EXTRACT FOR
A Worm In Eden - Book I Of The Eden Series
(W. Richard St. James)

They were standing in a small dark room, filled with red cushions   Ahmed was sitting on one of the cushions, looking quite comfortable, wearing the little square hat she had seen in her dream, and a robe that was much heavier.  A much larger man, balding and bearded, was sitting across from him.  He was wearing denim shorts that revealed knobby knees, and a coarse short sleeved shirt opened to reveal a large belly and a chest covered with curly reddish hair.  The two of them seemed to be smoking from a tub of water in between them, but the other man lost his mouthpiece as he exploded in laughter, seeing them.



"Well," he said, more seriously, "I'm sure you'll fit right in, dressed like that."  He was speaking Archaic, without much accent.  "Take that shit off and toss it back through."  Something about his tone made them do it without question.  "We'll find you some clothes," he added, then eyes widening as he really saw them for the first time, he added, "eventually.  I'm Frank," he added, coming over to offer his hand.  He stood too close to them, rubbing his belly against their bare flesh, and Sarah could sense the hardness within those faded denim shorts.



"Beauties be they," he whispered to Ahmed, thinking they would not hear or understand.  "Pretty too much, by half, be they.  Hiding hard is, when pretty so"



"Can you change the hair, the eyes?" Ahmed answered more loudly in Archaic.  The other man whispered in his ear too quietly for them to hear, and left the room.



"We have a problem," Ahmed said, "a small problem."



"Only a small one?" Sarah answered.  "That would be an improvement."  She flopped down on Frank's vacated cushion and tried the pipe.  The smoke was cool and sweet, like the little cigarettes she loved, but even more soothing.  "You know," she added, "it's really chilly in here.  Don't you think we could have some clothes for a change?" 



"That is part of the problem."  Ahmed sighed.  "Somehow, I am under suspicion."



"I can't imagine why," Sarah smirked.



"It is not an amusing thing.  My credit has been suspended.  Frank can provide us with new identities, passes for the transit system, clothing, enough credit to survive for a while."



"That's good." Noah said.  He had arranged himself next to Sarah and was taking turns at the pipe.  "So what's the problem?"



"He requires something in return," Ahmed said.  "My lady, please, do not be offended.  Do not kill Frank.  He is our only hope of getting out of here."



"He wants to fuck me," Sarah sighed.  "Why would I be surprised?"



"No, my lady."  Ahmed paused, "please, promise me you will not be offended.  He wants to," he struggled with the word, "how do you say it, fuck, he wants to fuck Noah."



"What?" Sarah was starting to glow again.



"There is more," Ahmed said.  "Frank has assistants.  He owes them money."



"How many?" Sarah asked.  She had cooled off again.  Her tone was very businesslike.



"Five," Ahmed sighed.



"All for Noah?"



"No, my lady.  Some for you, some for him, some for both."



"And you just found out about this?" Sarah's tone was sharper now.



"No, my lady," Ahmed said.  "There has been planning for some time.  Preparations needed to be made," he stumbled to a halt.



"You've promised us to them?" Sarah hissed.



"Yes, my lady."



"And if we back out?"



"They will kill us," Ahmed said.  "Or, more likely, you will kill them first.  In either case we will not be leaving this station."



"Open up the wormhole," Sarah said.



"My lady, it is too dangerous now."



"Can you open it just for viewing?"



"Yes."



"Do that."



"Never mind," Noah said.  He had been sitting numbly all this time, trying to let things sink in.  "I'll do it."



"You know what they are asking," Ahmed said.

"Yes, of course I know."



"Here," Frank was giving each of them a tablet, "here are some consent forms you need to sign."



"Consent forms?"  Noah echoed.



"You need to agree that you are of legal age and that you are doing this of your own free will.  They are old enough?" he asked Ahmed.  "They sure don't look it."



"I have records," Ahmed said.  "I can prove how old they are.  They're just a little late reaching puberty.  Not unusual for Seedlings, from what I've read.  I'll have to sign also," he added, "as their guardian."



"You're telling me we're old enough to fuck, but not old enough to sign a contract?"



"Eighteen," Frank sighed.  "It's a great age.  You can fuck and you can fight, but you can't drink yet.  Who wants to do either of the other two sober?"



