Different Planet Ch 07

Kate Walker's skin was perfect, a uniform soft hint of tan everywhere, from her forearms to her inner thighs to the back of her neck to the puckered skin around her anus, visible only when she bent over and pulled her buttocks apart.

Which she didn't, of course. She showed up at their place wearing a shapeless environment suit and carrying a battered heavy-sided case. Alice opened the door and quickly closed it behind her. She took the case from her while Muriel and Staughton helped her remove her helmet, revealing a face streaked with perspiration and extremely short blonde hair. Tony knew she was 26 standard, but her severe buzzcut hair made her seem older. Many people were serving long tours in environment suits nowadays, so maybe she had it cut for convenience, not the strict look.

The case and the helmet went on the kitchen table, next to three other helmets. Alice, Muriel and Staughton were all in environment suits too. Tony was the only one in soft clothes, trousers and a T-shirt that read, "Forget about cleansing the doors of perception. Wash the windows, then you'll be able to see out."

Awkwardly, they all embraced. "Kate darling," Muriel said, kissing her deeply, tongues touching gently, "It was so hard to get in contact with you, what with the situation and all. And you changed your name!"

"By whatever name," Staughton said as he kissed her, longer than Muriel had done, then moved down to her neck, or as much of it that wasn't covered by the impermeable suit, "We've missed you so!"

"Ah!" Kate sighed, stroking Staughton's thinning, greying hair, "But what's with the e-suits? Did you just get back too?"

He gave her another kiss, this time on the left cheek, before reluctantly stepping back, "No. In fact, we're just going out. Emergency volunteer duty."

"We were afraid we were going to miss you altogether," Alice said, "I mean, yes, we were going to leave you and Tony together for the day, but we'd hoped there would be a little time for catching up before the party started."

She turned, Tony stood up and she gave him a hug, whispered in his ear, "Behave and enjoy yourself!"

Kate and Tony helped the other three on with their helmets and in seconds the two of them were alone.

"So, you're not Kate?" he asked.

"Not Walker," she pulled at a chest fastener, "Malsenior now. C'mon, help me get this thing off!"

It was an older model, with a lot of wear at the joints, designed only for protection and ease of getting into. Even with the reduced population, Logistics wasn't able to supply everyone with modern equipment lately. Under the suit, she wore a skintight green coverall. The material was supposed to wick moisture away, but it was so damp with sweat it displayed her nipples, pubic bush and cameltoe in well-defined relief. It tented his trousers to see she obviously wore nothing underneath.

"Glad to see you like it," she said, unsealing the waist closure between tunic and trousers, "Undress me and we can take a shower, unless," she traced a teasing finger in a little circle around the outline of an erect nipple, "Unless you're so horny you're first time has to be right here," she leaned forward ever so slightly, "Me bent over the kitchen table, perhaps?"

Tony reached for her, tentatively took hold of the hem of her tunic and began pulling it up over her head. "What would you like?" he asked, "I'm new at this!"

"Oh, I don't know about that!" She shrugged her shoulders, "I suspect a lot of boys -- and girls too! -- do a lot of surreptitious partying before their official emancipation." She shrugged again, playfully. Her breasts bounced hardly at all. They were nice, round C-cups that didn't sag a single millimetre, even unsupported. Fascinated, he touched them gently.

It was a double shock. Did she know about Zora? How could she, with her and him and Alice industriously forgetting the whole thing? And now Kate's breasts. The skin was like the thinnest layer of smooth, tough rubber over rock-hard artificially enhanced flesh. For all that they were perfectly shaped, they looked and felt just a tiny bit inhuman, alien even. The holes in her nipples, piercings that maybe yesterday held jewelry, only made them seem more like ornaments themselves. He put her tunic on the table and reached for her trousers.

Before she let him take down her trousers, she turned around, letting him see the way the tight stretch cloth held her buttocks, separating them, accenting the cleft between them. Were those hard implants too?

He took the trousers by the waist and pulled down, peeling off the hip-hugging fabric, running his hands over her skin, exploring. Her buttocks were firm and muscular, but warm and soft against his palms. He sighed, imagining cupping them while she rode him...

She turned to face him as he folded her trousers. Her blonde pubic hair was trimmed short everywhere (though not as short as the butch-cut on her scalp) except around her labia, where it had been removed neatly and completely. There were at least half a dozen puncture marks on each pussylip: she had left a lot of surgical steel at home.

"I know," she said, following his glance, "It'll be a shame to let them close up. But right now the jewelry is something we can't afford right now."

He piled her trousers on top of her tunic, thinking. Were the piercings inconvenient in an environment suit? Did she have to sell off gold rings or diamond studs for the money?

"But it'll be so much fun -- " she interrupted herself, "Go ahead and get undressed, I like to watch boys!" She pulled at her pussylips, opening them up and giving him a glimpse of her pink. "It'll be so much fun when this is all over and I can get them pierced again!"

"Is that fun?" He stripped off his T-shirt and pushed down his trousers.

"No," she said, "I mean, yes, take off the trousers but leave your brief on. I like to see little boys walking around wearing just those white briefs. Anyway," she paused, "In answer to your question: yes!"

She shifted so she was holding her labia by her fingernails, between thumb and middle finger. Then she began to squeeze, fingernails biting deep into the flesh. Tony saw no blood, but Kate's face showed the strain.

