If you have not, please read the first five chapters of Guardian.
All characters, sexually involved, are eighteen years of age.
Enjoy!
LIVE LARGE!!!
BoCur
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Guardian Ch. 06
Looking at the now empty space around the Guardian, I decided it was time to visit the cargo hold again, to initiate the next step in freeing Lideaux of the Koogar.
*Ladies let's go see Mrs. Ubetar.*
Joy, Lucy and I teleport, levitating above the Lideaune women.
Locating Hilea Ubetar, lying on a pallet, we moved toward her. She stood up seeing us approach. We settled on the floor, in the middle of the row in front of her.
She looked much better than during out previous visit, but still appeared tired.
"Mrs. Ubetar did you get any rest?"
"A short nap."
"I'm sorry. I realize the circumstances make it difficult to sleep, even when you are exhausted. I hope you and the rest of the women get some much needed rest."
"Thank you Captain."
"You are welcome. Given that are you ready to go see your family?"
"Oh Yes!" Perking up, she answered excitedly.
"Alright, but to do that I need your permission."
"Anything! Please!"
"Let me explain what is involved before you agree. I do not want to you feel violated. I need to enter your mind to ascertain the exact location of the cave your family and others are occupying. This is required for me to teleport us there."
"It will not hurt or be harmful in any way, present or in the future, and shall be only for a very short time. You may feel a presence, which will be me, if so do not fight it."
"All though my search will be extremely restrictive, I may become aware of certain aspects of your life you prefer kept secret. You can limit these by singularly focusing and concentrating on the location of your family's cave."
Wanting to make sure she cognizant I emphasized, "Understand that during the course of this exercise there may be things revealed to me. I promise not share anything accidentally discovered."
Hesitating momentarily, pale cheeks reddening as she blushed, looked away from me.
Then back as she nodded, agreeing, "Yes."
"Understanding the what, why and implications of this action, do I have your permission to enter and read your mind? Be absolutely certain before submitting. I do not want you to experience later regrets."
"Do not feel as if you have to do this. This is not meant to force or pressure you to do anything. It will be OK to decline. We will find other means of gaining the information, just taking a little longer."
Without hesitation this time looking at me with a pixie smile, she stated, "Captain McMurdy you have my explicit permission to enter and read my mind."
"Alright. Let's get started then." I said, materializing a pair of ear plugs and handed them to her.
I instructed, "Put these in your ears and lie down on your back on your pallet. Take a deep breath and relax with arms by your side and close your eyes. Concentrate on your family's cave's location, how to get to it in relationship with and from Nulen. When we are done I will tap you on your shoulder. It won't take long. Are you ready?"
Once she was in position I gave her a moment to orient her mind. Looking at her I realized how truly beautiful she was. A little rest, food and a shower had made marked improvements in an already pretty woman.
I slipped easily into her mind.
Having her prone, relaxed, eyes closed, ears plugged, did not help or hinder my entry into her mind. It only removed distractions for her, allowing her a more concentrated focus.
I could enter and read the minds of anyone, whether they are awake, asleep or unconscious, willing or not. Most of the time entry would go unnoticed or disregarded as only a fleeting tingle.
If the subject was cognizant or becomes aware and resists I can force my way in. Force majeure could prove to be painful and possibly damaging.
She partially did as suggested and I immediately saw what I was looking for and extracted. But the instant I was inside I also saw what was embarrassing to her, causing her to blush.
The fact she was worried about keeping the sensitive thought secret, made it more pronounced.
An overall was an abiding deep love and heavy pinning for her family, her husband and daughters. Against this predominate background were all her other thoughts.
But another thought was in the forefront, bright and sharp.
All Lideaune women, regardless of the different races, were very sexual oriented, Hilea Ubetar more than most.
Their societies allowed free reign of the women's libidos, even those who were married without any stigma, due to what was called the Rite of Fertility.
In the distant past, an epidemic ravaged seventy five percent of the Lideaune men. The virulent illness did not kill but rendered the recovered men, infertile. Over a couple of centuries, with only one in four of all Lideaune men, capable of impregnating a woman, there was a severe decline in Lideaux population.
If allowed to continued, the Lideaux civilizations would collapse. To combat, the Lideaune women abandoned monogamy and had sex with multiple men, in hopes of finding a virile partner and become pregnant.
It was successful and in succeeding ages, the Lideaux population stabilized and grew.
The malady, over many generations, slowly disappeared from the male offspring, with most being fertile.
No longer needed, the Rite of Fertility, as it was called, had become so ingrained in the psyche of Lideaux and the Lideaune women had developed such a hyper sexuality that it continued as an accepted worldwide practice.
Although a happily married family woman, but Mrs. Ubetar was strongly attracted to me. She would gladly spread her legs if I indicated an interest.
She was not embarrassed about her want and need but just that I would find out.
The same was true of the several of the other women who had discussed me in open speculation and expressed desire with Mrs. Ubetar. She believed this true of all the women in the Guardian's cargo hold.
Because of their hyper sexuality, all were suffering from abstinence, enforced by their captivity.
Before their imprisonment, they had sex daily, often with more than one partner.
As I bent over tapping her on the shoulder, I noticed her shift appeared damp at the juncture of her legs.
She opened her eyes, seeing my glance, self-consciously covered the wet spot with her hand, blushing again.