"What?  You're worried about legalities now?" Sarah mocked.  She didn't even bother to read what she was signing.  Maybe she should have.  As soon as she had signed though, three men came into the room.  Two of them grabbed her, pinning her arms and picking her up off her feet, and the other one and Frank did the same to Noah.  Before they could realize what was happening to them, hoods were placed over their heads, and their hands and feet were bound together behind them.  She was picked up then, and carried, one set of hands on her shoulders, the other on her knees, dangling her sideways and bumping her head against the wall now and then.  That lasted for what seemed like a long time, probably no more than a minute or so, and she was dumped onto a very hard floor.  Many hands held her as she was unshackled, pulled up onto her knees by her hair, and forced over a padded railing.  She could feel her legs being put into padded clamps behind her.  Her head was forced down until her shoulders touched another railing, and when she tried to raise it, it bumped into something hard.  Her arms were free for the moment, but then rough hands grabbed them and forced them into cuffs.  



The hood was yanked off of her head.  She was in a room full of mirrors.  The walls, ceiling, and floor were all mirrored, except for a few strips of padding for her knees.  Noah was next to her, facing the other direction, similarly trussed up.  Frank was standing behind him, not quite ready for action.  "I wonder if he can even see his penis" she muttered to herself, looking at how it was obscured by his ample belly.  "Maybe that's why he needs all those mirrors."



"What are you looking at bitch?" He snarled, and approached her, hiding the mirror in front of her, pressing his belly into the top of her head.



"Careful be," a voice behind her said, "bite might she.  That would not ye want, nay?"  There were guffaws of laughter.  A hand reached from behind and forced her mouth open, and something was slid into it that covered her teeth and kept them apart.  Frank started to rub himself between her lips, then as he hardened, forced himself deeper and deeper into her mouth, until she was gagging.  He held himself that way too long, then withdrew at last.  "Like that, bitch?" he snarled, but she could not reply.



Frank now turned his attention to Noah, who had been watching with a mixture of horror and fascination.  With all the mirrors, Noah could see exactly what was happening as the conical tip of flesh worked its way into him.  Don't make it any worse than it has to be, he thought to himself, and he tried to relax, but Frank was a lot bigger than the lizards, and not a bit interested in being gentle.  Each stroke was more painful than the last, and Frank did not seem to be in a hurry.  He was working away, his belly flailing around to slap Noah on the back, sweating so hard that Noah was soaked from it.  Noah was fighting back tears.  He was, incongruously, erect, as he could see very clearly in the mirrors, pulsing with each stroke, and mixed with the pain was an intense, overwhelming, unfulfilled desire.



"Does that hurt?" Frank snarled, down with his considerable weight so that Noah was gasping for air.



"Yes."



"Good."



Noah decided then to use some of his new found powers to prepare a little surprise.  That thing Sarah had done with her finger, could he do it with his rectum?  A shock, properly timed.  He concentrated on that, dulling the pain for a minute, then discharged.



"Oh my God!" Frank said, "holy shit!"  He climaxed violently, flooding Noah with electric fluid, and that made Noah ejaculate also, hanging out in the middle of nowhere, splattering the floor and wall in front of him.



"Hey boy," Frank was kissing his sweaty back, caressing his loins with calloused fingers, "hey boy, that was special.  Who's next?" he called out.



Five men of varying ages and physiques, all naked, came gingerly into the room.



"Wow," one of them said, shaking his head, "right this is not."  He looked down at Sarah, who was sobbing incoherently, choking on the gag in her mouth.  "Not right at all."  He took off the gag, and she gasped for air.  "Children they be, little children."



"Legal, they be.  Deal we had," Frank said.  "As promised they be.  Even more lovely," he stroked Noah's buttocks, reached down to cup his testicles.  "Look," he added, "she's got tits.  Sort of."



"This was not our bargain!" Sarah sobbed.  "Sex, okay, but not rape!  We never agreed to be tied up like this!"



"Yes you did," Frank said, "it was in the contract you signed."



"Like this do not," another of the new men said.  "In other room, why not?"



"Equipment here," said Frank.



"Filming you are?" the man said wide-eyed.  Sarah realized that all the mirrors were one way, and she started to giggle in the midst of her tears.



"Yes," Frank said.  "Part of deal.  Read contract."  At this point Sarah burst out laughing.



