Traven said, “That’s all good and well, but what does that mean for us?”

  Allison said, “Fifty million credits. For the science and underlying practical engineering data that led to our practical subspace technologies. That was always my intention from the start, before the demoness took me over to drown our sphere in war. The technologies themselves if you wish to purchase them so you can immediately start making them and upgrading your ships, is five million each. So, seventy million if you want everything, including the molecular designs for the drive, shields, and weapons. The three percent royalty will stand, but of course only for designs you purchase from us.

  “The treaty deal will only stipulate that you don’t sell that data to anyone else.”

  Traven nodded his head, clearly pleased and surprised.

  Allison said, “We will be ahead of the curve for a while, which means I may contact you all in the future with new technologies you may want to purchase, each one will cost five million credits, but small incremental updates to current technology will be much cheaper, ten thousand credits per revision.

  “I’ll understand if you don’t wish to take advantage of it, but it’s on the board.”

  Fiona asked, “What kind of revisions?”

  Allison said, “Same tech, just more capable. Greater shield strength with less fluctuations is one of our goals, as is adding the skip function to the tri-space drive once perfected, which I know you know about. Things like that, minor things. It is only the entirely new applications that will cost a significant amount, and you may choose to pass that over too. Which is fine, but as I said, our goal is to increase trade.

  “To be clear, there will be no yearly costs. The price I stated of five million per device includes twenty-year fabrication rights, which gets you to the end of the patent duration. After that, you can do whatever you want, including selling the plans, since we’d have no legal basis to stop you at that point.”

  Cora asked, “Can we just purchase the designs?”

  Allison nodded, “You can. Fifty million for the science is an estimate of how much we’d lose, because you’d catch up on the science that much quicker and be inventing your own things. Reverse engineering the devices into the science will take much longer, which will make you my customer longer. Either way is fine with me, but that’s why the science and practical test data and research costs so much, a much shallower curve to catch up to us.”

  Cora nodded in understanding.

  Allison said, “I’ll draft the new treaty, and send it over in an hour or two. We’ll have another session tomorrow if needed and you have questions. If not, feel free to sign the treaty and buy whatever combination you wish to purchase using the palace system. Any questions before we wrap up?”

  Fiona said, “No selling the plans or science data, but we can sell the devices to third parties like discussed in the past?”

  Allison nodded, “Of course, your civilian ships will want the drive at the very least, and perhaps the shields too, but that’s an internal policy matter. It’ll also increase our royalty payment, so it wouldn’t make sense to prevent it. It will all be in the treaty.”

  When there were no more questions Allison stood and left the room.

  Fiona nodded at Cora subtly after Traven left, and then we stood up and went. No doubt the nod was a signal the treaty still made sense, and it was on if the Alliance wanted. It did make sense, mostly for the mutual defense, but it would still be worth it for both.

  Some of that fifty million price tag would be defrayed from them buying the drives, weapons, and shields from us, a fifty million the alliance couldn’t afford. While using their ore and while selling their ore to us, and buying for a fraction of the cost as a result. It would cost them little to nothing in outlay. In twenty years, we could sell the science to them for a pittance, and hopefully we’d be close allied states by then who would continue to support each other against any ambitious plans of the confederacy.

  There would still be a cold war after all, and an arms race, just not one with Allison sitting in the center of a web and controlling all of us. The next few decades would be dangerous, but a lot less so without a demoness controlling things. Still, the confederacy was corrupt, and if they thought they had a major edge I had no doubt they’d take advantage of it.

  The Keerain Alliance’s scientists would have some serious catching up to do at that point, but that was the price for letting the Fellowship absorb the initial and huge cost.

  Cora may decide to buy the patterns instead, but if she did that and prevented the treaty from being signed between the alliance and Fellowship, then we’d have no reason to sell that fifty million credit science to her for a pittance in twenty years, and they’d be on their own in facing the confederacy.

