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  Heart Breakers of Hyperion

  Tara Loughead

  Copyright 2010 Tara Loughead

  Bulays and Ghaavn entered the Sanctorum Sanctorum of Lady Gerald, head of the Ministry and chief of the Spooky Spell Squad, as Bulays liked to put it. The interior of the suite held sumptuous leather furniture and a variety of antique pieces, along with a large open fireplace. None, however, were anywhere near as old as the unpleasant surprise that awaited them.

  Seated with her arm draped along the back of a couch, legs elegantly crossed, was Emar, the Death Queen of Neptune. She was wearing tight white pants and an understated (for her at least) light green sleeveless top. Her green emerald pendant was tucked inside, out of sight. "Well, hell-ooo handsomes." The mirthful greeting she gave them was highly appreciative of the fit and muscular pair of newly arrived warriors.

  "What the 'ell is she doing here, Lady G?" Bulays blurted out in surprise.

  Gerald rubbed her temples with either hand, looking like her blonde bob had been containing the beginnings of a migraine all day.

  "Actually, she's here to help, unlikely as you may find that."

  "I rather do, actually," said Ghaavn.

  "You wound me," Emar replied. "Come," she said patting the couch beside her. "Sit your gorgeous arses down next to me, and I shall explain."

  "Politics, Ghaavn," apologised Gerald. "Believe me, I'd rather it not have come to this."

  Ghaavn knew they had a history together, but he also couldn't noticing the occasional glance Gerald gave Emar, when it was not necessary for her to do so. The emerald fatale's fascination was not lost on his partner, either. Bulays had a little of the same problem as Gerald herself.

  "Politics is one thing, Lady G. Mass murdering sociopaths 'nother.'" Bulays said, not happy.

  "Those deaths on Neptune are my fault, Bulays. Partly at least, anyway. Emar and the Council had an agreement. We broke it, after we had not heard from her in a long, long time. The blood of those people is on my hands, too." She paused to recover from the look of misery on her face, adjusting her glasses in the process to hide a tear. "Emar is a ruthless being, and annoying as all hell. She delights in being the spider waiting for prey. However, not once have we known her to break her word if it is given. That goes back to well before my occupancy of this office."

  "If you say so, but I'm sittin' over here." Bulays was as good as her word.

  Emar's laugh followed. "Ah well, anticipation and all that..."

  Ghaavn decided he'd take one for the team, and sat down next to Emar, but out of reach. "We're waiting."

  "Hyperion. Of which I am sure Bulays is familiar." Gerald began.

  "Right. Basically one big tumbling brothel in orbit." She agreed.

  "We have a mission!" Emar declared, rubbing her hands together gleefully. "Undercover!"

  Ghaavn's eyes darkened, as even he was beginning to get annoyed. "You don't usually use the Ministry as an escort agency, Gerald. What is going on?"

  "This is gettin' bizarre enough that I think I'd not be surprised if you told me shape shifters from another universe were stealing frozen heads."

  "Very good darling! Buxom, with brains and biceps. The complete delightful package. Although it is more like aliens from outer space stealing bits of your women. But close enough for this sort of government work. Oh, bits of your women and rather all of your men." Emar managed to render them speechless.

  "She's telling the truth," said Gerald. "There is more out there than just the Thaumoformers. We believe they are using Madame Khan's as a base. However, we are not sure how far it goes."

  "What better place for the Karshi to hide? A low rent place full of substance abuse and depravity. No surprise if anyone goes missing after venturing there. Or surprised by how anyone looks, either." Emar went on, smiling like the cat that got the cream. "That can be used to our advantage, however." She filled Bulays and Ghaavn in about the rest of the scenario.

  *****

  "Mistress travels first class, then?" Bulays grouched.

  "Well of course. Discipline and all that." He sighed. "I don't like this any more than you, but travelling on a slightly dodgy inter-world ship that's a bit bumpy and a little smelly is somewhat luxurious, for us." Ghaavn replied. The pair sat in worn seats as the ship jostled in its approach to Hyperion, the moon not being the easiest body to land on.

