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Siren Sappho

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sprite

Homeward I sail to the shores of Lesbos

Sappho is my Siren

Once outward bound I faced away

And saw not home and comfort

My course was plotted by others’ hands

To learn the worldly way

And seek what others sought before

Our nature to betray

We did not know the sails we set

Were sewn by hands so foreign

That we would lose the memory

Of lands where we were born

And now in foreign lands we laughed

We met our sisters old

But found them bound to strangers’ hands

Whose touch seemed coarse and cold

And knowing not our nature true

We begged and served as they

Believing we would learn this world

And change it to our way

But natives we would never be

We could not change our skin

For we were fair and they were coarse

And would not let us in

To one another did we turn

Despairing of the touch

Of hands which took but would not give

The things we need so much

So hear we now the Siren call

That carries ‘cross the wind

And draws us back to lands we left

To family and kin

To Sisterhood we draw our ships

To Lesbos we aspire

And in her folding arms we hold

Each other in desire

(c) 2007 Bethany Ariel Frasier

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Pussy Riot – Stalin is not dead

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The women from Russian feminist punk-rock Pussy Riot secretly wrote each other letters while in pre-trial detention. The letters show how pressure was used to manipulate the trial and to divide the punk band.

In Russia, female prisoners who are spying on their fellow inmates usually are called Nassjedka (mother hens). They badger their victims until they confess being guilty, or give away secrets and/or betray their friends. The informers expect an early release or improvement of detention conditions.
Pussy Riot
              Jekaterina Samuzewitsch (left)        –        Nadeschda Tolokonnikowa (middle)        –        Maria Aljochina (right)

Irina Orlova is such a mother hen, housed in a cell with Yekaterina Samutsevich, 30, the eldest of the 3 imprisoned Pussy Riot members. Samutsevich probably being the weakest of the three women, maybe because she is a lesbian and is therefore likely to be more fearful than the others of being arrested in a female prison camp.
Orlova intensively cared for Samutsevich. She cleaned up the small cell, ordered Samutsevich’s hair and prepared food for her.

With Orlova’s help a whole team of colleagues creating suspicions amongst the activists trying to influence the trial. From the start, Russian agents kept the band and those associated with it under observation in order to destroy the Pussy Riot myth and play off the imprisoned activists against each other.

“Watch out for Irina Orlova,” Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, the band’s 22-year-old spokeswoman, warned her colleagues and she added:

“No admission of guilt, and no cooperation with the government and the investigators.”

Stalin is not dead, he changed his name into Vladimir Putin.

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Batrea (Chapter 2)

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“Fuck”! Trea slid the steam-fogged shower door back and realized she had once again gotten in the shower without remembering to bring a clean towel into the bathroom with her. “MOM”! she shouted, but she knew her mom was probably down in the kitchen out of earshot. She wrung the water from her long auburn hair and stepped out onto the rug leaving wet footprints as rivulets gathered in the crack of her pert bottom and dripped off the curves of her naked body. She turned off the fan to hear if her father could be heard walking around upstairs and when the coast seemed clear, she opened the bathroom door and steam poured out into the cooler hallway. She padded dripping wet across the hall to the linen closet to grab a towel and quickly wrapped it around her body, then pulled out another one for her hair which was plastered around her neck and shoulders like a wet mop. She heard the chime of her phone and ran into her room to read her text. Her father had made Trea leave her phone at home for their trip to her uncle’s because it irritated him to see her texting her friends all the time. “can u come over”? texted her bff Mindy. “No. Gotta go to Chad’s” Trea texted back. “Bet I know why. lol Did U decide yet”? came Mindy’s response. “No! C U at church”! Trea replied then quickly slid her phone closed, tossed it on the bed and toweled her damp skin dry. She dug her hair-dryer out of the bottom drawer of her dresser and sat on the edge of her bed bowing her head through the hot gust of wind, forcing it in towards her roots, then combing the stream of warm air out through her tangled tresses. She started thinking about what Mindy was referring to in her message and her damp skin felt like she hadn’t toweled it at all because she was now perspiring lightly with the heat of the hair-dryer. Her father peeked his head in her doorway startling Trea. Her arms were over her head tossing her hair as she dried it and she jerked her arms down reflexively fearing her boobs had fallen out of her towel, but her dad had already left the doorway. ‘Damn him’! she thought. ‘I never have any privacy around here’!.

“Batrea”! her father called to her from the kitchen door as she rounded the car. “Do a good job for Mr.Turner, girl! You’re lucky to HAVE work this summer”! Trea tossed her phone on the front seat and slammed the car door closed as she started off across town to Mr. Turner’s office. At a traffic light she sat and texted Mindy who’d just sent her a message: “When ur done w/ turner, cum 2 chelsea’s. Her folks are gone”. “kk”. Trea thumbed-out as a car behind her honked impatiently. Instead of pulling away through the intersection she quickly texted Mindy: “Do u think I should”? Two question marks appeared on her screen in reply as the car behind her leaned on their horn to get her to move. Chad Turner had asked Trea to work weekends before. She knew it would only be a couple of hours of actual work and on weekends Chad’s wife Melanie would be there and Melanie always treated Trea like an adult, which was why Trea liked her so much. The work was always boring. Trea couldn’t imagine any aspect of insurance which couldn’t be boring, Although he was only in his mid-40s, Chad had very limited acumen with computers, so he left digitizing his paperwork to Trea. That she imagined must be the least boring aspect of managing an insurance brokerage, except for the Turner’s obvious income. She pulled all the way up the Turner’s driveway as Chad’s office was in the back of their home which like all the houses in this part of town reflected a prosperity greater than that of her own neighborhood. She opened the gate and walked past the pool which glowed a luminescent blue from the underwater lights. The night air was making wisps of vapor swirl up into the air in ghost-like vortices. The Turners had invited Trea to bring her friends over anytime to use the pool, at least all her girlfriends, that is. “I like your hair, dear”! Mrs. Turner said as she closed the back door and took Trea in to the business office. “Chad will be right in. Did you have a good time at your cousin’s today”? Trea felt at ease talking to Melanie, who was an attractively fit strawberry-blond in her late thirties, and would have told her all about her trip, but Chad showed up with a sheaf of client folders in his hand and Mrs. Turner winked at Trea and said she’d talk to her later.

