Free Hybrid: Savannah by Ruth D. Kerce

 
     
     
    Chapter One
     
    Savannah put on the holo-helmet and started up the program as instructed earlier by her mission commander. She wasn’t much of a voyeur, but Jared loved to tinker with the software on board and often came up with special creations for her to experience.
    The virtual location slowly came into focus, and she immediately felt restricted. As best as she could, she looked around InterGalactic Diversion -- a sexual entertainment station, according to the sign on the far wall -- but she was unable to move enough to see much. Her wrists appeared to be tied to a pair of planks. Sex planks? Her ankles were tied too. Just slightly off the ground, she hung on exhibit, naked and spread-eagle.
    What had Jared done this time? The program allowed her to see herself, viewing the scene as if separate from it, but at the same time feeling everything that was happening, which made for an intense sensory experience.
    A tall, strong man stood behind her with a multi-lashed whip. Even with the black mask covering his eyes, she recognized it was Jared. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She knew her fate.
    With a smile of satisfaction, he wielded the whip like an expert, landing blow after blow to her back, butt and thighs. Her body jerked, not in pain, but surprise at how real it felt. The soft lashes didn’t hurt her skin, only made her very aware of her body. The sound of leather against flesh echoed throughout the station as their images projected off the reflective walls.
    The stimulation of her senses affected her mind and her body. She craved sex. Sex with Jared. “Yes, yes, yes.”
    As the whipping continued, spectators began to gather, mostly men, but a sprinkling of women, as well. “Fuck her!” a man in a full head mask yelled. Others nodded, and many voiced their encouragement.
    Savannah had never experienced anything like this in her life. Because it was a program, she felt safe and eager for more.
    After a glance at the crowd, Jared dropped the whip and unlaced the front of his leather pants. When he pulled out his cock, both women and men alike gasped. His boots sounded heavy on the flooring as he approached her from behind. “You ready?” he asked, loud enough for everyone to hear. He nudged her ass with his cock.
    Her moan of anticipation didn’t go unnoticed by the crowd, who fell silent. She raised her butt as much as she could. With one hard thrust, he impaled her cunt with his cock. “Oh, yes, Jared!”
    The crowd cheered their approval while he fucked her wildly. Chants of “Go, go, go!” filled the station as the spectators clapped enthusiastically.
    Her fingers curled into fists, and she screamed, “I’m coming!” She twitched and squirmed.
    The crowd roared. They shouted encouragement and chanted in a variety of languages until she finally stilled.
    Not yet done with her, Jared continued to fuck her hard. She lay limp on the sex planks, no longer responding to his aggressive thrusts. With a grunt and a roar of his own, he finally came and relaxed against her back. “Did you like that, Savannah?” he whispered in her ear.
    Savannah wasn’t sure if he was referring to the sex or the program itself. Either way, her answer would have been the same. She pulled off the holo-helmet and hung it back on its wall hook. Then she shut off the program.
    She took in a deep breath and let it slowly ease out of her, calming her racing heart. “Wow.”
    After watching and experiencing Jared’s sexual fantasy, she was in need of some major physical contact. The real kind. She fluffed her hair, shifted into her feline form, and went in search of Jared.
    * * *
    Jared Duncan stared out the pod’s main portal into the vast emptiness of space. Area 6 of Sector G4 looked clean. He swiveled his chair toward the control panel to confirm his assessment with the computer. When he activated the touch screen, the display flickered and the system froze. “Damn it.”
    He slapped the top of the monitor.