The Great Escape Chapter 15, Part 10 of 11

The Great Escape
Chapter 15, Part 10 of 11

"Very well, I've had your letter of attorney authorized by our JP. I'm free to tell you everything I have on record about her."

"Thank you, Constable. Will you wait a minute? Rogers at the bar."

As they waited, Danielle wondered about the level of intimacy between Constable Jeffries and Hestia. Neither seemed guilty about using each other's first names.

Instead, they chatted like old friends.

"How are Mary and the girls?" Hestia asked.

"All very well. Looking forward to the picnic on Sunday."

"So are we all. It'll be fun."

Hestia noticed Danielle's puzzled look and explained.

"All the Entertainers are very grateful for the protection of Arthur and his deputies, so we organize a yearly picnic. For some reason, it's usually well-attended."

"You also give your spare clothes to the Police Benevolent Fund," Jeffries added.

"Well, Entertainers have lots of spare clothes. It's the price of always being fashionable."

When Roger returned and was seated, Constable Jeffries explained why he was there.

"When you first asked me to look up Miss Takahashi on our database, I found no record of her officially leaving Capella. I couldn't tell you this, but it made me suspicious. I'm certain I would have seen her if she had lived here in the past year. So, I tried to look into her case, but my access was blocked."

"Now, I can't tell who gave the order to lock all records about Miss Takahashi, but I checked, and it's none of the political authorities here. It must be from Earth."

"We believe the order came from politicians and jurists friendly to the Nakatani Corporation," Roger said.

"You don't say?"

Constable Jeffries seemed pleased.

"Well, as you know, Capella Spaceport is an independent Dominion. We're part of the Anglosphere but not beholden to it. We have our by-laws, and we're none too happy when Earth flexes her muscles on us. So, I spoke with our JP, and she authorized your Power of Attorney and my security clearance. I have access to Miss Takahashi's records."

Danielle and Roger waited expectantly.

"If Miss Takahashi is here, then she's living on air because she hasn't spent any money since she bought a drink in this pub over a year ago. That's the last receipt on her credit stick."

"What was the exact date, please?" Danielle asked.

Constable Jeffries told her. It was the same day that Ezra also left Capella.

"Do you think she went off with Ezra?" Roger asked Danielle.

"It seems likely. Constable Jeffries, is it possible to check passengers of ships that left Capella on or soon after Yumi's last day here?"

"I've checked. She wasn't officially on any ship that had left here, but it was possible to leave without being noticed. Miss Takahashi was not here and had never returned to her hotel room, so she could not stay long after that day. So, what am I investigating: a kidnapping or something worse?"

"I think it's more likely that Yumi was a stowaway," Roger said. "She was fleeing a bad situation on Earth." He briefly explained the story Itsuki told them.

"All right, that makes sense. So, now that you're officially responsible for Miss Takahashi's property, what shall I do with it?"

"What property?"

"Yumi left a suitcase with clothes, cosmetics, and bathroom stuff in her hotel room. It was later moved into storage. I should officially release it to you."

"Do we have to take it?" Danielle asked. "We have no spare room ourselves. What would Mr. Takahashi think if we returned it to him on Earth?"

"Can we leave it in storage here?" Roger asked.

"Yes, though the cost is coming out of Miss Takahashi's credit stick, which is running out. I can dispose of it if you want."

Roger thought a minute, then said:

"We should top up her credit stick and leave the suitcase in storage; meanwhile, I'll contact Itsuki and, if necessary, bring the suitcase back with me on my way home.

"Yes, that's a good idea," Danielle agreed.

Constable Jeffries had a caution to add:

"You understand, Mrs. Harcourt, that as soon as I release Miss Takahashi's property, those who requested her records to be locked will be alerted, and your name will be available to them? If they've abused their power already, they'll probably do so again."

"Yes, I understand that," Danielle said. "I would care more if I were going back to Earth, but I'm going on to Celetaris. The Nakatani Corporation has no power there."

"Very good," Constable Jeffries said, getting up to leave. "Come and see me later about the suitcase. I wish you a pleasant stay on Capella."

Danielle and Roger said goodbye to Hestia and explored the Spaceport. Danielle wanted to see the agricultural levels, where food was grown in hydroponic tanks. They also enjoyed watching the big passenger liners and freighters enter the docks, an endless stream of travelers and trade goods.