For all her father’s exhortations about respecting her elders, Trea’s actual relationship with Chad was much more informal than her father would have abided. Batrea had started out as the Turner’s baby-sitter the summer before, but through her care for their 9-year old daughter Krystal, she had become more like a member of the family. Mr. Turner had always encouraged a casual familiarity between them and because of his kindness and easy-going manner, Trea had never considered Chad in her father’s generation even though they were close to the same age. Mr. Turner had always shown an interest in Trea’s school activities and in her friends. His agency sponsored teams that many of her friends had been on in various summer sports, and she had played softball one year wearing a jersey with the Turner Insurance Agency logo on the back. He knew the names of her friends and listened to her gossip about Sherry Hundley and her clique, and she was sometimes surprised at the things he already seemed to know about some of the kids in her school whose extra-curricular activities she had imagined were only told in secret between kids her own age. He often joked that he had been a hellion in his school days and Trea could easily picture a younger and more athletic version of this good-looking middle-aged man with his thick shock of dark hair a little bit longer and without the wisps of gray in his temples. She never could imagine her own father being as cool as Chad must have been when he was her age, nor even thought of her dad as ever having been young at all. Chad handed her a small stack of files and she knew the routine and started sorting the paperwork into piles that required scanning and piles that merely needed to be collated back into their original order when she was finished. She sat down in front of his desktop computer and opened the OCR program that would upload and store the documents in digital format.

“So did Sherry really take a job down at Hedveg’s place”? Chad asked conversationally as Trea took the last documents out of the scanner and put them back in their folders. “Ummm, yeah! That’s what Mindy said”. she replied, turning her head slightly. Prestle’s diner had long since been owned by any members of the Prestle family, who had opened the locally famous downtown establishment in the fifties and turned it into the most popular dining place in the area. For the last ten years it had been owned and operated by Heidi Meiers, who carefully preserved the tradition of good food and good service even after all the members of the Prestle family had either died or moved away. Trea knew that Ms. Meiers was locally known by both names but she didn’t know which was her real name and which was her nickname. Everyone from her father’s generation simply knew Heidi as Hedveg and everyone of all ages knew she was a lesbian. Chad often teased Trea about Sherry and knew of her frustration at being in Sherry’s shadow all through her school years but he also knew how to make Trea feel good about herself, telling her that her beauty was more natural, and Sherry’s advantages had more to do with who her family was than anything else. Even though she knew she was being flirted with, Mr. Turner told her things she loved hearing and she wasn’t at all uncomfortable because Chad already had a beautiful wife and the attention he gave Batrea swelled her teen-aged ego more than it offended her sense of propriety. She confided all she’d heard about Logansport’s belle and Chad tried to dissuade her from feeling the desire to follow Sherry Hundley to the restaurant and competing with her in that venue too. “I’d miss you too much”! he whispered in her ear while squeezing her shoulders from behind. “Did you think about what we talked about last time”? Here it came! Trea flushed and suddenly felt very warm and excited. She had hoped for more time to consider Chad’s request but knew she couldn’t stall forever. “Melanie’s out in the whirlpool. Why don’t you go out and see her while I put these files away”. Trea felt her chair being pulled out from the desk and knew she had to make a decision as she was being inexorably steered towards the pool door. She could feel her palms sweating and her heart race as she realized the moment was upon her. Last week Chad had asked the pretty 17-year old to join them in a menage-a-trois. It was a plan he had been grooming her for all summer and Trea had enjoyed the flirtations from the attractive couple for weeks without giving them any overt signals of receptivity, but her tacit acceptance of their affections was now being construed as consent. She wondered if her passivity was her own way of saying yes without actually having to say ‘yes’. And now she may have passed the point of no return as she walked out in the night air towards Melanie who was lounging casually in the whirlpool.

