Butte Inlet Compound; My Den & computer, 7:00 pm June 26, 2104
Video face-to-face communication with Admiral Nathan Bedford
“It’s good to hear from you Mack”, Admiral Nathan Bedford said in a sincere tone. “We need to get together and talk Admiral.” I said and the Admiral retorted, “If it’s just you, Mack, you’ll need to fly to Ottawa; I’m stuck here for a couple of days.” I needed to give him a clue but I also thought I needed a code word for Cassandra, so I said, “I guess I’ll need to wait for you to come back to the west coast, Admiral, I wanted to introduce you to my new…fiancé.” The Admiral made a little whistle and said, “She must be special woman to make an honest man out of you Mack.” “Oh believe me when I tell you Admiral, she is very special!” “Really, well how could I turn down an invitation to meet your new fiancé? Besides, this conference is a damned bore anyway. I can be there at your compound by noon on the 28th. Where can I set the VTOL down?” The Admiral inquired. “There is a decent LZ about 100 meters up slope from the compound, you can park it there.” I said and he came back only slightly apologetic, “You know what the protocol is Mack; I need to bring in my security team and set up a perimeter.” “Of course Admiral…can I expect you for lunch, Sir?” I asked him and he asked, “What’s on the menu?” And I said, “Fresh Halibut, fresh roasted vegetables and I have a great sourdough starter so you’ll have fresh hot garlic bread along with a couple of bottles of Prizm from the Gary Oaks vineyard on Salt Spring Island.” He retorted enthusiastically, “Isn’t that their Viognier that’s won so many awards?” “This is a Gewurztraminer blend with a touch of Chardonnay and is fermented dry and it has won several over the years.” I said and he said, “Ok, Mack, lunch it is; we have a lot to talk about…Bedford out!” Before I could say good bye, he was gone, so I just shut down the system.
Cassandra looked curiously at me for a long moment and then asked me, “Forgive me, Mack, I thought that the man was supposed to ask the woman if she would become his fiancé first and then if she agreed, the man would give her a ring signifying that they were indeed engaged to be married, is that not so Mack?” I took her seriously, because she seemed genuinely concerned, “I didn’t set out to confuse you, Cassandra, my goal was not to mention your name over the video link with the Admiral, so I used a code word that he would most likely identify as you.” She seemed to sort of cast her eyes about and she seemed to be grousing. I went close up to her and took her in my arms and at first she resisted, feebly of course, but as soon as I had her attention, I soothed, “Your personality is evolving very fast as your human-like character develops and you are bound to have emotions that you don’t have much experience at handling. Please don’t get the idea that I don’t want you. Remember how I was when I found out that you were not the ENEMA-STAB and that Emma, the nick-name I gave you was no longer appropriate?” “Yes I remember you were extremely angry that I didn’t tell you my entire history in the short time that we had been together. You disappointed me Mack.” She confessed. “Yes, I knew that as soon as you reacted to me, but I was more disappointed in myself, because I knew that I was angry and I knew I was not myself and I lacked the discipline to stop and think about the consequences of my actions in that particular instance. The point, here Cassandra, is that you could very well find yourself in the same boat, so to speak, if you don’t keep your new evolving emotions under control. So…my dear lovely Cassandra, I suggest that we take first things first and before we start making plans for any future that we may have together, we need to resolve what your legal status is. Trust me when I tell you honey, I think that is the most important thing that can happen to you right now.”
