Kitty and
Yuri exited into a second short hallway.
It angled left from the opaque door, curving away for about ten feet
before stopping at an exit to the outside.
A small rectangle of clear blue sky and a length of railing was visible.
Its interior was an ivory white floor and metal walls and ceiling. If there was lighting, it was unneeded, as
the metal was polished to a mirror
finish, perfectly reflecting the daylight.
Everything around them vibrated.
There was the muffled sound of music, a pulsating beat Kitty couldn’t put
a finger on but thought she knew from somewhere. Kitty looked over at Yuri,
the Japanese girl grinned back and begun pumping her fist.
It was time to party.
Kitty and Yuri sprinted out the hall; bullets fired from a
gun. They collided with the railing. Kitty bent over slightly and looked down at
the ocean. The water roiled as the BLISS
ship sliced its way thru. Yuri began
patting her on the back urging her to move forward. Kitty turned away from the sea and followed
the railing around a corner.
“Wow” gasped Kitty.
The pool was a perfect circle, maybe half the size of the main
pool, with a shallow 4-foot depth and filled with crystal, clear water that
shimmered under the sun. On the stern
side of the blue circles’ hemisphere was a 3-foot-wide path acting as a buffer
between the pool and the railing. Added
to the railing directly behind the pool was a length of high reaching netting, like
the netting behind the batter box in a baseball stadium. Around the opposite hemisphere hugged a patio
area, shaped like an arrowhead being fired back into the heart of ship. The bulk of this arrowhead was empty but dotted
along its edges were a half dozen bar tops, but no stools. The point of the arrowhead disappeared under
a 15-foot-tall and 20-foot-wide black stage that towered over everything before
it. On either side of the stage were a
tower of speakers, blaring loud techno party music. The short-curved tunnel Kitty and Yuri exited
from ran directly thru the body of the stage; the music the source of its vibrating. (As for why Kitty recognized the rhythm, it
was the same melody played at the big dinner the night before) Behind the stage
and was a digital flat screen, wider and taller than the stage: The BLISS company logo was being displayed as
were a series of colored backgrounds that would change with the music. The great screen leaned forward, looming over
those below and blocking their view of the rest of ship.
In fact, everything about the layout was very isolating. Those who visited found a slice heaven, but one
that was all alone. Divorced from any
distractions. A gilded cage. Ensnared as they were, neither Kitty nor Yuri
noticed any of this upon reaching this spot.
The first thing they saw were the women.
There were around twenty to thirty of them, a variety of ages
(some as young as Kitty and Yuri, some into their late fifties) and body types. Each of them was wearing the same bathing
suits that Kitty and Yuri wore; the same gifts from Man. No matter how different the body types were,
Kitty saw how good the suits still looked on them. The women were tearing it up. Dancing to the music, cheering and
drinking. There wasn’t a sour face in
the bunch.
‘Live the BLISS Life!’
Kitty noticed figures weaving their way in between the party goers,
getting a good look at them Kitty quickly decided that their company probably
helped a lot with the festive moods of her fellow ‘bathing beauties’. Kitty had seen male servers on the ship, but
not as many as the female ones and certainly never this numerous in one spot. They were HOT! BLISS certainly had a type for their female employees
and so to for their male ones:
The men were on average tall, around 6 feet and strong
looking. They were muscled, but not in
some overly steroidal body builder way.
They were athletic and well put together. Broad shouldered, powerful chests, strong
arms and legs. These facets were showcased
by the uniforms they wore. A tight blue
tee, with the BLISS logo over the heart, white board shorts and white
sneakers. Kitty became very interested
in the shorts. Gawking at them she
realized the fabric must have been very thin, because she could easily tell
that the fellows were packing!
The young mutant unconsciously shimmied her thighs together in
excitement.
The male BLISS employees were mostly serving the party goers drinks,
which they delivered on serving trays held by one hand. Kitty didn’t recognize the drink of choice. It was white with pink swirls and was being served
in a long glass tube, that looked an exaggerated Long Island Iced Tea glass in Kitty’s’
opinion. Whatever it was, it had to be
something; because these ladies were straight guzzling the stuff. A server spotted Kitty with a full tray of
the mystery drink must have spotted Kitty because he was making a beeline straight
for her. He had a buzzcut, dark eyes and
a strong square jaw. Kittys’ knees went
weak at the sight of him. The server
smiled and Kitty instinctually tilted her head and stuck out her chest.
“Care for a Long Hard One ma’am?”