They ended the day at the Star View Restaurant, whose prices were as steep as last year's but still worth it.

Roger and Danielle visited three outworld settlements en route to Celetaris. The first two were researching Roger's planned history film, but the third one was purely for pleasure.

Ezra's favorite moon, Erythos, had a giant crater full of hot red water, whose steam escaped to cover the moon in a thick pink mist. A tourist haven, travelers visited Erythos to sit in the bubbling mineral-rich water and soak away their aches and cares. Then, they took massages in the health centers of the glass-domed resort that hugged one side of the crater.

Due to low oxygen levels in the moon's atmosphere, visitors were allowed out of the resort for only half an hour. For the same health reasons and propriety, sexual activity in the pink ocean was forbidden. It was easy to forget the thirty-minute rule when one was agreeably engaged.

Nonetheless, Roger and Danielle planned a quickie behind a mound of red clay on the seashore. They had just been nicely aroused when the tourist guides, anxious to get the guests, especially the fat-rich ones, back into the resort before there were any actionable consequences, called out their names. Guiltily, they allowed themselves to be shepherded back to the nearest dome.

In the resort, guests lay on benches and had their skins massaged with soft red clay from the rock pools while whale song was played at them through unidirectional speakers, and images of flowers and butterflies floated dreamily across the floor and walls. Danielle was buzzing nicely from the sexual warm-up, unlike Roger, who was frustrated by its incompleteness. She enjoyed the massage in all its aspects, feeling warm, pampered, and sedate, but Roger shut his eyes and tried to tune out the whale song.

The clay massage made Danielle's skin extra-soft and sensitive. A hot shower in their room filtered heat deep into her bones. Her skin glowed pink as she dried off with deep white towels. She lay down on the soft satin sheets of the bed, turned on her back, and spread her arms and legs wide. Eyes shut, she was horny and expectant.

As Roger dried himself, he fetched one of the strips of soft blanket he'd kept from their wedding night. He tied her wrists together, according to their rule for Thursday nights. It was not a tight bond but only a gesture toward what Roger called 'tie up my wife and fuck her' night. Even so, it pushed Danielle further into the erotic world behind her eyes. She lifted her arms above her head and waited, feeling herself slip into the dream state under his control, responsive to his every touch.

Roger started where the masseur had left off, caressing her thighs, working around her pussy up to her belly.

"You're boiling, Darling," he said.

"I feel wonderfully warm all over. Kiss my neck, please."

He did so while he caressed from her belly up to her tits. They were full tits, beautifully U-shaped with large up-turned rose-pink nipples. They seemed fuller than usual today and more sensitive. She moaned happily and remembered the nipple orgasms he'd given her. She was rising toward one now, feeling the glandular sensation. He fondled gently but firmly with small squeezes to her nipples. After a few minutes, he left her neck to lick circles around a nipple.

Her pleasant moans told him when it was time to apply suction. With gradually more complex suction, it didn't take long for Danielle to have the sensation she craved, crying out for joy, squirming on the bed, as the hot pink pleasure erupted in her brain, spreading out from her nipples, pooling in the small of her back.

He fondled a breast with one hand and caressed her belly again with the other, helping her come down from her high to a plateau of erotic sensation.

"Mumm! That's lovely," she enthused. "Lovely," she repeated." But there's something I've forgotten, Darling."

"What is it?" he asked as his caressing hands reached her pussy, and he began to fondle her there. She was immediately wet, and whatever she tried to remember was lost.

He dipped a finger into her pussy and used the wetness to lubricate her clitoris, rubbing it firmly, exactly how she liked it. A string of viscous pussy-juice remained attached to his fingertip. He worked more on her clitoris, and she arched her back, reveling in the sensation.

She gasped with the force of her climax.

She arched and breathed heavily, sighing loudly as he put his mouth to her pussy, his finger still in her slit, rubbing the sweet spot. He licked on her clitoris, sucking it into his mouth, jiggling it with his tongue.

"Oh God!" she said as he sucked gradually harder, pistoling his finger in and out of her vagina, catching the nervy place every time. She arched even further and came, squealing with pleasure.

Now he lay on her, put his mouth to hers, tongues intertwined, and pushed his cock into her aching pussy. She raised her knees and bucked in rhythm, moaning with every thrust. It was initially slow and sensual, building gradually, then more eager and energetic. She came again, her legs shaking.