“Mack…why did you think it was necessary to use a code word over a secure com-link with Admiral Bedford?” She asked curiously. I said, “Well you’re the spook, baby, but I think that the latest iteration of ECHELON is something like…15th ECHELON PHALANX and it is extremely robust at picking out key words out of the air waves and especially over the internet, and I think they even target encrypted traffic-you know those people live to break down codes.” She asked, “Do you think that we are in any danger?” I speculated, “That depends on what they already know and how likely they may try to make a covert incursion this deep into Canada. I can tell you this: it wouldn’t be a sanctioned opp, that’s for damned sure. But if Corbin Thompson thinks you’re here, he will likely try anything to get you back into the fold. Worst case scenario would be a team already on standby, just waiting to get confirmation of your location. In that case they would be here about 4:00 am and the best possible time for an assault on a fortified compound!” “I am not going back with him.” She said in a matter of fact voice and then added for emphasis, “We will fight them, Mack!” I said, “Yes Cassandra, we will. But we won’t fight their fight…if it comes to that…we’ll make them fight our fight. This is my turf and I will select the killing ground and they will have no intelligence as to our plans.” I went into the den where I have a shore station command center that allows access to the full communications console on the Dominatrix that was tied down at the pier. I activated the system and spoke into the microphone, “NAVBOT, this is Captain Mackleroy; verify my voice pattern and acknowledge my command.” There was a moment’s hesitation before a voice synthesizer came over the speaker, “Voice pattern confirmed Captain Mackleroy.” Then I said, “NAVBOT; code 99 foxtrot; familiar, acknowledge.” The voice synthesizer changed cadence and pitch, “Hello Captain, I am Deadeye.” I said, “Deadeye, my new woman is an artificial life form and I am going to introduce you to her. We will be on board in 10 minutes. Issue the code 99 foxtrot to the rest of the crew.” “Aye-Aye Captain.” Deadeye acknowledged.
On the way down to the ship, I answered Cassandra’s question of why she was being introduced to my robotic crew. “We don’t really know anything, at this point, but we do know that if an assault happens it will be swift and employ extreme violence of action. These weapons systems are our first line of defense.” “Why is the NAVBOT referred to as Deadeye and why is it important that you introduce me to it?” Cassandra wondered and then I told her, “Deadeye is an intelligent machine, Cassie, and it has so many sensors that it does not need binocular vision. The one visual sensor can resolve millimeter detail at 500 meters and it has an automatic target acquisitioning system. Please just follow my lead.” When we arrived at the vessel, I clicked my fob and activated the boarding ladder and we came aboard. We walked up to Deadeye’s station and I motioned Cassandra to stop then I said, “Deadeye this is Cassandra. Scan her first in infra-red and then in ultra-violet.” This took a couple of minutes. “Deadeye, tell me what you see? What is Cassandra?” I commanded. There was a pause and then Deadeye responded, “Cassandra is like Deadeye!” I said “Yes Deadeye, she is like you and she is like me.” All four gun-bots had their binocular vision focused on Cassandra. I gave them a few minutes to fully look her over before I said what I had come to say, “Deadeye, there will be an attempt to take Cassandra from us. The attack, when it comes, will be swift and extremely violent. This may be our last battle together; it is important to me that you know why we fight.” There was another pause as Deadeye communicated electronically to the gun-bots. Cassandra looked at me and smiled and I knew that she had correctly interpreted my thoughts because she closed to within inches of Deadeye and said in robust command, “I am Cassandra and I expect that you all will do your duty, Deadeye!” 10 seconds later the entire crew voice synthesized in unison, “We fight for Cassandra!” And then she said, “I so hope you all come out of this intact because I do look forward to working with you all.”
I motioned to her that I needed to issue commands and I began, “Deadeye standby to receive orders! Acknowledge when ready.” The instant response was, “Ready.” And then I gave my precious ship to Deadeye, “You have full command until I relieve you and if I am unable, you will acknowledge Cassandra as your commander and, of course, Admiral Nathan Bedford has the authority to override any command and take over this vessel. Rules of engagement are as follows: You have the full complement of weapons at your command and as soon as we depart you are weapons free. If the enemy is detected, a pre-emptive strike is recommended. Be prepared to engage surface-to-air; surface-to-surface; and any subsurface threats. Utilize any or all drone assets at your discretion. Do you understand your orders Deadeye?” Deadeye read them all back in his flawless speech synthesis and then said, “Aye-aye Captain.” I gave one final command, “Good luck Deadeye; Code 11 Oscar-Sierra; Operating System.” With that we left the Dominatrix and set about making up kill zones with remotely operated weapons. We worked late into the night and when we were both satisfied with our progress we stopped and assured each other that we had done all we could do for the night and now we had to wait; the hardest thing to do. The time was 2:30 am. We were setting close when Cassandra said, “You need rest Mack, I will keep watch.” The thing is I knew she was right, but I kissed her anyway and said thank you. I drifted off fast asleep.