  I suspected those two negatives would keep our deal alive, to both our benefits. Allison would be pissed, but that was business.

  On second thought, I though Cora was likely to do both. Follow up on the treaty and just buy the patterns. That would let her scientists start to reverse engineer immediately, and they might even figure out the science before the twenty years were up.

  No matter what the Alliance ultimately decided, our move was the same either way. Fiona didn’t take long to read through the treaty once it arrived. She forwarded it to her father, and two hours after that her and her father were in a virtual conference with the palace systems digitally signing the treaty and transferring seventy million credits for the science, weapons, shields, and tri-space drive.

  It was a lot of credits, and it would hurt in the short term, but without the same steep recurring payment every year and with the science itself, the economy would bounce back quickly as all space industries adopted the technology. With the faster drives there’d also be an inevitable resurgence of people and groups that would want to explore the stars farther from Patience, and look into creating new Fellowship colony worlds, so that bounce back would likely lead to a boom as well.

  As long as we weren’t caught short by an enemy.

  Less than an hour after that, we were back aboard ship and heading out-system, and every scientist in our military was studying the math and scientific theory and formulae of what was dubbed tri-space physics.

  Military depots around the Fellowship started to plan out refits and new ships once given the specifications, and no doubt the admiralty was pushing them to hurry so they’d know which way to jump based on those reports. New ships or refit the old ones.

  It was already a race, to get our defenses up to snuff before anyone else built an invasion fleet with the technology.

  Later that evening the Alliance treaty went through as well, which was a relief for all the reasons I stated earlier.

  At the moment we were all in the living area and enjoying our intimacy and closeness after dinner. Malice was dead, the nightmare that Queen Allison tried to force on us had been undone, and we’d completed our mission peacefully. Not only completed the mission, but also arranged for a new treaty with the Markham Alliance, which was another feather in our cap.

  I’d also been satisfying the frustration of bottled-up kinks for my ladies, save Grace who really didn’t have any yet enjoyed all of them.

  For Fiona it’d been surprise sex, against the airlock wall while the others watched in bemusement while I used my wife’s hot nubile body, dumped a load in her, and then acted like nothing happened.

  For Christy I’d finally cashed in that blowjob I’d earned, and she’d edged me for over an hour while being completely lost in her cock worship, as she sunk into true surrender to her wicked desires. It was truly a sight to behold, just how wanton she got with a wild need that blew my mind. Once again proving she needed those rules, or she’d always be sucking me off. For her, it was truly a transcendent experience to be between my legs, and looking up into my eyes while servicing me. All my women enjoyed giving me blow jobs, took a joy and a thrill at giving me pleasure and seeing awe in my eyes, but Christy took it to another realm.

  She’d moaned dreamily, sucked me off, and gave me pleasure the whole time the rest of us had been sitting in the living area. Only regretfully finishing me off when Fiona suggested it was time for a toast and to think about dinner. The orgasm had been masterful, after being edged for so long, and so powerful that my vision went blurry while I filled her eagerly sucking and milking mouth.

  The silence was comfortable. The only one I hadn’t addressed yet was Evangelina, and apparently she got tired of waiting.

  She said mouthily, “Maybe I should get out a vibe, if someone isn’t up to handling me.”

  I snorted, grabbed her by the arm, and splayed her over my legs. She started to squirm as I flipped her skirt up over her back, and tore down her panties. The only thing her wriggling on my lap managed to do was make my now hard cock poke her stomach.

  As the panties went down, Fiona said in mock disgust, “Damn, the dirty pain-slut is soaked already in anticipation. She must like to be spanked and used before the rest of us.”

  Evangelina gasped and trembled at the touch of my fingertips stroking her ass, obviously tensed up in the excitement of it and just as turned on by being put over my knee and spanked as Fiona said. She liked it, and loved the flush of shame that came with being debased before others.

  Grace’s tone was just as disgusted, but far sultrier and breathier, which both ruined the effect and enhanced it at the same time.