  *****

  Landed, the pair disembarked. Dressed casually in well-worn jeans, shirts, and shoes, they were met by the last of their party. Jeans and a shirt did fine by Emar too, but she couldn't resist expensive green Venusian dragonskin boots. In either hand she held a round strip of black leather. "Collars to be worn on the ground, slaves." Bulays and Ghaavn complied, keeping to the cover story. She fastened a fine silvery chain to each of their encircled necks, and led them off. They started to draw interested glances, which was completely the intention.

  *****

  "Yes, I did book multiple courses," Emar told Madame Khan. The owner of the infamous Hyperion brothel checked on this as they waited. In fact, she looked a little like a shorter, more well-built Emar. Long dark hair and greenish eyes with a predatory look. Except that she wasn't wearing a green latex bodysuit with cut-outs exposing her breasts, and with zippers at the crotch and running up to the neck. Instead, unlike the more exhibitionist guest, her tight, short crimson spider-web patterned dress moulded to her voluptuous form, but covered all. Emar still led her slaves by the collars, and they again matched her in style. Bulays had on a tight black bra and leather hotpants to go with the collar. Ghaavn had on brief PVC shorts and knee length boots, and black leather bracelets to match his collar. They stood silently and submissively as they waited for Emar to finish.

  "Appetisers are served," said Madame Khan, handing Emar back her card. She waved her hands forward and out stepped two extremely well muscled men. Twins, even, wearing nothing but body oil and we-filled briefs. "One each."

  Bulays looked up. "I only see two."

  Emar nodded, and grinned. "One for each slave. I get to watch." She flipped Bulays a Martian silver crown. "Toss to see who gets the attention of your Mistress first."

  Bulays lost, of course, muttering. The trio then separated. One twin taking Ghaavn by the hand, the other Bulays, while Emar linked his arm. "Come on, strong, silent and scrumptious."

  *****

  Ghaavn had little in the way of clothing to remove, as he ran his eyes over his 'appetiser'. He usually preferred his men more slender and lean, but this was a job, and he'd done worse for that. The man stepped forward, running his hands down Ghaavn's upper arms, to his hips, stroking him. He dropped to his knees, and engulfed Ghaavn's arousal.

  *****

  Bulays was down to her panties. To which she pointed. The man read what was there, and nodded, stripping away his underwear, obviously ready. He backed Bulays onto the bed, removing her panties. He licked his way up her left leg, to her groin, tasting. She was ready. He leaned in, fingers brushing her ribs, teasing the underside of her breasts. His head bobbed to catch each nipple in turn. As Bulays shivered, she heard a slight zipping noise. Moving her head slightly she saw Emar providing herself access.

  *****

  Ghaavn had passed the time as instructed, and now lounged with a drink in hand, idly fondling the sleeping twin. The man had been good at sex, which was always pleasant. He had that pleasant both filled and drained feeling, having taken and been taken. He needed to get back to being alert, though. The sweat had almost dried off his dark skin. He started to refasten his long hair back up in its usual pony tail.

  *****

  Bulays was currently far from idle, and groaned as the man too
k her from behind. A much louder zipping noise came from the rear, and suddenly Emar was beside her, nude, breasts swaying her as she stretched to match Bulays' penetrated pose. Kneeling to her right, Emar reached over and took the gasping woman's chin in her right hand. "Kiss me darling," she said seductively. Bulays bit her lip, tried to turn her head away. Emar tilted it back, lovingly, and breathed into her mouth. "You know you want to." Bulays silently cursed the devilish green eyes that shone with such lustful truths. Emar's lips muffled her cries and her tongue entered Bulays’ mouth and took her there, as two final strokes from behind drove her to climax.

  *****

  Emar had dismissed the appetiser, and lay back on the bed with Bulays. "Go and get Ghaavn. Make sure he has his boots. The next course will arrive soon. We need to talk." The bountiful blonde Amazon complied. Emar regarded her arse as she left, musing that, yes; it probably was worth going to war over.

  *****

  Reunited, this time all naked, Emar spoke. "I believe they'll offer us a 'special', a drug. Agree to it. I can deal with it." The sated pair were more willing to listen, but still distrustful. She arched an eyebrow at the blonde. "Come, I hardly need to drug you, do I? That is something I would never do. It has to be fair." She continued, arms crossed across her breasts. "We'll never get to the next stage if we show no vulnerability. Speaking of which, we need to arrange ourselves far less innocently before they arrive."