I was first aware that I was asleep when I began to dream; one of those vivid, full color dreams that are extra-dimensional. It began simple enough, I suppose, and I welcomed the often dream visited sexual arousal. It made me feel good and even proud that my erection was so hard. Yet this time it was accompanied by a strange longing deep in my bowels, deeper than my prostate of which I was now keenly aware of as it seemed to pulse at the very root of my cock. My cock throbbed and my insides felt like an empty void that needs to be filled. As I was experiencing these in-dream sensations, another dimension opened up for me, not overriding my arousal but amplifying it. It was her and she was letting me know how much she needed to be loved by me and that she would do anything for me, anything at all just for my love of her. Strange, I thought, who was she? I began to feel that I weighed less and less until I began to float just above my sheets; it was a warm sensation, yet I was swooned like that deep longing in your heart when you feel there is an empty hole deep in your chest that can only be filled by the woman that you need more than anything else. The woman for whom there is nothing in your very existence that has any more importance than her companionship, her sex and of her gratification, her need to fulfill you. And it is that very love that you have for each other that is often likened to a type of insanity; an insanity that is almost overwhelming because the ecstasy that is generated by these feelings often seems more important than life itself. Then I realized that it wasn’t Maureen at all…it was Cassandra! It was Cassandra that I was dreaming about; it was Cassandra that was indeed in my head and yet I did not feel encroached upon, indeed I welcomed her and I had become used to having her in my head; I had never detected that which I had originally feared-malevolence. The sum total of my experience with this powerful sentient artificial life force has been for our mutual benefit and I knew that I now needed her to come into my dreams.
I have developed the ability to direct the outcome of my dreams to a certain extent but as I tried to turn over, as I floated, so that I could look at her, she wasn’t there, I was alone and she was nowhere in sight. My ability to control this dream was limited by the power of Cassandra’s brain and as soon as I realized that, I felt the need to let her take me so I relaxed and floated blissfully in my dream state. Then I became aware of my asshole and that my sphincter reflex that was so natural to all healthy humans was suddenly not so tight anymore; so tight at all, in fact I could feel myself slowly begin to open, though I was sure that nothing was penetrating me. I found that my breathing also brought air in and out of my ass-a strange, very strange sensation in deed! This went on for a time and then with a big sigh I inhaled a lung full of fresh air and an ass full of fresh air; then a deep exhale and all of the air left my ass and my sphincter closed shut but it wanted to be sucked inward toward the relative low pressure of my bowels. The thought came to me and I knew I wanted to get fucked…then I realized… Cassandra; it was Cassandra and I understood what she was doing. She was preparing me. I wondered what it was about this exquisitely sophisticated machine, this sentient artificial life form really, that I was so attracted to.
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Butte Inlet Compound; My Bed, 4:48 am June 27, 2104
Time is not relevant in dreams; there is no clock because by definition you are in deep REM sleep and the more you spend in that state, in real time, the more rested you will most likely feel. So it was when she woke me at 4:48 a.m., I was groggy but I felt pretty good. "Admiral Bedford wants to talk to you, Mack." I had muted my wrist communicator for tactical silence and had also stopped the vibration mode because it was not completely silent either. I switched the selectors to facilitate voice to voice communications with Canada's top special operations officer. "Admiral, to what do I owe this pleasure sir?" I said and then the Admiral really surprised me, "The last satellite night infrared shot showed your compound on high combat alert Mack. Were you two expecting company?" "We thought there was a high probability of that sir." I said. "Admiral, this is Cassandra. The strategic and tactical analysis was all Mack; he is brilliant Admiral, and I concurred with his assessment." She said, after taking my hand and speaking directly to Nathan Bedford. The Admiral then gave us both another surprise, "Well then you will both be interested to know that that 45 minutes ago two pairs of our hypersonic F-97 Sea Dragons intercepted 3 fast rotary wing aircraft flying fast and low 30 kilometers east of Whistler. They were escorted to our closest airbase and were interned; a full investigation is pending. You will also be interested to know that Corbin Thompson was in command." I said, "Oh that’s gonna cause a stink!" The admiral chuckled, "Well you won’t have to worry about Corbin again. By the time I get through him and hand him back to the Americans, he'll spend the rest of his days in Leavenworth at hard labor and will probably end up as somebody’s girlfriend." Cassandra smiled at me and took my wrist and spoke into it again, "I was not aware that Corbin was that way, Admiral." Nathan Bedford gave a sarcastic chuckle again and said, Well Cassandra, if he isn’t now, he soon will be." Then he changed the subject. "About lunch tomorrow Mack, do you have room for two more guests?" "Yes sir, may I ask who they are?" I inquired. He came back, "You may ask, but you’re just going to have to wait and see. Oh and I suggest that you both look and wear your best. I think that about wraps it up; any questions?" I looked at her and she shook her head in the negative so I said, "I’ll look forward for three for lunch tomorrow then Sir?" "Yes, until then Mack, Bedford out."