  “Nasty little slut, only good for warming cock, but she’s got a mouth on her. Should I get the paddle?”

  Evangelina was already panting and worked up, and I hadn’t even spanked her yet.

  Christy said, “Let’s abuse her nipples instead, Grace. While we stare into her eyes and watch what a dirty little whore she is. The shame and excitement in her eyes at being punished. Look how excited she is, can you imagine being that slutty?”

  The two of them walked over, one behind the couch and one in front. Christy grabbed her hair and pulled it back and up while getting on her knees, and the other hand reached under and started to punish her nipple, while Grace reached over the couch and around to hurt her other nipple and look down on her with faux disgust on her face.

  Pulling her head back also made her back arch and her ass stick up higher, so I drew my hand away and gave her a harsh stinging swat.

  Evangelina cried out in pain, the sting vibrating through her body and to her already hard little clit, as Fiona looked down on her in judgement.

  “Fucking slut is going to cum from it, look her squirming around and waving her ass. Are you enjoying this you trashy slut? You know you’re just a cum bucket, here to lick our asses and clean out the sperm. You can’t even do that right, mouthing off to your lord and master.”

  Evangelina panted, “I’m sorry, your grace, for being such a bad slut. Please punish me, my lord. I couldn’t help it, my hot cunt burns for something in it, and my mouth got the better of me.”

  She cried out as I gave her a second hard swat to her other cheek, then caressed the first one which was already hot to the touch, and turning a light red. Then she trembled under that light touch, along with the wicked sting and her throbbing clit.

  Christy snorted, “A dirty slut’s mouth is for sucking cock, pleasing pussy, and drinking down cum. Not mouthing off.”

  I spanked her again hard, her slightly reddened skin blushed further, as I caressed her ass.

  She bucked, quivered, and gasped loudly in pain, then cried out in pain and sighed in pleasure.

  Fiona said condescendingly, “Easy, Christy. It’s not her fault she’s a dumb slut, she was born that way. Damn, look her nasty wet cunt quiver for it, she wants you to spank her again, to complete her humiliation as she cums for you so hard. You will, won’t you? Shamefully cum for all of us, while my husband punishes you?”

  Even Fiona’s voice was getting a little breathy instead of mean sounding, but Evangelina was quite a sight, and so damned hot and sexy as she writhed on me desperately. Desperate for a touch on her hot sex, any touch at all would probably set her off. She was right on that edge, as I pulled back my hand and then spanked her hard.

  I waited a single beat, until she screamed, then I spanked her soaked and quivering pussy, a lot more gently, but I did put force behind it.

  Grace said breathily, “The hot slut is going to blow.”

  Evangelina came like a freight train as she keened in ecstasy. Eyes tearing from the pain, wide with addled pleasure as she writhed and creamed her pussy.

  I said in awe, “The little slut is dripping on the couch.”

  Then she was panting wildly as she started to come down, and her body untensed and she collapsed on me with a dirty sigh of pleasure.

  I pushed her off me with faux disgust, whipped it out, then grabbed her firmly by the hair and roughly pulled her to me, and pushed her mouth over my cock.

  Her eyes were wide with shock, but her body knew what to do, because she didn’t miss a beat as she started to suck, bob, lick the underside and swirl the tip with her tongue. Like my cock was more precious than the air she breathed. There were still tears running down her cheeks, and her ass was a cherry red.

  I growled, “Stick that slutty ass up in the air, someone else might want to use your hot cunt or tight little ass.”

  She moaned, blushed furiously, as those words hit her hard and she did it.

  Fiona came back into the room, I hadn’t even seen her leave, and she was carrying one of the vibrating eggs. She roughly shoved it into Evangelina’s twat and turned it on low.

  Fiona said, “See if you can get it right for once, dirty slut. Do not cum until my husband’s seed hits the back of your throat. A nasty whore like you has to earn her orgasms with our pleasure, learn your place. If you fail, we’ll all take turns punishing you with the paddle and riding crop.”