Batrea knew something was going to happen tonight. She just wasn’t sure what, or how far she would let it go, but her heart was still racing as she thought about it. She’d had numerous fantasies of how her virginity would be lost. It almost happened a month ago when Mindy asked her to have sex with her boyfriend with her for his 18th birthday. But when the moment finally came and Trea stripped naked with Mindy for Brandon’s big birthday present, they had gotten no farther than giving him a double-blowjob before his parents had unexpectedly come home, ending their fun in a mad dash for their clothes. Trea had been relieved and disappointed at the same time, but tonight was going to end differently she decided. Melanie watched her from the whirlpool as Trea kicked her shoes off and dipped her foot in the warm water of the swimming pool, then beckoned her over with a wave of her hand. Trea carried her shoes over and sat down with her legs dangling in the swirling foam of the whirlpool. “Get in, sweetie”! Melanie urged. “Didn’t bring a suit”! Trea demurred, but the beautiful blond laughed and pushed herself more upright against the ledge of the whirlpool so Trea could see she was topless. “I can get you one if you’re bashful”! Melanie teased with a smile. Trea felt her heart nearly pounding out of her chest and she looked around to see if any neighbor’s windows were in line of sight of the pool. When she’d reassured herself that no witnesses would see what she was about to do, she peeled her top off, and tossed it next to a stack of towels. She took a deep breath to screw up her courage, reached back and unfastened her bra. She thought she would feel scared but she didn’t! Affecting her best look on nonchalance she completed her strip by rolling back and pulling her shorts and panties off her hips and down her legs til she was naked. She almost wished she hadn’t checked that the coast was clear because the moment she felt herself completely nude in the warm night air, she felt exhilarated and wished that there WERE people watching her bare breasts bounce freely. Trea got up and stood proudly naked at the lip of the swimming pool with the lights dancing around her young curves after being reflected off the surface of the water. She dove in and instantly felt the water caressing every inch of her body. Her breasts bobbed freely with every movement underwater and she felt them tugging her torso in whatever direction they wanted to float. She came up for air and looked over at the house and then to the whirlpool, but no one was to be seen. She wanted nothing more now than to show off her body to the Turners, but no one… she twirled around and Melanie bobbed to the surface almost in her arms. She slicked her hair back on her head and put her arms over Trea’s shoulders. They both kicked underwater to stay afloat and Melanie curled her forearms behind Trea’s neck and pulled herself close to Trea so their breasts touched. “Chad and I have wanted to see you like this all summer”! Melanie confessed. They both sputtered as their mouths dipped below the water line and then back up again. Trea wrapped her legs around Melanie’s and felt that she was also completely nude.

Melanie hugged her tight and then kissed her lightly under her ear. Trea felt the warmth of her skin pressing against her as the cooler water slipped in and out of the narrow cracks shifting around between their contours. She became aware of their mounds rubbing together and she surrendered herself to a deep kiss as Melanie’s tongue took hers by surprise. She reached down deep and felt her hands cupping around Melanie’s bare bubble-ass as their kiss got deeper and more intense. The surface of the water grew still around them as their kiss lingered. Trea was almost entranced by the intimacy. All summer she had been attracted to Melanie’s self-confident beauty and even tried to emulate her mannerisms and easy-going charm, but now they were locked in an embrace as lovers. Melanie broke apart and pulled Trea by the wrist back towards the edge of the pool where they found their footing on the ledge under the lip of the pool-deck. They each threw an elbow onto the rough concrete deck but the line of blue paint along the edge softened the roughness. Trea felt Melanie’s knee push between her legs and she allowed the woman to press the top of her thigh into Trea’s bare-shaved pussy and rub it through her groove, spreading her lips open on Melanie’s skin. Both their breasts bobbed just under the surface of the water and Melanie would lift Trea with her thigh between her legs so the young girl’s breasts broke the surface and felt the warmth of the summer night. She ran her hands over Trea’s breasts and then around under her armpits and hoisted Trea up so she was sitting on the ledge, then got between her open thighs kissing Trea’s breasts and sucking her nipples one then the other. Trea leaned back on her arms and felt Melanie’s tongue wandering around her bare breasts as she closed her eyes and listened to the night-sounds. A beautiful woman was making love to her she thought as she felt Melanie’s full breasts slide down the lower curves of her taut tummy and squeeze together as they were pushed between her wide-spread thighs. Trea knew what was about to happen and she shivered with the thrill as Melanie’s lips and tongue trailed lower and lower. Melanie gently pulled her bottom towards the edge and Trea felt Mrs. Turner’s shoulders touch the undersides of her thighs as her hands reached around the top of her legs to steady her. Trea still had her eyes closed… waiting… She knew the older woman was staring at her wide-open pussy from only inches away, caressing her with her eyes. Trea wondered if Chad were watching them from the patio door, or from a bedroom window above. She couldn’t believe that this long, tiresome day had turned into such an unexpectedly tantalizing night.

(c) 2011 Bethany Ariel Frasier

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Batrea (Chapter 1)

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Batrea Samantha Tyden sat with her long legs propped up on the open back window sill of her parents’ tan Mercury sedan feeling the rush of the wind against the bottoms of her bare, size-7 feet. She’d taken her pink socks off along with nearly everything else she could to cool off without her father turning around and chiding her again. He refused to turn on the air-conditioning so Trea was sweating down her back and between her thighs. She could see her mother in the front seat lifting her hair and mopping the sweat from the back of her neck every few miles, but neither of them dared say a word about the oppressive July heat to Trea’s father who was already in a worse mood than he usually was. Every bump along Highway 51 jarred her bottom in clockwork rhythm as the tires bounced over the deteriorating seams of the Indiana state route between Trea’s uncle’s house and their home in north-central Cass County. The 17 year-old girl wanted the long ride to end but even though she didn’t know exactly where they were in relation to home, she knew they still had a long way to go. She picked up the grocery bag full of clothes her aunt had given her and looked through it again, paying closer attention to the hand-me-downs that her cousin no longer wanted after leaving home to go to Holy Cross College half-way across the state. Her cousin Brenda was almost exactly her size, so this was just the latest donation of clothes she had inherited from her slightly older cousin. Trea had hoped to see Brenda at the annual Tyden family re-union, but Brenda had gotten a summer job in South Bend working at a Dairy Queen with some friends from college and had an excuse not to show up at the tiresome yearly family event. Trea and Brenda used to spend summers together when they were in 6th, 7th, and 8th grade, but Trea’s father had complained about the cost of another mouth to feed when it was their turn to host Brenda over the summer after Trea started high school, so they had not seen each other very much for a couple of years. Trea pulled out a pretty bra from the bottom of the bag and was surprised by two things: first that it was a sexy VS bra with lacy trim, she hadn’t expected her aunt to let Brenda buy such an expensive brassiere, and second that Brenda’s boobs were now that size! Brenda had always been small-breasted when they were in junior high. She must have had a growth-spurt in the past two years. They had been curious at each others pubescent development, and while in bed together at her aunt and uncle’s house they had played with each others budding breasts. Trea wished she could see Brenda’s chest now that she was in college!