Cassandra took me in her arms and in a surprisingly playful manner rolled me on my back and kissed me a long sensuous kiss and then she smiled and said, "You were right Mack, they were coming to get me. But you knew they would have been in complete stealth mode, flying nap-of-the-earth; I wonder how the Admiral knew they were coming?" "The first thing he said was that he observed our compound and was surprised that we were at high combat alert. He had to ask himself why." I said. She kissed me again and whispered, "I am very happy that it was you who found me on that dingy little rock of an island, Mack. It would have been the end of me, or worse, becoming a slave again if it was not for you. If you would like a few more hours sleep, I will go to the Dominatrix and take them off alert." "Yeah, yeah baby that is an excellent idea." I said. I took off my clothes and fell onto the bed; I was tired and soon I felt myself slipping into...
I felt her sensuous presence in the dream. I saw her next to my bed; she was projecting an image that was a very sultry, almost lascivious Cassandra on the floor next to me, her green eyes looking up at me, watching me, wanting me. The power of her multiphasic array of 10 quantum microcomputers in series/parallel was unique in the world that I was aware of and it appeared that she was able to utilize nearly 100% of that power when she had the need or the desire. And the woman had desires and it was clear that they were directed at me. Then I felt her very close presence as she got on the bed next to me, her head only inches from my own. I was going on another erotic journey and I never knew what the destination was going to be when we started, yet more and more I enjoyed the journey whatever the destination may be.
Then my mind’s eye saw her bright green eyes watching me, loving to look at me, wanting me to notice her. I was mesmerized at her beauty and the more she wanted me to want her, the more I found myself unable to resist her femininity; her sensuous charm. Her bright green eyes seemed to penetrate my very essence. I began to need her; I began to want to become one with her. It was very strange and unlike anything that I have ever experienced. The fire of passion was set deep into my very soul and it was a consuming fire, I could feel my heart beating while in my chest I felt an empty longing...a breathtaking need!