The server asked.
Kitty was gob smacked. The
name was so blatant, so obvious: she
burst out laughing. She kept laughing
for a length of time that in most situations people would consider rude. The server for his part didn’t respond to the
young mutants’ outburst; he smiled and kept a ‘Long Hard One’ at ready. When Kitty finally calmed down, she turned back
to Yuri to ask if she wanted at ‘Long Hard One’—
Turned out she did.
The young Japanese girl had both her hands wrapped tight around a
Long Hard One and was doing her best to swallow all in one go. To facilitate this Yuri was leaning so far
back that she was parallel with the ground.
That she hadn’t fallen flat on her ass wasn’t because of some previously
unrevealed mutant super power of flight.
But because of the male server holding her up, with one powerful arm
hooked under her small frame. Yuri quickly
finished the drink, she smacked and licked her lips. The server hoister her up with minimum effort. Yuri grinned back at Kitty.
“C’mon Kitty” she said, “Have a LONG HARD ONE!”
Kitty smiled: who could say
no to that?
The server who first approached Kitty already had a Long Hard One
ready. Kitty took it, taking the glassy
with one hand, held it up to her lips and took a sip.
It was the best thing Kitty had ever tasted.
Salty and sweet. Thick like
a Frappuccino. But warmed her insides
like a good shot of bourbon. It had a
flavor she couldn’t place, but ‘FUCK’ it was good. Her taste buds went nuclear. The reason Yuri and all those other women
were just guzzling it became apparent. Who
was she to argue? Kitty wrapped both
hands around the shaft of the Long Hard One, threw her head back and swallowed
it all in one gulp.
Yuri clapped when she finished.
Kitty stuck out her tongue and laughed.
She felt so fucking good. The two
decided to have a second serving; decided to race to see you could top off a
Long Hard One first. Kitty, driven by a vision
of a shirtless Wolverine standing in a field of empty beer cans growling at her
not to ‘Wuss Out’ finished first.
Then Kitty and Yuri decided it was time to dance and joined in
with the other women on the arrowhead. Their bodies were loose and free, their minds
warm and swimming in pleasure. The music
was slamming. It seemed to shake them
down at the molecular level. Kitty and
Yuri were more than happy to move with it.
‘Live the Bliss Life! Live the Bliss Life! Live the Bliss Life!”
Suddenly Kitty was thirsty.
She was ready for another Long Hard One.
She told Yuri, and the girl agreed.
They left the dance and migrated to the nearest server. This one was just as hot as the rest. He had a nice even tan, bright blue eyes and
spiked blond hair and more importantly a full tray. Yuri took a glass and handed it to Kitty. She told the mutant she had an idea and
wanted to do something “naughty”.
Yuri kneeled before Kitty, placed both hands behind her back and
looked up. Yuri grinned and licked her
lips:
“C’mon Kitty-Cat” Yuri purred, “try not to spill.”
Yuri opened her mouth as wide as she could and stuck out her
tongue. She wriggled the pink appendage
in invitation. Buzzing, Kitty giggled as
she slowly poured the contents of the Long Hard One down Yuri’s throat. Yuri swallowed it all. When Kitty finished the Japanese girl made a
yum noise and wobbled to her feet. It
was Kitty’s turn.
Kitty kneeled and blew kisses at Yuri. Yuri holding a Long Hard One in her hands
said “Baby—look what I for you”. The girls’
accent had become more pronounced and Kitty barely understood what she said. Kitty shrugged and opened her mouth. Her body shuddered in joy the moment the liquid
splattered against the back of her throat.
Kitty wanted it all.
Either Yuri didn’t have the steady hand Kitty possessed or Kitty
needed to work on her gag reflex, because when they were done Kittys’ lower
face and a little down her front was coated by a mess of white with pink. As Kitty stood and a third woman with dark
brown hair appeared behind her. The
woman leaned in close and without asking licked up some the spilt drink from
the side Kittys’ neck.
Kitty, surprised but not offended, turned towards the woman: She was wearing the same swimsuit Kitty
wore. Kitty figured the woman was in her
late 30’s or early 40’s and with her thick black rimmed glasses and sensible haircut
decided she was probably a teacher or lawyer in her real life. The woman grinned at Kitty in bliss and said:
“Waist not, want not!”
Kitty laughed. She used two
fingers to wipe some of the excess drink from her chin and held the sample up
to the woman.
“Waist not, want not!” Kitty repeated.