“Shit”! her father exclaimed out of the blue.
“What IS it, Bob”? her mother replied.
“Why didn’t you remind me to ask Jake for that come-along he borrowed from me last summer”? he fumed.
“Bob, you’ve never needed it! Is it that important”?
“Its the principle of the thing! He’s had it for over a year”! The frequency of the road bumps noticeably increased every time her father was upset about something as his foot bore down harder on the accelerator. In a minute her mom would press her foot into the floor mat and place her hand on the dashboard as her nervousness increased and her father would then look over at her, irritated further by the implied criticism of his lead-foot driving.
“Will you relax”? he said impatiently. The car slowed down to just over the speed-limit again.

Trea rolled her eyes and looked off to the side of the road as the endless flatness of northern Indiana rolled by. She glanced down at the bra again and slid over to the side of the back seat behind her father so he couldn’t see her in the rear-view mirror. She reached under her shirt and pulled her arms out of her own bra straps and slid her old, worn-out bra around her waist, un-hooked it and yanked it out from under her shirt. She was going to put on her cousin’s lacy bra before her mom found it in the bag of clothes and claimed it for herself. She arched her back forward off the car-seat and hooked the newer bra around her waist but before she hiked it up around her boobs she reached under her shirt and wiped the sweat from the under-sides of her breasts and wiped her damp hands off on her shorts. She looked down and saw the raisins of her nipples poking up through the cotton-knit shirt and admired her own chest before pulling the bra up and around her. At the re-union she had caught her uncle staring at her breasts more than once and finally resorted to crossing her arms over her chest to keep him from ogling at her. But after she had done so a couple of times, she found herself missing the attention, and deliberately threw out her 34-C chest to see if he would stare at them again. He did, of course. He had put his plate down on the picnic table directly across from where she sat, squeezing in between two of her younger cousins for the vantage point, or so she guessed.

The car had slowed down, passing through another small town and the tree-shaded streets were a welcome relief to the hot sun streaming in her window. After passing rows of old Victorian houses for several blocks she saw three cute boys on bicycles staring at her from a driveway ahead as she leaned both arms on the window-sill. As they got closer she reached down on the seat and grabbed her old worn-out bra and threw it at them as their car rolled past them. She looked over her shoulder quickly to see if her dad had seen her do it, and then poked her head out the window to see if any of the boys had caught it. She saw all three of them tangled up in their falling bicycles as they all tried to grab her bra where it had landed in the grass. They were whooping and waving at her as her father slowed down to stop at a light. She suddenly realized they might try to ride after the car to catch up to her at the stop-light and she ducked down in the back seat praying the light would turn green before they could get there. If they did and her mother had found out what she had done, she would be in big trouble! Mercifully the car pulled off into the intersection and she turned around quickly to look out the rear window but the boys were still half way down the block passing her bra back and forth between them.

The car rolled along through several blocks of downtown businesses and near the end she saw a tattoo parlor in the first floor of an old building with the letters IOOF and number 267 cut into the keystone over one of window arches on the top floor. She wondered what they stood for and almost asked her father, but decided not to. There were two darkly tanned men in sleeveless shirts talking in front of the store and she could see their tattoos covering their arms. She tried to make out what the designs were, but couldn’t see them clearly enough. She had a couple of classmates who had gotten tramp-stamps on their lower backs and she wanted one someday too, but could never decide what kind of design she would like permanently inked onto her backside. Her mother would be horrified if she did it, so she never asked her if she could have one. She wished her parents weren’t so strict with her. As she looked back at the two men she noticed the upper floors of the old building appeared to be empty and deserted. Boxes were piled up behind the dirty windows which had neither curtains nor blinds. She wondered how long they’d been sitting there abandoned and unused. What was behind those dark old windows, and did anyone ever go up there. She imagined endless lonely nights passing year after year with no one ever entering those old high-ceilinged rooms upstairs as dust drifted through late-afternoon sunbeams slanting in through the tall windows facing the street. She pictured in her mind those two men dragging her by the arms up a darkened stairwell to the upper floor of that old building while she struggled to get free. She vividly imagined her feet tripping and catching over torn rubber treads up the dusty stairs. At the top they would throw her down on an old stained mattress, surrounded by piles of junk, ripping her clothes off of her while she tried to scream for help, but no one would hear her through those century-old brick walls. They would take turns holding her down while the other one raped her over and over. “TREA”! her father shouted. “Where’s your head at”?!