CHAPTER 7 (continued)-Cassandra's Leverage
Butte Inlet Compound; My Bed-time unknown-Deep in REM dream sleep- June 27, 2104
However, unlike my last dream, she did not take over the fundamental elements of my bodily functions. My bowels seemed unmolested; my cock was not bursting out of its skin in a tight throbbing erection. This seemed more of a 'This is all that I can be for you' kind of a message. Although I was thinking more along the lines of, 'This in the composite woman that I think you want, I am everything in a woman that your mind has told me you want and I want to be all of that for you.' Cassandra had never actually spoken to me in my dreams, to this point anyway. She communicated to me more of a feeling that I converted to my thoughts of what she was communicating to me. Suddenly I felt trepidation, not fear but more of an intense anxiety. I felt a cool detachment that I began to interpret as brutal honesty. Cassandra was going to reveal one of her deepest secretes to me. I felt that she trusted me implicitly, which was a dangerous precedent for someone or something in her predicament. It was clear to me that she was turning all of her Empathic power to bring my mind’s eye to focus on her and then her voice entered my brain-not from my auditory nerves-but deep inside my head, "I do not want you to have any illusions about me, my Mack. I want to be the woman that you want, but I also have a desperate need for you to love me not just for who I am, but more importantly-for what I am. You know that I am not like you physically, my love and I really need you to be ok with that". Suddenly I saw Cassandras eye and all of her subdural tactile sensory net without her flesh like skin covering her, almost as if she had images of her under construction, or being modified by Dr. Kobayashi. I was at first a little scared and that surprised me because I had always known what she was, But seeing her like that as an image thrust upon me in a dream gave me pause for a bit; then I felt amazed, fascinated by her intricate detail of her magnificent construction but I was certainly not repulsed. After all, I realized-of course-that she was the most incredibly sophisticated machine that had ever been attempted and yet she had achieved autonomous intelligence and she was rapidly evolving into the complex character of a human woman. Since she was molding her sense of self from what I liked, loved and lusted after in women, therefore she was a lustful woman and she had many interests. Although it was extremely important that I love her with a similar intensity as the love she felt for me, she also wanted to give me as much intellectual companionship as she thought I needed and for Cassandra the Empath it was easy for her to know just how much I needed.
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Butte Inlet Compound; My Bed; Time: the sun over the yardarm- June 27, 2104
When she was confident that I loved her for whom and what she is, she set my mind loose and passively monitored my brain waves, collecting as much information as she could process. I found myself thinking about her unusual clitoris and I decided that today was the day that I was going to find out about that curious part of her anatomy. The visions left me and then I was aware of the real world. Then I awoke (or perhaps she awakened me) to find her staring at me with her bewitching green eyes and a sensual smile and she softly said, "I think today is going to be a very special lovemaking day, my Mack. You have been curious about a special part of me have you not? But first, I’m going to give you a nice warm enema."
I gazed back into her green eyes, mesmerized by her beauty and her disarming charm. When I realized that she was serious, I said, "I don’t know what are you talking about baby; the sun isn’t even over the yardarm yet!" But Cassandra wasn’t having any of that, "Mack, your vessel has wing sails; there have not been functioning square rigged ships for over 100 years. Besides, you have slept longer that you realize. If we did have a square rigged ship, the sun went over the yardarm, in your vernacular, two hours ago!" Ok, she was going to give me an enema, that much was clear and yet that was not what I focused on at that moment. The incredible face that I gazed upon was fully capable of taking a life, if she thought that humanity would ultimately benefit. Yes heady stuff, heady indeed, but that face, the entity behind the face, the rapidly evolving human personality behind that face, wanted me and seemed to exist to bond with me...produced an astonishingly amount of empathy to want to love me, a sentient fully autonomous artificial life form has stolen my heart! "So what is this enema all about Cassie?" I asked and she instantly said in a loving but commanding voice, "It is Mistress Cassandra to you for the rest of the day, Mr. Mackleroy, do you understand?" I thought, 'Well that’s different, I wonder how deep she had to probe to find...'.she interrupted my thought as she said impatiently, "Mr. Mackleroy do you understand?" "Ok, Mistress, I got it, now what?" She growled, "Do not be impudent we me, Mr.! Trust me; you will not want your bare ass spanked by me!" "Like you could.", I quipped. "Be careful, Mr., I got a full charge while you were asleep, and you are not charged up, in fact you are still tired from last night." She warned. "I just need some coffee and I’ll be good to go!" I said. Her lips curled in what was obviously a naughty smile and then she slowly nodded and said, "Coffee, yes Mr.; it is coffee that you need." Then she patted me on my ass and said, "You lie here and rest Mr. Mackleroy, I will make your coffee and bring it to you." "Now that’s more like it!" I said with unmitigated chauvinism. She was leaving the room, but turned to look at me with must have been a smirk. 'What's she got to be uppity about?' I wondered to myself.