  *****

  A knock on the door. "Enter," Emar commanded. A woman with bouffant scarlet hair entered. She wore a scarlet PVC leotard with only straps across the front, a collar, thigh high boots and arm length gloves of the same material. She held a tray in one hand containing several small bottles, and a short crop in the other. "Pain or pleasure?" She enquired, waitress style.

  "Put that tray down," Emar ordered. "Pleasure for my slaves, but as for me..." She strode to the scarlet sister of seduction and striping, and ripped the front of her red costume away, freeing her abundant charms. Emar grabbed one, and tweaked. "I've definitely been very, very bad." She turned around, and winked at Bulays and Ghaavn as the first lash landed on her pert posterior.

  *****

  Bulays and Ghaavn were wherever the drug had taken them, sprawled on the bed. Emar had outlasted the dominatrix, who had succumbed to the same pleasures as the partners. It only worked on humans, so Emar dressed herself, and climbed between them, pretending to be similarly overcome.

  It didn't take long for them to come. Two men entered with a gurney, and took them down the corridor and transferred them to what appeared to be a dissecting table.

  "Leave that one", said the taller first man. "That's a male. We want him whole. The other two are females. We only need the blood pumping and breeding organs." He turned to the workbench, and produced cutting tools.

  "No you won't, I rather like that young lady's breeding organs right where they are." Emar sat up. The surgeon staggered back, in shock. The glow from Emar's pendant could be seen pulsing rich and green between her breasts, underneath the latex. She laid hands on both Bulays and Ghaavn.

  "Not possible for a human to recover from the drugs that quickly."

  "Quite true. None of us here are human though, are we, little blue flitter-man?"

  He gaped in shock, and his co-dissector grabbed for a weapon. Emar was quicker. She grabbed him, and snapped his neck, and advanced on the other. He stabbed at her frantically. "What are you?"

  She grabbed his arms, breaking the wrist holding the surgical tool with an audible snap, eyes flashing green lightning. "I am the nightmare your mothers tell their children about. I stood with Krom of the Ylf, and we mowed you down like wheat. Your attack ships off the shoulder of Orion? In an earlier age, I burned them all. Krom is gone. Orion's worlds are a husk. I remain."

  He screamed something alien, unintelligible. Then defecated in his garments.

  Emar laughed, commanding. "Look at me, mortal Karshi"

  *****

  A groggy Ghaavn was coming to. He wasn't sure whether it was the drugs or not, but he thought saw something elemental and terrible towering over a shorter man. He turned to Bulays, shaking her, trying to clear is head at the same time. Emar came over to him and helped him up, dressed again in emerald fetish wear. "Ghaavn, you are both safe. The drug should wear off shortly. Take a couple of minutes, and then we need to have words with Khan."

  *****

  Madame Khan's self-assured demeanour was badly shaken as Ghaavn identified himself, then delivered an ultimatum. "You have several choices, most of them very bad:

  "1. I look the other way and let Bulays kill you now, blaming the drugs."

  "I didn't know! I thought they were just organleggers using up some trash. They paid very well."

  "2. You just called Emar trash. Bulays, at least, would sign you off mercifully. Number two is giving you to Miss malicious mammaries here. This is by far your worst outcome."

  "3. You go to jail for the rest of your life for organ legging. Which would either not be long, or extremely long and you'd be very, very well used, so to speak."

  "4. I call the Interplanetary Guard, and this will be Madame-Khan't-be-approached-for-500-years-due-to-the-radioactivy. They could also just shoot you for treason. A nice, well publicised execution."

  "5. I just tell the locals what's been going on here. Dissect anyone belonging to anyone with a nasty disposition, or an honest one?"

  Khan gulped, nervously.

  "6. The Ministry will call shortly. You do everything they tell you. We now own you. You run things our way."

  She nodded, downcast.

  Bulays tapped him on one muscular naked shoulder. "One more thing, love."

  *****

  "Fifty year old Venusian brandy?" Asked Ghaavn.