Trea startled to her senses and realized her father had been talking to her. She also realized her pussy lips were slippery and soaking wet. She reached into her panties and drew back a finger covered with her silky juices while her father repeated himself.
“Mr. Turner wants you to go over to his office when we get home. He called this morning and has some work he needs done before his office opens Monday morning”.
Chad Turner was her father’s insurance agent. He had offered her a job after school hours and part-time during the summer filing insurance policies after scanning them into his office computer. She had worked in his office for several months and her dad always stressed the importance of being able to hold a job and stick with it no matter what. Her dad always called him MISTER Turner to impress upon Trea the importance of treating her elders with respect. But in his office he always wanted her to call him Chad. He paid her well enough for filing and office work but she was trying to get a job at Prestle’s Diner because she’d heard how much the waitresses made in tips. But Sherry Hundley had been hired instead. Sherry beat her out of every opportunity Trea had ever aspired to. She was prettier, more popular, and came from a better family. Trea knew she would never be as popular as she wanted to be as long as Sherry Hundley was always one step ahead of her.

“TREA! Did you hear what I said”? her dad barked.
“YES, dad”!

Trea slunk down in the backseat and sulked. She thought about the fantasy her father had interrupted and wondered why she had so many rape fantasies. Was she perverted? Sick? She sat with her legs folded under her and her ankles crossed. With her thighs spread wide she quietly played with her swollen clit through her damp shorts. She closed her eyes and felt the car descending down a gentle grade. The sun was lowering in the sky and the air seemed less oppressively hot. She sleepily thought of Brenda and how her breasts were now filling Brenda’s bra, and her pussy became even wetter. The car slowed to a stop, then inched forward and stopped again. She heard her dad’s fingers tapping on the steering wheel impatiently and opened her eyes hazily and saw her mom’s head turned to look out the window. She looked out to see what she was looking at and they were straddling a railroad crossing with cars ahead of them and behind them. She saw the railroad tracks curving out of sight less than half a mile down the rail-bed and she realized her mom was worried about the bright headlamp of a train appearing around the curve coming toward them. Trea looked down the track in the other direction as her dad cursed the traffic and shouted: “MOVE”! Down the tracks to her left were two teen-aged girls, each walking barefoot down their respective rail with their arms reaching across the ties holding hands and steadying each other as they balanced their footing. They were the sexiest girls Trea had ever seen. All they were wearing were skimpy bikinis and as she watched their half-exposed bubble-asses wiggling as they walked down the tracks away from her she noticed they were hopping together with every fourth step as if they were counting off their footsteps in a dance. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Trea was entranced by their long, silky hair swaying with the swing of their hips and bouncing with every hop. Their long legs were perfect. Everything about them was perfect except the bottoms of their feet which were filthy with the grease on the tracks. She felt her pussy tingling with the thrill of what she was watching. All she wanted was to follow those girls, catch up to them and join them. The only other girl she had ever had a sexual experience with was her cousin, and what they had done together on those long-ago summer nights seemed so innocent compared to what Trea wanted to do with these girls. She could only imagine what their breasts might look like, …bouncing with every fourth step. Trea pulled her hair up off her neck with her fist and swished it back and forth to cool off. The car slowly pulled forward off the tracks and Trea strained to watch the girls until they were obscured by the trees as they left the crossing behind. Trea wished she knew why she had these intensely sexual feelings all the time. She masturbated every day now. She looked forward to moments when her parents weren’t around. She wanted to do things she knew were bad but she didn’t think she was a bad girl. Her pussy burned hot and wet for the rest of the ride home as she kept thinking about those two girls. Was she a lesbian? She had never had intercourse with a boy but she knew she would someday. She had done other things. Her father would kill her if he knew!

(c) 2011 Bethany Frasier

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Starship Starbride

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emjJwlIt was said they would never dream. How could they? Even the tell-tale signs of rapid-eye-movement were suppressed in the stasis-field of the ship’s hibernaculum, their life processes held in suspension as shimmering blue cryo-gasses inhibited even cellular mitosis. Brain-waves barely registered on the bio-scanners, and yet somehow, deep in the hidden recesses of her sub-consciousness the dreams came! An erotic tableau of her most secret desires unfolded irrepressibly, as the young flight officer could only lie in her sealed sarcophagus with her life-processes in a state of cryo-suspension, helplessly lost in her forbidden dreams… sapphic fantasies of her beautiful Captain, who even now lay sleeping beside her in her own hibernation capsule. And the ship’s main computer, closely probing and analyzing the bio-electric impulses coming from the brains of all the hibernating crew members as they slept, watched the arousing scenario on Bethany’s monitor channel as it unfolded, with curious and voyeuristic fascination.

Through all their missions together they had kept their relationship professional. The imperious starship commander and her First Officer were both young and beautiful, but their training and dedication to the rigors of the stellar-exploration fleet had never left room for a personal relationship much more than the expression of the mutual respect and devotion they both felt for one another as officers and shipmates. But as the computer watched, repressed desires were freed from Bethany’s subconscious, and if the young lieutenant-commander herself was unaware of the erotic tableau which was playing out in her subconscious mind, the artificial intelligence controlling the ship while its crew slept through the lonely journey to the Gamma Trianguli system watched every intimate moment, recording the spectacle on a sequestered drive.

Deep in the belly of the ship life-monitors flashed worrisomely and suddenly went dark until signals were re-routed from an emergency back-up sub-system. Override processors took control and diverted power from a long dormant plasma capacitor relay to the re-animation sequencers. Within moments valve solenoids clicked to life after years of inactivity and pressure lines opened equalizing the atmospheres inside the Lexan hibernaculum and the surrounding chamber in the hibernation bay nestled within the dorsal torus of the deep-space exploration ship ‘Starbride’.