  Evangelina worked me even harder, and she was a much better cocksucker now, she’d certainly blown me enough times the last week on the surface. Not just in technique, but in all the things I preferred as an individual.

  “Fuck, the slut is getting good at sucking cock,” I said dismissively, as I leaned back into the couch but didn’t break eye contact. I tried to look at her with lust and disgust at what a dirty slut she was, but I’m not entirely sure I managed to keep the awe out of my eyes. She was so beautiful, and there was a sensual and caring impetus behind our nasty treatment, we all wanted to blow her mind and feed her kink. Her need to be shamed, embarrassed, and humiliated.

  I think Fiona was even a little jealous, that she could cum from a spanking alone, when Fiona couldn’t. Since punishment without the verbal humiliation was her third biggest kink, only surprise sex and roleplay beat that one.

  Evangelina’s mouth was pure pleasure on my cock, her tongue, lips, and throat along with her sloppy spit creating a whirlpool of pleasure around my cockhead, only trumped by the direct contact of her hot swirling tongue as she rose to the tip.

  Fiona turned up the egg, and for a second Evangelina started to shake, but she backed off from it with a deep breath through her nose and a contented humming moan around my cock that sent wicked vibrations of pleasure through it, along with all the rest.

  Fiona said condescendingly, “Not bad, maybe she’ll make a good cum-bucket and filthy slut after all. One worthy of my husband’s cock and cum,” at the last, she’d injected a slightly dubious and doubtful tone.

  That bit of insulting and humiliating condescension was almost Evangelina’s downfall. Even more so than with the vibrator being put on medium, her body trembled and hovered on the edge, I could see the panic in her eyes for a moment, as my wife’s humiliating compliment almost made her cum.

  Then she impaled her throat, and started to swallow, gagging on my cock as she swallowed it into her throat, and that moment of discomfort brought her back from the edge.

  Grace and Christy got on their knees behind her and started to rub her ass softly in circles, when they saw I was about to explode in the perfect pleasures of her mouth.

  I grunted, “Sweetness, fuck,” and arched my back and pushed up into her mouth.

  And that’s when my wife, Grace, and Christy all acted in concert. The former turned up the vibe to high, and both Grace and Christy slapped the hell out of her ass cheeks, one each.

  My cum hit the back of her throat, as she screamed out in shock, the massive wave of pleasure and the massive stinging pain mixed in her middle, not to mention her true pleasure in feeling me fill her mouth. It all sent her over hard.

  Her whole body trembled and twitched between my legs, even as she rhythmically swallowed through it, the pleasure shuddering through both of us. Her keen of pleasure muffled by my cock.

  When we came down, I pulled her into my lap and cradled her gently. Her lips were soft, sweet, and so very surrendering as she melted into me. I loved the aftercare, and how very protective I felt for her, possessive, while she contentedly surrendered herself to my care. Her soft lips moved against me with an affectionate passion.

  She sighed as it broke, and then blushed, “You were all great. That was… perfect.”

  Fiona grinned, “Glad you liked it. I always feel like such a bitch when I do the berating part, but it excites me to see the results in you.”

  Christy giggled, “Me too.”

  I positioned her over my cock, and we both hissed in pleasure as she took me in. I squeezed her ass, kissed her nipple and then sucked it in, as I slowly worked her down my cock. I loved her torpedo tits, and how proud they were.

  After the harsh and humiliation, we were practically making love as she rode me sensually. Her eyes lidded with pleasure and affection, and I suspected she was seeing awe in my eyes, along with plenty of possessive affection as I caressed her body, played with her breasts, and worked her slowly yet firmly from below to meet her sensual movements.

  She kissed me languorously with heartfelt passion, the lust mostly gone, consumed in the fire of our orgasms, and now it was all about emotions, connecting, and aftercare.

  She was magnificent, and sexy beyond belief as she rode me like a goddess unleashed.