallowing. Swallowing? Jerri had been involved in fetishes where she was paid to drink her clients' urine and in a few cases devour the scat (which she had bad memories of). Yet the oral sex was too not too short and not too long.
Cutter then pushed Carrie onto the bed and stripped all of her clothes, and then proceeded to strip off her own uniform. Carrie was apparently flat-chested but muscular, and Jerri assumed that she was injected with male hormones or had surgery to appear like a man, which essentially was a service industry. She was not surprised that Cutter was riding on her as if Carrie was a man.
Wait, there would be no way Carrie would have extensive surgery. Sure, a woman, whether normal or Amazon, could radically modify oneself to appear as a man, and there was an underground service industry and illegal human trafficking of the female-to-male transgendered. Sex changes are illegal in the world, and the law was heavily enforced and addled with severe punishments. There would be no way the head of the Congregational Corporation would be holding a transgender female unless, to Jerri's sudden shock, Carrie was actually a man named Cary.
Still Jerri continued watching a live sex between what seemed to be a man and a woman, the former of which didn't appear sickly and weak as Jeremiah. Cutter was practically relishing in it and even screamed once or twice in her orgasm, while Carrie or Cary was almost limp on the bed yet struggling to endure his intercourse. With things winding down, Cutter looked down upon her or him with disappointment.
"You're done already?" she asked.
"I need my medicine."
"You can't be done. You can't! Because I'm still hot!"
"Please Enna. I might pass out."
Furious, Cutter slapped him. Then she flipped him forcefully, and as Cary lay their gasping, Cutter reached from underneath the bed and procured a double-ended strap-on dildo.
"You're supposed to be man," Cutter cried. "A man! What kind of man are you?"
Then it happened. Cutter began to penetrate Cary's exposed anus with her strap-on and began to ruthlessly fuck him. Jerri couldn't see Cary, but he could hear him groaning in pain. She could definitely sympathize with him, for anal sex, if done improperly, could hurt a lot. Jerri did not watch further, and simply stared into the darkness that was with her in the closet.
When the act ended, Jerri opened her eyes again and saw Cutter suiting back up.
"Uh, I'm sorry Cary," she said. "I got a little angry."
Cary, who was face down, groaned in response.
"I didn't mean to do that. Honest! I was just a little jealous of you spending too much time with Helena."
Cary turned and faced Cutter.
"Someday," continued Cutter, "I'd like to run away with you and have lots of children. Or at least become head of the Congregation. Whichever comes first. Anyway, I'll try to come back and see you tonight, okay?"
Cutter left the room, and immediately afterward the nude Cary sprang off the bed to run to the bathroom. He rummaged through the medicine cabinet and swallowed a couple of pills from various bottles.
It was about time for Jerri to emerge from the closet. "What a terrible woman," she said.
Almost forgetting that Jerri was there, Cary jumped and turned around. Jerri's eyes drifted towards his groin where his penis was dripping with semen, and the back of his leg running with blood. Realizing this, he covered himself.
"Sorry," said Jerri as she turned around. She then produced a bathrobe from the closet that Cary gladly received.
"Didn't mean to deceive you," said Cary.
"So that means, you're actually a..."
"Yes. I am a man."
"Oh. Wow. This is my first time seeing one in the buff. You don't look that much different from the Amazons save for what's below. And above. The breasts I mean."
"I know."
Jerri turned around, and was relieved, yet at the same time disappointed that Cary was robed. Cary went inside his small kitchen for a glass of water he poured for himself and Jerri.
"If you don't mind me asking," began Jerri, "how does it feel like?"
Cary sighed. "It's like diving into the mouth of the beast."
"Damn straight. Except I use my hands or tongue. Sometimes my tit and clit."
"So you're a prostitute then."
"A servicer to be exact. I do lots of things for women like Cutter."
"You and I must be alike then."
If you only knew, thought Jerri, as she remembered that she had the mysterious ability to impregnate other women.
"I heard from Cutter that you are the wife of Eva Nataraja," said Cary. "Did you by any chance knew the fate of Jeremiah, my brother?"
"I'm sorry Cary, but he's..."
"I expected so given that he's both my brother and uncle."
"Wha?"
"We males born into family invariably become paired up with our sisters, cousins, mothers, aunts, grandmothers, and to some extent our great-grandmothers. My wife, Helena Charity, is both my grandmother and second cousin."
"How the hell does that work?"
"It's a bit complicated, but you can guess what all that inbreeding has done to us. I was chosen by Helena because I was the most healthy of my brothers, but I'm not so sure if I was fortunate. I'm forced to live a life as a virtual love slave and a mere sperm factory. I have dreams of flying free in the world, but it cannot happen due to my gender that affords great power yet little freedom. But even if I were to go out, I would only enjoy it for a fleeting moment due to my deteriorating health and my albinism."
"Even so, at least it will be a moment you will cherish forever."
"Really?"
"You should be allowed to walk the planet in your own shoes and with your own determination. People shouldn't own people, because slavery is illegal in this planet."
Cary smiled. "Maybe you're right. The way we're trying to preserve the human race is all wrong. We shouldn't do it objectively as if we are all machines. There should be love in it. Maybe that's why the birth rate is declining dangerously.
"These women who rule the world are no different from the ruthless men of the old days. Driven by power and greed. I think they're only interested preserving themselves and a select few. I don't know if it is karma or not against males, and I accept the punishment willfully. Perhaps it is because of we defied nature during the Eugenesis Period and beforehand that all of us are punished.
"Well, it's probably about time for you to return to your cell. Wait for me as I get dressed."
"Are you sure? After that sex you don't look okay."
"I'm fine."
"You could just let me be escorted by couple of your guards."
"I insist. I like being with you."
"Oh, why thanks."
Cary dressed in his robe and disguise, and with his face properly veiled, he escorted the hooded Jerri back into her cell without incident. Once there, Jerri took off her robe disguise and handed it neatly folded to Cary.
"I am sorry that I cannot do more for you," he said.
"You've done enough."
"I'll find a way to get you out of here."
"I may be guilty of some crime."
"You're not. I know you are innocent."
Cary stroked Jerri's cheek, and then kissed it to her surprise.
"You know I love you."
Cary left, leaving a confused and blushing Jerri inside the cell. It was on that moment she almost totally forgot about Eva and her children, and then deliberated on how she and Cary could escape the clutches of Helena Charity, Cutter, and the Congregational Corporation.
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