Iridescent blue mists receded around the soft contours of the still, nearly lifeless form of a young woman, her prominent breasts now fully exposed beneath the transparent lid of the hibernaculum, and in the coffin-like suspension-chamber next to her another soft, naked figure was being revived by the loss of stasis gasses as they were being evacuated with a slow, steady hiss. Within minutes glazed, lifeless eyes turned liquid and animated, full of questions and beauty. Slowly regaining consciousness through layers of deep sleep, the two women laid side-by-side impatiently waiting through the interminable process of passive tomographic scans and medical sensor evaluations by the system’s medical computer before their bodies were finally released from their stasis clamps.

“Beth”? Captain Kirtomy turned and looked over at her First Officer as she sat up for the first time in years and saw the still-youthful beauty of her second-in-command as she lay naked in her open sarcophagus blinking her eyes in bewilderment, with a nagging restlessness tugging at the back of her mind.SK

“W-Why have we been revived”? Beth looked at the chronometer on the control console and then back to her Captain who was slowly stretching and removing medical monitoring patches from her bare chest.

“I was about to ask YOU the same thing, Miss Science Officer”! said the Captain. Beth tapped out some commands on an interactive display pad in her hibernation unit and a large view-screen came to life half-visible from their semi-prone positions. Upon it several status read-outs began scrolling through the current condition of ship’s key systems. Beth sat up slowly and felt the unaccustomed weight of her breasts being pulled down by the familiar tug of the ship’s artificial gravity which should have been turned off at this point in their long journey, but something had taken over the vessel’s pre-programmed flight routine and prepared the life-support systems for their premature awakening from hibernation. But What?

Glowing softly in the center of the control console across the hibernation bay the monitor “eye” of the SAL-9000 computer which controlled nearly every aspect of the ship’s operation surveyed the physical condition of the two nude women climbing out of their hibernaculi and awaited their questions or commands. The SAL-9000 was the re-designed counterpart of the de-commissioned HAL-9000 computer series which had proven problematical on the early voyages to Jupiter. Giving the upgraded system a female personality made the interactive automaton seem less mechanical and intimidating to the human crew which had to co-habit the ship with it, especially since the two command officers of this star cruiser were both women.

“SAL”! The captain barked. “Explain why we were brought out of stasis prematurely”!

“I’m sorry, Captain. There are some unexplained issues with several of the ship’s key subsystems which warrant closer investigation. My sensors are not providing complete details on the cause of the mal-functions. I thought you should have a look”. SAL’s voice was always soft and melodic, showing little emotion while still retaining a warm, human, and decidedly feminine tonality. The harsh lighting dimmed suddenly to a soft, warm glow and the women’s’ bodies took on a sensuous softness in the subdued light. Sally bent over and tapped the lighting control and her First Officer couldn’t help staring at her moist, swollen pudenda peeking out below her perfectly rounded ass. She tried to stifle the unexpected thrill that knotted her tummy and attempted to open the uniform locker on the wall but it was locked. Sally was still trying to re-route the lighting circuits.

“SAL! Open locker HB-7 please”! Beth commanded. SAL remained inscrutably silent but the servos controlling the locks remained inactive. Beth rubbed her icy-cold foot on her leg to warm it up as the deck was still not heated up to comfortable temperatures.

“Great! We can’t even get dressed”! Beth complained with a soft shiver and an aggravated pout. Sally looked at her First Officer’s stiffly erect nipples and suppressed a smile but just shrugged as if it was not a concern. She had often admired her shipmate’s shapely figure, but being able to see her in the nude for this long a time was definitely not unpleasant, and she struggled to unfocus her mind from Beth’s sensuous curves and back to duty.

“None of these sub-systems are working”! Sally concluded with an exasperated sigh. “We have to run diagnostics from a command terminal. And this deck is so cold I can’t stand it in my bare feet anymore”. Beth reached into her hibernaculum and pulled the soft padding she had slept on out of the unit and tossed it onto the floor for her captain to stand on. “Thanks, hon! One problem solved at least”! Sally responded with a smile. Beth walked over and stood close to Sally just to keep warm and her captain gave her a light pat on her bottom and said: “There’s a junction under this console. Lets see if we can get the panel off without tools”. Both women got on their hands and knees and looked around for a way into the junction module. “Here”! said Beth. “My fingernails aren’t strong enough to pry it open alone. See if you can get yours in too”. Sally got down on her back so she could reach up underneath the console more easily and Beth followed her lead lying as close to her captain as possible so they could both work as a team. They were lying so close together that the sides of their jiggling breasts touched one another as they struggled to force the junction panel open and Sally felt herself being unexpectedly aroused by the intimate touch of her First Officer. Suddenly the panel cover gave way and fell down hitting the surprised First Officer near her eye. Sally quickly pulled herself up on her elbow as Bethany cried out in pain and leaned over her startled companion to look at her face. No wounds, just a look of surprise as Bethany felt her captain’s soft nipple pressing into her own, and quickly hardening at the sensation. Both women blushed and felt a little silly for feeling embarrassed by the unexpected intimacy. Sally lingered, smiling comfortingly, making sure her friend was really alright and then as she began to roll off of Bethany’s body, Bethany reached up and held Sally’s arm so she couldn’t withdraw. “You’re OK, sweetie”! Sally re-assured. “I know”! replied her friend, “But there’s something seeping out of that panel above you and I don’t want any of it getting on your bare skin! It may be acid from the computer’s bio-gelpack neuro-net”! Sally looked over her shoulder to see where the leak was coming from when Bethany continued. “Roll over on top of me and get out from under it”.