  "Oh yes. A wedding present for Schteve and Deena. White Cloud Mountains blend. Astronomically expensive. Both the best man and maid of honour will be needed to pick his jaw up off the floor." Bulays chuckled. "Glad that they finally took the plunge. So deserves something special."

  "So sweet." Emar butted in. "Do you need a date for this ritual observation?" Both Ghaavn and Bulays were horrified at this thought.

  At that, a pretty young man dressed only in nipple rings and a chain around the waist hurried up to them, bearing bundles of garments. "Oh good," said Emar. "New clothes"

  *****

  Back in street clothes, the three headed for the spaceport via the Khan limousine service. Some nice champagne included, which they indulged in.

  "So what did you do with the surgeon?" Ghaavn asked.

  "Oh, read his mind. Threatened his familial and racial lines with extinction. The usual. Told him this is my Solar System." Emar smiled.

  "Your Solar System? I thought you were only the Queen of Neptune?" Bulays retorted.

  "Babalicious, the administration gets tiring. Neptune is blissfully free of bureaucrats." She waved her glass. "Pour me another, will you."

  *****

  Back at the Ministry, Lady Gerald had debriefed them. "Until next time, Gerald dear," said Emar. She closed her eyes for a second, clenched her fists, then opened them, palm upwards. The tossed the contents to Bulays and Ghaavn, who each caught a small, dark green emerald. "Call me if you need me, babe. Either one." She tossed her long dark hair back, waved, and faded out.

  Ghaavn turned to leave, and Bulays said "be with you in a minute." His partner nodded, and walked out and closed the door.

  "Lady G, I'm worried I'm going to get Ghaavn killed. You know what I'd be if that happened."

  "Bulays, it is ok. I actually know exactly how you feel."

  "Oh?"

  "Yes. The Seductress Supreme rescued me from a burning building. I was naked. Young, and naked. She carried me out in her arms like a goddess. You can probably guess what happened after that." Bulays moved her head in affirmation. "You're both older and stronger and tougher than I was at that age. I note that you are here, an
d she is gone. That is partly why she acts like she does. She's an evil witch, but as far as that goes, an honourable one. She knows she can't crook a finger and have you come running, panties dripping. If you want a suggestion that doesn't involve lots of cold showers...?"

  "Sure."

  "Why not take a few days, go back to Deimos? I'll give you an excuse if you like, but see if you can get Pira or someone to take you out where dark hair and green eyes are in short supply. Or Rema could whack you with her stick a few times." Bulays laughed at that. Lady Gerald kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you. Now go. Eat, drink. Punch a bag or something."

  *****

  While his partner talked to Gerald, Ghaavn paused a few metres from the door. "Emar. I know you're still there." So named, she faded in. Again in tank top and hotpants.

  "Spoiling a woman's fun."

  "Are you a woman?"

  "You've seen a pretty personal inspection. Close enough not to matter to you."

  "A warning. You get Bulays hurt, you answer to me."

  "And why should I be interested in what you say, barring your thrilling sexiness and the fact I'd like to shag you senseless?"

  "Supervillains come, supervillains go. I remain."

  "Hmm," she mused. "You know more than you ever let on, dark, handsome and secretive."

  "Every time you come around, we know more. Everything's killable."

  "Is that a threat, Ghaavn?" Her eyes smouldered. "Because from you, that's a real turnon."

  "I'm even willing to do that, to protect Bulays," he smiled, briefly. "We can run through the entire Kama Sutra if you want. However, that doesn't solve the problem for afterwards. I've seen how Gerald looks at you. It is bad enough you might affect her decision making, but that sort of distraction can get Bulays killed. If you really want her, then do it the right way. If it isn't, then given Gerald now has Khan's, we could supply you with hot and cold running warrior blondes, if that is all you are after."

  "No. I am perfectly capable of acquiring those myself."

  "Right. Well, if it is this one actual person you are interested in. My partner. Then I have a proposition for you."

  "Really?" She smirked.

  "Yes. That wedding I mentioned. I could wangle you an invitation. She'll be mad at me, for sure. You know how she feels about you, so that will deflect some of it towards me."