She wanted to hold him in her arms and was surprised to find them tied together. She moaned happily and crossed her legs over his back. This was sex at its best for her when she was lost in the moment and forgot where she was or that she was tied up but concentrated only on what Roger was doing to her.

His hands were in her hair. His mouth was on her neck. He pounded his cock into her, rising to his finish. The last frantic moments of coupling were close. The bed shook, and Danielle gasped, panting hard. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and thrust a few more times.

Then it was over for him; his cock spurted its juice in delicious agony. Panting in time with her, he bucked again a few times, and then he was done.

Roger pulled out and lay beside her, but Danielle wasn't quite finished. She had been on the verge of another climax. He put his fingers in her snatch and diddled her clit with his thumb again. She breathed in sharply.

"Oh God! That's right! Just there!" she screamed, then held her breath.

He rubbed faster.

"Oh God!" she exhaled.

He squeezed a nipple hard.

"Bloody hell!"

That was it. She bucked and came a last time, gasping and moaning, her body straining, her pussy rhythmically squeezing his fingers. A flood of joy tingled over her skin and sank warmly through her body. She squirmed a few times, and her legs shook. Then, it was truly over.
Lying together afterward, minds pleasantly numb, Roger pulled the sheet over them and snuggled his hot wife. Danielle was happy, content as a kitten, relaxed like a baby who had sucked its fill. When Roger untied her wrists, it was the second time she'd forgotten they were bound.

She used her newly freed arms to hold him tightly while the feeling of bliss slowly evaporated, leaving her with a deep contentment. She couldn't stop smiling.

"Darling, that was wonderful. I've never felt so sexy. You played me the way Mercedes Sator plays her violin. You pressed all the right buttons."

"I'm not such a virtuoso as you think. It all comes from you. Every one of your buttons works perfectly."

"I don't believe you."

"Believe me. Do you want to know a man's secret?"

"Go on, enlighten me."

"You think I'm leading, and you're following, but I'm following you. When I read you properly, you tell me what you want by your moans or how you move. What helps is that you can want ten different things simultaneously, all good, so it's hard for me to go wrong."

"Mumm! Sounds too simple. I still don't believe it."

She climbed onto him and kissed him.

"You'll always be my sexual hero," she said, "and I won't ever believe differently."

She lay content for a few minutes, her head on his chest. Then, she had a sudden realization.

She stiffened and pushed herself up.

"Oh my God! What a horrible mistake! ..."

"What is?"

"We've made a dreadful error, Darling. I can't go to Celetaris without you. I can't live without this feeling. I can't cope without having you to hold me and fuck me every day. Darling, how am I going to survive?"

"I know, I know, but we'll cope as we agreed to cope. We'll save it up for when we're together again in three months and again after that. With your new job and the Samothea Project to work on, the time will go quickly."

"It sounds fine, but what if I want to suck your cock or be tied up? Who's going to fuck me in the arse on a Saturday night? Darling, give up your job and stay with me. Or I'll give up mine and come home with you."

"We've made commitments, Sweetheart. It won't be long, I promise. Meanwhile, we'll have to pretend that sex isn't everything."

"Of course, sex isn't everything - if you have sex every day. Otherwise, you obsess about it and long for it, becoming the central thing in your life. Oh, God! Darling, why couldn't you have been a rubbish lover?"

"I can't be a rubbish lover when I love you. You bring out the best in me."

"Oh, God! Not only am I going to miss your tongue in my pussy, I'm going to miss your silver-tongued flattery."

He laughed.

"It'll be all right, Sweetheart. You'll see. We'll manage. We have to."

"Tell me that in half an hour when you're up for it again."

After one week of honeymooning, they arrived on Celetaris, a craggy planet with granite escarpments cut through by a dozen mighty rivers. The rivers flowed like blue-green fingers from the snow-capped poles through thick temperate forests and lush agricultural valleys to feed a vast central ocean, which sat in a belt three-quarters of the way around the equator.

Among hundreds of small mining settlements and industrial centers scattered around the planet, Celetaris had three large cities. The builders of Celetaris were not imaginative with their names: the most significant city was Ocean City, the center of business and administration. It sat on the southern bank of the equatorial ocean at its thinnest point, spreading along the shore and around the bay to the eastern bank. Its steel and glass towers pierced the sky and glinted like needles in the sun.

After landing, Roger and Danielle visited Ocean City to complete Danielle's immigration documentation.


To be continued