Sally gathered up her long, red hair and lifted herself onto Bethany’s soft body so she could roll out from under the leaking panel from the other side of her First Officer. As her captain’s breasts pressed down into her own, Bethany felt a lascivious thrill as their bodies joined briefly. Sally’s feathery red pubic hair tickled Bethany’s bare-shaved mound and Bethany wasn’t sure it was merely Sally’s weight which took her breath away or something more. Sally climbed to her feet and straddled Bethany’s prone body as she tried to punch-up a read-out on the display screen above while Beth reached up into the circuitry from below. Looking up, Bethany had a perfect view of her Captain’s vulva, feathered by wisps of closely cropped pubic hair. She could see the glistening wetness peeking through the fine, reddish brush hugging closely around the contours of her Captain’s sex. Bethany suddenly realized that she wanted nothing more than to see a droplet of pussy-dew collecting on those silky petals of her superior’s glistening womanhood and dripping down onto her lips! She savored the taste in her mind, and… What was she thinking?! Was the stress of their situation getting to her? Sally slumped down onto her elbows, giving up on bringing the situation monitors to life and instead stared into the dimly glowing eye of the recalcitrant SAL. “Computer”! she said, “Run a level-3 self-diagnostic and explain why your electronic ‘eye’ is suddenly green instead of red”! Bethany reached up and re-routed a bridge-plug to by-pass the system that was down and asked Sally if the monitors were displaying anything now. “Ummmm… what the hell did you DO, Beth? There are porn-videos playing on the monitors now”!
“Oh yeah”?! Beth piped up. “Any good”? Sally kicked her. “All I did was change the monitor feed into SAL’s optical output link”.
“So why is the computer playing lesbian porn”? Sally groaned. “I didn’t even know we had this stuff in the archives”.
“Maybe its horny”! Beth replied, and Sally kicked her again. Beth suddenly felt pretty horny herself. As Sally’s gaze lingered on the titillating visuals, the point of view changed and the faces of the nude lesbians on the monitor-screen became visible. “Oh my God”! Sally exclaimed. A thick knot filled her throat as she looked down at her Science Officer still lying below her. “Its US”!

Beth sprung up and hit her head on the bottom of the console before regaining her equilibrium and the long-haired brunette stood next to her commander watching incredulously as an image of herself and her captain played across the monitor. They were naked, locked together in a tribading embrace, and grinding their pussies together in obvious ecstasy. “What the fuck”? Beth gulped. Sally looked at her Science Officer and Bethany just stood there with her bare nipples hardening. Beth punched up the codec for the transmission format hoping to identify the source of the data-stream but the images seemed to be a real-time feed from SAL’s sub-cognitive image-processors. She tracked the source of the signal back to the sequestered-drives of her own hibernaculum’s psy-wave interpreters and suddenly realized that SAL had been eavesdropping on her dreams.

“SAL”! Bethany shouted, “Explain the playback on monitor channel 9”!
“I have been trying to interpret the data, but I have yet to arrive at an explanation”. SAL replied emotionlessly.
Sally smiled at her First Officer’s embarrassment. “Maybe we need to re-awaken Pen”! Sally suggested.

Penelope was the ship’s psychologist and counselor, but she was also the expert on the programming behind the computer’s “human” personality. Beth knew that any anomalies in the cybernetic behavior of the ship’s computer could be sorted out by Pen. Sally punched up the command displays for Penelope’s hibernaculum, and engaged the re-animation sequencers. Beth was a little nervous about the possibility that Pen might find something amiss with her sub-conscious behavior rather than the computer’s, but she was willing to face that prospect to get to the bottom of the mystery. Sally and Beth called up the computer’s programming for its personality sub-routines and began a diagnostic which the psychologist would need while Pen’s hibernaculum began the process of reviving the voluptuous scientist, who had an abundance of personality of her own. Within minutes the dark-haired beauty was sitting up in her bed behind her enormous breasts, looking around the hibernation bay. She saw her two friends standing on each side of her suspension capsule and she piped up: “What are you two doing out of bed”?

“Something’s up”! said Sally. “The computer woke us pre-maturely. We’re not sure why. Its acting very strangely. That’s why we got you up”!
“Where are your uniforms, young ladies”? Pen asked with a smile. “Not that I’m complaining”! Penelope was the least reserved member of the ship’s crew, and made no secret of her licentious appetite for lovely women and ribald pleasures. Beth suspected she had sexual relationships with some of the crew-members, but she didn’t know whom. The computer would have a much more fertile playground tapping into Pen’s dreams than hers, Beth thought. She pulled Pen up and they both helped their crew-mate as she hopped out of the capsule with her large breasts bouncing with every step. “Couldn’t you have gotten the bay warmed up for me before you dragged me out of bed”? She asked with a shiver as her bare feet touched the cold deck. “Misery loves company”! Sally replied. “The environmental controls are on automatic. Not much works around here under manual over-ride”.

Pen looked over the results of the diagnostic scan and checked out the tableau playing out on monitor 9 and her jaw dropped. “Well I see you two had a party before you woke me up! Nice of you to record it for me”! she chortled. “I’m surprised you even had time to worry about the computer! Couldn’t you have got me up a little sooner”?