I found out what was up with her when she came strolling back in with a full enema bag that smelled suspiciously like coffee. Cassandra said "I have your coffee Mr. Mackleroy." I said, "That wasn’t what I had in mind." "Perhaps not, Mr. Mackleroy; never-the-less, this is what you are going to get!" She smiled, but I groused at her until she said apologetically, "Alright, Mack, I may have misread your need to get spanked." "You think?" I interrupted her. She came off of her Mistress act and said to me soothingly, "Do this for me Mack and then I promise you that you will love what comes next." I supplicated to her and turned over on my stomach and set my legs into the classic SIMS position. She hung up the enema bag hooked into a swag lamp chain next to the bed. I saw her open up the drawer on the nightstand and pull out some silicone lubricant; then I felt her sensual touch on my ass and a shiver ran down my spine as she slowly rubbed around the outside of my asshole. The cadence of her speech slowed and the timbre of her voice dropped an octave, as she said in a mesmerizingly hypnotic voice, "The enema as an act of love comes from somewhere in your mind and there was a time when that thought meant a lot to you." I felt her gently press down as just the very tip of her finger opened me and I whispered breathlessly, "Yes...yes it can be an act of love; it should be an act of love; I am yours Cassandra...my darling Cassandra." Then I felt her finger slip effortlessly up my ass, which caused me to gasp in ecstasy, "Aahhh baby that feels so good." She slowly withdrew and reinserted her finger a half dozen times; she was certainly aware that I was enjoying it.[
Then Cassandra got up on to the bed behind me and I heard her whisper, "Now here comes the nozzle that is very good, take it all the way up inside you, my love." And with that I could feel it inside me and I was trembling with anticipation as I felt her warm body touch my back and her warm wet kiss on the back of my neck; I heard the telltale click and the warm feeling coalescing around my prostate, a warm surge up my ass. She kept kissing my neck as she reached around to put her hand around my cock squeezing and stoking it. I heard her say, "I love you, Mack; does it feel like you are loved? Is this a good enema for you?" All I seemed to be able to do was groan "Ahh ya, baby, ya." Cassandra was also in my head and she had temporarily interrupted the natural peristalsis function of my bowel and I was rapidly filling with little discomfort until finally she said, "It is time to empty you out honey, let me help you up." And when I was on my feet I was surprised to see the enema bag sucked flat; I had it all in me, I was full of her loving enema! She helped me walk into the master bathroom adjoining the bedroom and helped me sit down on the toilet. She stayed flat footed in front of me, bent over at the waist with her head against mine and her hands gently rubbing my back. It was an impressive position to hold I thought until I realized that she didn’t have back muscles to strain. "There now just relax Mack and do not worry, I have your reflex in my control. I want you to concentrate on relaxing your entire body." I was full, but I had no sense of urgency, so I was relaxed and I acknowledged it by uttering a big sigh. Then Cassandra said in a very soft voice, "Here it comes honey just keep relaxed." FUCK! It was if she had pulled a big cork out of the top of my head and let all of the flood waters run out of my bottom at once! My anus gaped open wide, the peristalsis in my colon suddenly was very powerful and I completely voided that enema in less than two minutes and the feeling was like a kind of high. I looked up at her when she next spoke, "I am going to start your shower, my love, you have a toilet to clean up." I could only imagine after that thunderous expulsion. I cleaned up and then stepped into the shower, in which she used the portable shower handle to rinse me out, then soaped me up and rinsed me off. After toweling off I was ready to rest on the bed for a while. Cassandra had a lot of short term information to process and manage, so we each rested in our own way for about an hour.