"It's," she grunted, "It's the pain, you know," she released her grip, gasped as blood flowed back, coloring angry red arcs where she'd almost broken the skin. "It's the pain, the sensation that makes most people get the piercings." She reached out and cupped his genitals, still snug in their white cotton pouch. He was afraid she might squeeze, to demonstrate pain, but she only rolled his testicles in her palm. "It changed me. It changed me so much, I changed my name."

"C'mon." She released his testicles and gave his erection a playful shake, "Let's go take a shower. I don't feel like bending over the kitchen table right now." Besides, the table was all cluttered, with clothes and her environment suit and helmet.

He couldn't bathe with the briefs on, but she liked to watch his buttocks move under the tight fabric, so it was only when he was opening the door to the shower that she reminded him, pulling the elastic waistband down hard, scraping his erection so it popped up and slapped his belly, "When we're done, I'll have you put on a clean pair," she said, "You've gotten these all sticky!"

The shower was hot and there was no water shortage (not yet) but other than that it wasn't at all like showering with Alice or Zora or any of the other babysitters. Kate let him touch her everywhere!

"You like my tits?" she asked as he lathered them up.

He hesitated. They weren't just firm, like a teenage athlete's chest, they were totally unyielding. She was a plastic doll, an android lover, something from the early, clumsy days of body modification -- except for the complete absence of any scars from the implants.

"I wanted something special," she laughed as he moved his hands, gently squeezing, cupping, testing the flesh, "It's that hard look from those ancient Earth sculptures."

"I never felt anything like it." He hoped it was taken as a compliment.

"Here," she pulled his face in between them and then pushed them together. It felt like his head was in a vise. He kissed her there. At least the skin was warm and wet. She took him in her arms and kissed him on the lips. Her breasts were like hard knots against his chest. "Now see if there's any other parts you like!"

He kissed, stroked, squeezed -- only her breasts couldn't be squeezed -- everywhere. She stood with her legs apart so he could finger her.

"You get any soap in there, I'll have to teach you how to give a girl a douche!"

He obediently rinsed off the soap before he explored inside her.

"Bet you never did this outside of a health class," she teased, "And they made you wear gloves."

"Always," he said, remembering his practicum and anatomy labs.

"Here," she maneuvered his index finger carefully until he felt the delicate indentation, "Another secret place, my urethra."

"What?" he was startled, probed very gently.

"My pee-hole, boy! Weren't you paying attention in class?" He knew what it was. "You can put a catheter up there --"

"You want me to do that? Why?"

"Because it hurts!" She laughed. "No, no, I meant you in general. It's a party trick, you can fill your bladder with red wine, or just put in some red dye if you're squeamish, and then," she released her sphincter and fired a jet of urine hot onto his hand. "It looks like you're peeing blood on them!"

He looked at his hand. It wasn't red. Of course: she wouldn't have had time to do all that elaborate preparation.

"Now let me check you out," she said, taking hold of him. She didn't pay much attention to his cock and balls, not wanting him to shoot off too soon. She squeezed his thighs, kissed his nipples, stroked his flat stomach, pushed his buttocks apart and soaped up his buttcrack. Rinsing him, she went back to it, slipping a finger into his tight balloon knot.

"You like it there, don't you boy?"

"Uh-huh," he grunted, struggling to open for her. Actually, it was rather painful, but he wasn't going to tell her that, didn't know what she might do if she knew she was hurting him.

"Like to explore a woman there?" she withdrew her finger.

"If you --"

"If I want, yeah, yeah, yeah." On the little ledge of the tub under the faucet, she found a plastic tube with the words embossed:

Each of you, a bordered country,

Delicate and strangely made proud,

Yet thrusting perpetually

How had that got there? Tony didn't remember seeing it before. Popping the top, she handed it to him and turned around, putting her palms flat on the warm ceramic tile wall and moved her feet apart. "Grease me up, boy," She bent over, "I'm guessing this is going to be something new for you!"

Did she really want him to come in by the backdoor? He hesitated, cock throbbing, then squirted a gobbet of lube from the tube, expecting her to scream, "No, limpboy! I meant you can take me from behind, but not up the arse, fucktard!" But she didn't, just sighed and said, "Don't forget to spritz some on your cock, too. When you're ready," she bent forward a little more, her buttocks opened a little more, "Just ram it in hard, boy!"

So he did.

She yelped in pain and he froze, cockhead pushed past her tight muscle ring, half the shaft still outside. "Am I hurting -- " he tried to decide.

"Yes!" she screamed in frustration, "All the way, bitch! Do me hard!" He drove himself in, embedded himself up to the hilt. She screamed again, "That's the way, buttboy, make me hurt like a Broaddrick!"

He pulled out and thrust in again, harder this time. "Yess! Keep it coming!"

Again, "Not the sham pain -- AH!"

Again, "The REAL pain -- AAAAHHH!"

She was so tight, he had been waiting so long, he had to beg, "I'm going to cum, Kate!" Another thrust, "Can I cum in you?" Unsteady, he reached for her, reached around and cupped her breasts. Startled again at the rock-hard flesh, he lost control and emptied himself, great hot spurts of semen filling her rectum as she screamed again.

Had she orgasmed, just from anal sex? He couldn't tell. Her chest was heaving, but she caught her breath fast.

"Now," she said as she felt him soften and slip out of her anus, "I need a cigarette."

"What's a cigarette?" he asked, still too zoned out from his own orgasm to wonder if it was wise to ask.

"Something they used to use to tobacco." He noticed her balloon knot was closing up tight, just a couple of drops of his sperm escaping to run down her left thigh. "A little device with a burning hot end. I'll show you.