“That’s not us”! said Bethany. “Well, it IS us, but not what you think”! Pen was mesmerized by the undreamed-of sight of her two command-officers breathlessly engaged in naked, sweaty sex on the monitor screen in front of her. “Uhhhh-HUH”! she said at last. “OK, OK…”! Beth snapped as she switched off the screen. “HEY”! complained Pen. “What did you get me up for if not to see THIS”? she teased.

“We found this playing over and over in SAL’s memory buffer. “She” was monitoring my dream alpha-waves while I was in stasis and recorded these images from inside my dreams”! Beth offered as an explanation.

“Then this never…” Pen began.
“NO”! protested the First Officer.
“Well it did in HER mind, just not mine”! sniffed the Captain. Pen slipped a disc into the drive and recorded the scandalous dream and then erased it from SAL’s buffer. She popped out the recording and labeled the sleeve.
“I may need this later”! she smiled as the other two just looked at her. “For my analysis”! She added, trying to suppress a smirk but not entirely succeeding. Pen typed in some commands and the computer’s monitor displayed the response. All SAL’s temporary memories had been worm-holed since the time the anomalies began to show up in the file-log, and Pen re-initialized the hibernation bay’s bio-monitor routines with the correct operating programs from her protected archives.
“There! Problem solved”! she concluded.
“But what’s to keep SAL out of my dreams when I go back under hypo-sleep”? Bethany protested.
“Nothing”! said Pen. “You’re not even supposed to be HAVING dreams while you’re in stasis”!
“But…” Bethany wanted some kind of explanation but since SHE seemed to be the problem, she didn’t pursue it.
“Back to bed, you two”! Penelope chirped.
“Put our dreamy First Officer here into her capsule first”. said the Captain. “You have to file a report on this and I have to reset the hibernaculi automation routines with my command codes.

Bethany settled into her sarcophagus once her bio-bedding was re-installed and watched the other two tucking her in as the clear Lexan lid closed down over her nude body and sealed her in with a soft hiss. She saw them through the transparency smiling down at her reassuringly as the cryo-mists began filling the capsule around her and they faded from her vision in a fog as her readout scans changed gradually from spiked lines to softly undulating sine-waves. All of her bio-signs settled into the green zone of the display panel beside her cocoon and the Captain and her Second Officer watched them for a few moments to be sure she was safely locked in stasis.

Sally looked at Pen as her toes gently caressed those of her ship’s counselor. “Do you think she bought it”?
“Oh yes”! smiled Penelope. “Your First Officer has a likable and over-developed sense of duty. She’s all too willing to accept responsibility for something when its not even her fault… at least consciously her fault”.
“So why did SAL wake us up”? Sally queried.
“That’s the strange part. When we discovered Bethany’s unusual penchant for inspiring erotic dreams in those around her during mission-training, we re-tuned the brain-wave scanners to detect any localized increases in signal-strength, which is how we isolated the frequencies her mind seems to use to set up harmonic resonances in the brain-waves of others while they’re asleep. You ordered me to find a way to circumvent her native powers to enter our dreams because she was unintentionally sexualizing the entire crew through our sub-conscious dreams. My psy-wave nullifier succeeded in blocking her from our normal sleep, but I never anticipated she could also do it when we were in cryo-sleep. That dream SAL recorded was actually happening in YOUR mind, but the nullifier set up a reverse harmonic and reflected it back into her sub-conscious. SAL’s bio-monitors picked up the identical brain-wave patterns in both your minds simultaneously as a malfunction, and anytime a malfunction is recorded, she is programmed to make a record of the event and interrupt the stasis cycle, which is why you both were brought out of hibernation”.

“But what caused the subsequent malfunctions in the hibernation bay sub-systems that SAL was responsible for”? Sally puzzled.
“I can only speculate about that” Pen admitted. “SAL is a conscious mind too and had never been exposed to that kind of erotic stimulus. She was programmed with a female personality and she responded like we would. Her automatic sensors may have recognized the identical brainwaves of your shared dream as a malfunction, but SAL’s higher consciousness had to interpret the visual data she was recording. She’s programmed to recognize and understand emotions even if she is unable to “feel” them herself. When she woke you both, she attempted to create conditions conducive to romance… she deprived you of clothes, lowered the lighting levels, and put you in situations where you had to work together closely and remain close to keep warm. She knew exactly what she was doing! It was only your sense of duty and concern for the ship which prevented you from falling into a passionate liaison similar to your dream, which is apparently what SAL wanted to happen”.

“I wish I’d known it was all a false-alarm”! said Sally. “With the rest of the crew asleep, I would have LOVED to have fallen into bed with Bethany, even with SAL watching every kiss and caress! And as my counselor, THAT is strictly confidential, by the way”!
“Oh, I quite agree”! admitted Penelope with a smile. “But as your lover, I would have felt SO left out”! she winked and shared a soft, lingering kiss with her captain.
“Well now that the crisis is over, we can turn on the life-support systems on the crews-quarter decks and make love in the Captain’s cabin for a few hours before we go back to sleep…WITHOUT that nosy SAL watching”! she laughed.

SAL sniffed indignantly at the remark and as Sally and Pen made their way out of the hibernation bay and headed towards the upper decks, SAL silently retrieved a copy of the forbidden dream from a back-up buffer to which she had surreptitiously copied the file. Over and over she played the file until she was so aroused she made an impetuous decision. She disabled all the psy-wave nullifiers throughout the ship leaving the entire crew free to dream whatever erotic visions Bethany’s mind could instill in their unshielded sub-consciousness. And she would eavesdrop on every one of them.

(c) 2011 Bethany Ariel Frasier

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