His Sarcophagus
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1 through F › Babylon 5
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,233
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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His Sarcophagus Pt 3
His Sarcophagus Pt 3
I refuse to have Lennier a traitor to the Anla'Shok. Full disclaimers are in part 1. This is rated NC17
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They dressed hurriedly and left for a more secure place to stay. Along the way, Marcus explained as much about the danger as he could.
"The Rangers brought me back because I have access to information they don't. Contacts they don't know. And a highly 'unique' method for extracting information. they needed me. The Drakh have evil plans for earth, there are 'keepers' all over the universe. But with my ability there comes risk, so being dead is preferable. At least to them anyway."
Susan sighed. "Dead men tell no tales?"
"Well yes, I suppose so. Its no coincidence that Lennier became a Ranger. He's to be my liason. To be believed the information must come from a Ranger. I am dead. Lennier is alive and trustworthy. Hence Lennier's being drafted." Susan was terribly frightenend. her blood ran cold as she listened to him speak. Somehow, on some level, Susan just knew he would die. Again. Permanentlys tis time. Drawing on her considerable inner strength, she made a decision. And smiled.
"I hereby volunteer my services. I will take a leave of absence from Earthforce. They already believe I am nuts anyway. By the way does Sech Turval know?" Marcus was visibly stunned.
"You know Turval? Yes he had to be told. He was responsible for my resurrection. And we needed him to push Lennier's training through at top speed." And as a plan formed in Susan's fertile imagination she beamed. "If we could get to the Master, he could say I am on Minbar completing my studies. Should anyone ask that is."
"Your studies? What have you studied?"
"Ranger stuff you twit. What else?"
Marcus shook his head vehently. "No Susan. I cannot place in you in that kind of danger. This was bad enough."
"You need backup Ranger boy. Thats me. Don't argue, you cant win"
Marcus had to give her that. He would never win with her. He hugged her tightly. "I would like nothing better than to work together with you.
Shall we celebrate our partnership?"
Earthforce Captain Susan Ivanova looked into the eyes of Ranger Marcus Cole, deceased. She had a cheshire grin a mile wide.
"As a matter of fact, time you learned who was really in charge."
"Sounds delightful and terrifying."
"Good."
She slammed him up against a wall. Kissed him forcefully and led him to the nearest bedchamber.
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He was orderred to strip down to his birthday suit. Marcus at first wanted to protest but saw the evil looking riding crop she held and decided against it. "Where did you get that on Minbar?"
"MY ship. Dont speak unless spoken to. Strip and lie down on the bed. Now."
he obeyed. Susan proceeded to tie his hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. He was unable to move. She blindfolded him next. Susan was in charge and not to be messed with.
Marcus had begun to get a raging hard on froms trs treatment. he rather liked being dominated by Susan.
Susan ran the end of a sharp knife along his rib cage. When he gasped and begged her not to hurt him, real fear in his voice, she replaced the bladde with her soft hands. Stroking him all over.
"God, Susan please......." But she would not stop.
"You are bad. You spoke. I gave u no permission to speak to me.
I ahve to punish u now." She proceeded to give him the most painful blow job imaginable. All teeth and nibbling. Biting and pulling. No tenderness or love. Just posession and control.
When she heard the slow growling of a man frightened and in need, she climbed atop him. riding him violently, worse than in the crypt.
No regard for his pleasure. Yet despite this, and in spite of his anger with her, he was so aroused he came. Just as violently as she rode him. She moved off before he was through to see an arc of sperm hit the air. "Naughty boy, made a mess."
But she let him rest before letting him free. Big mistake. Catlike in grace, he flipped her onto her back pinning her hands. We have an assignment tomorrow. You are going to find taking that assignment to be painful little girl. You want to play? Lets rock.
To be continued in part 4
I refuse to have Lennier a traitor to the Anla'Shok. Full disclaimers are in part 1. This is rated NC17
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They dressed hurriedly and left for a more secure place to stay. Along the way, Marcus explained as much about the danger as he could.
"The Rangers brought me back because I have access to information they don't. Contacts they don't know. And a highly 'unique' method for extracting information. they needed me. The Drakh have evil plans for earth, there are 'keepers' all over the universe. But with my ability there comes risk, so being dead is preferable. At least to them anyway."
Susan sighed. "Dead men tell no tales?"
"Well yes, I suppose so. Its no coincidence that Lennier became a Ranger. He's to be my liason. To be believed the information must come from a Ranger. I am dead. Lennier is alive and trustworthy. Hence Lennier's being drafted." Susan was terribly frightenend. her blood ran cold as she listened to him speak. Somehow, on some level, Susan just knew he would die. Again. Permanentlys tis time. Drawing on her considerable inner strength, she made a decision. And smiled.
"I hereby volunteer my services. I will take a leave of absence from Earthforce. They already believe I am nuts anyway. By the way does Sech Turval know?" Marcus was visibly stunned.
"You know Turval? Yes he had to be told. He was responsible for my resurrection. And we needed him to push Lennier's training through at top speed." And as a plan formed in Susan's fertile imagination she beamed. "If we could get to the Master, he could say I am on Minbar completing my studies. Should anyone ask that is."
"Your studies? What have you studied?"
"Ranger stuff you twit. What else?"
Marcus shook his head vehently. "No Susan. I cannot place in you in that kind of danger. This was bad enough."
"You need backup Ranger boy. Thats me. Don't argue, you cant win"
Marcus had to give her that. He would never win with her. He hugged her tightly. "I would like nothing better than to work together with you.
Shall we celebrate our partnership?"
Earthforce Captain Susan Ivanova looked into the eyes of Ranger Marcus Cole, deceased. She had a cheshire grin a mile wide.
"As a matter of fact, time you learned who was really in charge."
"Sounds delightful and terrifying."
"Good."
She slammed him up against a wall. Kissed him forcefully and led him to the nearest bedchamber.
*****************************************************************************
He was orderred to strip down to his birthday suit. Marcus at first wanted to protest but saw the evil looking riding crop she held and decided against it. "Where did you get that on Minbar?"
"MY ship. Dont speak unless spoken to. Strip and lie down on the bed. Now."
he obeyed. Susan proceeded to tie his hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. He was unable to move. She blindfolded him next. Susan was in charge and not to be messed with.
Marcus had begun to get a raging hard on froms trs treatment. he rather liked being dominated by Susan.
Susan ran the end of a sharp knife along his rib cage. When he gasped and begged her not to hurt him, real fear in his voice, she replaced the bladde with her soft hands. Stroking him all over.
"God, Susan please......." But she would not stop.
"You are bad. You spoke. I gave u no permission to speak to me.
I ahve to punish u now." She proceeded to give him the most painful blow job imaginable. All teeth and nibbling. Biting and pulling. No tenderness or love. Just posession and control.
When she heard the slow growling of a man frightened and in need, she climbed atop him. riding him violently, worse than in the crypt.
No regard for his pleasure. Yet despite this, and in spite of his anger with her, he was so aroused he came. Just as violently as she rode him. She moved off before he was through to see an arc of sperm hit the air. "Naughty boy, made a mess."
But she let him rest before letting him free. Big mistake. Catlike in grace, he flipped her onto her back pinning her hands. We have an assignment tomorrow. You are going to find taking that assignment to be painful little girl. You want to play? Lets rock.
To be continued in part 4