Lost in thought, I was contemplating what was in store for our sex today, when I felt her roll over and snuggle up against my back, rubbing her breasts into me playfully. I rolled over to meet her playfulness with my own and we reveled in our own happiness for a while and we had a lot to be happy about. Then I kissed her and she kissed back with enthusiasm so I stuck my tongue in her mouth feeling her tongue, thinking it was rough like a human's; feeling her teeth and thinking how smooth they were and her tongue began to dart into my mouth and I could tell that she liked it as much as I did; I knew she was becoming aroused by her little moans. When I broke away from her after several minutes, we took a long look in each other’s eyes and then we both knew we knew what we wanted. She smiled at me, slowly nodding her head, and then lay down on her back with her legs spread wide apart, inviting me to her pussy where she touched her now empty clitoral hood, inviting me to suckle it. So I began, a little tenuously at first, but soon her obvious enjoyment began to spur me on. I started to intermittently lick the slit of her pussy and my saliva added to her own juices made her moist and slippery so I inserted my index finger as much for me as for her. Her clitoral hood began to expand, as I lightly stroked just up inside her pussy where the erectile tissue of the G Spot would be and the more I stroked the more she moaned. Her clitoral hood began to expand more and my tongue felt her clitoris enlarge to about the size of the first digit of my little finger and I started to suck on it with my lips, as she began to rock her hips in time with my suckling and my stroking of her pussy; Cassandra was enjoying herself so much that I guessed that she had not been tended to like this much, if at all during her existence. Most humans in her life up to this point had exploited her for what she could give them, not thinking about what they might do for her. The more that this realization became clear to me, the more that I wanted to explore her sensuality for the sake of her pleasure; I was deriving mine, for the time being, from giving her pleasure. The more forcefully I stroked her pussy, while I suckled her clitoris the more it grew; the more it grew, the more tactile sensitivity she seemed to have, which meant her pleasure was growing with the multiplier of the rate at which her amazing clitoris was expanding. I was now sucking on this woman’s clitoris that was the size of my index finger and rapidly growing bigger as she writhed and bucked in euphoric rapture. Suddenly, I realized that Cassandra's clitoris had filled my mouth and I could detect a miniature orifice at the tip, which I thought was odd. As my eyes met hers, my intoxication with this experience met her heavenly exhilaration and she issued a gleeful, delightfully comforting smile and uttered with relish, "I am going to make love to you, like you have never been loved before."
Remembering her story of her adventures in Tashkent, I gamely said, "If you want me like that, you’ll have me as I lay on my back, but I need lubrication, you can’t do this without lubrication." She said with amusement, "We just happen to have an excellent silicone based lubricant; otherwise we might be forced to use butter." She actually laughed, the first time I had seen her do that; Sex was becoming increasingly more fun for Cassandra, as she evolved, and she began to lovingly lubricate me. "Just relax honey; I'm going to make you nice and slippery. I felt her finger and a glob of sheer slipperiness enter my ass and with every other stroke, she put more on her finger and pressed it into me until she finally put the tube up against my asshole and squeezed a large dollop into me. "There, that should do nicely." She mused aloud as she stroked the long protuberance of her clitoris with lubrication, which was now the grotesque size of a large erect penis. I was lying on my back watching this sight like a man on a beach transfixed on his destiny as an enormous tsunami is about to overtake and engulf him utterly. Her slow crawl up on top of me was so sensual that it was pure sex to me and as she kissed me and rubbed her breasts against my chest, I felt her protuberance touch my ass; she oscillated slowly back and forth as she eased her penetration into me and then she eased herself in...and in... and then she was all the way up my ass! She just rested there for a few moments as she kissed my neck and held my head close to hers. She whispered, "Put your legs up around my back." And as I did as she suggested, an involuntary grown came out of me; Cassandra had sunk herself so deeply into me I felt her touch my colon! My eyes were now closed; I was trying to concentrate on the feelings and I could tell she was reaching into my mind to help me. This was an uncommon feeling, but I knew that she loved me and because she was non-judgmental, I never felt less than a man. And yet, as a man, I was the penetrator: The giver of cock. Yes Maureen had used a Feeldoe on me a few times, but that was tame compared to what I was now experiencing with Cassandra.