"Funny you think it is?" Frank snarled.  "Eat your boyfriend's shit."  And he started to shove his penis into her mouth, forgetting that the gag had been removed, but one of the other men hit him, knocking him back against the mirror.  The whole room quivered, making Sarah, already gagging, feel very seasick.  



"Deal we have not," the men murmured, and began to leave.



"Wait," Sarah said.  If they walked out, she and Noah were stranded on this station, in this room, with nowhere to go.  "We'll keep our part of the bargain.  Just let us out of these stupid restraints."



"Not here", one of the men said.  "Back in the lounge."  



They freed up the two Seedlings, and they all went back out into the other room.  Sarah knelt before the man who had been most vocal, a thin man with grey hair, skinny legs, and an improbably large penis.  She kissed it tenderly, licking it until it stirred, then took it deep within her mouth, as deep as Frank had thrust, but gently, on her own terms.  He took a handful of hair, not pulling hard, but enough to control her, and began to move against her, fucking her in the mouth, testing to see how far she would let him go.  



She felt something behind her, and she raised her buttocks and spread her legs.  Something soft and cool was pressed against her rectum, delicately tracing its contours.  It hardened, and began to probe, gently at first, and then with unexpected sharpness.  She wished that the mirrors were there so that she could see what was happening.  The man in her mouth was increasingly urgent, and it was hard to feel both things at the same time.  She realized dimly that something else was happening, a tongue perhaps searching for her clitoris.  Her mouth was filled too deep with flesh, then suddenly she was choking on chalky goo.  She could look down then, to see that a third man was beneath her, having worked his way in between two pairs of legs to lie on his back and reach up to lick her.  He slid further forward now, and pulled her down on top of him, penetrating her, but not trying to move within her.  She climaxed immediately, and at each stroke to her anus.  When he did start to move, the sensation was so intense that she almost fainted.  "Does that hurt?" he asked.  "Do you want me to stop?"



"No," she gasped, and kissed him, filling his mouth with sperm, tasting herself on his tongue.  He came then, and the last man also.  They collapsed into a giggling heap.



She looked over to see what had happened to the others.  Noah was on his arms and knees, with the other two men at each end, but none of them were doing much.  They had all been paying more attention to what they were seeing than to what they were doing.  Time, she thought to herself, is running out.  Poor Noah looked so pitiful, mouth stuffed, ass stuffed, dangling at half mast.  Poor baby, she thought, and bumped along the rug on her back until her head was beneath him, then reached up to put his penis in her mouth.  He thrust down into her, and came immediately.  A hand grabbed her hair, another rolled him out of the way, and the man who had been behind her pulled himself into her mouth.  Taste your boyfriend's shit, she heard Frank's sneer, and she thought she was going to vomit, but in fact it didn't taste like anything, it tasted, if anything, like one of those little hot dogs.  This man had seen what the other one had been doing, fucking her face, and he wanted to try it too, grabbing her hair with both hands behind the ears, ramming his pubic bone against her teeth.  I'm going bite, she thought, I'm going to bite it off, but just the brush of her teeth was enough to end it.



The man who had been in Noah's mouth was behind her now, and he had a little rhythm going, two in one hole, two in the other, over and over, at the same steady pace.  This wasn't going to end any time soon.  Noah came over to kiss her, but there was too much semen dripping off of her lips.  He kissed her on the forehead, then leaned his own forehead against hers.  They made contact again, in that secret, cyborg way, as they had just before leaving the Compound.  This isn't getting anywhere, she signalled.  Do something to speed things up.  What, he asked, do you want me to do?  Lick his balls, lick his butt (she could sense a shudder of revulsion from him), fuck him, I don't care.  Just get it over with.



He crawled away, and she felt a sudden increase in pressure, then none.  Finally, she thought in relief, then, to her horror, someone was grabbing her hair.  Oh my God, she thought franticly, her own shit this time, and there was an awful spicy taste like something she had eaten at the wedding reception, and Noah was behind the man, pounding hard into him, and that shoved him into her, and it lasted forever.  Finally, the man came, but he didn't soften, he didn't let go, and Noah kept going another minute or two.  Finally he broke off, and she extricated herself.  "Okay," she said, trying to contain the nausea, "you've had your fun.  It's time for you to hold up your side of the bargain."



"Seconds, no?" one of them said.  He looked alarmingly ready.



"Work first," she answered.