The woman wrapped her lips around Kitty’s fingers and
suckled. The young mutant felt a jolt of
pleasure shoot up and down her spine.
Suddenly there rose a great cheer from the dancing women. Kitty looked to see them staring up at the stage. There was a girl-a BLISS girl-on the
stage. She was black, with the same dark
chocolate skin Storm had. Her hair was
done in long braids decorated with different multi-colored beads. Instead of the usual BLISS uniform, the newcomer
had on a pair of white-hot pants and a bright pink bikini top. The costume was different, but her body was
just like the other BLISS girls and that top seem woefully ill equipped to contain
the girls’ massive tits. The girl danced
on the stage, shaking her tits, easily moving in the purple fuck-me-pumps she
wore. Kitty could spot a thin line of
gold around the girls’ neck, the gold chain and nameplate all BLISS girls
wore. At that distance Kitty couldn’t
read the name, so she called the girl ‘Rainbow Bright’ in her mind.
Rainbow Bright held a wireless mic. With her free had she pointed down at them
and spoke into the microphone. “Time to
get wet ladies!” She commanded, her voice booming thru the speakers.
At once Kitty, Yuri, the school teacher thief and the rest moved
into the pool. The water was warm and
tingled against their skin; it was heavily scented as well, smelling like
almonds. None of them noticed this as
their attention immediately returned to the buxom siren on stage.
Rainbow Bright saw their attention and smiled back. “Now dance ladies!” she hollered, “Move those
bodies!”
The music ramped up. The screen
behind Rainbow Bright exploded with life, releasing a torrent of flashing
imagery. It was all together a mighty tidal
wave that swept every single girl in that pool away: they were rudderless boats,
slaves to a mighty current.
Kitty and the rest raised their hands high over their heads in
celebration. Then these women, who had never
been anywhere near each other till that day, began moving together in perfect
sync. Up and down, side to side. Their bodies commandeered by the deluge of
stimuli.
Over it all they could hear Rainbow Bright commanding them to live
the “Bliss Life!”
Meanwhile, concurrent to this special party, a small crowd had coalesced
on an observation balcony high above overlooking from the first class deck. They were a sampling of the true customers of
the BLISS Pleasure Cruise. Returning
guests or first timers fully aware of Max’s real stock and trade. They had gathered to watch the party, looking
down at the women below with knowing, hungry smiles. Each carried a special I-phone, complementary
of BLISS. They would hold it over the party
and the scanner would read the microchip that each special swimsuit from Max
contained. The proper information would
appear on the phone for the customers to examine and consider and to even bid
upon.
A number of bids had already been made that morning.
Not everyone on the observation deck was so invested on the party
below. Standing away from the main crowd
was a paunchy, balding 46 year old white man in a bright, tacky Hawaiian shirt
who was there to simply enjoy the morning.
This is Graham. The Yuri
mentioned rich American boyfriend of her mother Emiko; the one Yuri had once
declared a “fat pig.” The major source
of Graham’s in-the-moment laisse fair attitude was Emiko herself. Yuri’s once-upon-a-time very professional
mother was on her knees, clad only pink high heels and a bright blue thong
bikini bottom, lips wrapped tight around Graham’s cock, giving his member a
deeply loving suck.
The other reason, smaller in the moment but no less exciting to
Graham, was his knowledge that very soon Yuri would be joining her Mom on her
knees. The idea proved to be more
exciting to Graham then he realized, because he felt a sudden tightening in his
balls. Graham grunted as he shot his
load. Emiko greedily swallowed it all,
not allowing a single drop to escape.
“Every sperm is sacred” Graham sung to himself and lovingly patted
Emiko on the head.
The very instance Graham came; Kitty Pryde left.
The dance had reached a fevered pitch. Rainbow Bright egged them on. The music filled their ears. The light show from the screen consumed their
vision. Kitty Pryde suddenly didn’t know
where she was. Only the joy she
felt. The Bliss.
She was in BLISS!
BLISS LIFE!
Kitty Pryde lost all sense of individuality. There was no lived history or possible future. She had no preferences or secret imaginings. There was only the moment. There was only Bliss Life. It was so much greater than her. Bliss life was everything. It was beautiful. It was holy. It was all.
The joy of complete submission.
Eventually the party did end.
Kitty returned to herself slowly, as if waking from a deep sleep. But that feeling of ‘nothing’ remained; that bliss was burned into her being now
and forever more. Her own little secret
whose hand would dictate her actions till the BLISS pleasure ship finally
returned to New York.