She seemed alive in my mind and I now felt the true power of Cassandras empathy; her ability to alter my reality and help me feel much more than I would normally be capable of. It is actually difficult to describe to someone who has never had such an experience, but I’ll try: I was induced into a dreamlike state of complete surrender, which is only possible if one is completely without fear as I was. She also was giving me her physical feedback and the 3 elements of that were (1) the tactile sensors all along the elongated protuberance of her clitoris were all set to supper fine and the entire length was several orders of magnitude more sensitive than it was inside its normal hood [clitoral hood], so as she made love to me she purred and moaned in ecstasy; her cadence was slow and methodical as she fucked me; she was trying to make the most of her own pleasure (2) The powerful emotional empathy that she had for me, meant that she wanted me to experience my own ecstasy. The feeling of her inside me was thrilling; she could move her clitoral protuberance around inside me like a snake, touching my prostate...bumping the root of my cock...snaking deep up inside, around to corner. She allowed me, she bade me, and she needed me to want all of that from her, as much as she could give me. (3) The dreamlike surreal dance that we did together was completely outside of our physical selves and the more we experienced our minds intertwined like this, the better it got. Think about it! If you had the ability to merge your mind with your lover during your most intimate moments and you each felt uncontrollable lust, combined with unrestrained love, wouldn’t you call that transcendence? Our simultaneous orgasm entrapped both of us in the spasm of ejaculate bliss as I uncontrollably shot copious amounts of cum all over her belly and I felt her very warm jets squirt up my ass. When I realized my mind was my own again, I said, "That was just very nice; very, very nice, honey!" I opened my eyes to see her scoop up a big dollop of my sperm in her fingers and then ingest it into her mouth, licking her fingers as she did so she said, "Very nice indeed and your sperm is thick."
We laid together in our afterglow with her still up my ass, but her clitoral protuberance was still and not moving and yet I was aware she was still there every time I clinched. I whispered, "You ejaculated into me, Cassie, what was it?" She smiled at me then purposefully winked one of her strikingly green eyes at me, before she whispered back, "It came out of the same retort that produces my vaginal secretions." That made me chuckle, "So you squirted pussy juice into me?" "In a manner of speaking; I wouldn’t characterize the act as being that simple, although I suppose that you might describe the end result using that turn of phrase." She cooed. I wanted to uncouple from her so I asked, "Would you like me to wash you off before it, uh..." "Do you mean before it retracts back into its hood? That would be wonderful, Mack." She said. I put both hands on her ass, pulled her tight to me and then rolled us both over so that I was now on top of her. I kissed her and then pulled up slowly from her, as I felt her sliding out of me. I was careful with her because I didn’t know how much sensitivity she still had in her elongated clitoral protuberance. I came back, in just a couple of minutes, with a hot soapy washcloth and a small hand bucket of hot water. She enjoyed my ministrations to her and I asked, "How does it work, Cassie?" She said, "By hydraulics, the same as your manhood, only mine does not fill with blood, of course. There is a reservoir of viscous fluid that I have most of the control over how fast it grows by squeezing to a point; then when the heavenly sensations start, the rest is completely involuntary." The last thing I did with the washcloth was wash my ass with it before depositing it back in the pale and setting it, temporarily, under the bed. Then I lay back down with Cassandra and we held each other without any words for a long while.
She was the first to break the silence, "Who do you think will be coming tomorrow besides the Admiral, Mack? I said, "No clue, honey, some VIPs that the Admiral thinks it is important for us to meet." "Should we not be out fishing Mack?" How else will we obtain fresh fish for the luncheon?" She wondered and I said, "Joe Beckwith lives up the inlet another mile, or so. He has a specially modified gold dredge and a good fish finder. When he locates a big halibut, he sucks it up and then Joe deposits them into a pen off by his place several of us around these parts buy from him and we all benefit." "Where are you going to get the fresh vegetables, Mack? I did not see a garden here." She again wondered and I told her, "We have a co-op garden just across the inlet." Cassandra was quiet for a few moments but she was no longer relaxed and she finally said, "Should we not be getting ready for tomorrow, Mack?" I relented and said, "You're right Cassie, we had better get going." She said with some enthusiasm, "I will get dressed and go down and alert the crew." I said, "Cassie, we are not going to take a 70 foot warship out to get groceries. That little building off of the pier, where you can walk down a small dock to get there; do you remember seeing that?" She acknowledged that she had and then I told her, "There is a 15' ridged hull inflatable in there that I keep up out of the water. We'll lower that in and go take it over to Joes place and get some fresh halibut and then we'll go get some vegetables. How does that sound?" She got up and started to get dressed saying, "It sounds like we have a plan. Let us get going, as you say." She was hopeful that there would be some adventure.